Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
Ti: 02:15 PM
"Tell what to do, Kaito-shonen," All Might smiled, wiping sweat from his face with a dirty towel. "I am ready for your guidance."
Kaito didn't smile back. He just looked down at his tablet.
"You told the history of this quirk," Kaito started, his voice flat but entirely focused. "You said the Second User used it to change the speed of small things. Like the bullets from his gauntlets."
All Might nodded slowly. The smile faded from his face.
"Yes," All Might said, his voice dropping slightly. "Kudo told about it in the vestige world. He said All For One held him by the throat and laughed at him. He called the quirk a peashooter. A child's toy."
"And back then, he was right," Kaito said simply. "It was weak. But it spent decades sitting inside the core of One For All. It drank raw power for generations. It mutated. It isn't a peashooter anymore."
Kaito looked up, locking eyes with the giant hero.
"We are turning you into a railgun."
All Might blinked, but he didn't interrupt.
"Force equals mass tis acceleration," Kaito explained plainly. "You already have the mass. Your raw physical strength is monstrous. But usually, you need a runway to get the acceleration. You have to pull your fist back, push off the ground, and build montum."
Tap. Tap.
Kaito tapped the screen of his tablet.
"Gearshift deletes the runway," Kaito said. "It forces your body to instantly accelerate or instantly stop. You don't need to wind up anymore. You can hit maximum impact at zero distance."
THUD.
Gran Torino dropped his plastic water bottle on the cracked floor.
The old man leaned forward in his folding chair, glaring hard at Kaito.
"Are you out of your mind, kid?" Torino asked, his voice rough. "My whole fighting style is based on bouncing and building speed. I know how montum works. If he moves instantly without a buildup, the air won't have ti to get out of the way. He will create a massive vacuum."
Torino pointed his wooden cane straight at All Might.
"The friction will burn his skin right off," Torino argued angrily. "And the G-force from stopping that fast will rip his heart off its valves. It's suicide."
"I know," Kaito replied calmly. "That is exactly why we spent the last weeks training the other quirks."
"....."
Both All Might and Torino went completely quiet.
"You aren't just going to run fast," Kaito told All Might. "You are going to use Blackwhip, but you pull it inside your body. You wrap the cables around your bones and organs like a tight sh to stop your heart from exploding. You've already perfectly mastered this quirk."
All Might's eyes went wide.
"Then you use Fa Jin," Kaito continued. "As we trained it in the past weeks. Instead of releasing energy to hit sothing, you use it to absorb the violent shock of your own sudden stops. And finally, you vent Smokescreen as a high-pressure coolant to stop your skin from catching fire from the air friction."
PUUFF.
Torino let out a long, heavy breath. He looked at Kaito like the young man was sothing else.
"You didn't just train him to hit harder," Torino realized out loud. "You spent a month building a biological life-support suit inside his own body."
"Well, it's just a coincidence in which All Might chose support and utility quirks and left Gearshift for last. If he survives the speed, the applications break the laws of physics," Kaito said, ignoring the complint. "You shift gears back and forth fast enough, you leave a visual echo. The enemy tries to punch an afterimage."
Kaito looked back at his tablet.
"Or you delay the kinetic impact," Kaito suggested. "You hit a villain with a light tap, store the massive kinetic energy inside them, and then shift gears to release it all a second later. You blow them through a building without even swinging your arm."
All Might looked down at his massive hands. He could already imagine the absolute agony this was going to cause his body.
"It will be the sa as forcing the One for All to open right? It's going to hurt," All Might said quietly.
"Yes, it's going to tear your muscle fibers apart every single day but you already experienced it when we limit break One For All, so you will be able to adjust directly. After all, we spent weeks of conditioning your whole body. So this will be a breeze for you." Kaito corrected him.
"And still we have the Detnerat-Shield bio d tank running upstairs. It will stitch your cells back together again every night so you can do it again the next morning."
Kaito turned his tablet off and shoved it into his pocket.
"This is how you beat your enemies or All For One," Kaito stated. "You don't fight them and trading blow for blow. You break the rules of reality right in front of their faces. Are we doing this?"
All Might didn't hesitate. He took a deep breath, his massive chest expanding.
"We start now."
*-*-*-*
Location: The Quirk Plane
SWOOSH.
The misty clouds drifted slowly across the dark sky.
Deep inside the vestige world of One For All, the past users were sitting together on the rocky terrain.
For the past three and a half weeks, this place had been their eting ground. Every single ti All Might was unconscious, recovering in the bio-d tank upstairs, his mind ca here. He didn't just sleep.
He talked to them.
He asked about their lives, how they survived, and how they fought in the darkest era.
They weren't just ghosts to him anymore. They were brothers.
Usually, this place was loud. Daigoro Banjo was always yelling or laughing. Bruce was always complaining.
Right now, it was completely dead silent.
Nobody said a single word.
They had all heard exactly what Kaito just proposed in the real world.
They heard the breakdown of the physics. The terrifying, reality-breaking potential of the power they had passed down.
GULP.
Daigoro Banjo swallowed hard. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at the group.
"Did you hear that kid?" Banjo asked softly. "He didn't just understand the quirk. He completely ripped it apart and put it back together."
Bruce, the Fa Jin user, crossed his arms tight over his leather jacket. He shook his head.
"It's still crazy. It's the sa developnt he did with out quirks for the past weeks." Bruce muttered, looking genuinely stunned. "Back in our day, we didn't have ti to sit in a room and do math. We were hunted like dogs. We were just running through the mud trying to survive the next five minutes. Hearing that manager break it down into 'acceleration' and 'internal bracing'... it makes feel like a caveman."
En, the Smokescreen user, pulled his high collar up a little more.
"Instant acceleration," En said quietly. "No inertia. If Toshinori actually pulls that off using his physical strength... he will hit like a teor."
Nana Shimura slowly turned her head. She looked toward the back of the mist.
Kudo, the Second User, was standing there.
His arms were crossed tightly over his chest.
His spiky hair shadowed his eyes. He was a hardened resistance leader.
He fought a brutal, losing war against All For One. He always looked angry. He always looked bitter.
But right now, Kudo just looked completely humbled.
"He called it a peashooter," Kudo whispered into the mist.
His voice shook a little.
"All For One held by the throat," Kudo continued. He stared at his own scarred hands, lost in the mory. "I shot him with everything I had. And he just laughed at . He said my bullets were annoying. He didn't even bother stealing my quirk because he thought it was pathetic trash."
Kudo slowly lowered his arms and clenched his fists. The anger in his eyes faded into sothing much heavier.
"I never knew," Kudo admitted. "I never realized what my power could actually do. I just used it to shoot guns. I never thought about hacking the laws of motion."
He looked out at the rest of the past users, and then looked down at his boots.
"I was hard on Toshinori at first," Kudo confessed plainly. "I thought he was too soft. I didn't think a guy in a bright costu had the grit for the dark."
Kudo let out a short, quiet laugh.
"Hehe... I was wrong," Kudo said, looking back up. "Watching him agree to tear his own muscles apart for weeks now... he is just as crazy as we were. If he can use my power to finally put that monster in the ground, then I accept him. He has my blessing."
Yoichi Shigaraki, the first user, smiled gently from his chair.
"You did your best, Kudo," Yoichi said warmly. "Your struggle wasn't for nothing. You kept the spark alive long enough to reach this exact mont. That is enough."
Kudo nodded slowly. He looked up toward the "sky" of the vestige plane, looking out toward the real world where All Might and Kaito were getting ready to train.
"That manager is terrifying," Kudo said, shaking his head. "He is going to turn my pathetic trash into the exact weapon that blows All For One's head off. I can't wait to watch."
*-*-*-*
Location: World Hero Association Headquarters – Geneva, Switzerland
Date: Wednesday | 06:15 AM (Eight hours behind Japan)
The massive boardroom was cold and completely packed.
The WHA headquarters looked exactly like a tense United Nations assembly.
Huge circular wooden desks filled the room. Glowing naplates sat in front of every delegate.
Representatives from over a hundred different countries were sitting in their seats, adjusting their translation earpieces.
So wore sharp suits, while others wore heavy military uniforms. High-ranking pro heroes stood quietly behind them.
The stress in the room was heavy enough to choke on.
TAP.
TAP.
The WHA President, a tall man with greying hair and dark bags under his eyes, tapped his pen against his microphone.
"Let's bring this eting to order," the President said, his tired voice echoing through the massive speakers. "We have multiple global crises hitting us all at once. We will start with the extremist network. Arica, you have the floor."
The representative from the United States leaned forward and pressed his microphone button. He looked completely exhausted.
"Thank you, Mr. President," the Arican rep said. "For the past few months, we thought these terrorist cells were a local problem. We were wrong."
He hit a button on his keyboard.
BEEP.
The massive screen behind the President lit up. It showed dozens of photos of villains captured on street caras.
"New York. London. Paris. Tokyo," the Arican rep listed off angrily. "They are everywhere. And they all share the exact sa marker. A purple burn scar on their shoulder."
The Arican rep ran a hand over his face.
"The problem is, we can't interrogate them," he admitted. "We don't even get to put handcuffs on them. The exact second a hero defeats one of these people in a fight, that mark triggers. They die instantly and turn to ash right there on the pavent."
"...."
"...."
Loud murmurs broke out across the room. Several delegates started whispering to each other.
"Excuse ," the representative from Turkey interrupted, pressing her mic. "What about the bio-bombs they carry? If they die, don't the bombs drop in the street?"
A delegate from France aggressively pushed his microphone button.
"No," the French rep said grimly. "They don't drop. And they don't explode either. The mont the villain turns to ash, the remaining bombs inside their bodies implode. They warp and crush themselves from the inside out like a black hole. It leaves zero forensic evidence behind."
"...."
The room went quiet.
The delegates started to realize just how cruel the enemy was.
All For One didn't treat his foot soldiers like people. They were just disposable consumables.
"That brings us to the mariti smuggling," the WHA President interrupted, looking toward the Asian seating block. "The Pacific Shield alliance. Your report, please."
The representative from Singapore stood up. He looked calm, but his eyes were sharp.
"The Pacific Shield is holding the line," the Singaporean rep announced proudly. "Our joint alliance is working."
He pressed a button. The giant screen changed to a massive, detailed map of the Pacific and Indian Oceans.
"Japan, South Korea, China, Taiwan, the Philippines, who are currently keeping heavy naval patrols in the Visayan Sea and Cebu Strait, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Brunei, Cambodia, and Myanmar," the Singaporean rep listed smoothly.
The representative from Australia stood up right next to him.
"And the southern block has the rest," the Australian rep added. "Australia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Micronesia, Palau, Fiji, and the Solomon Islands. Over two dozen countries working together. If a smuggling ship pops up on sonar, allied heroes sink it."
"Excuse ," the delegate from Fiji interrupted softly. "We are intercepting the boats, yes. But do we actually know where the bombs are being made?"
The representative from Japan sighed heavily and shook his head.
"No," the Japanese rep admitted. "We cut off their water routes, but the factories are still nowhere to be found. The underground network is just too vast."
"Which brings us to the absolute worst case scenario," the WHA President said. He looked genuinely pale. "The Scervino Crisis. Italy, take the floor."
The Italian representative stood up fast. He was sweating bullets. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead.
Everyone knew the wealthy Scervino family in Ro was breathing down his neck to get answers.
"The Gollini mafia family was completely wiped out weeks ago by just two n in grey masks," the Italian rep said quickly. "Because the mafia is gone, the Scervino family finally broke their silence. We got the dical records for the daughter, Anna."
He dropped a thick dical file onto his desk.
"She wasn't kidnapped by the League," the Italian rep explained, his voice shaking. "She was kidnapped two years ago by the Gollini mafia. They killed her guards. They blackmailed her parents to stay quiet. They made the parents go to fancy dinners and smile while the mafia kept Anna in a basent, draining her blood like a lab rat."
The giant screen displayed a WHA dical breakdown.
"Her quirk is Over-Modification," the Italian rep said. "It allows her to physically alter and enhance the biology of anyone she touches."
The Italian rep looked around the room.
"The WHA intelligence branch put it together," he said. "The League didn't wipe out the mafia for territory. They wiped them to stop them from cracking their drugs. According to the data we have. The Gollini family was stealing data about the trigger drugs. The young girl of the Scervino family was just a bonus. Now, not only they consud the rest of the Gollini Family but the League of Villains got the girl."
The entire room erupted into panicked shouting.
The WHA delegates looked at the screen in pure horror.
Maybe the bombs were just a distraction. The League of Villains was securing a biological battery in accident. They were probably going to use Anna to physically evolve their army.
"Order!" the WHA President shouted into his mic. "Quiet!"
The room slowly settled down, but the fear was still there.
"We need a counter-asure right now," the Arican rep demanded, slamming his hand on his desk. "If the villains are evolving their weapons, we need our top heroes to get stronger. Fast."
The WHA President nodded slowly.
"I agree," the President said. "And we actually have a blueprint for that."
BEEP.
The massive screen changed again. It showed countless glowing hero profiles.
"Star and Stripe," the Arican rep read out loud. "And Captain Celebrity."
"And Big Red Dot from Singapore," the Singaporean rep added, narrowing his eyes.
"Most top pro-heroes from Japan, including Endeavor, Best Jeanist."
"Over the last year, these heroes have shown a massive spike in raw power and tactical skill," the President stated flatly. "They are fighting at a level way past their old limits. My office did the digging. The Pacific Shield strategies and these power spikes all share one single common factor."
Click.
The screen changed one last ti.
It showed a high-resolution photo of a young man with dark hair, wearing a sharp suit and a blue tie. He looked completely bored.
"His na is Kaito Arisaka," the President announced to the world leaders. "He operates out of Japan. He is known in the hero industry as the Golden Manager."
The room started whispering loudly.
Representatives from all over the globe leaned forward to look at the photo.
"He doesn't just manage press conferences," the President explained. "He completely rebuilds a hero's fighting style from the ground up. He is the one who pushed the top heroes in Arica and Singapore to their peaks. Right now, he is contracting the number one hero in Japan. The Symbol of Peace, All Might."
The President looked around the massive, tense boardroom.
"If a possible global war is coming to our front doors," the President said firmly. "I am submitting a formal WHA motion to globally contract Mr. Arisaka. We need him to contract the top ten heroes of every major nation on this planet."
*-*-*-*
Location: Uncharted Island – Pacific Ocean (100 Miles off Japan Coast)
Date: Friday | 03:00 PM (One Month Later)
The HPSC had completely cleared the airspace for a hundred miles in every direction.
Miles away from the island's rocky shore, a group stood inside a heavily reinforced observation bunker.
The thick glass window gave them a perfect view of the target zone.
Yokumiru ra stood near the back.
The HPSC official looked like he hadn't slept in a full week. He rubbed his deeply bagged eyes and pointed a tired finger at the monitor.
"I still don't understand," ra groaned, holding his clipboard. Knowing that with this kid around, all sorts of problem will appear in front of him."How did he get this strong in just a few months? What exactly did you do to him?"
Kaito didn't even blink. He smoothly fed the governnt official the exact cover story they prepared.
"We pushed him into a Bio-Kinetic Compression State," Kaito explained calmly. "By putting his body through extre physical stress and using David's advanced dical tank to rapidly heal his cells, we forced his base strength quirk to naturally evolve. We just unlocked his absolute ceiling."
Sip.
Principal Nezu casually took a sip of his tea.
Gran Torino smirked and looked out the window.
Sir Nighteye just pushed his glasses up his nose.
The inner circle knew Kaito was lying through his teeth to protect the secret of One For All.
Sigh.
But ra just let out a long, exhausted sigh and nodded. He bought it completely.
"Fine. Whatever works," ra muttered. "Just tell he won't blow himself up."
David Shield leaned over the main console. He pressed a button, opening a highly encrypted, private radio line directly into All Might's earpiece. ra couldn't hear a word of it.
"Vitals are holding steady, Toshi," David spoke softly into the mic. "The internal Blackwhip bracing is locked tight around your ribs. The Fa Jin shock absorbers are prid. Smokescreen coolant is ready to vent on your command. You are totally safe."
Nighteye stared at the dical readouts on the screen.
In the past years, Nighteye was terrified. His future sight had plagued him with nightmares of All Might dying a grueso, bloody death because of his reckless fighting.
But looking at the data now, Nighteye felt a massive, heavy weight lift off his chest.
His idol finally had a real shield. He wasn't going to break his own body anymore.
On the massive screens, All Might stood on the sandy beach. He was facing a towering, jagged mountain cliff.
The last four weeks of pushing Gearshift had been absolute hell. But his blue eyes were sharper than ever.
Kaito grabbed his own microphone. He sounded genuinely proud.
"The whole team is watching, All Might," Kaito smiled warmly. "Vitals are green. Let it loose. Your strongest."
HUUF-PUFF.
On the beach, All Might took a deep, heavy breath.
CRACKLE. CRICKLE.
He didn't manifest a dark exoskeleton on the outside. The black cables shot inward, locking his bones together tight.
His thick veins glowed an angry, bright red under his skin.
PSSSH.
A thick shroud of purple smoke vented rapidly from his pores, clinging to his skin to act as a high-pressure coolant against the air friction.
"Nevada Iron: Overdrive," All Might called out.
He didn't bend his knees. He didn't pull his fist back to wind up.
He triggered Gearshift.
SWOOSH.
All Might simply vanished. He skipped the visual fras of reality completely.
He appeared instantly right in front of the massive mountain face, his fist already fully extended.
"UNITED NATIONS OF SMAAASH!"
Because he deleted his own inertia and moved instantly, the air didn't have ti to get out of the way.
SSSSSSS.
A terrifying vacuum ford. The air violently sucked toward the island.
Then the sound finally caught up.
KAA-BOOOOOOM.
A deafening, apocalyptic sonic boom slamd into the observation bunker miles away.
CREAK. CREAK.
The reinforced glass shook violently.
The sheer, raw kinetic force of the punch hit the cliff.
CRASH.
The massive mountain face completely vaporized into grey dust.
SWIIISH.
The shockwave didn't stop there.
It shot straight upward into the sky.
It violently ripped the clouds apart, splitting the sky clean down the middle across the entire horizon.
The sheer pressure pushed the ocean water back, leaving a massive, temporary crater in the sea around the island.
"....."
The bunker was completely dead silent.
CLATTER.
CLATTER.
ra dropped his clipboard on the floor. He stared at the split sky with wide eyes.
"Thank god," ra muttered, letting out a shaky breath of pure relief. "Now I don't have to draft a surrender treaty for those terrorist bastards."
"Hahaha!" Torino and David just burst out laughing. Both of them couldn't believe what they just saw.
Nighteye smiled wide, fighting hard to hold back real tears of pride.
Kaito pressed the comms button one last ti. He looked at the giant hero standing perfectly unhard in the massive crater of dust.
"The training is officially over, All Might," Kaito said.
.....
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