….
After Midoriya left with his mother, the basic police procedures were handled efficiently by Detective Naomasa and his team.
And at the center of that was the unconscious, misty form of the League of Villains' most valuable asset:
Kurogiri.
The captured villain had been classified as an extre flight risk, his entire quirk was built around teleportation and spatial manipulation; standard holding facilities were completely inadequate.
So the decision had been made imdiately: transfer to Tartarus.
That was the only facility in the entire Japan equipped to handle a villain of this magnitude. It was a fortress, a black site designed specifically to swallow the worst monsters society had to offer and ensure they never saw the sun again.
And Dabi had volunteered to accompany the transport convoy personally.
Now, he sat at the rear of a heavily armored, quirk-suppressing tactical vehicle as they rolled down the highway, flanked by two identical transport trucks; one running point, the other covering their six, forming an impenetrable, rolling blockade.
But Dabi's focus was entirely on the center of the cabin.
Kurogiri was suspended inside a specialized glass containnt shell. The material was completely transparent but reinforced with layers of impact-resistant polyrs, designed to completely isolate the villain from the external environnt.
Inside the glass, heavy restraints were locked onto the only tangible part of his misty physiology: the tal neck brace.
It was a brilliantly logical counterasure.
To prevent use of his Warp Gate quirk, the authorities had applied specialized equipnt that Dabi didn't fully understand technically, but the core function was clear: by restraining Kurogiri's actual body; particularly the tal neck brace visible beneath his mist form, they could neutralize his spatial manipulation abilities.
The quirk required physical movent to activate; in simple words, no movent ant no warping.
….
While the convoy traveled toward the coast, Dabi's mind processed the day's events in the background.
The operation had been a monuntal success.
He had successfully captured Kurogiri, crippling the League's mobility. He had secured Shigaraki's biological evidence directly from the source. And more importantly, now he 'officially' confird All For One's active involvent.
There were unexpected variables.
All For One's personal appearance was unexpected, but overall, the operation had gone beyond his initial expectations.
….
But as Dabi stared at the unconscious villain, a heavy, sinking feeling settled in his gut.
He knew Detective Naomasa and All Might weren't fools. Even in the chaotic aftermath at the police station, even if they hadn't voiced it directly yet:
Dabi had clearly been aware of the attack beforehand.
Because nothing else made sense.
Both of them were aware that Dabi reached out to Kamui Woods, and also stationed his agency Reford Ravagers on high alert behind the scenes.
However, most of them were sure Dabi was just being paranoid. But alas, they are wrong.
However, the question was: how?
They hadn't pressed him on it yet. The sheer scale of the incident and the capture of a high-value target had demanded all their imdiate attention. But Dabi knew the interrogation was inevitable.
Eventually, he will be asked, which they sure did.
Fortunately, Dabi had prepared an explanation: claid he had received a tip from underworld contacts, ntioned following suspicious patterns, and suggested it was a tactical prediction based on League behavior analysis.
All lies, obviously.
But Naomasa and All Might had chosen to accept the explanation for now. Partly because they trusted Dabi's results, partly because they recognized that so intelligence sources couldn't be revealed publicly.
….
But that wasn't what was making Dabi's chest feel tight.
It was the impending fallout.
Because of his actions today, two of the darkest, most devastating secrets in the Hero world were about to be dragged out of the shadows.
The first was the DNA evidence he had practically handed to the police.
If things proceed smoothly, within a few days, the lab results would co back, cross-referencing Shigaraki's genetic markers against public and restricted databases.
The blood analysis would draw an undeniable line straight back to Nana Shimura.
aning–
All Might was going to find out that Tomura Shigaraki was his beloved ntor's grandson.
He was going to realize that the family Nana had sacrificed everything to protect had been systematically hunted down, and the sole survivor had been warped into the ultimate weapon to destroy her legacy.
It was going to break the Symbol of Peace in a way no battle ever could.
….
And then there was the second secret.
…it is right in front of him; the one sitting inside the glass shell right in front of him.
When Kurogiri arrived at Tartarus, they would run standard processing; fingerprints, DNA swabs, deep tissue scans.
And even though not as early as in case of Shigaraki's link; sooner or later, those reports would result in revealing the horrific truth of what the creature actually was.
They would find the face of Shirakumo Oboro.
And the most affected individuals will be his friends and colleagues:
Shota Aizawa.
And, Hizashi Yamada(Present Mic).
Both of them are going to learn that their dead best friend had been dug up, desecrated, and turned into a mindless chauffeur for the villains who repeatedly tried to murder their students.
Dabi closed his eyes.
A year ago, he might have looked at this scenario with cold, detached pragmatism.
But now?
He actually considered Aizawa, Yamada, and All Might as friends.
They weren't just colleagues or characters of a plot; they were n he respected, n whose well-being genuinely mattered to him.
And he was probably about to deliver life-altering grief.
"But this is for the better." Dabi muttered to himself, quiet enough that the surrounding officers couldn't hear. "The sooner this is dealt with, the better. Truth now is better than truth later when it's weaponized against them."
It was a brutal logic, but it was the only logic that kept him sane.
It was infinitely better for All Might and Aizawa to learn these horrifying truths through their own investigations and allies, rather than having All For One spring it on them in the middle of a life-or-death battle as a psychological weapon.
….
The convoy entered a different terrain.
Dabi opened his eyes, and caught his first glimpse of their destination, through the small window.
Tartarus was located on an isolated landmass approximately five kiloters off Japan's mainland. The distance was perfectly calculated; far enough to make conventional escape virtually impossible, but close enough that authorized supply lines and guard rotations remained logistically sound.
The only way in or out was a single, heavily fortified bridge known as the - Bronze Gate.
The prison structure itself was a marvel of security engineering. It extended from surface level down to 500 ters below sea level, with multiple cell blocks arranged vertically based on threat assessnt and quirk danger level.
The deeper you went, the more dangerous the inmates.
….
The heavy steel doors of Tartarus sealed shut behind them with a booming, chanical thud.
As Dabi followed the armored transport team into the primary descent elevator.
The lowest accessible level, B10, housed the absolute worst of the worst. In the original tiline, this was where All For One would eventually be imprisoned.
Down there, inmates were strapped into high-tech chairs wrapped in full-body straitjackets, with automated sensor arrays tracking their brainwaves and vital signs.
If a prisoner so much as thought about activating a quirk, automated machine guns linked to the vitals would open fire.
It was a brutal, dehumanizing environnt.
And standing in the descent elevator, feeling the pressure of the ocean bearing down on the concrete walls around them, Dabi couldn't deny that it was absolutely necessary for monsters capable of leveling cities.
….
The elevator doors chid and parted at an upper level, initiating a transfer protocol that required them to walk through several high-security cell blocks.
The mont Dabi stepped into the corridor, the atmosphere ignited.
As he walked down the center of the aisle, hands casually tucked into his pockets, the cell block erupted into a cacophony of sheer, unadulterated hatred.
"DABI! YOU BASTARD!"
"I'LL KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT!"
"REMBER ?! REMBER WHAT YOU DID TO MY CREW?!"
The voices crashed against the reinforced glass of the cells, visceral and dripping with venom; dozens of criminals slamd their fists against the barriers, their eyes wild with promises of revenge that would never co.
The ard guards flanking the convoy shifted uncomfortably, their hands tightening on their rifles as the verbal assault.
But Dabi didn't even break his stride. His expression remained utterly, mockingly unbothered.
What the guards didn't realize was that almost half the people screaming in this particular block were here specifically because Dabi had hunted them down.
….
As they moved deeper into the facility, descending level by level, the number of villains and patrol squad began to lower.
As they reached Level B5, Dabi had been carefully scanning each floor as they passed through.
This was his first ti inside Tartarus.
The Hero Public Safety Commission would never allow casual visits to the nation's most secure prison, so he hadn't even tried requesting access.
….
Right then, his eyes swept the dimly lit corridor of B5, they caught on a specific cell he had been looking for.
From the outside, it looked identical to the rest.
However, inside it was–
–a woman sitting, her eyes looking completely dead.
But Dabi's enhanced perception saw straight through her. Beneath the emptiness, there was a simring, volcanic rage; the bitter, jagged fury of ultimate betrayal.
Kaina Tsutsumi.
Better known as Lady Nagant.
Dabi knew exactly who she was, and more importantly, he knew the blood-soaked truth that the official records had buried.
She had been the Hero Public Safety Commission's greatest secret weapon.
A covert assassin forced into the shadows to execute corrupt heroes and problematic villains, ensuring that the 'pristine' image of Hero Society remained spotless for the ignorant masses.
She had done the dirty work so the system could pretend the dirt didn't exist.
And when the psychological torture had finally broken her, when she refused to be their attack dog for one more day, the Chairman had threatened her life.
So, she put a bullet through him.
'What a logical choice?' Dabi chuckled internally.
Honestly, he respected her, and not to ntion, any enemy of HPSC will automatically be his friends.
Anyway, the Commission had frad it as the tragic murder of a fellow Hero to avoid the scandal of admitting they employed a teenage hit-squad.
Now, the woman with the [Rifle] Quirk, capable of turning her arm into a hyper-lethal sniper, rotted in this prison.
As Dabi walked past the reinforced glass, Lady Nagant slowly lifted her head.
Their eyes t.
However, it was just a fleeting glance.
Nevertheless, he knew how valuable she could be:
A forr Commission assassin with intimate knowledge of the HPSC's darkest secrets could be an incredibly valuable ally if the board ever needed to be flipped.
….
Finally, the convoy arrived at Kurogiri's designated containnt sector.
The guards transfer the misty villain into a customized, high-tech restraint chair bolted to the floor of the cell.
A full-body straitjacket was layered over his torso, reducing his physical mobility to absolute zero.
All of this combined with Tartarus's advanced surveillance systems; sensors monitoring brainwaves, vital signs, muscle tension, anything that might indicate attempted quirk use or escape planning.
The security was absolute.
Dabi stood by the heavy steel door.
"Transfer complete." the lead officer reported, checking a glowing datapad. "Prisoner secured. All systems are nominal.
"Good." Dabi said simply.
He lingered for just a mont, his gaze locked on the defeated monster strapped to the chair.
The creature that had once been a smiling, loud-mouthed hero student nad Oboro, now reduced to a weaponized ghost buried beneath the ocean.
"Enjoy your stay," Dabi said quietly, knowing the acoustic sensors in the cell would carry the words to Kurogiri's ears.
Then he turned and walked away, morizing every detail of the route back to the surface.
His job here was done.
For now.
.
….
[To be continued…]
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