Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
VRRRMM.
Kaito and All Might stepped out of the private elevator and walked into the lowest sub-basement of the agency.
The room was massive and heavily reinforced, but right in the center sat a high-tech sensory deprivation tank.
It was hooked up to a row of computer monitors and thick cables.
All Might stopped walking. He looked at the tank, completely stunned.
"A custom bio-tank? Already?" All Might asked, looking down at Kaito. "Kaito-shonen, our meeting at U.A. High School was only days ago."
Kaito smiled slightly, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"I made a phone call right after we left the school," Kaito said. "When the Detnerat-Shield R&D department hears that you need something, they don't exactly drag their feet."
CLACK.
A man walked out from behind the bank of computers.
He was holding a wrench and wiping grease off his hands with a rag.
It was David Shield.
He had dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept at all, but he was grinning widely.
"I haven't slept at all!" David laughed, tossing the rag onto a nearby table. "My entire team basically lived on coffee to build this and ship it from Shizuoka."
Kaito walked over and shook the man's hand.
"Thanks for doing this on such short notice, Doctor," Kaito said.
"For Toshi? Anytime," David said warmly. "Plus, working with you usually means pulling off the impossible anyway."
TAP. TAP.
Fast footsteps echoed across the concrete floor.
"Uncle Might!"
Melissa Shield ran over and threw her arms around the giant hero's waist.
She was thirteen years old, wearing a simple t-shirt and overalls, and she looked incredibly happy to see him.
"Melissa! Look how much you've grown!" All Might laughed his booming laugh, gently patting her head.
Melissa stepped back, and then she noticed Kaito standing nearby.
She immediately froze.
She quickly straightened her posture, suddenly looking very shy.
As a Quirkless girl, she deeply idolized Kaito. He was a normal civilian with a dud quirk, yet he had completely changed the hero industry.
"Arisaka-sensei," Melissa said nervously, bowing her head a little. "It's... it's really an honor to meet you again."
Kaito's professional demeanor completely melted. He gave her a very warm, genuine smile.
"Just Kaito is fine, Melissa-san," Kaito told her gently. "Your father told me you helped map the fluid circulation for the tank. That's incredibly smart for someone your age. You did a great job."
Melissa's face turned bright red. She beamed with pride.
"I just did the math for the saltwater density!" Melissa stammered happily. "It was like homework!"
David chuckled and nudged All Might. "Alright, Toshi. We have the salt levels set. Go get changed."
A few minutes later, All Might walked back out wearing dark compression shorts.
He climbed the small steps and carefully lowered his massive frame into the saltwater tank.
"Focus inward," Kaito reminded him, standing by the edge. "Don't force it. Just let your mind sink."
All Might gave a thumbs-up and laid back in the water.
HISS.
The heavy lid slowly closed, sealing the tank.
Kaito walked over to the monitors and sat in a rolling chair next to David and Melissa.
He picked up his cup of coffee.
SIP.
The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the machinery.
"Hey, Professor," Kaito said, breaking the silence. "Let me ask you something."
"Sure, what's up?" David asked, watching the screens.
"With all his experience protecting Japan... why does he name his ultimate moves after American states?" Kaito asked, gesturing toward the tank. "Texas Smash. Detroit Smash. Has he ever even thought about a Tokyo Smash or Osaka Smash?"
David burst out laughing. He leaned back in his chair and shook his head.
"Haha. I told him!" David laughed loudly. "I literally told him that back when we were younger! But Toshinori is the biggest American comic-book fanboy on the planet. I pitched 'Kyoto Crash' to him once, and he looked at me like I was crazy."
Melissa covered her mouth, giggling.
"He's a total Westaboo," Melissa chimed in. "Last year he tried to make the agency cafeteria serve authentic American hotdogs. It tasted really awful."
Kaito snorted, shaking his head. "Good to know."
They sat there and waited. The minutes ticked by.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The timer on the main computer hit zero.
Kaito looked at the heart rate monitor.
There were no dramatic spikes. There were no flashing red lights. The line was completely steady and normal.
"Time's up," David said, hitting a button on the keyboard.
HISS.
The lid of the tank slowly opened, letting out a puff of warm steam.
All Might sat up.
He wiped the saltwater out of his eyes and blinked at the bright lights. He didn't look panicked or overwhelmed.
He just looked incredibly annoyed and frustrated.
Kaito grabbed a towel from the bench and walked over. He held it out for the giant hero.
"Well?" Kaito asked.
"Nothing," All Might groaned, taking the towel.
He rubbed his blonde hair aggressively, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Absolutely nothing," All Might grumbled, stepping out of the tank. His wet feet slapped against the floor. "I didn't see Master. I didn't enter the Quirk Plane like you said. I just floated in the dark for an hour. It felt like taking a very wet nap."
Kaito didn't look disappointed at all. He just gave a supportive, understanding nod.
"Don't beat yourself up over it," Kaito said kindly. "You have spent your entire career relying on raw combat instinct. Your brain is used to high-speed fights and quick reactions, not deep zen meditation. It doesn't just magically switch gears on the first try."
All Might stared at the floor, gripping the towel tightly.
"I just really wanted to see her," All Might admitted. His voice was quiet and full of guilt.
"I know," Kaito said. He put a hand on All Might's arm. "But that eagerness is exactly what is blocking the door. You want it too much, so your mind refuses to relax. If you force it, the door stays shut."
All Might let out another long breath, nodding slowly.
"Go take a shower," Kaito told him, keeping the mood light and encouraging. "Get some food. We'll try again an hour later. There's no rush."
*-*-*-*
Location: Secret Underground Base – Japan
CLANG.
The heavy iron gates slammed shut. The sound echoed loud in the massive, dark cavern.
Valdo Gollini hit the cold floor hard. His expensive suit was torn, but his body wasn't broken.
The thousand-percent God Serum was still pumping through his veins, keeping him and his Capos physically healthy.
But their pride was completely shattered.
Paolo, Gil, Bruno, Kamile, Simon, Ugo, and Deborah were thrown onto the floor right next to him. They were dragged halfway across the world in chains.
Standing right behind them were the two featureless, grey-masked individuals who just destroyed their twenty-thousand-man army.
"Welcome to Japan, Valdo."
The polite, smooth voice came from the front of the room.
Valdo swallowed hard and looked up.
All For One stood at the end of the cavern.
He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit. He looked healthy, massive, and radiated with authority.
Valdo stared at him. This was the Demon Lord of the underground. The number 1 terrorist worldwide.
"Who are you calling stray dogs?" All For One smiled, putting his hands behind his back. "I invited you to my league years ago. You said no. You wanted to play king in Europe. How did that work out for you?"
"....."
Valdo gritted his teeth. He forced himself to stand up. He was the Godfather. He wasn't going to crawl on his knees.
"You sent freaks to do your dirty work," Valdo spat, glaring at the two clones behind him. "You think you can just kidnap my family and make us work for you? We don't take orders."
Bruno stepped up right behind Valdo. His spiked armor rattled loudly. "We don't work for anybody."
SWIISH.
The grey-masked figure on the left vanished.
BAM.
A fist buried itself deep into Bruno's stomach.
"Blargh!"
Bruno vomited blood and collapsed to his knees instantly. His cloth armor didn't even slow the punch down.
The Speed clone stood right over him, and then it returned to its original position a split second later.
Valdo froze. His eyes went wide.
He still couldn't even track the movement.
"Now, now. Dogs should not meddle with the master's affair." All For One chuckled darkly, walking down the small steps toward them. "Let's not pretend you have a choice. You are my employees now. Let me introduce my associates."
All For One gestured to the massive, six-armed clone standing near the door.
"I 'recruited' them," All For One said calmly. "They are called the Seven Crowns. That big one is Humility. He is very good at humbling people. You already met him right? And the other one."
He pointed to the speed clone that just dropped Bruno.
"That is Diligence," All For One continued. "He works very fast."
"....." Gollini Family.
Then, All For One gestured to a third clone standing quietly in the center of the room. It didn't look huge. It didn't look fast. It just stood perfectly straight.
"And this one," All For One said, his voice dropping low. "He is Charity. A pure utility type. He gives gifts."
The Charity clone stepped forward. It raised its right hand.
SHINK.
The clone used a sharp fingernail to slice its own palm open.
Thick, dark red blood pooled in its hand.
Valdo backed up a step. "What is that?"
"A blood pact," All For One explained. "When I visited America recently, I picked up a copy of a very special quirk. New Order. Copied quirks are a bit weaker, so I severely limited the logic rule just to this specific clone's body."
The Charity clone held its bleeding hand out toward the mafia bosses.
"The rule is absolute," All For One told them. "Anyone who consumes a drop of Charity's blood enters a deep covenant. You will be physically and mentally incapable of betraying my interests. You will never disobey my orders. You will be completely loyal."
"Are you insane?" Valdo backed away, horror creeping up his spine. "I'm not drinking that!"
"Drink it," All For One said flatly. His smile vanished. "Or Diligence will snap your necks right now, and Dr. Garaki will turn your corpses into mindless Nomu. You have five seconds."
"Live or Die?!"
"..."
Valdo looked at his Capos.
"...."
Deborah was shaking. Gil looked terrified. Kamile was breathing hard. They had families.
They had pride. But looking at the flawless, terrifying man in front of them, they knew it was over.
With a shaking hand, Valdo stepped forward.
He reached out, took a drop of the blood from the clone's hand, and put it in his mouth.
GULP.
The reaction was instant.
"GAAH!"
Valdo dropped to his knees, grabbing his left forearm. It burned like crazy.
A dark, pitch-black mark seared itself right into his skin. It looked like a twisted, dark omen.
The mark sank into his flesh. A heavy, suffocating weight immediately washed over his brain as the logic rule locked his mind.
He literally couldn't even think about attacking All For One anymore. His body wouldn't let him.
One by one, Deborah, Gil, and the rest of the Capos stepped up. They drank the blood. They screamed as the dark marks burned into their arms.
"Excellent," All For One clapped his hands together, his warm smile returning. "Welcome to the League. Now, let's talk about your new job."
Valdo breathed heavily, holding his branded arm. "What do you want from us?"
"I want bombs," All For One said smoothly. "But not regular explosives. I want you to use your awakened Alchemy. I want you to compress raw tectonic and kinetic energy into physical containers."
"Tectonic energy?" Valdo asked, confused.
"Man-made natural disasters," All For One nodded. "Earthquakes in a bottle. Tsunamis. Sinkholes. I want you to build me an arsenal of natural disasters that my foot soldiers can trigger anywhere in the world. When my war starts, I will hold entire countries hostage with them."
Valdo stared at him. The scale of the madness was unbelievable.
"That takes too much power," Valdo muttered. "We can't mass-produce something like that. The energy required to hold an earthquake together outside of a human body is impossible to stabilize."
"Oh, it's very possible!"
A loud, manic voice echoed from the dark hallway.
A short, bald man in a lab coat waddled quickly into the cavern.
Dr. Garaki was rubbing his hands together. He looked absolutely giddy.
Walking right behind him, dragged by a massive Nomu, was a young teenage girl with pink hair. She looked completely exhausted and terrified.
"Anna?!" Valdo gasped.
"Ah, yes!" Dr. Garaki giggled, adjusting his thick goggles. "The girl with the Overmodification quirk! Your cowardly friend Paolo gave her to us in exchange for his life back in Italy. Do you have any idea what she can do?"
"....." Paolo.
Anna sobbed quietly, falling to her knees on the cold floor.
"She is the ultimate battery," Garaki said, pointing at her. "Copied quirks are usually weak, right? But if we pump Anna full of your God Serum, her Overmodification goes into overdrive. She can permanently boost and stabilize any copied quirk!"
Garaki looked at All For One, practically jumping up and down.
"Master, do you realize what this means?" Garaki cheered. "With her boosting you, the copies of Decay, Overhaul, and New Order inside you won't be weak anymore! They will be absolute! Maybe even stronger than the originals!"
All For One smiled. He looked down at the crying girl.
He walked over to Anna. He didn't look angry. He didn't act like a monster.
He slowly kneeled down so he was right at her eye level. He looked at her with a warm, caring, fatherly expression.
"Anna," All For One said softly.
Anna flinched, looking away. "Please don't hurt me."
"I am not going to hurt you," All For One promised gently. He reached out and lightly patted her shoulder. "I know what they did to you."
He pointed a finger at Valdo, Paolo, and the rest of the Capos kneeling on the floor.
"They locked you in a cage," All For One told her, his voice full of fake sympathy. "They used you like a battery. They treated you like a piece of equipment to make themselves stronger. They threatened you with your family."
Anna looked at the Capos. Her lip trembled.
"But I don't treat my family like that," All For One said smoothly. "I protect my people. I give them power."
All For One stood up. He looked down at Valdo.
"Valdo. Deborah. Listen to me," All For One commanded. His voice echoed with the absolute authority of the blood pact.
The dark marks on the Capos' arms burned slightly, forcing them to pay attention.
"You don't run the Gollini family anymore," All For One stated flatly. "Anna does."
"What?" Valdo choked out.
"She is your supreme commander now," All For One said. "You answer to her. She speaks for me."
All For One looked back at Anna and smiled warmly.
"They belong to you now, Anna," he told the terrified teenager. "If they disrespect you, tell me, and I will destroy them. You are the boss."
"...."
Anna stared at All For One.
She looked at the man who just conquered the people who abused her for years. He wasn't hurting her. He was giving her the ultimate revenge. He was giving her control.
A twisted, weird feeling started to bubble up in her chest.
The fear slowly mixed with a dark sense of vindication.
"I... I am the boss?" Anna whispered, looking at Valdo.
"Yes," All For One nodded gently. "Bow to her."
He looked at the Capos.
"..."
Valdo gritted his teeth. Paolo clenched his fists. They hated it. They wanted to scream.
But the New Order logic rule in their blood forced their bodies to move.
Slowly, painfully, Valdo Gollini and his proud mafia bosses leaned forward and pressed their foreheads against the cold stone floor. They bowed to the teenage girl.
Anna's eyes widened. She looked up at All For One. He really did protect her.
For years, the Gollini family treated her like a caged animal.
But this terrifying man wasn't locking her up. He was putting the leashes of her abusers directly into her hands. The deep-rooted fear slowly twisted into a dark, vindictive relief.
"Thank you," Anna whispered to him.
"You are very welcome, my dear," All For One smiled.
He turned around, addressing the whole room.
"Now, we divide the work," All For One announced. "Gil. Kamile. Step forward."
The two Capos stood up and walked over.
"You two are staying here in Japan," All For One told them. "Teleportation and Spatial Excursion. You are my new logistical transport hub. You will move my people and my cargo instantly across the country. You don't leave this base. You will coordinate with Kurogiri."
Gil and Kamile nodded silently. They couldn't argue.
"Valdo, you take the rest of your men and Anna back to Europe," All For One continued. "You will start building my disaster bombs under her orders."
He pointed to the Charity clone.
"Charity will go with you," All For One said. "Take him to the slums. Take him to the prisons. Find the outcasts and the desperate people who hate hero society. Use his blood. I want you to recruit an invisible, absolutely loyal army hidden across the entire globe."
Valdo nodded slowly. "Understood."
"And just to make sure things go smoothly," All For One added softly.
STEP. STEP.
A fourth figure walked out of the dark shadows in the back of the cavern.
It wore the same featureless grey mask as the others, but its body was completely silent. It didn't make a single sound when it walked.
Valdo felt a cold chill run down his back just looking at it.
"This is the fourth Crown," All For One smiled, placing a hand on the silent clone's shoulder. "He is Kindness."
The irony was heavy and terrifying.
"Kindness will go to Europe with you," All For One explained. "If a Pro Hero gets too close to your operations, or if someone asks too many questions... Kindness will show them some mercy. He is very good at making people disappear."
The clone didn't move. It just stared at the mafia bosses.
"Get to work," All For One ordered.
*-*-*-*
Location: Shie Hassaikai Compound
Date: Friday | 08:00 PM
STEP.
STEP.
Kai Chisaki walked down the dim, wooden hallway of the traditional Yakuza compound.
He adjusted his crisp white gloves, his golden eyes narrowed behind his plague doctor mask.
Right behind him, Hari Kurono walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"The biology checks out, Hari," Chisaki said quietly. He wasn't pacing or panicking. His voice was cold and completely calculated. "Turning a living bonsai tree back into a seed isn't just a simple breakdown. It's a complete, localized rewind."
"So the rumors from the restaurant are actually true," Kurono muttered.
"They are," Chisaki nodded, his fists clenching slightly at his sides. "Her blood is the exact cure we need for this sick society. But the Boss has built a massive wall around her."
He was deeply frustrated. Eri was guarded by Yamato and Aika around the clock, and the Boss had explicitly forbidden any of the lieutenants from going near the girl's room.
CLINK.
They turned the corner and stopped.
Yamato, Eri's father, was walking toward them. He was holding a small wooden tray with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa.
Chisaki quickly smoothed out his posture. He needed just one drop of the girl's blood to confirm his theories.
"Evening, Yamato," Chisaki greeted smoothly, stepping into the middle of the hallway. "Taking treats up to the young missus?"
Yamato stopped. He actually looked completely relaxed.
"Just some hot cocoa before bed," Yamato smiled politely. "Aika is reading her a story."
"That sounds nice," Chisaki kept his voice perfectly level. "Listen, I heard about the little incident at the restaurant a few weeks ago. I have a very strong background in medicine and biology. If her quirk is acting up, I could take a quick look. Just to be safe."
Yamato didn't look away. He looked Chisaki right in the eyes.
"I appreciate the offer, Chisaki," Yamato said. His voice was incredibly normal, just a dad talking about his kid. "But she doesn't need doctors poking at her. She just needs her hot cocoa. The Boss brought in a private consultant, and they handled everything. Eri is just a normal kid now."
"A private consultant?" Chisaki pressed slightly.
"Yeah. Have a good night, Chisaki," Yamato said firmly.
He didn't wait for a response. Yamato just walked right past them and headed up the stairs.
Chisaki stood in the hallway. He glared at the wooden stairs, his jaw tight behind his mask.
Yamato's aggressively normal, confident attitude infuriated him more than a threat would have.
"He's shutting us out completely," Kurono whispered, stepping up next to him.
"I know," Chisaki growled softly.
"And the Boss is making moves outside the family to do it," Kurono added. He looked around the empty hallway, acting like the true underground spymaster he was.
Chisaki turned his head. "What moves?"
"Last Sunday. Right around midnight," Kurono explained quietly. "My contacts in the high-tier broker network picked up a weird financial ripple. The Boss moved a massive amount of money. But he didn't use our books, and he didn't tell the inner circle. He went straight through a completely untraceable black-market route to set up a meeting in the Red Light District."
Chisaki narrowed his eyes. "He bypassed us."
"Yeah," Kurono nodded. "He left the compound totally alone."
"....."
Chisaki stared at the floor. His sharp mind instantly connected the dots.
Why would the Boss sneak out in the middle of the night and throw untraceable money at the black market?
"He's hiring outside muscle," Chisaki whispered. "He's buying hidden failsafes to protect the girl, and he is making sure we don't know who they are."
"Why would he hide it from us?" Kurono frowned. "We're his loyal guys."
Chisaki shook his head. He didn't sound angry at the Boss. He actually sounded incredibly tragic and respectful.
"Because the Boss is an old lion, Hari," Chisaki said softly. "He is letting his love for his granddaughter soften his blade. He saved us from the streets. We owe him our lives. But he can't see that the Yakuza is slowly dying. It's our duty to save his empire, even if he doesn't understand the cure."
Kurono nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to put my guys on the street to track down who the Boss met with in the Red Light District?"
Chisaki scoffed bitterly.
"How?" Kurono asked, surprised. "We have eyes all over the underground. We know every dirty broker in the city."
"The Boss isn't stupid, Hari," Chisaki said, turning to face him. "If he's buying a failsafe against his own guys, he's not going to use anyone tied to our streets. He used an independent broker to find someone completely off the grid. Whoever this outside muscle is, they don't exist in our books. There's no trail to follow."
Chisaki looked back up the stairs toward Eri's room.
"If the Boss has hidden muscle watching the house, we can't just kick her door down," Chisaki said coldly. "We don't force a fight we can't win. We wait in the shadows. We watch who comes and goes, and we strike only when we get a flawless opening."
*-*-*-*
Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
Date: One Week Later | 10:00 AM
HISS.
The heavy lid of the bio-tank slowly opened. Steam poured out into the cool basement air.
All Might sat up.
He ripped the breathing mask off his face and slammed his giant hand against the metal edge of the tank.
BANG.
The loud noise echoed across the concrete walls.
"Damn it," All Might cursed, his voice thick with frustration. He stepped out of the saltwater, his heavy feet slapping the floor. "Seven days. A whole week floating in the dark, and nothing. I didn't see the Quirk Plane. I didn't hear her. Just completely empty."
Kaito didn't look disappointed. He just grabbed a dry towel and a cold bottle of water from the bench and walked over.
"Here," Kaito said, handing them over. "Drink."
Over by the computer monitors, Gran Torino was chewing loudly on a piece of hard candy. He pointed his wooden cane at the giant hero.
"You're treating meditation like a bar fight, Toshinori," Gran Torino grunted. "You can't punch your way into your own subconscious."
Principal Nezu sat on a small stool next to the old man.
He took a slow sip of tea from a tiny porcelain cup. The Shields had gone back to their factory in Shizuoka a few days ago, leaving the heroes to figure this out.
"Psychology is very tricky," Nezu added gently. "The more desperately you want to grab something in your mind, the faster it runs away from you."
Kaito walked back to his rolling chair and sat down.
"Principal Nezu is right," Kaito said, looking at All Might. "We've done this every day for a week. The meditation was a good baseline test, but right now, your head is a mess. You have decades of survivor's guilt eating at you. You want to see Nana Shimura so badly that you're jamming the door shut. And besides this was your choice right? Between physical or psychological first."
"....."
All Might aggressively dried his blonde hair with the towel. He looked down at the floor, looking ashamed.
Kaito leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Let me ask you something," Kaito said. "When you were young, before you got your Quirk... did you ever take formal martial arts classes? Did you ever learn breathing forms or katas?"
All Might blinked. He stopped rubbing his hair.
"Uh... no," All Might admitted awkwardly, looking away. "I just watched a lot of hero movies."
"BWAHAHAHA!"
Gran Torino suddenly burst into loud, wheezing laughter. He slapped his knee hard, almost dropping his cane.
"He was a total meathead!" Gran Torino cackled loudly. "He didn't know a single technique! When he got the power, I just threw him in the dirt and beat him black and blue until his survival instincts finally kicked in! He fights purely on reaction!"
All Might turned bright red. "Please!"
Sigh.
Kaito sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Well, that completely explains it," Kaito said, shaking his head. "You don't have any mental discipline because you never learned it. You just learned how to react to pain."
"I can focus!" All Might argued.
"No, you can't," Kaito replied casually. "But that's fine. We know the baseline now. If your mind is too stubborn to open the door from the inside, we are going to spend the next few months smashing it open from the outside."
Nezu set his teacup down. "Smashing it?"
Kaito stood up and walked over to the whiteboard near the computers. He grabbed a marker.
"We're moving away from the sensory tank for a week," Kaito explained. "We are cycling to physical trauma. One For All is like a solid dam holding back water. We are going to break that dam using four phases."
Kaito drew a big circle on the board.
"Phase One is Total Deprivation," Kaito said, tapping the board. "We turn the gravity in this room up to a crushing level. You are strictly forbidden from using your Quirk. You are going to do basic human conditioning under that weight until your muscles and lungs hit absolute medical failure."
"...."
All Might stared at the board. He didn't flinch.
"Phase Two is Forced Overflow," Kaito continued. "When your body is completely exhausted and broken, we hit your motor nerves with electric shocks. We force you to activate one hundred percent of your power instantly. Because your container is so tired, the raw energy will violently stretch the walls of your Quirk."
Gran Torino stopped chewing his candy. He actually grinned. He loved this.
"Phase Three. Focal Point Impact," Kaito wrote a heavy dot on the board. "You channel that hundred percent exclusively into your right knuckles. Nothing else is protected. You punch an indestructible tungsten wall. The recoil will act like a chisel snapping right back into your own bones to punch a hole in the core."
"And Phase Four?" All Might asked. His voice was dead serious.
"Endurance Friction," Kaito said, capping the marker. "You hold that maximum output for hours without a single break. The sheer physical friction of the energy grinding against your torn muscles will literally melt the block holding the past Quirks hostage. So in short, just like I said in our previous meeting. You're going to hold the energy of Detroit smash in your body for hours until you can also do the United States of Smash for hours."
"...."
"...."
The room went completely quiet.
Nezu looked horrified.
"Arisaka," Nezu said softly. "That training regimen will literally kill him. Multiple times."
"I know," Kaito said bluntly. He pointed his thumb at the heavy bio-tank behind him. "That's why we bought the Detnerat tank. And that's why you have Recovery Girl on standby. We push him to the absolute brink of death, we heal him, and we do it again the next day and then after a week of physical output, we will go back to psychological training."
Gran Torino let out a dark, approving chuckle.
"I like this kid," Torino muttered, nodding at Kaito.
Kaito looked right at the giant hero standing in the middle of the room.
"It's going to be absolute hell, All Might," Kaito warned him. "It's going to hurt worse than anything you've ever felt."
All Might didn't look scared. He tossed the wet towel onto the bench.
He walked back to the center of the room and planted his feet wide. The goofy, embarrassed guy from a minute ago was completely gone
.
"I'm ready," All Might said. His deep voice carried the heavy, unshakeable weight of the Symbol of Peace. "Let's start."
Kaito nodded.
He walked over to the main computer terminal and typed a command. Aside from All Might, everyone else walked out of the training room.
BEEP.
VMMMMMMM.
The heavy gravity generators hidden in the ceiling and floor violently spun to life.
A massive, invisible weight slammed down on the center of the room.
THUD.
All Might dropped to one knee instantly. The concrete floor cracked under his heavy boots.
He gasped loudly.
The air was suddenly pulled right out of his lungs. Sweat beaded on his forehead in a split second.
His muscles twitched.
His instincts screamed at him to activate One For All to fight the crushing pressure.
"No Quirks!" Kaito yelled over the loud hum of the machines. "Don't use it! Stand up!"
All Might gritted his teeth.
The veins on his neck bulged. He placed his massive hands flat on the cracked concrete and pushed.
HUFF-PUFF.
HUFF-PUFF.
He breathed in heavy, ragged gasps, forcing his normal, unenhanced body to fight the terrifying weight.
The long, brutal grind to break the ceiling had officially started.
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