The pitch-black void inside All Might's mind was completely silent.
No screaming memories. No heavy guilt. No mocking laughter from All For One.
Just absolute quiet.
He stared at the tiny, hairline fracture of golden light bleeding into the dark space. He couldn't reach it. He couldn't touch it.
But he heard it.
"Toshinori..."
The voice was faint.
Warm.
It was the exact same tone she used when she patted his head back when he was just a quirkless teenager.
Inside the bio-tank, All Might's real eyes snapped wide open.
HUUURGH.
He gasped, sucking in a huge breath from the breathing mask. His heart slammed against his ribs.
His massive hands shot up and grabbed the inside of the heavy metal lid.
BANG.
He shoved the tank lid open.
Warm saltwater spilled over the edges, flooding the concrete floor.
All Might ripped the mask off his face and scrambled out of the tank.
He slipped on the wet floor and dropped to one knee. He wasn't yelling in excitement.
He was a fifty-year-old man, and his massive shoulders were shaking.
Tears mixed with the saltwater on his face.
"Sensei," All Might choked out, his voice thick and heavy. He looked up at Gran Torino. "I heard her. It was really her."
Over by the computer monitors, Gran Torino froze.
CLATTER.
The old wooden cane slipped right out of Torino's hand and hit the floor.
The grumpy, harsh old master routine vanished completely.
Torino sat down heavily on his wooden crate. He stared at All Might, his wrinkled hands shaking.
"You heard Nana," Torino whispered. His voice cracked. He looked away for a second, wiping his own eyes. "She's actually in there."
Kaito didn't say a word. He didn't act like a detached manager analyzing data. He just stood up quietly, grabbed a warm towel from the rack, and walked over.
He placed the towel on All Might's shaking shoulder.
"Take a minute," Kaito said softly.
He stepped back, giving the two old veterans the quiet respect they needed to process it.
*-*-*-*-
Four hours later.
HISS.
The lid of the tank opened slowly. All Might sat up.
He climbed out of the tank, drying his hair with the towel. He didn't look frustrated, just a little confused.
"Nothing," All Might mumbled, sitting on the bench. "I didn't hear her again."
Gran Torino wiped his face and grabbed his cane. "Did the noise come back? The guilt?"
"No," All Might shook his head. "That's the weird part. It was completely quiet. It felt like a really deep, peaceful sleep. But I didn't hear anything."
Kaito sat down on the bench next to him. He kept it direct and simple.
"Your mind is finally clear, All Might-san," Kaito told him. "The psychological block is gone. That's a huge win. But hearing her the first time was just pure chance. A tiny leak."
All Might looked at his hands. "So why can't I go back in?"
"Because the mind is only half the lock," Kaito said. "Your body hasn't broken the limit of One For All yet. Sitting in this tank isn't going to do anything else for you. You're just going to get a good nap."
All Might let out a heavy breath, but he nodded. He understood.
"We're cutting the psychological week short," Kaito said, standing up. "We don't need the remaining three days. We shift back to physical training immediately."
Torino tapped the floor with his cane. "We move to the mid-tier stuff. Carolina, New Hampshire, and Detroit."
"Right," Kaito agreed. "We stretch your physical container until you can envelop Detroit Smash for hours all over your body without tearing yourself apart. That's how we break the limit of your quirk."
All Might stood up. The sadness was gone. A fierce, burning fire was in his eyes.
"Let's get to work."
*-*-*-*
Location: Sato X News Studio
Date: Friday | 09:00 AM
Hideki Sato paced back and forth in his messy private office.
A familiar, heavy beat played softly from the expensive speakers on his desk.
"Higher, higher
We're about to set this game on fire, fire
They can't bring us down
We're that whole new type of hero, hero..."
Hideki's desk was completely buried under empty coffee cups, crumpled papers, and glowing digital tablets.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and took a sip of his terrible, lukewarm coffee.
"Where the hell is Hero X?" Hideki groaned, setting the mug down. "It's been a long time since he appeared," Hideki Sato groaned.
Almost a year had already passed since the Sky Egg concert incident.
He looked at the frozen frame of the golden figure on his secondary monitor.
That day, Hero X had emerged with a terrifying entrance, hijacked the broadcast with that exact background music, and completely saved the day.
But after that, he just went silent. Months passed without a single confirmed sighting.
Hideki was going crazy waiting for his god to return.
And now, another massive anomaly was happening right in front of him.
"It's all fake," Hideki muttered to himself.
He walked over to his keyboard.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
A massive digital map of Japan popped up on his wall monitor.
Dozens of red dots moved erratically across the map.
The dots represented the live, public patrol routes of the top-ranking heroes.
Hideki zoomed in on Osaka, then quickly panned the map to Kyoto and Tokyo.
"Look at this mess," Hideki said out loud, tracing a jagged line on the screen with his finger. "Endeavor is running twenty-hour shifts. He's searching abandoned industrial zones at three in the morning. Best Jeanist and Edgeshot are doing the exact same thing."
He swiped the screen.
"Even O'Clock and Ryukyu are way off their usual routes. Yoroi Musha and the others are scattered all over Japan."
CLICK.
His office door opened.
Nagi, his assistant, walked in holding a clipboard. He looked completely exhausted, with dark bags under his eyes.
"Boss, you really need to go home and sleep," Nagi sighed, dropping a stack of papers on the edge of the desk. "The HPSC just sent over the press release for the weekend. They said the top agencies are conducting a Joint National Training Exercise to improve response times. That's why the routes are weird."
Hideki burst out laughing. It was a harsh, cynical laugh.
"Hahahaha! A training exercise?" Hideki scoffed loudly. He pointed hard at the wall monitor. "Look at the routes, Nagi! That's not training. They are looking for something."
Nagi looked at the map, blinking tiredly. "Searching for what?"
"I don't know yet," Hideki said, leaning back in his leather chair. "But look right here. Even Hawks, the HPSC lapdog, hasn't slept in three days. He's flying massive grid patterns over the coastline. These guys aren't waving at cameras right now. They are kicking down doors in the dark."
Hideki spun a pen quickly between his fingers.
"The government is terrified of something, Nagi," Hideki grinned, leaning close to the screen. "They lost something huge, and they are trying to hide it from the public. I want to know exactly what it is."
"Boss, if the HPSC is covering it up, snooping around is dangerous," Nagi asked nervously, gripping his clipboard. "So what do we do?"
"We do our jobs," Hideki ordered, his eyes wide and obsessive. "Call the guys we pay in police dispatch. Tap every single mole we have inside the HPSC. I want answers today. Find the leak."
"Yes, Boss," Nagi nodded, turning around and hurrying out of the office.
Hideki turned back to his monitors. The song from the Sky Egg was reaching its final crescendo through his speakers.
Hideki smiled, tapping his pen against the desk to the beat, and sang along with it.
"We're that whole new type of hero, hero
We gon' win wherever we go, we go
Explosions in the sky
Be-be-be-bending space and time
We're that whole new type of hero, hero."
*-*-*-*
Location: Underground Broker Bar – Tokyo Slums
Date: Friday | 11:00 PM
The air inside the underground bar was thick with cheap cigarette smoke and the smell of stale beer.
CLINK.
Giran wiped down the sticky wooden counter with a dirty rag, dropping a glass into the sink.
Spinner sat on a broken barstool.
He was using an old cloth to nervously polish his massive, ridiculous sword made of chained-together knives.
"The streets are way too hot," Spinner muttered, looking over his shoulder at the door. "Endeavor nearly melted an entire warehouse block just two streets over last night. They're grabbing everyone."
Over by the broken jukebox, Twice was pacing back and forth in his black and grey bodysuit.
"It's totally fine! We are all gonna die!" Twice yelled, holding the sides of his head. "The heroes are going to burn us alive! I want to give them a hug! Let's invite them in for drinks!"
Mr. Compress sat in a corner booth.
He tipped his yellow top hat back and sighed. He pulled a silver coin out of his pocket and started rolling it across his knuckles.
"The entire stage has been ruined," Compress said smoothly, though his voice was tight. "The heroes are stomping around like angry rhinos. It's impossible to put on a good show when the ushers are kicking the doors down."
"It's not just the big guys," Spinner complained, gripping his sword. "Even the sidekicks are acting crazy. You can't even walk outside right now if you look like a mutant. They shake you down immediately."
Giran grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured a splash into his own glass.
"The heroes are spooked," Giran said casually, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Word on the black market is they lost something big. An entire army and guards was injured and now the top ranks are turning the city upside down trying to find something or someone."
"Great! I love ghosts! I'm terrified of them!" Twice shouted, dropping to his knees.
Giran leaned over the counter, looking at the three outcasts.
"You guys can't survive out there as solo acts right now," Giran told them. "The heroes will sweep you up just for being in the wrong alley."
"So what? We join the Yakuza?" Spinner scoffed.
"No," Giran shook his head. "You form a safety net. A loose network of outcasts. People the society rejected. You watch each other's backs."
Compress caught his coin and looked at the broker. "A cast of misfits? Do you have leading men in mind?"
"There are a few guys making noise," Giran smiled thinly. "There's one over in Hosu, the famed Stendhal. There's a guy in Tokyo running absolute circles around Endeavor and his sidekicks. They call him the Azure Fire Vigilante."
Compress let out a soft chuckle.
"Azure fire," Compress mused, putting his coin away. "Burning things to ash isn't exactly subtle. Sounds like a very loud supporting actor."
"Loud keeps the heroes busy," Giran pointed out. "Think about it. The streets aren't safe for you guys anymore."
*-*-*-*
Location: Hosu City – Rooftops
Date: Saturday | 02:00 AM
Pitter-patter.
The cold rain of Hosu fell hard, splashing against the stone gargoyles on the edge of the roof.
Stendhal crouched perfectly still.
He wore his dark tactical gear, the long red scarf wrapped tight around his neck.
The rain dripped off his broken mask, but he didn't wipe it away. His eyes were locked on the alleyway five stories below.
BASH.
A heavy metal door in the alley was kicked open.
Down below, a squad of high-ranking Pro Heroes rushed into the narrow space.
Gang Orca led the group, his massive white suit soaked in the rain.
"Check the basements! Tear the crates apart!" Gang Orca roared at his sidekicks. "If they are hiding in this sector, I want them found now!"
CRASH.
The sidekicks aggressively smashed wooden pallets and kicked over dumpsters.
They dragged a terrified, low-level black market dealer out into the rain and shoved him against the brick wall.
"Where are they?!" a sidekick yelled in the dealer's face.
Stendhal watched the entire scene from above.
He didn't draw his katana. He didn't jump down. He just observed.
"No logic," Stendhal whispered to himself.
He gripped the hilt of his blade, his eyes narrowing in disgust.
The heroes below were moving with pure panic. They were loud, messy, and totally out of control.
They weren't acting like confident protectors. They were acting like desperate, cornered animals.
"These false heroes are terrified of something," Stendhal rasped softly into the rain.
He slowly stood up on the edge of the roof.
If the top ranks were panicking this much, something massive was hiding in the dark.
A deep, heavy rot that the heroes couldn't handle.
"Well, I can just find out what were they looking for," Stendhal said quietly, looking down at the frantic sidekicks. "Let's question this fake sidekick heroes."
SWOOSH.
Stendhal stepped off the ledge, using the fire escapes to silently tail the hero squad into the rainy night and plan to interrogate this guys.
*-*-*-*
Location: Undisclosed Underground Cavern – Medical Bay
Date: Sunday | 10:00 AM
Deep beneath a mountain range rich in natural lead and iron ore, the air was cold.
CLACK. CLACK.
Inside the private medical bay, Dr. Kyudai Garaki was practically bouncing on his heels.
He held up a thick glass syringe filled with a glowing, violent red liquid.
"Those mafia idiots had no idea what they were doing, Master!" Garaki cackled, pushing his thick goggles up his nose. "They used Anna's Overmodification quirk to boost their own serum, but they treated her like a battery! They never boosted the girl herself!"
All For One sat in a heavy leather medical chair, his sleeves rolled up.
"So you injected her first," All For One stated calmly.
"Exactly!" Garaki cheered. "I pumped the God Serum straight into her veins. Her quirk went into awakening. Then, I used her boosted quirk to refine the serum again! This batch is one thousand five hundred percent stronger than the original!"
Garaki handed the syringe over. His hands were actually shaking with excitement.
"It's the ultimate serum, Master," Garaki grinned.
All For One took the syringe. He didn't hesitate.
He plunged the thick needle right into the side of his neck and pushed the plunger down.
Thwack.
The air pressure in the small medical bay dropped so fast it popped Garaki's ears.
FWOOSH.
A heavy, suffocating black aura bled out of All For One's skin. The metal medical trays on the nearby table rattled violently.
All For One slowly opened his hands, staring at his palms.
"Fascinating," All For One whispered.
"How does it feel?" Garaki asked nervously, gripping the edge of the table.
"The boundaries are gone, Doctor," All For One said. He clenched his fist. "I don't need to touch them anymore. I can feel every Quirk Factor in a hundred-meter radius. I can just reach out and rip them away wirelessly."
He tilted his head, closing his eyes.
"And that old Bio-Transmitter quirk I stole back in the eighties?" All For One chuckled a low, dark sound. "Completely useless now. I can feel Charity and Kindness all the way in Italy. I can enter directly, copy and divide my AFO quirk 100% to all clones."
Garaki wiped sweat from his bald head. "It's a total awakening."
*-*-*-*
Out in the massive main cavern, things were incredibly tense.
The three hundred Tartarus escapees were standing in tight military rows.
They were sweating, grumbling, and glaring at each other.
The Shallows Covenant mark burned on their necks, forcing them to stay in line. But these were violent, S-Rank murderers. They weren't used to taking orders.
A guy with flames for hair tried to spark his quirk just out of frustration.
"GAAH!"
The mark burned black.
The guy dropped to his knees, clutching his throat, coughing up spit until the urge to rebel passed.
Up on a stack of metal shipping crates, the commanders watched the crowd.
Gil checked his phone. No signal.
"The natural lead and iron in this mountain are doing their job," Gil muttered, shoving the phone in his pocket. "The HPSC satellites and sonar pings can't see through this much heavy rock. We're totally off the grid."
Deborah leaned against the metal railing, crossing her arms. Her pink eyes scanned the angry crowd.
"Good," Deborah said. "Because these guys are getting restless. The covenant keeps them from attacking us, but they are fighting it hard."
Number Six sat on the edge of the crate, swinging his legs over the side. His black tactical suit looked brand new.
"Let them fight it," Six laughed, pointing at a shivering mutant down below. "Look at them. A bunch of rabid dogs choking on a leash. It's hilarious."
Nine stood behind them, his arms crossed tight over his chest. He looked completely healthy, his white hair tied back, but his eyes were full of deep resentment.
"They are weak," Nine said coldly, glaring down at the crowd. "They complain about a leash because they aren't strong enough to break it. They're just meat shields."
Six looked back over his shoulder, a mocking grin on his face. "Careful, Nine. We're wearing a leash too. Hehehe."
"...."
Nine clenched his jaw. The Abyssal mark on his arm burned slightly, reminding him he couldn't attack Six either.
CLANG.
The heavy steel doors on the upper balcony suddenly groaned open.
The entire cavern went dead silent.
All For One stepped out onto the balcony. He wore a crisp dark suit. He didn't carry a weapon. He just looked down at the three hundred prisoners.
The black aura radiating off him was heavy enough to make the air feel thick and hard to breathe.
Down in the front row, a group of ten massive villains finally snapped.
"Screw this!" a giant villain covered in thick, green reptilian scales roared. "I ain't taking orders from a guy in a suit! Blood pact or not, I'm gonna rip your head off!"
The ten villains charged the balcony, roaring in anger, completely ignoring the burning pain of the marks on their necks.
All For One didn't flinch. He didn't even step back.
He just raised his right hand and slowly closed his fist.
SHLUCK.
CRACK.
"AAAAAGGGHH!"
Dark, jagged tendrils of pure energy violently ripped straight out of the ten charging villains' chests.
The tendrils snapped back through the air and absorbed right into All For One's palm.
The ten villains collapsed onto the hard rock floor.
The body horror was instant and terrifying.
The giant reptilian villain screamed in pure agony as his thick green scales melted like hot wax.
SNAP. CRUNCH.
His massive, beast-like jaw broke and shifted, forcefully reshaping itself back into a normal human chin. His heavy claws shrank back into normal, blunt fingernails.
In five seconds, the terrifying monster was gone.
He was just a naked, normal, quirkless man crying on the floor before his eyes rolled back and he passed out from the shock.
The rest of the army backed away in absolute horror as they watched the arm of All For One become that of reptilian quirk prisoner.
"..."
"..."
VMMMM.
At the exact same time, All For One flared his aura.
An invisible, crushing weight slammed down over the entire cavern. It was a fifty-percent suppression field.
Down in the crowd, emitter sparks fizzled out and died.
Heavy mutant arms suddenly felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Up on the crates, Nine stumbled forward, grabbing the railing.
HUFFF.
He gasped for air. His copied version of the AFO quirk felt like it was being crushed into a tiny box.
The original quirk was suppressing his knock-off version effortlessly. Nine's pride shattered in an instant.
Number Six, however, was grinning so hard his face looked like it might tear. His eyes were wide with pure, fanatical worship.
Gil and Deborah exchanged a very quick, very panicked look.
"Deb," Gil whispered, keeping his voice incredibly low so the others wouldn't hear. "Did he just rip their quirks out from fifty yards away?"
"Yeah," Deborah swallowed hard, rubbing her arms. She looked genuinely terrified. "And my Daydream feels like it's buried under a ton of bricks. I can barely feel it."
Gil looked back up at the balcony. His mafia instincts were screaming.
"He took the serum," Gil muttered, sweat forming on his forehead.
"...."
Deborah didn't answer. She just stared at the balcony.
All For One slowly lowered his hand. He looked at the terrified, suppressed army shivering in the dark. Nobody else dared to move.
"Now, now everyone. Let's talk."
*-*-*-*
Location: Might Tower – Underground Facility
Date: Tuesday | 02:00 PM (One Week Later)
VMMMMMMM.
The entire underground basement was vibrating.
The thick reinforced glass separating the control room from the training floor rattled heavily in its metal frame.
Inside the control room, Sir Nighteye was gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles were stark white.
Next to him, David Shield was staring at the live medical monitors, his jaw completely dropped.
Out on the training floor, the gravity generators were screaming.
Right in the middle of it, All Might was on his knees. He was completely shirtless, drenched in sweat, and covered in deep, ugly purple bruises across his chest and arms.
"Turn it off," Nighteye demanded, his voice tight with panic. He looked over at Kaito. "Arisaka, cut the gravity right now. You are going to kill him!"
Gran Torino hit Nighteye in the back of the leg with his wooden cane.
THWACK.
"Stop babying the man, Mirai," Torino grunted, popping a hard candy into his mouth. "He isn't a fragile kid anymore. He's doing exactly what he needs to do."
"Babying him?!" Nighteye snapped, pointing through the glass. "Look at the blood pressure readings! His muscle fibers are tearing apart!"
David Shield pushed his glasses up, looking horrified but completely fascinated by the data on his screen.
"It's the containment method," David muttered, quickly typing on his tablet. "He isn't just dealing with the raw gravity. I've never seen anything like this. He is generating the New Hampshire Smash, but instead of releasing it as a concussive blast to move his body... he's trapping the explosion flat against his own back."
"Exactly," Kaito said. He sat in his padded chair, his eyes locked on the plastic stopwatch in his hand. "He's wearing his own attacks like a heavy cape."
David shook his head in disbelief. "If he slips up and releases that pressure the wrong way, the whiplash will snap his spine in half."
"He won't slip," Torino said firmly.
"OOOH!"
Out on the floor, All Might let out a booming, strained roar.
He dug his heavy boots deep into the cracked concrete, physically pushing his chest forward to fight the invisible explosion pressing against his back.
"Switch!" Kaito yelled into the microphone. "Carolina!"
FWHIISH.
All Might instantly killed the blast on his back. He didn't even take a second to breathe.
He crossed his massive arms over his chest. He activated the Carolina Smash.
Instead of swinging a dual-handed chop, he forced the two violent lines of kinetic energy to grind directly against his own ribs in a tight X.
"URRRGH!"
All Might gritted his teeth.
His gums were bleeding slightly from the immense internal pressure.
"Arisaka, please," Nighteye pleaded, actually stepping toward the control panel. "Continuous sixteen hours is suicide! Nobody trains like that under this kind of load!"
Kaito just blocked the panel with his arm. He didn't look angry, just serious.
"I didn't set the timer, Sir Nighteye," Kaito told him simply. "All Might did."
Nighteye froze. "What?"
"Last week, something clicked in his head," Kaito explained. "He demanded we add more hours to the daily set. He wants to break his limit, and he knows this is the only way through."
"Ten seconds!" Torino shouted. "Get ready for the big one, Toshinori!"
David Shield grabbed the edge of the desk. He knew the move progression they were using.
"Wait, you aren't actually making him hold Detroit Smash, are you?" David asked, his voice spiking in alarm. "Detroit can level an entire city! The air pressure alone will blow this entire skyscraper if he loses control of the aura!"
"He won't lose control," Kaito said calmly. "Do it, All Might!"
BZZZT.
All Might dropped the Carolina cross-chop. He planted his feet wide and took a massive, deep breath.
"Detroit..." All Might rumbled.
FWOOSH.
The air pressure in the basement violently dropped. The oxygen felt like it was instantly sucked out of the room.
"SMAASH!"
All Might wrapped the colossal, weather-altering atmospheric pressure of the Detroit Smash entirely around his own skin.
It was an invisible, suffocating armor of pure destruction.
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK.
The reinforced concrete floor instantly spider-webbed under the sheer downward force of his body weight combined with the trapped air pressure.
Red and black lightning whipped violently around his torso.
"Keep it tight!" Kaito shouted over the roaring wind. "Don't let the pressure leak!"
"Hold the line, you stubborn idiot!" Torino barked.
All Might was shaking violently. The veins on his neck looked like thick ropes.
His face was flushed purple, and blood dripped from his nose, but he was actually smiling.
It wasn't a fake camera. It was a genuine, feral grin of pure determination.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
Nighteye watched him. He reached a hand up, instinctively trying to activate his Foresight out of sheer terror for his friend's life.
Gran Torino reached out and grabbed Nighteye's wrist, pulling his hand down.
"Don't look at the future, Mirai," Torino said quietly. "Look at the man standing right in front of you."
Gulp.
Nighteye swallowed hard, watching the giant hero hold back a hurricane with his bare skin.
Time went by as the plastic stopwatch in Kaito's hand ticked down the final seconds.
Seventeen hours. Fifty-nine minutes. Fifty seconds.
David Shield was holding his breath, watching the structural integrity alarms on his tablet flash yellow, then red.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
The eighteen-hour alarm finally went off.
"Time!" Kaito yelled, slamming his hand down on the master kill switch.
FWUMPH.
The gravity generators instantly whined down and shut off.
All Might dropped the Detroit Smash pressure. The heavy, suffocating wind vanished from the room.
THUD.
All Might fell straight to his hands and knees.
HUFF-PUFF.
HUFF-PUFF.
He gasped violently for air. Sweat poured off his face and hit the broken floor in heavy drops. He looked completely wrecked, covered in fresh bruises and scrapes.
Kaito stood up and grabbed the microphone.
"Bio-med tank, right now," Kaito ordered gently. "Don't try to walk it off. Get in the saltwater and let your muscle fibers fuse back together."
All Might didn't argue. He slowly pushed himself up on shaking legs. He looked through the thick glass at his friends.
He wiped the blood off his chin and gave Nighteye and David a weak, trembling thumbs-up.
HISS.
He climbed into the Detnerat-Shield bio-med tank in the corner and pulled the heavy lid shut to start the healing cycle.
"....."
The control room was dead quiet.
David looked down at his tablet. The medical scans of All Might's body were updating in real-time as the tank did its work.
"I can't believe it," David whispered, adjusting his glasses. "His muscle density... the micro-tears from the pressure are healing thicker. His body is actually expanding and adapting."
PUFF.
Nighteye let out a long, heavy exhale. The panic was gone, replaced by a deep, reluctant awe. He looked at Kaito.
"You're actually doing it," Nighteye said quietly. "You're forcing his body to evolve."
"He's the one doing it," Kaito said, tossing the stopwatch onto the desk. "He passed his mid-tier smashes now."
Gran Torino leaned against his crate, a proud smirk on his old face.
"So," Torino grunted, looking at the closed bio-tank. "When does he try the United States of Smash?"
"Let him rest for a day or two. And let him do some mediation training again. After that, we can try using the sheer pressure and attack of United States of Smash enveloping his whole body as a finale. And also we need Recovery Girl here for insurance."
GULP.
"....." Sir Nighteye and David.
"I can't just imagine Toshinori cloaking his strongest attack all over his body for hours." Gran Torino replied.
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