Before All For One, the professional heroes lay scattered across the ground.
Each of them was covered in wounds of varying severity.
Among them, the one who had suffered the most was unexpectedly Best Jeanist—the strongest among those present.
Clap. Clap.
Though the surroundings were filled with noise and chaos, the sound of applause rang out clearly, like sharp blades stabbing into the hearts of every fallen hero.
"Truly worthy of Rank No. 4," All For One said calmly.
"I originally intended to erase all of you with that single strike."
"To manipulate everyone's clothes and pull them away in an instant… Your judgment and control are far beyond ordinary heroes."
His words sounded like praise.
But to Best Jeanist, they were nothing but naked mockery.
"…Bastard…"
Lying on the ground, he raised his head with great difficulty and stared at All For One, who had not even taken a single step.
The terrifying pressure radiating from his body made Best Jeanist's limbs feel numb.
It was no weaker than All Might's—
In some ways, it felt even more terrifying.
"Your Quirk is not suitable for me," All For One said indifferently.
"So I have no need to take it."
From his perspective, Best Jeanist's strength came from years of relentless training and countless real battles.
His Quirk itself was not particularly outstanding.
Raising his arm slightly, All For One released an invisible shockwave.
It struck Best Jeanist's already-injured body, blasting him backward.
With a dull thud, Best Jeanist collapsed completely, losing consciousness.
"Oh? You're here."
After dealing with him, thick black liquid suddenly surged up beside All For One.
Moments later, Shigaraki and the remaining members of the League of Villains tumbled out of it.
"…I failed again, Sensei."
Shigaraki lowered his head.
He did not dare to meet his teacher's gaze.
Perhaps it was shame.
Perhaps it was exhaustion.
Perhaps it was the lingering fear of death.
"Don't be discouraged," All For One said gently.
"Just start over."
"I've already helped you bring all your companions back."
"No matter how many times you fall, you can rise again."
"That is why I exist."
He stepped forward, placed a hand on Shigaraki's head, and gently patted it.
"All right. Leave this place to me."
"Take them and go."
As if sensing what was about to happen, All For One showed no hesitation.
His fingers suddenly transformed into streams of black and red energy and plunged directly into Kurogiri's unconscious body.
"Force activation of Quirk."
Kurogiri's form instantly dissolved.
A slowly rotating black portal appeared in midair.
"Who… who is this man?!"
Spinner was still in shock.
So this was the teacher Shigaraki always spoke about?
He looked terrifying.
"Let's go quickly," Dabi said calmly.
"The police will arrive soon. We're in no condition to fight anymore."
He crouched down and placed his hand on the unconscious Dabi—formerly Cha Kun.
In an instant, Dabi was compressed into a small glass-like sphere, which Dabi stored in his pocket.
TWICE had already jumped into the portal.
The image of Masata brutally defeating Dabi still haunted him.
If even Dabi couldn't win, he certainly stood no chance.
"S-Sensei… your body…"
Shigaraki looked at All For One with worry.
He knew about his injuries.
Five years ago, All For One had been severely wounded by All Might.
Since then, he had never fully recovered.
He now relied entirely on the life-support device on his face.
His physical condition was far worse than before.
If he fought All Might now…
Shigaraki did not dare to imagine the outcome.
"Worried about All Might?"
All For One's voice carried faint ridicule.
"Relax."
"I'm not what I used to be."
"If All Might comes… this will be his end."
His tone was filled with confidence.
"I've recently acquired some… very good things."
Before Shigaraki could say anything else, All For One waved his hand.
A gust of compressed air sent Shigaraki flying straight into the portal.
The black hole slowly shrank—
Then vanished.
Silence returned.
"All right," All For One said softly.
"Now that they're gone… let's deal with you."
He turned toward the fallen heroes and spread his hands helplessly.
"Although I don't particularly enjoy killing…"
"I've always believed in cutting weeds at the root."
"Forgive me."
Raising his arm, he prepared another devastating attack.
"The air is hardened… explosive output x4…"
"Muscles and bones reinforced…"
"Let's test this combination first."
His arm swelled rapidly, wrapped in dense white airflow.
The heroes struggled desperately to move.
But their bodies no longer obeyed them.
They could only watch.
Watch as death approached.
Just then—
All For One suddenly stopped.
He tilted his head and looked toward the distant sky.
"…Hm?"
Sensing something unusual, he redirected his charged arm upward.
The heroes followed his gaze.
And froze.
In the night sky, a blazing orange streak was tearing through the darkness like a falling star.
It was bright.
It was fast.
The roaring wind could even be heard from the ground.
"What… is that? A meteor?!"
Mt. Lady muttered weakly.
"If it hits him… maybe we'll survive…"
Her heart filled with faint hope.
But that hope quickly faded.
Because it was not a meteor.
It was—
Igarashi Masata.
"Heh… The little devil from back then has grown quite a bit."
All For One chuckled softly.
Then he fired.
The compressed air cannon roared into the sky.
A deafening sonic boom exploded.
"BOOM!!!"
The blazing "meteor" shattered in midair.
Fragments scattered like sparks.
Then fell toward the ground.
"…Is it over?"
The heroes' hearts sank.
If that attack failed…
They were finished.
"Don't underestimate me like that!!"
A powerful voice suddenly rang out.
The heroes looked up in shock.
From the scattered fragments, a human figure slowly reformed.
Steam rose from his body.
Magma flowed along his arms.
"I've come to settle the score with you…"
"AFO!!!"
Igarashi Masata—
had arrived.