From atop a ruined overpass, Gran Torino surveyed the field with narrowed eyes. His cape fluttered behind him, tattered and scorched at the edges.
Sparks danced across the horizon where Nomu and Tartarus escapees rampaged. The air trembled under the weight of battle, the tension coiled tighter than a wire.
At his side stood All Might—the golden titan of peace, but still clad in blue and red, his eyes burning with the same unshakable resolve. Next to him, Aizawa pulled his goggles into place, crimson energy smouldering just beneath his irises like embers waiting to flare.
And at their flanks, young heroes prepared: Kaminari adjusting his gear, Team Alpha fanned out behind debris and broken barricades—ready, but nervous.
Gran Torino cracked his knuckles.
"Toshinori-" he muttered, not looking back. "I'll take the lackeys. You handle the main guy."
All Might glanced at his old mentor. "Okay-"
"But can you handle them all?"
Torino smirked.
"My body's not what it used to be. But I've still got enough spring in these legs to swat flies."
Before All Might could argue, Gran Torino's boots ignited with a concussive pop—and in a blink, he was gone, streaking toward the mob of villains like a bullet.
The Tartarus escapees barely had time to react. A warp quirk user raised their hand—but Gran Torino spun mid-air , boot connecting with the villain's jaw in a blur, sending him spiralling into a burnt-out bus. Lightning arced through the smoke as Kaminari followed, unleashing a charge that danced between enemies like a living serpent. The support team surged forward behind them, moving like a trained spear.
From the shadows, a monstrous villain lunged toward Kaminari—but Gran Torino appeared between them, intercepting with a kick that cratered the pavement.
"Eyes up, kid-" he barked. "They hit harder when they're scared."
Meanwhile, at the heart of the chaos, All Might stepped forward—toward the crumbling epicentre of Kamino. And there, emerging through the smoke like a nightmare reborn, was Overhaul.
But not the man he once was.
This Overhaul—this thing—stood twitching under the strain of quirk overload over his fragile frame. His face was fractured like porcelain, black veins spiderwebbing across his skin. His left arm had warped into a tangle of grafted bone and quirk-infused flesh, pulsating with unstable energy.
Each breath he took came out ragged, unnatural.
He looked like he was dying.
But his eyes gleamed with madness.
"All Might-" Overhaul rasped, his voice doubled—fractured, echoed. "Do you remember the last time we met?"
"I do-" All Might replied coldly.
"Back then , When you were a teenager i gave you an advice to not indulge in these affairs but now- Now , you've grown albeit on the wronged side of the society"
"You're uglier now."
With a sudden roar, Overhaul struck—ground erupting as his arm twisted, expanding into a spike-tipped tendril of reconstruction. The attack surged forward like a living spear.
But—
Snap.
A red haze flared across the battlefield. Aizawa stepped into view, scarf swirling like a blade, eyes glowing with an eerie, crimson shimmer.
Overhaul stopped mid-lunge, limbs locking in place. His body twitched, as if rejecting itself.
"Erasure…?" he croaked, as if choking on the word.
Aizawa said, jaw clenched, voice hard.
"You've broken the laws of nature. I'm just… adjusting the balance."
All Might didn't hesitate.
He moved like a hammer falling from heaven.
A blur of muscle, resolve, and fury.
He twisted mid-air, fist cocked back, voice rising:
"DETR—OIT… SMAAAASH!"
His knuckles met Overhaul's chest with a thunderclap.
The sound shattered windows three blocks away.
Overhaul's body rocketed backward, crashing through a building—then another—then another. A chain of booms followed, each one smaller than the last, until silence returned.
Only the moan of the wind remained.
A moment passed.
Then came the reactions:
Kaminari, from a distance, gaped. "Holy crap. I felt that through my soul…"
Jirou shaking from the shockwave, said. "That… was the power of Symbol of Peace."
Gran Torino, mid-air after knocking out another villain, paused and allowed himself a faint grin. "Still showing off, huh, Toshinori?"
Aizawa lowered his scarf, letting out a slow breath. His eyes dimmed from red to their usual tired grey.
"And that… is why we follow him."
The dust slowly began to settle.
All Might stood alone in the cratered street, steam rising from his shoulders, his chest heaving.
But his eyes remained locked on the path Overhaul had carved in his flight. His hands were clenched, not in rage—but in readiness.
Because the battle wasn't over yet.
Not until every last shadow had been burned away.
Silence reigned—but only for a moment.
Then, from the shattered husk of a building across the block, a sound tore through the smog.
A roar.
Low. Guttural.
It echoed like something worst had awoken.
All Might turned, eyes narrowing just as concrete crumbled. From the wreckage, Overhaul emerged—no, burst—his form no longer resembling anything remotely human.
His breathing was ragged, wet.
Half his face was exposed, his metal mask shattered and fused into his skin. Black, mucus-like blood oozed from his cracked body, trailing in globs that sizzled against the ground. Veins like thick cords pulsed across his body—pitch black, vibrating unnaturally, snaking beneath his skin like parasites.
Then came the twist.
With a sickening series of pops and spasms, Overhaul's spine arched—and his body grew.
Not just in size, but in presence.
Four grotesque arms erupted from his back, slamming into the ground to support the sheer mass of his mutating torso. They writhed, unfinished muscle and bone threading themselves into function in real time.
The air turned heavy.
"Oh God…" Jirou whispered, clutching her ears as the vibrations distorted sound.
"Eeek! S-ssoo scary!" Kaminari shrieked in fear.
Aizawa's eyes lit up again, red with concentrated fury, but he felt it—whatever this was, it wasn't just quirk overload. It was something spiralling out of control.
Overhaul's head snapped toward All Might.
He roared again—feral, enraged, and primal—then lunged.
Like a twisted gorilla, he launched forward, all four arms slamming down in unison, aiming to crush the former Symbol of Peace under raw mass and madness.
"All Might—!!" Shoji cried out, shielding Kendo and Jirou as the ground exploded.
But All Might didn't flinch.
He moved in an instant, crossing his arms into an "X" to shield his body as the impact landed.
BOOM.
The collision was titanic.
The shockwave punched outward, tearing through the ruined street. The force tore tiles from rooftops, uprooted lamp posts, and birthed a spiralling tornado of dust, debris, and broken stone.
The world went white.
Wind howled like a storm had detonated at ground zero.
Visibility vanished.
Even Aizawa, who stood closest to the clash, had to shield his eyes from the vortex of chaos.
"Damn it—!"
Team Alpha braced behind wreckage.
"Can't see a thing!" Kaminari yelled, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the impact. "Is he okay?!"
From within the blinding cyclone, a voice rose—not Overhaul's, but calm, steady, and defiant.
All Might.
"I'm not finished yet…"
And then—
A beat of silence.
Wham.
Wham.
The sounds of flesh striking flesh echoed through the blizzard of dust. All Might was holding the line, blocking each of the monstrous arms with precision, arms shaking, boots dragging lines through the ground.
Overhaul roared again, pressing harder.
"You're OLD!" he shrieked, frothing. "You're BROKEN! JUST. DIE!"
But All Might gritted his teeth. "You think that's new information…?"
He growled, voice low and thunderous. "You think I haven't felt my limits every day since I lost my-"'
He didn't completed the line..
Then , The dust began to settle.
And through it, they saw the silhouette—All Might, knees bent, holding back all four arms of Overhaul with sheer physical force.
"But I'm still here."
His gaze blazed with unwavering fire.
"I'm here because the next generation needs time. Because I'm the wall you'll never break through."
Cracks ran across the ground beneath them. Tremors rippled through the foundation.
Aizawa's voice cut through the comms: "Everyone—back him up if he falters. But until then…"
He smiled grimly.
"Bear witness."
Then—
BANG.
A single gunshot pierced the tension like a blade.
It rang out from the far side of the battlefield—sharp, mechanical, unforgiving.
The muzzle flash flickered, barely visible through the dust storm.
A lone villain—one of Overhaul's old lackeys—had crawled out from the rubble, bloodied and coughing, but still alive. With trembling fingers, he had drawn something small and silver from inside his torn coat. A pistol. But not an ordinary one.
Its chamber shimmered with a faint silver hue—almost glowing.
The shot had been fired directly into the whirlwind.
Where All Might still stood.
"No—!" Aizawa's voice cut through instinctively.
He moved.
Faster than thought, his body leapt into the trajectory, scarf whirling in a blur. The bullet caught his arm, piercing flesh—but he twisted mid-air, redirecting its path with his capture weapon.
The impact still sent him spinning.
He hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of him, clutching his forearm.
Blood seeped through the sleeve. But something was wrong.
Why did he tried to stop a bullet which couldn't possibly harm All Might. It felt like his body moved on his own-
He staggered to his feet, eyes flaring red—but—
Nothing.
He blinked. Once. Twice.
The quirk-nullifying power he relied on—gone.
"...Why did he shoot a bullet?" Aizawa muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Then his eyes widened.
His knees buckled.
Blood spilled from his lips.
"...I… I can feel my quirk," he rasped. "But I can't—use it—"
Silence spread like frostbite through the comms.
"What?!" Kaminari shouted. "Wait, what do you mean—?!"
Kendo clutched her earpiece, shocked. "Did he say… his quirk's gone?!"
Jirou paled. "A quirk-erasing bullet…?"
"A prototype maybe- Since he can feel it" Another said grimly. "But it's working."
The villain laughed from the rubble. "One shot. That's all we needed."
Aizawa gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his brow. "It's… temporary. It has to be…"
But no one could confirm it.
If it had hit All Might.
The consequences would be---
And now—
A gust of wind swept it away like a curtain—and the stage was revealed.
Overhaul was hunched in the center of the crater, flesh still warping, monstrous arms twitching. But before he could react—
A boot collided with his chin.
A golden streak of muscle and speed—All Might.
"CAROLINAA…"
With every ounce of might, he rocketed upward, lifting Overhaul's entire body with the sheer force of his leg.
"SMASH!!"
The impact rang like thunder.
Overhaul was launched.
His grotesque frame shot skyward, tearing through layers of clouds, spinning, screaming. Debris rained behind him.
All Might landed with a crack, panting, smoke rising from his shoulders.
His fists were still clenched.
"I have to finish this fast-" he growled, eyes still locked on the sky.
"Before this form gives out. I've got about forty minutes left before I shrink back…"
He coughed, a bit of blood streaking from his lip.
Behind him, the team stood in stunned silence.
Kaminari's voice broke first: "H-he just kicked him… to the stratosphere?!"
Gran Torino—still mid-fight with Tartarus escapees—glanced back just long enough to smirk.
"That's Toshinori, alright."
Aizawa, still clutching his limp arm, smiled through gritted teeth. "Go… end it."
All Might looked up—Overhaul's figure now a speck falling back down like a meteor—and tensed his legs.
Beep--Beep--
The crackle of a comms signal broke through the heavy silence like a lifeline.
"Kaminari-" Jirou gasped, looking down at her earpiece. "I'm getting something—!"
A woman's voice came through first, rapid and breathless:
"Team Kamino, this is Hawks' unit. Repeat—Hawks has cleared the Sapporo quadrant. Mission successful."
"Holy crap-" Kaminari blinked, disbelief cracking into a grin. "He did it… they actually did it!"
As if on cue, another signal buzzed in—louder. Rougher.
"Ingenium here. Downtown Osaka sector's under control. Target neutralized."
"Endeavor too?!" Kendo exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's two wins—two huge wins!"
Jirou's heart skipped.
"That means the tide's turning-" She said, her voice trembling not with fear but excitement.
Even Aizawa, clutching his wounded arm, let out a breath. A rare, faint smile flickered across his tired face.
And there, in the epicentre of it all, stood All Might, dust swirling at his boots, cape fluttering like it remembered the wind of old glory.
He didn't move at first. He just listened.
Then slowly, he clenched his fist.
His battered knuckles cracked, blood flaking from the corners of his mouth.
Inside, he thought:
"Midoriya Shounen… Bakugou Shounen…Todoroki ShounenHawks… Endeavor…EveryoneYou all gave your best. Fought with everything."
His teeth gritted. A tremor ran through his arm, not from weakness, but resolve.
Then, in a voice filled with steel, he spoke—not just to his team, but to the sky:
"The pros are risking their lives… to secure this very moment.Then I—I shall carry that streak forward."
BOOM.
The air rippled around him. His muscles surged, his golden frame swelling with raw force. His back straightened. His posture corrected. Like the years peeled back.
Power radiated from him—his very presence became gravitational.
A sharp flash of energy burst through his face, sharpening his features, his eyes burning with indomitable will.
The entire battlefield turned to look.
"He's—" Jirou whispered.
Kaminari's voice cracked. "He's going beyond."
Then—
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
A guttural battle-roar ripped through the air as All Might bent low, feet digging deep into shattered ground.
With a thunderous crack that split the battlefield, All Might launched himself upward, muscles coiled with divine force.
For a fleeting moment, he became a golden shooting star, rocketing skyward with such velocity the air screamed around him. Blue lightning crackled in spirals behind him, trailing from his limbs like divine energy drawn straight from the heavens.
From the shattered earth below, a glowing shockwave pulsed outward, as if the very ground celebrated his ascent. It was not just a leap—it was the rise of a symbol- Of Responsibility and of Promise.
He launched-
Towards Overhaul.
The twisted, four-armed beast was still mid-fall from their last exchange, limbs stretching unnaturally as black veins pulsed across his mutated form.
His mask was long broken. His face dripped with dark goo, like infected oil. Sensing danger, he twisted in air with a roar, lashing out.
Four gigantic arms reeled back and hurled forward—*
WHAM!!
But one single punch from All Might tore straight through three of them.
Not blocked.
Not deflected.
Obliterated.
Overhaul's body twisted from the impact, spinning uncontrollably, the sound of ruptured flesh and splintering bone echoing in the sky. His massive form hurled downward, carving through the air like a meteor.
A sonic boom cracked behind All Might as he hovered in air for half a breath—cape fluttering, a titan in golden light.
Overhaul's body smashed into the earth, creating a deep crater with a shockwave that sent nearby cars flying.
Kendo's jaw dropped. "That punch… it destroyed him."
Even Kaminari couldn't cheer—his mouth hung open in stunned awe.
Overhaul, twitching, coughed up black fluid as he tried to push himself upright. His arms had already regenerated—flesh bubbling unnaturally fast.
But…
His eyes widened.
'Even with… even after injecting every last drop… every mutation… this body… this strength… it's not enough…'
He could feel it. The absolute gap.
Like a child facing a storm.
"I can't… match him."
Far above, All Might hovered, breath misting in the cold air, his silhouette glowing from within.
Each punch All Might threw rippled like thunder across the battlefield.
With every swing of his fist, a shockwave erupted outward, tearing through the air like a cannon blast. Cracks split through the pavement beneath, windows shattered in buildings blocks away, and debris danced in the wake of the pressure.
The wind howled, not from the sky, but from the raw kinetic energy unleashed with every strike. Villains staggered, support heroes shielded their eyes, and the very atmosphere vibrated, trembling under the weight of his power. It was as if nature itself recoiled from the might of a man who refused to fall.
Overhaul floated in mid-air—barely conscious, four massive, throbbing arms twitching limply. His body, once mutated into a grotesque, muscular chimera, now trembled under the sheer pressure of the punches that had ravaged him.
He couldn't even count how many times he'd been hit.
One punch turned into two. Two became ten. Ten became a hundred.
And he never once touched the ground.
Each time his mass threatened to fall, All Might was there—meeting him with another deafening blow that rattled the sky. It was a storm of fists, a golden tempest that refused to end.
"M-my Power-"- Overhaul tried to speak was cut by All Might,
"You call this power?" All Might growled mid-air, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, his face tight with determination.
"You think this… this chaos… is strength? Strength doesn't come from this , It comes with hope, IT COME WITH THE RESPONSIBILITES YOU TAKE UPON! And WITH THIS STRENGTH"
A final, deafening roar surged from his lungs:"PLUS… ULTRA!!!"
Like a god crashing from the heavens, he hammered his fist into Overhaul's chest, sending him careening to the earth like a comet.
From the ground, it looked like a golden shooting star, streaking with arcs of blue lightning, had torn itself free from gravity.
All Might's form shimmered with raw power, his costume burning at the edges as he ascended.
The winds parted. The clouds spiralled. And when he descended again—his arm reeled back with divine wrath—the very atmosphere bent to make way.
When the punch landed, the sky cracked.
The ground split open. Buildings fractured. A blinding shockwave tore through the battlefield, uprooting cars and flinging both villains and heroes alike aside like ragdolls.
Even the unconscious were stirred by the quake, their bodies tossed to the side-lines as a ring of destruction erupted outward, a crater forming where Overhaul collided with the earth.
Team Alpha—already bruised and breathless—barely had time to brace themselves.
A sudden BOOM erupted from the epicentre of All Might's final blow, and the raw kinetic force tossed them like leaves in a hurricane.
Kendo let out a startled gasp, throwing her enlarged fists down into the pavement to anchor herself—only to be yanked free and hurled backwards. "W-What the hell kind of punch was that?!"
Jirou screamed as she flew through the air, her heartbeat spiking in her earjacks.
"Did he just… crater the damn ground?!"
Tokoyami, cloak flaring wildly, instinctively summoned Dark Shadow, who roared in confusion as they were thrown spinning through the smoke. "This isn't just strength… it's cataclysmic…"
Kamakiri hugged Mineta, the ever-brash grape-wielder, hit the ground and rolled with a wince, coughing from the dust. "AHH HW-ELP U-SS!"
Crimson Riot, still supporting Gran Torino moments earlier, was flung back and landed hard on his back. He looked skyward, dazed, watching golden lightning trail through the clouds.
"That wasn't a strength of a hero…" he whispered, mouth agape.
"That was the strength of a Symbol."
And as they slowly recovered—coughing, blinking through tears and dust—they looked toward the shattered epicentre.
There, standing over a crater that glowed like molten metal in the dusk light... was All Might.
Still breathing. Still fighting.
Still the Symbol.
For a moment—everything was silent. As if the world had to pause… to understand what had just happened.
Chisaki Kai—Overhaul—lay in the smouldering wreckage, his monstrous form reduced to twitching, steaming fragments. Thick, blackened veins pulsed erratically. Pieces of flesh had been torn clean from his limbs, revealing bone and twitching muscle unable to regenerate. His mask was completely shattered, and from his exposed mouth came a sputtering cough of blood and defeat.
He gasped.
"It… c-can't be… I… lost…?"
His red-rimmed eyes stared skyward, glazed with shock. He had thrown everything into that form. Injected quirks. Mutated cells. A body designed to kill gods. And it hadn't even made All Might flinch.
"Stand Down, Chisaki."
The sound of heavy boots crunching rubble echoed as All Might stepped forward, blood dripping from his lip, chest heaving.
He stood over the ruined villain, battered but unbowed, fists clenched tightly.
"Stand down, Chisaki." His voice carried not wrath—but exhaustion. Experience. Judgment.
"This is over."
Overhaul coughed out a laugh—wet and broken, but laced with hatred.
"You… you think… this is the end?" he rasped, teeth bloodied.
"Even if I can't take you down-"
His eyes flared with manic intensity.
"I'll take the one you love… with me!"
Suddenly, his body began to glow with an ominous black light. Veins of corruption cracked through his skin like lightning in reverse. His torso split slightly, not from injury—but as if something was crawling out.
A deep hum began to resonate.
Not just power… but detonation.
Aizawa, from afar, eyes wide despite his wound, shouted,
"Something's wrong—he's not regenerating, he's… collapsing."
"EVERYONE BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
And as the black light intensified, All Might's expression hardened.
But before the explosion could complete, a hoarse, thunderous voice roared back:
"I WON'T LET YOU DO THAT!!"
With blood dripping from his mouth and every muscle in his battered body screaming in pain, All Might surged forward one final time. He clenched Overhaul's leg with every ounce of remaining power and, letting out a deafening battle cry, hurled the villain high into the sky.
"RRRRRAAAAGHHHHHH!!"
A split second later—
BOOOOOOOOM!
The moment Overhaul detonated in the sky, reality seemed to split apart.
A blinding black-purple light swallowed the heavens, flaring like a supernova. Heroes and civilians alike instinctively shielded their eyes—even with their lids closed, the burning glow seared through.
A split second later, the world was struck by a roaring, concussive boom—a shockwave so massive it flattened debris, sent smaller buildings crumbling, and threw every living being into the air. It was as if a black star had burst, its gravitational rage ripping the breath from lungs.
Eardrums rang, blood vessels pulsed violently, and for a few seconds, everyone felt weightless—caught between the roaring wind and the earth that trembled beneath their feet.
Dust clouds rose like tidal waves, and the sky turned white, then red, then black again, as if the world itself couldn't decide what colour fear should be.
Several students were flung backward—Jirou tumbled mid-air, screaming until Kaminari caught her. Kendo hit the ground rolling, arms shielding her head. Even Tokoyami, wings extended, struggled to stabilize himself in the gusts.
Crimson Riot shielded a cluster of civilians, teeth grit against the violent pressure.
No one could hear, no one could speak.
It was just… light, wind, and devastation.
Then, as if someone had hit mute on the universe, the shockwave passed, and silence fell—heavy, numbing.
And from that silence rose the symbol.
All Might—kneeling, injured, but victorious—stood up-
He raised his left arm.
Slowly, shaking, but unmistakably, he held it high into the sky—fingers clenched in victory.
There was silence for one heartbeat… then the dam broke.
"HE DID IT!!!" a civilian woman screamed from behind a barricade, tears pouring down her face.
Pro Heroes dropped to their knees or pumped their fists skyward.
"Symbol of Peace… still lives on."
Tokoyami stood frozen. "I… I've never seen anything like that."
Jirou cried openly, gripping Kaminari's arm.
Even the youngest students shouted from the shelters, cheering and crying together.
Civilians flooded the edges of the battlefield, some trying to get closer, some just dropping to their knees in awe.
"ALL MIGHT!! ALL MIGHT!!" they began to chant. Over and over, louder and louder, a wave of gratitude echoing across the city.
From the broken skyline to the crumbled streets below, every voice rose in unison:
"ALL MIGHT! ALL MIGHT!! ALL MIGHT!!!"
The dust had barely settled when the first voices rose—not in panic, but in awe and gratitude.
From alleyways and half-collapsed storefronts, civilians stumbled out—ash-covered, teary-eyed, and trembling.
One woman, cradling her child, ran to Fat Gum, bowing deeply."T-Thank you! You held the line—you kept them from getting through!"
An elderly man gripped Crimson Riot's shoulder, his voice cracking,"You saved my granddaughter. Arigatou-."Crimson Riot looked stunned for a moment—then just gave a firm nod, quietly moved.
A group of teens surrounded Jirou ,Mineta and Kaminari, both still panting.
"You guys are students?! No way… You were amazing!"
Kaminari looked at Mineta surrounded by girls chuckled through the pain, giving them a half-hearted thumbs up."Guess that means the training paid off…"
Kendo helped lift a beam off a trapped father—who, upon being freed, simply wept and clutched her wrist.
"You're heroes… real heroes…"
The plaza filled with voices—thanking, praising, sobbing.
No one saw capes or ranks anymore.
They just saw people—who chose to stand between them and destruction.
And for the first time in what felt like forever…
They believed again.
All Might trembled, knees buckling as the surge of adrenaline faded. His breath came in ragged, hollow bursts. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The golden glow around him had dimmed, his frame flickering with the remnants of his strength. He wavered—
But two hands caught him.
Gran Torino landed beside him in a blur, grabbing his shoulder."You stubborn idiot-" he grunted, voice rough with pride.
"You stayed on your feet 'til the damn end…"
Aizawa stepped in on the other side, one arm still wrapped and bleeding, his scarf dragging behind him."Easy, Toshinori-" he muttered, wrapping the cloth around All Might's waist like a brace.
"You're not falling today. Not after that."
All Might's eyes—heavy, but alive—moved between the two of them. The battlefield blurred around him, and through the ringing in his ears, he could barely hear the roaring cheers of civilians or the crackling comms in his earpiece. The world felt far away… except for one image in his mind.
Mina Ashido—her beaming smile, her spark, her hope.
He smiled weakly, voice barely a whisper over the wind.
"…M-Mina… we won."
And though his body faltered…
The Symbol of Peace still stood.
Held up by the ones who never stopped believing in him.