The wind had died.
All that remained was the sound of crackling fires, distant rubble crumbling, and the laboured breathing of the broken.
Aizawa clutched his leg, pain biting down hard, his fingers slick with blood.
He had nearly lost his life to those infernal whips—demonic tendrils of steel and malice sprouting from All For One like a grotesque crown. The villain loomed in the distance, arms folding and unfolding, multiple eyes watching with amused curiosity.
All Might, barely crawling, had inched his way to Gran Torino's limp body.
His hands trembled—not from fear, but from helplessness. His eyes were sunken, his body shrivelled, torn to the core. Beside him, Torino's blood pooled thickly, soaking the cracked concrete.
"P-lease wake U-UP!"
But then the sound of heavy footsteps approached.
Enrai—no, the man they once knew as Enrai—stood tall, casting a long shadow across the battlefield. His appearance now was a far cry from what it once had been.
No longer the serene warrior cloaked in divine mystery—now, he was something primal. His smooth, pristine skin was tanned by flame and battle. His once-flowing red hair now crackled with motion, wild like a mane. And his frame…
…was Monstrous. Taller than Prime All Might. Broader than Endeavor.
His chest heaved with a quiet fury, and in one hand he carried that massive greatsword—a brutal thing that spun like a disc moments ago and tore through All For One's attacks.
Aizawa and All Might both stared at him, stunned.
"...That hair… That sword…" Aizawa murmured, breathless.
"We've… seen that blade before, haven't we?"
All Might narrowed his eyes. Something gnawed at the edge of his memory, something he couldn't place—until…
From across the field, All For One's voice slithered into the silence.
"Well, well, well…" he drawled, arms still twitching.
"Now that's a surprise. To think the General himself would walk into my little playground." He chuckled with wicked delight.
"Still hiding behind your new name, Enrai?"
The air grew colder.
Enrai said nothing.
His eyes, burning like dying stars, locked briefly on AFO—but he walked past him. Past the carnage. Past the questions.
He knelt quietly beside Gran Torino.
All Might weakly reached out. "W-What are you going to do?" he asked, breath ragged.
Enrai said nothing.
He reached his hand into the air—and the space itself rippled golden, like disturbed water.
A shimmering pocket of space twisted open—a dimensional rift. From it, he retrieved a small golden flask, adorned with ancient crimson sigils pulsing with divine energy.
With utmost care, Enrai cradled Gran Torino's head, lifting it slightly, and tilted the flask to his lips.
The moment the liquid touched Torino's tongue, a soft golden flicker—like the last warmth of sunset—flashed over his body.
SHOOM.
Gran Torino's body jolted as his eyes shot open, colour flooding back into his skin. He gasped, coughing violently.
"WHAT?! I—I- Am I… dead…?"
His eyes darted around frantically. Then he saw All Might, lying bloodied beside him.
"TO… TOSHINORI?! You… You too?!" Tears streamed down the old man's face.
"I'm sorry—I'm so sorry—I couldn't… protect you…"
All Might stared at him, overwhelmed.
"Shikkō… Shikkou Shiro Jiji… You're… alive…"
A shadow suddenly covered them both. They turned to see Enrai rising again.
And for the first time, Gran Torino saw him clearly.
His eyes widened. His memories started piecing it together—the stance… the sword… the height. But before he could speak, Enrai turned to All Might and extended the flask again.
"Drink."
All Might, still trembling, stared at it.
He took it anyway—and with trembling hands, brought the crimson-glowing flask to his lips.
The instant the liquid entered his mouth, it didn't go down his throat. It dispersed through his body like molten gold racing through veins. His hand spasmed and dropped the flask—which dissolved into golden light, vanishing into Enrai's dimensional inventory once more.
All Might's body jerked violently. He gagged, fell forward—
—and vomited blood.
Gran Torino panicked.
"TO—TOSHINORI?! WHAT DID YOU MADE HIM DRI—?!"
But All Might raised a hand—an "okay" gesture.
Then, it began.
His skin glowed faintly. His muscles swelled, fibers knitting together. Broken organs reformed.
Shrivelled tissue expanded. Bone cracked, restructured. He roared in pain, but didn't stop.
With a final burst of light, his body restored itself to Prime Form, his muscular figure returning fully—even beyond what it once was.
For a moment, they saw a glimpse of the All Might of old—but not fully powered by One For All. The flask had rekindled his lifeforce… and some slivers of OFA flickered back to life inside him.
He stood tall again.
Gran Torino wept.
A moment passed.
Then—AFO's voice returned.
"Well, isn't this heart-warming?" he said mockingly, stepping forward.
"Am I interrupting a reunion? It's adorable that you fossils are getting patched up. But you know it won't change a thing."
He turned toward Enrai, smirking.
"But you—General. You've kept your little secret well. Why haven't you told them who you really are?"
Everyone froze.
"…What?" Aizawa muttered.
All Might turned slowly, his gaze sharpening.
"What… did you call him?"
All For One laughed. "Come now. I know you've seen the tapes. The footage. The reports from that Battle months ago. The one who decimated heroes… vanished like a ghost…."
The greatsword gleamed in Enrai's hand.
All Might's mind clicked. His eyes widened. And his voice cracked as he whispered—
"MASAKA…!"
He stepped back.
"You're the one… the warrior from the battlefield months ago..."
His voice trembled with awe—and fear.
"GENERAL RADAHN?!"
The revelation struck the others like a hammer.
A silence fell so deep, even the wind held its breath.
And Enrai… remained still.
And then—he spoke.
His voice was no longer smooth.
It was deep now—coarse, gravel dragging through steel. Like something ancient had been unearthed, something that had slumbered beneath the stars.
"Yes. You are right…"
The air grew heavier as his eyes locked on All For One.
"I am General Radahn… the Starscourge."
A slight rumble pulsed in the earth as he said it, as if even the planet recognized the name.
Aizawa's breath hitched. All Might stood frozen, his heart racing—not from fear, but from the scope of what now stood before them.
All For One's lips curled into a smug grin.
"Well well-" he said, voice gleeful,
"So you finally drop the mask. General Radahn, the infamous beast who tore through the heroes and my pet like it was made of paper. Ironic, isn't it?"
He gestured lazily to the battlefield.
"The so-called hero society… unknowingly housing a war criminal."
A snort.
"How poetic. You always did surround yourself with idealists. Do they know how many bodies were left in your wake? Or that you vanished right after your little rampage like a coward?"
Radahn didn't reply.
Instead, he turned to All Might. The broken Symbol of Peace, now reborn in flesh—but still searching for purpose.
Radahn's eyes, once star-born, now burned with hardened humanity.
"Today-" he said,
"You either stand behind me... or in front of me."
All Might's fists trembled—but not from fear. From memory.
With determined eyes , He walked towards Radahn.
All Might raised his head.
"No matter what you did…" he said, voice steady,
"It wasn't out of malice. And it's in the past. I saw what happened , You were visibly provoked. You're no criminal, Radahn. You're a warrior. A man who protects, even if you don't always show it the way we do."
The memory of seeing this warrior watching over students. Brutal in training, yes. But protective. Always stepping forward when the young faltered. Risking himself to buy time. Saving lives he could've ignored.
He stepped forward.
"I've seen how you act with the students. And in this moment, I know one thing."
A pause.
"You're a good man."
Then he nodded, his voice rising with renewed resolve.
"So, I'll stand beside you, Enrai. No… Radahn."
For a single heartbeat, Radahn's expression softened. He looked down at the man once hailed as the Symbol of Peace… and nodded.
"Good," he said, quietly.
Then, turning to the others—
"You can leave him to me."
All Might took a step forward. "W-wait… I'm healed. I can still fight with you—!"
"And Me too"- Torino
"Don't forget me too. Though I still haven't forgiven you for lying."- Aizawa after patching up his wounds.
'I also wanted to have a sip from that flask!'- Aizawa
Radahn didn't look back. He simply said:
"He's not my match."
The declaration was calm. Cold. Absolute.
All For One twitched, his smile fading ever so slightly. "Tch. Getting Cocky."
"I gave you time to heal your little friends and now you're walking around spouting big words. Let's see if your strength is as large as your mouth."
Aizawa, bandaged and barely upright, could only watch in awe.
Torino was still as stone, eyes locked onto Radahn.
And All Might… he felt something he hadn't in years.
Hope.
Radahn began to walk forward, his massive greatsword slung lazily over one shoulder, its edge gleaming like a star falling to earth.
All For One laughed darkly.
"Oh? So you're approaching me?"
His grin widened, unhinged and hungry.
"Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?"
Radahn didn't stop walking.
All For One's laughter exploded into the air like a firework.
"Hah! Let's see then, General Radahn! Come! Let's see if you're still worthy of your legend!"
From his back, dozens of writhing arms emerged—long, obsidian and crimson, each ending in jagged steel, whips, spikes, claws. They flexed and clicked and pulsed like a living weapon system, each arm fuelled by stolen quirks and hatred.
Radahn stopped ten paces from him.
The wind whipped his crimson mane into the air. His eyes flickered—not with light, but gravity.
And then—
He raised his blade.
The wind stilled.
The ground—trembled.
Radahn's expression was void of emotion now. The glint of restraint, of patience, of calculation—gone. Only a cold, absolute silence remained in his eyes.
All For One snarled. His body rippled, arms stretching and twisting grotesquely.
"You really think that oversized toothpick scares me?!"
From his fingers, palms, spine, thousands of whips—blackened, barbed, metallic threads with crimson pulses—exploded outward. They spread like spider silk, weaving into a lattice meant to entangle, to pierce, to shred.
In seconds, the sky above Radahn darkened—consumed by the swarm of living steel.
Aizawa's eye twitched, barely holding focus. "That's… too many."
Gran Torino grunted, leaning weakly on his elbows. "Can he dodge that?."
All Might narrowed his eyes. "Radahn…"
The strands hit. A violent clash of steel against steel, an ear-piercing screech as the webs descended upon Radahn's position. Dust and debris surged upward from the force.
It looked like a mountain of writhing death had collapsed on him.
But then—
CRACK.
In the blink of an eye, a thunderous shockwave split the air.
A sudden gust blasted the dust apart.
Radahn was gone.
Afo's eyes barely had time to widen.
"Na—NANI—?!"
Before he could react, a towering presence loomed behind him.
Radahn stood there.
Silent.
Unmoving.
His blade dragged across the ground, leaving a deep glowing scar.
And then—
All of AFO's arms fell.
Cleanly severed. Dozens—hundreds—gone. The whip-like tendrils that once filled the sky fell around him in pieces, clattering like broken swords on stone.
A pause. Then—
BOOM.
Radahn slammed his greatsword down like the hammer of God.
It collided with AFO's head.
"GRAAAAAH—!!"
The So called Symbol of Fear was flattened into the ground like a nail driven through stone. The earth cracked, split, and caved in beneath the blow. His spine snapped audibly. His helmet crumpled like tin under the force, saving his skull by inches—but blood sprayed from his mouth, his body mangled.
A shockwave pulsed outward from the strike, rippling across the battlefield like an explosion in silence.
And for a moment—
Nothing moved.
Even the air held its breath.
All Might, eyes wide. His voice caught in his throat.
"That… that speed… Its just like that battle in UA with that Nomu…"
Aizawa, mouth slightly open. His bandages fluttered.
"Yes. No movement… No warning… Just gone."
Gran Torino stared. Tears welled in his old eyes—not from pain, but from sheer disbelief.
"HowLee Sheet."
They all looked to Radahn.
Still silent. Still staring down at the ruined body of the monster who had once haunted the world.
But then—
Crack.
From the rubble, a single glowing needle embedded in AFO's neck shattered—its liquid absorbed into his skin like blood into thirsty earth.
The body twitched.
And then, impossibly fast—
AFO shot up, bursting from the crater like a bullet. Bones realigning, flesh warping. Seven grotesque eyes bulged from his skull, blinking at once, oozing black tears. A thick, veined shell of obsidian armor began to coat his upper body.
"Y-YOU BASTARD!!!"
His voice was no longer human—it was distorted, a chorus of screams bleeding together.
"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR INTESTINES APART AND STRANGLE YOU WITH THEM!!"
His hands reformed—claws, blades, tendrils. Dozens of new appendages flailed behind him, eyes glowing with chaotic energy.
A deep, hate-filled roar that split the air as All For One's body began to mutate grotesquely.
His already monstrous form boiled and warped, tendrils and muscle writhing like living serpents. One by one, All of his quirks—were merged , he shoved them into his arms.
Two colossal limbs—bloated, pulsing, overflowing with quirks—now towered over the battlefield. Each arm was the size of a building, blackened with searing energy and glowing veins of crimson lightning.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN ERASE ME?! I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FEAR!!"
All For One exploded forward. The earth shattered with every step. He moved with a speed that defied physics—a living calamity, aimed straight at Radahn like a guided nuke.
But Radahn didn't move.Didn't flinch.Didn't even blink.
All For One lunged, one massive, overcharged arm grabbing Radahn's sword arm, trying to freeze it in place, the other winding back—all of his hatred, power, and stolen quirks shoved into one final punch.
The air warped. The punch came down like a hammer from heaven, aimed straight for Radahn's head.
And it landed.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
An impact like planetary collision. The battlefield erupted.
A cyclonic storm of wind, dust and debris tore outward from the clash. Entire landscape was ripped from the ground. The light was blinding. A crater the size of a city block formed in an instant.
All Might's eyes widened in horror. Without hesitation, he unfurled his Grand Crane Arm, shielding Aizawa and Gran Torino beneath its wings.
"HOLD ON!!!"
The force was overwhelming. The sky itself cracked, auroras splitting across the heavens.
And then—silence.
A deep, horrifying silence.
Dust hung thick, blinding. The wind howled. Flames flickered from the ground.
All For One panted, arms trembling. His breath was ragged. Sweat ran cold down his face. His mind screamed.
"I... I landed it... I landed it. That was everything—EVERYTHING!!"
As the smoke began to clear, he stared ahead—and what he saw froze the blood in his veins.
Radahn hadn't moved.Not an inch.Not a single scratch.
Still standing. Sword still raised. Eyes now glowing a brighter red.
"...No," All For One whispered."No, no, NO—!"
From behind the dust, All Might's voice cracked.
"...He took it...And he didn't even move...?"
Gran Torino's jaw dropped open.Aizawa's Erasure faltered, his eye trembling.
"That punch... had hundreds of quirks behind it. And he..."
Then Radahn's head turned—slowly, deliberately—toward All For One.
His voice was calm, ancient, absolute:
"...I warned you."
Radahn's arm flexed—and the giant hand holding his sword arm was ripped clean off. Not by muscle. Not by steel. But by a sudden burst of purple gravitational force that exploded from Radahn's body like a collapsing star.
The monstrous limb was torn apart mid-air, each molecule shredded, disintegrated, devoured by the gravitational storm that was Radahn.
All For One screamed, stumbling back, only for the other arm—the one that had landed the punch—to suddenly jerk backward.
Radahn's gaze locked onto it.
"You call that power?"
And then—reality bent.
A purple singularity formed behind the punching arm, tearing the air itself. Time and gravity twisted. The limb contorted, folding inward on itself—shredding like paper, twisting like ribbon, and finally—
ERASED.
Gone.
All For One screamed louder. His body lifted off the ground—but not by choice.
Radahn raised a hand.
The air trembled.
The clouds parted.
And then—he threw.
A gravitational field the size of a mountain launched All For One skyward. He didn't fly. He didn't leap. He was hurled—no, catapulted—into the upper atmosphere, toward the burning eastern star.
The speed surpassed light. Warping between Space. All For One's body stretched, warped, distorted into a glowing streak. His skin tore, reformed, tore again—his serum-fuelled regeneration barely holding him together.
"YAMEROOOOO!! YAMEROOOOOOOO!!!"
He disappeared—a meteor-shaped blur streaking east, vanishing into the void.
And still, Radahn hadn't moved a step.
Silence reclaimed the battlefield.
Aizawa fell to his knees, stunned.Gran Torino sat back, mouth still open.All Might finally spoke, voice a whisper.
"Where... did you send him?"
Radahn finally lowered his sword, resting it on the land. His voice echoed like a fading nova:
"To The Sun."