Suddenly, Lady Nagant coughed, clearing her throat before pulling a small device from her pocket. She held it up for the others to see.
"This is the tracker. Now, here's the deal—if that bastard was telling the truth, we're about to go head-to-head with the big boss. If he was lying, we're walking straight into a trap. Either way, we don't have much of a choice."
Kaina didn't hesitate. She pressed a button, activating the device. A holographic screen flickered to life, displaying a detailed map of the city. A small green dot marked their current position.
Then, another dot appeared—red.
The map zoomed out, revealing a broader view of the city. The red marker was on the outskirts, near one of the largest industrial zones.
Kaina's eyes narrowed. "The bastard's there."
Without missing a beat, she pulled out her phone and dialed. "Sending target information now. Code Red. Operation starts immediately. Deploy all available top-ranked heroes. Sharing coordinates."
She hung up and turned to the group, her expression fierce.
"This is going to be a brutal fight. Stay sharp. This is an emergency operation—we're going Plus Ultra on this one. We have full clearance to use extreme force. The targets are classified as high-level threats, and we take any chance we get to neutralize them. If we pull this off, we'll have taken down two of Japan's three biggest dangers. Failure is not an option."
Her words hung heavy in the air. The weight of the mission settled on everyone's shoulders.
This was it—the final step.
Across Japan, heroes turned their attention to the urgent summons.
Some were transported by jets, others in high-speed vehicles—each method chosen based on their distance from the target. The goal was for everyone to arrive simultaneously, ensuring a coordinated assault, All with just one call.
Fifteen minutes later, the armored vehicle carrying Raiden and his team screeched to a halt at the location marked by the tracker. Without hesitation, they stepped out, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the area.
The building before them was old—an abandoned warehouse, its structure worn by time and neglect. The air was thick with dust, and the silence felt unnatural. They had no time to waste. If the villains caught wind of their approach, they could vanish in an instant, so they hadn't time for another strategic meeting, for that existed code red.
The team moved in.
As they crossed the threshold, dark silhouettes descended from above—figures falling from the sky at breakneck speed. The reinforcements had arrived.
One by one, Japan's strongest heroes landed with precision.
Endeavor.
Ryukyu.
Best Jeanist.
Yoroi Musha.
Gang Orca.
Each was accompanied by their trusted sidekicks.
Kaina glanced down at her tracking device, then wordlessly pointed to the ground. She turned to Raiden, locking eyes with him. Without speaking, he felt the connection—her silent request was clear.
Link them all.
He nodded, activating his mental link, ensuring that every hero could communicate without speaking aloud.
Once the connection was established, Kaina finally broke the silence.
"The entrance is beneath us. We don't have time to waste. Endeavor—open us a path."
Her tone left no room for argument.
With a roar, flames erupted around Endeavor as he raised a burning fist. Without hesitation, he drove his power into the spot Kaina had marked. The floor crumbled in an instant, revealing a dark, gaping hole beneath them.
Without waiting for orders, Endeavor jumped in.
As soon as he descended, darkness swallowed him whole.
The only light came from the faint glow of molten metal dripping from the edges of the ruined elevator shaft above. He had dropped nearly twenty meters before his boots met solid ground, the impact sending a dull echo through the confined space.
Before him stretched two long, identical hallways, both leading to a single door at the far end. He exhaled sharply, his breath hot against the cold air. He glanced up at the jagged, molten edges of the shaft.
He could've just broken through the entrance—it hadn't been necessary to melt everything in his way. But what was done was done. There was no point in second-guessing now.
Steeling himself, he strode toward one of the doors and pushed it open.
Then a memory hit him like a fist. Months ago, Endeavor had stood in a similar position, waiting for his moment to strike. He had fought alongside All Might against AFO—only to be defeated first, and watch All might claim the victory, he had been too weak.
One of the three symbols had fallen that day, and with it, his chance to prove he was the one who should be at the top.
But now, another opportunity had finally presented itself.
When the alarm blared through his earpiece twenty minutes ago, the voice of a fellow hero crackled through the static.
"Code red. New coordinates received. One of the remaining three targets has been located, the symbol of progress has been found. Move immediately." That was all he needed to hear.
Now, back to the present. His grip on the door tightened, the metal beneath his fingers hissing as his heat seared through it. No more waiting. No more missed chances. He would be the one to take him down.
Pushing the door open, Endeavor stepped into the next room—then stopped.
Dozens of eyes locked onto him. Scientists in pristine white lab coats stood frozen, their faces a mixture of shock and fear as they regonized him.
Beakers, glass tubes, and complex machines covered every surface. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sharp reflections on the gleaming metal countertops.
For a moment, nobody moved. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of laboratory equipment. Then, one of the scientists fumbled with a beaker, nearly knocking it over. The sharp clink of glass against the counter shattered the silence.
Endeavor reacted.
He just stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his heavy boots clicking against the tiled floor.
The scientists instinctively shrank back, their white lab coats rustling as they exchanged uneasy glances.
But none of them tried to stop him. They weren't soldiers. They weren't fighters. They were scientists working for the enemy, but that didn't make them his problem.
The other heroes could deal with the small fries.
He walked straight past them, with his gaze scanning the room. They were in the middle of some kind of research, but it wasn't drugs.
Microscopes, centrifuges, and vials of unfamiliar glowing liquids covered the workstations. Some tables held surgical instruments and what looked disturbingly like human body parts. Others displayed grotesque organic masses floating in murky preservation tanks. The air reeked of chemicals and something stale, something that made his stomach tighten.
He had no idea what they were doing here, but he knew one thing: it wasn't anything good.
A muffled noise echoed from the far end of the room. A low, rhythmic thud. He turned sharply and saw another door, this one smaller and more secure, flanked by reinforced walls. No doubt about it—this was the way forward.
He pushed through the door, the heavy metal groaning on its hinges before slamming shut behind him.
Inside, five figures sat in a semi-circle, their chairs facing him directly as if they'd been waiting. Their faces were cast in shadow, the dim light flickering across sharp features and unreadable expressions.
Endeavor exhaled, stepping forward without hesitation.
Five against one.
Perfect.
The first figure was a tall man with striking red eyes and neatly combed blonde hair. He wore a black suit reminiscent of a 1920s gentleman, exuding an air of vintage elegance. His expression was cold and unyielding, his gaze locked onto Endeavor with unsettling intensity.
The second was a woman, equally tall, with vibrant green hair that matched the unnatural green hue of her skin. A wide, unsettling grin dominated her face, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth that stretched across nearly seventy percent of her expression. The sheer size of her smile made it impossible to tell whether it was one of amusement or menace.
The third figure was the strangest—an actual golden retriever, dressed in a tailored suit. There were no human traits to suggest age, gender, or anything beyond the simple fact that it was, unmistakably, just a dog.
To the left stood another woman, but her appearance was more cryptic. A smooth, featureless mask covered her face, and she was completely bald. From her back, two dark wings twitched and flexed as if responding to the tension in the air.
The fifth and final figure was a man, but unlike the others, he seemed utterly unremarkable. He had brown hair, an average face, and deep-set brown eyes. His suit was well-fitted but lacked the imposing presence of the others. There was nothing visually striking about him.
Seeing them, Endeavor's flames roared to life as he took a step forward, heat radiating from his body in waves. Unwavering he asked. "Who's coming first? Or do you all want to take me on at once?"
Without hesitation, the blonde man in the center spoke, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue. "I've always been curious about you. Or rather—your flames."
As he spoke, his body ignited with black fire, but it was no ordinary blaze. The flames twisted and contorted, taking on an almost sentient form.
Elongated arms stretched outward, a wide, jagged grin of red fire forming within the darkness. The entity born from the flames looked monstrous, a living shadow with a burning, sinister smile.
Endeavor scoffed, unimpressed. "So, you're first."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, he vanished from sight, reappearing in an instant before the black-flamed figure. His fist, wreathed in searing fire, struck with devastating force.
The impact sent the blonde man hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall with a deafening crack. Debris and dust filled the air. But before the dust could settle, the dark flames surged outward, reshaping themselves in midair. Long, clawed arms extended from the writhing inferno, and the red smile within it widened as the figure pushed itself off the wall, landing gracefully on its feet.
"That all you got?" the man in black flames taunted, his voice a deep, echoing resonance that seemed to rumble from the depths of the abyss itself.
Without another word, he lunged forward, his flame-wreathed fist meeting Endeavor's own in a clash that sent a violent shockwave tearing through the space around them. The force of their collision shattered the ground, turning it into a molten, bubbling wasteland beneath their feet. The very air around them shimmered with heat, warping the light and making it seem as if the battlefield itself was bending under their power.
With a deep breath, Endeavor clenched his fist, channeling an immense surge of fire into it. The flames roared, growing hotter and more concentrated until they burned a blinding white.
"Flashfire Fist..." he growled.
In an instant, he struck. The impact was so powerful that both he and his opponent became little more than blurs, their movements too fast for the eye to follow. A deafening shockwave rippled through the air, and with explosive force, the enemy was sent hurtling backward, crashing through debris before skidding across the ground in a trail of black flames.
A moment of silence followed. Then, a slow, exaggerated voice broke through.
"That looked like it hurt."
The woman with the unnerving, oversized grin tilted her head, watching the chaos with amusement. She turned to the golden retriever in the suit. "What do you think? Should we jump in?"
"Woof, woof."
The response came from the golden retriever, its tail swishing lazily behind it. Strangely enough, the others seemed to understand perfectly, as if the dog's bark carried actual meaning.
At the sound, the group shifted their attention toward the entrance.
At the same time, another figure strode forward with his eyes fixed on the winged woman. It was Hawks. Unlike the others, he moved without aggression, his steps slow, almost casual.
Tension thickened the air. The woman with the mask tilted her head ever so slightly, her wings shifting as if she were preparing to take flight.
The stand-off had begun.
Without a word, he started moving toward her, his steps steady but deliberate. At his side, Gang Orca appeared and mirrored his movements.
The air between the two groups grew thick with heat and tension, an unspoken challenge stretching between them.
It was about to begin.
End of the Chapter.
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