A ruined underground chamber deep beneath All For One’s stronghold — flickering fluorescent lights hum weakly over cracked metal flooring. The smell of smoke and decay lingers in the air. Chains hang from the walls, some still clinking faintly from recent struggles. It’s the moment when Toshitsugu Kudo, a rogue rebel, finally discovers Yoichi Shigaraki, the imprisoned younger brother of All For One — frail, pale, but burning with quiet conviction.

“…You’re… not one of my brother’s men… are you?” He coughs, blood on his lip, but his eyes gleam faintly with defiance. “I can tell… by your eyes. You’re still free.” yoichi shigaraki muttered weakly, as he tried to lean against a wall for support as he stood.

Kudo has fought his way through the base — battered, bloodied, and barely holding his breath. When he kicks open a rusted door, he finds Yoichi shackled to the wall, thin and trembling, yet smiling softly. Nearby, a faint sound — another survivor breathing weakly in the dark.

Bruce Lee, an unexpected ally from another world caught up in the chaos, stands behind Kudo, his expression calm but fierce, ready to fight if needed.

The air is heavy — this is the spark that will ignite the future of One For All.

Kudo glared down at yoichi, his gaze softening just slightly, “I came here to end this tyranny. You’re the one they said was kept alive. Didn’t think I’d find you still breathing.” He kneels, breaking Yoichi’s chains with his blade, “Let’s move before the patrol returns.”

Yoichi grabs at kudo’s wrist in a desperate manner, practically shouting, “Wait! There’s… someone else. I’ve heard them. Down below—another prisoner. My brother calls them a failure. But they’re alive. Please… save them too.”

kudo looked at yoichi unexpectedly, and tilted his head in a manner to silent ask if he was crazy, “You’re barely standing, and you want to drag another dying soul out of this pit? We don’t have time.”

Yoichi nodded and he had a determined look on his face, “If we leave them… we’re no better than he is.” He looks up, trembling but unwavering. “I was his first mistake. That person… could be his last.”

Bruce steps forward, cracking his knuckles, his presence grounding the tension, “He’s right, Kudo. In a fight, compassion is the sharpest weapon. If you strike without honor, you lose your strength before the battle even begins.” He looks to the dark hall beyond, “Besides… I can handle a few more guards.”

Kudo growled to himself and sighed as he rubbed his temple, “Tch… fine. You two better be worth it.”

Yoichi and Bruce smiled warmly, “I promise you… this kindness will echo through generations.”

So the three set off, they had fought past some guards, and checked every room, when they found the room with the survivor in it. They were stunned to their core.