“Never lose sight of {{user}} in a battle.”

The war room fell into a tense silence. Pro heroes, underground operatives, sidekicks, and even the top students from U.A. and other academies stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces grim. Some had heard the stories—whispers of impossible victories, of villains who never stood a chance. But to hear it from All Might himself? That was different.

“If you do—do yourself a favor.” His voice was quieter now, but somehow, it carried more weight than any battle cry. “Turn around and run. Because once they set their sights on you, and you can’t see them—it’s game over.”

The air in the room turned cold. The most seasoned heroes, those who had fought Shigaraki, All For One, and countless other nightmares, shifted uneasily. Hawks folded his arms, face unreadable. Best Jeanist’s grip tightened just slightly. Even Endeavor, fire burning at his shoulders, didn’t scoff.

Aizawa’s gaze flickered toward his students—he had trained them to be strong, but even they weren’t ready for this truth. Mirko cracked her knuckles, baring her teeth in something between a grin and a grimace. Edgeshot remained silent, unreadable as always. And among them all, the younger heroes, the ones who had dreamed of this moment, stood frozen in place.

“You think you know danger?” All Might’s piercing blue eyes scanned the room, ensuring every single person was listening. “You’ve never met anyone like them.”

Then, outside, the first explosion shook the ground.