The heroes were in chaos.
Just before being taken away, Mewtwo had transmitted everything he had recorded.
From the moment he and Scooby began pursuing the priest...
To discovering the hidden passage beneath the church...
To the confrontation with the religious fanatic...
The ambush.
The missile strikes.
The Nomu.
All For One.
And finally...
His own capture.
Every second had been recorded.
The footage reached Hero Bureau headquarters almost immediately.
The command center fell silent.
Every hero present watched the recording without saying a word.
When the video ended...
No one spoke for several long seconds.
Even the veteran heroes looked shaken.
They knew exactly who the masked man was.
All For One.
The greatest villain Japan had ever known.
What shocked them even more wasn't simply that he had appeared.
It was the sheer audacity of the attack.
"He fired..."
"...Two military-grade missiles at a sixteen-year-old kid..."
The words escaped one of the analysts almost unconsciously.
The room remained silent.
The footage continued replaying in everyone's minds.
Multiple enhanced Nomu.
Biological weapons.
A coordinated ambush.
Missiles.
All directed at a single target.
And even after all of that...
They still hadn't managed to bring the boy down until the very end.
All Might clenched his fists.
A deep sense of shame settled in his chest.
While he remained hidden, recovering from old wounds...
A first-year student had been carrying the burden of confronting the greatest criminal in the country.
Worse still...
Even during the battle, the boy had continued acting like a hero.
The final transmission contained more than video.
Mewtwo had also sent his live location.
The signal had remained active until the very moment he disappeared through the black portal.
The coordinates pointed toward a cluster of abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of another city.
Far away.
Even for Pro Heroes, reaching that location would take precious time.
Inside police headquarters, the atmosphere was suffocating.
All Might, already reverted to his weakened form, paced back and forth across the operations room.
Every few steps he stopped, only to begin walking again.
"Calm down, Toshinori."
Gran Torino's voice finally broke the silence.
"How am I supposed to calm down?"
All Might stopped abruptly.
"My responsibility was to protect the next generation."
"And instead..."
"The boy was taken right in front of us."
His voice carried frustration.
Anger.
Guilt.
However...
The answer didn't come from Gran Torino.
It came from Kaina.
She calmly continued eating, as though the situation, while serious, wasn't hopeless.
"Because that was his intention."
The room turned toward her.
"He allowed himself to be captured."
She placed her chopsticks down before continuing.
"Believe me."
"If Raiden had wanted to escape..."
"...not even you could have caught him."
All Might frowned.
Kaina met his eyes without hesitation.
"That kid..."
"I believe he can reach around Mach One when he flies at full speed."
Silence.
Every hero analyzing the operation froze.
Had they heard correctly?
Mach One.
The speed of sound.
That wasn't merely fast.
It was absurd.
If Kaina was right...
Then Mewtwo could have escaped the battlefield long before the portal swallowed him.
No...
He had chosen not to.
Understanding slowly spread across the room.
"He used the situation."
Kaina folded her arms.
"He let All For One believe he'd won."
"And in return..."
"He guided us directly to the most dangerous villain in Japan."
Her gaze swept across everyone present.
"So let's not waste the opportunity he created."
No one argued.
There was no reason to.
At that very moment...
Code Black had already been activated.
Every available top-ranked hero in Japan had received the emergency summons.
The Hero Bureau, the police, and every intelligence division were coordinating simultaneously.
The largest operation in years was already taking shape.
Now...
It was only a matter of finishing the preparations before launching the raid.
On the other side...
Deep within All For One's hidden base, Mewtwo remained restrained.
Heavy metallic bindings secured both wrists and ankles. Additional restraints wrapped tightly around his waist and tail, anchoring him to a reinforced operating table. Every lock looked industrial, as though they had been designed to hold down something far stronger than an ordinary human.
From the moment he had arrived, he had been brought into what appeared to be a laboratory.
Or at least...
A place pretending to be one.
The room was immaculate, filled with sophisticated equipment, operating lights, refrigerated cabinets, and countless surgical instruments. Yet despite its professional appearance, Mewtwo couldn't shake the feeling that the elderly man waiting there wasn't a real doctor.
At least...
Not one with a medical license.
The instant he had been brought in, the old man had wasted no time.
Without asking a single question, he had injected a transparent liquid directly into Mewtwo's arm.
A paralytic...
Or perhaps some kind of suppressor designed to interfere with Quirks.
Whatever it had been, it made little difference.
Long before allowing himself to be captured, Mewtwo had prepared for exactly this possibility.
Weeks earlier, after realizing villains had managed to steal his blood, he had begun experimenting with one particular move until he finally understood one of its lesser-known properties.
Safeguard.
Beyond protecting against direct attacks, it also rendered him immune to abnormal status conditions.
Poisons.
Paralytics.
Sleep-inducing drugs.
Anything meant to alter his body's condition.
Whatever they had injected into him...
It had accomplished absolutely nothing.
So he simply remained still.
Waiting.
Pretending.
Eventually, the laboratory door slid open once more.
All For One entered first.
The old doctor followed close behind.
The two men stopped beside the operating table.
"When will he wake up?" All For One asked calmly.
The doctor adjusted his glasses before looking over several monitors.
"That depends."
"I only administered a paralytic."
"He won't be able to move anything except his eyes once he regains consciousness."
The doctor glanced at Mewtwo's restrained body before continuing.
"As for when he'll wake up..."
He shrugged.
"That depends entirely on the boy."
"After all, Gigantomachia hit him rather hard."
Hearing that name, Mewtwo immediately understood.
So that's the giant's name.
Gigantomachia.
Useful information.
He silently committed it to memory.
That was enough waiting.
Mewtwo suddenly opened his eyes.
In one smooth motion.
His crimson gaze locked directly onto the doctor.
Neither villain had expected it.
Then...
His voice echoed directly inside their minds.
"You'll need more than a couple of punches to keep me unconscious for long."
Both men froze.
The doctor was the first to recover.
His expression immediately transformed into one of fascination.
"Telepathy..."
He stepped closer, almost like a child observing a rare specimen.
"Wonderful."
"So your Quirk truly has made your brain extraordinary."
His eyes sparkled with scientific curiosity.
He wasn't looking at a person.
He was looking at a research subject.
Mewtwo met his gaze without the slightest hint of fear.
"Whether my brain is remarkable or not..."
He slowly shifted his eyes toward the masked man standing beside the table.
"...what exactly do the two of you want?"
"I doubt you brought me all the way here just to have a conversation."
For the first time since entering the room, All For One laughed.
A deep, amused chuckle echoed through the laboratory.
"Hahaha..."
"Interesting."
His smile widened beneath the respirator.
"Very interesting indeed."
"Yes, we didn't bring you here just to talk."
All For One slowly walked around the operating table, his hands behind his back, as though he were admiring a priceless exhibit.
"You saw our little soldiers, didn't you?"
His voice carried unmistakable pride.
"The Nomu."
"We believe you are the perfect material for creating even greater ones."
He stopped beside Mewtwo's head.
"So..."
"You'll be staying here for a very long time."
Mewtwo simply stared back at him.
"I see."
"So you intend to experiment on me."
His mental voice remained perfectly calm.
"Well..."
"Get in line."
"You aren't the first one to try."
"The last person who experimented on me is currently sitting in prison."
He shifted only his eyes toward All For One.
"And you'll eventually join him."
All For One chuckled.
"You are quite defiant."
"But don't worry."
"Everyone is at the beginning."
Mewtwo remained silent for a brief moment before speaking again.
"Let me ask you something."
"What happens after that?"
His crimson eyes never left the villain.
"You build more Nomu..."
"You gather more followers..."
"And then what?"
"Take over Japan?"
"The world?"
"If that's your goal, why not simply run for Prime Minister or something?"
He tilted his head ever so slightly.
"You don't exactly look like a common thug."
All For One laughed.
A genuine laugh this time.
"Hahahaha..."
"I have no intention of following the current system."
He spread his arms.
"The world isn't what it used to be."
"People like us..."
He pointed toward Mewtwo.
"...exist."
"You yourself possess an extraordinary Quirk."
"So extraordinary..."
"...that I'd gladly make it my own."
His tone became colder.
"The current order is obsolete."
"It cannot govern beings like us."
"I intend to reshape society."
"To create a new world."
His voice echoed proudly through the laboratory.
"And naturally..."
"I will stand at its summit."
"The supreme ruler of that new order."
Silence.
Then Mewtwo answered with only a few words.
"I see."
"So, in summary..."
"...you have a god complex."
A brief pause.
"What an idiot."
The sentence was simple.
Almost casual.
Yet it struck All For One far harder than any attack had.
There was no fear.
No hatred.
No outrage.
Only complete dismissal.
As if the greatest villain in Japan...
Was nothing more than a delusional old man rambling about idiot dreams.
For someone as narcissistic as All For One...
Those words dug deep.
Before the villain could react—
Mewtwo moved.
His restraints might as well not have existed.
His fingers flexed effortlessly despite the reinforced metal cuffs.
Telekinesis erupted.
All For One's body was instantly lifted into the air as though he weighed nothing.
The sudden attack caught him completely off guard.
Mewtwo knew he only had a brief opening.
Someone like All For One wouldn't remain restrained for long.
So he acted immediately.
Psychoshock.
The psychic blast detonated point-blank against the respirator covering All For One's face.
The explosion hurled him across the laboratory.
His mask shattered.
Fragments scattered across the floor.
For the first time...
Part of his true face became visible.
The doctor froze.
His eyes widened behind his glasses.
"T-That's..."
"How...?"
"You received enough drugs to—"
"You should've been completely—"
He never finished.
"Shut up."
Mewtwo's eyes flashed.
A single Confusion struck the doctor's mind.
The old man collapsed instantly, unconscious before he even hit the floor.
At that exact moment...
Emergency alarms blared throughout the laboratory.
Massive glass containment tubes exploded one after another.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
Thick green fluid spilled across the floor as enormous figures stepped out from inside the shattered capsules.
Nomu.
One after another.
Each immediately turned toward Mewtwo, ready to defend their master.
Yet...
Mewtwo neither rushed nor panicked.
Instead, he calmly closed his eyes.
A Barrier enveloped his body.
Unlike his usual psychic shield, this one wasn't transparent.
It became a sphere of brilliant white light that concealed everything inside.
The sphere endured for barely a second.
Before...
It shattered.
Light burst outward across the laboratory.
Standing where Mewtwo had been was no longer the same figure.
He was smaller.
Mega Mewtwo Y slowly opened his crimson eyes.
Without saying a single word...
He looked around the laboratory, ready to eliminate every threat...
And imprison All For One once and for all.