Gran Torino's eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze locking onto his student. "You know what to do, right, Toshinori?"
All Might nodded, his jaw tightening slightly. "Yes, Sensei. I'll lead the siege. You take care of the minor villains while I go straight for All for One."
Gran Torino's lips curved into a faint grin. "Good. Don't waste your time on the small fry. Sir Nighteye has stationed his team outside. They'll make sure no one slips out."
All Might's fists clenched reflexively. "I know. I won't let anyone escape."
"Remember," Gran Torino said, stepping closer, lowering his voice. "This operation needs to be clean and quiet. Away from civilians. Away from the cameras. Away from anyone who doesn't need to see this."
All Might inhaled, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing on his shoulders. "I understand, Sensei. No mistakes. No collateral."
Gran Torino patted him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Just... keep your head, Toshinori. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. We do this by the book, precise and fast. Leave the chaos to me."
All Might nodded, his expression firm. "I'll focus. Let's end this tonight."
Gran Torino's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and pride. "That's the Toshinori I know. Now let's move before the minor villains get any funny ideas."
All Might crouched at the edge of the building, peering through a cracked window. The faint hum of machinery and low murmur of voices reached him. His fists tightened. "Time to move."
Gran Torino flicked his wrist, disappearing in a flash. "I'll handle the small fry," he called, his voice barely audible before the sound of metal crashing and grunts echoed through the corridors.
All Might earpiece and then pushed off the ground. He blurred past walls and ceilings, the world a streak of color as he moved. Every room he passed, he checked. Cameras, locks, guards. Nothing could stop him.
He reached the first surveillance hub and punched the monitors with a single blow. Sparks flew, screens shattering into fragments. "Let's keep this clean," he muttered, though the sharp smell of burnt electronics made him grimace.
A group of minor villains rounded the corner, weapons drawn. "Who the hell—!" one yelled.
All Might was already gone, reappearing behind them in a blink. "No need for introductions," he said, slamming his fist into the concrete wall next to them. The shockwave sent the group flying across the room. One landed sprawled across a desk, another tangled in a pile of cables.
Meanwhile, Gran Torino zipped through the hallways, a streak of silver. He slammed into a door, sending it flying, and caught a fleeing villain mid-air, spinning him around before tossing him toward the wall with a controlled thud. "Try running again, and it'll be worse," he muttered with a smirk.
"All Might!" a voice crackled in his earpiece. It was Sir Nighteye outside. "We've secured the perimeter. No civilian nearby, no one escaping. Move in."
"Understood!" All Might's voice was tense but steady. He darted down a hallway, eyes scanning for any sign of All for One. His heart pounded with the weight of urgency.
He barreled through the second floor, narrowly dodging a swinging pipe hurled by a low-level thug. The man cried out, but All Might was gone before he could react. He landed in the next room and tore through a set of reinforced doors, the impact leaving deep cracks in the walls.
"Gran Torino!" All Might called, his voice bouncing through the facility. "Status?"
"Minor villains neutralized," came the rapid-fire reply. "You're clear to move up. Don't get distracted by the mess I made."
"All Might, hurry!" Sir Nighteye's voice cut through again. "We have reports of movement near the inner chamber. You'll have to be careful."
All Might's eyes narrowed. He raced down a corridor, sliding through shadows, smashing cameras and security sensors without breaking stride. Each step, each burst of movement, was calculated but blindingly fast.
A sudden alarm blared, red lights flashing. A group of armed villains appeared at the end of the hallway. All Might's expression hardened. "Guess they don't know who they're messing with."
He rocketed forward, a blur, dodging gunfire and throwing punches that shattered concrete and sent enemies flying. He vaulted over a railing, landing in a room filled with steel crates. The walls shook as he smashed through a reinforced door, adrenaline propelling him forward.
Gran Torino appeared from above, a streak of silver and gray. "Keep moving, Toshinori! Don't let them slow you!"
All Might gave a brief grin, then disappeared again, moving with speed and precision unmatched, every room scouted, every obstacle destroyed. The facility trembled under the combined force of the two heroes.
Outside, Sir Nighteye coordinated with his officers, voices echoing through radios. "Hold your positions! Contain any escaping villains! Backup units, move in on my mark!"
Inside, All Might finally paused at a hallway that reeked of ominous energy. His eyes darted left and right, every sense on high alert. He could feel the presence before he even saw it.
"All for One," he muttered, clenching his fists. The time for games was over.
Gran Torino clicked his earpiece, "He's nearby, huh? Good. Just remember, Toshinori... keep your cool. No mistakes."
All Might exhaled, a storm of determination and urgency blazing in his eyes. "I won't fail."
The two heroes were split up, Gran Torino tearing through side corridors to neutralize guards attempting to head towards the commotion while All Might moved straight for the inner chamber.