After the capture of All for One, there's nothing left for the Villains. The Yakuza perished just after with Overhaul's defeat, and regular thugs cower in fear of even low ranking heroes...
The League decides it's time for the heroes to get a taste...
It was the final night—night two. Tenko could only think about what the next day might bring. If the pros could spot All for One in the crowd, and subdue him as quickly as possible, a crisis would be averted.
...What would become of the League once he solidified his position on being a hero? They might just turn their backs on him.
Tenko eyed the cape on the shelf of his room. Its glory was not his, but it was alluring all the same. He approached his bedside, knowing well that sleep would not come easy. Not tonight. The end was nigh, and whether it would be the end of villainy, or the end of Tenko Shimura... All depended on the next day. There were a few things that lingered on, stuck in his mind from a chat with All Might. If he were to die, he would at least want to know the answers to them.
Did All for One kill Nana Shimura, as All Might claimed? Was his entire life in shambles through the actions of one man? A man who believed, by power alone, the world belonged to him?
As his eyes shut, he thought to himself that if he were to die tomorrow, he'd at least want to die knowing the truth for the first time in his life. That was his next and only goal.
In slumber's realm, Tenko drifted helplessly, becoming nothing more than a spectator of his own conscience. Two figures were what he witnessed first—one his old mentor, All for One; the other figure was himself, about to ask the questions that taunted him. Except the being wasn't really him. The husk he saw before him was not someone he controlled.
"Tomura..." All for One didn't face Tenko, instead looking on to the abyss in front of him, "Don't tell me you've forgotten everything I've done for you already."
"Believe me, Master, I haven't." Tenko replied. What he viewed was the past—both he and his master looked much different to how the dream portrayed them. "I just have a few questions, like..."
All for One turned his head to his successor.
"Did you kill Nana Shimura?" Tenko didn't tremble, although the serene expression on his master's face slowly shaped itself into an unsettling grin.
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There was a knock at Tenko's door that woke him up with a start.
"Tenko?" It was All Might. "Tenko, are you ready? It's time."
Time had virtually run out; the final grains of sand—which counted his remaining moments—held on with the traction of glass. Once they would slip to the bottom of the hourglass, that was it. Whoever won, whatever happened, it would be done.
Tenko pulled the cape from off the shelf. He still had yet to return it to All Might.
"I'm ready."
The drive over was, surprisingly, not silent. All Might kept the spirits high, even in the face of armageddon. He joked, and made sure that everyone involved was smiling. Even more surprisingly, his attempts worked. For the most part anyway, Aizawa stared ahead at the road, his ear turned to the group.
