Peak physical human ability (droped)

Shadows of the Past

Before Aizawa lay the covert laboratory, concealed in the shadows. Aizawa, recalling the auspicious morning that had just concluded his night shift, found himself interrupted by a call from Nezu.

Nezu's typically cheerful voice had taken on an unusual gravity. "Aizawa, I need your assistance tonight. Are you available?" Aizawa, surprised by the uncommon request, replied, "Yes, I can free up my evening."

In this unusually solemn exchange, Nezu continued, "You're familiar with the organization that experimented on me." Aizawa nodded, matching the serious tone. Nezu disclosed further, "We've located one of their hidden labs. The number and abilities of those inside are unknown. We need your expertise for the raid, prepared for any formidable adversaries."

Reassuring Nezu, Aizawa affirmed, "Rest assured, I'll be ready." After a brief pause, he asked, "Where should I position myself?" Nezu responded, "I'll send you the location," concluding the call.

In the present scene, Aizawa sat with All Might, Endeavor, Mic, and Mid night at the meeting table. The discussion wrapped up, and as they exited, All Might approached Aizawa. "What do you think we'll find in that laboratory?" he inquired. Aizawa replied, "I just hope we don't uncover more cases like Nezu's. One of him is more than enough." With a contemplative pause, Aizawa added, "We certainly don't need an abundance of such occurrences," as they readied themselves for the imminent operation, each hero assuming their designated positions.

Eraser Head glided noiselessly through the dimly illuminated corridors of the covert laboratory, his keen eyes scanning the shadows for any telltale signs of movement. The clandestine mission to raid this enigmatic facility was shrouded in secrecy, disclosed only to a chosen few. In the company of All Might, Endeavor, Present Mic, Midnight, they formed a united front, poised to unveil the concealed mysteries within.

Tension hung thick in the air as they navigated the labyrinthine hallways, each step drawing them nearer to the heart of the covert operation. Aizawa's discerning gaze caught the glimmer of weaponry as they turned a corner. With a subtle signal, he directed the others to fan out, readying themselves for a potential confrontation. Midnight, her voice carrying a seductive tone, shattered the silence, "Well, aren't we crashing the party in style?" A sly grin adorned her lips as she poised her whip. Eraser Head offered a brief nod in acknowledgment, his response terse, "Let's stay focused. We're here for a reason."

Advancing further, the group encountered locked doors and concealed laboratories. Aizawa adeptly neutralized security cameras and alarms, ensuring their covert presence went unnoticed. Occasionally, scientists attempted to impede their progress, but the heroes dispatched them with precision, leaving no room for interference. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as they delved deeper into the heart of the clandestine facility, their shared objective guiding each purposeful step.

Approaching the third floor, a palpable tension permeated the air. Enhanced security measures greeted the heroes, challenging their progress. Aizawa's Quirk, a vital asset, nullified the enhanced abilities of genetically modified bodyguards obstructing their path. Skilled adversaries confronted the heroes, each showcasing unique and formidable powers.Midnight seamlessly maneuvered through the chaos, her whip a dance of precision, disarming a bodyguard attempting to strike. "Care for a dance, boys?" she taunted, the sharp crack of her whip punctuating her every move.