Peak physical human ability (droped)

O-061

In the dimly lit conference room, the air hung heavy with an unspoken tension. Six figures occupied the plush chairs, a curious blend of five human silhouettes and one distinctly non-human form. The hum of subdued whispers echoed against the polished walls until a voice cut through the hushed atmosphere.

Aizawa, surprisingly absent from his customary sleeping bag, cast a direct gaze at the diminutive animal figure among them. "So why did you call us here, Nezu?" The question lingered in the room, prompting all eyes to turn towards the small, enigmatic creature at the head of the table.Nezu, seated with an air of authority that belied his diminutive size, met their collective gaze with an intensity that seemed incongruent with his furry exterior. His reply sliced through the air with an unexpectedly serious tone. "You all know about the secret raid you were involved in a few days ago."

Nods rippled through the assembly, affirming their shared knowledge of the covert operation. Mic, ever the enthusiast, leaned forward, his boisterous voice breaking the silence. "How can we forget the kid that defeated All Might?" His words hung in the air, a palpable reminder of a moment that had left an indelible mark on their collective memory.

All Might, visibly uncomfortable at the mention of his defeat, interjected with a strained composure, "You don't need to talk about that." His attempt to salvage a semblance of dignity resonated in the room, the weight of the past lingering in the shadows. As the figures exchanged glances, each harboring their own thoughts and reservations

Amidst the brooding air of the conference room, Endeavor's stern voice sliced through the mounting tension. "Enough with the unnecessary comments. Nezu, why have you gathered us here to discuss the raid? Get straight to the point." His impatience palpable, Endeavor seemed to have little tolerance for superfluous chatter, the weight of the impending discussion etched on his furrowed brow.

Seemingly weary of the verbal dance, another figure, the stoic Aizawa, maintained a contemplative silence. Within the recesses of his thoughts, he grappled with an unspoken realization: *this has to be about the child that we found in the basement.*Undeterred by Endeavor's curt demeanor, Mic, with his characteristic exuberance, interjected to add levity to the situation. "Whoa there, Endeavor, no need to be so serious! But yeah, Nezu, spill the beans!" His words, a whimsical counterpoint to the gravity of the room, sought to break the looming tension.

All Might, the paragon of heroism, endeavored to offer a soothing balm to the growing unease. His reassuring smile accompanied a diplomatic plea, "Endeavor's right. Nezu, what's the purpose of this meeting? Let's discuss the matter at hand." The gravity of All Might's presence, coupled with Mic's buoyant demeanor, created a peculiar harmony in the room—a juxtaposition of intensity and lightness.

Midnight, the final figure in the assembly, injected a touch of humor or perhaps sarcasm into the unfolding discourse. "Oh, Endeavor, always so charming. Nezu, darling, don't keep us in suspense. What's the plan?" Her words hung in the air, a veiled tease that added a layer of intrigue to the impending revelation.

Undeterred by the varied comments swirling in the room, Nezu maintained his unwavering composure, his serious tone cutting through the ambient noise. "Patience, everyone. I'll get to the details shortly. This concerns a matter of utmost importance." The air grew taut with anticipation as the diminutive figure at the head of the table signaled for attention, his gaze fixed on the gathered heroes.