At the bustling heart of Musutafu Mall, an extraordinary spectacle unfolded that drew the gaze of everyone present. Under the vaulted glass ceilings, bathed in the filtered sunlight, All Might and Geto stood locked in fierce combat. Their punches collided with the force of thunderclaps, sending palpable shockwaves through the air that rattled the storefronts and made the very floor beneath them shudder.
A short distance away, under the shadowy overhang of an upper-level balcony, Ash-born observed the clash with a discerning eye. His expression was unreadable, a mask of calm indifference, but his eyes sparkled with a keen interest. As All Might steadily began to overpower Geto, Ash-born's lips twitched into a smirk, and he shook his head slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"This fight is far from over, All Might," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur that contrasted sharply with the chaos unfolding below.
Meanwhile, All Might, imbued with a resolute sense of duty, felt the tide of battle turning in his favor. He sensed the weakening force behind Geto's punches, each one less potent than the last. Seizing the moment, All Might gathered all his strength and unleashed a devastating 100% punch straight to Geto's face. The impact sent Geto hurtling backward, crashing into a decorative wall with such force that it cracked, debris tumbling down around him.
Panting heavily, All Might scanned his surroundings, searching for signs of Ash-born and the safety of other heroes, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Rumble! Rumble!
The sound of shifting debris snapped All Might's attention back to Geto. He watched in alarm as Geto emerged from the wreckage, a dark, swirling aura of particles enveloping him, giving him a ghastly, otherworldly appearance. All Might's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively braced himself for another confrontation.
Without warning, Geto vanished and reappeared right in front of All Might. The suddenness of his approach left no room for reaction. Before All Might could even step back, Geto's hand was around his throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. In a desperate attempt to break free, All Might struck Geto repeatedly in the face, but his efforts were fruitless against Geto's seemingly invulnerable form.
From his elevated perch, Ash-born watched the struggle, a broad grin stretching across his face. He could feel the intense shockwaves emanating from All Might's desperate blows, a testament to the hero's unleashed power.
"So this is your 100% huh? But is this your limit, or—" Ash-born's thoughts trailed off as a distant sound caught his attention. Turning his gaze skyward, he spotted a news helicopter approaching, its camera likely capturing every moment of the epic battle. Sighing, Ash-born realized the scrutiny would prevent further testing of All Might's capabilities.
With a subtle flick of his finger, Ash-born dispelled the dark aura surrounding Geto. Immediately, Geto's grip loosened. All Might's feet hit the ground, and he gasped for air as a mysterious black whip wrapped around Geto and pulled him away. Collapsing to his knees, All Might heaved deep breaths, recovering his strength. Looking up, he saw Ash-born approaching, an unconscious Geto trailing behind him, subdued by the black whip.
"Who's a turtle now?" All Might managed to joke, despite his exhaustion, a wry smile playing on his lips.
Timeskip
After the battle had quieted and the dust settled, All Might stood beside an ambulance, his hand neatly bandaged. The area was calmer now, but the air still buzzed with residual adrenaline. A reporter, her curiosity piqued by the day's events, approached eagerly.
"All Might, could you tell us what exactly happened in the battle?" she asked, her recorder poised.
"Actually, Ash-born was the one who ultimately defeated Geto, so why don't you ask him?" All Might deflected gracefully, nodding toward his comrade.
"Me? Oh, I merely landed the finishing blow, nothing more," Ash-born chuckled, feigning modesty.
"Oh, so you guys fought the villain together, like a tag team?" the reporter clarified, her interest deepening.
"Yeah, you could say that," Ash-born replied, his tone light and casual.
"And did you guys train for this kind of situation?"
"Just a few friendly spars here and there, that's about it," Ash-born explained, shrugging slightly as if their encounters were nothing out of the ordinary.
The reporter's eyes lit up. "A friendly spar! Could you possibly show us and the audience that training routine of your's?"
Caught off guard by the question, Ash-born turned to All Might, seeking his thoughts on the matter. All might , ever the embodiment of grace, assented with a reassuring smile.
"I see no issue with that. Let's give them a glimpse of our teamwork." All might says with a smile caught between the reporter's eager gaze and All might's unwavering support, Ash-born couldn't help but sigh
"Alright. Fine I guess" Ash-born
