•3rd person pov•
The Doom Slayer nodded in agreement with the Icon of Sin, and together they started following the supposed father and the old woman from a distance, carefully tailing them through the streets of Osaka.
Their path led to a business office building with a traditional Japanese aesthetic adorning its upper floors.
As they crouched in the alleyway, observing the guards patrolling the perimeter, they realized this was no ordinary building.
The men in dark suits moved with trained precision, their eyes scanning every inch of the area for threats.
It was clear they were prepared for trouble, but not for the force that was about to descend upon them.
The Doom Slayer's eyes narrowed as he pulled out his Super Shotgun, tightening his grip on the weapon.
Its familiar weight was a comfort, a reminder of countless battles won with brutal efficiency.
Beside him, the Icon of Sin towered in the shadows, his massive form barely making a sound despite his sheer size.
"Looks like we're going in hot," the Doom Slayer muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
The Icon of Sin gave a subtle nod, ready to unleash his power.
Their plan wasn't one of finesse or subtlety; it was about overwhelming force.
With a shared understanding, they moved in unison, their focus entirely on the mission ahead.
In a blur of movement, the two climbed the alley wall with terrifying agility for beings of their size, scaling the side of the building with ease.
The wind rushed past them as they descended from the rooftop, landing on the top floor of the office building with a bone-rattling impact.
The concrete cracked beneath their feet, and the air itself seemed to tremble from the force of their arrival.
The guards barely had a chance to react.
The Doom Slayer's Super Shotgun roared, each blast tearing through the air with deadly precision.
Guards fell before they could even draw their weapons or activate their quirks, their bodies crumpling lifelessly to the floor.
Beside him, the Icon of Sin was a whirlwind of destruction.
His massive fists and the Sentinel Hammer swung with devastating force, crushing skulls and splintering bones, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake.
They charged through the building's doors, the walls shaking from their sheer presence. The narrow hallways provided no cover for the defenders.
One by one, guards tried to mount a defense, but it was futile.
A quirk user who conjured flames was silenced with a single blast from the Doom Slayer's shotgun.
Another attempted to manipulate the ground beneath them, only for the Icon of Sin to stomp forward, causing a tremor that sent the man crashing to the ground before being ripped apart by the demon's claws.
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