While all of this was happening—
Shakuyaku was still relaxing in her seat, her long legs crossed as she smoked calmly.
She didn't seem worried at all.
After Nezu made his call to Mabui, he slowly calmed down. He still didn't know who the person was that he had just speculated about.
He opened the file of Examinee Number 1013.
There it was.
Maki's file.
Almost every personal detail was marked N/A.
Nemuri was listed as his guardian.
Nezu's mind began to run wild.
Small details slowly morphed into conclusions.
He nodded at his final deduction regarding this person's identity, but the idea that All Might had passed his Quirk to him now seemed like a shallow theory.
He smiled.
"Interesting."
Shakuyaku noticed the change in Nezu's demeanor. With a seductive yet sweet voice, she said,
"Principal~ You're acting weird."
Nezu raised his paws, grabbed the coffee cup from his table, and took a sip. He chuckled softly. Only he knew what he was thinking.
Then—
Knock.
"Oh, come in," Nezu said.
All Might slowly opened the door. He saw Nezu—and he saw her.
One of the guardians of their younger generation.
"Good morning, Miss Shakuyaku. Did you also come here to file some requests?"
"Oh, Yagi~ You're here too. Don't tell me you were looking for your successor here."
She watched his reaction.
He twitched slightly.
She smiled.
"Looks like you've already found one."
"Hahaha, very observant as always, Miss Shakuyaku," All Might said, scratching his head.
Was he really that easy to read?
"That's why I called you here, All Might," Nezu said. "But I don't think it's necessary now."
"Hm? What's wrong, Principal?" All Might asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll talk about it later. For now, let's head to the meeting room. We need to discuss how to continue the examination and fix a few things."
Nezu dropped down from his chair and walked toward All Might. He raised his furry arms, opening and closing his paws—a clear sign to carry him.
All Might bent down, lifted Nezu, and placed him on his shoulder.
"Have you contacted the Free Ones?" he asked.
"Already done," Nezu replied, then turned to Shakuyaku.
"Miss Shakuyaku, would you like to come, or will you stay here?"
Shakuyaku rose slowly from her seat, deliberately, as if she knew every pair of eyes would follow. The smooth stretch of her long legs uncrossing was unhurried, elegant, provocative without effort. The fabric clung to her hips before settling back into place, outlining the generous curve of her waist and the full swell of her thighs. Even the smallest shift of her body made her chest move with a soft, tempting bounce, the deep line of her cleavage rising and falling with each breath. She carried herself with lazy confidence, like a woman fully aware of how distracting she was and thoroughly entertained by it.
ﾟ ﾟ ( Д ) "I'll go. It's boring here," she said lightly.
As she adjusted herself, her right arm slid beneath the round weight of her chest, subtly lifting it. The motion pushed her breasts higher, fuller, pressing them together just enough to make the neckline strain. The effect was impossible to ignore, her curves pronounced, lush, and shamelessly feminine. She didn't even try to hide it. She never did.
( ・`ω・´)All Might, Nezu, and Shakuyaku left the principal's office and took the elevator down to the meeting room.
That brings us to the current situation.
Several teachers had gathered to discuss the next course of action regarding the examination.
Shakuyaku took her seat.
They waited for the others.
While she and All Might waited, Nezu made another call.
Suddenly—
All Might and Shakuyaku felt a powerful spiritual pressure.
It was so strong that they immediately stood and walked toward the window to see what was happening.
But all they could see was the forest.
All Might clicked his tongue.
"I'm going to check."
Shakuyaku remained silent, staring outside.
"It's all right," Nezu said calmly.
"All right? That's clearly Unohana. And that bloodlust… Nezu, she's going to kill someone."
Nezu simply pressed the speaker button on his phone.
"Nemu. Mabui. What's happening there?"
"Well… it looks like a husband-and-wife fight," Mabui replied.
The response left them dumbfounded.
"All examinees have been rescued?" All Might asked.
"Yes. All are safe," Mabui confirmed.
All Might finally exhaled.
Then Shakuyaku asked, her tone serious,
"Who is Unohana fighting right now?"
"Oh~ Isn't that Miss Sha—kuya—ku's voice?"
"Shakuyaku? Is that you?" another voice came from the phone. It was Gion. "Don't tell me you're here for more demands."
"Gion~ Still hotheaded. No wonder you're aging faster," Shakuyaku taunted.
"Y-you bitch," Gion snapped.
"Anyway," Shakuyaku continued firmly, "who is Unohana fighting? That spiritual pressure belongs to two or three people. I can feel it. Tell me who it is."
"We'll talk about it later," Gion replied. "Just wait there."
The call ended.
All Might felt the pressure as well, but he initially thought it might just be some anomaly.
"Interesting," Nezu said quietly. "If I'm correct, that's the same person who caused the tremor earlier."
They fell silent.
Pure curiosity filled their minds.
They were experienced combatants. Their senses were rarely wrong.
If what Mabui said was true, then only two people were fighting—Unohana and someone else.
Which meant—
The other person was releasing two authorities at the same time.
That was unbelievable.
They were seasoned fighters. Even if their minds tried to deny it, their senses could not.
"I'll wait," Shakuyaku said, returning to her seat.
All Might nodded.
They waited.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Present Mic and Aizawa also felt the pressure—but their priority was stabilizing the examinees.
After a while—
The sliding doors of the meeting room suddenly opened.
Those who had been waiting turned toward the entrance.
Aizawa and Present Mic entered first.
Mabui was still on her phone.
Yoruichi followed, still wearing her black hoodie.
Gion's eyes met Shakuyaku's.
They stared at each other.
Nemuri and Mei arrived at the same time.
Then—
Unohana entered.
And this time, everyone felt it.
Something had changed.
Truly changed.
Questions were ready to spill out, but Nezu cut them off.
"Mabui. Play the video."
He knew they needed to review everything from the very beginning to understand what had truly happened.
Nezu turned off the lights.
In the dim room, the disk projected a video.
A man entering the portal.
Yes.
The very moment he stepped inside.
They watched as the wind pushed back his hoodie.
His eyes were still dark red.
And his expression—
Memorizing.
Awestruck by the forest before him.
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