The hour-long Shinkansen ride ent with Kaminari aetsu speg about the retionship between Midoriya and All Might. By the time their discussion ended, both were left feeling a mix of emotions.

  To put it bluntly: envy and jealousy.

  After all, this was All Might they were talking about—the No. 1 Hero in Japan, the Symbol of Peace, who had held the top spot for decades.

  However, Kaminari didn't feel too bitter. He already had a master of his own, and his curreor wasn't bad at all. Besides, All Might's fighting style didn't suit him.

  But Tetsutetsu was aory. He ractically drowning in his owion, his eyes filled with admiration and envy.

  And it was uandable. In every way, All Might seemed like a perfect mentor for someone like him.

  What about Daimon Goro-sensei, you ask?

  Well, Daimon-sensei was only a judo instructor, not a real master in the hero sehe two roles were entirely different.

  What her Kaminari nor Tetsutetsu realized, however, was that the retionship between All Might and Midoriya was far more plicated than they could imagine. While it was indeed a master-disciple retionship, it was a unique ohat defied normal ventions.

  ---

  Soon, their Shinkansen arrived on time in Saitama City. After walking together for a bit, Tetsutetsu and Kaminari parted ways at an interse.

  Tetsutetsu had to head to his judo dojo for training, despite Kaminari's suggestion that he take a break after not sleeping the previous night.

  But the stubboretsu refused, saying, "It's just one night without sleep, that's no reason to skip!"

  Anyone who's ever pulled an all-nighter knows how miserable it feels to take on high-iy physical tasks without proper rest. Kaminari could only watch as Tetsutetsu's tired figure disappeared into the distance.

  "Damn… if you don't push yourself to grow stronger, who will?" Kaminari muttered with a sigh. He couldn't help but admire Tetsutetsu's persistence. Hard work had always been a principle he believed in.

  Shaking his head, Kaminari refocused his thoughts. "Let's head home. I still o meet this bodyguard named Snatch."

  ---

  About thirty mier, Kaminari reached the gate of his residential plex, his signature Pikachu bag slung over his shoulder. But something immediately felt off.

  The usual guards, who were often seen sloug in their posts while scrolling on their phones, were o be found. In their pce stood two men dressed in strange, formal uniforms.

  Not only that, but the entrance was surrounded by unfamiliar equipment, several pieces of tech he didn't reize, though he could easily identify at least two as cameras.

  "What the… did they move aire police station here?"

  Kaminari goward the guard room and found two uniformed police officers stationed inside. Even the old "Guard Room" sign had been repced with ohat read "Poli," plete with a shining police badge.

  "Oh, and they even brought a patrol car…"

  Uhe watchful gaze of two pro heroes, two police officers, and multiple cameras, Kaminari walked silently into the plex. Sure enough, a police car arked in the nearby lot.

  "Dad, how much did all this cost?" Kaminari thought to himself as he sed the area. Is this what they mean by 'money makes the wo round'?

  Unbeknownst to Kaminari, this wasirely about money. While wealth could get you far, getting the police this involved required more than just cash, it required influence.

  In this case, the Mitsui family and the Yaoyorozu family had discreetly offered their support, ensuring everythi smoothly. They didn't spend a dime themselves, but their involvement ehat Kaminari's father had all the resources he needed.

  ---

  As Kaminari approached the building where his family lived, he suddenly stopped and closed his eyes.

  He wao get a sense of hoeople were in the plex now, especially the newers. It was, after all, where his family lived, he o be thh.

  In a matter of seds, an invisible electrical pulse spread from Kaminari's position, rippling outward. The "world" in his mind expanded, growing clearer as dozens of presences appeared.

  Most of them were professional heroes, statiorategically around the plex. Some patrolled their designated routes, while others remained hidden, ready to respond at a moment's notice.

  "Four, six, twelve, fifteen… twenty… twenty-one," Kaminari ted silently. "Twenty-one professional heroes and six police officers."

  The two poli standing at the automatic door to his building seemed to notice him. Kaminari must've looked straanding still with his eyes closed. The officers exged a quid o each other.

  One of them stepped forward cautiously, a gentle smile on his face. "Hey, you okay there, kid?"

  At the same time, the other officer stayed back, his haing near his waist—just in case.

  Although they reized Kaminari, their primary mission was to ensure his family's safety. And in a world of quirks, you couldn't take anything franted.

  "It's nothing," Kaminari said, opening his eyes and smiling. "I just didn't get much sleep st night. A bit exhausted, that's all."

  He chuckled lightly, notig their professionalism, and added, "But seeing all of you here makes me feel safe. I think I'll finally get a good night's sleep. Thank you."

  The two officers blinked in surprise, clearly not expeg such a polite response from a wealthy kid. A momehey broke into wide grins.

  "Hahaha, no problem, kid!" one of them said cheerfully. "You rex, we'll make sure you don't have to worry about a thing."

  "That's right," the other added with a grin, thumping his chest. "If any of those scumbags try anything, they'll have to get through me first!"

  ---

  With a quick thank-you, Kaminari stepped through the automatic door aered the building. After riding the elevator up, he finally reached his apartment.

  "Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!"

  "Pika-pika~"

  The eleic lock chimed, and the familiar Pikachu-themed doorbell sounded. A momehe door swung open.

  But instead of being greeted by his mother or father, Kaminari found himself face-to-face with a serious-looking man. He was middle-aged, with sharp features and a pair of striking, upturned white mustaches remi of a certain "Whitebeard."

  "Uh… you must be the Sand hero, Snatch?" Kaminari asked, quickly pieg things together. He offered a polite smile, closing the door behind him.

  The man nodded slightly, though his expression remaiern.

  "I wouldn't say 'famous,'" Snatch replied, his deep voice carrying a calm weight. "I only came here because I heard that viliargeting i families like yours. Proteg people is my duty as a hero and my responsibility."