The setting sun glints off of his glasses as he watches the casket go down. Sir Nighteye, All Might's former sidekick, stands beside the fallen hero's successor as the body is buried. Togata, among the other funeral attendants, don't bother holding back their stream of tears or choking down their sobs. The burial ground had been turned into a monument, the symbol of peace erected as a statue in his iconic pose as though he still stands victoriously. But the stone smile does little to comfort their mourning.

The crowd gathering there still hold their own arms high over their heads anyways, candles flickering bright in their hands. The plentitude of little flames lights the area, orange glow radiating a glimmer of the hope that can be found there. Just as many people place flowers around the grave, a massive garden offering equal semblance. Pink petals flutter in the wind and red roses emit a vibrance like the fires that are lit. Parting gifts placed upon the ground weigh down goodbye letters and pictures that honor the departed.

None of this was in the vision that Mirai Sasaki saw. Just the horror that had been televised. A bloodied and beaten hero, broken down to his last efforts. As predicted, All Might died giving it his all in a gruesome battle. He wants to be angry that he hadn't tried harder to prevent the outcome of his idol's death, or to weep in despair, but he's oddly more relieved. Relieved that despite the harsh beating, his partner can be laid to rest and honored in such a way. In all the hero's glory, All Might's much deserved love and adoration helps put Nighteye's grief at ease.

Across the way, Sorahiko Torino hangs his head. He's also wearing a black suit and tie. The older man had already watched one of his apprentices die. Now he's lost another. Nighteye wishes he could work up the courage to go over and say something, but he's too caught up in his own distraught emotions. He turns his gaze towards the sky, its reflection gleaming off his glasses. At least the weather is nice. At least it isn't raining.

"Sir?", Togata's voice draws Nighteye's attention back to the ground. Through the lens of his bifocals, he can see the hero in training has stifled his crying.

Nighteye's heart bleeds for the boy, but he holds strong, not allowing himself to tear up in the blonde's place. He clears his throat so that it doesn't crack when he responds, "Yes, Mirio?"

Bloodshot eyes that had once glowed so vibrantly like Toshinori's stare lifelessly into Nighteye's. It really does feel like all of his idol, his partner, his FRIEND.. Is gone. Togata helplessly, pleadingly asks, "What now?"

Nighteye is at a loss for words himself. Despite being able to see the future, he has no idea what to do. Though that doesn't stop him from wracking his brain to think of what All Might would say. The symbol of peace had entrusted his legacy to Togata and it's up to Mirai to pass on that reminder. "I'm sure what Toshinori would say..", he removes his glasses to stare directly into the next One For All wielder's eyes, "..is that you're next."

What comes next and who the next generation of heroes will face though, remains to be seen. The company building, Detnerat, overlooks the same orange horizon. The sun sets on the city in waiting. From that high office view, Rikiya Yotsubashi massages his chin in contemplation. With the fall of All Might, as well as All For One, there will likely be a power grab. As the leader of the Meta Liberation Army, and successor to Destro, he hopes that now is the most opportune time to strike and claim that high position for himself and his cause.

The echo of footfalls alerts the conspiring villain to the presence of another. Much to his shock, the shared company is a boy in his teenage years. To be more precise, he recognizes the kid as the one from the news footage during All Might and All For One's final battle. Except, the unruly hair that had been as black as his uniform is now bleached a pale white. And the tattered ghoulish mask covering his face looks more fixed to his skin.

"Re-Destro. You and I have a common enemy.", even the boy's voice sounds more matured. More convicted to his own cause.