All For One's eyes soon turned towards the struggling Symbol Of Peace, whose body weakly stood, his facial expression that of a fatigued yet determined one. His arm charging up with the remnants of his quirk, he knew that he was at his current limit. Yet it won't be enough to take down is arch nemesis, he knew.

"You can die full of regrets, All Might. Even as a teacher it's your loss!"

As their punches met in midair, All Might could not help but feel himself being pushed back by the might of the punch. It was All For One's ultimate combination of quirks-those of which have killed many users of One For All before. Yet he would not allow such a thing to happen.

"Impact Recoil!"

Pain rippled through All Might's hand and body as the power of his punch was reflected back onto his arm, with him feeling like screaming in pain. But no. He must not show All For One, and more importantly, the world any sign of weakness. Not any more. As a hero he must reassure the people watching him. It was a hero's duty to inspire hope and joy in people. And he must do so by defeating the gargantuan nemesis currently giving it his all to kill him.

What Nana Shimura taught him was to save people with a smile on his face. And that was what he was planning to pass onto his young protege. So he must not die.

For he had not done mentoring Midoriya yet.

Remembering Gran Torino's words, All Might's hand suddenly shrunk in size, the power leaving his hand as the punch of All For One glided past his body, the power switching to his left as his punch made heavy contact with the face of All For One, shattering his mask further as blood left his mouth through the method of spluttering, all through gritted teeth.

"Such small tricks are not like you. It's weak!"

As soon as his mouth closed, All For One's left hand grew to gigantic proportions, charged up with energy, preparing to finally end his nemesis once and for all.

Or so he thought.

Pain raced through his body like a horse as he stumbled back a bit, with his head turning to face the direction of his left arm to see what had just happened.

It was gone.

By his own eyes, his hand laid stationary on the ground, a few miles away, with a further image of a cyborg, his position showing he had just landed to a halt, his right arm blade stained with blood, which was also flying in all directions from the spot where his left hand was supposed to do. The thing was he didn't even catch any hint of anything traveling towards him. His speed was legitimate

So the Cyborg had been holding back this whole time.

As soon as the thought left his head, his senses soon picked up another object surging towards him, with his senses revealing that the "object" was none other than the person that he hated the most, his nemesis. Yet he could do nothing as his face was met by a powerful punch, in which he could feel his entire body leave the ground, reaching a 90 degree angle in mid air at a point, before his head slammed down onto the floor, all while propelled by the punch.

"UNITED STATES OF SMASH!"

As soon as All For One made contact with the floor, a cyclone came into existence, with the news crew and the other pro heroes being forced to cower from the impact, with Genos raising a hand to block the powerful wind that was gushing in all directions. When the dust cleared, all that could be seen as a muscular man standing in the middle, his hand raised in victory, with All For One lying motionless in the crater.

"ALL...ALL...ALL MIGHT!"

As the news anchor cried on the helicopter, Genos made his way towards the Symbol Of Peace, his hand supporting him as he collapsed to the ground, finally content with his victory. Genos couldn't help but let out a small smile on his face, with his hand letting out a small blast to the sky in victory.

"Young Genos….may I ask why you held back?"

Genos was caught off guard by the sudden question. Sure, what All Might was saying was true. Throughout the battle he was using around 5% power. But for All Might to catch on that quickly was unexpected for him. With a small sigh being released from the depths of his throat, his robotic eyes soon met that of the Symbol Of Peace.

"I needed the victory to be earned by you. The people needed you to beat All For One. Not me. Me holding back was because I wanted you to earn the victory, not me. That's how the people are going to have faith in you pro heroes. To be honest, I don't think i'll be here for long. And the people need a pillar. A symbol that they could hold on to. And that's you, All Might. I'm not the one to take that away from you."

All Might was surely taken aback by the young cyborg's statement. His statement contained maturity beyond his years-by first glance he looked no older than 19. Yet his statement was unusual for his age.

It was reassuring for All Might, for the young cyborg's wide vision. But for the young cyborg, this was nothing. For following Saitama, his master, he had learnt a lot of things not from just his strength, but his character as well. And humility was one of the things he had learnt the most.

"But the damage…"

"It's nothing. I can fix it alone."

All Might smiled at the cyborg, whose smile was still present on his face. His eyes lit up in the darkness. It was fitting-the overall atmosphere was shifted form a dark one to that of hope, joy and overall postiviness. The cyborg's eyes were like them. Glowing in the dark, as bright as ever.

"It's your victory, All Might."