Pursuit of the Nightmare

The sprawling cityscape stretched out beneath the clear night sky, its towering buildings and bustling streets illuminated by the vibrant lights that adorned its surface. In the heart of this urban jungle, chaos had recently unfolded at the hands of a malevolent force known only as "The Nightmare."

All Might, the Symbol of Peace, stood atop a towering rooftop. His powerful frame was a beacon of hope, a symbol of unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. The urgency of the situation was not lost on him—The Nightmare was a new breed of villain, one whose motives and abilities remained shrouded in mystery.

With a determined exhalation, he launched himself from the rooftop, his form cutting through the air with unmatched grace. The city lights rushed past him, a blur of color and movement that spoke of a vibrant world under threat. Every instinct in him told him that this was no ordinary villain, and the weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders.

Finally, he arrived at the scene, the aftermath of the Nightmare's rampage spread out before him. Like usual, blood was splattered everywhere, with pieces of corpse left behind.

Amidst the wreckage, a cloaked figure stood, an embodiment of malevolence that sent a shiver down All Might's spine. As he gazed at the Nightmare, his eyes caught something that made his heart skip a beat. The villain held a musket—a weapon unfamiliar to this world but all too familiar to him.

All Might's mind raced, memories of a young girl who had faced down a villain flooding his thoughts. The girl with the power to control time—Kurumi Tokisaki.

As if sensing his presence, the Nightmare's cloak billowed, and the figure turned to face him. All Might's gaze remained steady. The two forces stood poised for confrontation, hero and villain, light and shadow.

This battle was not just for the safety of the city—it was a testament to the eternal struggle between good and evil. All Might's fists clenched, his heart resolute. The Nightmare may have been a force to be reckoned with, but he was All Might, the unyielding pillar of hope in a world that sought to extinguish it.

As the winds of destiny carried them toward their fateful clash, All Might's voice echoed through the night.

"The Nightmare, your reign of darkness ends here."