"How is the batch of test subjects created from the doctor's research coming along?"
Inside a towering skyscraper in Tokyo, such a conversation was taking place in a completely sealed room.
"I heard you've been taking a particular interest in the doctor's research results lately as well."
The one speaking was All For One, who had remained silent for quite some time. At this moment, he was calmly addressing the man displayed on the large screen in front of him.
"Yes. Because my body is weak, it's only natural for me to rely on external methods," the man replied.
The person on the screen looked completely ordinary. However, if Igarashi Masata were present, he would immediately recognize him.
Nishio Hunter.
"Hehehe…" All For One let out a low chuckle.
"If you want to study it, then go ahead. What I care about more are the latest experimental subjects. According to the schedule, the first batch should already be completed."
As the underground ruler of the villain world, All For One wasn't particularly concerned about the details of these operations. The reason was simple—his own strength was more than sufficient.
"Yes. Should we deploy them for testing? After all, real combat data is crucial."
"Of course!" All For One replied decisively.
"If the experiment succeeds, they will become my sharpest weapons in the future!"
As he spoke about what mattered most to him, All For One grew visibly excited. He pressed both hands firmly against the armrests of his chair, forcefully suppressing the surge of emotion.
"And my body will soon be fully adjusted. This time, I will make All Might disappear completely."
Behind the screen, Nishio Hunter smiled faintly.
"As you wish, my lord."
"Oh, right," All For One added, as if recalling something just before ending the call.
"How did it feel after switching Quirks last time?"
"Ah—excellent. No, I should say… it couldn't have been better."
Receiving a satisfactory answer, All For One let out a low, eerie laugh and cut the connection. The unsettling sound echoed through the empty building for a long time.
Not cooking in a kitchen turned out to be surprisingly interesting—at least, that's what Masata thought.
He unpacked the tools from the large bag and laid them out on the ground. An electric stove, iron pots, and barbecue grills—everything was there.
Yet something still felt missing.
Masata turned his head and saw that the girls were wearing the same confused expressions.
"Electricity! Electricity! Electricity!"
"There's no power supply on this deserted island at all!"
In the end, it was Chef Mina who realized the problem and cried out in despair.
Masata had already noticed it as well. They had tools. They had ingredients. But they lacked energy.
It was like being given a car without fuel—no matter how good your driving skills were, it was useless.
"If only Kaminari were here…"
Masata suddenly found himself missing Kaminari. He'd seen Kaminari charge his phone with his Quirk more than once. Powering these appliances would be effortless.
In that sense, Kaminari was basically a human generator.
Sure, he'd become an idiot afterward—but that was a small price to pay.
"Then we grill it."
After thinking it over, this seemed to be the only solution left. Lunch time was approaching fast.
No one objected, and everyone immediately got to work.
Kurosawa Yoru was the first to move. With Asui's help, she supported the grill while Masata and Yaoyorozu Momo unpacked the ingredients.
Frozen marinated meat.
Dehydrated vegetables.
Fresh fruit.
Large containers of drinking water.
After everything was prepared, Chacha and Mina—together with Jiro—gathered a large pile of firewood and stacked it neatly on the beach.
Masata stared at it in silence.
"…What exactly do you plan to do with that?"
Was their plan really to barbecue using firewood?
Sure enough, the three of them answered confidently.
"Obviously you're here. Why would we need charcoal?"
Masata was momentarily speechless.
"Today, we're using magma to barbecue."
Originally intending to keep it a surprise, Yaoyorozu had no choice but to reveal the plan early. She smiled slightly when she saw everyone's reactions.
"Wow! Magma barbecue? That sounds amazing!"
Mina had never heard of such a thing before and was instantly intrigued. She ran over and grabbed Masata's arm.
"Hurry up and show us!"
Hearing the conversation, Kurosawa Yoru and Asui also walked over, curiosity written all over their faces.
"Since the grill is ready, I'll demonstrate," Masata said.
"But first, you'll need some protective clothing. The temperature might get pretty intense."
As he spoke, he suddenly realized—
Yaoyorozu could absolutely create a small generator if she wanted to. Of course, that depended on whether she could create one.
"Is it really okay to use our Quirks here?" Yaoyorozu asked hesitantly.
As a model student, she was aware that none of them had provisional licenses. Technically, using Quirks freely outside was prohibited.
"Oh, don't worry about it!" Mina said casually.
"There's no one else on this island. Once in a while won't hurt~"
Mina and Kurosawa Yoru each grabbed one of Yaoyorozu's arms and began persuading her enthusiastically.
"…Alright."
Unable to resist the pressure—and seeing that there truly were no outsiders—Yaoyorozu activated her Quirk. A soft glow surrounded her as several sets of protective clothing appeared in her hands.
Once the girls were fully geared up, Masata extended his arm toward the grill.
Red sparks appeared on his hand, and in the next moment, his entire arm transformed into flowing crimson magma, slowly pouring into the grill.
The temperature wasn't high enough to melt the heat-resistant alloy of the grill.
Masata placed the metal rack on top, picked up a large piece of marinated frozen meat, and laid it over the magma.
At first, nothing seemed to happen.
The girls looked disappointed—they'd expected instant cooking.
But after about ten seconds, fat began to drip rapidly from the meat.
Masata flipped it at the right moment. After another ten seconds, he placed the meat onto a plate.
"Come on, try it!"
Despite his confident exterior, Masata was actually unsure. This magma barbecue method was something he'd come up with on a whim.
Still, the rich aroma of roasted meat filled the air—it didn't smell bad at all.
"It's delicious!"
Yaoyorozu sliced off a small piece with a knife and tasted it. Her eyes immediately lit up.
"There's no charcoal smell at all, and the flavor is incredible! The seared part is perfect—not greasy in the slightest!"
Hearing the girls' praise, Masata cut a piece for himself and took a bite.
Then—
"This isn't nearly enough. Hurry up and grill a few more pieces!"