Of course, Best Jeanist had considered the possibility that he had fallen into an illusion.
After all, their enemy this time possessed a Quirk capable of interfering with the five senses.
Everything he saw, touched, and smelled around him could have been fabricated by the enemy.
But the five senses could lie.
His Quirk would not.
Fiber Master's perception was not part of the five senses. It was a different kind of awareness entirely.
As the wielder of Fiber Master, a Quirk he had refined to its limit, Best Jeanist understood that better than anyone.
That was precisely why All Might had asked him to come and deal with Tsuki Sengen.
Even if Tsuki Sengen manipulated his sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste, Best Jeanist's Quirk perception would remain unaffected.
That was why he was certain.
He was no longer in the original world.
He was inside an alternate dimension.
Especially after he wrapped fibers around his body and traveled for a long time, only to find no edge to the forest.
A forest this vast and dense could not possibly exist unnoticed in the real world.
"So…"
"How do I get out?"
Best Jeanist casually wove his fibers into a chair and sat down.
He had already been here for quite some time.
Almost an hour.
Yet no one had come for him.
Not even Tsuki Sengen, the enemy he was supposed to fight.
It was as if he had been deliberately forgotten here.
Since he had not yet met Shigaraki and the others, he still believed Tsuki Sengen was the culprit behind his imprisonment.
But he knew the enemy had not truly forgotten him.
They had gone to deal with his teammates.
Because he had felt that massive tremor earlier.
The tremor created when All Might shattered the spatial wall.
That enormous shock told him All Might's battle was still ongoing.
Although the tremor ending so quickly did puzzle him slightly.
But since this alternate dimension still existed and he remained trapped inside, that meant All Might had not won yet.
Most likely, the enemy had not won either.
Otherwise, they would have already appeared before him to eliminate him as a major threat.
"It seems the situation hasn't reached the worst point yet."
"But staying here isn't an option."
"I have to find a way out."
"The spatial tremor just now proves this isn't the real world. It's an alternate dimension."
"So there must be an exit."
"I just haven't found it yet…"
"But what exactly are they trying to accomplish by trapping us?"
Best Jeanist began calmly sorting through the information.
Trap.
Muscular.
Tsuki Sengen.
Five-sense interference.
Deliberately exposed location.
Alternate dimension.
Imprisonment.
All Might.
Wait.
Imprisoning All Might?
So their real target was All Might?
But they could not defeat All Might directly.
Even if they trapped him, what would that accomplish?
Best Jeanist touched the hair over his forehead, then placed himself in the enemy's position and began making a bold assumption.
Suppose his target was All Might.
Suppose he possessed a spatial ability and had used it to imprison All Might.
But suppose he still could not deal with All Might directly.
In that situation, what would he do?
Eliminate the other enemies first?
Or threaten All Might with something he cared about?
"Wait…"
"Threaten him?"
"No."
"The civilians are in danger!"
The moment that possibility appeared, Best Jeanist's heart tightened.
He immediately released the fibers from his clothing.
The threads trembled slightly, then spread wildly in every direction, searching for abnormalities in the space.
Several meters.
Dozens of meters.
Even underground was not spared.
Thin strands pierced into the soil, glinting faintly beneath the sunlight.
Best Jeanist no longer cared about appearances.
Before long, he was nearly naked.
A Pro Hero had to prioritize saving civilians above all else.
Nothing else mattered.
He had to get out.
He had to help the civilians.
Even if this method was crude.
Even if it did not fit his aesthetic.
Even if being left nearly naked was indecent.
All of it could be ignored before the highest priority of saving lives.
Besides, this was the only method he had right now.
He had no better option.
And this was exactly the scene Shigaraki saw.
Best Jeanist sat on the ground, nearly naked, surrounded by countless fibers spreading in every direction.
Seeing this, Shigaraki narrowed his eyes.
Then he decisively decided to deal with Best Jeanist first before handling Edgeshot.
If Best Jeanist continued searching like this, sooner or later he would find the abnormal point in the alternate dimension imprisoning him.
And once he escaped, he would undoubtedly cause major trouble.
Whether he went to help All Might save civilians or entered another alternate dimension to support the others, he would disrupt Shigaraki's plan.
With that thought, Shigaraki turned toward Muscular.
"How is it?"
"Can you handle him?"
Muscular raised his eye and glanced at Best Jeanist on the screen, surrounded by countless fibers.
Then he coldly spat out two words.
"Of course."
Perhaps worried Shigaraki might think he was bragging, Muscular added,
"His power isn't enough."
"Those soft fiber attacks are no different from tickles to me."
"They can't break through my muscle fibers at all."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and squeezed hard with absolute confidence.
"And if I want to attack him…"
"I only need one punch."
"One punch is enough to crush him."
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