Night Call

It was late, the city lights twinkling below like scattered jewels, when Minato's hero phone vibrated with an insistent, urgent ring. The caller ID flashed "Police Department – Emergency." Minato answered instantly, his senses already on high alert, the peaceful quiet of his night patrol suddenly shattered.

"Yellow Flash," a breathless voice on the other end reported, laced with a desperate urgency that cut through the line. "We have a critical situation, sir! Tartarus has experienced a massive jailbreak! It's unprecedented! All available heroes are being redirected to containment efforts. We need immediate backup, the situation is escalating rapidly!"

Tartarus. The name sent a chill down Minato's spine. It was the highest-security prison, designed to hold the world's most dangerous villains, an impenetrable fortress. A jailbreak there was a nightmare scenario, a threat of unimaginable scale. Minato's mind instantly raced, calculating distances and potential threats. He hadn't yet managed to place a Flying Thunder God seal at the isolated island prison itself; it was too remote, too guarded. "Understood," he replied, his voice calm and steady despite the gravity of the news. "I'm on my way. Provide precise coordinates and any updates on villain numbers or Quirk types."

With a burst of his incredible speed, Minato teleported to the absolute outskirts of the city, the closest marked point on his personal network of seals. From there, his body immediately flared with his Lightning Chakra Mode, a blue streak that seemed to warp the very air around him. He launched into a full sprint, a human missile cutting through the night. The distance to the formidable island prison was significant, but he covered it in mere minutes, his anticipation and grim determination building with each pounding stride.

When he finally reached the heavily fortified outer perimeter of Tartarus, a scene of utter chaos and brutal combat greeted him. The supposedly unbreachable prison walls were shattered, gaping holes spewing forth a tide of dangerous criminals. A desperate, sprawling battle raged on the grounds outside, lit by the ominous glow of emergency lights and the searing flames of heroic Quirks. Best Jeanist, his denim tendrils constricting multiple escapees with effortless grace, fought with grim determination. Edgeshot moved like a silent phantom, appearing and disappearing to apprehend villains with surgical precision. Endeavor unleashed torrents of scorching blue flames, pushing back against a seemingly endless tide of dangerous criminals. All Might roared with effort as he engaged a particularly large group of escapees, his powerful blows shaking the very ground. Other heroes from various agencies fought desperately, coordinating their Quirks against the relentless onslaught. Despite their combined power, the sheer number and resilience of the escaped villains made it a desperate, overwhelming struggle.

High above the pandemonium, news helicopters hovered, their powerful spotlights cutting through the darkness, attempting to capture the unfolding disaster for a stunned nation. In one such chopper, a frantic female reporter, sweat beading on her forehead, narrated live to millions.

"This is incredible, horrifying scenes from Tartarus prison! As you can see, Pro Heroes are battling valiantly against a massive jailbreak! Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and even All Might are here, but the sheer numbers of escaped villains are overwhelming!" Her voice was strained, trying to keep up with the chaos below. "The situation appears dire, containment is struggling—wait! What was that?!"

Suddenly, a brilliant, almost blinding, blue light flared onto the battlefield. It wasn't the steady glow of Endeavor's flames, nor the focused burst of All Might's power. It was a rapid, flickering phenomenon, appearing and vanishing in rapid succession across different points of the chaotic scene.

"Something just entered the fray!" the reporter gasped, leaning closer to her monitor. "A new force! It's moving... it's moving impossibly fast! It's just a blur! A yellow blur!"

Minato, having assessed the dire situation, didn't hesitate. With a surge of resolve, he fully activated his Lightning Chakra Mode, the blue aura intensifying, making him a vibrant, shifting beacon. In a single, fluid motion, he hurled several kunai from his pouch, not at specific targets, but strategically, scattering them all over the sprawling battlefield. Each three-pronged kunai landed in precise locations – on rooftops, embedded in walls, or stuck in the ground near clusters of villains.

"It's everywhere at once!" the reporter exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. "Look! It's a series of golden flashes! Villains are dropping! Just... dropping! They don't even see what hit them! This isn't a hero we recognize from the current top ranks! Who is this?!"

Minato became a true blur, a series of rapid, instantaneous flashes. He started teleporting from one marked point to another, appearing and disappearing with such speed that the onlookers, even the experienced Pro Heroes, struggled to pinpoint his exact location. He was a disorienting, unpredictable force, a golden ghost of justice. With each sudden appearance, he delivered swift, decisive blows, knocking out criminals with precise fists to the back of the neck, unleashing compact Rasengan blasts that sent groups flying, or employing other specialized Jutsu for incapacitation. He moved like a whirlwind, leaving a trail of unconscious villains in his wake.

"The yellow light just appeared behind a group of villains, and now they're down! It's gone again! Now it's across the yard! Another group incapacitated!" The reporter's voice vibrated with a mix of fear and exhilaration. "It's like a phantom, a living streak of lightning! This must be the new hero, Yellow Flash, who just debuted days ago! His speed is... it's absolutely unreal! No one can track him! He's single-handedly turning the tide!"

As he moved through the maelstrom, Minato's sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure among the more dangerous criminals: Lady Nagant. Her distinctive, almost aristocratic appearance, even amidst the chaos, made her stand out. Minato's mind instantly flashed back to her past, the tragic circumstances that had led her down this path, a former hero disillusioned by the very system she served. He knew her Quirk, her incredible precision, and her potential for chaos. He decided to act decisively, but not violently.

With a blinding flash, Minato had appeared directly behind Lady Nagant, delivering a precise, incapacitating pressure point strike. She crumpled instantly, unconscious. Instead of leaving her for the other heroes, Minato made a split-second decision. He made biggest rasnegan and made a huge blast distracting everyone, and with another flash, he teleported her to a secure, private room, a temporary, safe holding cell he had prepared for extreme cases. He would deal with her later, personally, away from the immediate chaos.

With Nagant secured, Minato continued his relentless assault. He was a whirlwind of controlled power, his objective clear: subdue every escaped villain. The constant, disorienting flashes of yellow were the only indication of his presence, a phenomenon that fascinated and terrified those watching.

"The Yellow Flash continues his incredible work!" the reporter exclaimed, her voice gaining a desperate excitement. "He's clearing entire sections of the prison grounds alone! The other Pro Heroes are finally able to coordinate and contain what's left, thanks to his unbelievable speed! This hero... he's in a league of his own!"

The overwhelming surge of Minato's unpredictable speed and power, combined with the tireless efforts of the other Pro Heroes, eventually began to turn the tide decisively. After two grueling hours of relentless combat, the last of the escaped criminals were finally subdued, lying unconscious amidst the rubble and smoke. Exhausted but triumphant, the Pro Heroes leaned on each other, some tending to minor injuries, the silence of the aftermath a stark contrast to the earlier cacophony. The news reporter, her voice hoarse but triumphant, declared the Tartarus prison break contained, attributing much of the success to the mysterious new hero, Yellow Flash.

But their hard-won respite was brutally short-lived. Just as All Might, now in his scrawny form, leaned against a damaged wall, catching his breath, his phone rang with an urgent, shrill insistence. It was Principal Nezu. All Might answered, his expression shifting from fatigue to utter horror, his eyes widening.

"All Might! Aizawa just called!" Nezu's voice, usually so calm, was strained and filled with a desperate urgency that carried even through the phone's speaker, audible to Minato standing nearby. "The Class 1-A and 1-B students were attacked during the training camp! And... Bakugo Katsuki has been kidnapped!"

The words hit like a physical blow, shattering the fragile peace of the Tartarus victory. The night's horrors were far from over.