I am never procrastinating again. Never. I am doing things early, on time, and everything is going to be punctual.
I had gotten everybody free at the gym to help move boxes and crates in the Warehouse, just enough to set up an area for the families to sit down. I may or may not have broken a few public quirk use laws trying to get to an ATM to make the withdrawals. The pizzas arrived while I was gone, but thankfully, Tamao was there to receive them and keep the vultures that were my other coworkers from stealing all the pizza.
I even got the flashdrive with the recordings from Manami. I had five copies, one with the video that was going to be uploaded with an additional bonus reel tailored to each student, to give out to the families to keep. It was supposed to be simple! Just get the video playing in the background while the families ate and had fun but my dumbass couldn't figure out how the projector connected to the holodisk. Centuries in the future and dongles will still be the bane of fucking presentations.
Never going to procrastinate. Never again. I don't want to deal with this bullshit.
"Male into female. Female on male," I muttered into the phone, plugging and unplugging things in frustration, "I did all the connections like you told me to, what the hell am I doing wrong!?"
"I don't know!" Manami growled, sounds of things being tossed about in a hurry muffling her voice, "You're doing everything right! You texted me that video."
Growling, I tried turning the projector on and off again. Then bit my cheek to keep myself from screaming when I realized that the light wasn't even turning on. It couldn't be that simple. I refuse to believe it was…
"You went silent," Manami noted.
Not answering, I followed the cord of the projector. Yup. It was my worst fear. Fixing the problem, I tapped my head against the wall as I heard the familiar opening jingle of our video and the excited shouts of the family. Slumping against the wall, I sighed, "The cord got unplugged."
"...I am so fucking pissed at you right now."
"I deserve it."
"You're going to make me late for my date!" she yelled, causing my phone's speaker to whine.
"Sorry for bothering you," I whispered, bowing apologetically. I looked around, panicked that they had noticed. Luckily, they all seemed engrossed in watching the highlights reel.
"You're lucky this is part of my job or I'd choke you," Manami sighed before growling, "Do NOT call me unless you are about to die, the gym's database is being hacked, or something is going to explode."
"...I don't think anything will explode," I hesitantly offered.
"It better not," she muttered.
Sighing in relief that I had somewhat defused the situation, "Tell Fuyumi I said hi!"
"I will!" Manami chirped happily before threatening in the same tone, "But seriously, do not go out tonight. I'm going on a date and I'm not going to be able to go on comms."
"That's fine," I shrugged, "I'm going to have to catch a train to Naruhata. So you won't have to be on comms for a month."
"What do you mean you're goi--" she said before I hung up on her.
Whew. Manami was a lifesaver. Who would've thought that she'd fit in so well with the gym as our IT guy? Or IT gal in this case. I still wish Knucks had discussed her employment with the rest of us before hiring her, but she was honestly a godsend. It was hard enough finding new employees. It was awkward to have opening orientation talk about our night job, so the fact that Manami's old stalker habits already revealed that was now a blessing in disguise. And it was a blessing to have her working at the gym. Editing videos, organizing files, running comms, Manami Aiba was the nerve center of Knuckledown that none of us knew we needed. Except for Knucks, but I will never admit that. He'd be smug for days.
Only bad part was her girlfriend. While her getting a girlfriend four months ago was great and all, it was still awkward at times to talk to her. She was a great person to have behind your back, or comms, in the night job, but she had a tendency to gush about her loved ones during the slow nights. Sometimes it felt as if I had already met Fuyumi with how open Manami was about her relationship.
Bah! Why was I still thinking about Manami!? She had moved on! She had her own life! I had a party to get back to and food to eat! Also prize money to hand out, still had to pack my bags, had to make sure that Koichi's penthouse could still be used, there were a lot of things I had to do. Fuck, I had to talk to the kids one on one, find out what they actually felt and tell them about each of their new teachers. Wait, fuck. I haven't even told the teachers that they were going to be teachers. Damn it, I'm also going to have to talk to their families too, answer any questions they have. Going to have to remember to not swear and be professional about it. Aw fuck, I can't remember if I swore earlier during the game or the aftergame analysis! ...Problem for future me. Fucking hell, why am I so stupid!?
Let's just get some food and relax a bit before I work myself into yet another anxiety attack.
By the time I noticed, I was trapped. I had snuck back in and shoveled food onto a plate to eat. Sitting on the side, I absentmindedly watched the families watch the video, enjoying the food and stupidly letting my guard down.
Now there was a steady chanting from the accompanying families, calling me to give a speech after the video ended. I just know that my students started it. I see your shit-eating grins, don't think I'm stupid.
Why did I always choose the worst times to eat? I was a mess, I had sauce on my chin, my stomach felt bloated from all the pizza I ate, and now I had to give an impromptu speech under peer pressure.
Ignoring the chanting, I grabbed a napkin and wiped my face as best as I could before standing up and grinning at my audience. Fine. If you wanted a speech, I'll give you all a speech.Just a performance, Gentle. Just put on a performance.
"So I've been called forth to give a small speech," I began. "It's a bit sudden, but I'll do my best."
Let's start off with a bit of a walk down memory lane. Parents like that right? Remembering how their kids started out?
"Six months ago," I started softly, hands clasped behind my back as I paced in front of the families, "Your children signed up in a class. A small one. It was your standard class, a moderate sized class with about thirty students, all starting at the beginner level. It was an everyday start. I ran them through some basic exercises and stretches, with a small demonstration at the end of what would be the end goal."
Let's toss in a bit of history of the gym. That seems professional and the sort of thing teachers talk about. The parents look interested at least. Hellfire, even Tsuyu's younger siblings couldn't seem to stop watching me. I am good at this shit.
"As you well know, Knuckledown gym is one of the few privately owned Category 2 areas! For the younger ones, a Category 2 area means that Quirk Use is allowed within that area with a certified Quirk Specialist. We have five trained and licensed Quirk Specialists who are ready, willing, and experienced to help train Quirks!"-This was fun. I was getting into this. Let's remind the parents WHY Knuckledown gym is the best even compared to our competitors- "Unique to us is that we have a staggered system of development. Most other places, such as Quirk Quark Gyms, immediately focus on Quirks first. We, however, believe in a different philosophy! We focus on the fundamentals first! Training and honing these skills, only when we are satisfied with the level that they have achieved will we begin incorporating Quirks."
Lowering my voice, I sighed dramatically."Some families disagreed with our methods, complaining that it would take too long and that we had falsely advertised. Others disagreed with… certain qualities that some of our coaches and students had."-I kept my wince hidden as I saw Izuku and Tsuyu flinch slightly. While Quirk discrimination was known in manga, in the past six months of hunting down Wild Side, I had discovered that there was a stigma against mutation Quirks too. It's a real shitty thing to know that even in the centuries following the 21st, discrimination is alive and well and still has as many varieties as there are ice cream flavors-"In the coming months, they would withdraw until only a few were left."
And now to start praising the kids. They were honestly real good kids and I'd find it easy to praise them, but a performer caters to the audience and I'm a fucking cheap shill who wants them coming back for more. So prepare for cringe.
"I will admit," I turned my back to them dramatically, "I almost cancelled the class. It had become a tad bit smaller than what I was used to. But they convinced me to not give up on them. How could I when they didn't give up on the class? And so we embarked on a journey with our small crew! And what companions they were! Brave! Prompt! Eager to learn and steadfast in their belief, they came, they saw, and they conquered!"
I have no idea why the parents began laughing, but I must be doing something right.
Whirling around, I clapped my hands and sweeped my arm out to point at all of my students in one motion, "And they thrived with this small class setting! In six months, your children have gone through what would usually be a two year course to become Knuckledown's third batch of Advanced level Traceurs!"
Time to begin summing up everything right before the wrap up. Just like a conclusion on an english paper. BOwing slightly, I gave the appearance of thanking the families as I said, "We may be a small and upcoming gym, but our courses are difficult and challenging. We train the basics until it becomes second nature and then we train it to the point where it becomes as natural as breathing. Then we begin tossing in the difficulty of Quirks."
Straightening myself, I pointed at each of my students, an unspoken signal for them to stand up and begin lining up in front of me. I waited until they lined up before continuing, "Today was their first time using their quirks in conjunction with their training and while they may have… flubbed the rules a bit, their skills are top-notch!"
Also their mindreading skills. I was thinking about how cool it'd be for them to just start lining up and then they did that. I take full credit for my accidental win.
Walking in front of them, I addressed them directly, "Individually, all of you did well, " I raised a finger to point straight up into the air, "However, it was with your teamwork that you became the first to win the Game of Tag!"-I then deadpanned-" Trademarked by Knuckledown Gyms, accept no substitutes"-before resuming my speechifying-" So I am proud to give you all the group prize as mentioned earlier," I reached into my back pocket to pull out five envelopes, "While I have no medals nor trophies, I hope you will find these envelopes of money as a consolation prize.Now will--"
*
When you've bungled all your bangles and your loved ones have been mangled, listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsy tambourine.*
Snaking my hang to fish out my phone, I winced when I saw that the caller ID was Twangy Bitch. Bowing to the family, I hurried to hide behind a container as I shouted, "Sorry, I have to take this."
Accepting the call, I snarled, "I'm at the gra--
"Where the hell are you!?" Tamao cut me off with a shout, "Your train leaves in fifteen minutes!"
"What!?" I asked, confused. I kept track of time! I still had time to spare, "It leaves at 7:15! I have time!"
She shot back, "It's 7:00 right now!"
"No, it's not!" I snapped, checking the time on my phone, "It's… 7:00 right now."
"Why are you repeating what I said!?" Tamao shrieked, uncharacteristically in a panic, "Have you lost track of time!? You did, didn't you!I've been reminding you for days now about this trip and you forgot! I spent so much time and effort planning this shit and you just fucking FORGOT!"
Ah shit, I am such a mess, fuck shit okay. Walking back to the gathering, I rambled, "Okay, fuck, shit. I'm sorry! I have to pack my--"
"Soga's already raided your apartment and packed your bags with you! We have them and we're waiting at the station for you! I'm going to try and stall! Get your ass down here ASAP!" Then there was a long beep as she hung up on me.
Bowing to the families and my students, I apologized in a rambling mess, "Sorry! So sorry! I'm late for my train," shoving the envelopes into Izuku's hands, I rushed out of there, shouting over my shoulder,"There's the prizes! Each one has a name with a personalized letter written on it! Take your time and enjoy the food, somebody will come by to close down! Sayonara!"
"Have a nice trip, Mr. Tobita!" somebody called out after me. I didn't bother turning around to see who. I was fucking late. The thought was appreciated though.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Ran through my mind as I stretched my arms to grapple myself onto the roof of the Gym and began running towards Tatooin station. Why am I such a mess of a human being!? Everything's a chaotic mess, I have no control, and it's all my fault for not following the plan. I hope this isn't going to set the tone for how Naruhata's going to go down!
It was always a rush to freerun. Even in my old life, when I didn't have the hacks power of Elasticity, I loved doing it. Sure, it may have inadvertently led to my death at the tender age of 22, but as my generation would say, YOLO. But it was even more of a rush now.
While I couldn't bound over an entire building, I could still jump pretty high with my elastic body. And let's just say that fall damage is a moot point also. Was I completely abusing my Quirk? Yes. Was it illegal?
...Only slightly, surprisingly.
Technically, public quirk use was still illegal for me. I may have been a certified Quirk specialist, but it only meant that I could use my Quirk in the areas that I was licensed in or if I was training somebody in a public space such as a park. And if it was the second one, there was a ton of paperwork involved. There was a loophole though. Mutation Quirks. And who remembers what my 'official Quirk' was? That's right. Rubberman. ...I really have to stop talking to myself. It's a bad habit from making videos.
What the fuck do I care!? I'm free!
Letting out a loud whoop, I ran, hopping from building to building. When they got too tall,I slid down street level and weaved through the crowds until I found an alleyway between two buildings of similar height. Then I bounded up, wall jumping like I was Mario. Reaching the top, I ran forward and hip, hop, and hoorayed into a twisting somersault onto the next building, landing into a roll and began building hopping once more. Hell yeah! I love this so much! I wish I could use Elasticity for the cooler tricks, but Rubberman was still fun!
"Halt, citizen! Public Quirk use is for--" a familiar voice shouted before cutting itself off with a groan, "Is that you again Tobita!?"
Getting up from a roll, I did a small hop to run backward slightly and waved, "Sup Kamui!"
"You know that you aren't supposed to use your Quirk," the Wood Hero, Kamui Wood sighed, covering his sentai-like mask with a hand even as he ran alongside next to me, hopping in tandem with me
"Technically, I have a mutation Quirk," I grinned, stretching my cheeks out to prove a point. "So I have special permission. Unless you want to pull me over again? Oh no! Should I file a Quirk discrimination complaint? I can't imagine your firm would be happy about that."
Kamui Woods. He's a nice hero who specializes in capture and containment. We weren't friends by any means, but we did have a sort of… rapport going on. One where he'd try and tell me not to use my Quirk in freerunning and one where I'd toe the line in using my Quirk.
"You and I both know that you're stretching that part of the law!" Kamui groaned. Then his voice took a malicious lilt as he said, "Also wall."
"Wal-" I asked before tripping over one. Tumbling through the air, I quickly oriented myself and shot a hand up to grab a ledge, grappling my way back up. Resuming my run, I glared, "That was a dick move."
"And that's a misdemeanor. While mutation Quirks are allowed within reason, that was a clear case of active use," Kamui grinned, passing me a ticket as we jumped in tandem to the next building.
"That's not fair!" I whined, grabbing the ticket and shoving it into my pocket. It was a paltry fine of 2000 yen anyways. It was part of the little game we played, "You're not supposed to be clever. And what about civilian endangerment!? That was clearly civilian endangerment"
"That argument would work if one of your videos wasn't of you jumping down a seven story building," Kamui smirked as he ran away, the fucking coward. Granted, I was already at the intersection before Musutafu, so I wouldn't run with him any longer, but he's still a coward.
Wait. Seven story building video! Hah! Kamui Woods watches my videos! I am so going to bring that up next time I meet him. Speaking of which. I hopped off the building I was on, doing a backflip for the heck of it to land onto the horizontal beam of a traffic light in a three point landing.
*Brrr* Always a weird sensation to have your entire body shiver like jello or a cartoon character to disperse the shock of landing. Standing up, I spread my arms as I balance-beam walked to slide down a pole to be immediately swarmed by three teenagers in school uniforms.
"Yo! It's the Rubberman!" the lion-maned one shouted in excitement.
"Smile!" his friend shouted, making a rectangle with his hands. Must be a recording Quirk, "I'm getting this on film!"
Ah, the price of being the star of a Youtube channel with 1.2 million subscribers. You become a D-List celebrity. With fans! Did I say price? I meant perk.
"Who's the Rubberman?" the third person shouted, looking distinctly uncomfortable at his friends turning into insane weirdos. Don't worry. It's just my animal magnetism. Unavoidable really, with my amazingness.
"Dude! He's the freerunner guy! You know, the one from Knuckle Down Studios!?" the lion-headed one shouted as he posed next to me as his friend took a picture with his Quirk. Not noticing that I gave him bunny ears as he did so. After the picture was taken, he twirled around and gushed, "Hey, when's your next video coming out! Your last video said that the Fourth Tag Games was going to happen soon!"
"Soon!" I laughed, fluffing his amazingly fluffy mane, "In fact, we just finished filming. Want to hear a spoiler?"
"What?" the lion kid and his fellow fan shouted.
Leaning in close, I whispered, "I lose."
The looks on their faces. It was beautiful. At first, it was disappointment, then it became confusion, then it became awe as their little minds went wild with the possibilities of what happened in the video, "...Dude."
"Indeed," I grinned before crossing the street, "Anyways, I got to go. Ciao for now!"
There. That should get the social media ablazing with rampant fan theory. Advertising your videos is an important part of being a Youtuber. Controlled leaks are an important part of that process.
Wait, why am I patting myself on the back!? I'm a dumbass who's late!
Running through the checkpoint, I showed my ID and ticket and quickly made it to the train station, sliding in and posing victoriously, "Made it! And I have..." I shouted as I checked my phone, "And I have… seven minutes to spare."
"Good," a voice teeming with rage growled out from behind me, "Then you can give me six minutes so I can YELL at you!"
"Aw fuck," I sighed as I turned around to face Tamao. Oh shit, she was walking menacingly towards me. Walking backwards, I scratched the back of my head as I said, "Hi. You're looking great! Your eyepatch looks spiffy."
I immediately wanted to kill myself. Who the hell compliments an injury!?
"Thank you," she gritted out, "I chose a pink one today. I think it could do with some red highlights though!"
Most days I wonder how such a chill girl could be the daughter of a 100% no chill guy like Knucks. It's moments like these that remind me of their relationship.
"What were you fucking thinking!?" she shouted, You had weeks to prepare for this! You told us you wanted this trip to finish up the job, but do you plan anything!?"
"Uh…" I struggled to answer. The real answer was no. I mean I did all the hard work of finding clues and tracking them down. Me and Knucks had always depended on others to make the logistics work. In retrospect, a bad habit. Maybe I should've pitched in more. "Sorry?"
"No! You didn't!" Tamao stomped, throwing her hands up in the air, "You put it all on me! Dad's not going to do it! The trio are fucking idiots! Manami's fucking off in the Isle of Lesbos! I have to be the responsible one! I'm supposed to be the fun one! The irresponsible one! I go off and fucking play guitar! But I have to be the one who keeps everything off while you guys go gallivanting at night!"
"This is a bit public," I tried to toss out desperately before realizing that she didn't really care about it. As it was, the station was empty save for two train attendants who were wisely looking away.
"Now you're going off to Naruhata!" Tamao growled softly, lowering her voice so that only I could her. Poking my chest with each word, she continued, "Chasing down these people! No backup! Just fucking you and Koichi! Koichi hasn't done this shit in years! What the fuck are you going to do!?"
"I'll call? I'm still going to be in touch? Comms will still be a thing, so there's no need to worry, Tamao! It's not that far, I'm just going to Naruhata! You know, in Tokyo! It's just a two hour train ride from here," I tried to offer logic. Futile logic and probably shitty too, but I had no idea what to say. I just really wanted her to stop yelling and making me feel guilty about my ADHD planning.
"And that's supposed to make me feel better!?" Tamao growled, pinching and stretching my cheeks like a stress ball, "Two hours is a long ass time for us to send help or reinforcements or anything! Shit could happen in two hours!"
Twisting my face out of her grip, I rubbed my puffy cheeks. While they could stretch pretty far, it still hurt. I tried to placate her, "I'll be fine. I'm experienced."
That only made it worse. Scrunching up her fists, Tamao stomped around in a tight little circle, muttering to herself, "Just like dad! You don't think! You just see shit and then you run off and do something about it! Come back home with injuries and shit! Who's going to pull your ass out of the fire!?"
Looking around, I wondered why nobody was stopping us. Or how to tell Tamao to keep it private, "...Sorry? Also we're-"
"Damn right, you better be!" Tamao fumed, stomping away and screaming before whirling around, And! AND! Just fucking! Just.. FUCK! I'm going to go get some Calpico! Give me money!" She stuck her hand out.
I tossed my whole wallet at her. I'm a pansy ass bitch who doesn't want to get yelled at anymore."Here!"
"When I come back, you better have a concrete fucking plan on how you're doing this thing," Tamao poked me in the chest repeatedly as she scowled, "Give me protocol. Show me that you have a better plan than just depending on us to save your ass. And don't give me any bullshit about winging it. I want a fucking plan. If not, we're canceling this shit."
Then she left. Looking around, I found Knucks, hiding in the shadows and sitting on top of a suitcase. Walking quickly to him, I almost got down to my knees as I beseeched him, "Help me."
"Don't look at me," Knucks shrugged, "I said recon only. Every time you went out, I told you, kid."
I despaired for a bit before I realized something important. The asshole! Pointing at him accusingly, I shouted, "That's why you kept on saying it! You were covering your ass!"
His eyes crinkled a bit as he smiled smugly, "A bit," Then in a sudden move that caught me by surprise, he placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing softly, "And also a bit because I was worried about you."
"...Wait really?" I froze a bit, kind of shocked at this admission. I mean I cared about the old fuck. I just didn't know he cared about me. It was nice though. He was… Somebody I could chat… with and… talk to and he taught me shit.. Okay, he's something to me. I don't want to put it into words even in my own head. It's weird.
""Yeah. I worry about you kid," he said, ruffling my head. ...It felt weirdly good, almost as if he was proud of me. I pulled it away before I could say anything weird, "This is going to be your first time by yourself. Really. Just by yourself without us to pull your ass out of the fire. Tamao's right about it being two hours away."
"...Yeah."
"I wish I could send the others with you, but they never trained for these kinds of ops. Not like you have," Knucks sighed, one hand rubbing at his eyepatch, "And as you two like to remind me, I'm an old fuck who can't do shit anymore."
"It's not that bad," I protested, "And uh... Sorry for causing your midlife crisis,"
He looked at me strangely before chuckling, "Don't be. Sure, I can't go out there and beat up assholes, but it's nice teaching kids to beat them up for me. Make my own little army of kiddos to beat up the assholes."
I rolled my eyes even as I grinned, "I'm glad you're happy, but for chrissake, don't say that in front of panels. Call it self defense at least."
"Ha. Whatever you say, kid," Knucks chuckled as he stood up to slide the suitcase over to me, "You got a plan on finding the Beastars? She's not wrong, you know. It was sheer luck that you even found that lead to Naruhata."
"Izuku has one," I replied as I caught it,"In fact, he emailed me one. I haven't looked at it yet. Don't worry. I framed it as a hypothetical. Asked him what would be the best way to track someone who can erase their tracks perfectly."
"Heh. Smart kid," he agreed.
We stood in companionable silence, watching Tamao argue with the kiosk owner. Eventually, Knucks said softly, "You don't have to do this, kid."
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to relax.I tried to smile and keep an upbeat persona. But sometimes the sad things, the heavy things just built up and when I remembered them… I felt heavy.
I sighed, "Teruo's still an eel kaiju out with the Oki Mariners. He's gettin better, but it's been half a year and he still can't talk. Rapt ended up in the hospital, pulling my ass out of a firefight with them. And Mongoose Habuko is still in rehab because of Wild Side."
"The first two I can handle. I don't like it, but I can handle it. They're adults. They knew the risks and what they were signing up for. But Mongoose. Mongoose was just a kid. She was just some dumb kid who wanted to get a video of Gentle and got hurt," looking up, I spoke my resolve, "They not only hurt our people, they hurt a kid. A kid I knew and taught. Maybe it's selfish of me to only get angry after someone I personally knew got hurt. I mean kids are always getting hurt by gangs and drugs. Age isn't a barrier and all that stupid jazz. But I'm fucking pissed at them, so I'm hunting the Beastars and I'm putting them down. Hard."
"...Nothing wrong about being selfish. So long as you do what's right," Knucks agreed before patting my back heavily, "Stay safe out there. Don't do anything I would."
Sensing the conversation ending, I gave him a one armed hug, "Thanks, Knucks. I'll try my best."
Then I let go immediately. That's enough awkwardness. Besides, Tamao would probably give me shit for treating her dad like a… weird mentor thing. Speaking of the devil, she's drinking Strawberry Calpico. And she didn't even buy me one.
Tossing me my wallet, she wiped her mouth as she asked, much more calmly now, "So what's the fucking plan?"
Opening my wallet, I scowled as I realized she took twice as much as she needed for the Calpico out of it. Pouting as I closed it, I gave a petty answer,"I go in and punch shit."
Tamao turned on her heel, whipping out her phone and dialing into it, "...Hello? Ah yes! I'd like to cancel a trip. My friend has come down with a sudden case of--"
"Okay, okay!" I rolled my eyes as I stretched my arm to steal the phone, "Fine! I'm going to go in and find problem spots. Warehouses, gatherings, that kind of thing. It'll be nightly patrols that I'll stay on comms for," Looking down at the phone to hang up the call, I sighed as I saw that she hadn't actually called anyone, but instead pulled up a meme, "Really?
A fucking minions meme? In the 23rd century?"
"You introduced me to them," Tamao smirked unapologetically.
Tossing her phone to her, I scowled when she caught it one handed without even fumbling it, looking like a cool bitch. I continued my explanation, "When I find a place packing heat, I'll call in the cops, soften up the mooks before they come, and then I'm out as soon as I hear sirens. Hellfire, I'll even wear the stupid GPS tracker."
"Promise not to fight any boss-tiers?" Tamao asked, sticking out her pinkie finger.
Twirling mine with her, I raised my other hand in a scout sign and vowed, "I won't throw the first punch at them."
"...I see your wordy bullshit." Tamao said after a calculating stare.
Smiling angelically, I grinned, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Just stay safe, asshole," Tamao sighed, hugging me softly.
Patting her on the back, I nodded, "I will."
Ain't that kind of fucked up? My-- Danjuro's family disowned him and so my. His. Our closest thing to family was our coworkers. This on top of my decade long identity crisis. One of these days I will--
"The train will now be leaving," the intercom announced.
Fucking have a functioning sense of time. Twisting out of Tamao's embrace, I dragged my suitcase wildly as I shouted, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! STOP THE TRAIN! STOP THE TRAIN!"
AN:
So that's chapter 4
All the preliminary chapters DONE! Now for more timeskips. Sorry, I write what interests me and while I could force myself to write in all the investigation bits, I'm more interested in character interactions and fight scenes and chase scenes. I am SO looking forward to it. Also I have calculus and exams and papers so fuck me running. Anyways, please comment! I THRIVE on comments for inspiration!
Goals for this chapter was to establish how and why Knuckledown Gyms is still popular despite being small, show off that Gentle is STILL a Youtuber, albeit a much more successful one. I know that Heros are a thing, but you have to admit that parkour videos would be cool to watch! And with a better support group in the form of the Naruhata Vigilante Gang and a certification to do it, the quality of videos would be much better. This Gentle wouldn't even have to deal with Youtube striking his channel since all of his videos are legal and just parkour videos along with some instructions and weird Let's Plays of old ass 21st century games.
Maybe in the future, I'll go back and write some omakes that better establish the class and maybe even talk about the crack pairing I made for Manami. Or talk about making the Youtube Channel and elaborate on some Slice of Life stuffWho knows! Maybe if you guys show enough interest I'll write these sidestories. Or you could write them and I'll add them to the apocrypha. IDK, it feels fun. I'm writing this for fun and I hope you guys have fun with it too.
As before, BIG thanks to
@Sydonai for helping edit!
