- Location
- Argentina
I am now just waiting for fem!Deku, as DarkLord said...
Smuggler's Run (My Hero Academia SI)
- Thread starter Wombatman
- Start date
- Location
- Indiana
Don't hold your breath on that one.
Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
Camie gonna get her ass handed to her if she tries to take Toga's mam
Chapter 7
- Location
- Indiana
Day one of highschool, here we go! I slept well last night, got a good western breakfast on my way out of the dorms, and only nearly tripped over my own two feet on my way to the classroom.
We're sitting in homeroom now, waiting for our teacher to show up and do whatever it is they do.
"Hey, Han, did you hear any of that?" Inasa says from where he's leaning against my desk chatting with a tall blond boy I recognize from the recommended exam.
"Hm? Naw, I was spaced dude, sorry." I grin sheepishly, scratching at the back of my head.
"It's nothing big. Yoarashi-kun and I were just discussing Quirks, and I asked about yours." The blond student says, reaching up to adjust the oddly-shaped sunglasses on top of his head.
"Oh, Matsuhita Shouhei, by the way. Nice to meet you." The now named Matsuhita says, extending his hand to shake.
I turn in my seat and take it, shaking his hand and pulling away with a loop of white thread encircling my wrist.
"That's my Quirk, Thread. It lets me extend and control threads from my hands and feet, but I get pins and needles if I use it too much." He says, retracting the thread back into his fingertip.
"Do you include light bondage in all your introductions? Or am I just special?" I deadpan, and the sight of Matsuhita flushing red up to the tips of his ears warms my semi-dead heart.
"You had better not be special, otherwise I might have to cut someone." Himiko chirps as she wraps her arms around my neck and leans against me.
"Nice of you to join us hon, what took you?" I ask as Inasa sniggers at Matsuhita's poleaxed expression.
"Was doing my hair, see?" Himiko says, pointing to the actually neat buns on either side of her head.
"So, Han, what's your Quirk?" Mitsuhita asks, a thread moving and tying itself in knots as he speaks.
"Oh, it's a storage Quirk. Lets me store any object that isn't alive or perishable that doesn't outweigh me or push the total weight of what I've got stored over my weight. It's pretty useful with the right gear." I say, storing and retrieving a pencil as demonstration.
"Wow, that's pretty cool. Y'know, I saw you do that thing during the recommended exam, where you shot Steamline in the-"
"Okay pump the brakes stop right there no more needs said!" I interrupt, and Mitsuhita's grin spreads from ear to ear as he hops off the desk he had been perched on and leers over me.
"That's really unnerving, could you please not?" I squeak as Toga leers back at the other student.
"No promises!" He chuckles, grin widening even further as he leans back.
"Alright maggots! In your seats!" A stern voice barks, and at once the class is in their seats facing the front of the room.
Captain Cruiser stands in the doorway, several folders full of what looks like paperwork in his hand.
"Well that was exemplary! Not a wasted movement among you! That's what I'd like to say, if it weren't for the fact all twenty of you were sloppier than a fast food cheeseburger!" The Captain bellows again, jaw clenched from stress.
"My name is Captain Cruiser, but as of today I'm also Saikawa Ryoga, your homeroom teacher. You can call me Captain, Cruiser-sensei, or Saikawa-sensei, but anything else and I'll have you running laps around this institution quicker than you can correct yourself!"
"Now, today's your orientation. I'm going to guide you through the building like good little ducklings, you're going to meet your support designer, get the general layout of the building, and fill out some paperwork for me, understood?" He growls, and I begin to feel like these are going to be a very loud three years.
"But, before all that, I need you all to fill out these forms for costumes and support gear."
"Hey, you must be Matsuda." I say, nodding my head to the plain faced boy in front of me
"You must be Shishida-san then. It's nice to meet you." He says, bowing low.
"I hope that we benefit from each other over these next three years!" He says, smiling happily.
"Same here. Man, you support course guys get some crazy toys, don't you?" I ask, eyeballing some of the more expensive looking pieces of machinery.
"Yeah, we do. It's almost scary how much we have to work with…" Matsuda says, smile transitioning into a nervous grin.
"So, I've got some ideas I want to throw at you for costume and equipment ideas, and the majority of them end in an explosion." He says, pointing at the paper I'd been told to fill out by Captain Cruiser.
"Oh, Matsuda, my man, I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership." I smirk, wrapping an arm around my newfound friends shoulders.
Lunch is a crowded affair, everyone shuffling through the cafeteria's lines in disorganized groups. My friends and I get ourselves situated at a table near a window, Rap-chan having latched on the moment we were out of the support classroom.
"So, fun fact. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at what they get for lunch." Rap-chan remarks, gesturing to the trays on the table.
"Oh yeah? How so?" I ask, eyes narrowed at his claim.
"Alright, like, Inasa-chan. Hot soba, lemonade, yakitori, and grapefruit. That's an athlete's meal, something that the kind of guy who gets out and exercises a lot eats." He says, gesturing to each item in turn.
"Pfft, that's basically a freebie. Anyone with one working eye and half a brain cell could tell you Inasa works out." Himiko snorts, picking at her own tray of food.
"Alright, then I'll critique your gastronomical choices then, Hicchan." Rappu says, voice just a bit too sweet.
"Green tea suggests that you're trying to be at least a little bit healthy, while the red velvet cake says that you have a sweet tooth loud and clear. The onigiri harken back to a simpler time, and the fact they're the salted salmon ones tell me you've got a bit of class to you as well. No clue what the pickled ginger means though."
"It means she's been stealing off my plate again, you little brat!" I yelp, noting the distinct lack of pickled ginger on my tray and snatching it back.
"Ah, young love. Now, Han-chan, let's do you next." Rap-chan sighs, and I groan in exasperation as my head bounces off the table between us.
"That phrasing is wrong on so many levels." I grumble, pulling my forehead off the table.
"Oh but I think it's oh so right. Anyhow, let's start with your drink. Cold brew coffee, a pile of various pickled vegetables, a mound of fries that I watched you violate with copious amounts of malt vinegar not a moment ago, and a bowl of fluffy white rice. The vinegar fries and pickled veggies suggest that you like foods just as sour and salty as your personality, while the rice suggest you like things simple and straightforward. The fact you're drinking coffee blacker than Endeavor's soul tells me you either hate yourself or have some of the world's oddest acquired tastes." Rap-chan finishes, smirking like the cat that ate the canary.
"I'm not that sour and salty, am I?" I ask, looking to my girlfriend and best friend for confirmation.
"You're not that bad, Han-kun." Himiko says, patting my arm caringly.
"You've never seen you on a losing streak playing Tekken, have you?" Inasa smiles around a mouthful of soba, eyes glittering with mischief.
"...man, fuck you." I laugh, going back to eating my meal as the rest of the table laughs with me.
Dinner that night is another mess, all the different classes and all the different years mingling together in the shared living space conjoining the three buildings, with all the chaos and arguments that entails.
Inasa's too engrossed in his conversation with a second year to hear me calling his name, so Himiko and I trek up three floors and come out to the roof of the common area, the spring breeze just cold enough to make us do more than pick at our meals as we look out over the city, lights glittering like a sea of stars.
"Not too bad for our first day of highschool, huh?" I say, and Himiko giggles around a mouthful of fish, nodding as she leans into my side.
Yep, not bad at all.
"Scum. Absolute scum. What sort of fool does that, begging for mercy as they get purged from the world?" The young man sighs, the sound echoing around his skull-like helmet.
A gust of wind blows through the apartment, the pale white curtain on the windows fluttering as the fluorescent lights of the city below illuminate the dark purple bodysuit that covers the young man's form.
The apartment itself is ransacked, half-spheres of cracked clay covering all but one single corner of the living room.
"Honestly, you weren't even worth the effort." The young man growls before stepping toward the single exposed corner of the room. His body slowly dissolves in tendrils of smoke, and blood drips from the serrated knife held in his hand.
We're sitting in homeroom now, waiting for our teacher to show up and do whatever it is they do.
"Hey, Han, did you hear any of that?" Inasa says from where he's leaning against my desk chatting with a tall blond boy I recognize from the recommended exam.
"Hm? Naw, I was spaced dude, sorry." I grin sheepishly, scratching at the back of my head.
"It's nothing big. Yoarashi-kun and I were just discussing Quirks, and I asked about yours." The blond student says, reaching up to adjust the oddly-shaped sunglasses on top of his head.
"Oh, Matsuhita Shouhei, by the way. Nice to meet you." The now named Matsuhita says, extending his hand to shake.
I turn in my seat and take it, shaking his hand and pulling away with a loop of white thread encircling my wrist.
"That's my Quirk, Thread. It lets me extend and control threads from my hands and feet, but I get pins and needles if I use it too much." He says, retracting the thread back into his fingertip.
"Do you include light bondage in all your introductions? Or am I just special?" I deadpan, and the sight of Matsuhita flushing red up to the tips of his ears warms my semi-dead heart.
"You had better not be special, otherwise I might have to cut someone." Himiko chirps as she wraps her arms around my neck and leans against me.
"Nice of you to join us hon, what took you?" I ask as Inasa sniggers at Matsuhita's poleaxed expression.
"Was doing my hair, see?" Himiko says, pointing to the actually neat buns on either side of her head.
"So, Han, what's your Quirk?" Mitsuhita asks, a thread moving and tying itself in knots as he speaks.
"Oh, it's a storage Quirk. Lets me store any object that isn't alive or perishable that doesn't outweigh me or push the total weight of what I've got stored over my weight. It's pretty useful with the right gear." I say, storing and retrieving a pencil as demonstration.
"Wow, that's pretty cool. Y'know, I saw you do that thing during the recommended exam, where you shot Steamline in the-"
"Okay pump the brakes stop right there no more needs said!" I interrupt, and Mitsuhita's grin spreads from ear to ear as he hops off the desk he had been perched on and leers over me.
"That's really unnerving, could you please not?" I squeak as Toga leers back at the other student.
"No promises!" He chuckles, grin widening even further as he leans back.
"Alright maggots! In your seats!" A stern voice barks, and at once the class is in their seats facing the front of the room.
Captain Cruiser stands in the doorway, several folders full of what looks like paperwork in his hand.
"Well that was exemplary! Not a wasted movement among you! That's what I'd like to say, if it weren't for the fact all twenty of you were sloppier than a fast food cheeseburger!" The Captain bellows again, jaw clenched from stress.
"My name is Captain Cruiser, but as of today I'm also Saikawa Ryoga, your homeroom teacher. You can call me Captain, Cruiser-sensei, or Saikawa-sensei, but anything else and I'll have you running laps around this institution quicker than you can correct yourself!"
"Now, today's your orientation. I'm going to guide you through the building like good little ducklings, you're going to meet your support designer, get the general layout of the building, and fill out some paperwork for me, understood?" He growls, and I begin to feel like these are going to be a very loud three years.
"But, before all that, I need you all to fill out these forms for costumes and support gear."
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"Hey, you must be Matsuda." I say, nodding my head to the plain faced boy in front of me
"You must be Shishida-san then. It's nice to meet you." He says, bowing low.
"I hope that we benefit from each other over these next three years!" He says, smiling happily.
"Same here. Man, you support course guys get some crazy toys, don't you?" I ask, eyeballing some of the more expensive looking pieces of machinery.
"Yeah, we do. It's almost scary how much we have to work with…" Matsuda says, smile transitioning into a nervous grin.
"So, I've got some ideas I want to throw at you for costume and equipment ideas, and the majority of them end in an explosion." He says, pointing at the paper I'd been told to fill out by Captain Cruiser.
"Oh, Matsuda, my man, I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership." I smirk, wrapping an arm around my newfound friends shoulders.
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Lunch is a crowded affair, everyone shuffling through the cafeteria's lines in disorganized groups. My friends and I get ourselves situated at a table near a window, Rap-chan having latched on the moment we were out of the support classroom.
"So, fun fact. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at what they get for lunch." Rap-chan remarks, gesturing to the trays on the table.
"Oh yeah? How so?" I ask, eyes narrowed at his claim.
"Alright, like, Inasa-chan. Hot soba, lemonade, yakitori, and grapefruit. That's an athlete's meal, something that the kind of guy who gets out and exercises a lot eats." He says, gesturing to each item in turn.
"Pfft, that's basically a freebie. Anyone with one working eye and half a brain cell could tell you Inasa works out." Himiko snorts, picking at her own tray of food.
"Alright, then I'll critique your gastronomical choices then, Hicchan." Rappu says, voice just a bit too sweet.
"Green tea suggests that you're trying to be at least a little bit healthy, while the red velvet cake says that you have a sweet tooth loud and clear. The onigiri harken back to a simpler time, and the fact they're the salted salmon ones tell me you've got a bit of class to you as well. No clue what the pickled ginger means though."
"It means she's been stealing off my plate again, you little brat!" I yelp, noting the distinct lack of pickled ginger on my tray and snatching it back.
"Ah, young love. Now, Han-chan, let's do you next." Rap-chan sighs, and I groan in exasperation as my head bounces off the table between us.
"That phrasing is wrong on so many levels." I grumble, pulling my forehead off the table.
"Oh but I think it's oh so right. Anyhow, let's start with your drink. Cold brew coffee, a pile of various pickled vegetables, a mound of fries that I watched you violate with copious amounts of malt vinegar not a moment ago, and a bowl of fluffy white rice. The vinegar fries and pickled veggies suggest that you like foods just as sour and salty as your personality, while the rice suggest you like things simple and straightforward. The fact you're drinking coffee blacker than Endeavor's soul tells me you either hate yourself or have some of the world's oddest acquired tastes." Rap-chan finishes, smirking like the cat that ate the canary.
"I'm not that sour and salty, am I?" I ask, looking to my girlfriend and best friend for confirmation.
"You're not that bad, Han-kun." Himiko says, patting my arm caringly.
"You've never seen you on a losing streak playing Tekken, have you?" Inasa smiles around a mouthful of soba, eyes glittering with mischief.
"...man, fuck you." I laugh, going back to eating my meal as the rest of the table laughs with me.
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Dinner that night is another mess, all the different classes and all the different years mingling together in the shared living space conjoining the three buildings, with all the chaos and arguments that entails.
Inasa's too engrossed in his conversation with a second year to hear me calling his name, so Himiko and I trek up three floors and come out to the roof of the common area, the spring breeze just cold enough to make us do more than pick at our meals as we look out over the city, lights glittering like a sea of stars.
"Not too bad for our first day of highschool, huh?" I say, and Himiko giggles around a mouthful of fish, nodding as she leans into my side.
Yep, not bad at all.
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person
"Scum. Absolute scum. What sort of fool does that, begging for mercy as they get purged from the world?" The young man sighs, the sound echoing around his skull-like helmet.
A gust of wind blows through the apartment, the pale white curtain on the windows fluttering as the fluorescent lights of the city below illuminate the dark purple bodysuit that covers the young man's form.
The apartment itself is ransacked, half-spheres of cracked clay covering all but one single corner of the living room.
"Honestly, you weren't even worth the effort." The young man growls before stepping toward the single exposed corner of the room. His body slowly dissolves in tendrils of smoke, and blood drips from the serrated knife held in his hand.
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Bet you weren't expecting this, were you?
slenderman1942
Jungle Tyrant
- Location
- Home
I'm not sure who the villain at the end is, but looks like we have our first antagonist.
Also, the morse code reads, "Do or do not there is no try"
Also, the morse code reads, "Do or do not there is no try"
- Location
- Finland
Hahhaaa, I'm not sure if she's joking
Oh? A pseudo-Stain?
- Location
- Singapore
And yes, I said it twice
- Location
- Indiana
please don't double post. The edit button is your friend.
Ozymandias
I HATE
From what we've seen, this villain has absolutely nothing in common with the Punisher. What are you even talking about.
Chapter 8
- Location
- Indiana
Our first month of highschool flies by, and dorm life at Shiketsu settles into a casual rhythm. I get to know my classmates a bit more, the dorms get a set rotation of who does what chores on what day, and of course mischief occurs.
"Oy! Shishida! Open up you bastard!" Someone yells as they pound on my door, and I can tell from the way my door looks about ready to snap off its hinges it's Takenaka.
I get up from my computer and open the door, looking up to meet eyes with the panda-like student. Takenaka is big, and even among the teachers only Saikawa-sensei is taller and broader than him.
"Takenaka-kun, how can I help you?" I ask, one eyebrow cocked. Takenaka and I get on rather well normally, often exchanging tips on weapon forms during heroics classes.
"Someone took the steak sandwich I was saving, and Matsushita said it was you that took it. It wasn't you, was it?" He leers, stooping down to glare at me over the sunglasses perched on his muzzle.
"Takenaka-kun, I guarantee you it wasn't me. Matsushita probably ate it himself and pinned the blame on me." I say, sweat rolling down the back of my neck in fat droplets. I may not be the guilty party here, but Takenaka still scares the hell out of me.
"Fuffuffuffuffu, one problem with that, Shishida." Matsushita says, stepping out from behind Takenaka with that shit-eating grin on his face.
"I'm a vegetarian, you see." He says, pointing to himself.
"So that means you were the one who took my sandwich." Takenaka growls, ursine lips peeling back to reveal razor-sharp teeth.
"...one moment please." I say, sliding myself between Takenaka's bulk and the door frame out into the hall, bolting up the stairwell.
I return moments later, dragging a copy of me dressed in a pair of pink sweatpants and a too-tight tanktop with part of a steak sandwich hanging from "his" mouth.
"...you're shitting me." Matsushita says, ever-present grin disappearing into a look of shock as the face and body shape of my copy melt way to reveal Himiko.
"Shorry?" She says around the sandwich, a sheepish look on her face.
"Aw, man, I can't hit a girl!" Takenaka groans, paw-like hands pulling at the sides of his face.
"Hitting a girl is totally not manly...and since I got all worked up because of you…" Takenaka growls, wheeling around to face Matsushita, one furry fist cocked back
"Prick!" He yells, slugging the shorter boy and sending him horizontal.
"Now, what have we learned today?" I ask, looking down at my currently headlocked girlfriend.
"Shteal more food and get Matshushita beat up?" Himiko says, sandwich still held in her teeth and yellow eyes looking up at me plaintively.
"Only if you share." I say, pulling the sandwich out of her mouth and taking a bite of it.
"Oh, that's not bad at all!"
"Alright class, out of your seats and follow me! We've got a special class today!" Lawton-sensei says, clapping his suit-enclosed hands together to get our attention.
[Irradiator, real name Devin Lawton! Quirk: Nuclear force! Irradiator's Quirk allows him to release blasts of nuclear energy from his hands! Watch out though, because his Quirk makes him a walking reactor core!]
...thank you, internal monologue that sounds weirdly like Present Mic.
The cries of surprise as the class separates and steps into the locker rooms to change is deafening. In place of our normal black and red gym uniforms are costumes, our costumes, with our specialty support items alongside them.
I pick up one specific piece of equipment and test its weight in my hand, aiming it and slipping it into my smuggler's hold before popping it back out into my other hand.
"Christ, Shishida, you hoping to kill someone with that thing?" Ikeda says as Himura buckles and locks the back of his costume, a kevlar and ceramic plate already sitting between the exposed skin between the two cannons on his back.
"Nah, but maybe he'll shoot Steamline in the dick again." Inoue chirps as he fiddles with the myriad tubes covering his costume.
"Oh my god, can we please let that die already?" I groan, stowing away that particular toy in my smuggler's hold before suiting up and hefting my primary weapon onto my shoulder.
"Quit your yapping and get ready, fucking losers!" Fujimi snaps from his spot in the corner of the locker room. He's already suited and booted, and shoots everyone one of his trademark scowls before stomping out of the locker room.
"See y'all out there!" I say, waving as I follow behind the local bad-boy, heading for the observation room.
"Yo, Shishida! I see you upgraded from that crappy mallet the support guys made you!" Takenaka says as he leans on the wall next to me.
"Yeah, it's a real treat, isn't it?" I say, admiring the heft of the sledgehammer in my hands. Black metal, with a crowbar at the opposite end from the head. A true work of art, simple but effective.
"I see you're still using that bokuto, huh? You're a real sword enthusiast, aren't you?" I ask, gesturing to the wooden katana hanging from the taller boy's belt loop.
"Yeah, my big bro Ryu gave it to me when he found out I got into Shiketsu. Told me it was a memento of his days as a delinquent, and that it would bring me good luck, y'know?" He says, drawing and admiring the wooden blade.
"You've mentioned your brother a couple times now. What's he like?" I ask, watching idly as people slowly begin to trickle out of the locker rooms.
"He's not my biological brother, actually. He runs a group home for troubled kids, mostly ones that came from bad homes or couldn't get adopted through the normal system. They're all family though, y'know? I've got tons of siblings, none of them blood. Most of them are Quirkless, cause the world is cruel like that and refuses to give people a chance just because they don't have a special power. My folks were villains, and nobody wanted to adopt the kid who would no doubt be a villain, yeah?" He says, eyes going hard.
"I wasn't given a chance until Ryu came along. I remember seeing him for the first time, wandering around the orphanage in that goofy leisure suit, hobbling around on his crutches. He used to be a hero, y'know? The Samurai Hero, Tokageroh. His Quirk made him kinda lizardy, and he could heal minor wounds in a snap, but I guess getting a leg ripped off was too much. From there he opened the group home, and the rest is history." He whispers, the hardness in his eyes fading as a small smile graces his ursine face and he slips his bokuto back into his belt loop.
"That's why I want to be a hero, to help people the same way my big bro did!" Takenaka says, stretching the muscles in his arms with a series of pops.
"Gee, I never thought a guy like you could be such a softie." Himiko says as she wanders over towards us. She's...oh boy, oh hello nurse! Or in this case, hello badass.
She's dressed in a loose but fitting bodysuit a bit like the one I'm wearing, just without the stab and bulletproof vest, with a set of gloves and what looks suspiciously like a utility belt around her waist.
"Yeah, aspiring to help people is hot-blooded as hell!" Inasa shouts as he jogs over to us, cape swishing behind him.
"Yo, guys, what's all the hubbub about?" Rap-chan says as he walks over to us. His hero costume is...certainly something.A bright pink headband covers his forehead, and a microphone is mounted on the side of his face, evidently leading to the set of speakers hanging over his shoulders like demented shoulderpads.
"Just talkin' about how Takenaka's actually just a big softie under all that badass and delinquent." I snipe, and the panda-like boy turns away, likely blushing.
"Nice, nice. Man, everyone's costumes look so cool! Check out what mine can do!" Rap-chan says before pulling out what seems like a small remote. He presses a button and a familiar beat begins to pump from the speakers.
"So, you were the vermin that was playing such absurdly loud music so late at night then?" Yoshida says, raising her scepter as a chill begins to fill the air.
"Whoa, save it for training! Today's a practical, and we'll be performing the scenario you've been studying for the past couple of weeks." Lawton-sensei says, stepping between Yoshida and Rap-chan.
"Wait, so we're actually doing The Breach?" Minami asks, one teal eyebrow disappearing into her armored helmet in confusion.
"Breach? What Breach?" Takenaka asks, looking deeply confused.
"The Breach is the scenario that Lawton-sensei has been having us study for the past three weeks you simpleton." Yoshida remarks coldly, staring at our group like we'd personally offended her.
Which, knowing her, we likely had.
"Oh, I didn't know it had a name." Takenaka says simply, brushing off Yoshida's cold disdain.
"Anyhow, the class will be split into ten teams of 2 and pitted against each other. There will be a villain team and a hero team, with the villain team aiming to break into the Headquarters, which will be defended by the heroes. After that the teams will switch. Now, I'll announce the teams and matchups." The nuclear hero says, holding up a clipboard for all to see.
"Team A, composed of Yoarashi Inasa and Fujimi Romero." Oh….bad idea. Those two get on like oil and water on a good day, much less a bad one.
"Team B, composed of Itou Ayane and Matsushita Shouhei." Matsushita moseys over toward the short girl, the deep red of his hero costume contrasting starkly to the white apron draped over her front.
"Team C, composed of Miyamoto Moriko and Yamaguchi Rikuto" The two green-clad girls let out a synchronized cheer before high-fiving, bright grins filling their faces.
"Team D, composed of Ikeda Gorou and Yamashita Sumiko." Those two...don't talk much, honestly, what with Ikeda being more upfront and Yamashita being more reserved.
"Team E, composed of Shishida Honda and Takenaka Takehiko." I look up and meet Takenaka's eyes, and both our faces split into grins.
"Team F, composed of Maki Yuuko and Himura Joru." The pair nod at each other politely, Himura adjusting the padded gloves on his hands.
"Team G, composed of Inoue Yoshi and Toga Himiko." The bubbly blue-haired boy smiles, and Himiko gives a cheerful wave to him from across the room.
"Team H, composed of Minami Sayaka and Suzuki Shinju." The muscular girl began laughing loudly before slapping her partner on the back, nearly sending the glittering boy flying.
"Team I, composed of Yoshida Rin and Nakahara Isamu." Nakahara began moving toward Yoshida, his long reptilian tail twitching in the air, only for Yoshida to turn up her nose at him.
"Team J, composed of Nakamura Rappu and Yamamoto Daiki." Rap-chan goes bounding over to the other boy and the two exchange fistbumps before beginning to talk quietly.
"First match is Team A VS Team H, with Team A taking the role of heroes for the first round." Lawton-sensei finishes, motioning for the hero team to go and get in their positions before giving the go ahead for the pair playing villain to get ready.
"The rest of you, be ready to analyze their strategies. We'll have a short discussion after each match, and declare an MVP based on that analysis."
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"Oy! Shishida! Open up you bastard!" Someone yells as they pound on my door, and I can tell from the way my door looks about ready to snap off its hinges it's Takenaka.
I get up from my computer and open the door, looking up to meet eyes with the panda-like student. Takenaka is big, and even among the teachers only Saikawa-sensei is taller and broader than him.
"Takenaka-kun, how can I help you?" I ask, one eyebrow cocked. Takenaka and I get on rather well normally, often exchanging tips on weapon forms during heroics classes.
"Someone took the steak sandwich I was saving, and Matsushita said it was you that took it. It wasn't you, was it?" He leers, stooping down to glare at me over the sunglasses perched on his muzzle.
"Takenaka-kun, I guarantee you it wasn't me. Matsushita probably ate it himself and pinned the blame on me." I say, sweat rolling down the back of my neck in fat droplets. I may not be the guilty party here, but Takenaka still scares the hell out of me.
"Fuffuffuffuffu, one problem with that, Shishida." Matsushita says, stepping out from behind Takenaka with that shit-eating grin on his face.
"I'm a vegetarian, you see." He says, pointing to himself.
"So that means you were the one who took my sandwich." Takenaka growls, ursine lips peeling back to reveal razor-sharp teeth.
"...one moment please." I say, sliding myself between Takenaka's bulk and the door frame out into the hall, bolting up the stairwell.
I return moments later, dragging a copy of me dressed in a pair of pink sweatpants and a too-tight tanktop with part of a steak sandwich hanging from "his" mouth.
"...you're shitting me." Matsushita says, ever-present grin disappearing into a look of shock as the face and body shape of my copy melt way to reveal Himiko.
"Shorry?" She says around the sandwich, a sheepish look on her face.
"Aw, man, I can't hit a girl!" Takenaka groans, paw-like hands pulling at the sides of his face.
"Hitting a girl is totally not manly...and since I got all worked up because of you…" Takenaka growls, wheeling around to face Matsushita, one furry fist cocked back
"Prick!" He yells, slugging the shorter boy and sending him horizontal.
"Now, what have we learned today?" I ask, looking down at my currently headlocked girlfriend.
"Shteal more food and get Matshushita beat up?" Himiko says, sandwich still held in her teeth and yellow eyes looking up at me plaintively.
"Only if you share." I say, pulling the sandwich out of her mouth and taking a bite of it.
"Oh, that's not bad at all!"
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Wednesday, May 7th, 2223
Wednesday, May 7th, 2223
"Alright class, out of your seats and follow me! We've got a special class today!" Lawton-sensei says, clapping his suit-enclosed hands together to get our attention.
[Irradiator, real name Devin Lawton! Quirk: Nuclear force! Irradiator's Quirk allows him to release blasts of nuclear energy from his hands! Watch out though, because his Quirk makes him a walking reactor core!]
...thank you, internal monologue that sounds weirdly like Present Mic.
The cries of surprise as the class separates and steps into the locker rooms to change is deafening. In place of our normal black and red gym uniforms are costumes, our costumes, with our specialty support items alongside them.
I pick up one specific piece of equipment and test its weight in my hand, aiming it and slipping it into my smuggler's hold before popping it back out into my other hand.
"Christ, Shishida, you hoping to kill someone with that thing?" Ikeda says as Himura buckles and locks the back of his costume, a kevlar and ceramic plate already sitting between the exposed skin between the two cannons on his back.
"Nah, but maybe he'll shoot Steamline in the dick again." Inoue chirps as he fiddles with the myriad tubes covering his costume.
"Oh my god, can we please let that die already?" I groan, stowing away that particular toy in my smuggler's hold before suiting up and hefting my primary weapon onto my shoulder.
"Quit your yapping and get ready, fucking losers!" Fujimi snaps from his spot in the corner of the locker room. He's already suited and booted, and shoots everyone one of his trademark scowls before stomping out of the locker room.
"See y'all out there!" I say, waving as I follow behind the local bad-boy, heading for the observation room.
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"Yo, Shishida! I see you upgraded from that crappy mallet the support guys made you!" Takenaka says as he leans on the wall next to me.
"Yeah, it's a real treat, isn't it?" I say, admiring the heft of the sledgehammer in my hands. Black metal, with a crowbar at the opposite end from the head. A true work of art, simple but effective.
"I see you're still using that bokuto, huh? You're a real sword enthusiast, aren't you?" I ask, gesturing to the wooden katana hanging from the taller boy's belt loop.
"Yeah, my big bro Ryu gave it to me when he found out I got into Shiketsu. Told me it was a memento of his days as a delinquent, and that it would bring me good luck, y'know?" He says, drawing and admiring the wooden blade.
"You've mentioned your brother a couple times now. What's he like?" I ask, watching idly as people slowly begin to trickle out of the locker rooms.
"He's not my biological brother, actually. He runs a group home for troubled kids, mostly ones that came from bad homes or couldn't get adopted through the normal system. They're all family though, y'know? I've got tons of siblings, none of them blood. Most of them are Quirkless, cause the world is cruel like that and refuses to give people a chance just because they don't have a special power. My folks were villains, and nobody wanted to adopt the kid who would no doubt be a villain, yeah?" He says, eyes going hard.
"I wasn't given a chance until Ryu came along. I remember seeing him for the first time, wandering around the orphanage in that goofy leisure suit, hobbling around on his crutches. He used to be a hero, y'know? The Samurai Hero, Tokageroh. His Quirk made him kinda lizardy, and he could heal minor wounds in a snap, but I guess getting a leg ripped off was too much. From there he opened the group home, and the rest is history." He whispers, the hardness in his eyes fading as a small smile graces his ursine face and he slips his bokuto back into his belt loop.
"That's why I want to be a hero, to help people the same way my big bro did!" Takenaka says, stretching the muscles in his arms with a series of pops.
"Gee, I never thought a guy like you could be such a softie." Himiko says as she wanders over towards us. She's...oh boy, oh hello nurse! Or in this case, hello badass.
She's dressed in a loose but fitting bodysuit a bit like the one I'm wearing, just without the stab and bulletproof vest, with a set of gloves and what looks suspiciously like a utility belt around her waist.
"Yeah, aspiring to help people is hot-blooded as hell!" Inasa shouts as he jogs over to us, cape swishing behind him.
"Yo, guys, what's all the hubbub about?" Rap-chan says as he walks over to us. His hero costume is...certainly something.A bright pink headband covers his forehead, and a microphone is mounted on the side of his face, evidently leading to the set of speakers hanging over his shoulders like demented shoulderpads.
"Just talkin' about how Takenaka's actually just a big softie under all that badass and delinquent." I snipe, and the panda-like boy turns away, likely blushing.
"Nice, nice. Man, everyone's costumes look so cool! Check out what mine can do!" Rap-chan says before pulling out what seems like a small remote. He presses a button and a familiar beat begins to pump from the speakers.
"So, you were the vermin that was playing such absurdly loud music so late at night then?" Yoshida says, raising her scepter as a chill begins to fill the air.
"Whoa, save it for training! Today's a practical, and we'll be performing the scenario you've been studying for the past couple of weeks." Lawton-sensei says, stepping between Yoshida and Rap-chan.
"Wait, so we're actually doing The Breach?" Minami asks, one teal eyebrow disappearing into her armored helmet in confusion.
"Breach? What Breach?" Takenaka asks, looking deeply confused.
"The Breach is the scenario that Lawton-sensei has been having us study for the past three weeks you simpleton." Yoshida remarks coldly, staring at our group like we'd personally offended her.
Which, knowing her, we likely had.
"Oh, I didn't know it had a name." Takenaka says simply, brushing off Yoshida's cold disdain.
"Anyhow, the class will be split into ten teams of 2 and pitted against each other. There will be a villain team and a hero team, with the villain team aiming to break into the Headquarters, which will be defended by the heroes. After that the teams will switch. Now, I'll announce the teams and matchups." The nuclear hero says, holding up a clipboard for all to see.
"Team A, composed of Yoarashi Inasa and Fujimi Romero." Oh….bad idea. Those two get on like oil and water on a good day, much less a bad one.
"Team B, composed of Itou Ayane and Matsushita Shouhei." Matsushita moseys over toward the short girl, the deep red of his hero costume contrasting starkly to the white apron draped over her front.
"Team C, composed of Miyamoto Moriko and Yamaguchi Rikuto" The two green-clad girls let out a synchronized cheer before high-fiving, bright grins filling their faces.
"Team D, composed of Ikeda Gorou and Yamashita Sumiko." Those two...don't talk much, honestly, what with Ikeda being more upfront and Yamashita being more reserved.
"Team E, composed of Shishida Honda and Takenaka Takehiko." I look up and meet Takenaka's eyes, and both our faces split into grins.
"Team F, composed of Maki Yuuko and Himura Joru." The pair nod at each other politely, Himura adjusting the padded gloves on his hands.
"Team G, composed of Inoue Yoshi and Toga Himiko." The bubbly blue-haired boy smiles, and Himiko gives a cheerful wave to him from across the room.
"Team H, composed of Minami Sayaka and Suzuki Shinju." The muscular girl began laughing loudly before slapping her partner on the back, nearly sending the glittering boy flying.
"Team I, composed of Yoshida Rin and Nakahara Isamu." Nakahara began moving toward Yoshida, his long reptilian tail twitching in the air, only for Yoshida to turn up her nose at him.
"Team J, composed of Nakamura Rappu and Yamamoto Daiki." Rap-chan goes bounding over to the other boy and the two exchange fistbumps before beginning to talk quietly.
"First match is Team A VS Team H, with Team A taking the role of heroes for the first round." Lawton-sensei finishes, motioning for the hero team to go and get in their positions before giving the go ahead for the pair playing villain to get ready.
"The rest of you, be ready to analyze their strategies. We'll have a short discussion after each match, and declare an MVP based on that analysis."
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"Villain team, begin the breach!" Lawton-sensei yells through the intercom, and they're off to the races.
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There's a couple references in this chapter, can you spot them all?
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WildCardFool
A Reaction Pic for nearly every occasion
- Location
- Earth
Requiem_Jeer
The Most High
The fact that he is referred to as Shishida is really throwing me off because of the canon character with that name.
Other than that great work.
Other than that great work.
GamingPizza1998
(Verified Pizza) (Verified Cape) (Verified Case53)
- Location
- Earth
The morse says "where there's a wall there's a way"
Should that be will?
Should that be will?
- Location
- Indiana
Nope, it'll make sense in the next chapter though.
- Location
- Philippines, Manila, Tarlac City
They're gonna go through the bloody walls like how koolaid man goes through them aren't they?
After all, what is a wall but a door with no hinges?
Chapter 9
- Location
- Indiana
"Man, I feel kinda bad for Minami and Suzuki." I say as the class watches the pair prepare to breach the side wall of the building.
"Why?" Himiko asks, and I can feel the rest of the class watching me as I continue to focus on the screens in front of us.
"Well, Inasa and Fujimi are basically guaranteed to win this with how well their Quirks meld together." I state, laying the problem out simply.
"Hm, I see there's someone besides me with half a brain then." Yoshida sniffs, likely about to go on a tirade about our supposed lack of intelligence compared to her only to be cut off as her partner for the exercise clamps a scaled hand over her mouth.
"Ignoring Yoshida-san's frigid bitch act, do you care to explain why they're so potent together? I think I've got an idea, but on the off-chance I'm wrong…" Nakahara rasps, his red reptilian eyes flicking over to me.
"Inasa's been messing with his Quirk so long it's damn near instinctual for him to use it. Combine that with Fujimi's Quirk and its effects and well, you've got a directed airborne zombie plague." I say, watching on screen as Fujimi begins to pump out an almost grimy purple gas from the hoses lining the arms of his coat.
The wind begins to swirl around Inasa, trace amounts of dust the only sign of the air moving before Fujimi's gas begins to swirl and move out of the room in an orderly flow.
"So...Minami and Sayaka were screwed from the start?" Takenaka asks, eyes wide with disbelief behind his ever-present sunglasses.
"Yep. That answer your question, Nakahara?"
A curt nod is all I get from him before Lawton-sensei speaks into the microphone on the console.
"Hero team wins! Due to the effects of Fujimi-kun's Quirk, the second round goes the villain team, resulting in a double victory for Fujimi Romero and Yoarashi Inasa." Lawton-sensei says before turning to me and giving a thumbs up.
Team A VS Team H Winners: Team A, double victory.
"Alright, round 2 will be Team E VS Team F. Team F will be the heroes for the first round, so you can go take your positions."
A couple minutes later and we get the signal to get in position.
Time to test my new toys.
"Villain team, begin the breach!" Lawton-sensei yells through the microphone, and in seconds my hammer stowed away, and in my hand is what looks like a rolled up doormat.
"The hell is that?" Takenaka asks as we jog around to the back of the building.
"Well, when you mix fuel, metal oxide, and metal powder together in just the right way, it burns at two thousand degrees Celsius. That's hot enough to cut through nearly any barrier known to man. Throw a bit of C4 into the mix and you've got one hell of a combination." I say as I unroll the mat and place it against the concrete wall.
"Oh shit…" Takenaka drawls, scurrying away as the mixture begins to spark and…
Three…
Two…
One…
The boom isn't that loud, but from the way Takenaka winces from his hiding spot behind the corner of the building, his sensitive hearing wasn't a fan of it.
"Let's go, clock's ticking." I say, pulling my sledgehammer back out of the hold and gesturing to the smoking hole in the wall.
"Did he just do that?" Himiko asks, looking to Inasa in disbelief.
"He did, he really did!" Inasa crows, fists shooting straight up in the air.
"Fuck yeah, Han-chan!" Rap-chan yells, gesturing wildly.
"You good over there Shishida?" Takenaka shouts as he weathers the storm of punches that Himura is unleashing.
After breaching, finding the hero team was a snap. Mostly because they came to us, but whatever. We were fighting in one of the interior rooms, one that was little more than a hollow concrete block with a door on it.
Gotta say, the interior decorating in here could use some work.
"Yeah, all good here!" I shout back, checking to make sure the cable binding Maki will hold. Considering a clocked her over the head with a sledgehammer, she should be good for a while.
"WOULD YOU TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY ALREADY?" Himura bellows, arm cocked back for another punch, the only difference from the dozens of others he was throwing being that it was glowing bright red.
"One Hundred Hit Hyper Combo!" He screams, the blow sending Takenaka skidding back into the wall.
"Struck three times even Buddha shall retaliate, and you're way over the limit pal!" He shouts, drawing the bokuto from his waist.
He holds it to his side like he's about to strike up and to the left, and for a split second I swear I can see the face of Buddha himself behind him, the normally jovial face marred by a scowl.
His muscles tense, bulging past the heavy coat and thick undershirt, and he strikes.
"Buddha Giri, Shockwave!" He roars, bringing the sword up in a diagonal strike, and a wave of pressure blanketing the room nearly sends me off balance.
Himura, on the other hand, is sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall behind him with a thud. Thank goodness there aren't any windows in the room.
"Damn, I still can't get that right." Takenaka grumbles, sliding his bokuto back into his belt loop.
"Villain team wins round 1. We'll have a 10 minute intermission while the medical team checks up on the Team F. Takenaka-kun, Himura-kun, I'll need to speak with the two of you privately." Lawton-sensei says, his voice tight.
Takenaka rushes out of the room, nearly bowling over our school nurse in the process. Himura trudges out behind him, still blinking slowly after being slammed into the wall.
I turn my attention to the school nurse, watching as he pulls out his equipment. He's a peculiar man, skeletally thin with almost sandy yellow skin covered in pictograms wrapped up in a set of baby blue scrubs.
"Yeesh, you really rang her bell, didn't ya?" The nurse says as he checks over Maki's unconscious body.
"Yeah, is she okay?" I ask, eyes flicking between my conked out classmate and the door.
"She's fine. Should wake up in a couple minutes if I'm not wrong." As if on cue, Maki begins to stir and I abscond before her now infamous temper can flare up.
The rest of the matches go quickly, with Himura and Maki begrudgingly conceding the second round to us and Takenaka for a double victory for us.
Surprisingly, I'm named MVP of the round even though my only contributions had been an explosion, a couple of cheesy references, and yelling 'bonk' when I clobbered Maki with my sledgehammer.
Himiko and Inoue, one of the other recommended students, do fairly well in their runs against Miyamoto and Yamaguchi, but their more skill-based quirks are nothing compared to Yamaguchi's size changing and Miyamoto's seemingly unstoppable control of plants.
Rap-chan and Yamamoto work well together as a breaching team, with Yamamoto's Quirk firing consistently and letting off bright flashes of light, but their reckless approach makes them easy pickings for Matsushita's thread traps.
Ikeda and Yamashita's veritable curbstomping of Yoshida and Nakahara is shocking, Ikeda firing with pinpoint accuracy Yamashita's direction, all to bring the building tumbling down on the hero duo.
With heroics training finished for the day and everyone in the class sore in some way in some place from it, relaxation is in order. Dinner is a more western meal than usual, with several large meatloafs as opposed to nearly a ton of fish and rice, and a vat of mashed potatoes as opposed to a vat of miso soup. Of course, some of the prissy students like Yoshida or Suzuki or the more diet-restricted students like Matsushita turned down offers of greasy ketchup glazed slabs of meat, instead making themselves their own meal of salad and iced tea.
Rabbit food if you ask me.
"Hey, Takehiko, you wanna come eat dinner with us?" I yell over the bustling crowd in the kitchen, the panda-like boy jumping at my usage of his given name before nodding vehemently and catching up as we move toward our normal spot on the roof.
"So, what was up with sensei wanting to talk to you and Himura for?" Himiko asks before popping a piece of meatloaf into her mouth.
"Oh, he was mad because we used special moves without any thought for the backlash they could have on our bodies. Himura nearly sprained his entire arm, and, well." He says before setting his tray down on the grassy expanse of the rooftop courtyard and rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a wrap of bandages around his bicep.
"I wound up swinging my sword so hard it tore the muscles in my upper arms a bit. I guess that's what I get for using something like the Buddha Giri without enough training. Even the weaker version kind fucked me up, huh?" Takehiko laughs, the noise turning into a yelp of pain as Inasa reaches over from Himiko's other side and slugs him right on the bandage.
"Hey, what was that for?" He whines as Inasa cracks his knuckles.
"For being dumb and hurting yourself. You're our friend, so you need to keep healthy, alright?" He says, completely serious.
"Yeah, I guess I do, huh?" Takehiko laughs, and the rest of us laugh with him.
Score plus one friend for Han and the gang!
"Switchblade, tanto, wakizashi, steak knife, katana, cleaver, pocket knife, karambit, KA-bar, Swiss army knife, pen knife, dagger, dirk, all wonderful tools of the trade, but none are so lovely as the American Bowie knife. The exquisite curve at the back of the blade, the heftiness of it, the way the guard curves like a miniature scimitar, everything about is beautiful. A true work of art." The young man says, the blade in his hands glinting in the low light of the apartment.
"Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Masamune?" He says, using the blade to tilt the head of the bound and gagged man upward.
"This one here, my personal one, has an elk horn handle and a solid brass guard, honeysuckle vines engraved on the blade. Really, it's a work of art among works of art. Would you like a demonstration?"
"Oh who am I kidding, of course you do." He chuckles before plunging the blade into his captives chest, laughter rising to a horrifying crescendo as the muffled cries of pain rise higher and higher.
"Oh….I wonder if Giran has anything new for me?" The young man wonders aloud as he steps into the corner of the room and dissolves into greasy smoke, the television continuing to drone on in the background with only a corpse to listen to it.
"...and reports of a serial murderer are coming out from both heroes and law enforcement in Sapporo…"
"Why?" Himiko asks, and I can feel the rest of the class watching me as I continue to focus on the screens in front of us.
"Well, Inasa and Fujimi are basically guaranteed to win this with how well their Quirks meld together." I state, laying the problem out simply.
"Hm, I see there's someone besides me with half a brain then." Yoshida sniffs, likely about to go on a tirade about our supposed lack of intelligence compared to her only to be cut off as her partner for the exercise clamps a scaled hand over her mouth.
"Ignoring Yoshida-san's frigid bitch act, do you care to explain why they're so potent together? I think I've got an idea, but on the off-chance I'm wrong…" Nakahara rasps, his red reptilian eyes flicking over to me.
"Inasa's been messing with his Quirk so long it's damn near instinctual for him to use it. Combine that with Fujimi's Quirk and its effects and well, you've got a directed airborne zombie plague." I say, watching on screen as Fujimi begins to pump out an almost grimy purple gas from the hoses lining the arms of his coat.
The wind begins to swirl around Inasa, trace amounts of dust the only sign of the air moving before Fujimi's gas begins to swirl and move out of the room in an orderly flow.
"So...Minami and Sayaka were screwed from the start?" Takenaka asks, eyes wide with disbelief behind his ever-present sunglasses.
"Yep. That answer your question, Nakahara?"
A curt nod is all I get from him before Lawton-sensei speaks into the microphone on the console.
"Hero team wins! Due to the effects of Fujimi-kun's Quirk, the second round goes the villain team, resulting in a double victory for Fujimi Romero and Yoarashi Inasa." Lawton-sensei says before turning to me and giving a thumbs up.
Team A VS Team H Winners: Team A, double victory.
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"Alright, round 2 will be Team E VS Team F. Team F will be the heroes for the first round, so you can go take your positions."
A couple minutes later and we get the signal to get in position.
Time to test my new toys.
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"Villain team, begin the breach!" Lawton-sensei yells through the microphone, and in seconds my hammer stowed away, and in my hand is what looks like a rolled up doormat.
"The hell is that?" Takenaka asks as we jog around to the back of the building.
"Well, when you mix fuel, metal oxide, and metal powder together in just the right way, it burns at two thousand degrees Celsius. That's hot enough to cut through nearly any barrier known to man. Throw a bit of C4 into the mix and you've got one hell of a combination." I say as I unroll the mat and place it against the concrete wall.
"Oh shit…" Takenaka drawls, scurrying away as the mixture begins to spark and…
Three…
Two…
One…
The boom isn't that loud, but from the way Takenaka winces from his hiding spot behind the corner of the building, his sensitive hearing wasn't a fan of it.
"Let's go, clock's ticking." I say, pulling my sledgehammer back out of the hold and gesturing to the smoking hole in the wall.
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"Did he just do that?" Himiko asks, looking to Inasa in disbelief.
"He did, he really did!" Inasa crows, fists shooting straight up in the air.
"Fuck yeah, Han-chan!" Rap-chan yells, gesturing wildly.
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"You good over there Shishida?" Takenaka shouts as he weathers the storm of punches that Himura is unleashing.
After breaching, finding the hero team was a snap. Mostly because they came to us, but whatever. We were fighting in one of the interior rooms, one that was little more than a hollow concrete block with a door on it.
Gotta say, the interior decorating in here could use some work.
"Yeah, all good here!" I shout back, checking to make sure the cable binding Maki will hold. Considering a clocked her over the head with a sledgehammer, she should be good for a while.
"WOULD YOU TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY ALREADY?" Himura bellows, arm cocked back for another punch, the only difference from the dozens of others he was throwing being that it was glowing bright red.
"One Hundred Hit Hyper Combo!" He screams, the blow sending Takenaka skidding back into the wall.
"Struck three times even Buddha shall retaliate, and you're way over the limit pal!" He shouts, drawing the bokuto from his waist.
He holds it to his side like he's about to strike up and to the left, and for a split second I swear I can see the face of Buddha himself behind him, the normally jovial face marred by a scowl.
His muscles tense, bulging past the heavy coat and thick undershirt, and he strikes.
"Buddha Giri, Shockwave!" He roars, bringing the sword up in a diagonal strike, and a wave of pressure blanketing the room nearly sends me off balance.
Himura, on the other hand, is sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall behind him with a thud. Thank goodness there aren't any windows in the room.
"Damn, I still can't get that right." Takenaka grumbles, sliding his bokuto back into his belt loop.
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"Villain team wins round 1. We'll have a 10 minute intermission while the medical team checks up on the Team F. Takenaka-kun, Himura-kun, I'll need to speak with the two of you privately." Lawton-sensei says, his voice tight.
Takenaka rushes out of the room, nearly bowling over our school nurse in the process. Himura trudges out behind him, still blinking slowly after being slammed into the wall.
I turn my attention to the school nurse, watching as he pulls out his equipment. He's a peculiar man, skeletally thin with almost sandy yellow skin covered in pictograms wrapped up in a set of baby blue scrubs.
"Yeesh, you really rang her bell, didn't ya?" The nurse says as he checks over Maki's unconscious body.
"Yeah, is she okay?" I ask, eyes flicking between my conked out classmate and the door.
"She's fine. Should wake up in a couple minutes if I'm not wrong." As if on cue, Maki begins to stir and I abscond before her now infamous temper can flare up.
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The rest of the matches go quickly, with Himura and Maki begrudgingly conceding the second round to us and Takenaka for a double victory for us.
Surprisingly, I'm named MVP of the round even though my only contributions had been an explosion, a couple of cheesy references, and yelling 'bonk' when I clobbered Maki with my sledgehammer.
Himiko and Inoue, one of the other recommended students, do fairly well in their runs against Miyamoto and Yamaguchi, but their more skill-based quirks are nothing compared to Yamaguchi's size changing and Miyamoto's seemingly unstoppable control of plants.
Rap-chan and Yamamoto work well together as a breaching team, with Yamamoto's Quirk firing consistently and letting off bright flashes of light, but their reckless approach makes them easy pickings for Matsushita's thread traps.
Ikeda and Yamashita's veritable curbstomping of Yoshida and Nakahara is shocking, Ikeda firing with pinpoint accuracy Yamashita's direction, all to bring the building tumbling down on the hero duo.
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With heroics training finished for the day and everyone in the class sore in some way in some place from it, relaxation is in order. Dinner is a more western meal than usual, with several large meatloafs as opposed to nearly a ton of fish and rice, and a vat of mashed potatoes as opposed to a vat of miso soup. Of course, some of the prissy students like Yoshida or Suzuki or the more diet-restricted students like Matsushita turned down offers of greasy ketchup glazed slabs of meat, instead making themselves their own meal of salad and iced tea.
Rabbit food if you ask me.
"Hey, Takehiko, you wanna come eat dinner with us?" I yell over the bustling crowd in the kitchen, the panda-like boy jumping at my usage of his given name before nodding vehemently and catching up as we move toward our normal spot on the roof.
"So, what was up with sensei wanting to talk to you and Himura for?" Himiko asks before popping a piece of meatloaf into her mouth.
"Oh, he was mad because we used special moves without any thought for the backlash they could have on our bodies. Himura nearly sprained his entire arm, and, well." He says before setting his tray down on the grassy expanse of the rooftop courtyard and rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a wrap of bandages around his bicep.
"I wound up swinging my sword so hard it tore the muscles in my upper arms a bit. I guess that's what I get for using something like the Buddha Giri without enough training. Even the weaker version kind fucked me up, huh?" Takehiko laughs, the noise turning into a yelp of pain as Inasa reaches over from Himiko's other side and slugs him right on the bandage.
"Hey, what was that for?" He whines as Inasa cracks his knuckles.
"For being dumb and hurting yourself. You're our friend, so you need to keep healthy, alright?" He says, completely serious.
"Yeah, I guess I do, huh?" Takehiko laughs, and the rest of us laugh with him.
Score plus one friend for Han and the gang!
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person…
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person…
"Switchblade, tanto, wakizashi, steak knife, katana, cleaver, pocket knife, karambit, KA-bar, Swiss army knife, pen knife, dagger, dirk, all wonderful tools of the trade, but none are so lovely as the American Bowie knife. The exquisite curve at the back of the blade, the heftiness of it, the way the guard curves like a miniature scimitar, everything about is beautiful. A true work of art." The young man says, the blade in his hands glinting in the low light of the apartment.
"Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Masamune?" He says, using the blade to tilt the head of the bound and gagged man upward.
"This one here, my personal one, has an elk horn handle and a solid brass guard, honeysuckle vines engraved on the blade. Really, it's a work of art among works of art. Would you like a demonstration?"
"Oh who am I kidding, of course you do." He chuckles before plunging the blade into his captives chest, laughter rising to a horrifying crescendo as the muffled cries of pain rise higher and higher.
"Oh….I wonder if Giran has anything new for me?" The young man wonders aloud as he steps into the corner of the room and dissolves into greasy smoke, the television continuing to drone on in the background with only a corpse to listen to it.
"...and reports of a serial murderer are coming out from both heroes and law enforcement in Sapporo…"
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I was originally going to post this at like midnight as an April Fool's thing, but was too tired to do it. Good thing too, because I woke up with ideas.
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- Finland
Lawton?
*Resists urge to chuck a boomerang*
ORAORAORAORAORAORA!
….Welp, now we know at least two ancestors...
Chapter 10
- Location
- Indiana
"Man, it's only May and it's starting to get hot." Takenaka groans, pulling at the collar of his uniform.
It's been a week since our scenario training, and not a whole lot has happened since. It's lunchtime now, and the four of us have taken over our normal booth near the edge of the cafeteria.
"It's only hot because you're covered in fur, Takehiko. Maybe if you shaved off all that glorified body hair you'd be a little cooler." Himiko says as I bat away her wandering chopsticks.
"I'm sorry, have you seen a shaved bear? Even if he's only half bear, that'd still be horrifying." I say around a mouthful of pickled ginger.
"Aw, I think it'd be cute! Those hairless cats aren't too bad, and I've seen shaved poodles before, so a hairless bear couldn't be too bad," Himiko chirps in that overly cute way of hers.
"Anyway, aside from this miserable heat and Himiko being more than a little twisted, did you guys hear about what's happening in Hero Studies today?" Takenaka says as he spears a slice of steak and pops it in his mouth.
"What's going on in Hero Studies today?" Inasa asks, pulling himself away from his food long enough to be curious.
"We're apparently getting a special guest. Something to do with our official hero names or something like that." Takenaka says, consuming another piece of steak.
"Wow, really? I wonder who it'll be." I say, batting away another attack on my stockpile of pickled ginger.
"Maybe it'll be All Might!" Inasa shouts, spraying bits of rice everywhere in the process.
"Dumbass, All Might is teaching at U.A.! Why would he come here?" I yell, reaching across the table to slug him.
Just another day in paradise.
"Alright class, I understand that some rumors about us having a special guest today have been circulating. These are false. You are, however, going to be choosing your official hero names today. These are going to stick, so choose wisely." Lawton-sensei says, a level of exasperation not yet experienced by mankind radiating off from his suit.
"Start brainstorming. We'll begin in 10 minutes." He says, and begins to distribute whiteboards and markers to the class.
Shit, of all the things this was the one I'd never thought of.
Maybe Solo? No, that's too camp, plus it'd make me seem like a lone wolf type. I spend a while just running through names before I finally reach my conclusion.
It hits me like a bolt from the blue, and I quickly scrawl out the kanji as Lawton-sensei announces we have a minute remaining.
"Time's up! We'll be going in order of class ranking, so Yoshida-chan, you're up first." Sensei says from his spot leaning against the door, and Yoshida makes her way up to the podium at the front of the room.
"I am Yoshida Rin, and I will be known as the Reigning Hero, Empress." She says, long white hair fanned out behind her, voice just as cold as her Quirk.
"Not bad. Matsushita-kun, you're up next." Our teacher says as Matsushita moseys, and there's really no other way to describe his almost lackadaisical gait than moseying, up toward the podium.
"Matsushita Shouhei, the Weaving Hero, Anansi." Matsushita says with that too-wide grin on his face, and I'm deeply worried.
"Folklore reference, I dig it. Inoue-kun, you're next." Sensei says, and if you thought Matsushita was an odd duck, Inoue makes him look downright normal. Red and blue hair split down the middle and spiked upward like he shoved a fork in a power outlet. Combine that with the blue tinge of his skin and the goggles hanging around his neck and he looks almost alien.
"Inoue Yoshi, the Compound Hero, Mixx." He says, holding up his board for all to see.
"Cute. Yamashita-chan, it's your go." The taciturn girl is already on her way up to the front. She's pale, doll-like, but scarier than all get out.
"Yamashita Sumiko, the Surveying Hero, Leyline." She says quietly, and it's like the chill of winter has come back to haunt us, crawling up our backs.
"Ooh, fancy. Fujimi-kun, go." Sensei orders, and the scowling boy is up and moving. When it comes to assholes in the class, Fujimi's the top of the pile. More vitriolic than Himura, more condescending than Yoshida, and more smug than Matsushita, Fujimi Romero's a top-tier lowlife.
"Fujimi Romero, the Viral Hero, ReDead." He says, his scowl still in place.
"It'll do. Yamaguchi, you're next."
Now here's someone relatively normal. Black hair, peachy skin, a bit on the plump side but not overweight, Yamaguchi's just a normal girl, honestly.
"Yamaguchi Rikuto here! I'll be the Hillside Hero, Shire!" She chirps, face sunny and bright.
"That'll win over some kids. Shishida-kun, you're up." Sensei says, breaking me out of my daydreaming.
I walk up to the podium and place my board down, the writing facing the class.
"Shishida Honda, call me Han. I'll be the Smuggling Hero, Arsenal." I say, looking to Sensei for approval.
"It's good. Better than what I expected from how you were stressing over it." Sensei says, and I give Inasa a high five as we pass by each other.
"Yoarashi Inasa, the Hurricane Hero, Gale Force!" He shouts, and I can feel my smile splitting my face with how much energy he has.
"Good energy, next!" Sensei says, and the day goes on.
"So, Kakudo-san-" Giran starts, his face split by his typical smug grin.
"Please, call me Tindalos. I find it easier to differentiate my daily life and my...hobby, that way." The young man across from him says, a small smile gracing his face.
"Ah, Tindalos-san then. I heard you've been making quite the commute lately, hm? All the way to Sapporo and back these past few weeks." The broker says,eyeing the young man up and down.
"Yes, I have. Three small-time politicians, two renowned Quirk scientists, and four Quirks-rights activists this month." He says, sipping at the tea in front of him.
The bar isn't to his liking, too worn and unfurnished, but the tea is satisfying at the very least.
"Kurogiri-san, could I have another refill, please?" Giran says, holding up his glass to show only a cube of ice and a bare skin of amber liquid on the bottom of it.
"Really, Giran-san, whiskey this early in the day? You'll die of cirrhosis before your business kills you." Tindalos says, brushing violet hair back behind his ear.
"I'll just buy a new one. Anyhow, what can I help you with today, Tindalos-san? Some new knives, a new suit, maybe some information?" Giran says as he gives a nod of thanks to the well-dressed man.
"I'm looking to try for some more...high profile targets, and I need allies for that. Introduce me." Tindalos says, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Hmm, Villain Factory has been out of business for years, and there aren't many other powerful groups...so why not our very own League of Villains?" Giran says, gesturing to the bar.
"They perpetrated the attack on U.A. not two weeks ago, and I'm sure they'd be entirely too willing to assist you in your goals as they align so closely to their own." The broker continues, tapping off his cigarette.
"Very well then. Also, Giran, do you have the product I requested?" Tindalos asks, the small smile on his face breaking into a malicious grin.
"Ah, yes. It was a bit hard to find, but with such a dedicated customer requesting it, I had to try my best." Giran says, reaching into his jacket to retrieve a syringe, the needle capped and the shaft filled with a black liquid.
"Man, what a day, huh?" I say from my spot on the couch, which is to say all of it.
"Yeah, it was kinda wild, wasn't it?" Himiko says from where she's perched on the back of the couch, her English textbook in her lap and a pencil dangling from the corner of her mouth.
"Aw, look the cute wittle firsties!" A familiar voice says, and I brace my patience for the oncoming assault upon it.
"Camie-senpai, how nice of you to join us." I deadpan, and I see Himiko twitch out of the corner of my eye.
"Still on that senpai shit? So not cool, my dude. Anyway, where's your loud friend?" Camie says as she takes a seat on my chest
"He's in the gym with a couple other classmates. Something about weightlifting." I wheeze, fighting to breathe with the extra weight on my chest.
"Oh shit, fit dudes working out? I'm gone, nerds!" Camie shouts, and she's gone as quick as she came.
"God she's so weird." I groan, rubbing at the sore spot on my chest.
"If she keeps getting all touchy-feely with you, I'll kill her." Himiko says plainly, her yellow eyes hardened like topaz.
"No. No murder." I say, reaching up to give her a gentle shove. One that sends her off the back of the couch and onto the floor below.
"You fucker!"
Yup, it's a good day.
It's been a week since our scenario training, and not a whole lot has happened since. It's lunchtime now, and the four of us have taken over our normal booth near the edge of the cafeteria.
"It's only hot because you're covered in fur, Takehiko. Maybe if you shaved off all that glorified body hair you'd be a little cooler." Himiko says as I bat away her wandering chopsticks.
"I'm sorry, have you seen a shaved bear? Even if he's only half bear, that'd still be horrifying." I say around a mouthful of pickled ginger.
"Aw, I think it'd be cute! Those hairless cats aren't too bad, and I've seen shaved poodles before, so a hairless bear couldn't be too bad," Himiko chirps in that overly cute way of hers.
"Anyway, aside from this miserable heat and Himiko being more than a little twisted, did you guys hear about what's happening in Hero Studies today?" Takenaka says as he spears a slice of steak and pops it in his mouth.
"What's going on in Hero Studies today?" Inasa asks, pulling himself away from his food long enough to be curious.
"We're apparently getting a special guest. Something to do with our official hero names or something like that." Takenaka says, consuming another piece of steak.
"Wow, really? I wonder who it'll be." I say, batting away another attack on my stockpile of pickled ginger.
"Maybe it'll be All Might!" Inasa shouts, spraying bits of rice everywhere in the process.
"Dumbass, All Might is teaching at U.A.! Why would he come here?" I yell, reaching across the table to slug him.
Just another day in paradise.
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"Alright class, I understand that some rumors about us having a special guest today have been circulating. These are false. You are, however, going to be choosing your official hero names today. These are going to stick, so choose wisely." Lawton-sensei says, a level of exasperation not yet experienced by mankind radiating off from his suit.
"Start brainstorming. We'll begin in 10 minutes." He says, and begins to distribute whiteboards and markers to the class.
Shit, of all the things this was the one I'd never thought of.
Maybe Solo? No, that's too camp, plus it'd make me seem like a lone wolf type. I spend a while just running through names before I finally reach my conclusion.
It hits me like a bolt from the blue, and I quickly scrawl out the kanji as Lawton-sensei announces we have a minute remaining.
"Time's up! We'll be going in order of class ranking, so Yoshida-chan, you're up first." Sensei says from his spot leaning against the door, and Yoshida makes her way up to the podium at the front of the room.
"I am Yoshida Rin, and I will be known as the Reigning Hero, Empress." She says, long white hair fanned out behind her, voice just as cold as her Quirk.
"Not bad. Matsushita-kun, you're up next." Our teacher says as Matsushita moseys, and there's really no other way to describe his almost lackadaisical gait than moseying, up toward the podium.
"Matsushita Shouhei, the Weaving Hero, Anansi." Matsushita says with that too-wide grin on his face, and I'm deeply worried.
"Folklore reference, I dig it. Inoue-kun, you're next." Sensei says, and if you thought Matsushita was an odd duck, Inoue makes him look downright normal. Red and blue hair split down the middle and spiked upward like he shoved a fork in a power outlet. Combine that with the blue tinge of his skin and the goggles hanging around his neck and he looks almost alien.
"Inoue Yoshi, the Compound Hero, Mixx." He says, holding up his board for all to see.
"Cute. Yamashita-chan, it's your go." The taciturn girl is already on her way up to the front. She's pale, doll-like, but scarier than all get out.
"Yamashita Sumiko, the Surveying Hero, Leyline." She says quietly, and it's like the chill of winter has come back to haunt us, crawling up our backs.
"Ooh, fancy. Fujimi-kun, go." Sensei orders, and the scowling boy is up and moving. When it comes to assholes in the class, Fujimi's the top of the pile. More vitriolic than Himura, more condescending than Yoshida, and more smug than Matsushita, Fujimi Romero's a top-tier lowlife.
"Fujimi Romero, the Viral Hero, ReDead." He says, his scowl still in place.
"It'll do. Yamaguchi, you're next."
Now here's someone relatively normal. Black hair, peachy skin, a bit on the plump side but not overweight, Yamaguchi's just a normal girl, honestly.
"Yamaguchi Rikuto here! I'll be the Hillside Hero, Shire!" She chirps, face sunny and bright.
"That'll win over some kids. Shishida-kun, you're up." Sensei says, breaking me out of my daydreaming.
I walk up to the podium and place my board down, the writing facing the class.
"Shishida Honda, call me Han. I'll be the Smuggling Hero, Arsenal." I say, looking to Sensei for approval.
"It's good. Better than what I expected from how you were stressing over it." Sensei says, and I give Inasa a high five as we pass by each other.
"Yoarashi Inasa, the Hurricane Hero, Gale Force!" He shouts, and I can feel my smile splitting my face with how much energy he has.
"Good energy, next!" Sensei says, and the day goes on.
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person…
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person…
"So, Kakudo-san-" Giran starts, his face split by his typical smug grin.
"Please, call me Tindalos. I find it easier to differentiate my daily life and my...hobby, that way." The young man across from him says, a small smile gracing his face.
"Ah, Tindalos-san then. I heard you've been making quite the commute lately, hm? All the way to Sapporo and back these past few weeks." The broker says,eyeing the young man up and down.
"Yes, I have. Three small-time politicians, two renowned Quirk scientists, and four Quirks-rights activists this month." He says, sipping at the tea in front of him.
The bar isn't to his liking, too worn and unfurnished, but the tea is satisfying at the very least.
"Kurogiri-san, could I have another refill, please?" Giran says, holding up his glass to show only a cube of ice and a bare skin of amber liquid on the bottom of it.
"Really, Giran-san, whiskey this early in the day? You'll die of cirrhosis before your business kills you." Tindalos says, brushing violet hair back behind his ear.
"I'll just buy a new one. Anyhow, what can I help you with today, Tindalos-san? Some new knives, a new suit, maybe some information?" Giran says as he gives a nod of thanks to the well-dressed man.
"I'm looking to try for some more...high profile targets, and I need allies for that. Introduce me." Tindalos says, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Hmm, Villain Factory has been out of business for years, and there aren't many other powerful groups...so why not our very own League of Villains?" Giran says, gesturing to the bar.
"They perpetrated the attack on U.A. not two weeks ago, and I'm sure they'd be entirely too willing to assist you in your goals as they align so closely to their own." The broker continues, tapping off his cigarette.
"Very well then. Also, Giran, do you have the product I requested?" Tindalos asks, the small smile on his face breaking into a malicious grin.
"Ah, yes. It was a bit hard to find, but with such a dedicated customer requesting it, I had to try my best." Giran says, reaching into his jacket to retrieve a syringe, the needle capped and the shaft filled with a black liquid.
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Back at Shiketsu
Back at Shiketsu
"Man, what a day, huh?" I say from my spot on the couch, which is to say all of it.
"Yeah, it was kinda wild, wasn't it?" Himiko says from where she's perched on the back of the couch, her English textbook in her lap and a pencil dangling from the corner of her mouth.
"Aw, look the cute wittle firsties!" A familiar voice says, and I brace my patience for the oncoming assault upon it.
"Camie-senpai, how nice of you to join us." I deadpan, and I see Himiko twitch out of the corner of my eye.
"Still on that senpai shit? So not cool, my dude. Anyway, where's your loud friend?" Camie says as she takes a seat on my chest
"He's in the gym with a couple other classmates. Something about weightlifting." I wheeze, fighting to breathe with the extra weight on my chest.
"Oh shit, fit dudes working out? I'm gone, nerds!" Camie shouts, and she's gone as quick as she came.
"God she's so weird." I groan, rubbing at the sore spot on my chest.
"If she keeps getting all touchy-feely with you, I'll kill her." Himiko says plainly, her yellow eyes hardened like topaz.
"No. No murder." I say, reaching up to give her a gentle shove. One that sends her off the back of the couch and onto the floor below.
"You fucker!"
Yup, it's a good day.
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8/20 Yoarashi Inasa - The Hurricane Hero, Gale Force
Quirk: Whirlwind
7/20 Shishida "Han" Honda - The Smuggling Hero, Arsenal
Quirk: Smuggling
11/20 Toga Himiko - The Untraceable Hero, Intrepid
Quirk: Transform
3/20 Inoue Yoshi - The Compound Hero, Mixx
Quirk: Weird
20/20 Nakamura Rappu - The Rhyming Hero, Verse
Quirk: Rhyming
9/20 Minami Sayaka - The Body Blow Hero, Rebound
Quirk: Rebound
2/20 Matsushita Shouhei - The Weaving Hero, Anansi
Quirk: Thread
10/20 Miyamoto Moriko - The Green Thumb Hero, Overgrowth
Quirk: Greenery
12/20 Itou Ayane - The Vibrant Hero, Palette
Quirk: Fingerpainting
13/20 Yamamoto Daiki - The Enlightening Hero, Flashbang
Quirk: Flashbang
14/20 Suzuki Shinju - The Sparkling Hero, Pearlescent
Quirk: Pearl
15/20 Himura Joru - The Arcade Hero, High Score
Quirk: Combo
1/20 Yoshida Rin - The Reigning Hero, Empress
Quirk: Frostbite
16/20 Maki Yuuko - The Regenerating Hero, Cellular
Quirk: Superdivision
18/20 Ikeda Gorou - The Shelling Hero, Bombardier
Quirk: Artillery
6/20 Yamaguchi Rikuto - The Hillside Hero, Shire
Quirk: Titan.
17/20 Takenaka Takehiko - The Bancho Hero, Pandaman
Quirk: Panda
19/20 Nakahara Isamu - The Booster Hero, Raptor
Quirk: Dino
4/20 Yamashita Sumiko - The Surveying Hero, Leyline
Quirk: Survey
5/20 Fujimi Romero - The Virus Hero, ReDead
Quirk: Zombie Virus
Quirk: Whirlwind
7/20 Shishida "Han" Honda - The Smuggling Hero, Arsenal
Quirk: Smuggling
11/20 Toga Himiko - The Untraceable Hero, Intrepid
Quirk: Transform
3/20 Inoue Yoshi - The Compound Hero, Mixx
Quirk: Weird
20/20 Nakamura Rappu - The Rhyming Hero, Verse
Quirk: Rhyming
9/20 Minami Sayaka - The Body Blow Hero, Rebound
Quirk: Rebound
2/20 Matsushita Shouhei - The Weaving Hero, Anansi
Quirk: Thread
10/20 Miyamoto Moriko - The Green Thumb Hero, Overgrowth
Quirk: Greenery
12/20 Itou Ayane - The Vibrant Hero, Palette
Quirk: Fingerpainting
13/20 Yamamoto Daiki - The Enlightening Hero, Flashbang
Quirk: Flashbang
14/20 Suzuki Shinju - The Sparkling Hero, Pearlescent
Quirk: Pearl
15/20 Himura Joru - The Arcade Hero, High Score
Quirk: Combo
1/20 Yoshida Rin - The Reigning Hero, Empress
Quirk: Frostbite
16/20 Maki Yuuko - The Regenerating Hero, Cellular
Quirk: Superdivision
18/20 Ikeda Gorou - The Shelling Hero, Bombardier
Quirk: Artillery
6/20 Yamaguchi Rikuto - The Hillside Hero, Shire
Quirk: Titan.
17/20 Takenaka Takehiko - The Bancho Hero, Pandaman
Quirk: Panda
19/20 Nakahara Isamu - The Booster Hero, Raptor
Quirk: Dino
4/20 Yamashita Sumiko - The Surveying Hero, Leyline
Quirk: Survey
5/20 Fujimi Romero - The Virus Hero, ReDead
Quirk: Zombie Virus
Here's chapter 10! Hope you enjoy!
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- Finland
inb4 you get kidnapped, have your arm lopped off for genetic materials, get rescued by your clone and his wife, and get a bitchin' cyborg arm
Oh, babyy~!
Xryuran
I'm very hard right now... Hard boiled that is.
- Location
- I a sea egg now.
Does Toga have her blood extractor as a part of her costume? Or does she just have a selection of blood. Also how are they getting around the skin cover legislation that midnight ran into because Toga needs to be naked when she transforms? Perhaps she had a deployable circle curtain that she can throw up?
- Location
- Indiana
This seems like a good time to explain that this is an AU, and as such Toga's Quirk doesn't require her to be naked for her to transform. As for her Vampire Rig, the blood extractor thing, that'll be showing up in the upcoming arc.
Xryuran
I'm very hard right now... Hard boiled that is.
- Location
- I a sea egg now.
A little disappointing cause I was looking forward to how you delt with that, but I understand why you would rather avoid the subject on this forum. This isn't QQ after all and she is a teen.
Edit: Though if you are not completely certain that's how you want it you could always do the same thing that the permeation hero did and have a costume made out of the user's hair. It's been shown in the manga that items made out of hair can have quirks used on them with out issue. Though we don't know how hard it is to create a costume like that.
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Chapter 11
- Location
- Indiana
Sunday, May 18th, 2223
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire awakens me in place of an alarm, the sunlight trickling through the blinds adding that extra layer of "wake up jackass".
The knock at my door doesn't help. Does the universe really want me to not sleep in on a Sunday that much?
"Haaaan, that crazy second-year is at it again." Takenaka grumbles, likely still half-asleep himself.
I pull myself from beneath my covers and trot into the hallway, nearly stumbling into the taller boy.
"Which crazy second-year? The gun-nut, the uptight prick, or the one that keeps trying to jump my bones?" I say, stifling a yawn.
"The gun-nut." My classmate says, his dissatisfaction evident.
"Why is he always raising hell like that? I just wanted to sleep…" I moan, slumping against the wall.
"Morning guys! Rise and shine!" Inasa yells, nearly bowling us over as he races down the hall towards the first floor stairway.
"How is he so disgustingly peppy this early in the morning?" I say, trudging slowly down the hall toward the stairs, Takenaka close beside trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"No clue. Let's see if breakfast gives us some ideas."
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Noise assails us as we close in on the kitchen, dozens of people all crowded around the bulletin board.
"Han, Takenaka-kun! There you guys are! Get over here, check it out!" Himiko yells from her spot perched on Inasa's shoulders at the front of the crowd near the board.
We jog across the common area to the kitchen, Takenaka using his superior size to clear a path to the front.
"Holy shit!" He yelps after scanning the board, and I elbow and shove my way past him and look the board over myself.
Attention Hero Course Students!
The week of May 19th to May 25th has been designated a free study week in anticipation of the upcoming Sports Festival!
The Sports Festival will take place on Wednesday, May 28th.
All students in all 3 heroics courses have been mandatorily entered.
Students may report to Irradiator-sensei for training, or they may train on their own.
The week of May 19th to May 25th has been designated a free study week in anticipation of the upcoming Sports Festival!
The Sports Festival will take place on Wednesday, May 28th.
All students in all 3 heroics courses have been mandatorily entered.
Students may report to Irradiator-sensei for training, or they may train on their own.
"Holy shit…" I breathe, awed at how quickly time has progressed.
It's only been a little while, but we've already gotten so far in our training.
"Hey, fucking panda!" Someone yells, a burst of gunfire following shortly after.
The whole crowd turns, and I watch as someone jumps over the throng of people stopping short and slamming the butt of an assault rifle into Takenaka's forehead.
"I'm stealing the fucking panda, you'll get him back some time before the festival!" The person yells, dragging my friend away.
"W-who was that?" Himiko yells, looking around in bewilderment.
"That was Shiketsu High's own personal Satan." Someone says, and I turn to look over at….Cousin Itt!?
"Mora Nagamasa, Class 2-A's class president. What you just witnessed was Hiruma Yuichi, our resident delinquent." The older student says, crossing his arms and staring toward the retreating back.
"He's a super scary dude who has dirt on almost everyone. I'd call him a villain, but he's not half as bad as some of those dudes. Total gun-nut though." Camie-senpai says, coming out from behind Mora-senpai.
"You've gotta be kidding me." I mutter, falling back against the board and covering my face with both hands.
First Matsushita, who's a carbon copy of Doflamingo right down to the laughter, and now someone who's apparently a rip straight from a football manga?
What the fuck is my life?
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I've found my resolve, standing in front of the door to the support classroom with Himiko beside me.
"Matsuda!" I yell, slamming open the door and spooking those students who aren't totally engrossed in their work.
"Matsuda, get me some prototypes to test. We've got a week to find an ace in the hole." I say, dropping the duffel of equipment in my hand to the floor with a thud.
"Right, let's get to work!" Matsuda yells before dragging me toward a testing room.
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"Han, you've cooped up in that lab with Matsuda for 5 days. It's the weekend, and we are going out to have some fun. No arguments." Himiko says as she drags me past the school gates and toward the train station.
"What? Himiko, please, I need to prepare more!" I whine, struggling against the vice-grip on the back of my shirt to no avail.
"Shishida Honda, it has been two entire weeks since we went out and so help me I will bury your sorry ass six feet under unless that changes." She growls, hauling me to my feet and leering closely.
"...let me go change out of these clothes first?" I squeak, gesturing to the white shirt and gray sweats I'm clad in.
"Compared to your cute outfit, I'll look like a bum!" I say, still struggling in her grip.
Even if I don't want to go out, Himiko has a point. I've been cooped up all week on a death march of testing all kinds of equipment, and a day out and about would do me some good.
"Fine. But I'll be sitting right outside your door the entire time, so don't try and ditch me, okay?"
It's a quick couple of minutes before I'm changed, clad in a pair of loose jeans and heavy boots, a jean jacket over a black shirt and a monochrome tie-dye bandanna hanging around my neck.
Paired with Himiko's tight-fitting short skirt, knee-high boots, white button-down, and dusty pink jacket, we look pretty sharp.
"Okay, let's go get lunch." I say, and Himiko and I head off toward the train station.
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"It's nice to stop at Cafe Noir every now and then, isn't it?" I say as we wait for the flow of traffic to halt, Himiko snuggled into my arm as usual. The sun is shining high in the sky, the blue sky free of clouds
"Shishida-kun, is that you?" A voice says, and I turn my head to meet a familiar face.
"Sensei! It's been a while, hasn't it?" I say, using my free arm to wave to the teacher.
"Han, who is this?" Himiko asks, peeking around my body and cocking an eyebrow at the teacher coming down the sidewalk towards us.
"Ah, you're Shishida-kun's girlfriend, Toga-chan, correct?" My former teacher says, giving us a small pleasant smile.
"Ah, this was the teacher for my English Literature class. He's the one who turned me on to a lot of great horror writers, like H.P. Lovecraft and Stephen King. Anyway, sensei, what's going on?" I ask, looking over to him.
"Ah, I was going to stop at Cafe Noir to relax. The black tea they serve is quite wonderful." The smaller man says, giving a small chuckle.
"We're going there for lunch, actually. Would you like to join us?" I ask, giving him a sunny grin.
"Of course! I'd love to catch up and see how you've been doing." The pale-haired man says, gesturing for us to cross as the light changes.
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"Ah, so you're preparing for the upcoming sports festival at Shiketsu then? That's wonderful! I always knew you had a good spirit, Shishida-kun. You'll make a fine hero." Sensei laughs, taking a sip of his tea.
"Ah, sensei, you don't have to say that! I'm just trying my best." I say, smiling at Himiko.
"Your best for a certain person, I assume?" The teacher says into his mug, looking at me mischievously.
I look over at Himiko and lock eyes with her, and both of us flush bright red.
"So, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know how you two came to meet. If I remember right you were in different classes, weren't you?"
Himiko and I both blush again, looking in opposite directions.
"Well, it went something like this…" I start, and I explain everything to him. Except for the part where I got bludgeoned with a couch cushion.
That doesn't stop Himiko from mentioning it.
"My, you two sure do live interesting lives. Far more exciting than my life of tea and teaching." The teacher says, twirling a lock of teal hair around his finger.
"Really though, I'm proud of you two and Yoarashi-kun. I may not be very close to any of you, but I'm proud. We live in a troubled world, and I think you all may be able to help." He says, giving us another small smile.
"Also, please, you're in high school now, so you don't have to call me sensei anymore."
"What do we call you then?" Himiko asks as she scrapes up the last bits of her dessert.
"Just call me Kakudo-san. That would bring a smile to my face." Kakudo-san says, and I can't help but grin.
Truly, today has been a good day.
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Another chapter, this time leading into the Sports Festival arc! The next update will be the second canon omake, titled Takenaka's Delinquent Death March Training!
- Location
- Finland
The Devil Bats fly once more, YAH-HA!
…..Why does this teacher scene put me at unease?
….Why do I feel like I should know that name.....