MY ASSASSIN ACADEMIA (SYOC)

By ManofPewter

Chapter1: The Punishment Due

Finch & Partners Arms distribution Tech Asia branch HQ

Mr Mobius Finch, the billionaire weapons dealer and owner of Finch & Partners, sat at his desk one busy night, slowly making his way through a mound of tedious paperwork and praying for the weekend (and with it, his expensive golf trip) to come. He sat at his desk daydreaming of the warmth and the breeze blissfully unaware of what would transpire that night. There came a knocking on the door.

"Mobius! It's your bodyguards! Open up!" Cried a gruff sounding man from the other side of the door.

"What is it you, buffoons! Can't you see I'm busy right now?" He shouted back.

"Mobius, you're in danger! Open the damn door!" The man cried even louder. Mobius sighed, begrudgingly opening the door. There stood his three hired bodyguards, mercenaries more suited to warfare than babysitting. They all had serious looks on their face.

"What is it? I have a lot of work to do before I get home," Mobius spat, bringing a cigar up to his mouth. He activated his quirk, a simple party trick of an ability that allowed him to alter the friction of his skin, and used his sandpaper-like fingertips to strike up a spark, which lit a small flame and in turn, the Cigar.

"Do you remember when you hired us? You thought your life was in danger and wanted to spare no expense?" The gruff sounding man asked.

"Yes, what of it?" Mobius replied casually.

"Tonight's the night you get your return investment," The merc stated.

"Wh-what? What do you mean?"

"Tex picked up some hostiles on his… Wait… do you hear… whistling?" The leader said. There was indeed a whistling, which seemed to originate from a rattling window pane letting air in.

"How pesky…" Thought Mobius. Then it happened.

The glass window behind Mobius shattered, the glass caving in and pouring down over his desk, he turned around in fearful awe at the sight, before his hired bodyguard rushed further into the room. In one motion, he thrust Mobius' head down and flipped his desk over into the air just in time for another shot to come flying in through the window, shearing the desk in half and spreading splinters across the floor.

"What… what the hell?!" Mobius thought as the splinters arced over him and he fell onto the scattered glass shards below. His bodyguard loomed over him.

Name: SARGE

Quirk: SIMIAN

Sarge has an enhanced amount of strength and durability, which he can temporarily increase even further at the cost of some of his own intelligence in a process called 'Bestial Rage'. The quirk also gives him many Neolithic features such as an exaggerated brow and higher than average amount of body hair.

"W-what's happening?" He stuttered. One of the smaller mercenaries put his hand on Mobius' shoulder. The man was youthful looking and had a smooth round face with a slender, thin body. He wore a pair of black tinted goggles, but they were askew to the point that they only covered his left eye.

"Don't panic, but there are people here who want you dead," He said, nervously peering out of the shique glass walls of the elevator into the city's skyline.

"What-What do you mean?" Mobius replied, his mind unable to process the response in its alarmed state.

"Assassins, Assasins is what he means," Bellowed the hulking mercenary leader who stood between Mobius and the elevator's door. Mobius began to feel cold, nervous sweat trickle down the back of his neck, his delicately permed hair began to droop and his face sunk. "Don't you worry about a thing though, we have the situation under control. There's a helicopter waiting for us on the roof, so we only have to make it up a couple more floors until—" The leader was interrupted by an ear piercing whistle, followed by glass shards raining on the group. They ducked in a panic.

"Tex! What the hell just happened?" The third and final mercenary shouted. His body has tall and thin, with gangly limbs and sharp, defined facial features.

"I-I don't know, they shot at us again?"

"How in the hell?! They were three blocks away on the other side of the building not 2 minutes ago!" He sneered, gripping his handgun tightly and flattening his body against the side of the elevator. There were several more whistles, followed by shrill snapping sounds like a firecracker, and holes appeared to materialise in the metal walls and door of the elevator shortly before the lights were shot out, raining sparks down on the group and bringing the elevator to a jarring halt.

"Tex, get a reading on them," The leader commanded, covering his terrified employer. The smaller mercenary nodded, flipping up his goggles and bathing the cramped, dark compartment in a low green light.

Name: TEX

Quirk: RADAR

Tex' left eye constantly and subconsciously projects a life-form detecting radar in a pale green colour of light. The radar has a 1-kilometre range and functions from a ridge mutation on Tex' head which is usually hidden by his hair. The radar has the uncanny ability to separate people by an ally, neutral and hostile, though only Tex himself can perceive this difference.

"I've got a couple sir," Said Tex, as the arm of the radar wiped around its circular confines. There were six blips, 4 were right in the centre, and probably represented themselves. Then there were two other blips, close together but far off from the centre. Tex pointed out of the window in the vague direction of the assailant's position "Slim, see if you can—" He began, then there was a whistle, a snap, and he dropped to the floor limply.

"Fuck, they got Tex! Sagre, what do you reckon we do?" grunted Slim.

"I need you to use those keen senses of yours and lay down some covering fire," Sarge growled, springing up and facing the door. Slim nodded and leapt out of his cover, firing shot after shot into the dark of the night only vaguely in the direction that Tex had pointed before he was eliminated. The barrage of attacks ceased, giving Sarge just enough time to wrench his fingers between the door of the elevator and pry it open, buckling the metal in the process. "Looks like this is where we get off," Huffed Sarge, yanking both Tex and a blubbering Mobius off the ground by their collars, each in one hand. Slim followed, firing a few more just-for-luck shots out into the dark before picking up his pace. The group ran through the thankfully barren floor, barging through a heavy set of doors and starting up the stairs.

"I think I got one of em," said Slim smugly, tucking his handgun into the inside pocket of his long coat.

Name: SLIM

Quirk: SENSORY

Slim's five primary senses, that of Sight, Sound, Taste, Touch and Hearing are all greatly enhanced. He uses this to increase his awareness of his surroundings, as well as help him with the accuracy of his shooting.

"You- You think we lost them? That they ran?" Mobius asked, fearful of the answer.

"Probably not. Slim, I need you to check the radar," Barked Sarge, throwing Mobius up onto his shoulder and sprinting up the staircase even faster. Slim struggled to keep up, but when he reached his leader's side he bent down over to the unconscious Tex and peeled his left eyelid open, which promptly began to project its radar onto the floor beneath them.

"Sarge, you gotta slow down, I can't see shit!" Slim grumbled, focusing Intensely on the warped and erratically shaking projection on the stairs beneath them.

"Im not in the mood for slowing down, so tell me what you can see," Sarge replied, picking up his speed just a little.

"Well, wherever they was, they ain't anymore," Slim said, running his hands through his hair and wiping his brow before flicking Tex' goggles back down and righting himself.

"That's good news right?" Mobius asked his bodyguards.

"Hardly," The two conscious mercs said in unison. At last, the group reached the top of the stairs, huffing and panting from exhaustion. Sarge kicked the door down, busting the lock and throwing the hinges off. Sarge promptly threw down Tex and Mobius, got down on his knees and took a breather, Slim followed suit. Before them, centred on the helipad was the inactive helicopter which would take Mobius to safety. His eyes lit up at the sight of it.

"The… The helicopter! It's here! Get up you lazy bums, we need to get out of here, NOW!" Mobius cheered. He began to scramble off towards the helicopter, but Sarge grabbed his ankles before he could get out of his reach.

"What's the matter with you? You apeish…" Mobius growled.

"Wait just a minute…" Sarge replied thoughtfully. He rubbed his chin as he looked at the helicopter. "Something's wrong here…"

"What? What's wrong? It's the helicopter! a helicopter is a helicopter, let's go!" Urged Mobius sternly. Sarge did not relent.

"The rotors, they aren't running," He pondered. "I've flown with this pilot a hundred times, and he's always got the rotors running when we gotta get where we're going…"

"So what?! Maybe he's low on fuel, all the more reason to GET. ON." Mobius snarled.

"Slim, check the radar, one more time…" Sarge said, looking intently at the helicopters tinted windows. Slim did as he was asked, crawling over to Tex' body and slipping his eyes open. Slim gasped and covered his mouth before much sound could escape.

"Thought I smelt somethin' fucky," He muttered to himself.

"What? What's wrong?" Mobius said, crawling over to the projection. "What?" He muttered, under his breath. "Sarge, wasn't it just meant to be the pilot? Who the hell are those other two people… in… oh… no…"

"Get outta there! You sons of bitches!" Roared Sarge, standing up from his knelt position and throwing up his fists. There came the sinister snickering of two voices from inside the helicopter, and the rotors began to spin around.

"There, is that good enough for you?" Laughed a boisterous sounding male voice.

"Daibutsu, don't make fun of them too much, we're meant to be professionals," Came a more petite sounding female voice.

"Show yer'selves," Cried Slim, pulling his gun out. Mobius scrambled to get behind the line his bodyguards had set up, going so far as to crouch behind Tex' unconscious body. The two assassins revealed themselves, with an unconscious pilot in tow. One was a monstrously fat man, late-forties looking with deep blue hair spiky hair that ran around the bald-patch on top of his head. He had a long, thin, ratty looking beard and a matching moustache that seemed to defy gravity to stand up on its own. The other was a great deal thinner and a modicum shorter. She had fiery red hair and snow white skin, with rouge lips and eyes that were obscured by a sharp pair of spectacles. They both wore the same burgundy coloured formal uniform, with a patch on the left breast pocket emblazoned with a large "Z".

"Don't worry about your friend here," The woman said, throwing the pilot out of the helicopter onto the floor below. "We kept nerve damage to a minimum. Afterall, we're only here for Mr Finch,"

"Now, ya see, that's where we have a problem," Slim snarked. "Cuz' if 'Mr Finch' gets snuffed now, we don't get paid, see?" Continued Slim.

"Hmph," The fat man, Daibutsu said, stepping forwards off the helicopter. "You with the handgun, you did this to me, didn't you?" He continued, pointing out an area of his upper sleeve that was torn and stained with blood.

"What's the matter, fatass, want some more?" Slim spat at the ground in front of Daibutsu's feet.

"Well, I want to commend you on a damn good shot first and foremost,"

"It was my pleasure," Slim sneered. Sarge looked back at him, subtly gesturing to cool it.

"Then, of course, I want to take care of you myself, you smug prick," Daibutsu chuckled. He sniffed the air, then spat. With a sound not dissimilar to a gunshot, another of the same pellets of air that attacked them earlier was propelled towards Slim, who panic emptied his clip right at Daibutsu's dead centre. Each shot was pin-point accurate, but they could never hit their mark. They were blown off course by the gust kicked up by Daibutsu's projectile, missing the confident assassin by a hair. The pellet, on the other hand, travelled right into the barrel of Slim's gun, blasting straight through the metal and into his thumb which bent backwards, snapping and gushing blood. Slim managed a cry of pain before the pellet hit his temple, exploding outwards and rattling his brain. Slim fell back onto the concrete, unconscious. It was over in less than a second.

Character Profile: DAIBUTSU AGUA

Quirk: BLOWHARD

Daibutsu's quirk, via a mutation in the lungs, muscles, and bone around the chest area, allows him to intake and expel vast quantities of air at an incredible pressure. He can expel this air as a weapon, use his balloon-like body to deflect attacks or cancel out his own buoyancy with this air intake of air, leading to a robust offensive and defensive quirk.

Sarge took one look at his enraged comrade, and let out an enraged battlecry before charging at the assassin. Daibutsu grinned evilly, preparing for the engagement but Sarge never made it as far as Daibutsu.

"Mr... um… I'm sorry, Im afraid I don't know your name…" The woman mused, griping Sarge's colossal fist in her hand, which had turned bright red and popped with undulating veins.

"Just call me Sarge…" He growled through gritted teeth, fighting against her grip,

"Okay then, Mr Sarge, I'm afraid I can't allow you to harm my colleague, however unbearable he is, it simply wouldn't be proper professional conduct," She sighed, shaking her head.

"So… WHAT!" Sarge cried, finally freeing himself of her grip.

"Come now Scarlet, I could've taken him," Said Daibutsu, sounding a little disappointed.

"Yes, but then you would've gotten all the fun, and that's just not fair," Scarlet, the femme assassin replied, tucking her arms behind her back. Sagre just began to snarl, grunt and hoot like a gorilla, entering a state of bestial rage, he balled up his fists and brought them up above his head before swinging them back down at Scarlet. Scarlet stepped back slightly, bringing one of her hands out from behind her back. With a disturbing pumping sound, it began to get redder and grow unsettlingly varicose. She looked at the attack coming her way, how painfully slow and predictable it was and tutted internally. With a single verticle slice of her blood red fingernails, the assault was stayed. Sarge was knocked back, and we were given time to look at his hands, he looked at the slice on each of them, leading down from the space between his middle and ring fingers all the way to his wrist, and it went all the way through. He looked at the blood gushing out of his wound, and collapsed to his knees, pressing his hands to his body to stay their bleeding. His teeth began to crack under the pressure of how hard he was pressing them together.

"Tsk tsk tsk Scarlet, that 's grievous bodily harm," Snarked Daibutsu. "That'll get you minus points with the reaper,"

"Nonsense, he's alive, isn't he? I'm perfectly within the rules," She replied, watching the droplets of blood run off her fingers. She finished it with a kick to the nape, her stilettos digging into the back of Sarge's neck and knocking him out cold.

Character Profile: SCARLET DU'SANG

Quirk: VARICOSE

Scarlet's quirk allows her to freely regulate the blood flow throughout her body, as well as the viscosity of her own blood. This allows her to give herself temporary limb-specific strength enhancements, close up her own wounds near instantly and defend against attacks. Once her blood leaves her body, however, it loses all special properties and cannot be controlled.

"Well, now that the 'protection' is taken care of, let's see to this billionaire asshole, shall we?" Daibutsu said. He looked over to his previous hiding spot, only to find the unconscious body of Tex lying alone.

"Curious, Scarlet, where do you think he ran off too? You don't think he saw the end coming and just jumped, do you? Because we don't get paid if that happens," Raved Daibutsu.

"Mr Finch, please come out from behind those barrels," Scarlet scolded, there was the sound of scrambling from behind a stacked together collection of fuel drums near the edge of the skyscraper they stood at the top of. A barrel toppled over in the ruckus, revealing a terrified Mobius sitting behind it.

"Ah, thank god!" Cried Daibutsu.

"Who are you, people? What are you doing here? G-get out! Right now!" Mobius howled in a frenzied panic.

"I'm sorry, have we not introduced ourselves? My name is Scarlet Du'sang, and this is Daibutsu Agua. We are agents of the Zoldyque academy,"

"W-w-what do you want with me?" Stammered Mobius. Daibutsu rolled his eyes. Scarlet silently scolded him.

"Mr Finch, someone with quite a bit of money want's you dead, and It's our job to make that happen," Scarlet said glumly. Mobius whimpered, scrambling back and kicking over the barrel of fuel he was hiding behind. Scarlet sighed. "Mr Finch, please do not make this more difficult that It has to be,"

"W-w-what are they paying you… I can double it- No, triple it!" He stammered, holding his hands in front of his face. Scarlet did not stop walking slowly towards him.

"Q-q-quadruple it! Please?! Anything! You can have anything!" He blubbered. Scarlet shook her head and Daibutsu huffed grumpily, taking a quick swig from his pocket flask.

"I'm afraid Mr Finch, we cannot accept your generous offer," Scarlet began, pulling a handkerchief from her breast pocket and wiping the blood from her nails.

"W-why not?" Mobius pleaded. Scarlet kneeled down next to him.

"Well, Mr Finch, if I were to accept such a bribe, how would that reflect upon my company? Nobody would hire us if they knew we could just be bribed off so trivially,"

Mobius began to sob, burying his face into the concrete below.

"Don't fret Mr Finch, I've been briefed on some of your… shadier… business practices. Trust me, this is a punishment that it long overdue," Scarlet muttered disdainfully in his ear.

"Well, I suppose we had better get this over with…" Daibutsu grumbled, beginning to inhale. Then, Mobius began to scream, he sprang up suddenly, his self-preservation kicking in and adrenaline coursing through him. Scarlet was taken aback, she disengaged back in line with Daibutsu, who sputtered all the air out of himself in surprise. Mobius leapt, clutching onto the barrel of fuel which he had toppled over. The cap had fallen off, and the contents of the barrel had been slowly dripping out and spreading across the ground. Scarlet inspected the bottom of her heels. They were drenched in oil.

"Oh, bother,"

"I told you… to… GET. OUT!" Mobius screamed gutturally, the skin on each of his fingers hardening into a rough, sharp material. In a sudden motion, he snapped his them, making a sound like a bullet scraping over a chalkboard and spreading sparks all across the spilt fuel. The fuel exploded in a bout of blue and red flames, which extended outwards in a chaotic whirlwind of fire. Mobius cackled from his privileged position, observing as the blaze encircled his assailants.

"Is that really it?" Scarlet thought, taking a step towards the encroaching inferno. Daibutsu put a hand in front of her.

"I'll take care of it, you stay back doll," He snickered.

"You know I hate it when you call me that," Scarlet chided. Daibutsi kept laughing. his nostrils flared out and his chest expanded outwards as he began to take in an enormous quantity of air, and then he unleashed it all. All unto the unsuspecting Mobius. With an incredible, deafening roar, a torrent of wind sheared through the barrier of flames, picking up the burning oil and becoming a fiery, burning whirlwind.

Mobius looked helplessly on at the twirling cyclone of fire that had been reflected back at him, and he surrendered his will. The last thing heard from him was a final yelp of fear before he was overtaken by the conflagration. The cyclone burst outwards, sending still-burning droplets of oil, melted hunks of metal and a vast array of sparks hurtling across the helipad.

"Well… It's a little messier than usual, but we got the job done didn't we?" Scarlet asked, overlooking the burnt, deformed ashen corpse of their target, Mobius Finch.

"We did," Replied Daibutsu gruffly. He twitched his nose, stroked his beard and turned away to look out at the lights of the city. Scarlet hastily tied the late Mobius' mercenary bodyguards (who were still breathing, by Scarlet's best estimate) to a nearby post, called emergency services, and dropped the disposable phone at their feet. She hopped up on Daibutsu's shoulders and he shot a spout of air at the ground, propelling the duo across the skyline and into the dark of the night.

Somewhere in the mountains, Europe

Not much time later, in a faraway part of the world, two figures progressed little by little through a consuming blizzard, slowly approaching the end of a long and hard-fought journey. One appeared short and youthful, with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. This was Kojo Kiken, prospective assassin.

His travelling partner was a great deal taller than him, with pale skin and a perfectly proportioned muscular frame. This was Clay Ajantha, Kojo's impromptu travelling partner and fellow prospective assassin, and he did not look happy to be there. Kojo attempted to lighten the mood by making some conversation.

"So, what brings you up here, bud?" He asked, swinging his arms down by his hips. his voice boomed, desperate to be heard over the sound of the howling wind. Clay Huffed.

"The law, mostly," He said stoically, his arms were held up to his face, shielding it from the torrent of ice and snow that bombarded the pair. Kojo nodded understandingly, then pressed forwards towards a ridge of snow, reaching its peak and then pulling a small device about the size of a coin from his breast pocket. On its front face, there was a glass panel in the shape of a Z, which blipped at regular intervals, releasing a robotic dinging sound and a brief burst of pale purple-red light.

"It's much faster than it was in town… Which must mean we're getting closer!" Kojo called back to his companion. Peering longingly through the cloud of snow and seeing a broad, dark and architectural looking shape on the horizon, built into the side of a mountain. "Is that the place?"

Kojo skidded down the bank of snow and raced towards the tree line, his excitement building. Clay sighed, exasperated. "Wait up, you dumbass!" He yelled into the storm. No reply. Clay put his head down and began to run after Kojo, into the trees.

Clay caught up sooner than he thought he would, as Kojo had stopped to look at something in the snow. He stared deeply at it, intent and maybe a little anxious. Clay came up from behind him and towered above Kojo, peering over his shoulder. In the snow, there was a small and roughly dug pit which reached right down to the dirt, and in it lay a collection of more of the devices that Kojo carried, arranged in a mound. Some looked damaged beyond repair, some were simply inactive and a few kept on blinking on and off, shedding purple light over the snow.

"It looks like some people's journey ended here…" Kojo said, his enthusiasm from earlier deflated slightly.

"How… poetically melancholic," Mused Clay, kneeling down and staring wistfully into the pit. "This is something I must capture…"

Clay opened one of the many pockets on his thick jacket, pulling out a small sheet of crumpled paper and a stubby pencil. He sat down crosslegged and unfurled the paper, beginning to sketch down what he saw at an inhuman pace. With a final flick of the wrist, he was done, not 30 seconds after he had begun. He looked over his work pensively.

"Hmm… The mood is all wrong… Kojo, what do you think?" He said, whipping around to where his companion had been standing. That is to say, he had been standing there. Now there was nothing behind Clay but a swirling cloud of thick fog and falling snow.

"Kojo!" Clay called into the mists.

"Shhhhh!" Came the reply, from above him. "Shut up! Or you'll attract it," Kojo said, somehow shouting and whispering at the same time. He was perched in the branch of a tree, his feet dangling off the side and his arms wrapped around the trunk for stability.

"Attract what?" Clay inquired. From behind him, there was a grizzly growling sound. "Oh, that…"

A pair of dirty white claws as large as a man shot out from the cloud, digging into Clay's flesh. He was knocked back against another tree, his coat snagging on a branch which held up his limp body seemingly for the purpose of displaying his grim fate. Clays body flayed outwards around the gash wounds, which penetrated right through him, almost slicing him in twain at several places. Kojo gulped. A great white beast stepped forth from the mist. It could've been a bear, but it was bigger than any Kojo had ever seen or even heard of. The fur around its paws and its muzzle was stained brown, and thick mucousy droplets of drool hung from its mouth.

"Clay! Are you alright!" Kojo called, attracting the attention of the beast, which whipped around and rammed its colossal head into the thick bark of the tree.

"How… tedious…" Clay muttered, his mouth still functional despite not being attached to his throat. Suddenly, his unbleeding wounds began to morph and re-shape. They became grey and amorphous, forming back together and re-sculpting Clay's body so that had his coat not been cut to ribbons you'd never have been able to tell that he'd been attacked. "How… ugly…"

Character Profile: CLAY AJANTHA

Quirk: CLAY FORM

Clay's transformation type quirk can be used to turn parts of his body into clay and grants him the ability to freely manipulate said clay. He can also alter the moisture content of the clay, turning it soft and amorphous or as hard as a rock at a moments notice, giving him a versatile range of options for both attack and defence.

Clay sprung up from his prone position, leaving his tattered coat behind. The beast noticed the commotion and turned back to him. Clay charged towards the beast, which reared up and began to roar before coming back down, it's monstrous claws aimed at Clay's centre line. Its claws never reached their mark, however, as Clay's own hand shifted and morphed, forming a pristine white halberd which extended upwards, piercing through the bear's thick hide and skewering it straight through the heart. Its roar turned gradually into a gurgle and its thrashing was stilled as Clay released his hold on his weapon and the monster fell to one side, lying limply.

"That went better than expected," Said Kojo, still clinging fearfully to the tree trunk. Clay nodded vaguely before going over to inspect the body of his kill. His ran his hands through its rough white fur until he reached its neck, where he felt something out of place. It was a band of smooth silky material, which he tugged on until it ripped away from the bear's neck.

A collar, white material with a silver medallion.

"No wonder we didn't notice this earlier," Clay thought as he turned the medallion over in his hand a couple times. On the front, the word "Snowball" was engraved in elaborate lettering, and on the back was a simplistic, cute looking design of what appeared to be a polar bear. "Snowball, huh? I knew you never see polar bears around here. You must be somebodies pet…" Clay thought, absently retracting his halberd back into his bodies mass. Suddenly, the beast stirred again. Clay leapt back, shocked, while Kojo audibly yelped and buried his head into the bark of the tree. Clay watched as the wound through Snowball's chest slowly closed as it righted itself onto its four legs. As the injury healed itself, Snowball seemed to grow even larger, the beast's muscles contorting around its enormous frame.

"It has a quirk!? You've got to be kidding…" Kojo squealed.

"It seems to be turning its injury into its strength… Interesting…" Muttered Clay. Snowball roared once more, this time with enough ferocity to clear away the snow and the fog. Clay was spattered with slobber and droplets of blood from its last meal, he guarded his eyes ineffectually and formed his halberd again, ready for its attack.

"Kojo! Do you ever plan on coming down from your perch and helping out us less fortunate?" Clay grumbled, looking over at his ally while Snowball encroached on him.

"And, how would you suggest I do that?"

"I don't know, use that quirk of yours maybe, just do something!"

"Well, I might have an idea…" Kojo pondered, overlooking the situation carefully.

"Enlighten me…" Growled Clay, barely holding off the several thousand pounds worth of muscle, teeth and claws at the tip of his halberd.

"Well, first of all, I'm going to need an open wound," Said Kojo.

"Is that… some kind of joke?" Asked Clay, pausing for a moment to shoot a disdainful glance up at Kojo. Snowball lunged at him in the miniscule time opening, wrapping his jaws around Clay's neck. It bit down and Clay's head was crushed, liquidating and running out of Snowballs mouth before he lunged to the side away from the beast. Snowball spat out splinters of wood and specks of Clay before recentering its focus on Clay, who gulped.

"It's no joke Clay," Kojo said coyly. "And unless you're that interested in seeing the inside of a polar bear, I recommend you give me what I need," He grinned.

"Fine," Clay spat. "But I'm not doing it because you told me too," He continued, pressing himself up against Kojo's tree. Clay moved cautiously, keeping his eyes locked on the monster at all times. He outstretched his arms, leaving himself open and cried out while holding a fist over his chest.

"Come on you twisted thing, don't you want to get acquainted?" Goaded Clay.

"What are you doing?" Kojo asked, a hint of concern in his voice as the monstrous thing turned its whole body around to face the pair.

"Im bringing it right to you," Said Clay.

"Ah,"

Snowball roared and stomped its feet so hard that snow fell from trees and the ground trembled. Its eyes flared up, becoming pure red before it began barrelling forwards at Clay, sending plumes of snow flying off either side of it. The monster pounced, blasting snow every which way as it propelled itself into the air. Snowball stretched its forelegs out, its blade-like claws extending outwards and reaching for Clay. But just before the monster's claws reached him, Clay leapt into the air, launching himself from the ground with the help of his quirk. He flipped in mid-air, dragging his halberd across Snowball's back just as the beast's head collided with the trunk of Kojo's tree. The beasts flesh flayed open in a long incision over its back.

"Hows that?" Clay called, just about sticking his landing.

"It'll do," Kojo replied, taking action as he ran across the branch of the tree, jumping away from it and scattering a handful of pine needles across Snowball's wound just before it healed. Kojo landed face first in the snow right next to Clay, who kicked him over onto his back.

"Are you alright?" He asked insincerely. Kojo just groaned before sitting up and crossing his legs. Snowball's quirk began to do its grim work, and the monster's body grew ever larger and distended as he slowly turned away, lashing out with one of its titanic claws, he felled the tree that Kojo had been hiding in. Clay entered his combat-ready stance, but one bead of nervous sweat ran down his forehead.

"So, what's the big plan again?" He asked. Kojo approached the pair slowly, snarling with the volume of a jet engine.

"Oh, that's easy," Kojo began. He pointed his hand towards the encroaching beast, snapping his fingers. "Blood Blossom: Wailing Widow"

Snowball paused, frozen in place. He began to whimper, and shake and spasm wildly. The monster began to go into a wild frenzy, flailing around and lacerating its surroundings all while wailing in agony. It reared up and fell back with a crash, rolling over on the floor and raking its claws over its body in a vain attempt at relief from whatever torture it was experiencing.

"Wha-what did you do to it?" Clay asked in distress.

"Just wait a little longer and you'll see," Kojo grinned sadistically. Suddenly, vines began to burst out of Snowballs body, each one accompanied by a spurt of blood and a cry of pain. The vines poured out of Snowballs body, coalescing into thick blood red knotted mass of bark and drooping, crimson leaves. Snowball's regeneration fought to overcome the vines as it thrashed around, cutting away as much of the wood as it could manage.

The struggle soon devolved into a tempest of white-furred flesh and blood red wood slowly forming into the shape of a tree. Blood spattered all across the snow, triggering the growth of yet more vines which piled onto the howling Snowball. Clay looked on in disgust.

Character Profile: KOJO KIKEN

Quirk: BLOOD BLOSSOM

Kojo can turn mundane plant matter into a special variety of plant matter associated only with his quirk. In order to do so, he must first come into contact with the plants, then he must expose them to a supply of blood. The plant's growth will be rapidly accelerated and its DNA can be altered to Kojo's specification

"So, what do we do now?" He asked. Snowballs pained screams finally died down as vines covered its muzzle, and its white fur was obscured by the ever-growing and pulsating mass of red bloodied wood.

"Ah, I think this is the part where we get out of here," Kojo said.

"Agreed," Clay replied, picking up Kojo from the ground and sprinting towards the trees, Kojo following not far behind him.

The two ran for what felt like forever, and most of it uphill, through the darkened evergreen trees over the mountainside in the vague direction of their goal. With the last of their stamina, the two, at last, cleared the tree line, collapsing from exhaustion just before a set of ancient-looking stone steps, half buried by the snowstorm.

"We… we made it," Huffed Kojo, looking up at the now fully defined shape of the Zoldyque academy, It's gothic architecture looming over them forebodingly. The pair's eyes tracked the Academy, all the way down to the worn stone stairs at their feet.

"Just… 500… more… steps…" He continued, hanging his head and exhaling deeply.

In the foyer of the academy, Daibutsu Agua sat in his too-small stool, awaiting any new arrivals and puffing on a haggard old cigar. He cricked his neck, just as a knocking came from the gigantic stone doors before him. He spat, and the force of the air was enough to cause both doors to wing open energetically, leaving a both nervous and exhausted looking Kojo as well as an awestruck Clay standing before him.

"Afternoon," Daibutsu puffed, looking down at his newspaper.

"H-hey," Said Kojo. Clay continued to simply examine the architecture.

"What brings you kids round' here. You lost?" Chuckled Daibutsu.

"A-actually, we're here for the… um… the exam…" Kojo stammered. He held his Zoldyque coin out, its blipping was now a continuous stream of light and noise. Daibutsu examined it carefully, then began to laugh again.

"Well, I hope you didn't have too much trouble getting here!" He exclaimed, rubbing his ratty beard and laughing heartily.

"Well, there was a bit of trouble with a stubborn polar bear, but we… um… took care of that…" Kojo laughed nervously. Daibutsu paused, looking down at the pair with his beady black eyes, which suddenly appeared full of fire.

"You… took care of Snowball?! Our beloved family pet and academy mascot?" Daibutsu snarled. He got up out of his stool and waddled over to the kids, leaning down to meet Kojo at eye level. Kojo shivered with fear. "You kids…" He began. Kojo closed his eyes, shaking even more vigorously.

"You kids are gonna do great here!" Daibutsu exclaimed, springing up and erupting in bellowing laughter. He slapped Kojo on the back, causing him to stagger forward. Relief washed over Kojo, who held his own quickly beating heart. "Go right on through," Daibutsu said, gesturing to the door to his right and then returning to his stool. The two followed his directions, wandering through the door and down a maze of hallways and classrooms, directed only by laminated paper sheets which read "PROSPECTIVE STUDENTS THIS WAY" in bold 72 point font, which were hung up on the occasional corkboard scattered along their path. Eventually, they came to a wooden carved door. On the handle of this door, there hung a final sign.

"EXAMINEES HERE" it read, in huge block letters.

Kojo shook with excitement, he looked over to Clay, who appeared as stoic as ever.

"What's the matter Clay, aren't you excited? This is the first day of our futures!" Kojo exclaimed, patting Clay on the back.

"Hmph, how trite…" Clay scoffed. The two ventured forth through the doors.

Meanwhile, somewhere out in the snow of the mountains there limped what appeared to be a polar bear cub. Its eyes were full of rage, and in its teeth, it held a tattered silver medallion. In the beasts wake, there stood a tree with blood red bark and drooping burgundy leaves which wilted at an unnaturally high speed. The beast snarled in a way that could almost indicate exasperation, fell to its stomach, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N:

So there it is, the opening chapter of my new SYOC story! I feel like we're off to a strong start, although I would love to hear what you thought of it in the reviews. This does not mean I've given up on my other story, but it does mean that I'm taking a break from it because I feel like a lot of early mistakes compounded and writing it became a grinding chore. Although that is on hiatus, I can guarantee you at least one more chapter that is about 60% done at some point in the future. But enough about that story, it's probably not what you're here for anyway. For those interested in submitting, there is a character forum below as well as on my profile, have fun :)

MY ASSASSIN ACADEMIA CHARACTER CREATION FORUM:

Name: Your characters full name, include any nicknames or terms of endearment used by others here.

Gender/Orientation: Self-explanatory

Age: Anywhere from 13-18, considering the academy isn't as picky when it comes to age

Appearance: A detailed description of your characters full appearance including all details no matter how minute. Image references are allowed but cannot substitute the writing (So you can include an image link, but saying "my character just looks like this guy from this anime" and a link isn't good enough).

Quirk: A full description of your character's ability. Include several applications above its base application and give it a distinct weakness which is proportional to its power to avoid OP characters (though, an OP character or two might be good for the story, so that isn't a strict rule). No quirks that have been used in the main series, I don't care how minor the character if it's been used or something extremely similar has been used I'm not interested. In a similar vein, some general quirk types I shy away from are as follows

- Shadow Manipulation

- Energy Control

- Elemental Powers (Especially fire)

These are mostly just due to abundance, main series or otherwise and I find them trite by now. If you can come up with interesting variations on these abilities which add some unique or cerebral element then I would take that gladly. When developing your quirk, keep in mind that these people will be assassins so shy away from conspicuous quirks (things that would draw a lot of attention, like bright lights or loud noises must also be carefully considered before submitting)

Personality: A description of how your character is as a person, their tendencies, how they interact with others, etc. Try to include at least 1 major character flaw which can be written around (I don't mean like "clumsy" or "tries too hard", something more like "crippling drug addiction" or "severe mental complex which stifles their social abilities and how they work in a team"). This is the most important part of the character submission so be sure to put in a lot of thought and care.

Likes: Things your character enjoys, at least 5, and don't be afraid to repeat yourself if you mentioned some in the Personality section.

Dislikes: Things your character despises, at least 5, and don't be afraid to repeat yourself if you mentioned some in the Personality section.

History: Some background as to why your character is who they are and how they got to where they are. This section can be used to explain and justify aspects of the personality section and so can be argued to be almost as important. Go into detail as to why they want to become an assassin or if they even want to be an assassin in the first place.

Statistics: Fill out the following parameters with a ranking from A (best) to E (worst), S is a theoretical option above A, but only used if the statistic is on, around or above All Might level, so not realistic for a student submission (unless its one of those OP rival student deal, but even that's pushing it). Please be realistic as well, everyone has areas they excel in and areas they are weak in. If you have an A (or an S, god forbid) for every stat then its hard for me to take it seriously, so be conservative.

Power: A measure of your characters physical damage dealing ability, and to a lesser extent their athletic capabilities. Do not factor in quirks to this stat, unless it's a physical enhancement type quirk.

Endurance: This statistic determines how well your character can pain, injury or discomfort in both physical and mental forms. Do not factor in quirks to this stat, unless it's a physical enhancement type quirk.

Quirk: This statistic represents the power or applicability of your characters quirk. Please factor in not just the quality of the quirk, but the user's apprehension of the ability. An average quirk with masterful apprehension is just as rightfully an A as an overpowered ability with an average level of apprehension. Hell, even if your character is quirkless they could still use this stat as a measure of how well they are at fighting against quirks as opposed to with them.

Intelligence: This represents your character's brain function, unsurprisingly. This can mean their knowledge, apprehension skills and importantly their ability to strategize and make use of tactics in a fight.

Technique: This one is slightly more esoteric than the others, so I can explain it using examples. Take an A to mean Ip man, and an E to mean drunken flailing and you should be able to puzzle out where your character falls.

Teamwork: A port of the "cooperation" stat from the main series, this shows how well your character can work in a group, either in taking orders, acting efficiently with others or leading a team to victory.

Additional: This is an optional segment for if there is anything you wanted me to know about your character that isn't covered in the above criteria.

NOTE: You do not have to use this form, but if you are going to use another forum please make sure it has ALL of this information on it and it is at least as detailed, or it won't do. ALSO, only 1 student submission per person, submit only through PM and title as "MY ASSASSIN ACADEMIA SYOC: [Your characters name here]" or I won't open it. If your character is already in use in another ongoing story then I would rather not use them (If the story is defunct or finished then its ok).

So, here's how submissions are gonna work. I'll accept 1 out of the 20 student spots available every day until the final 21st day when the next chapter will be posted, so your deadline for submission is the 21st of September. This system gives me plenty of time for deliberation, and is hopefully fair on the people who want to spend a lot of time on their forums, so I'll see you on the 21st!