Well, it's been nearly a month since my last update. Here's an 11k word chapter as an apology.
I'm so sorry for the unintentional hiatus. I've just had a lot on my plate recently and this chapter was much harder to write than others.
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Rappa closed the door behind him as quietly as possible.
He had taken advantage of the fact that everyone was so distracted with the Sports Festival to visit Eri. Almost everyone had been given the day off, so he didn't really have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him.
Rappa winced as the door closed with a loud bang.
Still, he needed to be careful. It would be disastrous if anyone found him here.
Out of nervous habit, Rappa glanced down at the tupperware in his hand to make sure that it was all there. If he left anything behind, Overhaul might get suspicious that someone was bringing stuff to Eri and would increase the security around her.
After counting the tupperware one last time, Rappa quickly walked down the hallway.
He would drop the tupperware off in the kitchen and pick up some food he had made earlier. He would then join his fellow yakuza in the lounge and serve them the food. It gave him a good alibi for his absence and he doubted that anyone would question it.
Rappa turned the corner and walked right into someone. The impact made Rappa drop his tupperware and the person he bumped into stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor with a pained grunt.
Rappa looked down at the dropped items and glared up angrily at the person he bumped into.
"Watch where you're going pun-"
Rappa's voice died in his throat.
Overhaul was looking at him coldly with a raised eyebrow.
"What was that, Rappa?"
Rappa felt himself start to sweat profusely.
What was Overhaul doing here? He was supposed to be in the lounge with the other members.
Rappa glanced down at the plastic bowls surrounding him.
This was literally the worst possible situation. Not only was he incredibly close to Eri's room, which by itself was very suspicious, but he also had several pieces of dirty tupperware. It would've been fine if he had been caught with them near the lounge or the kitchen, but possessing them here would surely set off tons of alarm bells in Overhaul's head.
Overhaul continued to stare darkly at Rappa.
"You should answer me when I ask you a question."
Rappa glanced around at his surroundings nervously before letting out a shaky laugh.
"It was nothing Lord Overhaul. I just didn't realize that you were going to be here and was surprised."
Overhaul narrowed his eyes.
"You just called me Lord Overhaul. You never do that."
Rappa started sweating profusely under his mask as he tried to formulate a response. Before he could think of something, however, Overhaul spoke up again.
"It's also rather strange that you're in this part of the building, is it not? You said earlier that you would spend the day watching the Sports Festival in your room."
Overhaul glanced down at a plastic bowl lying near him and brought it closer to his face to inspect it.
Overhaul glared up suspiciously at Rappa.
"Why do you have these with you?"
Rappa mind raced as he tried to think of a believable excuse for Overhaul's questions.
"I was taking these to the kitchen. I've had some tupperware in my room that I've been too lazy to take back for a while, and I thought now was just a good of time as any. As for calling you Lord Overhaul, I recently came to the epiphany that I should start showing you some respect."
Rappa prayed to every deity that he could think of that Overhaul would let go of his suspicions for now.
Overhaul got up off the floor and casually put his hand onto Rappa's shoulder.
Rappa froze up under his boss's touch.
Overhaul gazed at Rappa with his normal dead-eyed look.
"Forgive me if I'm misremembering, but isn't your room on the other side of the building? Why would you be here if the kitchen was your destination?"
Rappa felt his heart skip a beat. He had always been a shitty liar, and now it was biting him in the ass.
"I got lost."
Overhaul stared at him with a blank look.
"...what?"
Rappa wanted to slap himself for saying such a stupid lie.
"I got lost."
He was going to die. Overhaul would never believe something like that.
Overhaul continued gazing at him for a moment before he took his hand off his shoulder.
Rappa let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. Overhaul probably saw right through his lie but was letting it go for now.
Overhaul tossed the bowl onto the ground and started walking past Rappa, before he suddenly paused.
"Now that I'm thinking about it, why don't you accompany me for a second Rappa? I need to extract some more genetic material from Eri and it would go much faster if someone carried her to the extraction room for me."
Rappa shivered. He had always done his best to ignore Overhaul's…sessions with Eri. He hated even having to think about them and he had always pushed guard duty during the sessions onto someone else.
"Actually Lord Overhaul, I'd like to get back to watching the festiv-"
Overhaul turned to glare directly at Rappa's face.
"I wasn't asking."
Rappa realized that he had no other choice here. If he disobeyed Overhaul, he would probably die. To someone like Overhaul, he was entirely replaceable if he refused orders.
Rappa meekly nodded.
"Ok."
Overhaul motioned for him to follow and the two of them walked back to Eri's room in silence.
As soon as they arrived, Overhaul wasted no time in swinging the door open and walking into the room.
Eri was lying on the floor, seemingly having fallen asleep. She opened her tired eyes and looked up in confusion. The moment she saw Overhaul, however, she started screaming and crawling backward on the floor.
Before she could move back very far, Overhaul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the ground. The young girl squirmed and yelped in pain as Overhaul brought her up to eye level.
"Were you trying to run away from me you little monster? How rude. You should be thankful for everything that I've done for you."
Rappa felt himself resist his urge to kill Overhaul then and there. No matter how much he wanted to murder the fucker for what he was doing to Eri, things would only get worse if Overhaul died.
Everyone in the base was fiercely loyal to Overhaul for one reason or another. If he died, then Rappa would have to contend with every last one of them while trying to protect Eri. He doubted that he would last even five minutes against an onslaught like that.
On top of that, Eri had a tracking device that Overhaul had installed into her spine. Even if they somehow did get out, it would only be a matter of time until someone found them again.
Overhaul suddenly sniffed the air and turned towards Rappa.
Rappa felt death's shadow looming over him.
The smell of the food he had brought earlier was still fresh in the room.
Overhaul walked over to him and glared up with murderous intent.
The two stood in silence for a moment before Overhaul lifted Eri up towards him.
"Carry the girl for me."
Rappa took Eri from Overhaul and held her gently and firmly in his arms. She struggled against him and gazed up in tears with a betrayed look.
Rappa wanted to do nothing more than tell her how sorry he was. He wanted to run as far away as possible from the murderous sociopath in front of him as he could. He wanted to leave this fucking job behind and go back to his old matches in the fighting ring, with Eri by his side.
But he knew that all of that was impossible. No matter how far he ran or where he hid, Overhaul would find him and Eri. Without him around, Eri would have no one who could be there for her and she would fall deeper into despair. He couldn't let that happen.
Overhaul started walking out of the room and Rappa followed in silence.
Within minutes, the two had finished the short walk to the extraction room.
Overhaul opened the door and held it for Rappa to walk through.
"After you."
Rappa quietly nodded and carried the still struggling Eri into the room.
The extraction room was a rather drab and barren room. All the walls were painted black and the only thing of notice in the room was a black seat covered in various straps.
Without Overhaul even needing to order him, Rappa set Eri gently down in the chair and secured the restraints around her limbs. As he finished wrapping up her arm, he leaned down next to her and whispered as quietly as he could.
"Please forgive me. Words cannot describe how sorry I am."
Eri screamed and squirmed in her seat as Overhaul walked closer.
Overhaul roughly slapped the young girl in the face, causing her screams to become painful whimpers.
Overhaul turned emotionlessly to Rappa.
"You might want to back up. The extraction process tends to get a bit…...messy."
Rappa took a few steps back and closed his eyes as Overhaul got out a vial and lowered his hand towards Eri.
Rappa heard Eri's voice suddenly disappear for a few moments before her screams restarted again.
Coward. Coward. Coward.
Eri's voice disappeared again before it came back again in even more painful screams.
Coward. Coward. Coward.
Eri's voice shut out for a longer period this time before it came back. This time she didn't scream or whimper, she only gagged and retched weakly.
Coward! Coward! Coward!
This cycle continued on for what felt like hours before finally, he heard the sound of Overhaul stepping away from Eri and opened his eyes.
Rappa nearly wretched at the sight of Eri's weak, vomit-covered form. He resisted the urge to run over and check on her wellbeing and waited for Overhaul's command.
Overhaul gave Rappa an unusually satisfied look as he held the vial in his hand.
"Thank you for cooperating, Rappa. Now take her back to her room."
Without another word, Overhaul left the room.
As soon as he was gone, Rappa raced over to Eri. He reached out a hand, but she flinched away from him in fear.
Rappa felt his heart hurt even more and quickly undid the bonds on her before picking her up in his arms.
"I'm sorry."
Eri looked away from him with tears in her eyes. She was far too traumatized right now for him to console her.
Rappa gently carried her in his arms back towards her room. In no time at all, they were standing in front of it.
Rappa took her into the room and laid her down on the mat she called a bed. She was far too weak to move, so he carefully pulled the blanket over her tired form.
Rappa walked over to a dresser, the only other piece of furniture in the room, and pulled out another one of her dresses.
Rappa carefully took the garment and placed it next to the now sleeping child. He wiped a bit of hair that was stuck on her face off of it with his finger, being careful to avoid waking her up.
He smiled down tearfully under his mask at the quiet child below him.
Physically, Eri was fine. Overhaul's genetic extraction process was painful, but it didn't leave any lasting damage. Within a few days, she should be as healthy as she was before.
Her mental health, however, was a different story. No matter how long Eri had been enduring this, she was still just a child. Her mind wouldn't be able to handle the trauma of what was happening to her forever. If she didn't leave soon her mind would break. Even ignoring that, the pain she already suffered would leave scars on her psyche for the rest of her life.
Rappa gently patted her on the head.
"I'm sorry that you have to deal with this, but for now, there is nothing I can do. But I'll make you a promise Eri. One day, I'll get you out of here, with or without me."
All for One smiled darkly at the screen in front of him.
For just a second, he had felt it. Something, or rather, someone had awakened within All Might's prodigy.
He had honestly not been expecting the vestiges to wake up so quickly within the boy, but it was amusing to a certain extent. It was hilarious how the boy was already proving himself to be far more competent than his imbecile of a mentor.
It was honestly a shame that he had largely ignored the boy up to this point. He still remembered when his subordinate had told him about another grandchild of Nana Shimura with the same quirk as Shigaraki. At the time he had been mildly interested, but he had been determined to finish All Might before deciding what to do. Besides, he doubted that Kurogiri could've handled a second Shigaraki.
Maybe he should learn more about the child and his past. Tsubasa should still have some records from back when he was his patient. It never hurt to know more about your future enemy.
The real question was whether he wanted to capture the child as quickly as possible or just leave it to Shigaraki.
On one hand, getting the child while he was still weak and developing would be quick and easy. He could pose a problem if he got enough time to develop. According to Kurogiri, he had been unable to teleport the child for one reason or another, so that ruled out just teleporting him away. Still, there were plenty of other ways to capture him. A simple nomu could grab him and leave before any heroes would even have the chance to arrive.
On the other hand, Shigaraki had shown an abnormal amount of effort when it came to finding ways to capture All Might's prodigy. It was a nice change of pace to see the idiot of a man-child actually apply himself for once. Shigaraki was also clearly learning from what he had seen. The experience would vastly benefit his successor and could teach him so much.
All for One weighed the pros and cons in his head for a few moments before he finally decided to go with the latter option.
Ultimately, it would be more beneficial at the moment for Shigaraki to learn and grow. The child was not his top priority after all and if Shigaraki couldn't handle the responsibility, he was even more worthless than he previously thought. For now, he needed to focus on other aspects of his plans.
For one thing, he needed to figure out what he was going to do with the members of the Villain Factory(1).
All of the important members were all either captured or missing and all the information surrounding their research had been destroyed. Tsubasa had been badgering him for weeks to recover the members. The old fool kept rambling on about how their research could help him create a new "High-end" nomu or something like that.
He would probably just let Tsubasa handle the situation himself. He was one of the most competent of his subordinates, and All for One had faith that he could free the Villain Factory members with minimal effort. Tsubasa would be happy and he would get some loose ends tied up.
On the topic of loose ends, he really needed Kurogiri or Tsubasa to check on the status of Gigantomachia(2). A being as dangerous and simple-minded as him might need to be moved to a more secure location.
Gigantomachia wasn't the only loose end that he needed to deal with, however. Toxic Chainsaw and Harime Oji(3) had been missing for years. Both of them could pose significant threats to his worthless successor or himself if they were not dealt with quickly and effectively. It was something that he may need to handle himself before he became unable to.
All for One grimaced at the thought.
He was dying. That was a plain and simple fact at this point. Tsubasa had been telling him for years that he needed to pass on his quirks to Shigaraki before it was too late, but he was reluctant to do it just yet. There were still things that he needed to take care of before he passed on.
On the topic of Shigaraki, he finally needed to start assisting actively in his growth. Shigaraki was definitely growing quite quickly in both power and leadership, as evidenced by how quickly he was able to gather new allies. But no matter much improvement he had shown, he was still a childish imbecile that he had only chosen as his successor out of spite.
Meanwhile, Shigaraki's rival had only had One for All for a few weeks to a month. Already, however, he was demonstrating exponential growth in controlling his new quirk. To put it simply, Shigaraki was still ahead, but he would soon find himself falling behind. That was simply unacceptable for the one he had chosen to be his successor. At this point, the only solution was to force the worthless man-child to grow.
All for One heard the screen in front of him making more announcements about the upcoming matches, but he honestly didn't care enough to pay attention. He lowered his hand to the phone that always lay next to him and dialed Kurogiri's phone number.
After a few rings, he heard his subordinate's voice.
"What is it, my master?"
"Come to me."
All for One heard the telltale click of the phone hanging up, and within seconds Kurogiri was kneeling in front of him.
Kurogiri kept his head as close to the ground as he could.
"May I inquire again to why I am here, master?"
All for One chuckled at Kurogiri's overly formal tone.
"Straight to the point as always. Well, I guess it can't be helped."
All for One shifted in his seat to make himself appear larger.
"I need Shigaraki to start taking his responsibility as my successor more seriously. He's not trying hard enough and I want to force the worthless weakling to prove himself to me. If I make him see what this world is really like, maybe he'll stop being such a child."
Kurogiri bristled at his words.
"If I may interject, I feel like Shigaraki is trying as hard as he can to be a worthy successor. He had been growing as a leader every day and he's finally learning how to command a team."
All for One noted that Kurogiri seemed more annoyed than usual.
"I completely agree, but he's not growing fast enough. My time is growing shorter and shorter by the day. If he continues growing at his current rate, there will be no way that I can trust him to be my successor. He is the one I've chosen to succeed me after all, for better or for worse."
Kurogiri remained quiet for a moment.
"Don't you think you're being too harsh on him? He is still just a bo-"
"A boy who is now twenty years old. I've given him enough time to grow on his own, so he needs to pick up the pace. You've been far too easy on him! His weakness is entirely because of you."
The smoke that made up Kurogiri's body started flaring outwards just a bit in anger.
"Sir, I-"
"Be quiet you fool and accept that you're responsible for the immature idiot that you raised. Because of you, my chosen successor is one of the worst possible kinds of people I can imagine."
Kurogiri looked up and tried to interject.
"Master, plea-"
"I should've never entrusted my legacy to a soft excuse for a villain like you! I should've thrown that child to the dogs and forced him to fend for himself! Maybe then he wouldn't have the emotional maturity of your average eight-year-old!"
Kurogiri remained silent for a moment to make sure All for One's tantrum was finished.
"With all due respect, you were the one who dropped a traumatized, guilt-ridden child at my bar and told me to raise him. I did my best to help him grow as much as possible and I had to spend years convincing him to use his quirk. I gave him all the support he needed and tried to make him into a functioning adult. I did the best I possibly could in raising him."
All for One laughed darkly and gripped his seat hard enough to crack it.
"If that was the best you could do in raising him than maybe you're even more foolish than he is. I should've turned that child into a nomu as soon as I found him. Maybe then I wouldn't be a rotting corpse waiting to pass on my quirk to a childish weakling."
Kurogiri body was shivering due to a mix of anger and hate.
"Give him time to prove himself! Forcing him to grow won't help at all! Don't you care about his well being?!"
Within a fraction of a second, All for One was looming over Kurogiri. All for One lowered his face to eye level and forced Kurogiri to look at the grizzled remains of what used to be his face.
"All I care about is having a successor I can trust to do my bidding after I'm gone. Other than that, I don't care about what happens to him."
There was a beat of tense silence as Kurogiri stared daggers at his master.
"Bring me, Shigaraki. Our conversation is done here."
Kurogiri nodded reluctantly and raised his hand to teleport away, but hesitated for a brief second.
"You know, he cares about you far more than he cares about me. He would die for you in a heartbeat. It's nice to see how much you reciprocate his feelings."
With those final words, Kurogiri teleported away.
Shigaraki was ecstatic to watch Izuku's next match!
It was against the son of the number two hero's son, so it would be a great way to see the progress Izuku had made. Words couldn't describe how excited he was to see his friend in action.
Shigaraki glanced sideways to see his teammate's reactions.
To his surprise, Dabi was the only one there. Twice and Toga were nowhere to be found.
Dabi must've noticed his confused face and he turned in his seat towards him.
"Toga left about thirty or so minutes ago. She mumbled that she was out of blood or something like that. Twice left soon after her to go get a refill on his medication."
Shigaraki thought on the matter for a second.
"Are you sure that it was a good idea to let those two go off on their own?"
Dabi shrugged.
"I'm sure it'll be fine."
Himiko casually leaned back on the wall of the alley as she drained the blood from the canister that she had just removed from her shoulder.
She wanted to practically moan in pleasure as she felt the metallic-tasting liquid slide down her throat.
It tasted so amazing!
She felt the familiar urge to transform overcome her and gray goo started to cover her body.
Toga looked down at her newly transformed body and smiled happily.
She looked so beautiful! The woman she had become had such flawless skin and dainty hands.
Himiko smirked and stroked her hips lovingly.
Not to mention other amazing features…..
It always felt nice to take the appearance of another. It had always felt like the most amazing feeling in the world, ever since she was a little girl. People had always found it creepy, but she didn't care. It was simply too intoxicating to give up.
She should hurry up and finish this though. Her friends were waiting for her.
Himiko smiled genuinely at the thought of her teammates.
It was surprisingly nice to be surrounded by friends for once her life. She had never really had friends before the League. Nobody, not even her parents, had been willing to interact with her more than the bare minimum. Apparently, she was "freaky" and "scary". Meanwhile, Twice, Dabi, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki actually enjoyed spending time with her. Sure it was obvious that they were kind of scared of her, but they treated her far better than anyone ever had before. They didn't treat her like a disgusting monster that needed to be destroyed.
They treated her like a person.
It also helped that Shigaraki was so hot. If only he would let her bloody him up like the girl she just transformed into. Then he would be perfect.
Himiko heard a groan next to her and turned to see that the beautiful woman was still alive. The girl raised her head and looked around dazedly until her eyes landed on Himiko. She cocked her head in confusion at the sight of her own naked body.
"W-what?"
Himiko licked her lips in a catlike manner as her eyes locked onto the young woman before her.
She had thought that the woman had looked beautiful before, but she looked like a goddess covered in her own blood. It was irresistible.
The woman suddenly noticed the blood covering her hands and arms. It took her a moment to process it before her eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to scream.
Before a single noise got out, however, Himiko leaped on top of her and covered her mouth.
Himiko brought her mouth up next to the woman's ear and liked it seductively.
"Shhhh. I honestly wasn't expecting you to stay alive this long. I'm glad that you are though."
Himiko pulled up and stared down lustfully at the sobbing woman below her.
"Let's have lots of fun while you're still bloody and beautiful."
Himiko grinned as the woman below her started struggling as hard as she could against Himiko's powerful grip.
Shigaraki and the others could wait. She wanted to have a lot more fun with this one.
Jin stumbled down the street as he walked away from the drugstore while holding his throbbing head.
It hurt so bad!
It felt so good.
Jin grimaced and patted the mask in his pocket to make sure that it was still there.
He wasn't exactly the most famous villain, far from it in fact, but it was far too risky to put it on in public. Just one person recognizing him would cause every hero in the city to mob him in seconds. He didn't want to inconvenience his allies by getting captured.
Jin smiled dreamily as he thought about his newfound friends.
His teammates weren't exactly the sanest or most stable people. Shigaraki was somehow childish and mature at the same time, Kurogiri was far too calm and trusting for a villain, Dabi was obsessed with murdering the number two hero and his child, and Toga scared him far more than he would like to admit. They were outcasts; the garbage of society.
Just like him.
That's why he had grown to care so much about them in the very short time that they had known each other. Whether they realized it or not, they were all the same in one way or another. It's what made him so willing to fight for them.
Society had failed them just as much as it had failed him. Somehow, in being surrounded by all his new friends, it gave him a place where he could belong.
We don't belong anywhere.
Jin grabbed his throbbing head and groaned in pain.
"SHUT UP!"
Jin was moderately aware of all the eyes staring at him, but he ignored them and stumbled into a nearby alley.
He was splitting! He could feel it!
Jin started hyperventilating as he desperately pulled his mask over his head and started chanting to himself.
With this mask I am whole!
With this mask I am whole!
With this mask I am whole!
It took about five minutes for the pain to fully disappear from his head. Jin sat there for a few minutes longer to make sure it was completely gone before he stood up.
That had been far too close. He had nearly split apart again involuntarily. After his previous experience with his duplicates, it was obviously far too dangerous to let himself split apart for the foreseeable future.
What do you mean duplicates? For all you know, you're just as much of a duplicate as I am.
Twice grimaced and removed his mask from his face.
He needed to get back to the bar quickly. He had no idea how much longer he had until he would start to split again.
Shigaraki sighed and glanced at the television. It would be at least another twenty minutes until the next match started.
Suddenly, he heard the familiar sound of Kurogiri's warping back home behind him.
"Sensei wants to see you."
Shigaraki frowned.
That was odd. Kurogiri sounded extremely angry, which was very unusual for the quiet bartender.
Shigaraki spun around in his seat to look at Kurogiri with concern.
"Is something wrong?"
Kurogiri avoided eye contact with him and created a portal for Shigaraki to step through.
"It doesn't matter right now. Just go talk with Sensei."
Shigaraki turned to Dabi.
"I'm going to leave for a bit. If Toga and Twice aren't back within the hour, go out with Kurogiri to look for them."
Dabi waved him off dismissively.
"Sure, whatever. I'll make sure the freak and the psychopath get back safe and sound."
Shigaraki threw one last glance at Kurogiri before he walked into the portal in front of him.
To his surprise, Sensei's room seemed a lot cleaner than usual. It was dark and damp, as always, but the various cobwebs and blood stains covering the place seemed to have completely disappeared.
"Ah, Shigaraki! I have been expecting you."
Shigaraki turned towards the voice that broke the silence.
"SENSEI!"
Shigaraki almost ran up to hug the man sitting in front of him, but caught himself and kneeled on the ground. He lowered his head to specifically cover his now blushing face.
Shigaraki couldn't believe that he had blurted out so childishly like that. It was so embarrassing.
"What is your bidding my master?"
Sensei chuckled good-naturedly.
"Oh, there's no need for such formalities. I'm just as happy to see you as you are to see me. Speak freely."
Shigaraki blushed even harder and lowered his head further.
"I know master, I'm just embarrassed that I let my happiness to see you take me over for a moment. You must be so disappointed."
Sensei chuckled again.
"It's fine, my child. Nothing you do could possibly disappoint me."
Shigaraki smiled and raised his head.
"Thanks, Sensei!"
Sensei suddenly tilted his head questioningly.
"I sense that there is something else that is upsetting you, my child. What is it?"
Shigaraki hesitated.
"Well, Kurogiri seemed sort of upset earlier. I was wondering if you happened to know why."
For the briefest of moments, Shigaraki could've sworn that Sensei seemed annoyed. Shigaraki thought nothing of it, however.
"Kurogiri is just…..upset over an assignment I gave him. It's nothing important."
Shigaraki nodded.
"Alright Sensei, I trust you."
Shigaraki started scratching at his neck lazily.
"By the way, why did you call me here?"
Sensei beckoned for Shigaraki to move forward, which he quickly obeyed.
Once Shigaraki was right next to him, Sensei reached down and grabbed a file on the table that sat next to him.
He handed the file to Shigaraki, who took it and flipped through it quickly.
It contained several pictures and pieces information on several villains and villain groups Shigaraki recognized.
"This Shigaraki is every bit of information Giran could scrounge up on the most dangerous villains and villain organizations in the world. If I remember correctly, it contains information on the Mutant Exclusionist Committee, Shie Hassaikai, Stain, Wolfram, Muscular, Moonfish, Magne, and ."
Shigaraki closed the file and glanced at his master.
"I get that, but why are you giving me this?"
Sensei patted Shigaraki's shoulder lovingly.
"The same thing you've been doing. I want you to recruit some of the most dangerous and powerful villains out there for your cause. With their help, you could be invincible, Shigaraki Tomura."
Shigaraki looked down at the file with newfound determination.
"Alright! I'll make you proud Sensei."
Sensei smiled and pulled Shigaraki into a hug.
"You already have, my boy."
Shigaraki all but melted into his Sensei's embrace. It felt so warm and loving.
Shigaraki pulled out of the embrace and turned around, but Sensei caught him on his sleeve.
"One last thing. If you are able to recruit at least half of the names on that list, I have a…...special reward for you. Got it?"
Shigaraki nodded.
"Got it."
Shigaraki reached for his phone before he suddenly stopped in hesitation.
Shigaraki leaped forward and gave his master one last hug.
"I love you Sensei. I would do anything for you."
Shigaraki released his embrace and reached back into his pocket for his phone. He was so distracted with calling Kurogiri that he missed the brief flash of regret that crossed his Sensei's features.
"Shigaraki, I-"
Shigaraki turned towards Sensei.
"Yes?"
Sensei hesitated.
"I-I love you too. Stay safe."
Shigaraki smiled at Sensei before he turned around and walked through the portal that opened up next to him.
Dabi flipped through the notes on his phone as he waited for the match to begin in boredom.
These matches were taking far too long to start. Who the fuck scheduled this damn thing?
Dabi suddenly paused.
Now that he thought about it, who came up with the idea of the Sports Festival. It was kind of idiotic to so brazenly display the next generation of heroes to the world while they were young and vulnerable.
Dabi shrugged.
Whatever, it wasn't like he cared. It just made his role in the League of Villains far easier.
Dabi continued scrolling through his list of ways that he could torture and kill father and Shoto.
Waterboarding seemed very painful, but he might kill them a bit too early if he wasn't careful. Overpowering their resistance to fire by heating his flames up as high as they could go was also tempting, but he really didn't want to risk gaining any more burn scars.
There were far too many good choices to choose from. Why could he kill them only once? Either way, he couldn't wait for Shigaraki's help in capturing them.
In all honesty, he couldn't give two shits about Shigaraki's dream society. He personally thought that he was quite foolish for believing that the world would just bend to his whim so easily. All he cared about was what Shigaraki could do for him.
The only reason he followed him was because of how strong Shigaraki was. No matter how foolish he may find Shigaraki, he was clearly a powerful man with a great amount of charisma. If he really applied himself, Dabi had no doubt that Shigaraki could become the most powerful villain in the world. When that time came, capturing his father and brother would be far easier.
But he would have to wait until that time came. In his current state, Shigaraki was far too immature to assist him in killing Endeavor and Shoto. Luckily, their deaths was just one of the things that he needed to do.
If everything worked out the way he wanted it to, he'd be able to put a certain someone out of their misery by the end of the week.
For now, however, he had notes to take and fights to watch.
Katsuki stood on the field and sized up his next opponent.
He didn't know much about this grape-haired motherfucker, but him being Deku's friend was a good enough reason to beat the ever living shit out of him. Maybe he should blast his mouth shut so he could take out all his rage on this midget before his fight with Deku or the peppermint fucker.
Katsuki winced at the thought and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Fuck, he really needed to stop thinking like that. One more fuck-up would cost him his destiny as the number one hero. He couldn't afford to lose his shot at proving that he was stronger than anyone else out there. He needed to hold back from utterly crushing people.
He looked back at the tiny fucker who was staring at him with an annoyingly familiar look of determination.
Well, maybe he could crush this midget a little bit.
"Begin!"
Before Mineta even got a chance to move Katsuki had already blasted himself at the arena towards him.
Mineta panicked and grabbed one of the orbs on top of his head, but Katsuki grabbed him by the arm and threw him across the stage.
Katsuki snorted as he watched him bounce near the edge. Maybe he wouldn't get a chance to warm up after all.
Luckily for him, Mineta was able to pull off one of the balls on his head and slam onto the stage just in time to prevent himself from falling off the stage.
Katsuki blinked in surprise before he smiled darkly.
Maybe this fight wouldn't be so boring after all.
Katsuki blasted backwards to make another attack on the midget, but to his surprise, his left foot stayed in place and he slammed face-first into the ground.
Katsuki felt dazed for a moment before he shook himself and zoned back into the fight. To his surprise, he felt a small amount of blood trickle down his face from where he landed face-first into the ground.
He glanced backwards angrily to see what had prevented his foot from moving and was shocked to find that one of the purple-fucker's orb was now stuck to his shoe.
What the fuck? When did he get the chance to-
Katsuki pulled himself out of his thoughts and quickly pushed himself to his foot.
It didn't matter how or when the fucker had gotten a chance to place an orb on his foot. He had managed to do it and there was nothing he could do about it.
Honestly, he should've felt humiliated for letting himself get caught by one of the midget's attacks. But he felt no such thing.
Katsuki started to breathe heavily and slightly shivered in pleasure as adrenaline began pulsing through his body.
He felt exhilarated that he would be able to actually fight.
The purple-haired fucker had finally regained his footing and grabbed several balls off of his head. He started lobbing them by the dozens at Katsuki as quickly and as furiously as possible.
Katsuki understood the midget's strategy now. These orbs were amazingly sticky and powerful in general when they landed on someone, but they were much harder to use on a moving target. If the target was stationary, however, you could beseech them with a barrage of orbs that they would be unable to dodge.
It was a surprisingly simple and effective strategy. It would've been a great move….if it was being used on anyone other than Katsuki.
Katsuki laughed maniacally and started blasting the orbs as they came at him with joyful glee.
Yes! This was great! His blood was pumping, his face was sweating, and he was finally able to let out as much rage as he wanted on these worthless orbs the midget kept throwing. It was perfect!
All too soon, however, the barrage of orbs stopped and the midget dropped to his knees panting. He was bleeding a bit from his scalp, most likely due to an overuse of his quirk.
Katsuki waited to see if his opponent could continue fighting before he kneeled down and removed his foot from his shoe.
He could have easily gotten out at any time but blasting the midget's barrage of orbs was far too fun to pass up.
Katsuki took a moment to stretch and work his muscles before blasting towards the purple-haired fucker. He didn't actually need to do it, but the more he humiliated his opponent the better.
Katsuki slowed himself to a stop just short of the midget. Still panting heavily, the little fucker tried to reach up and grab one more orb, which Katsuki easily stopped with a blast to the fuckers face.
The blast sent the midget flying clear off the stage and into the walls surrounding the arena. He landed with a hard thud on the wall behind him and slid to the ground, clearly unconscious.
Katsuki winced.
Maybe he had gone a bit overboard there.
There was a moment of silence as everyone in the stadium before cheers started ringing out through the stadium at his victory.
Katsuki took a moment to bask in the glory of his victory. Even if his opponent was just one of Deku's miserable friends, the feeling of beating him down and putting him in his place felt so good.
Katsuki glanced up at where his classmates were sitting with a smirk. He could clearly see the peppermint fucker and the shitty Deku looking back at him.
Even at this distance, the implication of his look was clear.
No matter which of them won, they better not disappoint him.
Izuku walked down the tunnel towards his match in deep thought.
He was still confused at what had happened during his match with Shinsou.
Shimura Nana, his long-dead grandmother had appeared in front of him with no explanation. Not only that, but he was the only one who could see her.
Then there were the weird pairs of eyes that had been staring back at him from behind her. They felt oddly familiar all things considered, and the way they stared back at him filled him with a sense of pride.
It was definitely one of the odder things he had experienced, even with how crazy his life was. If it was the effect of a quirk than it was like no quirk he'd ever heard of before. But something told him that it wasn't a quirk, or at least, not the quirk of another person.
The feeling he had felt when he had looked at Nana and those eyes were incredibly similar to One for All, not to mention the fact that One for All had filled him immediately after the odd hallucination. It made him quite curious if this was some side effect of One for All that All Might hadn't told him about. He'd have to ask him after the tournament was over.
Suddenly, a massive figure blocked Izuku's path as he turned the corner.
Izuku stopped dead in his tracks from dread as soon as he saw the man.
Looming over him menacingly was Todoroki Enji, also known as Endeavor. He looked down at Izuku with an unusually interested glare for a hero so well known for his impassive nature.
Izuku swallowed nervously as he looked up at the massive man standing in front of him.
Shoto and his dad's words made it very clear just the kind of person Endeavor was. That wasn't even mentioning his aggressive and intimidating behavior earlier. This was far too dangerous of a situation to let himself get wrapped up in. Maybe he could just try walking around him to get out of this situation before it even began.
Izuku tried to just walk around the massive man, but Endeavor moved to block his path.
Well, that failed. Kicking him in between the legs and trying to run for it would probably just make him angrier. There was no one around to help him and he doubted that anyone could hear him down here. He really had no other option but to try and talk his way out of this.
"Hello , may I please get past you? I have a match tha-"
"You're quite powerful for someone of your age."
Izuku winced.
Endeavor had clearly seen through his plan and was making it clear that it wasn't going to work.
"Many of your classmates are very powerful for their age. That Bakugou kid and the bird-headed kid far surpass even me and Hisashi's skill level when were their age. That's not even mentioning my powerhouse of a spawn."
Izuku took note of the fact that he spoke in such a detached manner about his own son.
"Yeah, my classmates are quite strong. It's what I admire so much about them."
Endeavor continued gazing down at him in cold interest.
"You've piqued my interest Midoriya Izuku. Even if you're not the most powerful of your classmates right now, I feel like you have the most potential. That alone puts you leagues above them."
Izuku glanced around nervously in the hopes that someone would come and get him out of this situation. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.
"Th-thanks?"
Endeavor stared for a moment more.
"I want you to come work at my agency Midoriya Izuku."
Izuku's jaw nearly dropped in shock.
What the fuck? That was not what he was expecting.
"Uh, thanks for the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I don't train under child abusers."
Within seconds, Endeavor was holding him up in the air by the collar of his shirt.
Izuku nearly wanted to slap himself over how much of an idiot he was.
Why the fuck would he outright tell him that he knew about Shoto's abuse? God, he hated his big mouth.
"Shoto told you everything I presume. Well, I guess there's nothing I can do about it now. I can't kill you without seriously risking my spot as the number two hero. I guess I'll just have to trust that you're intelligent enough not to expose me or try going after me legally. If you are that foolish, well, I don't think I need to elaborate on what I'll do to you."
Izuku struggled in Endeavor's grip.
"If you hurt me, my mom and dad are going to kill you."
Endeavor chuckled like Izuku had just told him a great joke.
"Oh my god, that's hilarious."
Endeavor stopped laughing and brought Izuku up to his face. He stared dead into Izuku's eyes with the darkest, angriest look he had ever seen. It felt like his very soul was going to be destroyed by the madman in front of him.
"The last time your father and I fought, we had both been only out of high school for a few years. Neither of us had much experience in actual combat without structured rules and regulations. He also caught me by surprise with his attacks. I had not been expecting him to fight as well as he did and I may have been a tad bit overconfident."
Endeavor gripped Izuku's collar tighter.
"But that was almost twenty years ago. Since then, I've trained and grown far stronger. I've learned techniques and ways to use my fire that most other people with fire quirks could only dream of. I've beaten opponents that would make Hisashi shiver with fear. Most importantly of all, however, I've gained experience. We were both punks when we fought back then, and our fight was practically a street fight with how horrible it was. I've risen to the spot of number two hero by defeating multiple villains a day, every day, for the past twenty years. To put it in simple terms, I'm much stronger than I was back then, and I'm sure that even you're father would agree that I would win in a fair fight now."
Endeavor tossed Izuku backwards onto the ground.
"But you do have a point when it comes to your mother. She would've made a great villain if she had the guts to use her quirk on innocent people. I'm not going to risk pissing her off enough for her to try and kill me."
Endeavor sighed.
"Ah well, it's disappointing that you won't join my organization. It's honestly a pity."
Endeavor sneered down at Izuku.
"Either way, do try and give my spawn a good fight. The idiot needs to get over his stupid inhibitions already or he's never going to surpass All Might. I mean, what kind of worthless hero only uses half of their quirk."
Endeavor walked past Izuku uncaringly.
"I agree with you to an extent."
Endeavor paused and spun around in surprise. He stared for a moment before he started laughing mockingly.
"Oh, that's hilarious. Even you, the closest thing that miserable wretch has to a friend, can see what an idiot he is being by wasting his quirk."
Izuku looked back at him coldly.
"I never said that I fully agreed with you. I just agree that he needs to let go of his reluctance to use his left side."
Endeavor cocked his head in confusion.
"I'm not following your reasoning here."
Izuku ignored his words and continued.
"He needs to let go of his reluctance because it's the reason he's so miserable. He sees his left side as evil entirely because of you. He sees a vital part of who he is as evil because of you. I guess I can't blame him, I used to see this quirk that I have as evil because of some simple mistakes I made as a child. But I eventually realized that I was both hurting myself and holding myself back by doing that. I don't want Shoto to go through his whole life making the same mistake I did."
Izuku clenched his fists in anger.
"And for the record, if Shoto decides to be a hero, it'll be entirely because he wanted to be one. It'll have nothing to do with what you wanted, you miserable excuse for a human being."
Endeavor stared for a moment at Izuku before his face morphed into a smirk.
"It really is a shame that you don't want to train under me. You're exactly like Hisashi was at your age."
Endeavor turned back around and waved mockingly as he walked away.
"I couldn't care less on why Shoto would choose to be a hero. As long as he is one, then my decade of training him wasn't wasted. If he doesn't choose to be a hero, I'll just throw him out."
Izuku felt a bit of rage smolder in him at the uncaring bastard walking away from him, but he calmed himself with a few deep breaths.
The bastard wasn't worth it. He didn't matter.
Izuku looked forward towards the end of the tunnel.
All that mattered now, was helping Shoto to the best of his ability.
Izuku calmed his breathing as he stood across the stage from Shoto.
On the outside, he looked cool and confident. It looked like he was staring ahead at Shoto with determination and vigor in his eyes.
On the inside, however, Izuku was panicking. In all honesty, he stood next to no chance against Shoto. Shoto not only had better range, but he could also immobilize him with one attack. There was also the fact that his muscles were beginning to ache from his overuse of One for All. The last thing he needed was for them to start cramping in the middle of a fight this difficult.
Well, he did have one advantage though.
It was clear from Shoto's body language just how uncomfortable he was. He looked far too off-balance for someone with such a cool and quiet personality. Maybe his words were getting through to him.
Honestly, it felt kind of cheap that he needed to take advantage of Shoto's emotional strife to help him. Unfortunately, he was probably going to get his ass kicked if he didn't.
"Begin."
Before Izuku could even move, Shoto threw forward a massive blast of ice.
Well, shit.
Izuku willed his gauntlets to open up his fingers and quickly flicked his left hand's ring finger with One for All.
There was a moment where the ice seemed to pause in place for a second before the entire line of ice in front of him shattered in an instant. The sheer force of the flick stirred up a whirlwind that nearly blew away several heroes in the stands behind Shoto. Shoto himself was able to stay in place by forming a wall of ice behind him at the last second.
Izuku glanced quickly down at his left hand's ring finger to asses the damage.
Huh. He didn't know that his finger could bend like that.
Shoto wasted no time in retaliating, however, by sending another blast of ice just as big as the one before.
Izuku grimaced and repeated the process from before with his pinky finger.
Once again, the ice was shattered and the whirlwind formed by the force nearly blew Shoto off the stage. This time, however, Izuku didn't waste any time looking at how damaged he was and dashed forward as fast as he could.
Izuku felt the familiar rush of adrenaline pump through his system as he ran forward. Good, he would need every last bit of strength he had for this fight.
From what he had observed of Shoto, there seemed to be a small window of recharge time in between each massive ice blast. He needed to take advantage of that opportunity and get in close. Izuku only made it a little over halfway before Shoto sent out a third massive blast of ice at him.
Shoto's strategy seemed pretty clear now. Shoot out blasts of ice at him until he couldn't defend himself anymore.
Izuku didn't hesitate to repeat his fire back at Shoto's blast, this time obliterating his left hand's middle finger.
Izuku continued to run forward as the gale destroyed the ice in front of him. He slowed down for a moment though and brushed the fingers on his undamaged right hand against the ground. With his faster decay powers, the ground around his hand turned to dust near instantly. He scooped up a handful and sped up again.
As Shoto looked up at Izuku to aim his next ice blast, Izuku channeled 5% of One for All into his right hand and threw the dust in it at Shoto.
The dust went flying due to the sheer force behind the throw and went right into Shoto's eyes. Shoto panicked and screamed out and pain at the dust in his eyes. It was clear that it was going to take a minute for him to see again.
While Shoto was distracted with the dust, Izuku closed the distance between them and landed a solid punch into the Shoto's stomach.
He specifically aimed his punch towards Shoto's left side. Since he could only produce ice from his right side, he couldn't retaliate to his quick blow. It felt kind of cheap to go after his weak spot, but he needed every possible advantage to stand a chance.
Shoto stumbled backwards for a minute and made a retching noise. As he tried to regain his balance, however, Shoto aimed in the direction of the punch he had just received and let out another blast of ice.
Izuku chose to doge out of the way of this one. It was far smaller than his previous blasts and he needed to be conservative with his fingers.
Shoto finally got the dust out of his eyes and looked up at Izuku with an irritated look.
"That was a very dirty trick."
Izuku shrugged casually.
"Everything's fair during a fight. If I can take advantage of a situation, I will. Besides, just because you're not using both parts of your quirk doesn't mean I shouldn't use both of mine."
Shoto snarled and shot another small blast of ice at Izuku.
Izuku attempted to dodge this one, but this time Shoto anticipated his dodge. Shoto aimed his blast a little bit more to Izuku's right as he shot his blast and just barely nicked Izuku's damaged left hand.
The ice rapidly crawled up Izuku's left arm until it slowed down and stopped about midway there.
Izuku grimaced.
Fuck! His entire left arm was out of commission for the time being. Meanwhile, his attack on Shoto didn't appear to leave any lasting damage.
Izuku used the momentum from dodging Shoto's attack to get himself closer to him. Izuku swung a wild haymaker towards Shoto and slammed his fist right into Shoto's jaw.
Shoto stumbled back for a minute clearly dazed from the attack. A little bit of blood appeared to be trickling down from his jaw. He took a moment to regain his balance and looked back up towards Izuku with a smile.
Just then, Izuku noticed a cold, freezing pain on his right hand and looked down.
Ice had completely covered his knuckles. It was painful as all fucking hell and it would make fighting a hell of a lot more difficult.
Izuku silently cursed to himself.
He must've been too sloppy with that last haymaker and hit Shoto's right side. It looks like he had taken advantage of his misfortune and retaliated accordingly.
Izuku grit his teeth.
He was not going to be able to last too much longer. He really didn't want to lose to Shoto when he so desperately needed help.
Izuku forced a fake smile onto his face.
"Is that the best you can do? I'm sure you could do far better if you just used your fire."
Shoto snarled and pointed his hand at Izuku.
"Shut up."
Shoto's anger made him sloppy and Izuku was able to quickly dodge out of his next ice blast.
"Too slow! I bet this would be a lot easier if you just used your fire!"
Shoto looked even more enraged.
"Shut up!"
Instead of a linear blast of ice, Shoto next attack spread out in an arc. It left no room for Izuku to dodge whatsoever.
Reluctantly, Izuku filled his right pinkie with One for All and flicked his finger again. The arc shattered and Shoto barely caught himself on the edge of the stadium.
"You know what would make this battle more challenging? You using your fire!"
Shoto's face morphed into a look of pure raw anger.
Well, he may have severely miscalculated.
"SHUT UP!"
Shoto sent forward a blast that was rapidly growing into the biggest glacier Izuku had ever seen him make.
Izuku pulled back his right hand in a fist and put as much of One for All as could into it. He punched forward with all the force he could muster.
The sheer power of the punch not only shattered the glacier, but it created a gale of wind so hard that all the glass in the stadium shattered. Many heroes in the stands would've been sent flying if it wasn't for the quick reactions of many telekinetic heroes.
Shoto himself was only able to stay on the stage due to a cracked and nearly destroyed wall of ice behind him.
Izuku felt pain shoot up through his arm and glanced down at it. His entire right arm was a dark purple color and more than one finger was unnaturally bent. He was also missing quite a bit of skin from where Shoto had retaliated when he punched him in the jaw. It was quite gruesome, to say the least.
Izuku had maybe two or three hits left in him before he would go down. He needed to start being more forceful now.
He looked up at Shoto and was surprised to see him panting heavily in exertion. He also appeared to be heavily shivering in place painfully.
Why would he be shivering in the middle of a hot day?
Izuku's eyes widened in realization.
He wasn't completely immune to the cold of his own ice! He literally needed to use his fire half to heat himself up or he would eventually be incapacitated by his own ice.
"You look cold, Shoto. Why don't you use your fire to heat yourself up?"
Shoto growled.
"Why do you care so much about my fire half? Did my father put you up to this? And here I thought you were better than that, Izuku?!"
Izuku shook his head.
"Fuck your father! He's an asshole who can go die in a hole! What I care about right now is helping you, Shoto! It doesn't matter if you want to be a hero or not! You're just going to hurt yourself if you keep avoiding your fire half!"
Shoto clenched his fist angrily.
"SHUT UP! I'LL BE FUCKING DAMNED IF I EVER USE ANYTHING I GOT FROM THAT FUCKING BASTARD! I REFUSE TO BE ANYTHING LIKE HIM!"
Shoto's face morphed into one of pure dark anger and hatred. It was like his very soul was being pierced by the boy in front of him.
Something gnawed at Izuku as he stared at the look on Shoto's face.
It was so familiar. He had definitely seen it before, but where?
Izuku combed his memory for a moment. When he finally figured it out his blood ran cold.
The look on Shoto's face was just like him.
It was just like Endeavor.
Izuku took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally for his retort to Shoto.
"Then why do you look just like him right now?"
Almost as if he flipped a switch, Shoto's face suddenly went slack in realization. His hand wavered in the air and then fell to his side.
"W-what?"
Izuku pressed on.
"Earlier, Endeavor confronted me in the hallway. One thing led to another and he got angry at me. The look on his face was the exact same as the one you have on your face right now."
Shoto shook his head in denial.
"N-no. That can't be right. I can't be anything like him."
Izuku could see that he was starting to get through to him.
"If that's true, then why are you so adamant on refusing help? Why are you getting so angry at the thought of me helping you? Why do you want to close yourself off from the world? From my point of view your acting exactly like him."
Shoto was trembling heavily now. Izuku couldn't tell if it was from denial, anger, or both.
"Then what am I supposed to do?! Just forgive him and move on?! Excuse me if I don't want to reconnect with that psychopath!"
Izuku shook his head.
"I'm not telling you to do that. You shouldn't forgive him after everything he's done to you. But you need to move past it and get on with your life. As long as you continue to let your anger at Endeavor control you, you'll always be trapped under his thumb."
Shoto was clearly crying silent tears now as he listened to Izuku.
"I don't know how to do that. I don't know what to do. Fuck, I don't even know if I want to be a hero or not. I don't know anything."
Izuku smiled gently.
"Then let me help you. Whether you want to be a hero or not, I'm going to be there right alongside you."
Shoto looked at Izuku through his tears.
"Why?"
Izuku chuckled.
"Isn't it obvious? It's because I'm your friend Shoto."
Shoto stared at Izuku for a long moment.
"But, what about my promise to myself that I would never use his damn quirk? I can't just go back on it like it's nothing."
Izuku sighed.
"Shoto, you don't get it. You're not using his power."
Shoto was clearly confused.
"What? Of course i-"
Izuku interrupted him.
"It's your power, isn't it?! It doesn't belong to Endeavor or anyone else, no matter what you choose to be! Your life belongs to you and you alone!"
Both of them were completely silent after Izuku's declaration.
Suddenly, smoke started to rise up from Shoto's left side. It started off small and nearly translucent, but it quickly grew darker and larger until immense and powerful flames started to burst out of Shoto. The ice covering his right side quickly melted.
Shoto smiled crazily at Izuku.
"You know, I've been thinking about what you said to me earlier."
Izuku smirked right back at Shoto.
"Yeah, and what of it?"
Ice started forming around Shoto's other side as he continued talking.
"I've decided that I want to be a hero!"
Izuku laughed.
"That's great Shoto. I'll be here for you every step of the way."
Izuku poured every last bit of One for All into his broken right hand and pulled his fist back.
"LET'S END THIS SHOTO!"
Shoto lifted his flaming left hand as Izuku rushed forward and jumped towards him.
As they put all the force they could behind their attacks, they both were distantly aware of concrete barriers that they smashed through like nothing as there attacks connected.
The shockwave from their clash reverberated throughout the entire stadium, knocking over several people sitting in the front rows.
Many audience members quickly recovered from the shockwave and leaned forward to see the outcome of the fight.
Smoke covered the entirety of the arena's center. Nobody could see anyone or anything through the smog and they all waited with bated breaths.
As the dust settled many in the audience could start to see the outlines of 2 figures.
Several gasped in shock as Izuku and Shoto came into view. Midnight and Cementoss, the supposed judges, looked back in forth between the competitors in clear confusion.
Present Mic's speaker suddenly sparked to life.
"I-I can't believe it, folks! Has this ever happened before?! The result of the 2nd match in the semifinals-"
Both Izuku and Shoto were lying off-stage, completely unconscious. Both their shirts were torn to shreds and they looked like they had been to hell and back.
"-is a tie!"
Hisashi's Quirk Files:
Code Name: None
Real Name: Todoroki Shoto
Quirk Name: Half-Cold Half-Hot
Quirk Description: Todoroki's quirk allows him to produce flames from the left side of his body and ice on the right side of his body. Both parts of his quirk seem to be about as powerful as high-level fire and ice quirks. Some examples of his ice abilities include freezing a building almost instantaneously, creating glaciers in seconds, and creating extremely strong ice barriers. Next to no examples of his fire abilities are available.
Strengths: Todoroki appears to be very physically fit and well-above average in terms of intelligence. He is also very skilled with his ice quirk from what I have seen. He appears to know at least rudimentary martial arts, but he obviously relies more on his quirk in a fight.
Weaknesses: His reluctance to use his fire quirk is a big disadvantage during combat that leaves his left side completely open. He also appears to not be able to use one half of his quirk for long without using the other half. He is over-reliant on his range and quirk in general. Up close, he is at a disadvantage against faster opponents. His large-scale ice attacks appear to require some amount of time before he can use them. He appears to have an explosive temper.
Recommended plan of attack: Keep him close at all times and don't give him a moment to use large-scale attacks. Watch the surroundings to spot out any plans he may be trying to enact. Aim for the left side when striking, but be ready to fall back if he decides to use his fire. Sneak attacks would be the most effective.
Personal notes: His fire-half is remarkably underdeveloped compared to his ice half. It is utterly astonishing that Endeavor of all people wouldn't train his son on how to effectively use fire. Of course, this may be the reason why his family is a sore spot according to my son. He is far too similar to his father for comfort. Considering the way that Endeavor was raised to become how he is, as well as the death of Todoroki Touya, I need to request a formal investigation into Endeavor from Jaldabaoth. Todoroki also seems a bit too interested in my son. Permission to terminate him may also be requested to Jaldabaoth if I start to get suspicious. (I am completely justified in killing a motherfucker if they flirt with my son, no matter what Inko says.)
(1) The Villain Factory is the name of the organization that serves as the main antagonists in My Hero Academia: Illegals.
(2) Gigantomachia is a character that has yet to appear in the anime. He is an incredibly powerful being All for One put multiple quirks inside of, similar to what he did with nomus.
(3) Oji Harime appeared as a "famous villain" Gentle mentions in his video when he is talking about how great of a villain he'll be.
So I'm currently working on the stories I'll be doing on the side and I thought I would give an update on what I'm going to do as of now. In order, I'm prioritizing it as follows:
1 of "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba)
2."I'll Keep Fighting"(Berserk)
2 of "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba)
4."In Any World and in Any Time, I'll Find You"(Devilman)
3 of "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba)
6."Heroes of Two Worlds"(Mob Psycho 100 and One Punch Man)
4 of "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba)
8."A Doppelganger's Helping Hand"(Overlord)
5 of "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba)
10."Butterfly Effect"(Evangelion).
The rest will be done at some other time.
I do need some help with a question that I asked myself when I was writing the outline for "An Unfortunate Lich on this Crazy World"(Konosuba).
Do they ever provide a canon reason on why Wiz can eat, sleep, and drink like a normal person and why she looks so different from other liches like Keele? I could just be a complete idiot here, but I don't remember an explanation in Volumes 1-15 or any of the side stories.