Saturday, 5:32 P.M JST
Somewhere in Osaka
Mino was sitting in a chair, padded but stiff, taking himself a nap while internally thinking about the next action to take against Miyasaki as the civil war in the Yaoyorozu family was about to escalate further, head leaning on his stainless steel desk and arms to his sides.
"How to take care of it," Mino said to himself. "Possibly get some of U.A's staff on my side? Too risky and will expose the infighting."
As he was starting to dream more, a bang of the door cracked up, crashing into the rising wall. A short person, only around one hundred and fifty eight centimeters tall, his figure wearing a shirt with "PHYSICS" in bold, gray letters with highlights with "Why shit does stuff" in cursive with bleach like jeans and a watch, pads on his fingertips, and gray and light green hair spiking outwards.
"Boss Soundwave..." he said with a tone that sounds almost insanity.
Mino's sleep, firm however capable of breaking, eroding away, for him to awake his eyes and got back up. Rubbing his left eye, his scalera slightly gray but his iris a darker shade of it.
"What is it, Mad Gravity?" he'd ask with a not fully awake tone.
"A proposition regarding who you compete with," Mad Gravity replied with small changes to his insane tone.
"Explain," Mino said after hearing about a proposition.
Mad Gravity chuckles evily for a moment, "He's to be in Osaka a few hous later for a concert regarding a returning punk rock artist."
"Are you talking about Jiro Mika?" Mino asked.
"Yes yes!" Mad Gravity replied insanely.
Mino looks at Mad Gravity's insane looking eyes for a bit, then to the picture of Momo he pulled out, scrolling on both multiple times.
Placing the picture back away, he'd turn his face and stared at Mad Gravity, "If it means to shame Miyasaki in front of an audience but at the expense of my sister, I'll take the risk."
"Good..." Mad Gravity replied, clapping his hands.
Mino takes a deep breath, "Dismissed."
Saturday, 8:22 P.M JST
Osaka-Jō, Osaka, Japan
After a couple of hours of strategizing and planning, understanding that Miyasaki's men possibly are protecting the arena, and the security to backstage. A few of Mino's own men were planning already working on going to the concert anyway prior to the plan, to get on stage while Mika was on stage to get their attention while having to shame Miyasaki after getting access. With help from Potto and a few others, with a few to distract the guards, the plan was set to shame Miyasaki in front of a highly anticipated concert. At the back of the arena, four of Mino's grunts, all wearing maintenance uniforms, walked towards the entrance to backstage with a massive wooden crate, crossing braces on all sides except the top, all of the grunts holding it at their waist level, continuing to the guards. Approaching two meters infront of the entrance, the two guards outside, wearing body armor and dark blue police-like uniforms, ordering them to stop.
"This is an unauthorized delivery," announced one of the guards, walking towards the crate.
"This contains the supplies to do essentials on the plumbing." replied one of Mino's grunts in maintenance uniforms.
One of the guards steps up, converging on the massive crate which Mino was housed in, grunts standing still for the guard to open the crate, before two of the grunts, both with a tanto knife cached away, the other grunt that passed behind the guards removes his knife from under his jumpsuit and stealthily places his knife on the rear guard's throat without him suspecting he became a hostage in a situation that involved the performing individual that day. A grip firm to crush a branch screeching over his abdomen.
"What the..." the rear guard dragged, only to notice his downward facing skull to be grazing a razor-like tanto.
"You're under Mino-sama's demands now." the grunt announced to the rear guard.
As the inspecting guard was about to discover Mino, he was suddenly blasted by a sudden sonic boom. His hat billowing from the wind generated from his previous location off of his head.
"NANI!" he'd exclaim as the forces sent him flying meters into the air, crashing on the wall.
Mino boosted himself off the ground, his legs sore from a cramped position but enough to continue forward with his plans.
"Both of you, get the hostages and tie them up!" he'd order.
"Ryōkai!" replied the two grunts, rushing back to work.
Mino stares at the entrance and springs his legs, jumping far with a small ditch forming due to the force of Mino's jump, zooming at almost fifty meters per second, he'd enter the backstage, a jampack of various equipment, drinks, snacks, and even some fanmail, along with multiple consoles which dictated the audio systems. Breath by breath, approaching slowly towards his goal. He'd sneak, posture low, passing before an inactive camera. Long, slender, and white profile turning away, before slugging it's head to face Mino's location, causing him to quickly turn away to the corner of the hallway it was placed in.
Mino takes a few deep breaths as he'd gather his ideas, "It could set me back a few minutes if I try and avoid the camera, unaware of others cameras to come. Trying to distract or destroy it will risk the plan's exposure, but It's the only way."
He'd ran quickly while the camera returned to it's normal position overlooking the hallway itself, using the window to rush past the hallway opening, towards the bottles of diet cola.
Mino placed his hand into his clothing, shaking it to violency, "Only if I had some Mentos..."
As he'd continue to look for Mentos, a half tube with the minty, chewy candy impacts his leg out of his pants, rolling a couple of centimeters off of his foot, revealing what he'd desire.
Mino smiled, "Time for my plan to start clicking. First I'd use the mirror I'd accidentally brought with me to ensure the camera doesn't change into a compromising position as I'd pull out all the Mentos, following it inserting the Mentos. After so, the liquid would cause the arena to black out at least for a few seconds." he said to himself with an arrogant voice.
Placing the tube of Mentos in his hand, Mino places it into his pocket, taking away the diet cola from the table by moving it towards the surface, then the vengeful brother walks to the other colas, opening their bottles and placing the lids near them. He'd follow up by moving to the other side from the farthest to the hallway with the camera, grasping the ends of both ends facing himself, lotching it halfway down for the drinks to spill. He'd then places himself, along with his tools, at the same corner of the camera previously, slowing his breath in the process, regardless of the tension and chance of failure in the air. Mino pulls into his shirt, unveiling the mirror that was an asset to his plan, in a snail-like fashion, translated and angled it to a safe but utilitarian position, observing the camera movements as he'd prepare his next step, untwisting the red cap and pulling the Mentos out, he'd prepare for a suicidal charge with a high risk but high reward.
With a wide open window, diet coke twisted open and Mentos at the ready, Mino began the charge.
"TIME TO SHAME A MAN!" Mino roared, almost if it was a war cry.
Placing the Mentos into the cola, fizzing strongly, gushing fizzy water from within the can, he'd aim at the neck of the outdated camera, wires exposed for a close eye to see, the diet cola's low viscosity streaking through, electrically discharging as it deactivates, pitch black from the area emerging from his action.
Mino drops his stuff and rushes, "I better hurry or I will lose my element of surprise, the stage is the next turn." he said to himself, doing what his gut says and turns, accidentally entering the stage as the lights flick back.
Mika figured what happened before returning to her next song that she was performing at her concert, unaware of Mino hiding behind some equipment.
"I better aim for the earjacks, along with calibrating the power of the bursts," Mino advised to himself, carefully aiming his index finger and thumb with his index finger on top of his thumb on both hands, flat almost like an okonomiyaki.
He'd release the two bursts after a couple of seconds of aiming to avoid damaging the audio and microphone equipment, along with the diehards and superfans at the front.
"EEEEEEEEK!" Mika cried as Mino's bursts strikes her earjacks, moving in every direction possible while in midair, falling left arm first, unconscious in the fetal position, blood spilling into a puddle on her right.
"Don't worry! Don't worry! Everything is fine," Mino announced to the crowd as he'd approach on stage, his appearance imposing even the slightest of fear. He'd grasp the microphone, "Why did I interrupt your favorite punk rock artist's returning concert? Because of that man!" he'd follow up with, poining his hand at Miyasaki in the crowd.
They look onwards at Miyasaki, almost the blame being beared on him due to his connection.
"THAT MAN IS GUILTY! HE DESTROYED THE THIN LINE OF NIPPON-GO'S HERO SOCIETY BY HAVING HIS AGENCY ATTACK U.A! AND WORSE OF ALL, HE'S A YAOYOROZU, THE MOST IMPORTANT FAMILY TO THAT SOCIETY. HE ALSO EXPOSED SECRETS SUCH AS YOUR BELOVED ARTIST'S DAUGHTER, WHO HAS ALL MIGHT'S POWERS. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, YAOYOROZU MIYASAKI!" Mino roared with a volatile and fiery tone, passing out blunt comments like it was breathing.
He'd drop the mike, facing his right hand upwards, releasing a burst of sound, crashing above the arena, parts of the roof breaking like panels as a massive crash radiates the enclosed space. Mino lunges, taking off to escape the arena before authorities arrive.
Translations:
Ryōkai(Japanese): Roger
Nippon-go(Japanese): Japanese (Alternative Romanji): Nihon-go