Some would remember the day, when Villians attached U.A academy and actually killed a student. When they did, another question would often spring up- The media had almost sprung upon this story with a villainous hunger. With speed, unexpected of them normally.
Mostly would chop it up to the simple fact that around 100 Villains had attacked a prestigious academy for young aspiring hero's. . . Even killing a child. Such a tragedy hadn't happen since the Villain "Oni Shogun" had gone through the streets of Tokyo using his Magma like powers to melt and slaughter thousands before he was finally stopped by Crimson-Riot and a still unidentified bystander wearing a suit, who seemed to have the perfect quirk to counter the Shogun.
Such tragedies like this were more commonish in the Americas, and western europe. . . But, this kind of stuff simply didn't happen in Japan. Many, parents had stopped their children from pursuing potential jobs and careers due to the fact that a student had been killed.
The fallout, could have been far worse if not for the actions of a single relative of the Victim of the incident. A old hero who had been pressured into retirement early at the time, the very next day giving the Media a audience and a speech.
The woman, old in her appearance and wrinkles deeply pressed into her face. Her age, only matched by her impressive if brutal record's, one even claiming but never proving she had waterboarded a villian for information. As she took to the stadium, dressed in a unique blue suit as she stood in front of her own impressive little retirement home. Media, surrounding her as one reporter asked "Miss Gala!" Earning the grandmother's glare as the grandmother says. "It's Diana." The reporter covers for his mistake as he says. "Oh! Miss Diana, would you tell us how outraged you are at U.A for failing to provide protection to your granddaughter?"
Diana snorts for a second setting the man to silence as Diana sighs and says. "Listen. I am sad, and I am angry. But not at U.A. . . I am mad at the Villains who took my granddaughter." A symphony of voices breaks out amongst the reporter's. Diana quickly regaining control of the situation, by using her enchaned lungs to scream out a single and blunt. "Shut it."
This did bring most to silence, a few braver one's still going out as one calls above the other's "Excuse me Diana? What do you mean?" The grandma sighs for a second as she glances amongst the crowd. Sharp as ever eyes going over the crowd as she says. "It's simple. You see, now adays people forget old phrases we use to use for Villains. . . Things like, Robber, murder, Kidnapper, or mastermind- Above all we forget a old term. One, we didn't use to label those who seek to do some simple harm in the name of a minor goal. This word, was Terrorist."
She pauses, and let's the silence build. In this age, that word was truly alien to some of the younger amongst the crowd. "Even governments replace these words with Villians in some ways. . . But, we must remember the people that killed my daughter aren't some sicko's who did it for a rush, or for some monetary gain. These are people who seek to terrorize our society, to burn all that we cherish and rebuild it in their own images- If we let ourselves live in fear of these Villains and blame those actually trying to combat those villains we'll get nowhere practically letting em win."
There's a silence in the small crowd, the broadcast causing many citizen's to ponder as Diana counties on. "I am, enraged at the Villians who stole my granddaughter. No one else. So enraged, that in these upcoming days of darkness where Villians no longer fear the light and seek to utterly destroy us we must remain strong. . . In 2XXX when Terror Titan used his power to physically level the city of Los Angeles, Boston, and Dallas Texas simply appearing state to state at random did the people stand down then?"
The silence of the reporter's continues. Diana plunging forth, as she says. "He was the first ever Quirk user rated in the Titans Class. A rating that we use to classify only the strongest of quirks. . . And the most unstable of quirk users. Despite the overwhelming odds, the people did not bow! We took each fucking punch to the chin, and kept fucking going. We beat T.T and we will beat this supposed. . . League of Villains. All I ask, in my granddaughters memory is that you don't be scared. I'm personally sending in my resume to U.A academy to assist in this uphill battle."
The speech continued on, but the effect it had was Immense to U.A- Only a slight dip in potential applicants, funding and little to no new rules to U.As teaching policies. . . But Nezu had recognized the power play by Diana, and had accepted her as a Assistant teacher for the time being. It was the least they could do since Diana had dulled the edge of the whiplash from the event.
This, had allowed them to discreetly send Izuku to the hospital without much notice. Only, Inko being alerted to her son's hospitalization besides the teaching staff at U.A. Undoubtedly, All for one had found out to. But, he couldn't risk everything to simply visit the boy instead having his doctor draft a letter to Izuku a get well card you could say.
Meanwhile, Inko had sobbed the entire time she was in the hospital with her only son. Who, had simply been unconscious before recovering a few days later, albeit slightly depressed and quiet. . . Unknown to them, in a alley somewhere in Japan a single girl with yellow hair and a almost predatory smile chuckled as she sat ontop of her victim her own red gooy claws slashing into her victims chest gaining samples of his blood.
Toga smiled, and chuckled as she did so taking every drop of blood as she said. "I loved those videos you do! They must make your blood that much sweeter!" Their victim gurgling as another raspy voice fills the alleyway a red tendril sprouting from Togas arm and slowly hovering above the victim the red tendril speaking in a raspy scratchy tone as it says. "Oh toga dear! You truly inspire me! This CARNAGE is delicious my host!" Toga laughed gently that manic gleam in her eye as she simply keeps clawing away at their victim. . . . . . . .
Seems Venom is not alone on this world.