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TRANSCRIPT OF SEKI MOMURA INTERVIEW
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details of the recent investigation on seki momura's disappearance. as always, be careful with this information. remember to use proxy servers while accessing this site.
tw: graphic descriptions of violence, torture, captivity
comment threads (80)
user_1
this man was missing for a year and nothing on the news?
Re: user_2
They couldn't exactly talk about it could they? The police didn't want every criminal knowing exactly what he had been up to.
Re: user_3
Wasn't crime supposed to be over after the Villain lost power?
Re: user_4
If crime ended we wouldn't need heroes. Idiot.
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user_1b
"They tortured me. They had many ways to do it. They would put my head in a bag and shove me under water. They'd beat me, and starve me. Then they would use healing quirks to bring me back from the brink of death. It was fun for them. They got a kick out of it. Near the end of the six months, even when I forgot what time was, I always knew when they would come."
Damn that's heavy. Villains are scum. Makes me sick to know they got away with it.
Re: user_2b
Same. I almost can't stomach this. I thank this man for his service.
Re: user_3b
Police are scum too, all of them are corrupt.
Re: user_3b
I know you younguns' cant recall, but I remember a world before All Might. I'd already gotten married by the time he appeared. Police are scum. They looked the other way while villains looted and beat and even murdered. Don't be fooled by what you see.
Re: user_5b
Regardless, people like Seki Momura sufferred to keep people like you safe. He could have been safer doing something else, but he went undercover to exterminate the final vestiges of the Villain who faced All Might five years ago. You should leave your comments somewhere else — where it's relevant.
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user_1c
I find it interesting that he was kidnapped twice.
The second kidnapper seems weird to me? I'm not sure. I can't tell what they wanted.
And the description:
A being with a shapeless form. Constantly shifting from one person into another.
Re: user_2c
Without a doubt it's Enigma.
Re: user_1c
Enigma?
Re: user_2c
Look up [key:7778133YAw3] in the search box. Someone put together different witness accounts of a person whose form people have trouble remembering or keeping track of and whose motives were inconclusive. There's a lot of people came up with a great theory of what the criminal might want. They decided to call him Enigma there, though it's not officially the same person. He or she have been around for a while.
Re: user_1c
Fascinating. I have to say, it's pretty chilling as well. I don't think the police have noticed. Sometimes I wish they could look this site up. Then again, they'd probably shut us down again.
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user_1d
For everyone who can't stomach reading torture, here's a brief summary.
- Seki Momura was an undercover agent with a quirk that allowed him to become a shadow for up to three hours.
- On October 8th of last year, he was captured and tortured after his cover was presumably blown
- The criminals that kept Agent Seki in captivity tried to pry sensitive information from Seki such as his knowledge of other undercover agents and the activities inside the organization. Agent Seki refused to divulge the information.
- He was told he would be executed a few months later and taken to an undisclosed location, but before his execution, a (presumed) hostile gang or organization interceded
This second group took him to a hideout where he was jailed
- Agent Seki claims he was kept under observation but not tortured or questioned until a week before he was released. At this point, Agent Seki was suffering from accute mental strain and stress. When the criminals questioned him, he divulged the details of his investigation but did not divulge identities of fellow agents
- Afterwards the ringleader told him that "he would be able to rest now" which Agent Seki assumed meant he would be killed
- Eventually the secondary captors dumped Seki's body on the streets, leaving him to die
Later, around 4AM, a hero found him while on patrol and he was taken to a local hospital
I hope he is now recovering with his family
Re: user_2d
Thank you. Browsing through other threads and quotes made this an intimidating read. I appreciate your hard work.
Re: user_3d
Thanks. One thing though. The secondary captors may not have left him to die.
Re: user_1d
How so?
Re: user_3d
If they had meant for him to die they wouldn't have left him on a route where a hero would come by on patrol
Re: user_1d
I suppose, but that might have been luck on Agent Seki's part.
Re: user_4d
considering how meticulous they were with everything else i doubt it. i mean, creating a room where no shadows touched by using carefully placed mirrors and a disco ball? agent seki managed to nearly escape his first captors dozens of times. if he hadn't been injured he would have made it. in contrast he couldn't slip his second captors even once. the thread above theorized it might have been enigma. i believe it. guy never does anything by halves.
Re: user_5d
u sound strangely excited. r u okay? enigma isn't some gentleman criminal. you know that right? just look at alligator mouth's brutal murder
Re: user_4d
That might not have been Enigma though...
Re: user_5d
Really my dude? Are we villains stans now? That shit's not allowed on this site.
Re: user_4d
*sigh* No, I'm not "stanning" I'm merely saying that there's no definite proof Enigma was behind Alligator Mouth's murder
Re: user_5d
Even if that's true, there are plenty of hero murders with definite connections and eye witness descriptions resembling Enigma or Enigma's cronies. Villains are all the same anyway. The only reason Agent Seki lived was because he was a) useful b) lucky. No more, no less.
Re: user_4d
definite connection? name one that 100% without a doubt is enigma
Re: user_1d
Alright people. I think that's enough. First of all villain stanning/vigilantee support is explicitly banned on this site. Secondly, from what I saw when I looked up his or her or their thread, Enigma is just a theory. There's no concrete evidence this villain is real.
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The part about mysteries Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa loaths the most is often the questions he didn't know to ask are the key to getting the answers he needs.
Many people compare investigating to putting puzzle pieces together. However, the reality is far from that simple. The term puzzle pieces imply that everything can fit together, or that every clue is part of the same picture. In his years of investigation, Naomasa has learned that often the clues come distorted. Sometimes because of lies, but other times by simple bias.
People want to be useful. People want to be the center of attention. People want to cause trouble for someone they disliked or had made some perceived slight against them.
Did you hear your neighbors fighting? Yes, I did. And do you know what they were fighting about? Of course. A conversation could go something like. Little would Naomasa know that this argument had taken place a year ago and had no relevant connection to what he needed to find out. And because the statement is not necessarily a lie, he can't pick out the flaw in it right away.
Naomasa looks down at the files strewn all over his desk. There are facts lying in front of him. But there were lies as well.
Here's what he knows without a doubt:
The call came at 4:00 AM. A rookie hero on patrol found an almost dead man in an alleyway. She notified dispatch immediately. The man was then taken to the nearest hospital. A search had revealed the information that this man was Seki Momura, an agent in an undercover task force who had disappeared a year ago. The agent was grievously physically wounded. Further inquiry showed that he had signs of PTSD, anxiety and emerging signs of paranoia. After a few months of recovery, this agent was finally able to give an interview.
There's more information, but these are things Naomasa cannot believe without further support. There are too many points of doubt.
How reliable is Agent Seki? How deep is his paranoia? When did he start to have hallucinations?
How innocent was the hero? Did she have any role outside of that of a third party? Was she truly free of corruption?
What did the criminals want? Was it really what they led Agent Seki to believe, or did they conceal things from him as well? What was their level of intelligence? Ambition?
What about the other agents? How trustworthy were they? Had any of them turned? Had there truly been no sign of Agent Seki at all?
Was Naomasa truly investigating the mystery he believed he was investigating, or was he onto something else entirely?
Naomasa leans back against his chair.
He needs coffee. Desperately.
Before he can leave, of course, he has tucked his things safely away. It's something of a deep-set paranoia inside him from the turbulent years. He doesn't like to leave sensitive information out in the open, not even in a safe place like the middle of a police station.
He places some not so sensitive information inside a safe, and then the more sensitive information inside a hidden compartment inside his desk. In the years his case files have been stolen, the safe has always been the number one target.
As he's finishing, the door to his office bangs open. Naomasa jolts, settling down in his chair and adjusting his collar. Then, realizing who his guest is, he resists the urge to sigh.
Sergeant Takake Iwane stands at the door, shoulder squared for a fight.
He's a shrewd and bird-like man, intimidating despite his graying hair and wrinkled face, with a quirk that can be summed up as laser vision which has long caused his eyesight to deteriorate. Sergeant Takaki is a man accustomed to getting his way. More importantly, he's Agent Seki's former handler.
Out of the handful of people who knew about Agent Seki's disappearance, Takaki was the one who searched for him the longest. Right now, his glare bores into Naomasa so intensely the detective can almost feel his eyebrows singeing.
Naomasa cards his fingers through his hair, a habit he had developed from the stress. Takaki walks up to him, standing so close that only inches separate them. Naomasa subtlely shifts his body away. "Sergeant Takaki. What brings you here?" No point in pleseantries, he supposes.
Sergeant Takaki grumbles, but the menacing atmosphere receeds. He leans back and stares at Naomasa. "I suppose it's you who had the lead on Momura's investigation."
"Yes," Naomasa confirms.
"Far be it for me to interfere, but I have something to point out about those criminals."
"If you're referring to the unfortunate implications of what they knew before they took Agent Seki, I am quite aware."
Sergeant Takaki grumbles once more. "At least you've got some brain cells in you."
Naomas smiles patiently. "Ah, yes. Was there something–"
"I don't like it," Sergeant Takaki saysquietly. "They knew. About his quirk. About where he would be. About a lot of things. They knew, and I don't like it."
Naomasa looks over his shoulder at the door that had been left open. He hesitates.
"There ain't no one there. I sent them away."
Naomasa nods, face grim. Seki Momura had a perfect quirk for undercover work. He could blend into the shadows, transport from place to place undetected.
Such capabilities made his reconnaissance dangerously effective and efficient, and it meant the possibility of his capture was much lower than that of his fellow agents'.
When Seki began to work with the police and then the NPA, all traces of this quirk were wiped from the databases.
Considering that it was a quirk most people would consider a "villain" quirk, he had not disclosed it to many classmates or teachers, and even some family members. The pool of people who could sell him out is quite small and predominantly features people within their own agency.
This could only mean...
"If you're implying what I think you're implying," Naomasa says slowly.
"We have a pest problem."
A mole.
It's not an entirely new concept to Naomasa. Most of the underground villain organizations had collapsed after Toshinori became All Might. However, only two decades have passed since the Age of Peace began. Naomasa started his career when they were still at the cusp.
He remembers the corruption that festered within every level of the system, the lack of accountability.
The public has never been made fully aware of how pervasive the issue was. The police administration was too embarrassed to unveil its flaws and chose to quietly clean up after itself.
Nowadays, it's presumed that most corruption had been dealt with, but few knew the full extent of the clean up. No one truly knows the number of sleeper agents still in hiding.
"We're one of the few agencies with direct points of contact to All Might," Naomasa says.
"Yes, and we also have an active task force in charge of hunting down All for One's last footholds."
"If we have a rat... it could..." Naomasa doesn't even want to consider the implications.
"Should they be successful, more than they already have been, it will mean very bad things. And not just for us."
No. For all of Japan.
Naomasa has a lot of calls to make.
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"DON'T WORRY, KID. I'M HERE." Toshinori calls out as he descends. The ground beneath him quakes with the force of his landing, knees bent, but Toshinori quickly jumps to his feet.
The kid in question looks at him blankly. He doesn't seem to be having as much trouble as it had appeared from a distance. Somehow he'd managed to create a fee meters of distance between himself and the grimmy slime monster. A lighter is clutched to his side.
No matter. Toshinori can't afford to be distracted. It's not unusual for people with weak quirks to carry protection with them.
He turns his attention to the villain at head.
"TEXAS SMASH!" Toshinori says, as he throws a flying punch. The villain dissipates into little pieces, and Toshinori activates his containment unit to trap him in.
With a wide smile, he turns to the boy he had saved.
The boy's young, maybe fourteen. He's wearing a school uniform and carries a school bag. A camera is slung over his shoulder, his hair's combed neatly back, displaying a wide, expressive face. And then, of course he still has the lighter in his hand.
"You know that can be very dangerous, young man." Toshinori resumes a signature hero pose, arms crossed, feet apart.
"Oh, uh," the boy stutters. He fumbles with the object, turning the switch. "It's not a lighter—it's a reading light. I was looking for something I could use but I grabbed it by mistake." He lifts it up so Yoshinori can see the light bulb.
Toshinori nods. "Very well, then. But just remember procedure. If you can't fight it, get as far away as possible until you can contact a hero."
He's ready to say something else, but he feels a lurch in his gut. A displacement, almost. He needs to get out now.
"Have a good day young man. Take care of yourself." He forces a laugh. "I must be off! A hero's work is never done!"
As he braces himself to leap into the air, Toshinori can hear the crunching of rocks as the boy runs up to him. He doesn't pause for a moment.
"Excuse me, Mister All Might–"
He doesn't hear the rest.
—
Toshinori's All Might form lasted for another ten minutes. He managed to make it halfway through the city, stopping by to stop a small fire from spreading, save a cat stuck up a three, and help and elderly lady carry her groceries into her house. They may sound like mundane tasks, but it's these little things that make Toshinori the most content.
During his short patrol, Toshinori received two messages and two voicemails on his private line.
The two message are from Nedzu, enquiring about whether he's decided to come teach at U.A. after all. Toshinori hasn't decided yet. There are a number of reasons why he should—operative among them the rising need to choose a successor—but Toshinori doesn't know if any of the one he'd been presented with felt right. He doesn't have that gut feeling. The Aha moment.
The most recent voicemail is from Hizashi who wanted to invite him over to his and Aizawa's home for dinner.
" Don't be a stranger ya' hear me Toshi? Shouta really misses you! "
"... I said no such thing ..."
" See! He had to make sure I called ya so he'd been hovering over me all morning! "
The other one is from Tsukauchi.
" There's some recent developments I want to talk to you about. I can't go too into detail now. Let me know where and when we can meet face-to-face ."
Toshinori frowns at his phone. He would have to check his schedule first. It seems this time of year was his busiest, not only in terms of hero but also in making public appearances. He has to budget his time.
The last message he received was from Mirai Sasaki. The two of them had cut off each other cold since Toshinori refused to retire five years ago.
Even so, Mirai will still send him messages like this.
Remember to take care of yourself. The weather's getting colder .
Toshinori never knew how to reply to those.
He plans on going home at first. He makes his usual trek back through the more populated areas of the city. This way he can make sure to make a quick interception should All Might be needed.
By the time he's halfway back, however, he begins to feel dizzy and fatigued. He wanders to a little area in the middle of the city that's like a mini-park and sits one of the benches there.
A little break will do him good, he thinks as he dozes off.
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Toshinori startles awake.
He doesn't know when, but he'd fallen asleep somehow, and the sky has turned a dark mix of orange and purple. As he looks around him, Toshinori finds that there is no one there save for himself and a little boy.
Soon, he realizes that tuff of green seemed familiar.
The boy from before.
He has his back turned to Toshinori. His camera is placed on the stand, pointed out towards the sunset. Could he have been taking pictures when the sludge monster attacked him too?
The boy seems to have calmed down some. Toshinori hasn't really been able to check up on his mental state. He used to be able to do that before. It had been part of the routine to drop people off at their homes, make sure they were safe, and more importantly felt safe.
Nowadays unless it's an emergency he can't afford to stick around long. Often it's a choice between being courteous and saving another life. There's no choice, really. Toshinori will always pick the latter.
Toshinori peeks at the boy beneath his bangs. He seems alright. Even a little happy, judging by the smile pasted on his face as he works. Perhaps the child is naturally like this, or maybe he's an All Might fanboy. Many kids his age look up to All Might. It varied for people a little older. Often they can remember a time before All Might, so their feelings towards him are mixed. Toshinori treasures the innocence of the young. Cherishes it. He will do anything to protect them.
He almost wants to ask the boy if he's alright. However, he knows he shouldn't. People might love his hero form, but Yagi Toshinori in his sunken, skeletal appearance is a creature people shy away from.
He doesn't want to admit it... but it's something that agitates Toshinori's insecurity.
After losing himself in thought, he feels something looming over him, a shadowy human figure. Toshinori startles, coming to full attention.
The boy. Somehow, when Toshinori had not been paying attention, the boy had made his way to him. How careless of him. The boy has shifted his backpack to one shoulder, and his two hands were holding a water bottle and a wrapped sandwich.
"Mister, are you hungry?"
Toshinori glances over his shoulder to see if there was anyone there.
"No, I'm talking to you, mister." There's something of wry amusement in his tone. Not mocking, but almost... fond? Maybe Toshinori's imagining it. Could the young man have assumed that Toshinori's homeless? It wouldn't be the first time.
"No thank you, young man." After his fight with All for One, Toshinori couldn't stomach many solid foods. He has to leave himself ample time to digest between meals. Some days everything has to be liquid, or fed directly to him through an IV. "I already ate."
"Ok." The boy shrugs. Instead of leaving, he plops himself down next to Toshinori. He rests one arm over the backrest of the bench, leaving him fully facing Toshinori. "It's a nice day today isn't it?" the boy says with a smile. Then his eyebrows scrunch together.
"That's not a strange thing to say, right? I get told I can make people uncomfortable with what I say. I don't get it but... I'm not really the one making the call am I?"
Toshinori laughs softly. He knows a thing or two about making people unintentionally uncomfortable. "No, you're fine."
"That's good. You know. I just got rescued by All Might and I'm afraid I might have left a bad impression on him. He ran away so fast I didn't even get to thank him."
Toshinori gulps, feeling a familiar pang of guilt. It had truly been remiss of him to leave the boy like that when he seemed so excited to meet him. "I'm sure you didn't. All Might isn't the type to make baseless judgments."
The boy smiles faintly. "You're right. All Might is the best. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know."
Toshinori feels his face grow hot in embarrassment. He doesn't try to deny it, though. He's experienced many times what it means to 'insult All Might' to a bonafide fangirl or boy.
"But you know, I think All Might is too hard on himself."
" Hm?" Toshinori says in shock.
"Well, I keep up with the news. All Might doesn't only protect this area but the entire country, and when other countries need him he flies over there too. Not only that, but he always does it with a smile no matter how tired he is because he knows people depend on him to smile and assure them that everything will be fine. I think he hardly sleeps. And I don't think he can take care of himself that well, if I'm honest. And he doesn't take credit for his deeds either. Sure, he accepts awards and things, but he turns down more opportunities than he accepts. If he wanted to he could be the richest man in the world twice over, but he's barely even made the Forbes list. Most of his money gets donated."
"Maybe he doesn't do it for the money," Toshinori suggests.
The boy's gaze turns sharp. There's was something it, that look, that makes Toshinori feel almost seen through. "Exactly." The look is gone, replaced with something much softer. "Which is why All Might needs to stop being so hard on himself. He's a good man."
It almost sounds like advice, if Toshinori didn't know better.
The two of them keep talking. Toshinori didn't even know how, or why. He has to admit, he preferred the boy like this. Without the awe-struck shyness, he's a good conversationalist.
They don't talk about heroes again. Instead the boy discusses things like his favorite foods, or something he'd seen on TV, or things he wants to do and learn. In exchange, Toshinori talks about the places he'd been, the experiences he had, the people he met. He's careful not to reveal sensitive details, but it isn't until now that he realizes he has more to talk about than he thought he would.
The hours pass like minutes. When the lights in the park turn on, signaling the evening, Toshinori finally realizes how late it's become. For once, he feels well-rested.
The boy's phone begins to buzz. A call. The boy glances at it, frowns, and places it back in his pocket.
"I have to get home now. Thank you for spending time with me."
"No," Toshinori says. "Thank you."
"No, no. It should really be me who thanks you. You were perfect. No. You are worth it."
The boy dashes away then, zooming down the stairs before Toshinori has the chance to open his mouth.
Worth it? What does that mean?
Someday in the future, but not now, Toshinori will wish he had stopped that boy. He will know that moment had been his once chance to save him.
But that someday is not today, and he gets up and goes home.
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Midoriya Hisashi does not love his son.
He knows plenty of people who do. Teachers and neighbors, old grandmothers in supermarkets, reporters, even fellow politicians.
He's so wonderful. He's so smart. He's so caring. How did you raise such a good son? Tell us your secret. Mine's a lousy vagabond. You and your wife must be so proud.
And then, if they knew, they would remember the-thing-about-hisashi's-wife and quietly change the subject, but they would not stop adoring his son.
Hisashi on the other hand thinks his son was perfect in just one way. He's a perfect liar. Just like his father.
A rustle outside the house comes from the door, and then it slams open and shut. Hisashi does not look up, eyes glued to the tablet in front of him.
"Sorry I'm late," Izuku calls out from the doorway. "I got distracted."
"With your pictures or with that homeless man who follows you around?" That man, and those other two stalkers of his son. They chase him around like puppies. It disgusts Hisashi. But he knows very well from the first time he decided to intervene that it would be worse to try and split them up. The last time ended in an almost complete catastrophe for his career. He could never prove Izuku had done it, but as soon as Hisashi backed off, the problem had resolved itself.
Izuku walks into the dining room where Hisashi's quietly eating supper. "Oh I just ran into someone I knew. And Akagurou isn't homeless. How's work? They say corruption never sleeps." He sits down, pulling a sandwich out to eat. Hisashi scoffs.
"Work is fine," he answers. "I heard entrance exams are coming soon. Where are you applying? I good place at hope. I certainly won't accept you not going to a place like Soumei Junior High again."
Izuku hums. The falsely cheerful expression falls away, giving way to an impassive calculating look. He doesn't glance at Hisashi as he speaks. Rather, he looked away, deep in thought. "Well for a while I thought maybe U.A. would be fun. But actually I was thinking a school in the city would be better. I could see mom more."
"And also your riftraft friends," Hisashi adds.
Izuku doesn't rise to the bait. "We're not going to talk about that. Besides, I already said I won't go to a school where I can't visit mom often like it was with Soumei."
"Hm. In anyway, a hero academy would be better. It's good to take the opportunity when you have it. I've barely got an in with them." Hero cliques are often tightly woven, formed in childhood, or school, or working together on-the-scene. Hisashi's previous career as a lawyer often took him out of the country and kept him away from crime investigation.
He had been very careful about the cases he took. He didn't want rumors of dirty money following him around. When he was forced to permanently stay in Japan, it served him well in his political career. However, he still can't enter the heroes' social circles.
And that reminds him– "I have a fundraiser soon. It's to help in some humanitarian crisis or another. You're expected to come.
"Is it on a school night? Or mom's day?"
"Yes and no. It's a Thursday."
"I guess that's ok."
"Of course it is." Hisashi wipes his mouth with a napkin. "I am your father, and you should do what I instruct you to do."
"I wonder if people would say that if they knew you kept me in a warehouse for half a ye–"
Hisashi pounds a fist against the table. The sound echoes through the silent room. "I already explained that to you. I won't explain myself again." He sighs, adjusting his glasses. "You're dismissed now. Go to your room."
"Hm," Izuku replies. He stands up then, rushing towards the kitchen. Hisashi can hear the sound of something being forcefully thrown into the trash bin. The stomping of feet on the stairs.
Hisashi does not love his son, and his son does not love him.
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simplyquirkless posted
hey guys. this isn't an unlifting post like usual. i just want to say i'm kind of bummed out. i just got passed for a position i really really wanted at my job. sure it's only something part time while i'm in school, but i can't help but notice most of the people who got promotions have really flashy or administrative-based quirks. there wasn't anyone quirkless like me (there are two others like me) who got a promotion. i don't know. i'm just tired of being looked down on.
tags: #lifethings #nami-rambles
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postmaster commented
i have a quirk so i cant speak from experience but don't give up nami. not naming names, but i know this kid. his dad is really well known. tragic backstory. and he's also quirkless. i have never seen a kid have that much influence in my life. not even compared to the kids with "hero quirks" (you know what i'm talking about). even kids in the lower levels know him. everyone expects him to try out for a hero academy but i think he's not going to. what i think attracts most people to this kid is that he's confident. he believes in himself.
what im saying is that in order to haver other people admire you you have to think you're worthy first. i mean yeah theres pretty flashy quirks, but theres also quirks that are practically nonexistent like the ability to detect water or whatever
ershao commented
postmaster ok 1) don't ignore the societal prejudice upheld and enforced against quirkless people 2) that story sounds fake and if it weren't that kid still sounds pretty sheltered 3) nami wasn't asking for advice. they're usually pretty optimistic. they deserve to not be upbeat all the time
xxxtinema commented
ok read the comment and i have to say is that kid *cough*izukumidoriya*cough* i mean the only one who place in top 10 in the nation without a quirk. yeah he might not be hero material but if his dad isn't prime minister in a decade then he well. my dad says that heros are the dogs but the people holding the leash are the politicians
dudebiscut commented
dude your dad is pretty messed up. also will*
A/N: Hey guys apologies for the messed up format on the forum section. FFn seems to hate indentation or any experimental style of formating for some reason.
Some notes concerning the universe:
[1] I will be using the surname then first name format for most everything
[2] In this world the age of peace official began about 25 years ago when All Might returned to japan. All Might rescuing those people from a fire seems to be a moment ingrained into the conciousness of society. I'm going on a limb and saying that was the same fire the reporter takade mentioned, and that Izuku was watching reruns on TV when he was a kid in canon
[3] Another slight change. I'm saying that quirks emerged some 200-300 years ago. That's because doing the math of eight previous One for All owners, even if they had a career of only 15 years (which I doubt) it would still add up to over a hundred. I'd say a reasonable career is 20-30 years? Yagi definitely had a healthy career
[4] The basis of my theory on Yagi's attitude towards awards and money was based on one time when the rankings were taken in the manga and it was said he declined some world achievement award? he seems like that type of guy. help me out if you remember
[5] Yes, Soumei is the junior high Tenya Iida went to. bnha wiki failed me but but it was in the manga chapters!
[6] hopefully I did a good job showing there were other smart people in-universe? I find it more entertaining when there's more smart people. they just don't have all the clues