Guess who had to spend the last two weeks in isolation because of the good old COVID-19? It's all good in the hood now, been home for the last few days recovering. Working with imports has its problems, but I at least can get the "survived a global pandemic" squared off the bucket list.

Joking aside, wash your hands and take care. It is not a fun ride to go on.

Suppose it's the irony of having the main character wearing a mask on the story's cover.

PS: Holy fuck, 500 favorites.

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September 30th, Yamanashi, Minami Alps, 1030.

The convoy wasn't slowing down the slightest.

"Eyewitness reports, huh? This deep in the mountains with no sign of life… Is he really here? Kurogiri of the League of Villains." Gran Torino asked as he studied the photo of today's mark.

"There have been four eyewitness reports in the last four days. Since there aren't many people in here, they are more credible." Tsukauchi explained the scenario as he continued to drive.

"And besides, the Nomu you are tracking also appears to be moving towards these mountains." the detective added, now looking over his shoulder and towards the passenger on the back seat of his car.

"Hakame… think your friend has come for Kurogiri?" Gran Torino also turned his attention to the woman behind him.

"We are working with the possibility that the angler has some sort of tracking Quirk. But something is off; if it has been meaning to reach Kurogiri than there isn't a reason for this meeting to happen here in the mountains." Machibuse Hakame responded nonchalantly as she continued to file her nails.

"That's right… Kurogiri's Warp Gate is perfect for secrecy. And even so he has been seen four times. If Kurogiri's mission was simply recovering this rogue Nomu then he would have done so back in the sewers." Gran Torino nodded in agreement.

"Both Kurogiri and the Nomu are after something in these mountains. The same thing." Hakame concluded with a tired sigh.

"Even if we don't understand the League's motives, this is our best chance to arrest Kurogiri, and with him under custody it can't take long for us to find out what this angler Nomu is searching for. We definitely want this to work. We are counting on you two; Gran Torino, Conquest." Tsukauchi gave a determined nod to both his passengers.

"Good grief, you are working this old man to the bone." Gran Torino chuckled.

"I have a real name, Detective. And I prefer that people use it." Hakame warned in a serious tone.

"Well, it is the name on your hero license." Gran Torino took a jab.

"A hero license that I only got because the law required me to. And differently from a certain midget in this car, I never grew fond of the hero gig after being forced into it." Hakame scowled, leaning her elbow against the frame of the window and her head against her fist.

Gran Torino looked down towards the floor for a moment before turning back to her.

"You know our friend would be happy to see you doing hero work again after all these years." he spoke, a tinge of joy in his voice.

"And you know I would be telling Nana to take that obnoxious smile of hers and shove it." Hakame rolled her eyes and turned away, now observing the trees zooming past the speeding vehicle.

Silence stood still for a moment

Then Tsukauchi's radio came online with the news. Kurogiri had been located.

The convoy pulled over.

"We are converging on your position. What's the situation?" Tsukauchi responded quickly as he placed the communication device on his ear.

In less than five minutes the police force and their two strikers for the day were already ready to begin the operation.

"Target has been spotted. He should be reaching a small clearing by now, three-hundred meters north of our position." Tsukauchi instructed, now reaching for his revolver.

"I suppose you can handle Kurogiri by yourself until I get there." Hakame commented as she calmly began setting a pinkish cigarette onto her brass holder. This would be plenty enough.

"Don't stress yourself over it." Gran Torino responded as he sped towards the clearing.

Soon after there was a loud crash coming from the woods.

"Suppose I'm not the only one getting old… took him an entire three seconds to deal with that rat." Hakame sighed, now running alongside the policemen in order to secure their target. Gran Torino wasn't the only one who got slower with age, as evidenced by a few more speedy officers getting ahead of her.

Wouldn't take too many years for her to actually need her cane to move around. Hakame mostly carried the thing around because it was convenient to have something hard to clobber people with.

There they were, Gran Torino standing over the shadowy figure of the League's teleporter.

"Gran Torino! Be careful! He can use his Warp Gate not only with his head, but also with his hands. He is hard to pin down." Tsukauchi warned as he took aim at the criminal.

"I know. If he tries anything I will just accelerate and take him with me… If you got a preference for a date, then I'll take you wherever you want." Gran Torino soothed the detective's concerns.

"You dragged me all the way here already. Suppose my method should be more efficient, let me just have a word with him." Hakame spoke as she approached, a silver lighter in hand as she lit her cigarette and took a few puffs.

"So you are the mist-man… you feel like talking now or would prefer the change of scenery? There is a high-security cell in Tartarus already waiting for you." she added, now leaning close to Kurogiri's head as she got down to one knee.

Each of her words came with an almost invisible cloud of gas strong enough to send a grown man into deep slumber within less than two minutes of breathing it.

"Now, so just I don't waste my time, why are you here and where is the angler Nomu?" the elder Machibuse questioned the surprisingly passive man Gran Torino was pinning to the ground with his feet.

"Angler Nomu? I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about, Ma'am." Kurogiri responded.

He sounded genuinely confused. Perhaps the Miasma had begun affecting him already?

"Have you two heard the rumors about a wild man appearing in this area?" Kurogiri spoke again, his tone indicating that he was still resisting the gas that now pooled around where his face was supposed to be.

"What?" Gran Torino asked.

"There have been reports about an unknown individual living in these mountains for the last few months. None of those were confirmed though." Hakame answered the villain's question.

"It seems he has gotten a little too much attention recently, but I guess it can't be helped. I have business with that wild man." Kurogiri explained, shifting a little to the side as he tried in vain to reach for more breathable air.

"Tell us about it later. In detail." Gran Torino decided to not take any risks.

It was then that the ground began shaking.

"What are these vibrations!?" Tsukauchi began searching around for an explanation.

It felt like an earthquake at first… then another… then another.

"Something is coming." the elder Machibuse readied for trouble.

"That man is always looking at the future." Kurogiri seemed unphased by what was happening as his conscience drifted away.

Things took a drastic turn for the worse.

A gargantuan figure came into view, his crooked back cutting above the tree line. It seemed to be a man, spiked hair and rocky features all over his body

"Detective Tsukauchi, Gran Torino, Former minister of defense… Shigaraki Tomura was not the only one that man raised... One of All For One's faithful servants: Gigantomachia." Kurogiri introduced the newfound threat as he now blacked out.

"Everything… Is for my master…" the monster spoke, slowly rising his hand.

Gigantomachia surely struck like the thunder he made. The very trees seemed to scurry away from the impact as the wind knocked the frailer ones to the ground. Good thing most of the police force remained away from the clearing, casualties would've been much higher otherwise.

Something shifted inside the dust cloud.

Hakame barely had time to move her head out of the way as a set of massive claws speared over her shoulder with a low buzz. At the opposite end of the elongated arm stood another alien figure.

It lurched forward after quickly attempting to swat Gran Torino away from Kurogiri, massive jaws wide open.

A sharp uppercut from the elderly woman forced the creature's mouth to close as it reeled back.

Her hand throbbed, it felt like punching a bag of iron fillings.

"So there you are… Torino! Secure Kurogiri and get the police out of here! We are not getting another chance like this one!" Hakame shouted as she observed the angler Nomu leaping back towards Gigantomachia and quickly climbing onto his shoulders.

Kurogiri had nothing to do with the Nomu coming this far into the mountains. It had been searching for Gigantomachia all along.

"Cut that bravado, Hakame! This is suicide! You can't fight both of them!" Gran Torino shouted back.

"I know I can't! So do your damn job and do it quickly while I keep them busy! I'm going to need you to bail me out from this one!" Hakame responded, quickly tucking her cigarette holder into the bun of her hair and quickly reaching for her box of chemical suppliers.

She hastily lit the dark-red rollup and breathed in her ammo. This was no time for theatrics; big guns were out already.

The former minister of defense had a small smirk on her lips as she breathed in the smoke and allowed her Quirk to work its magic once more. Last time she busted one of these black cigarettes, she ended up getting a paragraph in the Geneva Protocol named after her.

Those were the good old days.

In an instant Gran Torino vanished, with Kurogiri asleep on one shoulder and a half-awake Tsukauchi on the other. He needed to go back and pick up three more people still, and he knew very well that time was running out.

A sickly-sweet scent filled the air as Hakame unleashed a torrent of colorless gas that only distorted the air around her.

She took another deep breath, the smell apparently irritated both her opponents to a certain degree, and that meant that their method of tracking Kurogiri was now being jammed by her gas. Having a hyper acute sense of smell was just about the worst possible Quirk to have up against the Miasma.

That also meant that she was the single possible target for them to focus on.

"Now let's see if I will be getting any older than I'm today."

-.

September 30th, Tokyo, Shie Hassaikai Underground Network, Time Unknown.

Standing up was hard, but he couldn't afford being defenseless right now. His mind was going at a million miles per hour. The nightmare was happening again…

Once more he had become prey. Prey to be captured and made into a draft animal to toil for some unknown owner.

It was so damn obvious…

No…

Deep down he already knew why he was a target. Why his father also had people coming after him… perhaps he just didn't want to see it.

But now he couldn't blind himself to the truth.

Opioids, hallucinogens, stimulants, Trigger, the Hassaikai's Quirk-Destroying drug… He was no more than a tool. A vector. A catalyst for massive profiting for any drug operation. What happened at the Murakumo was a botched attempt to abduct him and his father. They were going to be auctioned like cattle.

Off the corner of his eyes he was able to see the drunken yakuza approaching. The man had a set of knifes in one hand, blades sticking out between his fingers.

He tried to stand up once more, his sense of balance was basically non-existent and forced him to reach down and support himself with one hand as his legs slowly tried to get in better position.

Overhaul's aide spoke something.

None of those words were heard by him.

The source of this unbalancing was closing in.

Fear… then...

"I need you to fight… I know that it is a lot to ask, but I need you to do it again, to push your fear to the side, to face everything that is headed our way the same way you did down there. You will need to do everything you can without holding back."

His mother had told him to fight. Fear had no place in a situation like the one he had been through almost five years ago. And it had no place now.

Anger. Fear once more had boiled into anger.

"The similarities might run deeper than you think, kid…"

Chizome was right since the beginning.

The drunken yakuza barely had time to put up his guard. The teen in front of him threw all notion of equilibrium out the window as he dashed forward from his low crouching position.

Running was impossible. So the attacker rolled forward to pick up speed.

Getting used to hit the floor was the first thing he was taught.

The teen came to a sudden stop as his feet touched the ground and he sprung upwards, momentum now turning as he twisted his torso to and hooked weapons on his soles deep into the ground ensuring that he wouldn't slip.

Knives fell to the ground as the seemingly desperate attack took a drastic turn. The yakuza's wrist snapped limp as a fist struck it from below in a vicious uppercut.

The man roared in pain as he tried to jump away, only to have his foot stomped on. Four Chelicerae digging into his skin and through bone and flesh.

The aide quickly struck forward with one of the arrows that formed his hair.

But his target was now completely recovered from the dizziness and easily moved out of the way.

The drunken Hassaikai just had been given a dose of their own Quirk-erasing drug.

Now it was just a matter of eliminating the hostiles and completing the mission.

"Aren't you one fine little killing machine…"

The words his godfather once spoke to him echoed back inside his head; those were words he'd never been able to forget.

No. He wasn't prey. He wasn't cattle.

Machibuse Hakuba was a predator. And it was a predator's duty to enforce the food chain.

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Six Years Ago, June 18th, Okinawa Prefecture, In Route Towards Iroimote Island, 0725.

Kamoge's expression turned to one of mild disgust as she looked over the edge of the small boat she and her family were on.

"Jellyfish?" Hakaku asked, not even lifting his eyes from his notes.

A low groan served as a "yes".

"I don't even know if the big ones are better or worse… on one hand I can see them; on the other I can see them." Kagome responded, backing away from the creature.

"Why is mom scared of jellyfish?" Hakuba asked, hopping down from the bench he was sitting on to see the creature. As far as he knew, his mother was the single most accomplished combatant to ever graduate from Okinawa's Military Academy, so it felt really strange seeing something like that.

"Because one of these things got me hospitalized for six days. Their stings hurt like hell. And I had to deal with literally everyone in my year poking fun of me for months after that." Kagome sighed as she sat back down by her husband.

Hakuba blinked in confusion.

"Your mother had just moved to Okinawa to attended the military academy here. Her platoon was performing drills on the beach and she got stung in the tight by a box jellyfish. I happened to be nearby collecting water samples to test for pollutes." Hakaku explained, now turning to face his wife.

"But why people made fun of her because of that? Isn't that really bad?" Hakuba questioned further.

"It was a very dangerous case, yes. But what people were laughing about afterwards was that I had to rush with treating her. And that meant using my Quirk to make an antidote." Hakaku explained, a tinge of cheekiness in his otherwise passive tone.

"You don't need to tell him that part…" Kagome looked away embarrassed.

"Affirmative; I don't need to. But, if you pardon my breach in protocol, I how often do I get the chance to poke fun at the mighty Alpha Six?" Hakaku's façade now broke in a grin.

That just got Hakuba even more confused.

"I plucked the tentacle from your mother's leg, used it to get the toxins into my system and proceeded to administer the antidote there on the beach. Now keep in mind that I had no syringes with me at the time and that, differently from you, I lack specialized organs for chemical delivery." Hakaku continued the explanation.

"To think my first words with you were "What do you mean you gonna bite my tight?"… Hell, I didn't even know your name back there… Do you have any idea how much crap I had to deal with after that?" Kagome covered her eyes with one of her hands.

Hakuba just stared at his parents. A blank expression on his face.

"Affirmative. People from your platoon would give me catcalls for the following ten months until we eventually started dating." Hakaku responded the rhetorical question, causing his wife to groan in response.

A whistle from the boat got the family's attention. They would make land soon.

Kagome took a deep breath to push away the previous issue.

"Regardless, just think of my run in with that jellyfish serves as an example for now; as in nature, out in the battlefield there are those who hunt and those who are hunted, Hakuba. The strong and smart eat the weak and dull. That day I got beaten like prey; I wasn't aware of a threat and it wouldn't have been my end if I wasn't lucky." she began speaking to her son.

"It may sound harsh, but that's unfortunately how reality is out there. The food chain is a reality whether you like it or not, so this weekend you are going to stand atop of it." Kagome got to her feet.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Hakuba responded.

"Iroimote is a good hunting spot. Barely two-thousand people live there permanently and we are heading to the heart of the island. Dense jungle and mangrove swamps make about eighty percent of the terrain, and there are plenty of things that will give you trouble; wild boars there should weight more than you and the coconut crabs are large enough to snap your fingers clean off if you don't watch out for them. There are also plenty of habu vipers, and giant hornets have been growing in numbers over the last few years; venom might not be dangerous to you, but you can be sure that the bites and stings will still hurt a lot. The vipers in this case are the nicer ones, because hornet stings tend to get infectious more often and if you get stung by one then it is not hard to end up stung by more." Kagome gave her son the overview as she rolled open a map of the island.

"Do you always need to go overboard with him?" Hakaku sighed.

"I wasn't much older than him when my father dropped me into northern Hokkaido for a week. Peak winter there is much worse than peak summer here in Okinawa." Kagome responded before turning back to her son.

"But this is why we are here. Your father and I will be camped here at the beach. And I will always be hiding nearby while you are out hunting, just in case. You have accompanied me on hunts before, but this time you will be working on your own." she continued the explanation as she pointed a few points of interest on the map.

The boat slowly came to a stop. Pristine wilderness stood just a few meters across the water. The boy adjusted with great care the few survival tools he had been given.

"Fear and hesitation are unknown to a true predator, Hakuba. And I want you to leave these two here in the boat. Show the food chain that you are the top of it, and you mean to enforce it."

"Yes, ma'am!"

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September 30th, Yamanashi, Minami Alps, 1039.

It's been decades since the Witch of Okinawa had been preyed upon like this.

The Nomu rushed after Hakame, arms swinging wildly, sharp claws cleaved clear through pine trees and upturned boulders alike without a tinge of resistance.

She continued to steadily breath out her Miasma as she ran and dodged. Truly age had made her slow.

Hakame had been fending off the two monsters for just a little under three minutes. Each of Gigantomachia's strikes reshaped the mountainside and more than once he got too close to hitting her. She expected the angler Nomu to be at least this fast if it had contended with her late daughter-in-law, but the goliath was also absurdly agile for his size. Hakame had a broken arm to remind her of not misjudging the giant. Her ribs also didn't feel all that good.

With a quick jump she vaulted over a fallen tree.

Against most opponents Hakame would've used the opportunity provided by cutting line of sight to mount a counterattack, but instead she just rolled to the side as she expected her cover to be shredded and continued on the run.

Said and done.

Large chunks of the trunk were simply torn out of the way as the claws pushed through.

At least that gave Hakame a small lead so she could lose the Nomu for a second or two.

The problem now was Gigantomachia turning his head towards her. Apparently he had quite a powerful sense of hearing as well.

In an instant he was upon her, fist already cocked for a mighty punch.

No using trying to parry or block a hand almost her size. Hakame jumped forward and rolled between the giant's legs as he dented the earth once again.

More gas.

She just needed a little more time. Her plan was already in motion and soon enough the mixture would be dropping below the upper safety limit.

Gigantomachia spun hastily after her.

Hakame took the chance to grip onto his leg and use the ridiculous momentum he created to propel herself away.

Too bad that now the Nomu had eyes on her again.

It leaped in with a wide swing of its arm.

Her first instinct was to parry the attack, but that plan soon came down as the claws effortlessly bit into the ivory outer shell of her cane. And then into the hardened tungsten rod that formed the cane's core.

She dipped low, barely getting her head out of the way of the attack. It barely grazed the side of her skull and yet she could feel like the bone got chipped. A fraction of a second to late and the Nomu would've opened her head like a melon.

Yet she continued pumping out her Miasma. Any second now.

At least now she got an idea of what was happening; the low buzz that accompanied the Nomu's claws were the damn things vibrating, probably hundreds or thousands of times every second.

On the corner of her eye she managed to see Gigantomachia uprooting a tree. And then throwing the entire thing at her like a massive javelin.

She jumped to the same side to avoid being crushed, but the Nomu was quick to follow up.

Hakame needed to try something, anything. She was running out of options; her sidearm wouldn't do jack shit against these two monsters.

Another slash came her way.

This time she stepped in. Okinawan Karate was tried and true, and Hakame needed every bit of her experience right now.

She gritted her teeth as she felt two of her fingers fracturing as her punch connected with the Nomu's abdomen. She needed something hardier.

Her elbow came rising sharply from six to twelve, impacting the Nomu straight on the solar plexus. It only did as much damage to it as it did to her.

Then her footing disappeared.

Gigantomachia had slammed both fists against the forest floor, causing the area to cave into a crater as the shock shattered the earth.

Then came the burning pain.

In that split second the Nomu tore her left leg clean off, just below her knee.

Yet she didn't scream.

Hakame just pumped out more gas as she smirked.

She vanished in a blur just before the Nomu managed to bite her head off.

"YOU ARE INSANE!" Gran Torino shouted as he carried her towards safety.

"Machibuse blood runs thick… now get us out of here. Time is running out." Hakame responded with some difficulty.

She was immediately handed to a paramedic as they reached a safe spot on the road a few seconds later, where the convoy had stopped.

"Someone get in contact with the government. Tell them to warn people of this area to not use or drink ground water for a few days. I don't want people getting sick because of me. And we better make our escape while we can; I don't think that will be enough to get rid of those two." Hakame spoke, apparently more bothered about having to go on crippled permanently than about the pain of losing her leg.

"What did you just do?" Gran Torino asked, now boarding the ambulance where Hakame would be transported.

"Diborane gas. The Americans experimented using it as rocket propellant after World War II, but since combustion is not complete its use was discontinued. It also reacts violently with water in the air once the mixture hits a certain point… you can imagine that self-igniting rocket fuel is far from ideal." Hakame explained, now forcing herself to clear her lungs out of that gas.

Just as she finished speaking there was a deafening thunder coming from the forest as the trees were consumed in a burst of green and orange flames. The entire mountainside lit up on fire almost at the same time.

"I however have my own little method of sending people to space with it."

-.

September 30th, Tokyo, Shie Hassaikai Underground Network, Time Unknown.

Brutally efficient was the only way to put it.

Sakaki Deidoro hadn't even reassumed his fighting stance when the teenager he had been told to apprehend closed in with a vicious kick to the side of his head.

The man had barely turned to see what was happening and now the drunk yakuza twitched lightly as he slid against the wall and into the floor.

Machibuse turned towards Kurono, the two enemies now back to a tense standstill.

But now things had changed completely. The very atmosphere of that diminutive storage room had grown unbearably heavy.

Kurono had seen Overhaul mauling and killing people many times. He himself had his small share of blood on his hands.

But this kid.

The look on his eyes was unnerving. It was clear aggression, barely kept in check by some subtly methodical and serene semblance.

Kurono knew little about what had happened to that kid. He was to be captured alongside his father and sold at a black-market auction as a tool for boosting drug revenue. Somehow the job was botched and that resulted in a lot of dead people. Sure that kid was traumatized by that, but this reaction wasn't that of a victim. Just what was the "Child in the Wreckage"?

"Tell me about this auction. Who was behind it? Which parties were involved?" Machibuse demanded as he stepped forward. His tone never wavering as his eyes locked onto his new target.

"…The boss never told us the details… he only ever mentioned that this auction was going to happen and prohibited anyone from the Shie Hassaikai from attending to it... We found that the ship had sunk on the news." Kurono instinctively stepped back. Why was he so afraid?

"Where is your boss? I will have a word with him." Machibuse once more demanded, steadily reducing the distance between him and the yakuza.

Kurono felt his back pressing against the cabinet propped against the wall.

He tried to look around to find a way out. There was a fierce battle raging above, but there was no way to get up without dealing with the incoming threat.

Then an idea.

"The boss is in the master bedroom of the mansion above… there is an escape ladder that goes from his room to a garage here in the underground." Kurono lied, he needed to create an opening.

Machibuse just stared at him for a moment, almost as if he tried to read the mask of the man in front of him.

Kurono slowly rose his hands in defeat.

"The door should be around fifty meters from here, around the corner of the stairs you took to get down here. There is a biometric lock on it, only the boss and Overhaul can open it normally, but you can overwrite the lock by imputing Zero-One-Eight-Six-Five-Nine-One-One-Three-Six on the digital display." he continued. The numbers were just his cellphone's shuffled up.

The boy just stared at him a little more, before taking a deep breath and turning around slowly.

He would need to carry his homeroom teacher with him.

Chronostasis' minute hand instantly shot forward.

"Wrong move." Machibuse stated flatly.

In a split second he spun onto his heel, his elbow impacting the side of the yakuza's jaw.

Kurono almost fell out cold after that one. But the quick glimpse he managed to catch of the eyes now looking at him made him wish that he had been knocked out.

Machibuse Hakuba now had completely snapped.

He followed up by striking the yakuza in the ribs with his knee, causing the man to sink into the cabinet by about half an inch.

Kurono reached out in despair for anything he could grab onto to stop the attack.

Machibuse took a quick step back before coming back in with a frontal kick that not only caused the Chelicerae on his feet to sink into the man's sternum, but also caused Kurono to be pushed further into the cabinet, completely dislodging the shelves inside.

Then he came in with a sharp right hook to the man's face, knocking off the brown mask.

Kurono tried to scream, only to find that the muscles of his core where suddenly growing rigid. Breathing was getting very hard very fast.

Another punch.

Then a third.

Quickly stepping further in, Machibuse grabbed the man by the collar of his coat and flipped him over his shoulder.

In an instant he had dropped with his knee onto the yakuza's ribs. If they weren't broke before, now they definitely were.

More punches to the head.

Kurono did his very best to try and defend himself, struggling to rise his hands and protect his face.

A swift punch to the throat caused him to gasp for air and give up.

Machibuse was unloading it all. His muscles burned up.

Then he noticed something tangled in Kurono's fingers as he continued to vent out his rage.

The assault stopped. The Chelicerae on Machibuse's palm just about to rip onto his prey's windpipe.

Kurono's right eye rolled back slowly as he asphyxiated. His left eye too swollen to do the same.

Then suddenly the force preventing him from breathing went away as Machibuse hastily gave the man the antidote for the drug he was given during the assault.

Kurono's consciousness was now quickly fading away, but at least he was alive.

With trembling hands Machibuse pried the object that caused him to come back to his senses.

His mask.

The silly drawing Momo had made for him.

Kurono likely had ripped it off once the beatdown commenced.

Hurriedly, Hakuba ran towards the other yakuza he had attacked.

The drunkard was still alive as well, the now cracked mask on his face likely had cushioned the kick just enough.

Using his last remaining strengths he unbound his teacher. Aisawa was still paralyzed, but it was better than nothing.

Hakuba gripped the mask tightly against his chest with one hand as he slumped against the wall, completely unaware of the battle that currently raged on above him.

His mind was going at a million miles per hour, but everything was blank at the same time.

Machibuse Hakuba was still in state of shock police and Suneater reached that room.

The raid was over.

..

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AN: And next time we deal with the aftermath.

I told you guys back at the Two Heroes movie arc that grandma was stupidly broken, guess it is better to show rather than just tell.

Now I seriously want to take a moment to thank you guys for the sheer amount of support. The story just crossed the 500 favorites mark. Five. Hundred. Fucking. People.

And soon enough we will be at 600 followers.

This is just amazing.

And yes, Hakuba exists because of a jellyfish.