Azanai was severely out of breath, but he still had enough energy to get pissed at Chargebolt.
"I literally almost died, and this is what you say to me..."
"You're still alive, though."
Azanai looked irritated, but didn't respond. Instead, he said goodbye and headed back to the hero agency. As he headed back, he saw the sun start to set on the city. He felt confused as to what he was doing in this world. He didn't understand who it was he was working with, or why he was even deciding to work with them in the first place. What would happen to his old life? Was he ever going to return? A million thoughts flooded his head as he felt confused by his lack of information about the world around him. And with his frantic confusion came exhaustion. After expending so much energy throughout the ay, he was finally beginning to get tired.
He forced himself to continue walking forward, occasionally boosting himself into the air for a while before coming down in a few seconds from exhaustion. As Azanai became more and more tired, he heard the sound of wings flapping from above. A man dressed in a sharp white coat that extended below his knees descended onto the ground beside Azanai with 6 fluffy white wings.
"Hello there," he said. "Need a life back to the agency?"
PROFILE
Skystrike
OCCUPATION: Hero
QUIRK: Halo
His quirk gives his 6 large, angelic wings protruding from his back that can reflect light and affect wind far more than normal physics would allow for. The feathers are also able to harden and detach, if need be.
"Yeah, that would be much appreciated. Who are you, by the way?"
"Skystrike. You?"
"Azanai." Skystrike knelt down and Azanai climbed onto his back. Skystrike took off with a leap toward and boosted himself up with his wings two at a time. He eventually began to gain significant height and before they knew it, they were soaring. AZanai felt relaxed as he let himself sink into Skystrike. He was severely exhausted from all the fighting he'd been doing. However, soon they'd be back at a safe location, and Azanai could finally get some rest.
After they arrived at the hero agency, Skystrike slowly descended to the ground and let Azanai off his back. "You can go in now," he said, and Azanai walked into the agency. He was nearly out of energy, and frantically looked around for a place to rest. He found a particular couch that was calling his name. He laid down and let himself relate his consciousness. He felt his mind slipping as his breathing slowed, his energy use finally leveling out. Finally able to rest, Azanai fell asleep.
Azanai woke up only to find himself in the Astral Chamber once again. He retraced his thoughts for a moment to try to find out why he was here. He only remembered going to sleep the night before, so why was he here? Was this another property of the Astral Chamber? He didn't precisely know, but he wanted to go back out there now that he felt his body had restored its energy back to its original state. He decided to travel through the red door again this time.
"Good luck out there," remarked the Guardian as Azanai stepped through the door.
Azanai looked at his surroundings and found himself back at the table he ate lunch at with the other villains. He walked out of the room and the halls, trying to find the rest of the team. Gauntlet found him as he was walking around and greeted him.
"Hey, sorry we didn't get to properly address Tseki roaming around the other day, but you'll be happy to know there there were zero known fatalities. Do you know what that means?"
"What does it mean?" asked Azanai.
Sarabii suddenly chuckled a bit from behind Azanai. It send a sudden chill down his spine. "It means we've won."
"I'm confused," Azanai replied. "How exactly did we win? Those buildings were destroyed and the villain is still at large."
"It's quite simple, actually," Sarabii explained. "The goal was never to defeat him in the first place. is AP is far too high for that to be in the realm of possibility at the moment. One of use could be severely injured or even die. Instead , our goal was to reduce the death count to zero."
"Oh," Azanai said. "That's actually quite smart. So then, what's our next mission?"
"We've received an alert of a hero that's been going to nearby villain bases and destroying them without a second thought. We're going to stop him, alright?"
"Got it."
Azanai latched onto Sarabii's back, making sure to keep his head down. Sarabii launched himself down the hallway, gliding on his wings and into the air as he rose up through a hatch in the ceiling. He soared higher and higher until they were a good distance up. Then, he leveled out and changed direction as he took off horizontally. He flew extremely fast in order to arrive very quickly at his destination. As he descended towards the open city, Azanai saw a small crowd of people standing at a small house, watching a single figure with 4 large blue pillars of light that extended from him. Azanai and Sarabii descended slightly behind the crowd, and Azanai got off Sarabii's back.
"Now, my adoring fans, observe as I eliminate a threat to our proud city!" exclaimed a man dressed in a black jumper with triangular shades and spiky red hair.
PROFILE
Yuga Aoyoma
OCCUPATION: Hero
QUIRK: Energy Control
He can manipulate his own form of pure energy that can be transformed into any shape as well as being able to either be a solid, pass through walls, or slice through walls. The effects of the beams are stronger if they're directly connected to his body, rather than detached.
He looked like he was attempting to destroy s small home that apparently housed a villain inside of it. Sarabii began speaking to Azanai.
"Ok, on the count of 3, I'm going to hurl you at that guy. I need you to knock him out, but be careful not to hit him too hard. We need to make sure he doesn't destroy that home, as one of our important team members is inside there. Charge your attack, okay?"
"Got it."
"1... 2... 3!"
Sarabii hurled Azanai at Aoyoma as Azanai released a smash significantly more potent than usual. It landed straight in the chest of Aoyoma, who was sent straight to the ground with a thud.
Sarabii remarked, "Nullifying our targets quickly and efficiently is one of the things we do best. This is just part of thing we do that I like to call 'Professionalism'."