Jail. It was the place where criminals were sent as retribution for their crimes. Locked away in cells, guarded by armed officers. A horrible place with no freedom, and only limited time to talk to loved ones.

But not everyone in jail was a criminal. A small percent of them were false cases, aka they had been falsely imprisoned.

The ones who had been falsely imprisoned were the ones Ayano was most concerned about, namely Sweet Mask and Metal Bat. Of course, other strong characters were in the jail walls as well. Many villains that had been arrested were arrested for using their strength for bad. To kill them and the heroes as well would be killing two birds with one stone.

But how was she to slaughter the many residents of the jail? Well, the answer was simple: explosives.

All she had to do was explode the jail. The media would take it as a terrorist attack. And besides, the majority of individuals inside the jail were criminals. Who was going to complain about a few cons being killed?

Now just to gather the bombs, Ayano thought. That will take a little time… thankfully Info-chan knows where to get them. In the meantime… it's time to take down more heroes.


Megami scowled at her reports on her computer. Ayano was attending class on time, patrolling the halls as she was told, and being a role model student. She was perfect for the Student Council, a perfect student, a perfect hero. Megami almost doubted her Yandere nature. She was too good, too nice, too free of sin.

Is she really what we think she is? Megami thought.

She glanced at more reports, scanning the words. A group called the 'Neo Heroes' kept appearing over and over again.

So these Neo Heroes plan to overtake the Hero Association, she thought. And of course, the leader is that cousin of mine… I suppose he thinks he is making a comeback at me. How childish.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She answered it swiftly.

"Greetings," she said. "I am Megami Saikou, and I-"

"Miss Goddess!" the voice on the other end yelled. "It's horrible! Everything is horrible!"

The man's voice was hysterical. Megami could hear him choking back sobs.

"Calm down," she spoke, in an authoritative yet serious voice. "Tell me what is happening."

"Drive Knight has been decapitated!" he shouted.

"Decapitated?" Megami raised her brow. "No, there is no need to panic. Drive Knight is a cyborg. I'm sure he can be repaired."

"No, it's too late," the man sniffled. "His parts, his wires, they were all taken out… it's horrible! He's done for!"

Megami's brow furrowed. "Who - or what - is responsible for this?"

"We don't know," the man replied. "But! But that's not all, Miss Goddess! Something else has happened!"

His breathing began spiralling out of control.

"Sir, please, you must calm down," Megami told him. "Tell me what happened."

The man breathed in and out, calming himself down.

"The Tank Topper Army," he panted. "They've been totally annihilated…"

"Totally annihilated?" Megami demanded. "By what? Where is Tank Top Master?"

"O-Once again, we don't know," the man panted. "It… it was some kind of crazy, unstoppable force of nature! It killed them all…"

"Killed them all?" Megami asked. She frowned. "That means…"

"Tank Top Master is dead!" the man screamed.

This is all happening too fast, Megami stood up with a rush. Whatever is out there… it's getting too strong.


The Tank Topper Army was notoriously eccentric. Ask any random civilian about it and while they'd say something respectful about it, they'd also add a 'but… it's kinda weird', too.

The main reason it got its eccentric reputation was because the entire group believed wearing tank tops was the source of their strength, worshipping the words from their leader. The leader himself, Tanktop Master, was a very eccentric individual. He was well-meaning and thoughtful, but perhaps not the brightest hero to walk the planet.

His group was mainly composed of B and C class heroes. Some participated in group activities more than others. And some were certainly weirder than others. But Tank Top Master was not one to judge. If someone understood the true strength of tank tops, he'd welcome them with open arms.

The Tank Top Army, like most hero groups, had their own base. Well, it was perhaps more of a personal gym than a base. The gym took up the majority of their headquarters, with only a small room for recreation and dining. Many of the members came there to train, pump iron, or discuss the wonders and powers of tank tops.

For the first time in a while, the entirety of the group was at the base. As usual, some members were training and heaving weights, others were showing off, and some were talking. Tanktop Doctor, the brains of the group, was giving everyone a lecture.

"... and that's why wearing tank tops increases stamina," he said, gesturing to a presentation he'd made. "Not to mention the many other health benefits. Did you know, you are 20% more likely to lose weight faster by wearing a tank top?"

"That is so cool!" yelled Tanktop Rockabilly, strumming his tank-top shaped guitar. It made no noise since he had forgotten to plug it in.

"Does that mean I can still eat pasta?" Tanktop Al Dente asked, holding up a cheese grater.

"Maybe you should reduce the amount of cheese you put on it," Tanktop Doctor replied. "Cheese contains quite a lot of fat, after all."

Tank Top Jungle sniffed his hairy armpits, completely uninterested in the situation.

"Ugh…" Tank Top Girl cringed. She stared at Tanktop Tiger and Tanktop Black Hole, who were having a wrestling match. The brothers were rolling around the floor, shouting insults at each other. Some of the other Tanktoppers were cheering them on.

"Aw, let them have their fun," Tanktop Sister replied, giving Tanktop Girl a kind smile. Despite being one of the youngest members of the group, many of the Tanktoppers looked up to Tanktop Sister as a role model… and a big sister. Plus, she was a fantastic gardener and chef. At her school, she had a garden, where she cooked and grew her own produce, and led her own club of other gardeners.

"This is why I don't come here much," Tanktop Girl groaned. "I mean, don't get me wrong - I truly respect Tanktop Master, but all these guys…"

"They have their… eccentricities," Tanktop Sister agreed, "but we're all a big family, no matter what. We just have to learn to accept and love each other."

Tanktop Sister, always the optimist, Tanktop Girl thought, a small smile appearing on her face. No wonder we all look up to her.

"ATTENTION TANKTOPPERS!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, turning to face Tanktop Master himself. Being the leader, he was one of the larger members of the group, with a muscular figure and a tall stance. He had blonde hair and calm brown eyes. Of course, he wore a blue tank top, long pants, and a belt around his waist with his initials and a tank top engraved on the buckle.

"Tanktop Master!" the members cried, staring at him with their usual awe and respect.

"I have some news for you," Tanktop Master boomed. "I have ordered some protein shakes for all of you."

Everyone cheered.

"And not only that, but the Hero Association told me something very important," Tanktop Master said. His expression turned grim. "They said that we-"

He was interrupted by a crash from the recreation room.

"What was that?" he asked, raising his brow.

The Tanktoppers looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well, whatever," Tanktop Master cleared his throat. "As I was saying-"

And then it happened.

A smoke bomb landed in the room, causing smoke to rise. The smoke obscured everything, leaving it in a grey haze.

"Who turned the lights off?!" someone yelled.

There was a lot of crashing, shouting, swearing, and people slamming into each other. And then a scream. A scream of horrid pain and agony.

"Bro!" Tanktop Tiger shouted. "Bro, was that you? Bro, I'm coming!"

"Everyone, calm down!" Tanktop Master yelled above the panic. "We just have to-"

"AUGH, NO!" a high pitched scream.

"Tanktop Sister!" a group of Tanktoppers yelled. "Don't worry, we're coming!"

Tanktop Girl clenched her fists, coughing through the smoke. No one was hurting her friend, not today.

"Coming through!" she yelled, racing through the smoke, following the sounds of the screams.

But then the screams went silent. Too silent.

"Tanktop Sister?" Tanktop Girl asked. She blinked heavily. "Hey, Sis, this isn't a joke!"

She saw a figure lying on the ground, blood pooled around it.

"... Uekiya?" she asked, daring to utter Tanktop Sister's real name. She reached out towards the corpse. "Uekiya, are you okay?!"

Then she heard a scream from Tanktop Rockabilly, and another from Tanktop Tiger.

"What's going on?!" she cried out, looking around.

"Tanktop Girl…" she heard Tanktop Master nearby.

"Master, I'm here," she said, trying to see his form. "You have to-"

And then she felt it. A katana piercing her back. She fell to her knees, doused in her own blood. Her life was over in seconds.

"Tanktoppers!" Tanktop Master yelled out. "Are you still with me?"

The smoke finally began to disperse. Tanktop Master fell to his knees, large statue shaking. Every single one of his members was dead. Their corpses were lying around the room, tongues lolling out, surrounded by pools of blood. Dead, never to return.

No… Tank Top Master whimpered. No, my family… not my family…

"Who… WHO ARE YOU?!" he raged, tears streaming down my cheeks. "WHY DID YOU HURT MY FAMILY!?"

He didn't even register the katana lodged in his back, right through his abdomen, up his chest. Then he, too, was gone.


A young man observed the scene of the crime. The bodies of what had been the eccentric but powerful members of the Tank Topper Army were being carted away. Even the S Class leader, Tank Top Master, had been slaughtered.

The young man furrowed his brow. Members of the Hero Association were at the scene of course, doing their little 'investigation' as they had promised the public.

But I doubt they'll find anything, the young man thought, shaking his head. They'll blame this on a monster, and go searching for the wrong creature. They're so desperate to find a monster to defeat these days. Their reputation keeps sinking lower and lower. They desperately need something that will help the public improve their view of them.

But it's not going to work, the young man thought. No matter how good they try to make themselves look, everyone already knows they're full of shit. Even Goddess herself can't save them anymore. And plus, even if that Yandere wasn't in their ranks, they'd be doomed for failure anyway.

"And just who might you be?"

The young man turned around, facing the S Class hero Demon Cyborg.

"Demon Cyborg," he greeted, curtly. "I'm just investigating this scene myself. You as well?"

"Yes," Demon Cyborg replied. "I believe whatever is behind this mass murder is the same cyborg I am hunting for."

"Interesting," the boy nodded.

Demon Cyborg stared him down. "You are Blue, correct? Leader of the Neo Heroes."

"Yes," the boy replied. His lip curled. "You declined the invitation to join the Neo Heroes, Demon Cyborg. You'd rather stay with the mess that is the Hero Association?"

"My master did not want to join, so I will not join either," Demon Cyborg replied, firmly.

"'Master'?" Blue asked, raising an eyebrow.

Demon Cyborg stared him down, silent for a moment.

"I have a question," he said.

"What is it?" Blue asked.

"Is it true that you are the son of Blast and Traveller?" Demon Cyborg asked.

Blue's face shadowed over.

"Well," he said. "Now we're getting too personal, Genos."

"But is it true?" Genos asked.

Blue walked off, glancing over his shoulder for a brief moment.

"Believe what you want," he said.

Genos' face was stoic.

So the rumours are true… the leader of the Neo Heroes is the son of Traveller and Blast... the cousin of Goddess.


Akademi High was once again full of terrified students. Many of them were aware of the tragedies that kept occurring, and the deaths of many powerful heroes and students. They stood together, fearing for their very lives. While they had the Student Council, security cameras and bodyguards situated around the school as protection, that did not stop the fear that crept into the students, the fear that surrounded them like a dark, grey cloud. Even after Goddess' promise to protect them, they still trembled in fear at even the mention of a monster.

On the other hand, Ayano Aishi had become one of the most well-loved and respected students. When she patrolled down the hallway, smiling and waving, the students felt better about the situation they were in. If nothing, Ayano Aishi would be able to protect them. She was a powerful hero, a force to be reckoned with, an S Class hero and a member of the Student Council. Many people also believed she was a bitter fit for Student Council president, mainly due to rumours about the other members of the Student Council, especially Goddess. And of course, she was far more humble than Goddess herself.

But Ayano was not sufficient for rumours to simply be 'floating' around. She needed them to hit hard. She needed the students to believe them to no longer be rumours, but factual truth. And who else to help her achieve such a goal but the bullies?

The bullies consisted of five young ladies, characterised by their blonde hair, tanned skin, shorter skirts, and multitude of colourful accessories. They presented themselves as 'pure, sweet, innocent angels', but in reality, they could be the cruelest people in school. Ayano knew how they treated students with a low reputation (heck, the delinquents were truly the best example). And she knew that more than anything, the bullies loved gossip and drama.

As well as being bullies, Ayano knew the leader, Musume Ronshaku, real name being Mutsumi Rokuda, had ties to the Hero Association. Her father was one of the Hero Association's sponsors, so she was quite aware of drama and controversies surrounding the Association and its heroes. She had even met a few of the heroes in the upper ranks, or so she proclaimed. Many of the students knew this too, and trusted her for drama and gossip surrounding the heroes and the association itself.

When Ayano saw Musume and her entourage coming down the halls, she knew she had struck gold.

Info-chan:

Trust me. If anyone can spread rumours about heroes…

Ayano:

It's them, yes.

Info-chan:

And they can spread good information about you too, Yan-chan. That aside… their panty shots are worth five more credits than any normal girl.

Ayano:

Of course…

Ayano smiled sweetly at the bullies, who waved at her.

"Yan-chan!" Musume chroused. She had long, wavy blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. Her hair had some streaks of light orange. On her face was a plethora of light blue mascara, blush, and lipstick. Around her waist was a light blue jacket. A multitude of scrunches were around her wrists.

"Musume-chan," Ayano greeted, cheerfully.

"Wow, you're doing, like, so fab at the Hero Association," Musume told her, putting a hand on her chest. "They're, like, totes going to increase your rank soon!"

"Ah," Ayano nodded. "That's wonderful news!"

Musume spread her arms. "Here, take a selfie with us, gurl!"

Ayano joined in, taking a selfie with Musume and the other girls. She even wore a smile, just for the sake of the photo.

"Wow, you look, like, soooo cute, Yan-chan," Musume grinned, holding up her phone.

"Oh, thank you," Ayano said, smiling. "And you too."

"Aw, you're, like, so sweet," Musume said, blowing a kiss.

"But… there's something I have to tell you," Ayano said. "Something that maybe even you don't know."

"Spill, girl," Musume encouraged, leaning in.

"Goddess is jealous of me," Ayano whispered. "So jealous, that she wants to get me removed from the Hero Association."

"Are you for real?" Musume gawked.

"Absolutely," Ayano said. "And that rumour about her hating men? Completely true. She wants every male hero in the S Class to get removed as well. She despises them all."

"That is totes true," Musume agreed. "I've seen the way she, like, acts around them. She hates them all! Yet she acts, all, like, professional or whatever. We all know it's, like, an act."

"She wants to sabotage me as well," Ayano said, putting a hand on her heart, "even though I've done nothing wrong! Oh, it's horrible… all I want is for us to get along, but she keeps being bitchy towards me."

"Aw, girl, you poor thing," Musume said, patting Ayano's shoulder. "You're, like, so strong and whatever. You'll make it through this."

"Oh, thank you, Musume-chan," Ayano said, wiping her eyes. "You made me feel a lot better. If only we could do something about that horrible witch Goddess…"

"Oooooh, girl, don't worry, we've got you covered," Musume assured her. "No one is safe from, like, the internet!"

"Oh, you're so kind," Ayano said, smiling gratefully. "But of course, I've got more to share if you're interested…"

Ayano knew Musume and her friends couldn't resist. The bullies leaned forward eagerly, listening in.

"Well…" Ayano tapped her fingers together. "Do you know why Goddess always wins every battle?"

The bullies urged her to continue.

"Because she cheats, steals, and lies to win," Ayano smiled. "She'll take any measures possible to ensure her success… even murder."

The bullies gasped. "No way!"

"That means… Goddess may not be the hero we think she is," Ayano said. "She may, in fact, be a murderer. The one responsible for everything happening, in fact."

The bullies looked horrified. Ayano's face darkened over.

Victory is mine for sure…