"Nomus… yes." Shigaraki's evil smile peeked out from under the mask. "Say didn't you three Saiyans give the good doctor some blood for in case you ever got hurt?"
"Well, yes. Your worlds medical capacities' is nothing... no... no you can't." She backed up.
"Look as it... rebuilding your kind from some genetic samples. With a few... modifications." The rest of the league caught on to the villains idea.
"That's horrible. Great plan boss." Twice contradicted himself.
"It will give us the boost we need." Mr. Compress rolled a blue marble in robotic arm, a disembodied arm barely visible inside the glassy surface.
"I can't let you do this!" She powered up, but Dabi cut in.
"Now, now. You don't want the one that killed your teammate finding you, and you don't want to stress yourself, bad for children I hear." He stood up tall as the red aura around her faded.
Her clenched fists slowly opened. "You'll defile my people's blood... for your own gain..."
Then Spinner spoke up. "I'm with her, it isn't what Stain would do."
Shigaraki visibly twitched at the lizardman's words. "You see, somethings have to be done. If we are to purge the fake heroes from this world, we need an army."
Chapter 102: Dance lessons
I stood up from the script. "We'll work on this over the next few days." I said as I sat down with the rest of the class. "What's the idea so for?" I asked them.
"We are doing a music and dance performance." Mina said. "But we need to have people to play music and a song. Oh Jiro, the Saiyan music you were given by Fuma's Father. We could play that."
The purple haired student looked at the sheet music. "Ummmm... I don't understand any of it. Fuma can you make sense of it?"
I took the sheet music and sighed. "It's in Saiyan script. And the instruments were only found Vegeta. Instruments no Saiyan here knows how to make."
Kalna threw herself on the couch on top of Bakugo. "Oh please we should just make our own song. After all Heroes are more then just defenders right?"
Izuku spoke up. "That sounds like a great idea."
"Oh and we can make cute matching outfits for the performance." Mina smiled.
Kirishima the spoke up, "Hey Astero, think you can whip up some stuff for special effects?"
Astero looked up from his pile of parts and wires. "Yeah. I'll even talk Hatsume into helping. I can set up cables, pullies, lights, fireworks. I'll need some extra help, a crew to work with. Say Todoroki, Koji, Kirishima, you lot help me out?"
We spent that evening planning out stuff, and since we didn't have class in the morning we stayed up late talking until it was just me and Izuku in the living room. "The school festival will be a fun day he said."
"That it will." I leaned on him. "Politics, dancing, singing, a date with you." I winked as he let out a flustered laugh. "Izuku, I'm... happy."
He just nodded as he let me lean on his chest, the silence of the moment and the sound of the wind blowing outside. "I am happy as well. Had anyone told me that this would be my life little more then a year ago..." He didn't need to finish.
"Just keep being you, I'm sure you'll be the number one hero soon..." We fell asleep on the couch in each others arms.
I sat in a office across from All Might, the case I had brought with me and the twins. "Harp, what is this about?" The sunken man said, his face hollow with his clothes barely on his frame. "You said it was important."
"I know about how your quirk works, how you had passed it on." I said much to the man's surprise. "I am a lot older then I look Toshinori. I have met previous users of the power."
The retired hero nodded. "What is this about?" He asked me.
"You want to keep your students safe, and I have received word from command that Boreal is on the move. He'll be here after the School festival." The man's eyes went wide. I reached down and unlocked the case, inside were seven orange orbs with stars inside them and a statuette of a dragon. "You have a choice to make All Might. These are Dragon Balls, my Dragon Balls. They can grant a single wish with next to no limit. You can restore your power ahead of the invasion, or wait and use the wish to undo the deaths caused by it."
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked me as he looked down as the orange crystal balls. "Why give me this choice?"
I looked him in the eyes as answered, "We will need as many heroes as possible to defeat Boreal, these dragon balls have given me the power I need to survive. So... what is your wish? If we use it to revive people the population will want too know what happened. But if it appears that you have gotten one last use of your power, we should be able to keep them a secret."
I looked down at my near skeletal hand, "Exactly how powerful are these wishes?" I asked as I looked at the green skinned alien.
"I used them to reshape my body into one that... isn't reflective of my father." He said, "But in the wrong hands, these items can give them the entire galaxy on a diamond platter." He looked me in the eye, "They can make a person a living God, unable to die, or age."
I sighed, "I have to think about it..." I stood up and walked to the window. "These... Dragon Balls... should I use them to revive the people, or use them to try and prevent their deaths in the first place. As a hero... that is a difficult thing to awnser."
Harp clossed the case, the locks clicks cutting the silence. "I'll let you think on it. When there are used they can't be activated or located for a years time. So you have to be sure you are making the right choice. The wrong one could mean that there is no world to save."
Sorry for the extreme delay on this chapter. i hit writers block hard.
