HONNOU CITY

"By the time you are reading this letter, I have passed on to the next life. However, do not fret over an old soul, young man. You are old enough to make your own decisions from now on and I can't always be with you holding your hand."

"Your parents and sister would have been proud of you for making this far in life, even you had to lose them to that horrible fire 12 years ago."

"This world will be a scary place for such a gentle soul as you, but in time, you will find friends that will lend a hand in your darkest times and stand with you no matter what happens."

"This little old granny could only hope to see that handsome young boy she absolutely adored go off to that prestigious academy that the youngsters always yacking about. You inherited your mother's eyes, after all. Not to mention your father's dashing looks."

"Remember, Mirai-chan. No one is ever truly alone in this life. You only need to have faith in yourself and in the people, you hold dearly in your heart.

"With Love, Grandma Yukino".

"P.s: Open the lockbox I had left behind. Inside of it is a necklace with a small drill attached. It is a family heirloom, but your father would often regard it as a lucky charm. May it bring you good fortune and guide your way."

Within the slums of Honnou city, a young man with dark blue unkempt hair with light skin had recalled on the farewell letter he read a month ago. With a bittersweet smile, he holds the small drill in his hand, it was a precious family keepsake after all. After holding and eyeing the heirloom, he stuffed it into the insides of his turtleneck blue sweater.

He tried to recall on how his family look like, but for some unknown reason, he would get a severe headache if he tried to.

His grandmother told him that his parents, along with his older sister had perished under a blazing wildfire that had burned down his home on one dreadful night.

Miraculously, only the young boy, at the tender age of 5, survived by hiding in a closet although he had sustained severe injuries on his head, probably by the debris of his home. The corpses of his family were all burnt to crispt, a horrid sight to see.

However, what horrified the firefighters on that night was not the fire, but the corpses themselves when they got there.

All three of them had one gaping hole in their bodies and they were missing their heads.

These pieces of information were not told to the boy, for who could have the heart to say his family died in a gruesome manner? To make matters even worse, that fire took place on the young man's birthday.

Shaking off the killer migraine, the young man look onward toward his destination in mind with his emerald green eyes filled with determination and wonder.

Honnouji Academy

Like all students, he came here to continue his studies and graduate. But underneath that mundane goal, lies a hidden agenda...

He's trying to find answers to why his family was killed.


Two years ago...

SENDAI, JAPAN

"Man, I just wanna go home and sleep..."

"Yeah, Seiya-sensei really gave us the harsh brunt of the stick. I can't feel my legs after running around the goddamn track field the entire afternoon!"

"Kazuma, he just wants us to be in up-top condition, that's all..."

Within the embers streets of Sendai's city, two boys were walking their way towards home after an eventful day from middle school.

The brunette of the duo had complained out loud that their coach is really giving them a run for their money. His blue companion beside him was reprimanding him that it was all for a good cause.

"You know his motto is all about "always be cautious". We're in the track team after all." The young blue-haired kid merely said to him but later develops a moody undertone on the next words he was about to say.

"Although I'm honestly thinking that maybe this is the punishment he meant since we played hookey last session." he droned on with a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"He's a slave driver, I tell you what! He's going to kill us someday! I can feel it in my bones, Takiyo. That paranoid machine is going to make us work to death" Kazuma shrieked on that fact.

"You might be onto something here, man." the young boy, now known as Takiyo, grimaced at his best friend accusation towards their coach.

And so, both of the middle schoolers walked to their home with a newfound fear of their coach's overzealous cautiousness. No thanks to Kazuma, of course.

Unbeknownst to both of them, a woman was following them in the shadows. In one's perspective, this may give off some pedophilic vibes just by the looks of it with her getup of a trench coat and all but fortunately, that is not the case. Unfortunately, it is far more sinister than that. She was focused on a certain boy and her course of action, for now, is to observe only.

"Say, Takiyo."

"Yeah, Kaz?"

"You got any plans after this whole shindig is over? I mean, whatcha gonna do after middle school and all? I wanted to build stuff like that Michael Reeves dude on Youtube, so probably Programming or Engineering School. Maybe get myself a hot lady if you catch my drift, my dude." Kazuma asked while daydreaming and drooling about the hot lady stuff a bit too much.

"I uhh..."

"Wait... You haven't really thought about it!? Jeez, and I thought I was the airhead."

"Yeah... It's just a lot of things are going on right now. The track team and all, to the point where I kinda forgot about these kinds of stuff and go with the flow. I mean, with us graduating in about..."

"A month." Kazuma chipped in.

"Huh? I thought graduation starts next week? Wait... never mind. It's next month." Takiyo exclaim with a frustrated sigh, his memory is really getting worse.

With an exasperated sigh, Kazuma bonks Takiyo's head lightly, causing the blue-haired boy to yelp in pain on his best friend sudden bonking. A tiny lump had grown on his head, with his hands covering it.

"Hey, what was that for!?" the blue airhead exclaim.

"Two things. First, bold of you to assume my position as the bigger dumbass of the duo. Second, that bonking might possibly fix that shitty memory of yours. You are literally a walking disaster. Who knows what will happen to you if Granny Yukino or I am not around." Concerned Kazuma.

Takiyo couldn't help but nod dumbly at his worrying. Kazuma was always the more perceptive one here, although he tried to deny the fact by acting dumb about it. In the perceptive boy's words, Takiyo is somewhat a... what do you call those people on the internet?

A cinnamon roll baby that needs to be protected at all cost.

He always stares off into space, god knows what he was thinking all the time during class. He was picked on by the local bullies for his appearance alone back at elementary, calling him a "gaijin" by his emerald eyes alone. Hell, Kazuma can't shake the fact that the both of them met was just as a matter of luck when he was forced to team up with Takiyo here on dodgeball practice when no one came to our blue-haired boy.

At first, he too was sceptical about him but in time, Kaz here mellowed out and starts to hang out more with Takiyo when he starts to open up about one thing they have in common

Watching anime.

It's a small start, nonetheless. As the days go on, they became fast friends.

"Dude, I can take care of myself..." Takiyo deadpanned at his friend's view about him.

"Sure you could, baby blue..."

"By the way, wanna hit the town tomorrow? There's a manga Expo in City Hall at noon." Takiyo asked his friend.

"Let's fucking go, my dude."

As Kazuma grab his phone to check the time, he noticed on his phone's reflection that there were several glints of lights in the shadows of an alley. He realized the situation both of them were in.

They were being tailed.

"Taki-Kun."

"Hmm... oh, yeah?" Takiyo responded, almost got lost in his thoughts again.

"Remember that one scene in a movie we watched last week about tactical espionage?" Kaz inquired his friend.

"Eh? Uh... yeah, I remember. Why, though?"

"Looks like we're about to get jumped on."

"...Eh?"

As Takiyo did a quick 360 spin, which he literally did much to his friend surprise, he caught a glimpse of what his friend meant.

There's a bunch of high school hooligans stalking them in an alley.

Both of the boys completely missed the mysterious woman who was watching them on a nearby rooftop.

"Ah, crud... Okay, okay... calm down. Kaz, initiate Operation Spice Master." Takiyo reminded his brunette friend.

"Way ahead of you, buddy."


"He seems... average."

Atop of a two-storey building, a woman was watching them with a bored expression. She was tasked by the Boss to observe and report the situation regarding the green-eyed child. She didn't know what was the purpose though. She could be doing something much more in her time, like hunting down the Kamui's or go on a manhunt on certain individuals.

But, to babysit some random kid? It was baffling to her standards. Alas, she had to do it. It was the Boss, after all.

That, or hunting down a certain runaway scientist with a crazy loony bitch who might be from loony tunes. She shuddered at the thought. Two maniacs in her team were enough, but three? She could probably die from the stress alone.

When she was about to give a big yawn, a shout was heard in the alley, primarily from the green-eyed kid's compadre.

"Alright, you bozos! The fuck you lots want with us!?" the brunette fuzzball yelled.

"What we want doesn't concern you, dipshit... It's your friend here that we're eyeing here!" the leader of the hooligans yelled back.

"The hell!? What do you guys want to do with him?!" Fuzzball asked back confused.

"Simple... We're gonna save our town by cleaning the trash." Hooligan leader declared.

"And by cleaning, we're gonna purge this little shit."

The woman couldn't hear what fuzzball muttered, but she could read his lips and deduced that he said, "What the flying fuck..."

As his blue-haired friend here, his eyes widen in fear for a moment, but quickly he replaced that feared look with a frown that clearly looks he's on edge.

"Yeah, you heard me. Rumour has it that this runt had been giving our town some bad voodoo vibes. And we, as a responsible community, had taken up arms to fix this problem." as the hooligan leader said this, his goons start to brandish weapons from their outfits such as a broken wine bottle, wrench and other deadly objects.

The situation had grown grim for these kids. The woman thought about the hooligan's words for a moment and she called bullshit on it. They just want an excuse to beat the shit out of the kid.

A lame excuse at that. Man... gangsters these days have low standards. Whatever happened to those cool Yakuza gangs with cool strict moral codes, even though it's kinda fucked up?

"...That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my NEET life. You guys are really hopeless bastards!"

Fuzzball here got some balls to say that in front of a murderous lynch mob. His friend though didn't fare so well. Could she blame him though? He looks scared shitless from here.

A tick mark appeared on the leader's forehead. Well, nice knowing ya kid.

"Oh, we'll see how your smartass mouth can blabber..." the leader said as he walked towards both middle schoolers.

"After a pipe wrench caved in your skull-"

"Hold it!" the blue kid suddenly shouted.

Huh, guess she misjudged a bit about him.

"Before you're going to do your stuff. My friend here has something to show you." He continued.

"The fuck?" hooligan questioned.

"Yeah, I got something for ya, dumbass..." Fuzzball said while visibly sweating.

As he reached into his pocket for something, the other goons ready themselves up for something that they didn't expect. Now, this has gotten interesting for the woman.

What he took out...

...Was a small rubber duck.

"EIYOUUUU"

...He squeezed it.

"What the fuc-"

"NOW, TAKIYO!

"PEPPER SPLAAAAAASHHHUUUU!!"

"AGHHHHH, FUCKKK. MY EYES."

Hooligan leader screamed in agony.

"ANTI DUMBASS DROPKICKU!"

As fuzzball yelled his moves for some reason, he dropkicks the hooligan leaders right on his balls.

(Music: Reigen Arataka special moves ost)

[OPERATION SPICE MASTER]

THIS IS ONE OF THE DUO'S RISKY, SECRET MOVES WHERE TAKIYO VIOLENTLY THROWS LUDICROUS AMOUNTS OF POCKETED GROUNDED PEPPER EVERYWHERE FOLLOWED BY AN ATTACK BY KAZUMA AS HE DROPKICKS INTO HIS OPPONENTS VITAL WEAK POINTS, LEAVING THEM OUT OF THE COUNT!

(Bold red letters seemingly appeared out of nowhere to explain to the viewers the events that had happened.)

"GUHHHHHHHAAGGGHHHHH!"

The poor bastard fell down while holding his already shattered gems in vain, squirming on the unbearable pain that has etched on his fragile manhood.

"ANIKI! / YOU FUCK! / HOW DARE YOU HURT OUR BOSS!" was one of the total outrages that has been transpired on the angry mob, created by the two seemingly bizarre duo

The hooligan leader, unfortunately, didn't hear his goons avenging words as he slowly fades into unconsciousness.

[HOOLIGAN LEADER]

RETIRED

"Crap, we're in deep shit now, Takiyo."

"Come on, think of something..." The blue-haired kid said to himself.

As the woman watch the anti-climatic battle with a bewilderment expression. She noticed something about the blue-haired boy now known as Takiyo that had shocked her to the core

When he splashed those peppers around, she could see faint energy around him that made him able to do something out of him that made those ridiculous amounts of pepper. It was so small that she thought she would even miss it if she didn't focus. The boy didn't know he was subconsciously drawing out that energy from the environment around him.

To certain key people, they might mistake the fact and deduce it as a form of life fibres in a new revolutionized form. However, she along with a few people knew better of this power. To manifest matter out of nothing.

A long lost forgotten power that came to earth along with the life fibres. A power that no one, not even Ragyo Kiryuin could ever be able to achieve.

A power only its Genesis vessel can wield to its fullest potential.

Spiral power.

Fate is always a wondrous thing to think about. Who knew that the little runt that she and the others could not find was standing right there, right in front of her 10 years ago.

She decided to make her move. The Boss said that she should leave him alive because he might prove useful in the future, perhaps a way to find that two-faced traitor.

With a sadistic smile, she leapt off into the fray.


Takiyo's mind was racing, trying to find ways how to take down these guys without giving them severe injuries. Just a force strong enough to render them unconscious. More importantly...

without drawing blood.

He hated fighting. Despised it, if you took it up a notch.

However, his train of thought suddenly stopped abruptly when a crater has landed itself in the middle between the middle schoolers and the mob.

In the centre of the crater, Takiyo could make up of a woman with a purple trench coat that covers up her slim body. She had a fedora on top of her long, silky, jet black hair with neon purple highlights that covered her amethyst eyes.

(Play One Punch Man OST: Smash an Enemy)

She got up from the crater and faced towards the mob, with a giant bastard sword she slung lazily on her shoulder.

"Playtimes over, you pansies. Go run back to your pigs in human clothing you called parents." She said those words full of venom and smug.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU BITCH!" someone shouted, completely offended by that notion.

"I said..." She starts to run up to them.

"THAT PLAY TIMES ARE OVER!" as she said those words, she jumps into the air, leaving a crevice of her foot behind her, and slams her massive oversized sword into the centre of the crowd.

The shockwave of the slam alone sent them all flying, although a few of them managed to gain their bearings and rushed to her in a zerg rush.

As a mook tried to swing an overhead pipe wrench to her head, the woman merely ducked and sent two fast palm strikes on the mooks chest, sending him flying towards a group of mooks and crashing them like bowling pins.

Then, two mooks tried to flank her by thrusting their broken bottles to her sides. She anticipated their movements and only planting her sword on the ground as a makeshift gymnast pillar, where she jumped and did a one-arm handstand on the hilt, dodging both aggravators and one of them accidentally stab their comrade in the gut.

She then began to spin her body in a circular motion, using her legs as anchors as she kicks the two mooks away to the walls where they became modern art as a certain blonde cyborg in another world.

She uses the momentum of her spin to catapult herself into another group above them, this time dropping an axe kick on a big guy's head, presumably the main muscles of the mob. As lethal as the axe kick, her foot came down crashing on his head, fracturing the brute's skull surprisingly as her legs were quite slender as her body, but they delivered a massive punch behind them.

Another shockwave was created by the woman as she pummeled the brute into the ground, sending his nearby lackeys flying all over the alley. Takiyo and Kazuma were staring at the whole one-sided battle- no, bloodbath with fear. Takiyo was shaking with terror, although not noticeable by everyone at the animosity this woman was showing at the mob. She got up from the crater she again created and looks onto her remaining "prey" around her with widening eyes and a jagged grin akin to an apex predator, hunting its game.

"What's wrong? Too scared? What happened with being a responsible community shit you've been spewing out? she taunted them all.

"WHA-WHY YOUUUU!" They all gave a massive warcry as all of them charge around her at once.

She only gives a sly smirk that interprets "you guys don't give up, don't cha" as she somewhat flicks her finger for some reason. The Bastard Sword she had left behind near the two modern art disasters had flown towards her with great speed, knocking two mooks, creating a gap in the process.

She caught the big thing like it was nothing and start spinning the blade in a very fast motion. The wind pressure was enough for them to stagger back, which gave her another massive opening to a random mook on her left as she rushes in on the poor bastard, grabbing him by the collar and using him as a human meat shield by ramming him into all his friends.

The others who were defeated and not yet passed out watching their friends, quivering. They were scared shitless. This crazy bitch just ruthlessly took out 50 armed guys in a matter of 10 seconds. 3 seconds of those took out half of their numbers by the crater she had produced with that oversized sword of hers.

By Kill la Kill standards, this is not impressive but to the cannon fodder population, they beg to differ.

"She's a fucking monster!" they thought aloud.

With logical reasoning kicking in, they all ran away completely horrified. Some of them were carrying their fallen comrades. A few of them might have stopped breathing during this unfortunate fight.

"Jeez, even though I haven't really used my blade that much, you guys went down like flies. Talk about a letdown..." she monologues to herself with clear disappointment.

(Music stops)

Kazuma heard what she said and his expression quickly changes sour from scared.

"...you're disappointed?" Kazuma slowly muttered, seething in anger.

"Hm?" the woman glanced at the two boys who didn't run.

"You beat these bastards up, some of them are near death's door, and after all, you had done..." He trembled with anger, fists balling up in the rage of frustration by the senseless violence he had seen.

"YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE DISAPPOINTED!"

The woman could only give fuzzball here an odd look and said to him "Don't these guys want to kill your friend here? I merely just stop that from happening, didn't I? I mean, look at your pal there."

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO BEAT THEM UP TOO MUCH!" Kazuma shouted. "Yeah sure, these assholes deserve it, but I wouldn't take this too far!"

"Takiyo, can you believe this lunatic-." he stopped and widen his eyes in shock.

(Music: Boku no hero Academia OST: Darkness in Heart)

When he looks at Takiyo, he was breathing heavily, to the point he might be having a panic attack. He was looking at something. Kazuma followed his vision and immediately regretted his decision.

A bloodied body of a mook.

Blood.

There was blood all over him, next to Takiyo.

...a faint, distant memory had played on his brain as he shakily puts his hands around his head while breathing rapidly, his head throbbing vigorously.

"Mirai, sweety... Go hide in the closet. Mama and Papa will be okay, sweetheart..."

"Nee-chan..."

"It'll be okay, Mirai. It'll be okay. Big Sis will always be here for you. Mama and Papa too-

"AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"MOM!"

"MAMA! NEE-CHAN!"

He began sobbing uncontrollably, what were these memories?! He can't remember them as they were like gaps in his mind. "Agh-aghhh!" Takiyo was in pain.

Kazuma immediately gains composure of himself and tries to calm down his friend who is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The woman took a curious intent on them and begins to walk towards to the boys primarily towards the panicked stricken blue one."Mirai, dude. Breathe. Look at me, man. Look at me." he tried to gain his attention by grabbing both of his shoulders towards him.

Fortunately, Takiyo looked towards Kazuma. His mind trying to block out that image of the bloodied mangled mook.

"I'm here for ya, bud. I'm here for ya." he continued."Think happy thoughts, okay? Like that one time, we watch that anime with the cool brothers? Remember what he said, "Don't believe in yourself, believe in me who believes in you" right?"

Takiyo nodded, closes his eyes and thinks about that time. He and Kazuma were on a sleepover when they were 11 years old. His friend had found an anime that really inspired both of them. To break through the heavens with only their willpower, even though fate were against these two brothers.

He remembered how he and Kaz would cheer happily when one of the brothers would always have his back, to the point of punching him when he started to doubt himself.

They binge-watch that show the entire night. Takiyo was really inspired by the younger brother of the show. He wanted to be like him. No matter what the odds, he would always get back up and breakthrough despair.

He wanted to be a hero.

Takiyo then opened his eyes, and he saw Kazuma smiling at him. He gave a shaky but relieved sigh and said "Thanks, Kaz."

(Music stops)

Kaz mentally slapped himself for forgetting about one crucial thing about his friend.

Takiyo had Hemophobia...

The fear of seeing blood.

Granny Yukino said that he developed that fear after that "Incident" 10 years ago.

Once, when Granny Yukino accidentally cut herself with a knife when she was cooking Gameni. Takiyo saw this and bawled his eyes out, begging Granny Yukino to not leave him.

But, it's not the time to dwell on one's failures.

"You know I'll always be with your airheaded ass no matter what. Even if I'm not here, you'll not truly alone, man."

He then bumps his hand into his chest where his heart is.

"No matter what happens, we're best friends until the end."

he declared, with the biggest smile he could muster up.

The woman couldn't help but gave a small smile at this, fuzzball here kinda reminds her of the Boss when she was younger.

However, now is not the time for sentimental feelings.

She had a job to do, after all.

"Ara, Ara. It's nice and all-seeing two friends being all wholesome and stuff, but l have something to tell your friend here."

Kazuma had a tick mark, "Buzz off, sword lady, the hell ya want with him anyway?"

"Something you don't need to know, but in time, I'll guess I'll let you in on it maybe."

With a flick of a finger, she flicked Kazuma forehead, causing the fuzzball to comically flying towards a pile of unconscious bodies of mooks as he lay down there with stars circling around his forehead.

"Kaz!" Takiyo screech at his dazed friend.

"Now, now, boy. Let me take a look at your cute face." The woman said to him as she now binds Takiyo with these weird red threads that is on his body, causing him unable to move.

"Agh, what- what are these?!" He struggled. Every fibre in his body was constrained as the seemingly red threads were sinking in deep in his skin.

"Just who is this lady?" he could only wonder in fear.

"Ara, you really are that little child in that house. Shame on what has happened to your family, though," she said while holding Takiyo on his chin.

"...what?" he muttered, eyes looking at her with confusion.

"You don't remember, do you? Couldn't blame you kid. No kid should have seen such horrifying things at that age." she continued on.

"What do you mean?" Takiyo asked her, a hint of desperation creeps into his voice.

"If you want to have the answers you wish to seek about the truth, then sorry to say but I am not the one you should ask." she then unbinds the boy and starts walking away from the decimated alley.

"However, there is one place that you can find those answers." She stops and gave a half glance at him.

In Takiyo's eyes, there was a bright light that nearly blinds him but he could see the purple trench coat woman, although barely.

Then, she said the words that will ring inside his head for the upcoming two years.

"In two years time, a battlefield known as Honnouji Academy shall rise from the Kiryuin Conglomerate."

"Go there."

"And you will find the dark truth of your own fate."

Wind blew his dark blue hair from the revelation he received. The light began to grow brighter, causing him to cover his eyes.

Then, she was gone...


Present time

As the boy bought a juice box from a nearby juice vendor, he had recalled those words of that mysterious woman she met two years ago.

Here, he was standing in the slums of the city that hasn't exist yet that she had spoken of while enjoying the strawberry flavoured juice box he is sipping. He took notice on the conditions of the buildings.

It was bad.

People living in poverty. Dark alleyways filled with shady characters alike and run-down buildings that can topple at a moments notice.

He continued sipping his juice.

Then he took notice of the higher areas of the town. The "One-Star district" seems to be paradise compared to the living standards here.

He then looks at the letter of acceptance he took out from his big bag from the school.

Eyeing on one name that may or may not help him in his cause.

[ SATSUKI KIRYUIN ]

PRESIDENT OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL

The words that came out from the boy's mouth might bite his ass one day as he looks onto the picture of the President of The Student Council he got from the school magazine he got along with the letter.

"She really has big eyebrows..."

He stuffed the letter in his bag and look towards the gargantuan academy that stood atop this artificial Island. He can't help but think, why would someone build an academy like this? Mirai was lost in his thoughts.


A girl, with mid-length black hair, and a red bang walked past the boy while holding what seems to be a lemon. She also had a guitar case slung on her back. Mirai thought to himself. "Hey, a guitarist. This place might not be that shabby."

However, what she did next took him off guard for some reason. She then proceeds to take the lemon to her mouth...

and eat it with the skin on.

...

"...who does that?"

He thought to himself yet again. This time with a sweatdrop on tow.

Before he could continue to dwell on his thoughts, a kid bumped into him. "Sorry, sir." with that, he had sped off.

He tried to shout something to him like "be careful next time" but there was an off feeling about his back pocket. He reached out to it but could only feel nothing at all.

His wallet was gone.

The little shit took it.

If Kazuma was here, he would definitely consider this and that lemon girl...

a bruh moment.

With a new resolution on the spur of the moment, he then proceeds to run after the kid to exact justice on this crime spree slums.

Just as he's about to turn into a corner, he heard someone's voice. A girl's voice, to be exact.


"Stealing half eating lemons from people, huh? Nice manners kid," she said to the kid. "Are you that desperate to swap spit with chicks?" It was the lemon girl back there. How did she beat him to the kid? Probably his bag, weighing him down. The boy then decided to watch this from a fence with his nose barely touching the tip of the fence.

Curse these small legs.

"Don't get all cute with me, bitch! I get way more action than you." he barked back to her.

"Good, then you can die without any regrets." she snarked back at him. "Oof." the blue boy thought, watching this blow from afar.

"Ha, I was just gonna say that to you. Come on out guys!" the kid commanded and then a bunch of kids jumped out of nowhere with some sort of steel pole, a chain with a sickle and...

IS THAT A CHAINSAW!? WHO LEAVES DANGEROUS ITEMS TO SOME KINDERGARTENERS!?

...then again, this was the slums. So anything can happen.

"Do you even know who you're dissing? Me, lightning-speed Mataro, that's who. And this is Honnou town blind alley, my turf." The kid, Mataro threaten the girl, full of bravado as he and his goons "cornered" her. However, She just stood there... menacingly.

"This place is a dead-end for losers, hoes, thugs and scumbags. So if ya wanna leave and go home in one piece, leave your wallet and scram!" the kid stated about this shithole. Yeesh. Talk about poor living standards.

"Come on, what's with this anachronistic street punk routine? I thought this town was strange?" she spoke to the kids, meanwhile our residential blue-haired turtleneck wearer was looking at her like she had two faces. She ate a lemon without peeling it or something and she called this town weird? The audacity, he mused to himself.

Why did he care about this? No one knows why...

"But the way I see it, the people here are nuts, too. Alright, then. It's my policy to see it through when someone picks a fight."

"Come at me." she declared to them.

Usually, fights like these cause Mirai here to go away, especially if it's about a grown teen beating the shit out of small children. But like a magnet this girl is becoming, he was mysteriously attracted to see what happens next.

"Get her!" Mataro gave out a war cry to signal his goons to attack.

And what happened next was anti-climatic. Lemon girl here won, obviously, but she just punch them once in the stomach of those kids while they jumped at her and they all go down like ragdolls, not even initiating a hit or anything.

With a bored expression and his hand resting on his face, Mirai just looks dumbly at the lemon girl while half his body was dangling on the tall fence as she proceeds to be surprised at the sudden change of demeanour Mataro and his goons adopted after losing horribly.

"Please excuse us!" they grovelled in fear by the sheer strength this girl had put up with.

"What the hell." the girl was taken aback by their sudden grovelling.

"We're really weak against stronger people. That's our strong suit." Mataro explained to her about his sudden change in obedience.

Typical simp energy.

"I guess I can't beat up people who are bowing and scraping now, can I? I'll let it slide just this once." She said to them with a bemused smirk as she started to walk away

As she was away from them, they gave off a sigh of relief.

"At least I got this wallet from that airhead blue idio- WAGHH!?" as Mataro muttered to himself, lamenting that his efforts were not a total bust, it all shattered when he saw the blue-haired airhead he pickpocketed recently was watching him with a look that can be described as the "you're dead meat, son" look from the fence.

The red banged girl turned around to see what's with the ruckus and she was surprised to see two sets of green, dead fish eyes with dark blue unkempt hair from a fence beside her, looking at Mataro. If she didn't know any better, she thought it was some kind of troll, looking at its daily prey.

Said troll proceed to jump over the fence and began to walk towards Mataro with a smile that promises pain.

"Thought you could run my wallet, you little rascal? I think not." bluey here said to the kid with seething teeth grinding.

"So, I'm not the only one the little shit had crossed off, huh? This ought to be something." she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, watching the transpiring events taking off with interest.

Then, things got really interesting.

"Look, uhh mister... maybe we could talk this ou- wait wha-BLEUGHHHH!" before bluey here can get to the kid, a school bag, flying possibly at Mach-speed had hit the poor guy behind his head. However, the bag continues its velocity towards Mataro and decking him to the face, leaving bluey there faceplanted on the ground squirming in pain while holding his .. steaming head? The contents of his bag spilt everywhere on the floor.

"HEY!" Suddenly, a girl with a bowl cut tackled him to the ground and proceed to give him the armbar hold while yammering about something.

"Quit shaking people down in the crack of dawn again, I see!" she yelled at the runt.

"Aw crap, it's big sis!"

Then, she proceeded to give his little brother a Full Nelson hold much to his chagrin. His goons and the red banged girl can look at them with bewilderment expressions while our blue-haired friend finally stops squirming and accepted his sweet release from life...

Nah he just lays down there cause squirming makes it more painful, now he realised it.

"You can't get away. How many times do I have to tell you to stop mugging people like that blue fellow over there and get your butt to school?!" She then put him on a leg hold. Mataro was tapping the ground, the universal sign of giving up.

"I'm sorry, okay? Ow, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!" Mataro finally gives in as he begs her big sister to stop making this a WWE match.

The moment she released her hold, he along his goons scurried off to god knows where while yelling back at her "Dumbass,

I ain't got time for compulsory education. No way, bitch!"

"That little jerk!" the bowl cut girl exclaimed. After that, she turns towards the red banged girl with an apologetic look.

Completely forgetting bluey here on the ground.

"Ah, I'm sorry, are you ok?"

The guitar case girl could only blink dumbly at her sudden change and said with a slightly nervous tone.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good. It's that guy you should be saying sorry to-" before she could point her finger at our seemingly dead friend, the bowl cut girl suddenly jumped in shock while giving out a panicked yelp, surprising both the red banged girl and blue-haired boy, him by jolting in surprise on her outburst.

"Oh no, I'm late, I'm late!" she explained her outburst while running after the tram to let her on. "Please, let me on, let me on."

"Yippee, I'm on." She was on the tram.

As the red banged girl could only stare at her bizarre attitude, she turns to the sky?

"What is the deal with everyone in this town?" she asked, seemingly to no one.

"Ugh, tell me about it."

She then turns her head to look at the blue-haired boy, as he now was sitting on the ground as dusted himself off with a severe nosebleed. He picked up the books on the ground near him while angrily muttering about something she can't hear. "Probably about that weird girl that threw her bag just now." she thought to herself.

She noticed a wallet on the ground and picked it up.

It was empty.

Probably bluey's one. The thieving brat must have dropped it after swiping his money. She then proceeds to walk towards the blue nosebleed mess

"Hey, think this is yours." She handed him the wallet. He took it and look inside it. Then proceeded to frown more and give a frustrated sigh.

"Bad day huh?

"Yep," he responded, with the p popping. "I could really use a band-aid right now," he muttered to himself. She noticed this and took out a handkerchief she had in her pocket.

"Here." she handed him.

"Thanks, uh..." bluey droned on, seemingly embarrassed on his predicament, wiping the blood away on his nose with a... shaky hand? Is he nervous or something? Man, this guy is hopeless. Well, at least he's the only normal one here in this town. Better than people who try to pick a bone with you for no reason, she supposes so...

"Ryuko."

"...Hmm?"

"My name's Ryuko, Ryuko Matoi."

She said as she lends him her hand to help him get up.

[ RYUKO MATOI ]

[ SECOND-YEAR TRANSFER STUDENT ]

"What's yours?" she inquired him.

"...Mirai. Mirai Takiyo."

"Thanks for the handkerchief, Matoi-san." he accepted her hand with a small smile adorned his face.

[ MIRAI TAKIYO ]

ALSO

[ SECOND-YEAR TRANSFER STUDENT ]

This friendship was the start of something grand, something...

AMBIGUOUS

Prologue: Complete


Author's note: So this is the first fanfiction I have written. To be honest, I was debating myself to put this story on or not because of my commitment and I've decided to fuck it, let's do it.

Elements of Gurren Lagann plays a major role in this fanfiction but the cast is completely different from the anime. It will mainly be original characters but there are some certain faces that will join this fanfic.

Think of it as one of those parallel works or alternate dimensions stories. But importantly, the story will mostly revolve around the Kill la Kill storyline. For now, at least.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first prologue of this fanfic. Means a lot to me if you follow and favourite this. Possibly share to other Kill la Kill fans if you could. Really gives me the motivation to continue on.

Important disclaimer: I do not own Kill la Kill or some Gurren Lagann elements in this story. They're own by Studio Trigger and Gainax respectively.

Some OC' though are mine completely.

With that, see you in the next chapter!