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A small change has been made to chapter 4.
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There was a dull thud as his head hit his desk. Like everyone in the police station, he knew when a new vigilante appeared. Most of the time they were caught within a few weeks. So this ensured that it rarely crossed someone important's desk. How he had become part of that list he didn't know. Naomasa had brought in quite a few low-ranking vigilantes. Only a few had escaped him in the long term.
Then again it might not be because of his record. Recently he had an uptick in working with the Daylight heroes. Don't get him wrong he loved his job but some of those new heroes were wearing thin on him. They didn't respect him or what the police did. On the other side of the coin was the Underground Heroes. They had more respect for the police and more often than not would work together.
When it came to vigilantes it was usually the Underground that went after them. Eraserhead or Kage were the best to send after them. Eraserhead could cancel their quirk. Kage had a Shadow Manipulation quirk. Both had their own fighting styles that had been perfected over their careers. Experience that vigilantes just didn't have.
This vigilante however was different from the usual. He didn't use an obvious quirk that they could identify. Most of his clothes were dark and not very flashy. The only real identifying feature was the armband with a red eye-like symbol on it. No amount of searching had turned up anything on the symbol. As far as he could tell it didn't exist before the vigilante arrived on the scene.
Whoever they were chasing was infinitely more frustrating than Crawler ever had been. Vigilantes were the bane of his existence. They never wanted to do things the easy way.
Currently, they didn't even have a name for this one yet. There wasn't enough information to give him one and he hadn't stuck around to those he helped. So far they had just stuck to calling him the vigilante. He had been on the streets for three months. Only now did they bring him in. Something that they should have done when they first came out. But that was life for him.
The ringing of his phone caught his attention. Groaning he answered, "Tsukauchi."
"Detective," came Eraserhead's familiar drawl, "The vigilante has been spotted heading just past the old middle school in Southside."
Naomasa groaned as he stood and said, "On my way."
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His gear was flickering from his position on the rooftop. He was at the very edge of where his quirk would reach at its current capabilities. The strain he felt was making it difficult to keep a hold on his quirk. However, they needed to know what was going on here.
They all had received an alert that XANA was up to something. A tower had been activated but they didn't know what it was doing. After some digging in the journals, Izuku learned that occasionally XANA would only exert a small influence over something. Or someone.
According to Jeremie, the best thing was for them to deactivate the Tower. If something particularly bad or dangerous happened using the Back to the Past program would reverse it. This only worked however as long as no one died. If it came down to it they could use the program without deactivating the Tower but the influence would still be there.
That might have been okay 200 years ago when quirks were still new but it wouldn't work now. If XANA influenced the wrong person then hundreds of civilians' lives would be at stake. As a vigilante, he had the duty to prevent that from happening. Which was why he was he was here awaiting the confirmation.
The comm in his ear came to life suddenly, "Izuku we have confirmation. The one that XANA is influencing is in the school. From what the computer can pinpoint they are on the third floor east side."
Pressing his hand against his ear Izuku said, "Copy that. Network out."
Izuku refused to use his real name when he was out on patrol. There was no telling who might be around him that he couldn't see. If he had to call out a name for the other person it would also be their callsign. For the exact same reason.
Carefully he dropped down onto the streets and made his way towards the school. The feeling of being watched overcame him. For the moment he ignored it, he was in his vigilante gear. For the most part, he should be ignored unless it was an enemy. He didn't feel ill intentions but he knew that didn't mean anything. A hero wouldn't have any ill intentions and still try to catch him.
As he stepped onto the property his quirk frizzled out causing him to swear violently under his breath. He was without his best weapons and left with only his backup weapons. Well, he was in trouble if things went sideways.
Still, he didn't hesitate to enter the building. He listened trying to discern if there was a person in the building. There was no sound to indicate anyone living was in the building.
Slowly but surely he made his way towards the indicated area. The closer he got the hotter the air became. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. What was XANA up to?
On the third floor, he heard the entrance door open and two pairs of footsteps enter the building. Neither were familiar and if he had to guess someone had seen his break-in. Time to move faster.
Quickly but quietly he began searching rooms. Room by room even as the footsteps came closer he searched. It wasn't until he reached the far eastern side of the third floor did he find it. In the old room, there was a single computer.
Pressing his hand to his comm he said, "Network here I found the target. It's an infected computer. Possible infected persons are heading my way. Have the program ready for use. On my mark."
"Rogers that, Network. Program ready to use. On your mark."
Izuku went to the computer pulling up System. He could feel the connection between it and Lyoko. However, he could not solidify the connection. The angry program lashed out at him. It wanted free to take over their world. Izuku pushed back with a mighty absolutely not. This was their world. XANA had abandoned it over 200 years ago.
Then there was the sudden feeling of loss as if something had been stolen from him. It causes him to bite his lip and the metallic taste of blood entered his mouth. In the strangeness of the feeling, it took him a moment to realize what it was. His quirk was gone. What the fuck?
When he looked up red eyes stared at him from a halo of floating hair. Mentally he swore. There was no mistaking that particular person. Eraserhead. Had they really sent a fucking underground hero after him? What the fuck?
Raising his hand back to his ear he shouted as another figure lunged, "Mirror now!"
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Currently, they didn't even have a name for this one yet. There wasn't enough information to give him one and he hadn't stuck around to those he helped. So far they had just stuck to calling him the vigilante. He had been on the streets for three months. Only now did they bring him in. Something that they should have done when they first came out. But that was life for him.
Why did he suddenly feel as if he was having Deja Vu? Odd. Glancing at the time he decided enough was enough for one night. If their vigilante didn't cause trouble by now he wasn't coming out tonight.