CHAOS

The Hero Killer Stain bore a painful grimace as he pulled his serrated katana from the hero's gut. The motion and the strain on something tightening in his chest was the first indication that something was wrong. It hurt to move too much.

Making this scenario he found himself in so much more difficult.

In a back alley near the Kamino Ward the Hero Killer managed to track down the pretender Roll Out, the wheel hero. His quirk was a simple one that allowed him to transform any of his limbs into rubber tires giving him quite the edge in mobility.

The initial scuffle with the pro hadn't lasted too long before the rest of his hero team, the Heroic Racer's arrived on the scene. Roll Out had managed to land a couple hits on Stain. With each connected blow from a heavy spinning tire going over thirty miles an hour. The Hero Killer was surprised he was still standing. He was also surprised that Roll Out was still going strong even with one slashed tire.

No longer having any use for a deflated limb, Roll Out transformed the damaged rubber into a broken hand. The fingers were splayed in awkward angles and it looked like he couldn't move a single digit. Roll Out gasped in a pained surprise. Must be a first?

He was now flanked by several pretenders. Or well he was facing several pretenders. The one which had attempted said flanking was now laying in a growing spot of his own blood. He had a quirk that had allowed him to sneak right up on the Hero Killer. Unfortunately for the pretender, the Hero Killer had honed impressive reflexes that could rival any fake. The evidence of this boasting was in the body growing cold beneath him.

The Hero Killer was unfamiliar with the tall narrow-waisted blonde female dressed in black and yellow. Her black eyes leered over Stain like he was just that, a disgusting stain on her short dress.

Roll Out stood in front of her grabbing at his broken hand in abhorrent shock. The Hero Killer cracked a sickening grin at the sight of it. If that's all this pretenders pain tolerance would allow… he was about to have a terrible night.

To the right of Roll Out and maybe a couple meters behind him was a fake the Hero Killer was familiar with. Hover Girl. Clad in a skin tight white suit that clung to her every curve. Most heroes would hate to wear white in a grimy place like this. But she had no qualms. She hovered. It was her quirk no matter her stance, how unbalanced she was. She would always hover at least two feet off of the ground.

Hover Girl was posed like a surfer riding an invisible wave. The glare she was sending the Hero Killer's way was a little unnerving as well as deserving. She was the leader of the Heroic Racer's hero team. And he had just bodied one of her men.

It was of no consequence however. Even with the damage he had already sustained in his little row with Roll Out, the Hero Killer was still more than a match for this little gathering of pretenders.

Finally the blonde opened her mouth. "I'm going to make you pay for that, scum."

Stain chortled. "Scum? The only scum I see here are the scummy pretenders trying to play 'hero'."

She took a step forward.

Hover Girl's voice was clipped. "Do not break formation, Black Wasp." Hover Girl's eyes never left Stain's own. "If we want to avenge Shun, and bring the Hero Killer to justice. We need to do this together. Not on our own."

Roll Out apparently had something to add. "Leader, that son of a bitch cut me. I can't feel my finger's. He slashed my right wheel… nobody had ever popped one of my tires." For as big as he was, Roll Out looked frightened. Good.

"Calm yourselves," Hover Girl intoned. "Do not panic. We'll take him down with a rising dragon combination."

Roll Out looked from his broken hand, to Stain, and finally to his leader. The look he was giving could not have been misconstrued as anything else. It was horror. "Are you sure?"

"We don't have a choice," Hover Girl grit out. "Its either that or we make a strategic retreat. And even if we were to make a run for back up, some of us wouldn't make it."

"You want us to run?" Black Wasp was furious. "What happened to all of the talk of yours at that conference last week?"

The Hero Killer remembered watching that Conference. It was Roll Out's own words that had drawn out the target on his back. Stain just couldn't resist. After everything Roll Out had said and done. The hypocrite had to die.

And if his team of fakes wanted to die alongside him, then so be it.

"I-I," Roll Out was stammering. His legs were shaking. He was so full of himself when he had tested himself against Stain only minutes ago. Until he was tested inferior. Roll Out could hit hard. But that was only a problem if he could land a hit. The Hero Killer had managed to dodge most of the would be devastating blows. Roll Out was fast. But Stain was faster.

Black Wasp took a daringly over confident step forward in her stinger like high heels. Something flashed from behind her. Now stretching out horizontally were two pairs of wings. The first set is larger than the other. Then they began to buzz. The wings were moving too quickly for Stain to track. And slowly the Black Wasp rose into the air.

So this is what he was up against. A cowardly man that was not only built like a truck but could hit like a truck. A calculating leader weighing herself in the back of the group judging when to best strike. Stain had seen her in action. The fake might be small but she too could land a heavy hit after building up some momentum. Not to mention speed. She could have been well rounded in all regards of combat if it wasn't for her smaller than average build. She would go down easy. And finally the Black Wasp. Her quirk, Stain realized. Gave her Wasp like wings as well as wasp like eyes.

Stain couldn't care less for insects and had never been particularly interested in studying them. So understanding that the fake could at least fly was the deepest his understanding went. The pretender wore deadly heels that could land devastating kicks if a single one landed.

This whole team was comprised of heavy hitters. And why not? They were just a bunch of fakes who only cared about power and glory. No need to actually be heroic and save people. No need give false promises.

Stain glared at Roll Out. "Is this what it means to be a hero nowadays? Pathetic." The Hero Killer was snarling. "Not a single one of you is any better than the other. Nor the rest of the fakes. Whether you want to run or fight it makes no difference as to your character. Each of you were inherently flawed when you dawned those capes just as you are flawed now. You can call yourselves brave and you can call yourselves cowards but at the end of the day all of you are just pretending to be heroes. Leading these false delusions towards society, pampering them like spoiled children in need of further spoils. Its rotten. And you are the core. You must be purged!"

Stain kept forward. He couldn't stand around and let them prepare any longer. Now that he had a rough idea of each foes potential as a threat he had to act.

Roll Out let loose a cry from his lips as he swung his good tire at Stain's head.

The Hero Killer Stain broke low and into a roll, slashing at Roll Out's ankle with a knife. The short blade cut a thin red line across the skin.

Roll Out cried once more. Quickly transforming both of his feet into tires. He was spinning, lifting his right foot enough to make contact with Stain's face once the turnaround was complete.

Stain had what he needed. There was no need to engage this fool any longer. Diving again to the side and making a backflip to maximize distance. Stain narrowly missed the flying black and yellow heel with a dagger like edge.

The Black Wasp continued on her path and soared back up and into the sky after her miss. Readying herself for another try. That one was going to be a problem.

The physical attack that Stain failed to miss was the soaring punch to his gut from Hover Girl. The impact winded him, sending him back against the hard brick wall. Stain had to move because Hover Girl was following up on her hit.

She glided along the cold ground without ever making contact and in one swift motion she twirled her body upside down producing enough momentum to not only avoid the Hero Killer's slashing katana but she also managed to land a solid kick to the underside of his jaw.

It was a miracle Stain hadn't bloodied his own tongue. The forces knocked his head backwards. The impact was jarring. His ears were ringing and he felt the dark recesses of sleep calling to him. He bit his lip and kicked Hover Girl right in the ribs with his steel toed boot.

She screamed as the force along with her mobile quirk carried her across the alley and into the other wall. Either the brick cracked. Or Hover Girl did. Either way, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head.

Two down. Two to go.

The outraged cry from above was all the indicator Stain had to dodge before a spiked heel planted itself into the alley wall. Brick crunched and exploded into shards of red rock.

Stain might have been able to hear the cry of pain that Black Wasp made upon impact. But the ringing was still there. And he failed to pick up on the sound of spinning rubber. A heavy blow took him from the side. The tire was still spinning. Stain's clothes ripped and tore and his skin burned.

After barreling away and recovering from the wound. Stain didn't press the attack. Instead he watched his prey cruelly as he brought the bloody knife to his lips.

Whatever cowardice that had taken hold over Roll Out was long gone. Replaced by anger. He was now helping his teammate out of the wall. Watching Stain with a death glare. How ironic.

"You have some nerve, calling us scum!" Roll Out bellowed while trying to steady a now wobbling Black Wasp.

Black Wasp had made to sting and missed. She was pained but not out. The determination that settled over her angry features told Stain that she wouldn't stop. Not even if he broke every bone in her body. She wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

And the Hero Killer Stain knew just who was going to end up dead.

Stain bent low into a crouching form. He could feel the warm blood from the knife pressed against his lips. It wasn't time yet. Not yet.

Black Wasp began to fly back into the air once more and Roll Out reared his tires. They were going to attack simultaneously. He couldn't dodge both of them and he couldn't take both of them. It was a solid strategy for the brutes of the team to come up with.

But it was one that their leader would have warned against if she had still been conscious. More's the pity.

They charged.

Stain's tongue slithered out from between his lips and took in all the red along the blade.

The reaction was near instant. Roll Out's eyes went wide. His body in motion suddenly was no longer in motion. He was falling, tumbling to the ground in a state of paralysis.

It was the Hero Killer Stain's quirk. Blood Curdle. Any blood sample he could ingest quickly with use of his tongue can bring about a frozen state to whoever's blood Stain had taken in. The paralysis time was various depending on blood type.

Black Wasp had already been in motion coming at Stain with a powerful high kick. Stain moved on his feet. He jumped forward to the Black Wasp's surprise the two were going to meet in the air.

Stain swung his katana. It ran from heel to hip. The Black Wasp screamed bloody murder as she flew past Stain, hitting the cold ground in a very uncoordinated landing attempt. She was rolling, trying to stop the bleeding. It didn't matter.

Stain's tongue ran across his bloodied katana.

Black Wasp figure came to a stop.

Stain was quick and beheaded the Black Wasp in one stroke. Her pretty little blonde head rolled towards her teammate. Blood from the hypocrite flowed into the darkness.

The anger had left Roll Out and the fear had returned. He cried for the death of his teammates and cried for whatever reason the Hero Killer could imagine.

Walking over towards the downed fake. The Hero Killer gave the severed head a kick. Steel toed boot met pretty face and caved it in, sending it bouncing deeper into the alley.

Roll Out cried profusely. Begged. And pleaded for his life. Absolutely pathetic. This is what heroes have become? Disgusting!

Stain dug his katana into Roll Out's shoulder.

The fake cried.

Stain proceeded to make multiple stabs throughout Roll Out's body. Blood was quickly pooling around the soon to be corpse.

The fake kept crying.

The Hero Killer's voice was choked with malice. "You are scum. And it is my personal duty to purify this corrupt system that scum like you have made. I won't stop until I have killed all who call themselves hero. All Might was the only one worthy of that title. It's a shame he's no longer around. But what can you do?"

The fake cried some more. The tears running down his face were soon joined by blood from his lips.

Sirens were calling in the distance. Obviously someone had heard the commotion and called it in. Such dutiful social servants. It was almost enough to give Stain hope in this doomed society. But it wasn't enough. He had a job, a duty to fulfil.

Stain frowned down at his work. The police would be here soon and with them paramedics. If they had a healing quirk on hand then Roll Out would survive. That simply wouldn't do.

The Hero Killer made sure that whatever the authorities found at the crime scene. Nothing was still living.

Atsushi was placed down against the base of the counter alongside Tanaka. Both were bound in metal restraints. The two childhood best friends shared a glare towards the one who had ended their little Mustafu Allied Bank of Trust expedition.

He was a massive figure that had towered over most of them. Composed with enough muscle that even without his quirk active he could still man handle each of them. His costume was tight like every other damned hero's spandex. Showing off just how much muscle the tower was build of.

And already the man had people swarming him. The same people Atsushi and Tanaka had just told, "get down on the ground now and don't give an inch! We see any squirming and this nice white tiled floor will be repainted in red! Are we understood?" Of course they wouldn't have actually killed anyone? Right? Atsushi didn't have the stomach for it and Tanaka… well perhaps Tanaka was another story.

It was just their luck that he had been right outside the bank at the time of the attempted robbery.

Fate was a fickle one.

At first they had assumed that their lucky break was today. Just after the news exploded with the reveal of All Might's murder, Atsushi and Tanaka had decided to take this opportunity to strike it rich.

They had put on black masks, pulled a pair of handguns on the clerk's, even fired off a warning shot at the roof, all in front of Endeavor.

The Pro Hero was wreathed in flame and had been pissed when he stormed through the front door.

He hadn't even cared that the duo were pointing lethal weapons fully capable of shredding him into the next life. He just kept walking until he had stopped right in front of Atsushi.

Atsushi really didn't want to kill anyone. Not even a Pro Hero like Endeavor. He wasn't stupid. Murder was a heavy sentence if ever caught with it. And the death of the number two? Hero would carry consequences.

He'd be labeled as a villain on par with the freak who had managed to kill All Might. Which was surprisingly easy according to the footage released by Shoowaysha Publishing. He had just crumbled under some low life's quirk. Just like that the Symbol of Peace was six feet under.

And Endeavor could be killed just as easily as a bullet to the heart, Atsushi knew.

But he wasn't stupid, hell he had just made a promotion at his nightly gas station gig. Nor was he crazy he was just desperate, bills were getting longer. This had just been a gamble. He wasn't crazy not like that Villain, Tomura Shigaraki.

That pathetic, groveling form in the video had killed All Might. All Might! All Might had been unstoppable, unbeatable, hell invincible!

Atsushi wasn't a villain and he certainly didn't have the power to back up any claims. There was no way in hell he wanted to be perceived as a threat or a rival to Tomura Shigaraki. Nope. No way was it a competition to see who could kill the most number one heroes.

And that was another thing.

Atsushi had no idea if since All Might was dead. Did that make Endeavor number one?

"If it isn't the number two hero," Tanaka remarked, leveling his handgun to the Pro Hero's very flammable and very on fire form.

Atsushi opened his mouth before he could think. "Number one, I think."

Endeavor did not like being called number one despite being in a very public competition with All Might for the title for the past twenty or so years. Atsushi guessed that Endeavor was a sore winner. Weird…

Suddenly it was very hot. Atsushi yelped as his own gun started to burn his own hand. He dropped the weapon and backed away from the burning man. Was it just him or was the fire even darker, more intense.

Seeing his partner lower his weapon, Tanaka lowered his own.

Endeavor was quick to apply the red hot hand cuffs. Seriously, they burned their wrists.

Endeavor didn't care. He was far too busy growling to the clerk's and the customers saying, "everything was fine and to carry on."

Then he tossed the duo to the ground by the counter and began to dial the police.

Atsushi would admit that if he had been a couple years younger fresh out of highschool he would have been gushing to have Endeavor arresting him.

Endeavor was a strange one in regards to the pro heroes. The way he talked down to the reporters in every single interview. The rough way in which he subdued his opponents. And not to mention the manner in which he addresses fans. Endeavor rarely signed anything. Hell he was more likely to burn your collectible one in five hundred early years Endeavor figurine because that's just how Endeavor was. And people loved it. Of course they loved it, Endeavor wouldn't be the number two… one hero otherwise? If he was the new number one did that make him the new Symbol of Peace like All Might?

No.

If anything Endeavor was a new symbol. A Symbol of Justice. Because that was all the angry hero had ever cared about. His job and his duty. Endeavor had a perfect win and arrest rate that was unrivaled. People could say whatever they wanted but they couldn't say that Endeavor wasn't a good hero. He was one of the best. Now the best by default.

"This is Endeavor speaking. There was an armed robbery Mustafu Allied Bank of Trust." The Pro Hero seemed to regard Atsushi and Tanaka for a heartbeat. "No not villains. Just two young criminal fools."

Tanaka's scowl had grown even more prominent the longer this went on. Atsushi knew his fellow nightly cashier held a certain disdain towards Endeavor. Though he never understood why? Although just as Endeavor had a fanbase. The same could be said that his attitude had adopted himself a hate base as well.

"A single shot fired. Minimal damage to the structure. No, no one has been injured." He turned to regard the group of people growing around him. Each of them with bright and thankful eyes. "Just frightened, I sincerely doubt that these two imbeciles have ever held a gun before today."

"My father was a police officer," Tanaka had growled next to Atsushi. "He taught me how to carry. I knew what I was doing."

Endeavor turned away from the crowd to leer down at Tanaka. "Then your father would be ashamed of your actions today."

"My father was killed!" Tanaka all but shouted. There was something there. Something that was making Atsushi a little more than worried. There was no disguise for the hatred Tanaka held for Endeavor. But was that hatred for just Endeavor or all Pro Heroes?

Endeavor leaned back into his phone. The flames around his head dimming so as to not melt the device. "No immediate backup necessary. Just send a car to pick up this pair of fools."

Atsushi was growing more and more uncomfortable. The handcuffs that Endeavor had bound him with were no longer hot. But the way the metal rubbed raw against his burned skin beneath hurt like a bitch.

Endeavor was done with his call, having shoved his phone away into his pocket. The flames around his head roared to life once more. "The police will be here any minute to take away the criminal scum!" He declared.

There were many cheers from the little crowd surrounding Endeavor. Many wanted an autograph. Some wanted pictures. Atsushi wanted some burn cream. His skin was surely going to blister after this.

Tanaka was stirring besides him. His arms kept fidgeting as he fought against his restraints. No one was watching them anymore. Endeavor had rendered the two dangerous criminals useless by disarming and cuffing them. Now all attention was on Endeavor.

Atsushi couldn't help but wonder how much working out he would have to do to ever attain a back like Endeavor's… perhaps prison wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't have to worry about his rent anymore. And he would have enough time in the day to workout his body. Maybe this was a good thing?

Tanaka let out a sharp hiss. Undoubtedly all that moving around was causing his now blistering skin to peel and tear. It was probably more than a little painful.

"Hey," Atsushi whispered, leaning close enough for Tanaka to hear and not the Pro Hero who was standing with his back to them only a couple steps away. "Stop that. You are only hurting yourself, Tanaka!"

Tanaka turned a sharp glare his way before continuing in his vain attempt at escaping. "Of course I'm hurting myself idiot," he snapped. "How else am I supposed to get out of this mess!"

"There is no getting out of this mess!" Atsushi hissed at his friend. "Even if you could get free, you would still have to deal with him," Atsushi nodded towards Endeavor. "What then?"

Tanaka rolled his shoulders a couple times. His breathing was quicker. Sweat dripped from his brow. "I'll kill him."

Atsushi blanched. Kill Endeavor? Tanaka? No way, impossible. Not in a couple years of prison yard training and not in a thousand. Tanaka didn't even have a quirk. He was no Tomura Shigaraki.

"What?" Atsushi breathed.

Tanaka shifted his elbows a bit. "I said I'll do him in."

Atsushi glimpsed over at the powerhouse that literally breathed fire before giving Tanaka one of those looks. One of those looks that conveyed exactly what Atsushi thought about his friend's plan. It was mad.

Tanaka paid him little mind though. Continuing to struggle.

"You are not serious are you?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Tanaka asked sounding genuinely confused. "He is standing right there with his back turned to us. You dropped your gun right here…"

Atsushi remembered the gun that he had bought from that shady dealer. He had to sell several things for that little investment. He also remembered how Endeavor had warped the barrel and maybe more.

"The gun he fried, right?" Atsushi asked for confirmation.

His friend confirmed it with a nod. "Prick won't see it coming. It would have been ideal to have used my… his gun."

Ideal? What was ideal about any of this? This little robbery had gone belly up! Endeavor had just walked right in as if this was just one of his patrols… he was in costume. He was on patrol then right? But Tanaka had said he knew Endeavor's patrols. He knew the routes…

"Tanaka," Atsushi was tired. "What would have been ideal?"

"To put a bullet in him with my father's gun."

Atsushi had began to pull himself away from his friend.

Tanaka wanted to end the now number one hero? Was it to one up Shigaraki? To be a rival villain? For fame? He said he knew Endeavor's routes. He said he wouldn't be at the bank for another couple hours. That it would be an easy job. But then, Tanaka wanted this to happen right? No, if he wanted Endeavor dead why did he surrender? Why didn't he just shoot him when he walked through the front door? Atsushi didn't know if he wanted to slam his own head into the counter or Tanaka's.

Tanaka had trucked him. Used him.

Although, if Tanaka's assassination attempt was successful they could still get away with a decent amount of cash…

Damn it all! This was so crazy! Atsushi wanted to vomit. Just what had he gotten himself into?

Tanaka was moving.

Atsushi blinked. And he was being held with a melted gun to his head.

"Endeavor!" Tanaka shouted from right next to Atsushi's ear. Damn moron, that hurt.

Atsushi noticed how raw and bloody Tanaka's arm was. He hoped it had been worth it. The prick!

Endeavor turned around just as the crowd began to gasp in alarm.

"I have a hostage! If you take one step I'll pull this trigger!" Tanaka barked loudly.

Endeavor sneered. "As if you would kill your own buddy. All you have done with this little theater trick is add resisting arrest to your list of charges."

Tanaka was snarling. "This is no buddy of mine. Just some idiot I picked up at a gas station! I just needed an extra gun just in case!"

Endeavor was waving for the crowd to get away from him. There was no reluctance as each of them hurried back and away from the flaming hero.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long now!" Tanaka shouted again.

"Tanaka," Atsushi grunted. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"My father," Tanaka replied.

Atsushi didn't know what to do with that. Tanaka had completely lost his marbles.

"My father, Tanaka Yoshi! He was there at the attack on the Katsu River Diner! He was still inside when you burned the place to the ground. My father! You killed him!"

Endeavor rolled his eyes. "Boy there was no one inside that Diner. I made sure of that myself. Whoever's that villain killed during his assault was none of my concern and certainly isn't on my hands."

"This here!" Tanaka shouted. Atsushi was going to be dead of hearing come the end of this show. Or dead from his friend gone crazy. This situation was getting beyond out of hand. "This is your number one hero! This is the man that's sworn to protect you all! Do you even hear his words? He doesn't care about any of you!"

Endeavor didn't deny it. Instead he took a step forward. Obviously done with this entire fiasco.

Tanaka pulled Atsushi closer. Pressed the gun harder against his skull. That hurt.

"Not another step closer!" Tanaka was panicking.

Atsushi was too.

Endeavor examined the gun from a distance and laughed. "Does that thing even shoot? I have seen my fair share of melted weapons. Looks to me like you'll only hurt yourself if that hammer still works."

Tanaka pushed Atsushi along with him as they took a couple steps back. Towards where Endeavor had apprehended Tanaka initially. To where the gun had been dropped.

Endeavor seemed to realize this and was moving quickly.

Tanaka shoved Atsushi hard into Endeavor. The flames were hot.

Endeavor was quick to pull Atsushi off of him and threw him to the floor.

"That brat Shigaraki should have killed you! Not All Might! If All Might had been there! He would have saved my father, not burn him alive!" Tanaka was raging. Now with a gun in his hands. His father's gun if he was to be believed. "You are no hero! You are a glorified killer with a body count higher than any of the real heroes! And it stops today!"

Atsushi watched as Tanaka leveled the gun with Endeavor's head.

Everything happened so fast.

There was a flash.

There was a bang.

And Endeavor stood there, stiff as a board. A look of horror across his face. The emotion was short lived replaced with something more familiar to both Atsushi and Endeavor. Anger. Hatred. The look in Endeavor's eyes as he glared at Tanaka was nothing short of absolute disgust.

Or at least what was left of Tanaka.

The bank carried a terrible stench now. One that finally made Atsushi vomit. Atsushi vomited once more after trying to look at the charred corpse.

This time after dealing with the criminals. No crowd came to surround their hero.

A massive hand gripped Atsushi by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "Your ride is here," Endeavor said while pointing towards the two very frightened officers at the bank's entrance. "I wouldn't try anything, not unless you want to end up like your buddy over there."

Atsushi gulped.

Captain of the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul sat in his private office watching the live news coverage of the Symbol Of Peace's tragic demise.

The world was in chaos. Street trash everywhere was flooding the streets. Petty crime rates were soaring through the roof. Theft, robbery, and assaults were happening everywhere in the entire world as a reaction to All Might's death.

All Might may have been a hero in Japan. But he had his roots in North America too. He wasn't just the strongest hero in Japan. He had been the strongest hero in the world. A pillar of support for everyone everywhere to look to for hope and peace.

That pillar had been smashed by this, Tomura Shigaraki figure. Just some more common street trash. It was a shock to say the least. The shock hadn't lasted however. And villains everywhere rose to the bait. In their eyes, there was a power vacuum.

Without the world's Symbol of Peace, fear would run rampant through the civilian mind. All Might had left a hole. A hole every villain wanted to fill. Every street trash villain.

It was sick just like them. And Overhaul hated it just like he hated them. They were all disease that lacked a cure. In due time he supposed he would have that cure perfected for them.

Once Overhaul reigned in this little horned brat he could finally restore the Shie Hassaikai to its former glory. They would rule the market with this ultimate cure that everyone would be reaching for.

Everything Overhaul had sacrificed. Everything he was still sacrificing, his morals, his humanity, it was all for the greatness that was owed to the Shie Hassaikai.

Maybe even with this cure in his pocket. Just maybe, even the myth himself would cower beneath him.

That would be a great risk all on it's own merit.

And it made Overhaul wonder. If Tomura Shigaraki had only been street trash.

According to Shoowaysha Publishing, Tomura Shigaraki had lead a couple dozens of villains against Yuuei in that attempt at killing All Might. It had obviously been a gamble from the start. But a powerful gamble, one that could have gone very wrong. Yet at the same time…

Overhaul had to wonder, if he was backing Tomura Shigaraki and his League of Villains… should Overhaul even risk making a move at the moment?

Because while one Symbol was gone. One still remained. One shrouded in myth and mystery that might not even be real. But all the same, Overhaul shivered at the thought of going against the legend himself.

It wasn't something to do lightly. He would have to tread very carefully around Tomura Shigaraki. At least until Overhaul was ready himself to take on the legendary myth behind the League.

All For One…

Just thinking about such actions. It filled Overhaul with fear. And excitement.

After all… if All Might could be taken down by some street trash? Who was to say that Overhaul, Captain of the glorious Shie Hassaikai couldn't do similar?

Not that any of that mattered if he couldn't perfect his cure.

Overhaul glanced up at the clock in his office. It was getting to that time of day again. He would have to pay Eri another visit. Just like he did every day.

He was getting closer he knew. He felt it.

The cure to everything wrong with this rotten world.