Quirks Not Required 20

The two teens entered the Midoriya apartment. Jiro first as Midoriya had been raised as a gentleman after all. Jiro blanched as she entered the apartment, her parents were there…even her father, the obnoxious loud punk; she loved him dearly but his antics really drove her up the wall; it really didn't help that her quirk was much more sensitive than her mothers.

"Enough…Dad, you know I hate it when you try to make yourself look cool."

"I wanted to meet the punk that thinks he's good enough for my daughter."

Izuku was beginning to stress out when a gravelly voice whispered in his mind "Don't fight the stress, use it, you don't even have to say anything thing impressive…just show that you've got a spine." "And I think you've been so transfixed in reading the memo that your daughter is talking to a boy who happens to be a friend and getting crossed messages."

Kyotoku spun to inflate himself even more and try to intimidate the teen, only to flinch when the boy slapped the countertop and a sharp crack reverberated around the apartment. "Sorry, don't know my strength sometimes."

Mika chuckled "Kyotoku, stop whilst your ahead, he just cracked the counter surface with a hand slap…and he said 'I don't know my strength…'" Kyotoku paled and he quickly examined the teen.

He was jacked! Sure he didn't show it, but that meant he was quicker and more athletic. Yeah getting into fisticuffs would not end well for him "Dad, when he uses his quirk…he…breaks everything…including himself. The reason we're close, I'm helping him to control his breathing."

"If he can control his breathing, he can regulate his quirk."

"He happens to be my son, and, his name is Izuku…Jiro-san. Izuku, what have I said about accepting offerings from strangers?" Inko asked walking in from her room.

Izuku paled "Erm to not to…" He paled "Holy shit, she knew…I didn't…"

Inko smiled "You've got your father's face when he's thinking and when he's been caught…I suspected; you forgot who does your laundry and it was suspicious when I heard colleagues talking about a small green-haired teen moving the trash at Dagobah."

(The Tower)

Just away from the Tower, behind a fish and chip shop a portal appeared as Kato stepped out. "I'll deposit you outside the fish and chip shop where an acquaintance with a nasal problem will meet you." Standing off to one-side was a large if slightly portly man clad in black trousers, red softshell and looked utterly sleep-deprived.

"Good morning." Kato said politely bowing slightly.

"What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" Came the reply, contact had been made.

"Come with me…We're on a literal and metaphorical clock. I've just started my half-hour break before I'm back on shift. You know where you're going?"

"Into the Sub-Dungeons, the only known access point is through the White Tower."

"You're sharp. I knew that much, but there is an access point where we are headed. I trust you have your papers?"

Kato pointed to his chest pocket. They were forgeries, well-made forgeries, but still forgeries. He climbed into the van, inside was a green chair, assorted cables and boxes "I'm a Podiatry Student…I moonlight as a security guard, you could say I'm on break from my studies. Anyway, shut up."

Kato remained tense, he wanted to deploy his suit and bust out the Viper but…the Subdungeons were made more effectively than that of Tartarus. All For One had left the Blueprints for the Supermax on paper it appeared to be amongst the strongest prisons on the planet alongside Belmarsh and unfortunately Arkham; the latter Kaito thought let its inmates out as opposed to them breaking out, then again Gotham City appeared to be Outsiders a law unto itself.

By now he'd been let into the sub-cells of the tower. Apparently his guise was that of an honourably-discharged Special Forces Member turned Legalised Transporter, he was charged to bring Prisoner Thirteen back to Japan with an entourage of British and American Prosecutors all of whom were selected to ensure justice was done.

"Are you sure you can handle this guy?"

Kaito had to fight back a grin "Officer, the fact you are questioning me about my abilities suggests more about yourself than it does I."

"Not what I mean, I mean, Viper tore through twenty of our best men before we managed to bring him in. Even when we brought him in, he killed another six people; three of whom were ex-combat medics turned EMTS. His quirk is literally nothing like we've seen before."

"I'll manage. I survived a quirk-tailored made training regime without one…"

That gave his current compatriots a moment to be quiet "You've got to be made of something else entirely."

"Something else entirely, definitely." They were moving down an elaborate labyrinth of corridors.

"I'm curious…"

"Classified. Just know that it's extremely irregular for anyone to get this tour of The Tower."

"Of course, everyone knows that The Tower no longers holds people under His Majesties Pleasure."

"Not that anyone needs to know otherwise. Anyway, here we are Cells 13 and 14."

"I'm here for 13, but, who is in 14?"

"A local boy, a Welshman actually…off the record, we actually like him…good man, an electrifying personality actually."

(Cell 13)

Hisashi, in appearance, looked identical to Midoriya Izuku only older and taller. He didn't even raise his head when the door opened "Round 9 is it, gentlemen?" He asked in rough English.

"Quiet. Viper. Hands behind your head. Face the wall of your cell and do not move." Came a calm stern voice, of a young man…probably a few years older than Izuku. It was nice to hear his native Japanese again. He complied, the door opened and the uniformed boots of the Armed Police entered.

He felt the bag go over his head he heard "Get ready. You'll receive a two-slap to begin." Hisashi couldn't help but grin.

"What did you say to him?"

"A rough translation of a bit of your…shorthand vocabulary. Something about two tickles of the lamb…"

"Two shakes of a lamb's tail. It means something will be done quickly and without pause…sometimes equated to a rush job."

"A rush job, this most certainly is." The sextet of Cops and two villains retraced their steps out of the subtunnels of The Tower and towards where Kaito had entered. Everything seemed to be going so simply but then something changed.

Outside stood in a living Union Jack Costume was the British Hero: Captain Britain, a pretentious name if he ever heard of one; and Japan had given the world All Might! America and Colonel Stars and Stripes, then again American Heroes were a cut above the rest in terms of lunacy. Big Country, filled with semi-autonomous states…lunacy and lateral thinking was part of the parcel.

"Halt!" Declared Britain, his voice calm and modulated rippling through both Kato and Hisashi's presence. It wasn't anything like All Might's booming declarations of 'I Am Here' of reassurance, this was a voice that commanded respect and compliance immediately.

"Yes, Hero?"

Britain looked at Kato "You, Kato Daiten, Daiten Kato, are under arrest…for the suspicion…" Kato froze, he knew something was off but he didn't realise what.

"He's already thinking he's got you with his order to halt. You're complying, right now…hang on we're outside. Viper's got quirk suppression handcuffs on, suppressing his quirk output to his hands…" "I'm sorry Hero-san, for this, but, I cannot submit to your request."

Quirk-suppressive materials do not nullify quirk usage, they nullify the active nature of a quirk. For example, if a flame-quirk wielder had cuffs around their wrists everything distally, further away could not trigger. However, in a proximal, closer to the body, case the quirk can and would be activated…provided the quirk-wielder was inventive and knew what they were doing and were about to do…and Heat Viper definitely knew what he was doing.

Viper felt two sharp slaps on his back and everything kicked off. Sulphur burned and oxygen combusted as an emerald shroud of flames, followed by a shockwave rolled off the older man. The Hero watched in horror as the flames above the ball and socket joint of the wrists went from light green to a bright white, the heat intensified and the cuffs melted.

Kato smirked, he slammed his forearms together. If anyone had been paying attention his lower arms had been covered in a thick compressive purple material…similar to knee support to allow unhindered and less painful movement.

The material stretched and covered Kato in what could only be described as a ninja outfit, form-fitting pants and a tight shirt with obvious protective covering over his arms, chest and knees.

"Really sorry about this…" this was accented with a punch to the throat of one of the Armed officers. The officer crumpled, his head detaching from his neck and hitting another.

Hisashi was moving, great balls of fire erupting into his hands as he thrust them towards the Hero. Britain managed to withstand the blast of fire but his skin was blistered, his arms were now practically fused to his supersuit and the shield had been discarded, Kato was vaguely aware that the hero was screaming in agony.

The other three security officers went for their firearms, Kato concentrated and he rushed the first "Second Gear!" He whispered, he felt his body speed up as he effortlessly moved towards them, he chucked his arm out with his fingertips out in a 'knife-hand' technique; it punched straight through the solar plexus. With a mumbled 'Third Gear' he dispatched the third and with a growled 'Fourth Gear' he performed an 'axe-kick' which not only connected with the last of the Officer's heads…it kind of disintegrated the skull.

Meanwhile, Viper was choking out the sole hero "You're not so much fun…most other rescuers would allow me to play."

"I'm not other rescuers. Stop playing with the Hero…he lives or he dies, Viper, finish it." The man nodded and almost dismissively chucked the burnt hero to the side like someone throws rubbish into a bin.

Kato pulled out a phone, it dialled once, twice before being picked up "Doctor." Came the rasping voice of Shigaraki Tomura.

"Boss, send the extractor."

"Why should I do that?"

Kato nearly destroyed the phone "Listen, you little necrotic scraping from my balls…get the extractor to this location now…before I truly lose my shit with you."

Shigaraki hung up "Kurogiri…go pick up the…people wherever they were calling from."

"Very well."

"Kurogiri, please send them directly to Garaki. I don't believe that they'll be in the best of moods to get Tomura's…sense of humour. And Tomura, why must you vex my good friends student so much?"

"Because he doesn't respect me as he does you."

"Respect is earnt and given in return, Tomura, sometimes it takes multiple meetings before respect can be earned and returned; you can't always arrange them. Kato has many responsibilities and does lots of other errands behind the scenes that you're unaware of. The work he's doing whilst it might seem unimportant will ultimately lead to unprecedented changes and will shake Japan in ways that even we may not realise. Kato is with us, not because he agrees with everything that we do but because we gave him a chance."

Tomura paused "He's very smart, extremely smart…you said he had a degree in some ridiculously obscure part of genetics…Oh, oh, oooohhhhh…He's studying quirks."

Behind the screen, All-For-One chuckled "Tomura, you have no idea, how much it amazes me at how quickly your schemes can grow…given a little guidance and some abstract thinking."

"Shigaraki." All-For-One turned.

"Yes?"

"Kato's got the Viper…but…"

"They ran across a problem, in the form of a few armed police operatives and Britain…It's surprising, Garaki, just how almost pre-planned this was. Anyway Kurogiri is picking them up…" A tear appeared in the base as the two in question appeared "right now."