Seven years earlier
Izuku sat by himself… again. Everybody he thought he could count on was abandoning him. The only person he could rely on was his mommy.
"Hey look! It's Deku the half foreigner! Maybe his dad left cause He knew Deku would be quirkless!"
One child called out, causing more attention to focus on the young boy. Bringing more abuse to rain down on him
Izuku shot up, anger welling up inside him as tears ran down his face. "S-SHUT UP! Papa will be back! J-just you see!"
"Then why haven't you met him yet? Why hasn't he ever come to school before?"
The question stung, it stung in the worst way, in the way that it was right. Izuku slowly retreated into himself and more and more barbs came at him.
"DEKU! DEKU! NEVER KNEW HIS DADDY!"
"DEKU! DEKU! PAPA KNEW HE WAS A DEKU!"
"DEKU! DEKU! SON OF A FOREIGNER!"
Izuku could only cry as the other children made fun of him and as the adults ignored what was happening to him. He wanted it to stop
"Pl-please. Daddy, please make them stop."
…
But nobody came
SUBJECT STATUS: ALIVE
Time Frame
Month One
20 days after Upload
Izuku tried to get back up but was stopped when he was kicked in the side hard enough to send him flying, only stopping when he crashed into the concrete wall.
He slowly got up and got into a defensive stance to protect himself from whatever Hank was planning to do. Only to be surprised when he saw the Assassin nowhere.
Izuku looked around trying to spot his (tor)mentor, not seeing him anywhere. Izuku didn't dare take his guard down in case this was another one of Hank's tricks.
He was suddenly lifted into the air and slammed back down into the floor; before he could even think to counter-attack the air was knocked out of him once more when Hank stomped on Izuku's stomach.
As Izuku clutched his stomach in pain Hank began another one of his lectures.
"You didn't let your guard down even when you didn't see a threat. That's good, but you didn't use your senses as well as you could have. You need to stop seeing it as a passive power and start using your hearing more actively. That's a mistake I paid very heavily for.
Izuku got up and did a quick bow of respect. "Thank you sensei. I'll learn from my mistakes."
"Heh, damn right you will. Now I wanna see what you can do with your arm."
"You mean my Nexus Bolt?"
"No, I wanna see if you can do this."
Izuku waited for a moment so Hank could show what he was talking before realizing the words didn't come out of Hank's mouth. He Looked down at Hank's mutated hand and saw a small thin line. He almost screamed when it opened.
"Sup." It was almost surreal looking at the hand mouth… thing, actually talking to him.
"H-how?"
"Crazy right? Taking Talk to the hand to a whole new level. Now you try it, it's not that hard, promise."
Izuku hesitated for a moment before bringing up his right hand and concentrated. And after a moment a small thin line appeared on the palm of his hand; soon it opened up revealing his own… hand mouth. He will never get used to this.
"Ok, now on to what exactly this freak of science can do. Watch and learn grass boy."
Two ten-foot concrete pillars shot up from the ground and Izuku barely flinched this time, stuff like this had become routine in his training regime. And thanks to Hank Izuku was begging to actually enjoy cleaning up the beach.
Izuku stopped his inner lament as Hank raised his mutated limb, pointing it towards one of the pillars, the hand mouth opened up as small amounts of nexus energy arced across the arm.
*SCKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Izuku clamped his hands down on his ears as the mouth let out a deafening wail that visibly pulsed through the air; the sonic scream breaking the concrete apart in seconds.
The Youth gaped at the sheer power of the wail and looked at the mouth on his hand; wondering just how many powers he had.
"Cool right? Now you do it, this should be a hell of a lot easier to control than your nexus bolt so you won't be able to kill someone. Which I still think is a pussy move on your part."
Izuku frowned at the last part "Just because I won't kill people, doesn't make me a pussy."
"Yeah, sure. Just do the fuckin thing already."
Izuku's frown deepened at Hank's dismissal but he just let it go and pointed his hand at the other concrete pillar. Focusing nexus energy a small amount of pain rose in his hand when the mouth opened up.
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*
A sonic scream shot out of the palm of his hand and while not as powerful as Hanks the wail's effects were shown immediately as the concrete began to break apart almost instantly. And after a while, the pillar was left barely standing.
Izuku then willed the mouth to close and it did so at once. The young man stared at his hand for a moment before looking at the pillar again; surprise running through him as he looked at the rubble around the pillar.
He was broken out of his revere when Hank spoke up. "You really need to get the muttering under control man… It's kindy freaky."
Embarrassment spread throughout him as he put a hand over his mouth. He squeaked out a small sorry. Something that made Hank angry.
"And would ya stop apologizing all the damn time?
"U-uh, yeah."
Hank could only sign at his students' lack of self-esteem. Brought him back to his teenage years for some reason; once he was there he couldn't help but note how much he acted like the grass-head in front of him.
That was all before he grew a spine of course.
Izuku sat still, looking at the food his mom made for breakfast. He was too busy thinking about how exactly he would go about fighting his best… former best friend. He didn't want to but Hank said that this would be the best way to 'Grow a fucking spine.' As the former assassin so eloquently put it.
"Are you okay Izu honey? You barely touched your food."
Izuku looked up and saw his mom looking at him with worry in her eyes. "I'm fine mom, really. I'm just… thinking about stuff."
"What kind of stuff… if you mind me asking."
Izuku thought for a moment before holding up his mutated hand. "Well, this stuff."
Inko looked at her son with no small amount of worry before sighing and grasping his hand in her own; holding it tightly. Izuku smiled a little and so did Inko, they just sat there, holding hands.
(She's happy for you, but worried you might get yourself hurt. But when she looks at you; she can't help but think of HIM.)
Izuku pulled back and looked at his hand; confusion spread throughout him. He looked back at his mom and saw a hurt look on her face before it washed away in a moment.
"I'm… sorry, you're gonna be late to school and I was-"
"NO!" I mean i-it's fine. I'm sorry. I'll see you after school mom. I love you."
Izuku got up and grabbed his bag and walked out of the door, not before hearing his mom saying that she loved him too.
'Hank, why did you say that?'
Say what?
'That! Back when me and my mom were-'
Listen, pal, I didn't say jackshit back then. So fuck off with your bullshit.
Izuku mentally narrowed his eyes at the sociopathic man living in his head. After a few seconds he sighed and began to walk towards his school, intent to just get the day done and over with; all while avoiding his growing list of friends. He hated even thinking about those guys.
Izuku stopped for a moment, he never really realized just how far he had gotten in half a month.
He had this… fire in him now; just a few months ago he absolutely dreaded getting into a fight. But now; he practically relished in confronting thugs, in stopping them. Sure it could be exhausting when they just kept coming at him, but it was… fun.
Why'd ya stop?
Izuku shook his head and continued to walk towards his school at an even pace.
'Nothing, it's just… everything changed so suddenly, you know? Like a month ago I was just some quirkless nobody, but now I have all these powers and All Might want me to be his successor… it's all so much. What if I can't do this.'
That's loser talk, no loser talk from you pally. You got these powers because you deserve them, All Might's training you because you deserve it. Think of it as the universe rewarding your good karma or something. The point is to stop getting all philosophical and shit; stuff's bad for your mental health.
'But-'
Ok if you want a serious answer, then stop thinking of why the universe is the way that it is. Just accept that it's a chaotic mess and then we have to make the best of it.
Some people have it worse than others sure, but things usually get better after a while, you just gotta keep on going on.
You look like a giant nerd!
Izuku sighed for what felt like the 50th time that night. 'Hank, please. It's not my fault I couldn't find the Ski Mask!'
Whatever you say ya big ol' NEEEEEEERRD!
Izuku tried his best to ignore the assassin and went back to watching over the warehouses near the harbor, the old All Might mask covering his face. Some two-bit drug dealer he beat the crap out of told him that something huge was going to happen in this area.
So after dropping the dealer in front of the police station Izuku made his way to the warehouses near the waterfront and began waiting
You still look like a nerd you know.
Izuku groaned and was about to argue with the demented ghost; but stopped when he saw a couple of cars pull up, multiple people stepping out of them; all of them wearing high-class suits. Izuku could recognize them anywhere. Yakuza.
These chumps? Just get this finished with will ya?
Izuku needed no more prodding and leaped off the apartment building, landing on the one of Yakuza; a loud crunch emanating from the man. He was worried he accidentally killed the gangster, but a weak groan confirmed the man wasn't dead.
Izuku would've sighed in relief if a chain hadn't suddenly wrapped itself around his neck. He was pulled onto the ground harshly as the other Yakuza began to surround and beat on him.
Izuku nearly fainted from the pain but he forced himself up and smashed one of his elbows into one thug's groin and the other into one's throat. With some breathing room he jumped up and scissor kicked two of the yakuza.
Once he landed he blocked a punch from one of the thugs and Izuku threw two right hooks into the man's liver before back kicking another yakuza in the jaw.
One Yakuza swung at him with a tanto blade; Izuku barely had enough time to dodge as the blade cut open his hoodie and slashed a long red line in Izuku's chest. He swung his armored hand at the yakuza's wrist and shattered it before backhanding the man; knocking him back.
He ducked under a strike from behind and swept the legs of his would-be attacker, following up with an elbow drop smashing the thug's nose into a paste, causing the man to go unconscious.
He then grabbed the arm of another thug attempting to attack him and threw the yakuza over his shoulder, and with a swift pull dislocated the shoulder.
He rolled out of the way from the last thugs' attack, the last man standing held a bat in his hand and stared at the blood-covered Izuku in fear. After a short standoff Izuku launched himself at the thug, grabbing the bat and pulling it out of the low-life's hands.
Said low-life looked at his empty hands like a mentally challenged baboon; not yet comprehending what just happened.
His thought process was interrupted when his own bat smashed into his gut, causing him to upchuck the contents in his stomach all over himself and the ground underneath him. Izuku breathed heavily as he looked at the multiple thugs lying unconscious on the ground.
And he almost collapsed with exhaustion, using a nearby wall to keep him steady as his vision blurred. He touched his chest wound and slightly flinched at the pain. All this proved one thing to him; He really needed to work on his stamina.
After a moment he heard something shuffling from behind him.
When he looked he saw another dozen people charging at him. The man in the back wielding a katana and barking orders, definitely the leader. He groaned in slight pain and exhaustion. 'Of course, there would be more.'
Izuku sprung into action leaping towards one goon, his knee smashing into the man's jaw, breaking it in multiple places. He then spun around and kicked another thug in the ribs breaking most of them, before throwing him full speed at another ruffian. Knocking them both out
Izuku stumbled as something smashed into his back, He almost yelled when one thug stuck a knife into his shoulder.
Acting quickly Izuku grabbed the stabber's arm and broke it. He then pulled the knife out and ducked under another attack from behind and stabbed the knife into the man's knee and twisted it.
He then roundhouse kicked another thug in the jaw before side kicking one next to him in the ribs. He then spin kicked another yakuza in the knee, breaking it with ease.
Izuku blocked a wild haymaker from the last yakuza before throwing two left hooks into his stomach and a right cross into his jaw.
And before he knew it another dozen criminals laid on the ground unconscious, and he had a few more cuts and bruises added to his collection
Steps from behind him had triggered his advanced hearing, he flipped over the lead thug that tried to sneak up on him. The leader spun around and attempted to strike the young vigilante with his sword.
Only for it to stop dead in its tracks when Izuku grabbed the katana with his mutated hand and with a quick twist of his wrist broke the sword in half. The thug could only balk at his broken sword before he began to wail as Izuku slammed the rest of the blade into the man's foot; Nailing it to the ground.
Izuku swiftly elbowed the man in the face, knocking him out. Didn't want the police or worse a Pro catching him in the act of vigilantism. But he couldn't help but look around at his handy work, he really felt like a pro busting crimes and saving the day. Even if it was exhausting.
But that begged the question. What was the Yakuza doing? He looked at the largest warehouse on the pier, that might be a good idea.
Izuku entered by kicking down one of the side doors. Immediately rolling into cover.
*RATATATATATATATATATA
He grabbed a loose pipe from the wall and flung it at the gunman. A small bit of satisfaction rose in him as the pipe hit the man in the face, knocking him unconscious.
Izuku grabbed the man's gun and broke it over his knee. He then searched the man and found a pair of keys. Looking around for a moment he found a small office near one of the side doors.
Taking a look around Izuku found a book with a list of what had to be at least two-hundred names and a whole lot of numbers. What they were for he had no clue. But he stored it in his hoodie, for safekeeping. As he was about to leave, he heard something coming from one of the storage containers.
It sounded like… sobbing. Without hesitation, he strode towards the container, and using one of the keys he opened it. What he saw nearly broke him.
Multiple young girls were all abused in many different ways, some looked younger than him; it looked like each girl was taken at random from different continents and different countries.
But we're all victims of the same thing. As soon as they saw him the girls tried to run further into the container; all in an attempt to get away from the blood-covered man with glowing red eyes.
"H-hey wait! I-I'm not… I'm not one of them. One here to help." Izuku tried to get closer to them but their panic increased tenfold as some broke down crying while others desperately crawled further into the container.
As he looked at them he understood what the numbers meant, what the names were. And it made him furious.
He looked back at the gunman and saw that he was slowly getting up. Izuku's grasp on the keys tightened as he walked towards the man. The dazed thug didn't stop Izuku when he grabbed the man's phone and dialed the police.
"110 what's your emergency?"
As the words came out of the speaker Izuku slammed the keys into the man's groin, the metal tearing skin and muscle. He dropped the phone next to the wailing man as the operator began shouting at someone else at the station.
Izuku didn't care, he looked one last time at the girls in the container and ran out of the warehouse. Leaping through the rooftops to put some distance between himself and that place. By the time he got home; He felt bitter and angry, he knew what he had to do.
Month 2
42 Days after upload
"You've got this, my boy! Stay Determined!"
Izuku kept going, slowly but steadily. His muscles ached as sweat coated him as he held up a 160-kilo fridge, filled with another 56 kilos of garbage. On top of a 254 kilo, All Might sitting on the fridge.
"You're doing Grand Young Midoriya!"
Needless to say, he was having a tough time staying up. But he pushed on, just like he always did. And now that he was almost to the garbage truck, he had only one obstacle left.
The stairs. He took one step up and he almost collapsed from the effort, but he pushed on. Another step, another push past his limits. After what felt like an eternity he made it to the top.
Just as he did so the weight he held lessened considerably and it became far easier to hold. He looked and saw All might looking over him, a part of him knew that the pro was impressed.
"Well done young shonen! Another record broken, and a fourth of the garbage is gone as well! I'd say this beach will be clean in no time!"
Izuku dropped the fridge and flopped down on it, gasping for air as exhaustion almost took hold of him. A large canteen was placed in front of him, he turned and saw a concerned All Might standing over him.
He took the canteen and began gulping down the water inside while the Pro looked over him. Once Izuku set down the empty canteen he laid down on the fridge.
"Young Midoriya I… Good job. Take the rest of the day off."
Izuku shot up from the refrigerator and bowed a few times. "Thank you sensei! Uh, see you later, uh All Might."
Izuku walked away from the beach and began his stroll towards his home, intent on taking a long shower.
After that, we're going to the shop to get you a new getup. Cause I will no longer have you kicking ass in jeans and a stitched-up hoodie. You gotta respect yourself at least a little.
Izuku sighed, and get a new vigilante costume. His stomach loudly growling told him to get food too. It was going to be a long day.
Izuku shoved the empty pizza box into a nearby trash can before walking into the clothing store. The lunch his mom made was delicious and it was certainly a lot more than what he had when he was a bean pole but his new body demanded a lot of calories.
So he bought himself a large pepperoni pizza while on the way to the store. As well as two large sodas; he'd burn it all off later tonight.
Ok, listen close little dew. Cause Hank's gonna show you a thing or two about fashion. Now you should feel something pulling you towards something. Follow it.
Izuku sighed and walked towards where Ha- the magic feeling wanted him to go. He found what he was looking for and saw what looked like utilitarian gear. The feeling focused on a pair of black cargo pants and two combat boots. He grabbed them.
Next was the Sporting section. A black compression shirt was first. Then some hexpad upper and lower arm protection, some wrist compression wrap, and a fingerless glove; all for his left arm. Next was what looked like some kind of black sports goggles.
He then looked at what else it wanted and nearly froze when he saw it. A Ghost Skull Balaclava
'Hank, I am not wearing that.'
Yes you are
'I will never-
Listen greenie. You are a vigilante, not some kind of spec-ops commando. You take what you get.
He sighed and reluctantly grabbed the dang Balaclava and moved onto what Hank wanted next. It was at the formal wear section he found the next piece of clothing. A Black Long Coat. It was here that Izuku began sensing a theme.
'So… you uh really like black.' It was more an awkwardly put statement than a question.
It looks cool. And you know, this reminds me but when is your teach gonna cover the Nevadan War?
'The what?'
The Nevadan War! It's how I died… Jebus how many times have I died?
'What do you mean by that?!'
Oh right yeah didn't tell you about that, jeez I didn't tell you about a lot of shit. But basically, I've died somewhere around uh, I don't know ten-fourteen times I guess?
'WHAT?! What do you mean by 'I guess?'
I'll tell you later, just search up the Nevadan War first, ok? It's very important. Trust me.
Izuku sighed and nodded
Izuku closed the door to his room and sat down at his desk and turned on his laptop. He pulled up Moogle and searched up the Nevadan War, just like Hank wanted him to.
No Results Found
WHAT!?
Izuku jumped from the sudden noise, but overall he remained calm. But it did confuse him; why was there no mention of this, according to Hank, very Important war.
That doesn't make any sense! Why is there no mention of… That rat-faced doctor wannabe piece of shit!
'Jeez! Calm down Hank!'
Calm? Calm!? YOU WANT ME THE CALM DOWN!? That sniveling high-class cunt just erased one of the most important events in history! And for what? To protect the egos of a bunch of ungrateful asswipes.
'Wh-what do you mean?'
Politicians! Civilians! God damnit the both of em! after all the shit the world went through! The crap my friends went through! Jebus the shit I went through! They just sweep it under the rug, content to forget all the heartache… All the people we lost. God fucking damnit…
Hank sighed and ended his rant. And Izuku just sat there, stunned. It felt like this was the most emotion he had seen from Hank. He wanted to help him; but he just didn't know-how.
'... Hank I… I'm sorry.'
… Why? Izuku sat there for a moment, thinking of how best to respond to the Former Assassin. Nothing. He sighed, Hank was right; he really needed to work on his Social Stat.
'I don't know, for… everything you went through'
Heh, you're a good kid greenie.
'Hey, you mind telling me about your friends?'
Not at all. See there were only a few people I could really call 'friend' like I could count every single one of them on one hand. But let me tell you about Sanford and Deimos; a pair of tards they were. Practically brothers, only time they were ever apart is if either of em went to the bathroom… And when Deimos died.
'Oh… what were they like?'
Like two knives stuck in my ass. But they were my pains in the ass, I already told you a little about Dei; he was a giant perv and he had a way with tech like no one else had, he was somehow both the dumbest and smartest person I've ever met. And the guy would never shut up, thought he was the funniest dumbass alive.
Sanford was the complete opposite of Deimos; always stoic and looking like someone shat in his food or pissed in his bedsheets. The guy was a beast in CQC though, especially with the hook of his; but not as good as me. He was really good with explosives too, and when I mean good I mean REALLY fucking good; like some kind of demented god of destruction made him its champion or something.
Izuku sat enraptured in Hank's explanations, chuckling a little at Hank's descriptions but not interrupting at all. Once he was done Izuku sat there in silence for a moment. 'Thank you.' Hank didn't respond.
Izuku sighed and looked and stood up, looking at his new costume for a moment before putting it on. It felt like the garments were meant to fit him, he looked at himself in the mirror and when he saw himself he felt… proud. He then opened up a secret compartment on his desk and took out two books.
The first being the ledger he found on… that day, he opened it up and saw two dozen crossed out; each name a person he visited, it didn't take long to figure out where they lived.
He then pulled out a second book, it was a journal that served a similar purpose to his hero journals. Instead of analyzing quirks he analyzed the behaviors of criminals and held locations of gang hideouts he managed to squeeze out of a few squealers.
He opened his window and looked out at the city… at his city. It was showtime.
Month 3
66 days after upload
Two people held each other in fear, one a young boy barely ten. The other, a fourteen-year-old girl, both were silently crying. Both were wearing almost nothing and were covered in bruises.
Both were afraid of the 6'10 tall wall of pure muscle. A man with white and grey skin and a shark head with a maw filled with teeth like steak knives. All three in an underground office, hidden underneath a normal coffee shop.
"You worthless piles of shit!" He swung at them, not hard enough to break bone, but enough to cause pain.
"When I say suck, YOU SUCK! When I want to be pleasured I will use either of you for as long as I damn well please! Now time for your punishment."
As the shark man began to fiddle with his belt, the steel door was blown off its hinges with a severely beaten man laying on top.
At the entrance stood a man in all black wearing a roughed-up long coat, a warped skull mask hiding his face; with two red circles for eyes. The thing seemingly glaring into the thug's soul. Judging him for all of his sins.
The Skull-faced man threw two sharp metal darts, both puncturing into the Shark man's shoulders.
The Shark boss put his arms in front of his face as half a dozen more metal darts shot into his hide. The Shark rushed the Masked man and swung his arms downward; cracking the concrete where the Masked man was standing just a moment ago.
The Masked man pulled out two wooden batons and swung them at the Shark's knees. A sharp crack reverberating across the room and the Boss Shark fell down. The Masked man then began walloping the shark with the baton repeatedly, blood flying all over the room as the thug was slowly beaten into unconsciousness.
Suddenly a giant fist crashed into the Masked man, sending him careening towards a wall; leaving a dent where he impacted. Leaving his coughing up blood as the Shark got up and limped towards the masked man.
The Man in Black got up and raised his baton in front of him, waiting. The Shark swung a wild haymaker but the vigilante ducked under the blow and struck out a dozen lightning-fast strikes at the thugs' midsection before leaning under another punch.
The masked man struck upwards, the batons connecting with the shark's lower jaw. A small bit of surprise shot through the man when two giant hands wrapped around his arms.
The vigilante was then picked up and violently slammed down onto the ground. The Concrete spider webbing under him as the masked man lay there groaning in pain and slowly trying to get up. His batons scattered to who knows where.
The Man in Black was picked up again as the Shark man held his head between his hands, a maniacal grin on his face began to slowly squeeze the masked man's head in. The Vigilante rose his arms up and began slamming his fists down on the Sharks' arms; pain shooting through the brute each time.
The Brute then pulled one hand out and punched the masked man twice in the gut; causing the man to cough up blood as he weakly pounded on the shark's arm. The Shark then began to laugh as the vigilante raised his right arm in surrender.
He then grew confused and slightly grossed out when the Masked man's hand opened up.
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*
The brute's eardrums exploded under the sonic attack; he dropped the masked man and clutched his bleeding ears in pain, the two children watching the fight covered their ears at the noise.
The Masked man charged the stunned shark and leaped forwards, his knee slamming into the thug's sensitive nose. The Man then slammed both of his elbows downward hitting the shark's still bleeding ears, causing them to now gush out blood. Once the vigilante landed he ignored the Brute's screams of agony and front kicked the thug in the jaw, finally breaking it.
The masked man then tackled the shark to the ground and began punching him repeatedly, his punches sloppily thrown and more out of exhaustion( oh god please stop)
He Punched, again and again, animal instinct taking over. ( I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. Oh god I can't breathe)
It was struck differently compared to the sleek performance shown earlier. The man couldn't stop himself; he wanted to, but he couldn't.
He forced himself to stop when the shark's face was nothing more than a bloody pulp; the man sat there tired from the fight and gasping for breath.
Once he regained his composure he searched the thug and pulled out a cracked phone. He then tossed it to the two children huddling together, both looking at the man in fear. He stopped for a moment and kneeled next to them.
He held his hand up and brought them to his mask while keeping the goggles on, slowly he lifted it up showing his weary but friendly face.
"It's going to be ok. I'm here." suddenly they both came forward and hugged the man, he grunted a little but he hugged them back.
After a moment he gently pushed them off and put his mask back on, holding the cracked phone to them.
"Call the police. That's 110, and tell them about what happened. They'll help you." The girl slowly took the phone from his hand and shakily nodded at the Masked man. The man then turned away and looked around for a moment, he then picked up his two batons and stashed them into his coat.
As he walked out of the office he stepped around multiple groaning thugs, each beaten half to death. Izuku felt angry at people like the person he had just fought, thinking of the manmade him sick; but mostly at himself for going down to their level and brutalizing him. Ever since he started doing this he was becoming more brutal, and he hated it.
Once he was out of the front he climbed on top one of the nearby buildings and parkoured away from the scene. Once he was far enough he pulled out the ledger and crossed one more name out, over eighty names crossed-out and he didn't feel any closer to completing his mission than he did when he started it. He shook his head.
It didn't matter how broken his body got, how tiring it got the fight an almost unwinnable fight, or how many people he had to break along the way. He would always come out on top, and not even God could stop him from bringing these people down.
Musutafu Chronicler
Who is the Wraith?
The front page of the newspaper showed a blurry photo of a man wearing all black and a ghost skull mask
Ochako looked at the paper for a little bit longer before picking it up. She sighed slightly as she began to read what little information the paper held; It was only a few days after she came to Musutafu to live with her grandpa did this Wraith guy appear.
He certainly looks different than when he first popped into the scene. And she had certainly seen her fair share of bootleg toys of the guy. But she didn't understand why people were so enamored with him, there were a dozen other Vigilantes all over Japan.
Maybe it was a local legend thing. Maybe once she got her Hero's license she would track him down; her quirk was strong enough as it is. But after hero training she was bound to be a great hero; just like her grandpa. She shook her head lightly and began to read the newspaper.
Musutafu's own vigilante is making waves within the Hero community; some are angry that the law is being so flagrantly broken by some guy in a mask while others are grateful that someone is doing the hero's job better than they do. But no matter what you think of him; everybody has one question on their mind. Who is the Wraith?
Well for one, he is perhaps one of the most brutal vigilantes in Japanese history, not outright killing his opponents but putting them in hospitals for weeks on end. This leads us to our first theory that the wraith may be an American Vigilante who decided to make Japan his home. For how long nobody knows.
She giggles lightly at the idea pitched by the paper. Her grandpa always told her to ignore 'Gossip fueled dribble' as he would put it. Regardless she continued reading the paper, maybe there was something worthwhile about the Wraith person.
Well, would you look at that. You're getting really popular around here.
Izuku's frown deepened at Hank's comment. The reason he was so nettled was because of what he was looking at on his computer screen. It was a surprisingly high-quality action figure of him… well of the wraith, but still.
He was flattered by it as noted by his blush, but a majority of him despised the unwanted attention. He didn't do this for recognition, he just wanted to help people.
And beat the shit out of people. You enjoy it even if you deny it.
'Hank, could you do me a favor and please be quiet.'
Ha! No.
"Izuku! Lunch is ready!"
"Coming!" 'We will not talk about this'
Suuuuure
Izuku grunted and headed downstairs, the smell of food almost intoxicating. When he headed down he saw that his own meal was almost twice as big as yesterday. He grew worried, how was his mom able to afford all this food?
He felt someone hug him from behind, he turned and saw it was his mom and that she had a large smile on her face. He turned around and hugged her back.
"What's all this about Kaa-san?" Izuku asked, slightly confused.
"I got the promotion." With that revelation, Izuku hugged his mom even tighter, happy for her; happy that she would never have to work two jobs again. Something in Izuku hitched for a moment, a passing thought of his father; he dismissed them and hugged his mom for just a little bit longer.
Month 4
79 Days after upload
Somewhere in Japan
Two men stood in front of a desk, and behind that desk as a man wearing a bird mask. All of them wore pristine suits, indicating their high standing within the Yakuza.
One of them wore a blindfold, two scars where the eyes were located jutting out, the second was a sleazy looking man with a bit of nervousness in his eyes.
The third was the Leader of the Yakuza. Overhaul. He looked at his two subordinates for a moment before looking at the sleazy man.
"Would you care to explain why trafficking is getting disrupted? I would so very much like to know."
"W-w-well y-you see, The Wrai-"
"Some random vigilante, not even a licensed hero. Some guy in a mask is doing this. Now if it was All Might or Eraser head taking down our sources of profit, I would understand. I would still be upset, but I would understand why."
"But sir h-"
"Did I tell you to Speak up!" The man looked away from overhaul. "Now, you want to know why some guy in a mask has been able to disrupt my profits? Because you let him, had I been anyone else I would have killed you right here and now. But I am a fair man, and I believe in second chances."
He turned to the blind Yakuza. "Zatoichi, I want you to go with our associate to Musutafu. And I want you to kill this wraith, show everyone what will happen when they mess with the Yakuza.
The Blind man showed no visible reaction to the order "Yes, sir."
Police Chief Tsuragamae, Detective Tsukauchi, and four other Police officers looked at something with a mix of confusion, annoyance, and mild amusement. In Front of the police station were a dozen punks tied up in a long rope, part of some decently large gang; all of them beaten to a pulp.
One of the punks had a note pinned to him. All there was on there was a symbol, an all too familiar ghost skull.
Naomasa sighed as his case just got more complicated; like it did every night.
[Somewhere else]
Two Hero's consoled a few dozen children with multiple signs of abuse on them, while a police officer looked over eight perps.
All of them beaten all the hell; some tall women who looked like the leader of this operation had one of her knees bent in the wrong direction. A card with a ghost face symbol on it pinned to the broken appendage
All in all, he only had two things to say. "Jesus Christ."
[Elsewhere]
A man ran through the alleyways, hoping to get away from the maniac that beat the shit out of his gang. He was stopped when multiple darts struck his leg causing him to fall. He looked where the darts came from and he raised his hands in surrender.
"P-please…"
He was found tied to a lamppost with half his ribs and both of his legs broken.
And just right down the street, a robbery was taking place. A punk with a revolver and a Guy Fawkes mask was holding up a convenience store, the young cashier frozen with fear.
"Open the Register Bitch!" The robber pushed his revolver into the cashier's forehead, getting them to fiddle with the register for a moment. A Noise coming from the back of the store distracting them both.
The robber turned and pointed his gun at where the sound was. "Get out here or I'll b-" He couldn't finish his sentence as two darts were flung into his hand, causing him to drop the revolver in pain.
He turned and saw the wraith glaring at him. He stepped back in fear, his voice trembling. "Oh god, it's you. Why'd it have to be you?" The vigilante didn't answer and instead, grabbed the would-be robber and smashed his face against the counter six times before dropping him and looking at the cashier.
"Oh uh… Sorry about that. I uh, kinda got carried away." The wraith awkwardly scratched the back of his head while shrugging his shoulders; he then turned around and slowly walked out of the store. Leaving behind a frightened and confused cashier.
"What the actual fuck just happened?"
Izuku walked to his next class, tired as heck from all the work he did last night. He only got about two hours of sleep total last night.
And more importantly, that cut your training short. I need a minimum of four hours to train you properly.
Yeah, Izuku got overzealous last night. For almost four months now he had fallen into a routine. Four Hours of patrolling/hunting and four hours of sleep/training. He needed to learn to stop himself sometimes.
But it could be seen as a good thing as the combined training of both Hank and All Might had made him stronger and was able to let him endure more; plus his nightly activities provided a good workout and a cache of experience.
Thots incoming 12 o'clock
"Izu-chan!"
Just as he turned to look he saw four groupies surround him and two took his arms. All while Izuku heavily blushed and stuttered at the sudden contact from the girls; he had grown more confident in himself but the opposite sex always seemed to wash that all away.
"Oh Izu-chan why don't we go to the movies, and while it's playing you can play with me~" "How scandalous, me and him are going to get ice cream to cool him off." "You're both so mean stop hogging him!" "So you can have him for yourself?"
Izuku's blush intensified as the four girls were all now clutching him, arguing with each other on who gets to date him. That last part sent his blush into overdrive.
"OI! Deku's got no time for a bunch of floozies like you! So fuck off!" Katsuki yelled out, anger wafting off of him. And for once in his life, Izuku was glad the blond was angry and shouting. As Katsuki argued with the girls Izuku silently slinked away; before he left he looked Backugo in eye and nodded in gratitude.
The explosive blonde didn't return the gesture. Something Izuku was ultimately grateful for
You can deal with a dozen murderous thugs no problem. But the moment a girl looks at you, you fall apart. Pathetic.
Izuku sighed and just continued to his next class. He just wanted the day to be over with. He still had a beach to clean up.
Izuku charged another Nexus Bolt and shot it towards a rusted car. A small bit of satisfaction rising through him as the blot caused the car to crumple instead of causing it to de-atomize.
"Well done my boy! You show marvelous control over your power, and so soon too."
Izuku blushed a little at the praise. "T-thank you All Might."
All Might waved that thanks away. "No need Young Shonen. It is my pleasure to help."
All Might then looked at the trash piled left and noticed that half of it was gone; he'd say in another four months there would be no more garbage left. He looked at Midoriya one more time and realized just how much the boy had changed; his one taut frame was now Athletic and bulging with muscles.
This boy had been a blessing, a humble soul with a hero's heart and blessed with great power. He was proud of the lad. He deflated into his skinny form, Izuku needed to hear this from the real him.
"Midoriya."
"Y-yes Al- uh Yagi-san?"
"Please call me Toshinori. And I just wanted to say, I'm proud of you."
Izuku beamed at the word like no one had ever said that to the boy before. It was probably true. And that made Yagi feel incredibly sad.
Month Five
100 days after upload
The Wraith looked around him, trying to find his opponent. The tinkling of chains behind him told him what he needed to know; As he spun around a sickle came from behind a cut a large gash across his back.
Before he could even think of reacting, the same sickle attached to a chain wrapped around him, as if it was acting on its own. The sickle embedded itself into his gut and the chain pulled him into the darkness; screaming in pain as it left a trail of his own blood.
Two hours earlier
Izuku finally found what he was looking for. The base belonging to the guy running the Trafficking ring. It was an abandoned factory repurposed into the HQ of the operation; Izuku was determined to finally put an end to it.
He surveyed the compound and noted that there were four patrols, one for each side. Each group had five men and it took them after waiting for a bit longer he found out each group stayed on a side for thirty minutes at a time.
As he waited for the next rotation to start Hank made a suggestion.
Full Frontal Assault
'No.'
Pussy
Izuku ignored him and focused on taking out the groups, he figured he could take them all out before the next rotation. He pulled back his sleeve and started a timer for 30 minutes. And he sprang into action and became the Wraith of Musutafu.
The first group didn't know what hit them as the Wraith struck them without Mercy, the Second and Third group fared no better. He got a little over-confident with the fourth group but he beat them all the same. He ran into a small problem; he was running out of zip-ties.
It didn't matter, it was just annoying. As Izuku entered the first part of Factory he immediately went into stealth mode and picked out six watchmen atop the rafter; he was easy to take them out.
As he entered the second part he stopped and looked on in growing anger and horror. Children all of them younger than he was, malnourished and abused, packaging some kind of white powder. Given who exactly he was dealing with he could guess what exactly the powder was.
The second thing he noticed was the two overseers watching over the children. Izuku took great joy in beating those two into a pulp. Making sure the children wouldn't start a panic, Izuku looked for whatever food the thugs had and to his relief found multiple boxes of water and non-perishables.
He made sure they were fed before going deeper into the Factory. What he found was darkness, the only source of light being a lamp in the middle of the vast room. Izuku walked towards the center of the room cautiously; listening for any sounds from anywhere in the room.
He stopped and looked at one corner of the room and listened in, he could hear faint breathing. "I know you're there. Come out."
As he said those words a figure walked out of the shadows. It was a figure dressed in all Black with a mask obscuring his entire face. "Well done. Very few could have found me."
"Oh uh, thank I guess" The wraith shook his head and put his serious demeanor back on while the unknown ninja stood still. "Where's your boss?"
"My boss? My boss lives in Tokyo. But I'm going to assume you mean the man you came here for. I am afraid he is… Indisposed at the moment."
"Well then, looks like I'm going to have to settle things with you then." As the Wraith got ready to attack the ninja bowed to him as a sign of respect; the vigilante was stunned, to say the least, and he bowed back.
It was then that the two were finally ready to fight. The Wraith made the first move and leaped towards the still ninja; Just as his knee was about to connect with the ninja, the warrior of the night caught him and slammed him down onto the floor.
Before anything could happen Izuku rolled away and adopted a defensive posture. The Ninja reacted faster than Izuku thought possible, his opponents striking with lightning-fast attacks that he could barely defend against; every time he blocked a punch two more hit him. Every time he dodged a kick, another hit him where he least expected.
He had to constantly use BULLET-TIME just to keep up. The man struck out with two dozen lightning-fast jabs, the Wraith only blocking half of them with the other half striking hard into his chest. Leaving him gasping for breath.
The Wraith tried to retaliate by kicking the ninja's leg but that was intercepted with a kick of his own, followed by another kicking into Izuku's ribs and a heel kick cloaking his jaw; making him fall to the ground.
As the Ninja got close Izuku found his second wind and activated BULLET-TIME and swung at the Ninja with his mutated hand. Satisfaction rising through him as the haymaker connected causing the ninja to stumble and almost fall, taking the initiative Izuku roundhouse kicked the Ninja.
Or at least he tried to, the ninja caught his leg and elbowed his knee. Hard. The Wraith bit back a scream and he flopped down on his back, holding his dislocated knee. Taking a deep breath he quickly relocated it and shakily stood back up.
"It has been too long since someone has struck me. This calls for correction."
The Ninja pulled out a chain and sickle with a weight at the other end of the chain and turned to the Wraith who had pulled out two wooden batons in response.
Before the Wraith could react the chain wrapped around his batons as his weapons were pulled from him. He jumped back as the sickle came mere inches from disemboweling him. As tried to rush the Ninja but the weight came crashing into his legs, almost breaking them and making him fall to the ground.
He rolled out of the next attack as the weight came crashing down on where he was. The Sickled came again and cut open his left leg, and then his left arm. More attacks came from the dark and more cuts and bruises formed on Izuku's body.
Jebus Lil Dew! use your fucking hearing god damn it!
The Wraith looked around him, trying to find his opponent. The tinkling of chains behind him told him what he needed to know; As he spun around a sickle came from behind a cut a large gash across his back.
Before he could even think of reacting, the same sickle attached to a chain wrapped around him, as if it was acting on its own. The sickle embedded itself into his gut and the chain pulled him into the darkness; screaming in pain as it left a trail of his own blood.
He came to a stop as the chain twisted and the sickle left his stomach. It was a miracle he wasn't cut open. He shakily stood up and saw the Ninja looking at him while swinging the sickle in a circular motion.
"Every second you are here my respect for you grows. You show great manners, you can keep up with me, strike me when few others could. And no you power through what must be unimaginable pain. It was nice to meet you Wraith. Goodbye"
The Ninja then swung his sickle at the Wraith, but he caught it with his mutated arm and quickly wrapped the excess chain around it. He was about to show this guy just how well metal conducts Nexus Energy.
Sparks of Energy ran from his arm and into the chain in an arm. In less than a second, the Nexus bolt had traveled the full length of the chain and shot the ninja backward, Most of his outfit charred, and the flesh around his hands and arms covered with third-degree burns.
Shakily Izuku stepped forwards. "I-I win."
Slowly the ninja stood up and bowed before the Vigilante. "You are as cunning as you are skilled. It was an honor to fight one such as yourself, worry not I will fight you no more. Your cause is noble and I hope you succeed in your efforts, Young Warrior."
Izuku stepped backward in shock, "Why?"
"The Yakuza were once an Honorable Organization, but that changed under the new management. Overhaul brings dishonor to the name of Yakuza. I hope to meet you when you've become a truly formidable warrior. Until then."
"Wait! What about the-"
"He is on the table." With that final word, the Ninja disappeared. Izuku looked at the sole table in the room and saw a small box on it… He decided against opening it.
Subject Midoriya
Threat Level: Zeta
List of (Developed) Powers
Heightened Senses(Still Developing)
Advanced Strength(Still Developing)
Advanced Reflexes(Still Developing)
4x faster than Normal Person
Nexus Bolt(Still Developing)
Nexus Wail
BULLET-TIME
Advanced Metabolism(Staunches bleeding faster than normal, allows for minor healing factor. Setback, Subject need to eat large amounts of food)
Minor Empath abilities(Requires touch to activate)
Mutated Limb(Right arm, acts as a conduit for Nexus based attacks)
Martial Arts and Weapon based Training
Boxing (Adept)
Krav Maga(Adept)
Muay Thai(Adept)
Jiu-jitsu(Adept)
Ninjutsu(Beginner)
Escrima(Basic)
Current Inventory
Black Long coat, Black Cargo pants, black compression shirt, combat boots, upper arm padding(Left arm), lower arm padding(Left arm), compression wrist wrap(left arm), Black Fingerless Glove(You guessed it; left arm).
2 Wooden batons, 12 Steel-tipped darts, 24 zip ties.
Subject Stats
STRENGTH: C
AGILITY: B
SPEED: B
ENDURANCE: C
INTELLECT: A
TACTICAL: B
AWARENESS: B
SOCIAL: D
This one took a while, didn't it? So months One through Five are done and this is most definitely the longest chapter I have ever made. And I will never make a chapter this long ever again. You cannot make me. All jokes aside I'm actually pretty proud of this one, sure it was a bit of a pain in the ass, but I enjoyed it. And I'd like to thank Quentin3655 for helping me come up with a lot of ideas you will see in later chapters. Until next time.
Guest: Yes Sir
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