Supreme Kai of Booty: Ah, that sucks, but at least the pizza was good, yeah?

Oblivious IJ: Me too, ah man, maybe Tai can remember that next time.

Gold crown dragon: I wouldn't really call them reference characters, more so unintentional references.

Nemris: Yep, that's true. Just wanted to cover it just in case for some others might feel differently about it (you'll never know). Thank you! I really enjoyed that scene too :D

The days were moving pretty quickly in the prison Styx, Jin thought they would be a lot longer, but he summed it up due to the first few days he had arrived at the prison.

Soon things would slow down and catch up to him, before the slow drag of his sentence over-weighed any spectacular happenings within the famed jail.

It will turn into a gruelling existence until his sentence came to an end.

He didn't look forward to that.

As he was walking through the male ward, another prisoner had brushed past him, immediately causing Jin to hold his arm from the sudden pain that came out of nowhere. It wasn't horrible pain, but it was enough to make him hold his arm from the sudden scratch.

When he turned to face that prisoner (who was mostly likely the cause of the pain), he saw that he was wearing the standard orange jumpsuit with no alterations asides from the pair of dark sunglasses that sat on top of his head which housed bright blonde hair that was more golden than anything, which parted a bit towards the right and since his glasses were currently on his head, it showed his eyes and their bright blue colour.

But that wasn't what stood out to Jin. It was his skin.

This man's skin...looked just like sandpaper! His skin was sandpaper!

He grinned at him for a bit. "The name's Arai Surikizu, nice to meet ya."

"Your skin is...sandpaper?" Jin rubbed his arm from the attack.

"That's right, bucko. My quirk is Sandpaper."

Sandpaper: It's just like it sounds, Arai's skin is sandpaper!

It was too late when Jin registered that Arai had closed the distance between them, with a sudden block, he had managed to withstand the physical attack.

But that wasn't Arai's intention at all.

"Shit." Jin looked down to his arms as he winced a little. His attack still hurt, it was just a graze that still managed to hurt him. "The force of his attacks coupled with that quirk is...a real pain."

Jin raised his hand as Arai seemed prepared to attack again or do one of those graze punches. He was going to use his quirk...until.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was a brief recollection before he found himself down on the ground from the sudden punch from the prisoner who made sure his long sleeves were rolled up for the battle. With a quirk like his, Jin could tell that despite the quirk, he was skilled in using it effectively.

When he did finally look up at Arai, Arai looked a bit puzzled because of his odd actions. Not that Jin would really blame him for getting hit when he was about to fight back.

"I can't…" he held his hand to the side as crystals started to appear and take shape into that of a stick, though he quickly brandished it as a sword. "This is the best I can do."

He couldn't bring himself to use it on another person.

Arai whistled as he watched the formation of the crystals. "Looks a bit rough, but don't worry. I can smooth it out for ya."

Jin threw the stick, an easy dodge, allowing Arai to charge in, but what he didn't account for was what was behind him. He only got enough information due to the soft changes in Jin's face. Looking back, he saw the stick coming back. So this was his quirk...

Crystallisation: Jin can convert all sorts of matter into crystals which he can use as (and turn into) a weapon! While he can use it on others and even manipulate pre-existing creations (within a radius), the more complex a creation or action, the more it exhausts him! Though, they are still crystals at the end of the day.

The sandpaper skinned man sent himself falling back into the oncoming crystal stick. Though, as he did this, he noticed that it's speed had lowered, allowing him to dodge under the attack. "Heh. I see now."

Grabbing a hold of his weapon, he swung it down but to no avail. "Nice try, but hey, let me smooth it out for ya, buddy." Arai who had caught the crystal stick like a samurai catching a falling katana, he soon began to rub his hands together like he was trying to start a fire.

Jin pulled back his weapon, glancing down at the now smoothed out area that Arai had put there. Though taking his eyes off his opponent was a bad one as Arai's hand gripped around the fresh blood's neck. When he did let go, Jin jumped back, putting some distance between them.

Arai dusted his hands off as he looked pleased with himself. "That should do it for you."

Those words immediately caused Jin to get on the defensive, backing away as he kept his guard up. "Was his quirk a ruse? Is there an additional effect?!" With these thoughts, it was confusing to the black haired crystalizer when Arai put his hands into his pockets and began walking away!

"I thought you were here to fight?" he called out, causing Arai to stop dead in his tracks and look back.

The sandpaper man chuckled as he fixed his sunglasses. "Fight? No, no. I was just here to rough you up a little, but I guess I ended up polishing ya, ain't that right, crystal."

Jin ignored the sudden nickname as his mind drifted to who sent him if he was ordered to rough him up. Arai dug his hand into his pocket, bringing out what Jin could only be contraband in Styx.

It looked to be a packet of smokes.

"For a packet of smokes? You're a smoker?"

Arai waved it off. "Nah, not really, but some other people in here are. This packet is enough to get something worthwhile in return."

"Ah, I see now, currency...wait," Jin watched as Arai pocketed the packet and immediately walked away again, seemingly pleased with his work and no intention of stopping again. "Who sent you?!"

Sadly, Jin's call didn't even get Arai to respond. It was as if he didn't want to hear him, was he really ignoring him now? Right now, the black haired prisoner just needed some time to himself, so he picked a random table to sit at.

Not long after sitting down however, a bald man had walked over and slammed his hand down on the table. That was the first thing Jin had noticed, the hand. It was relatively normal asides from the missing ring finger, which had some sort of...cover over it? It didn't look like it was bandaged properly, that was for sure and seemed to easily pop off.

Odd.

When Jin finally looked up at this bald man, he had noticed that there was some tattoos on the man, mostly over the right side of his face, around the eye that seemed to be tribal at the very least or in a similar style.

"So I heard you met with Fumma." Jin, looking over this man with a bit of hidden caution nodded. "And I also heard that you said you'll think over it?"

Once more, Jin nodded, wondering who this man was.

"How long has it been since then? At least over a day?"

"Yeah, and I'm still considering it."

The bald man growled before his other hand, formed into a tight fist, slammed down much harder. "You little piece of shit! You came to Fumma only to consider joining?!"

"Yeah," was the casual reply.

If the table wasn't bolted down, the bald man would have flipped it, so he instead settled for another strike at the table, hoping it would at least dent from the impact, but it did no such thing.

He glanced to the sandpaper skinned man who walked away. "Useless piece of...no matter. If I want a job done right—"

For some reason, something had compelled Jin to respond immediately with, "but you ordered him for a light rough up."

Jin summed it up to being that he, Arai, was a better person than this ring fingerless man from their very short discussion.

"Shut up you!" the man suddenly exploded in anger. "You're wasting Fumma's time!"

Jin watched as the man pulled off that cover off that was on his left hand, where his ring finger was meant to be. What confused Jin was the fact that blood began to seep out of it. "Are you—" Jin found himself whipped when he showed a moment's concern for the bald prisoner.

As the blue eyed prisoner rubbed the side of his head from the sudden attack, he glanced up to see that very same tattooed prisoner grinning down at him, brandishing his own quirk.

When the blood poured out of the open wound, a long red tendril of blood came out and formed a rather sharp looking bladed tip to it as it seemed to be very flexible, and he had to wonder how long it could go.

Jin had no time to think as his new opponent came swinging, the long red tendril would have left a nasty gash on his torso if he didn't move in time. Holding out his hand, the same stick that he used in his short lived battle with Arai rushed over to his hand, just in time to block the next incoming strike. Creating it was easy, controlling it afterwards was not.

The stick proved useful as it blocked the more lethal looking attacks his opponent dished out as a thought went through his mind.

You can't win a fight by simply dodging.

So now, he went on the offensive from a safe distance, creating small crystals in his hand to fire off in his direction. It seemed to be effective, though...he was shocked to see that the bald man didn't even dodge or block the attacks, allowing himself to get cut. "Hehe, thanks for that." Jin watched as the cuts gave way to more tendrils.

"No wonder he didn't dodge my attack!"

Now Jin was forced to block more blood blade attacks! Now backed into the wall, he needed time to create nearby crystals and due to the flailing whips of blood, a sneak attack might not be that effective The tattooed man was aware of the previous fight after all.

So he focused on blocking at the moment, coating his arms in similar crystals while he used the stick to block, however as he used the crystal stick to block the attacks, the tendril of blood (from the ring finger) came swinging down with all its might.

After all the attacks to the centre of his crystal weapon, he had managed to break it in two! Yet the swing still came down and Jin panicked...as the blade formed from blood froze as crystals formed.

"What?" the man missing a ring finger cut off his quirk, detaching it from the open wound as his improv weapon turned into a crystal which gave birth to an opening.

Jin used this opportunity, though surprised himself as it was far from his intentions to actually affect the blood blade, grabbed a hold of the new weapon and slashed. Thankfully for his opponent, it wasn't a serious blow, but it did send him falling backwards though.

As the bald man stumbled up, prepared to attack Jin once more, a hand planted itself firmly onto his shoulder. "What's the big idea, le—" anything he was going to say died there as he saw just who grabbed a hold of him. "F-Fumma!"

After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, he spoke. "What are you doing?"

The man was frozen to his core.

"What. Happened. Here?" Fumma's grip was firmer than before, no, it was beginning to tighten around the bald man's shoulder.

"T-This guy...was wasting your time!"

Fumma raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. "I'm sorry Jin, a few of my devoted followers are a bit...too loyal."

"Ah, a loyalist..." The crystallisation user now had a better understanding as he let the crystals on his arms fall off and making sure they (and the other crystals) broke or rather turned pretty much into dust, so the other inmates wouldn't get their hands on it.

"Now, for you." Fumma's piercing vision at the bald, tattooed man struck through to his very soul. "I shall deal with you later, be sure to appear before me later."

The bald man gave Jin a harsh look before he ran off, causing the Fumma to run a hand through his hair. "Once again, I apologise for this. Take as long as you require—"

"Actually, I've been thinking about it, but it's a bit too vague with everything, but...I am thinking about taking you up on that offer."

Honestly, Jin was still unsure and more importantly, still very wary of the group, but if a fight broke out, the 'boss' would come join the underlings, right? Protect the herd, or at least, the more valuable members of said herd.

The group leader scratched his chin. "Are you now...hmm, perhaps I should play my part and make things clearer for you."

"That would be good."

Fumma walked past the young prisoner, looking at the rest of prison. "I'm not looking for any sort of power group."

Jin would have called bullshit if it wasn't for the man's expression. You could hide a lot of things, but the eyes were a give away in most cases, and those eyes didn't seek power.

"I suppose you can say, this group reminds me of the outside, perhaps this group that people have flocked to is just me wanting to experience my old outside life? Either way, there's no real greater purpose for it."

"...it does have a reason...right?" Jin didn't believe that, there had to be something.

But if there truly wasn't…

"You know, people say seeing is believing." Fumma had a rather...curious look in his eye as Jin continued, "words can be made up, but actions can't, so how about showing me firsthand?"

Fumma began shaking, causing Jin to prepare himself, this would be three for three if he attacked, but his worries were for naught as a chuckle escaped the boss' lips. "Now that's a first."

Eh?

"Eh?"

Fumma, now with a much brighter look on his face, ceased his chuckle. "I have to admit, no one has ever proposed that sort of idea. Very well, for such an amusing answer, let's give you a week trial. I doubt you'd be disappointed."

Jin didn't really expect that to work, but he'd take what he was given. He didn't want to look this gift horse in the mouth either as a slight sigh of relief escaped his own lips.

Seems like things had worked out.

One of Akita's followers, the one with the ability to broadcast, was well on her way to Akita's cell. Though she stopped a far distance, watching a guard walk out of the cell she was going to as he fixed up his hat with a sigh before he went to continue his patrol.

The inmate stopped in her tracks. "Should I go see her?" she wondered. It seemed like she was busy, perhaps needing some rest. "...I should still go see her."

Withholding any type of thought, she quickened her pace and entered the cell, revealing Akita on her own bed with her own grey bed sheet draped over her body.

"Oh," she noticed the new arrival to her cell, "make yourself comfortable, I know I am."

The woman hesitated for a second, ignoring Akita's wink as she spied the prison garbs in the corner of the cell in a messy pile. "How are you feeling today?" she asked the dark haired woman.

"Could be better," she purred, locking eyes with one of her girls. "In fact, it's a good thing you came here~"

"It is?"

"Mhm," she beckoned the woman over. "I'm a bit bored right now."

Once the woman arrived, Akita leaned forward a bit, holding the sheet close. "I want you to use that quirk of yours to show me a wonderful time."

Without questioning her orders, the woman quickly started to prepare for her quirk's usage. Her quirk was quite useful yet pretty basic, which lined up with how she got thrown in jail in the first place.

It allowed her to broadcast a few different places in her vicinity, very useful. Though it had limitations, such as only being able to swap between a few 'channels' as she called them and the requirements that were needed to be able to broadcast them in the first place.

You could quickly piece together the reasoning behind her being put behind bars. Akita paid it no mind though as she now stared at the screen.

So she decided to just surf the very limited options.

"Next channel."

Outside, in the female ward, Sora still felt irritated. Last night she eventually found herself feeling like herself, but now, once again, she felt highly irritated.

Though, it wasn't just her this time. A few of the others felt a little bit irritated too, but nothing on the current level of irritated that Sora was feeling. The group of four that consisted of Sora, Koneko, Demelza and Nozomi had decided to spend the day outdoors, but that's when it started.

They had also spotted Yua, Fushiko, Chikuha and Ashita too. Yua and Ashita however were more distance and away from them but Fushiko was more than glad to wave them over once she had noticed them.

"Oh hey!" Fushiko waved, as she then looked over to Demelza. "Hey, this is that new girl I heard about, yeah? We get to finally meet! Nice to meet ya, I'm Fushiko, and I'm pretty sure you know Chikuha, but the other two are Yua and Ashita."

To Demelza, despite the earlier mishap with Chikuha, she could tell that these two were very joyful compared to Yua and Ashita in the back, which didn't seem like joyful company as much, more so Yua than Ashita.

"Nice to meet you!" she greeted the other two, in which Ashita was the one to approach first. "I'm—"

"Demelza Brathwaite, I know." the playful tone of Ashita's voice danced in the goth-like prisoners' ears.

"You do?"

"Yep, and I know a lot." the tone was a bit too playful. "I know everything including your criminal record, so don't be a Killjoy, alright?"

It was as if a wave of fear overcame the usually upbeat girl.

Yua on the other hand, wasn't as vocal. Her expression was stoic in a sophisticated way and the one thing Demelza would take away from this was: calm. Very calm.

She gave her a nod before Chikuha barged in, coming right up to the masked girl.

"We meet again, eh?" Chikuha grinned, causing a frown to appear on Nozomi for a second.

"Just don't go starting fights again..." the classy Nozomi sighed, which Chikuha respond smoothly.

"I already had my fun, chill out." the bomber then perked an eyebrow as she noticed Sora. "What's wrong with her?"

"S-She's been a bit irritated since we've came out here," the hood wearing Koneko softly mumbled.

Nozomi paused for thought, she did feel a little agitated too.

While that was happening, Demelza watched like some third wheel as she noticed someone next to her that wasn't there before.

It was a woman with a mantle of black feathers that held a basketball. "Your friend seems pretty irritated, why not get that frustration out by playing some basketball?"

Demelza looked down at the woman's hands, to see said basketball. "Um...thanks?"

"Oh, how rude of me. Chie Shigeki." the introduction was briefly, incredibly so.

Before Demelza could even say a word, the feather mantle woman left, leaving the new masked prisoner with the basketball.

"Uh...any of you guys want to play basketball?" the newest inmate of the group offered, holding the basketball up.

"That sounds fun! Let's do it!" Fushiko quickly agreed to such a game and Chikuha was quick to follow.

"Sounds fun, why the fuck not."

When Fushiko turned to Yua and Ashita, they had already responded with sitting on a bench facing the basketball court with both of them on opposite ends of the bench. "Ah, seems Yua and Ashita are just gonna watch."

Demelza looked down at the ball in her hands. Since she was the one who brought it up, she thought that she'd might as well join in, plus it seemed to be a very joyful sport.

The agitated Sora had already walked onto the basketball court. "Sure, let's do it...might help." she muttered the last part under her breath, this should get her to relax a bit.

"Hey, you two should join us." Chikuha grinned, pointing at both Nozomi and Koneko. "A two-on-two isn't as fun as a three-on-three."

"I do feel a little agitated..." Nozomi then walked onto the court next after weighing her options and deciding that the game could help release this sudden build up of agitation. "Very well, I shall join in too."

"Sweet, now hurry the fuck up kitten."

Said kitten just pulled her hoodie down. "I...I'm not sure you'd want me on a team..."

The woman with constellation tattoos shook her head. "That's not gonna cut it, now get onto the field and even the playing field."

Meekly, the cat quirked girl joined the game. Next came about the teams for this quick basketball match, they settled on Sora, Nozomi and Demelza being on one team with Koneko joining Chikuha and Fushiko.

Now on the court, a three-on-three, the game was about to begin. They asked if one of the watchers would throw the ball in at the start of the match, which Ashita did, tossing the ball into the court.

Now the game was truly on.

As the basketball hit the court, both Sora and Chikuha went straight in with Sora grabbing the ball first before quickly passing it off to Nozomi.

The eldest inmate on the court caught the ball, but when Fushiko was the one to come at her, the eye-patch wearing inmate sent the ball to Demelza. Dribbling the ball for a second, she was more worried about Chikuha that grinned at her.

"Demelza now!" she heard Sora call out, and she took her chance, passing the ball to Sora who immediately threw the ball at the opposing side's hoop.

Though it didn't go through as it was caught with ease.

The one to stop the shot was none other than Koneko! She caught the ball with grace and landed gently on the ground. Demelza went to steal the ball but was taken aback by the sudden appearance of claws!

Cat: This quirk grants Koneko cat-like features such as her ears, eyes and a tail as well as some cat-like abilities, heightening both her hearing and sense of smell and the ability to use retractable claws for example!

"Right, quirks are allowed in these 'prison rules'," the goth looking prisoner thought before Koneko had managed to slip right on past her.

With the introduction of quirks in today's world and with how many generations they've been around for, sports was one of the few things to both change and yet remain the same. Much like the laws that existed to prevent people from using their quirks out in public (unless they were a hero), that also extended to sports.

The first notable sports-based international event that came to mind was the Olympics. They were suspected to the same anti-quirk usage.

Much like taking drugs to up your performance, quirks were banned from use. Even in other sports like rugby, hockey, baseball and even something like table tennis, a lot of sports encouraged the non-use of quirks. It gave some people the upper hand in that regard. Possessing a wind-based quirk in baseball? Easy home-runs.

Though when it came to mutant quirks, there was always that uncertainty and almost hard to pin rules. As long as it didn't dominate the sport or were used like a pair of wings, but people nowadays were more interested in heroes than anything else, so sports, were kind of an afterthought or a hobby.

It was a hero focused world after all. Was it due to the quirk usage? Maybe. The fame? Most likely, but villains had that too. That was a discussion for another day.

"S-Sorry," came the meek tone of the cat who passed on by with the ball.

As Koneko darted past the mask wearing prisoner, she came face to face with Sora who said with the sweetest tone, "can you give me that ball?"

What did Koneko do? Well, she handed her the ball as if in a trance as Sora dribbled past, having to focus with Fushiko and Chikuha who were busy with Demelza and Nozomi interfering with them.

"KONEKO! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Chikuha's scream got Koneko to jolt. "God damn it..."

Charmer's Voice: When in use, it allows Sora to more easily sweet talk (convince) someone to command them temporarily for short amounts of time. Though, it doesn't always work and the shorts times are varied with a max of using it on two people at a time.

Sora grinned only to have the ball immediately stolen by Fushiko. "I dropped my guard!" Sora tried to steal the ball back, but that was in vain.

Why was it in vain? Well, a team finally scored a point as Fushiko slam dunked the basketball into the hoop. "Haha! Woo!" she cheered, throwing the ball to her opponents. "First point goes to us!"

"Damn it..." Sora mumbled as she bounced the ball.

"Come on, you won't score another damn point." Chikuha was way too into it, shuffling some small rocks and pebbles in her hands before the two teams went at it again.

The team consisting of Sora, Demelza and Nozomi went on the offensive, their sole goal was to score a point. The two teams were locked in a struggle once more as the ball kept going back and forth between them. It didn't take long for someone to get a clean shot as the oldest inmate in the group threw the ball.

Nozomi was about to score and gain a point for her team, yet once again they were denied as a small explosion sent it off course. It was quite sour for the eye-patch wearing inmate.

"This...is going to go on for a while, isn't it?" wondered Nozomi, as she felt a bit annoyed.

Things seemed to be in a loop, shots didn't connect most of the time and when someone did score, it didn't do much to alleviate the frustration both sides were going through, such as now. Chikuha scowled at Sora, who shared her expression after yet another back and forth and they weren't the only ones, though, some were more irritated, agitated and frustrated than others.

It seemed as if the whole court was slowly growing frustrated...

As Yua and Ashita watched the slowly devolving game, the young woman with oleander flowers scattered throughout her light green hair spied over to the opposite end of the basketball court, at the benches at the complete over side.

"...Ashita."

"Hm?" the older woman of the two glanced over to Yua who sat at the opposite end of the bench.

"Do you see that person over there?"

The information broker followed her gaze to see the woman with the black mantle made of feathers. "Chie Shigeki." As she watched that specific woman, she sighed. "...I see now. With her here, then the whole devolving game of basketball makes more sense now."

Yua's expression never changed but she did get off the bench. "You're going over to her?" asked the info broker, in which the woman with oleander petal eyelashes began to head over.

"Come on."

Ashita's eyes darted from Yua to Chie and back again. "Wouldn't it just be better to inform the others of this instead?"

"...You and I both know that involving them at this point isn't a good idea, especially with someone like Chikuha."

With a sigh, the dyed haired woman stood. "Then I hope you have a plan if things go violent."

Yua said nothing as the pair began making their way towards Chie.

Standing on top of a basketball hoop, was a bare-chested man wearing a wide-brimmed hat as his scarf flowed in the breeze.

"Oi! Get down, we're trying to have a match here." a rather rude voice called out. There were two convicts here with one holding a ball.

Holding his right hand as if he was about to flip a coin, he gazed down onto the one holding a basketball. He performed the flipping action, though the action was incredibly fast! The inmate holding onto the basketball suddenly found themselves hurling towards the ground from a sudden hit to their head.

As the second inmate's buddy fell to the ground, the cowboy took this opportunity to jump back down. Once he landed, the second inmate was ready to throw hands, which the cowboy responding to this by holding both of his hands next to hips, like he was in western showdown, though both hands were in the same position, ready to flip coins that weren't there.

"Draw!" with the sudden shout, the cowboy flicked both his thumbs with incredible speed, in which the opposing inmate blocked with his arms. The arms of the inmate had coated themselves in a substance that was most likely metal, acting as a pair of gauntlets.

The brimmed hat man whistled. "Nice reaction, but can you handle this?"

If the single action of flicking his thumbs was fast, then he had already surpassed that speed with what came next. He began flicking both of his thumbs, as if flipping hundreds of coins. All of which attacked the guarding inmate as they had no real idea what was hitting them but they were already being pushed back from the barrage.

"You know, you shouldn't leave yourself open, pardner."

The arm coated inmate got hit in the leg and immediately lost his balance...and the second leg was next to be hit, causing the man to fall. The only reason he wasn't kissing the dirt was because of his arms.

It now looked like he was surrendering or bowing to the cowboy.

"You got a decent quirk, nothing spectacular, but I guess you did fine." the cowboy grinned, throwing an arm around his neck. "And that's what I like to see. Hey, you busy later?"

"...what?"

"Are you free later? I think we can put that unpolished talent to good use." the cowboy just patted his back and whispered into his ear. "Meet me there later if you're interested."

He had left the inmate almost immediately after that, planning on ignoring any questions they might have for him, but he quickly spied some more interesting inmates. "Well, well. Let's go say hi." and with that, he had found a new target.

It was just another day for 'Quickdraw' Mulhall.

Dahlia had spent that time for nothing as when she finally arrived to that scene yesterday, it was already dealt with. As she continued her daily patrol, she decided to head over to the break room, seeing as it was almost time for her break.

When she finally got off her patrol and into the break room, she quickly sat down on one of the luxurious black couches in the room, though she wasn't alone in the break one.

Sitting at a table, stirring a teaspoon in a cup of tea was one of her coworkers, Yukiko.

"Did you have a nice patrol?" the guard clad in white asked. "I would make you a cup of tea, but da-hong pao tea is quite expensive and I only have a small amount to work with, though, I could brew some lapsang souchong tea, I have enough quantity of that to share."

She then took a sip of her tea, which Dahlia shifted her position, now laying down on the couch. "Now I can see why this old da-hong pao tea is so expensive." the tea drinker continued in a way that was mainly to herself but informing Dahlia about it.

As she talked, Dahlia only had one thought: "Just drink your tea and give me some peace and quiet already."

Despite all the tea talk, Dahlia had decided what she was going to have for lunch today.

Fuck.

He was locked up in his cell again.

To make things worse, he was fed that nutraloaf stuff. "Tch." Nothing he could really do from his cell, so he just choose to tough it out and just pick off parts of this 'loaf' shit that was dumped onto him.

While it was bland as hell, he did recognise it as being better than just starving in his cell for god knows how long. There was one good thing that he was locked up in here though, something he had overheard some whispering (and whimpering) inmates that he was about to smash into dust...or just give a punch to the face, either one.

Someone was going around doing the exact same thing, well, their reasoning had to be different, but the end result was the same: the 'victims' (if you could call them that) all ended up beaten and broken, much like how he hunted down his fellow inmates.

The only thing Gousen could do was scoff at the thought. "Fucking parasites." and went straight back to eating the cardboard-like loaf. It was the only thing he was given since he had been locked back up in his cell.

At least it was better than starving.

Akita whistled and smirked as she watched the girls played a game of basketball. It was a great coincidence that she had stumbled across such an event thanks to the broadcast and it was a really entertaining game they were playing, but soon that smirk of hers soon dropped as the game continued.

As she watched her girls get violent with each other during said game.

As they soon began to fight each other, though still to the rules of basketball.

The woman quickly took in the scene, her eyes settled on two on the bench watching, Yua and Ashita...though, it seems they had figured it out before her as she followed their gazes to a woman.

"That bitch."

Another chapter down, thanks for tuning in! :D

Despite this arc being sort of slow compared to the other future arcs I have planned (sort of), in terms of how many chapters left for the first arc, well, you'll see. I also have some ideas with a lot of your characters haha. A lot of things can potentially happen to your character and their roles in the plot, so keep that in mind. You did send them to a syoc after all and the surprise is what happens to em~! ;) Oh, what could happen.

Speaking about characters, get prepared to see Tai and Arai throughout the story as they're going to be my main two OCs in the story. Got some fun facts too, which I'll hold onto later.