A.N: Thank you all. I'm so thankful for everyone being so understanding with the current state that I'm in, and for your support. Also, good lord we're already at 200 Reviews, and over 150 Follows with Favs not too far behind! You guys are honestly the best. Onto reviews!
SkeenTheDream: Oh don't worry dude, he ain't gonna get away without an earful ;D. Glad you liked the chapter, and thank you so much for your support dude, it really means more than you know.
StandUpKeepMovingForward: Happy you liked the fight my guy! ANd honestly, you have no clue how much I appreciate the encouragement dude: when I first saw the review, I laughed for a bot, so thank you again dude ;)
Ragnas Bredvolts: 3000 indeed man, his death still gets to me sometimes :C. For the Bane treatment... well, you'll just have to read on for a bit longer ;P. Also really happy you liked the chapter dude! The fight can be considered an Omen for what's to come a bit later in the story, and I hope I got that message across. You aren't wrong in calling the punch a 'corkscrew', but it's actually from the boxing anime Hajime no Ippo, totally give it a watch! Thank you once again dude, and I hope that you too have a glorious day!
ChernoAlpha117: Thank you once again dude! Once again, I really appreciate the understanding and support, and I'll do my best to keep moving forward. Love you dude!
Fsecret: Welcome aboard the train dude, I'm so happy that you're enjoying all the ideas I wanted to mash together so far! No to mention, every time a fight comes up, I really wanted it to FEEL as if Bruce Buffer was yelling 'IIIIIITS... SHOOOWTIIIIIIIME!' right there with you, and I'm happy I was able to get that across. I'll do my best to keep up the work!
Guest: Aha, funny you should mention that! Don't get me wrong, it's a completely valid point and something that I'll address a bit later down the line (or sooner than you think), but part of the charm of Bnha is yelling out attack names. It helps with the visualisation for the respective hero's attack, and allows the move itself, even if it's just a simple punch, to become something much more than that. However, you ultimately ARE correct, and it's something that gets addressed. Not for all characters, mind you, but it will be implimented. Thank you for your thoughts!
With all that said, back to the show!
Rumble, Young Man Rumble!
Chapter 34
Time to Reflect
Slowly but steadily, Satsujin woke up from his operation, all his wounds healed and broken bones set. He was still a good deal sore, no denying that, but it was leagues better than him Being on the verge of passing out from pain. He was surprised above all else that he was managed to run for that long: after all, his bones were rather weakened from his overuse of his Quirk, along with… whatever that new thing he did was. Still, his father's operation was successful, and that's all that really mattered.
"How do you feel?" Nobunaga asked, "I stitched together all the broken bones and muscular tissue perfectly."
"That you did pops," He groaned, "Sore, but I'm fine."
"Good, good," He nodded. "Now, I was made aware that Kendo Rappa was in the vicinity as well. Was he the one to cause this damage to you?"
"Yup!" Satsujin laughed, "Well, mostly. Part of it was from using my quirk too much. Also, next time you send out those tin-cans of yours, make sure that they stay outta the way when I'm fightin."
"…So you intentionally kept me from completing one of my main objectives?"
"That's what I just sai-!" Nobunaga's arm suddenly turned pitch back as he grabbed his son by the neck and threw him through a wall. His body crashed through the concrete and into the wider-area floor of the warehouse, Nobunaga quickly stepping through as his skin turned pitch black.
"YOU HAVE INTENTIONALLY SET ME BACK!" He roared, kimono bulging from the muscle underneath. "WHAT STUPIDITY LED YOU TO SUCH A DECISION!?" He stood over his son, raising a mighty fist in preparation to bring it down. When his son looked up at him with a wide grin and near pitch-black eyes, he hesitated in shock.
"Removal."
An uppercut to Nobunaga's stomach sent him flying into the air, undamaged but undeniably stunned. He righted himself and landed silently on his feet, beholding the transformation that his son had underwent: bulging muscle, writhing veins, purpled skin, and those eyes that looked so much like his own. Yet, it was not to last. Satsujin twitched, his grin turning to a grimace as his muscles violently began to contract and pull randomly, bones audibly creaking from under his skin before the transformation faded away. Nobunaga in turn calmed down, rushing over to check on his son.
"…What was…?"
"Something happened to me when I was fighting him," Satsujin sighed, sitting up as the pain faded. "He managed to beat me up real good, way more than any hero's gotten to me so far. I wanted to fight him some more, and that's what this happened. It felt like something snapped… nah, like something was removed. All that strength just came bursting forward."
"An evolved Quirk-factor!" Nobunaga's eyes lit up delight before he put his hand on top of his son's head, concentrating. "… it seems… as if you have manual control over the limiter to your muscular strength, including the new muscle created with your Quirk. Immensely potent, but dangerous to your bones, should they lack the integrity to support such monstrous strength. And to think that Kendo was responsible for your Evolution…!"
"See what I mean? Those tin-cans wouldn't have been able to touch him!" He laughed.
"… that is true," Nobunaga agreed. "And that applied to all my other targets. It appears that I have underestimated them. That still does not excuse you getting in my way, boy."
"Maybe," Satsujin chuckled, meeting his father's animalistic grin with one of his own. "But I'm not bound by your agenda. You ain't gonna force me to do what you want. I decide my own actions, and if you try that shit, I'll gut you alive."
"HA! Very well then," Nobunaga cackled, both of them standing up. "I will heal you again. After that… ice cream?"
"Rocky road," Satsujin said instantly.
"Bleh, you children and your overly sweet tastes," Nobunaga sighed, "So be it."
…
"You did WHAT!?"
"It was a matter of incredibly bad timing, sheer coincidence and negligence on my part," Nighteye said with a curt bow. "However, you storming into here and demanding things so rudely to my staff isn't exactly the most courteous action to take."
"Don't give me that Mirai! Your recklessness and inability to think forward led to my case being thrown out of a window. It's far worse considering that case is someone with enough raw power to punch through people like paper! It was your inability to contact me and leaving the fighting to some inexperienced child that Satsujin has escaped."
"Could you not argue that it was also your inability to solve this case and capture the criminal in time has also inadvertently led to this moment? As far as I was made aware, you have been quite busy for the past while, hmm? I find it odd just how occupied you've been ever since your youngest child turned… what, five years old? Have you already given up chasing All Might?"
"Choose those next words of yours very, very carefully Mirai Sasaki," Endeavor snarled, the flames of his face waning and warping more ferociously as he grabbed the taller man by the collar. "That tongue of yours won't save you from my wrath."
Just as he said that, the door to the office opened to reveal a bandaged-up Kendo, who despite his apparent injuries appeared to be in a pretty good mood… at least until he saw the Flame-Hero's fist bundled with his mentor's collar. "PUT HIM THE FUCK DOWN!" He leaped off the floor as shot himself straight at Endeavor, immediately blasting a kick into the man's ribs and sending him skidding backwards. Kendo grunted in pain as he landed shakily: his entire body was still in a great deal of pain from the fight with Satsujin, and though the major damage was taken care of, he was still in no shape to be active.
"Kendo, stand down!" Nighteye said sharply. "Please do go around attacking Pro-Heroes, that sets a bad precedent. Also, you shouldn't be straining your body so heavily."
"He lays another finger on you, I'm breaking something of his," Kendo snarled, his guard still up to fight.
"Tch, so you're the boy who allowed a murderer to escape," Endeavour spat, intending to walk up to the boy only for his ribs to grind together in pain. He froze for a moment, forcing down the sensation to walk up and face the teen, who actually stood about an inch taller than him. "You should never have been put up to a task like this, seeing as you can't handle something of this level yet."
"Still handled it better than you, asshat," Kendo shot back. "It's funny, seeing the Number 2 talk all this shit, yet you didn't once decide to deal with the problem yourself until now. Do you just like stealing credit for other people's cases too?"
"Potential or not," Endeavor said evenly, "You're out of your league kid, so watch what comes out of that mouth of yours."
"That's rich, coming from a shit-talker!" Kendo snorted, "Ain't you become the number 2 by twenty years old? Sounds kinda fishy to me. What, did you buy your way up the rankings? Threaten? Or did you just blow fire outta your ass? Born rich, born powerful and born with talent beyond anyone else… you've got no right to tell me that I'm out of my league when you were born more powerful than anyone!"
Endeavor's hand shot forward with a good deal of speed, and with Kendo unable to dodge thanks to his current state, he was grabbed and flipped over the Flame-hero's shoulder before being slammed back-first into the ground with a dull *THUD*. Just as Endeavor opened his mouth to deliver a scathing remark, all the air was knocked from his lungs as a foot crashed into his sternum, sending him skidding back and coughing. Kendo was quick to get to his feet, though his body trembled slightly.
"You green little BRAT!" Endeavor roared, the room instantly heating up for a moment before Nighteye stepped int front of him, a cold expression on his face.
"Endeavour, that's enough," He said sharply. "Kendo attacking for the sake of my safety is one thing. You will not be excused for attacking a teenager. Am I clear?" The two heroes glared at each other for a moment before the temperature died down, Endeavour promptly turning away.
"We will speak about this later," He grumbled before the door slammed shut behind him. Kendo promptly fell onto his ass, grunting in pain as his head swam. Nighteye was quick to check on him, naturally concerned for the wellbeing of his student.
"Are you alright?"
"I just got hip-thrown by someone my size and at full force," Kendo chuckled, his voice a bit strained as he steadied himself. "…Indestructible helped negate some of the damage, by my head's still kinda swimming."
"Mm, a mild concussion from your previous encounter," Nighteye summarised before lightly chopping him on the shoulder. "That was incredibly reckless of you! Forget attacking the Number 2 hero of all people, you're in no solid condition to be fighting for the rest of our internship."
"Boss, I don't care who it is or what shape I'm in, I'll deck anyone who thinks they can throw their weight around like that!"
"…hmph, your heart is in the right place," Nighteye hummed, helping him onto a seat, "But I'm afraid that Endeavour is somewhat correct in this instance."
"EH!? BULLSHIT!"
"It is true," Nighteye sighed as he sat down at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose. "My confidence in your ability manifested into my arrogance in regards to this mission. I was so sure of myself that I had neglected to use my Quirk whatsoever."
"…I mean, yeah, sure?" Kendo said with a shrug. "It was supposed to be a super low-risk mission, and the guy that I may or may not have had to go up against was supposed to be a C-Rank threat at most, right?
"Perhaps you are correct, but… it does not change the fact that I allowed my over-eagerness in proving myself to get the better of my logical judgement."
"Proving yourself to…?" Kendo trailed off as he remembered exactly who this man was a Sidekick for. "…oh." They sat in silence for a few moments, Kendo a bit unsure what to say. Everyone, everyone to some way or another looked up to the ceiling that was All Might. Hero trainees wanted to be like him, Kendo and Endeavour wanted to surpass him, hell, villains feared and respected him. In the case of Nighteye, he both looked up to him as the Symbol of Peace along with wanting to prove his worth as his sidekick. The sheer admiration for his idol seemed to have made him all-the-more eager to validate his abilities… even if that made him a bit reckless.
"…why'd you wanna prove yourself to him?" Kendo asked, the silence broken. Nighteye fixed him with a confused look. "Okay, bad wording. Everyone wants to prove themselves to All Might in some way. I think… I'm tryin' to ask why you're trying to prove yourself to him as you are now? You're already his sidekick, and you have been for a while now. I get it, you know? I get you wanting to achieve more, wanting to look at yourself and say that you've done something that you can call your own. And honestly, there's nothing wrong with that!"
"Kendo, you could've died during that mission," Nighteye stated.
"Duh," Kendo shot back with a grin, "We're heroes. It's an occupational hazard. Besides, you using your foresight wouldn't have changed that, one-hundred percent accuracy and all that jazz."
"…You're unbearably naive," Nighteye sighed, a small grin on his face.
"Oh, there ain't a doubt in the world about that!" Kendo laughed, slapping his knee. "Hey, who knows? Maybe one day, someone will come along and break through that Quirk of yours."
"Let's not get crazy now," Nighteye said lowly, only getting Kendo to laugh even more.
…
"SHAA!"
*CRACK*
"DAMMIT!"
Another shattered stone slab fell to the ground. Rumi stood there with her hands on her hips, an annoyed look on her face. "… okay, I know that I did it on that Super-Bot. I remember what hitting it felt like but…" She calmed down, relaxing herself. "Don't get worked up about it. Just relax… and back to basics." She hummed to herself as she idly picked up another slab, toying with it in her hands as she idly went through her basic kicks.
"Hmm… I relaxed more. All this tensing up makes me waste energy…" Unbeknownst to her, her cuts started to cut through the air more sharply than before. "Gotta… concentrate it all into one attack." Sharper, faster, her legs blurred more and more before she stopped, sighing. "Eh… maybe I'm getting ahead of myself." She idly tossed the slab she was holding into the air before she kicked at it without looking, ready to call it a day, until…
*SHKK*
Rumi suddenly felt a weight on her foot, yelping as she nearly fell face-first. She looked down, eyes bugging out as she saw how cleanly her foot had punched right through the rock, the rest of the slab undamaged.
"…huh."
(To Be Continued…)
A.N: So... Endeavour always gives off an impression of sheer size and intimidation, fairly enough, standing at 6 feet and 4 inches tall: Nighteye is actually 6 feet and SEVEN. It was weird of me to find that out too. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and peace out!