Introduction
It all began in Keikei city in China, with the news that a bioluminescent baby was born. After that, "exceptional" individual began appearing all over the world. It was this phenomenon that made the exceptional, mundane. Currently, eighty percent of the world's population possesses a strange power, called a "quirk." In order to train those who wish to use their quirks for good, hero academies have been set up to instill the values of justice and responsibility in the next generation.
It is an age of wonder, an age of adventure, an age…of heroes.
Prologue
It was the dead of night, and the traffic on the freeway was barely existent. The only people driving at this hour were businessmen coming home from a late shift, or workers going to their night jobs. It was these passing cars that provided any noise in the usual dead hours. However, among the usual groups of middle class cars, stood out a truck, a very heavily armored one that had a large gold M on the side. It was this truck that caught the attention of a figure standing atop a highway sign, with a backpack and rope next to him.
The person had a diving suit, the kind that would have been used in the twentieth century. However, the brown fabric that usually made up the body of the outfit was instead modern black synthetic cloth. The gloves and boots were things you would find at a military hardware store, and were black with tints of silver on them. On the left thigh was a grey flare gun in a black holster that fit with the rest of the outfit. Opposite the flare gun was a holster that housed five flare rounds, like a shotgun shell belt. There was also a belt with a silver buckle that helped fit a knife holster on the lower left back side for ease of reach. However, next to the knife, was a single red flare, fit in-between the belt and bodysuit. On the right arm there was a device that looked like a flamethrower with a revolver spray nozzle had been attached to a large metal plate that fit snuggly around the arm. Coming out of the device was a clear tube that was attached to a small silver coupler on the wrist and held to the body by small elastic straps. There was a red liquid that could be seen in it.
There were two silver oxygen tanks fitted on the back. Instead of connecting to the helmet itself, there was a single plastic cord coming out of where the tubes from the two met. This tub followed along the left shoulder and all the way up the arm until it stopped at the wrist as well. It too was connected into a small silver coupler, fastened to the body with elastic straps, and a red liquid could be seen traveling through it. A silver roller clamp could also be found attached to the tube in the middle of the forearm. The silver helmet for the suit was still the kind you would find in the twentieth century, except with no grate in front of the face glass. The grated side openings also had their usual glass fixtures replaced with fabric to allow for better hearing, nor were there any breathing tube or apparatus. But something to note is that the face glass was tinted a deep, dark red, so that no one could see the face inside.
The figure started to prepare. First, he turned the nozzle head until it was at the desired setting with a click. Then pointing it up at the air, he pressed a button on the trigger in his right hand, sending an arc of red liquid into the sky until it splattered on the ground making a giant puddle. Adjusting the nozzle again while also releasing the roller clamp on his left arm so that the red liquid could start flowing, the figure then pointed it at the ground this time, and made a tiny puddle that was connected to the larger one by a small stream. Finally, the flare was taken out and held in place. The truck kept coming down the freeway at a steady pace, and once it reached a certain point, the figure lit up the flare, and dropped it at the perfect moment. It went falling down until it hit the small red pool that suddenly lit up like gasoline. The fire followed the trail that led directly to the larger red pool, which exploded with great force once it reached it, right under the truck itself.
The truck was turned on its side, and went sliding down the road as the metal screeched under it sending sparks everywhere. The cars behind it slammed on their brakes seeing the ensuing chaos. Finally, the vehicle stopped, and this is when the person atop the billboard acted. He grabbed the rope and made sure it was secured to the railing in front of him. Snatching the backpack, the figure slide down with it until he reached the street. Making a beeline for the turned over truck, he climbed on top of the it, and got a spray can and a large metal circle with a handle running through it out of the pack. Spraying a large amount of a wet, gel-like substance right in the middle of the gold M, and then quickly placed the metal circle over it. The gel began to dry with a cracking noise, and as the person in the diving suit made sure everything was secure, the cocking of guns could be heard.
"FREEZE!" shouted two security guards, presumably the ones driving the truck. They were both bloody and beat-up given that they just survived a crash, but that didn't stop them from pointing their guns straight at the figure's head.
"You are currently trying to steal from the Meka corporation. Please put both arms in the air, or we will open fire!"
The person on top of the truck did as he was told, slowly putting both arms in the air. Seeing the full detail of who was trying to steal the contents of the truck, both guards had a flash of realization come across their faces.
"Holy crap, it's Bloodsport."
"Yeah, be careful."
However as they said the words, a blinding light shone down on them, accompanied with the sounds of a helicopter. A large cable with a hook attached to it suddenly dropped next to the robber, who quickly made sure it was secure to the handle of the large metal disk. Giving a thumbs up to the chopper, the cable was then pulled taught, and both the truck and the robber started to go up. As vision returned to the guards, they were able to catch a glimpse of Bloodsport giving them a salute goodbye. It was then that the helicopter, truck, and villain disappeared into the night sky, all at once.