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Classification - A Rank and above
Name : Okamura Toshiaki
Occupation : Quirk Specialist, Paediatric Ward, Mustafu General Hospital
Rank : B, Recruiter
Quirk : Analysis
Type : Analysis is a rare pseudo-clairvoyance quirk. It is similar to Pro Hero Nighteye's Quirk as it can, in simple terms, predict the future. Thought to be a mutation of a great-grandfather on the subjects paternal side.
Effects : Analysis allows subject to learn the name of the Quirk as well as the effects of the Quirk in its base form, i.e before any form of systematic Quirk Training. It also allows subject to detect the 'influence' of the person who is being tested. Influence is a scale which manages to quantify how much the target is capable of influencing the future.
Advantages : Allows for easy retrieval of information concerning beneficial Quirks, high influence levels, targets of interest as well as potential hostiles.
Disadvantages : Analysis is limited as it can be used 30 times before the subject is incapable of maintaining consciousness. The moral standards of the subject are inflexible and he has repeatedly proven he will stick to them. Coupled with his low rate of Quirk use, he has been deemed unsuitable for a position in HQ.
Service Record : Has recruited four B Rank agents - Nishi Takayuki, Nagano Masaru, Eto Michiko, Soha Kiki.
Has recruited two A Rank agents - Imai Izumi, Ashikaga Akira
Has recruited two S Rank agents - [REDACTED, [REDACTED]
Has recruited one SSS agent - [REDACTED]
Current Status : Scheduled for Termination
To say Toshiaki was slightly angry was the same as calling the Niagra Falls a dribble of water. He was enraged. How dare his colleague, his best friend, lie in an interview? Sure, Toshiaki might've had a tiny crush on the Dean of Mustafu General Hospital when they studied together, but to go to a second hand gossip magazine like the MGI and say that he'd slept with her? That was too far. His cup of coffee crumbled under his hands, the dregs slipping onto his hand.
He took a deep breath, calming the storm within. He was still on shift. He had only gotten to know when he'd gone to the break room for a quick drink. He took a deep breath once again and decided that as soon as his shift was done he was first talking to the Dean and then beating the shit out of Okina Takami.
He glanced at the clock hanging in the room and held back a curse as he realised he was a few minutes late for his appointment. His office was all the way across the West Wing. He rechecked to make sure he had his phone with him before sprinting towards his office. The closer he got, the more the walls changed. From the dull green, they had begun to host drawings. Figures of All Might, Endeavour and Mirko grinned from their positions on the wall. He had entered the Paediatric Ward.
Turning a corner, he barrelled into a kid. He came to a stop and managed to grab the kid before he smacked his head on the linoleum tile. The kid was young, barely 3-4 years old, his messy green hair going in every direction. He seemed dazed, the sudden change of direction sending his brain reeling. Toshiaki gave the kid a moment to collect himself before speaking.
He was about to apologise before a screen appeared in front of him and the words died in his throat. For some reason, he'd activated his Quirk. And he wished he hadn't. The results that Analysis displayed didn't make sense. Why? Because Analysis itself couldn't decide. It kept on moving, flitting between so quickly his brain hurt.
Quirk : R̷͔͓͊̎͐̓̽̈̽̾̔ͅe̴̲̬͎̲̲̺̎͐͌͆̅͂͐͝ͅs̶̨͔̗̣̙̲̥̟̦̖̈̓͛̓̀̄̾̚̚e̷͚͖̗̮͋̅̋̇̐͜ẗ̷͔̘͉̙̟̤̲͍̬͆̆̅͒̃̒͜͝͠͝/Manifest
That wasn't something...unusual. The Quirk name was something that the user decided and some people remained indecisive throughout their life. What was unusual was the fact that it seemed to be glitching. Phasing in and out, as if fate itself was deciding whether it should exist. He moved his eyes down and his jaw dropped.
"Um, I-I'm sorry." A tiny voice broke him out of his shock. He quickly composed himself and knelt down to the kid.
"Sorry for knocking into you." He said, giving the kid a small smile. The kid stammered out another apology before being interrupted by a green haired lady. Her similarity to the child in front of him coupled with her age led him to believe that she was his mother. That, along with the kids squeal of relief.
"Izuku! You can't just run off like that!" She reprimanded the child who now had a name.
"Sorry..." He said, his eyes looking at the floor, his entire posture screaming of guilt.
The lady sighed and just patted his head. She finally looked up and met Toshiaki's eyes. She looked at him with confusion, her hands slowly pulling Izuku beside her.
"Can I help you?"
Toshiaki internally snorted when he realised that saying those words was his job.
"I was heading to my office when I knocked into your son. I was apologising to him when you arrived." He said calmly.
Understanding dawned on the mother as she gave out a relieved smile.
He simply smiled back and went on his way, the rest of his mind still in a comatose state. He reached his office within a minute and saw a mother and child sitting outside.
He gave an apologetic smile and began speaking, "Sorry for keeping you wait for so long. I'll just set everything up inside and call you guys inside."
The mother gave out a quiet 'thank you' and put her hand over the nervous and fidgeting child. The child looked into his mothers eyes and saw something that Toshiaki couldn't. The tension drained from his shoulders and the boy relaxed.
He opened the door, closed it and then locked it. The room itself wasn't big. A bed was on one side of the wall, large windows showering the room with sunlight. The walls were painted in various colours, red, blue, green and many more. Sometimes he thought that if the decorators added another colour, it would look like a Escher painting solely for how much it hurt his brain. But for some reason, the kids seemed to like the colours.
Opposite the bed was a tall wardrobe. He took out a key from under a potted plant, which the decorators thought would be fun to fill the room with. He opened the wardrobe and unlocked a drawer. Within the drawer was a small phone. It had only one function. Calling. And even that it would do only once. After the call was done, it would cause a small explosion and destroy itself.
He typed the digits that he had memorised two months ago.
"Hello, welcome to Zandaka Insurance. How may I help you?"
"Okamura Toshiaki, B Rank, Recruiter, 5998."
The voice on the other side of the line was silent for a while before she spoke again, though the original enthusiasm had disappeared.
"You will be patched to your liaison in 5 seconds." The line went silent once again. Soon, a voice that he had dreaded spoke up, the same voice that had made him join.
"So, what's new?"
Toshiaki hated him. His arrogance, his laid back attitude when he talked about confidential matters wanted to make Toshiaki throttle him.
"There was kid. I didn't get his name but I know his description. Green haired, curly hair, freckled on his face, approximately 4-5 years of age and accompanied by a woman who looked similar to him.
"You should really begin getting names Toshiaki, I can't always do your job for you." The man said in the drawl that Toshiaki had begun associating with people on his punch-in-the-near-future list. Currently only two people were on it. Takami and this man. Toshiaki would make sure he completed the list.
The line went silent before the man spoke once again.
"Izuku and Inko Midoriya. Scheduled for a 3:30 appointment with, oh would you look at that, Dr. Okamura Toshiaki. What's great about the kid?"
Toshiaki felt a lump settle in his stomach as they finally arrived at the question. He had done this a few times ago, but it never got easier. People placed their trust in people like him. And for someone who prided himself on morality, he sure seemed to break it a lot. He didn't have any fairy tale assumption that they were doing no harm to the children. If they were going through illegal means to recruit, then it wasn't a stretch to say that they were involved in illegal activities.
He sighed and began speaking, "The ki-Izuku." Toshiaki began before interrupting himself, his eyes filled with determination. The man called them kids? He would say their name, make sure that even if he broke their trust, he would never forget his failings.
For once, the speaker didn't retort with a tease, seemingly overlooking his deliberate way of calling Izuku. But Toshiaki knew better.
Nothing was ever overlooked.
"Izuku's Quirk was glitching, not shifting. It seemed like Analysis itself was struggling to decide whether it existed."
"Interesting. What else? I don't think you would've called me if it was for this. You could've just reported this in the weekly contact."
Toshiaki took a deep breath. He knew that once he said this, the ki-Izuku would have a different life. He would've condemned him to a life of hardships.
And so he took a deep breath and continued anyway.
"That wasn't what shocked me. His influence was unique."
"Really? How much was it?" The man said, his curiosity finally appearing.
Toshiaki took a sadistic satisfaction by the fact that once he spoke, the man would be as shocked as he was. He relived his memory of going below the Quirk name and seeing the number which would be sent him into shock. Hell, for all he knew, he most probably was.
"His influence was...infinity."
And for once, the man didn't respond.