In case no one has figured it out yet, Toshinori isn't in a weakened state in this. The story line is a bit deviated from canon too. Meaning that he's not only younger than he was originally (20 something) but he's also working at U.A long before he ever meets Izuku.

So Ichigo was one of the kids. Toshinori thought as he watched the house from the rooftop across the street where he could easily see several more people out and about.

One of which, was a tall boy of half blooded descent. He was sitting on the porch steps with a guitar in his hands, his fingers flying across the chords while the auburn haired girl from before clapped her hands along with the melody he was playing.

There was another girl, one smaller and more petite than the others sitting on the porch swing reading in the waning light.

Those must be the other two that were missing earlier. Toshinori thought idly as the door to the house opened and Ichigo quickly stepped out onto the porch to join them and made her way over to the other dark haired girl and flopped down next to her.

He'd been hiding himself for the better part of an hour watching the house and the kids who lived there. And so far, he was growing just a tad bit concerned that something was horribly, horribly wrong. For starters, none of the kids that he'd seen so far looked anything at all like that 'Kisuke' guy.

In fact, none of them looked like they were his kids at all.

None of them looked like siblings of even cousins either. Each one's distinctive features were uniquely their own and looked nothing like one another.

Of course it was entirely possible that they were all adopted or something. After all, the foster care system was an completely and utter nightmare. But even if they were adopted, shouldn't there be another parent/adult to help raise them? So far he hadn't seen hide nor hair of any such person. Female or otherwise.

So naturally by the time he had enough information on 'Kisuke' and the kids to report back to Nezu, his report looked something like this.

Nezu-

The kids are real and I could be wrong, but I don't exactly think that I am. I think the guy kidnapped those kids! I count four of them so far, but I think there's more. I'll continue to observe them just in case. In the meantime, please check for missing children in both Japan and the US.

Of course, Nezu nearly spazzed out when he read this. And after finally calming his coughing fit, he texted him to keep his eyes open for any suspicious activity while he hopped on his computer and began to look through missing children's cases to see if he could find any that they might need to look into further.

After all, if the guy was a child kidnapper...then they couldn't allow him to keep the kids without evidence to the contrary. And as heroes, they were very thorough with their work.

The second day of observing the house and those in it yielding little in the way of information aside from the other two kids present. Toshinori made a note of them as he hunkered down for a long day of information gathering.

One of the things that he noted, was that Kisuke left the house early in the morning. Leaving the kids to their own vices for pretty much the remainder of the day.

Which only seemed to raise even more questions for him because if the kids really had been kidnapped... Why did they not try to run or even get help while the guy was gone?

Unless Kisuke had an unregistered quirk of some kind that prevented the kids from running or trying to get help. Dammit, the mere thought pissed him off.

He waited about thirty minutes or so, to make absolutely certain that the man was gone, before he jumped down from his hiding place and switched over to his other form and then took a moment to partially douse himself with some of the bottled water, that he'd brought from home that morning to make it look as if he'd been out jogging for a while.

And then quickly took up a position a fair distance from the house and started to jog back.

Ichigo was stepping out of the house, dressed and looking as if she were going to leave by the time he returned. Curious about where the girl could possibly be going, he paused to pretend to be taking a breather. Noting that no one seemed to be paying him any mind despite his random appearance.

Watching the girl from underneath his damp hair, he tracked her movements as she zipped up her jacket a little bit and then started walking. She cast him one slightly suspicious looking glance, but quickly seemed to dismiss him as she walked away.

Huffing a little bit at her weird lack of observation skills, he waited until she was a fair distance away before he then fell into step behind her.

Because he didn't know what she was doing, he was careful to remain at a discreet distance from her at all times as he followed her. Unlike most people, the girl didn't seem to give much thought whatsoever to walking down dark alleyways, or jumping some fences here and there.

Which...was a little bit irksome to him. Especially since just about anything could happen to a pretty girl like her if she wasn't careful enough. However even so, he made sure to keep his distance and simply follow her. His mind worked a mile a minute as he noted that some of the fences that she jumped were between seven to fifteen feet high.

And she managed to clear them with such ease that it startled him a little bit. Especially since she didn't seem to be using a quirk. But then again, hadn't 'kidnapper' Kisuke mentioned that the kids he had didn't have quirks?

Did that mean that she was illegally augmented? Was that why 'kidnapper' Kisuke had her and the others? Was he experimenting on them?

A chill of dead shot down his spine as his stomach churned dangerously at the sickening thought.

Fixating his blue eyes on Ichigo, he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her from further harm.

Because illegal experimentation/augmentation aside, she was a kid. A child. And even if she had been augmented and experimented on, it wasn't as if she could have stopped it from happening.

In fact he doubted that she could have prevented it in any shape, form, or fashion regardless of how hard she must have fought. And she would have fought, he knew that with a strange sense of absolute certainty. The girl simply didn't seem like the type to lay down and take something that she didn't like.

Not when she could bloody someone's face instead.

Finally the girl came to a stop outside of a strange club, playing loud music. Toshinori paused where he was as he watched suspiciously as she walked up to the guard at the door and say something to him to get inside. It took him several seconds to place what the club was since he'd only seen it in pictures and stuff that Naomasa had showed him. But once he recalled just what the place was, he damned near flipped out.

A fight club!

The damned girl had waltzed right into a frigging fight club!

Was she insane?! That place was full of all kinds of unsavory people! There were drug pushers, prostitutes, murderers, rapists- and she had just walked right in as if she hadn't a single care in the world! He wasn't sure what appalled him more.

How dangerous the place/people were. Or the fact that Ichigo had walked in without any possible knowledge of what the place was. Either way, he couldn't allow her to stay inside such a terrible place. Not when she could suffer some unspeakable fate that could be detrimental to her wellbeing.