Name: Sanjiro Tamashini

Villain Identity: Sacred, The Villain Saint of Japan

Status: Deceased

Quirk: Sacred Scroll. A fabric hung around his neck depicting hundreds of characters. Touching the character and saying it's name activated it, giving him a wide range of attacks. However the character would disappear after a single use and would not be usable again until returned to the cloth.

Crime: Sanjiro Tamashini was one of eight Villain Saints scattered throughout the globe. The goal of the Saints was to rid the world of the quirkless or those they deemed had quirks that could not benefit the world they wanted to create. A world where the weak catered to the strong, served them, enslaved to those the Saints deemed powerful and worthy of this life. The Saints had amassed a surprisingly large following before they even got the attention of the Heroes. Not only were they powerful fighters, but they were clever. A lot of lives were lost before the cult was brought to it's knees. The heroes believed that Tamashini was the mastermind and this was confirmed after his death. When he perished the cult began to fall apart. The other seven Saints were brought to justice and many of his followers were apprehended as well. Only a handful of followers were left unidentified and remain that way to this day.

Family: There is little information on Tamashini's family history. He is survived by three wives, Ikuyo, Eimi, and Hideko all sharing his surname. His wives were all apprehended and are currently in custody. He is also survived by his only child, a daughter born from (information redacted), weeks after his death. Maeko Tamashini was removed from the custody of her mother who is serving time in (location redacted) and placed in the custody of a Shinto Temple in (location redacted).

"Hmm," Midoriya pondered the information in his hand as the world outside the train window rushed by.

The words Toshinori spoke to him when he handed this to him replayed in his mind. "Sorry for all the confidentiality. We'd hoped to bury this whole incident to deter any copy cats, but none of us were prepared for her and most of us couldn't see fit to punish an innocent child for the crimes of a father she never met. We'll do this as quietly as possible, but we know after we bring her to the Academy it will only be a matter of time before this story comes to light. She has the potential to be a powerful hero, she just needs to be guided in the right direction. I know I can trust you to look out for her and help her adjust. Show her what it means to be a real hero."

Midoriya held his chin and his eyes moved over the paper as he mumbled to himself, "Being evil isn't inherited. I wonder how much she knows about her parents and what they've done...if anything at all. Would she feel any sort of attachment to a father she's never met and has she had any contact with her mother? Who even is her mother? If they retracted that information was it to keep her away from her? And all these other locations, who are they hiding this information from? Someone obviously knows it if they're bringing her to the Academy. All Might maybe? No, he didn't seem to have much more information than what he gave me." He flipped to the next page in the folder.

Unlike the page on Sanjiro Tamashini, Maeko's profile came with a picture.

She was his age of course, with long, dark, wavy, auburn hair, and large pale green eyes flecked with gold. She was quite pretty, but there was something unsettling about her eyes.

Name: Maeko Tamashini

Quirk: Writer. She can write a character on anything and say its name to activate its power so long as she's touching it. The character disappears after it's used and the effect wears off either when instructed by her or after a period of time depending on the power used.

Midoriya heard the announcement that his stop was coming up and slipped the folder into his bag. He had so much on his mind now with his internship and his recent interaction with Iida at the train station. All Might was counting on him to help Maeko Tamashini and he was determined to do his best, but he couldn't worry about it until he got back. Right now, he needed to focus on whatever Gran Torino was planning to teach him.

The train came to a stop and swung his bag over his shoulder before heading for the exit.

"Excuse me, I think we got our bags switched," an older man chuckled from behind him.

Midoriya turned to see the man holding his bag and laughed, "Sorry, I think I'm just a bit nervous." He handed the man the bag he'd swung over his shoulder and took his own.

"No worries boy. First time here?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Well cant say it's very eventful here, but try to have a good time yeah?"

"Yeah." Midoriya grinned and headed for the exit.