A/N: Hey, I'm not dead, I've been on vacation and writing hasn't been the only thing on my mind, plus, most of my teachers wanted to make us write midterms in their subject. Happy (late) Easter to anyone who celebrated it on Sunday, I didn't because I'm Orthodox. I'll probably not write for like the next week or 2, because Greek schools give us 2 weeks for spring break.

'Now what the hell do I do? Do I go back? Wouldn't be against it, to be honest. Nah, way too son. Maybe I can start bounty hunting here?' He was increasingly getting more frustrated. 'Do I have any other choice? He thought, letting out a sigh.

- 4 weeks later -

After asking around, he found his way into a convenience store in a shadier part of town. 'They said there's a hidden door at the back of this place'. He walked past the cashier, who gave him a knowing look, to the back, where he found the hidden door that was behind a sliding closet. The door led underground, which had a dimly lit hallway, stretching out for kilometers. After a long walk, with many turns, he found a door. 'Must be it' He thought.

He opened the door to find a bar filled with all sorts of criminals. Walking in, many of them gave him dirty looks, some brandishing guns while others looked at him sharpening their knives and swords.

"Aren't you a little young to be here?" Asked the bartender.

"I thought you didn't ask questions" Replied Izuku neutrally.

The bartender put his hands up in defense. "Hey, you're right. What can I get started for ya?

"I was told I could find a job here"

"Ah, I see, so you're a bounty hunter. Let's see... well there's this one guy. Otsuka Kame. Small time gangster, he's actually killed a few people, so, many relatives and associates of them want him dead"

"What does he look like?"

"Average build, average height, with a very long beard, left-handed, chain smokes like a locomotive"

"What's the price on his head?"

"About 664k yen." Izuku did the math in his head and concluded that that would be around 10k New Republic credits

"Alright. Last known whereabouts?"

"He was last seen in Osaka"

"Thank you for the very detailed information on his location" Responded Izuku, sarcasm oozing from his voice "Whatever, thanks anyways," He said as he walked off.

After a couple hours of flying, he found himself walking in Kamagasaki, Osaka. Even before Din took him in, he knew that that was one of the shadiest parts of Japan. Approaching an alley he started smelling cigarette smoke. Walking past it he saw a pile of cigarettes lying at the entrance. 'Well, that was easy' he thought, slightly amused. Walking into it, he saw a couple of thugs blasting rap music. It wasn't hard to find Otsuka, as, he was the only one with a beard.

"Hey, which one of you is Otsuka Kame?" Asked Izuku, feigning ignorance, wanting to look like an amateur. The thugs started laughing. Izuku however did not find it as funny. "Scram, brat, I'm in a good mood. Normally I woulda killed you right where ya stand" Said Otsuka

"What makes you think you could do that?" Asked Izuku.

The man's face took a serious look. He charged at Izuku, his hand morphing into a gun. As he was about to fire, Izuku balled his left hand into a fist, pointed it at him, and let off a bunch of tiny rockets. Otsuka laughed, thinking that they were going to miss, guessing from the wild directions the rockets took, but to his surprise and horror, all of them managed to hit somewhere on his body.

The thugs drew their weapons, firing at him, but were shocked that the bullets bounced off the beskar armor. Izuku quickly drew one of his blasters, taking out the thug closest to him. Another one ran up behind him, but before he could do anything, Izuku ducked, causing the man to fall over, then kicked him into one of the alley's walls. Drawing his other blaster, he took out another two. There was only one more standing.

"Hey, you look familiar, you're that kid from the USJ aren't you?" Asked the man, a bit scared.

"Yes"

"You... BASTARD! YOU-YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" Shouted the thug in anger, a tanto coming out of his hand

"My bad" Responded Izuku

The man let out a roar of anger, blindly swinging the tanto around. Izuku quickly drew his vibrablade and deflected his strikes. Izuku countered by grabbing the man's wrist and cutting his hand off, then plunging it into his throat. Izuku walked up to Otsuka's dead body. He was going to cut his head off, for proof of his victory, but he forgot a very important detail. He forgot to check if the guy he'd kicked into a wall was dead. Unfortunately for him, he was not.

The fallen thug aimed his pistol at the back of Izuku's legs, The most exposed area on his body. The thug unloaded his gun's entire clip on them, causing Izuku to fall over in pain. The man was about to reload when Izuku blasted him in his face. Izuku limped over to Otsuka's body, grabbed his dropped vibrablade, and cut his head off.

Two police cars blocked the alley's two exits, and two police officers stepped out of each car, guns already drawn. Apparently, someone had heard the shootout and called the cops.

"DROP THE WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM" Shouted cop #1

"Come on kid, you're surrounded" Shouted cop #2

Izuku sneakily set his blasters to stun. While being a bounty hunter, he still had standards. He wasn't about to go kill innocent people. His legs were about to give out, so he quickly fired at two cops while rolling to take cover. Blue rings emerged out of the blasters, catching the cops by surprise. From his position, he grabbed a stun grenade that was attached to his hip and threw it at the other two. The other cops didn't realize it was a grenade so they went out easily. Izuku quickly grabbed Otsuka's head and flew off

"Shit, shit, shit! How could I be so stupid! If that guy hadn't survived, it all would've been fine!". Izuku was really frustrated with himself.

Izuku dropped Otsuka's head on the bar's counter. "Here it is"

The bartender was a little taken aback. "I- Wha- What do you want me to do with this?"

"How else would I confirm the kill?"

"Cellphones exist you damn idiot!"

"The pocket GPSs? You think I want to get thrown in jail?" Responded Izuku, angrily

"Regular cameras also exist"

"Yeah whatever, just give me my money"

The bartender begrudgingly complied, handing over a medium-sized duffle bag

I was going to make this chapter longer but honestly I'm tired and I just want to get this out ASAP. As I said before, I won't update this for a bit, but that doesn't mean I won't write. Btw I know my writing sucks, so if you wanna be a beta, hmu