"I won't be your slave any longer!" The voice roared, practically deafening anyone nearby.

The blue-skinned alien looked up in fear, purple blood coming from his mouth and nose. He was on the metallic ground, alarms going off, other blue alien creatures scattered around, either dead or unconscious. The ground shook, as something stepped onto the bridge. The Alien looked up, vision blurring as he breathed hard in terror. Another step shook the bridge, before something smashed into the great door leading in.

Every smashing punch sounded, caused the alien to flinch with each blow, before it was finally smashed off its hinges, as something stepped in. It was towering, its head almost touching the ceiling. It was large, almost entirely red, resembling exposed muscle and sinew. The creature's massive claws flexed and stretched as it stepped forward, each step shaking the entire ship as it approached, fire burning in the bridge. Tentacles and ribbons of flesh billowed, jumped out of the body, then pulled back in.

It got closer and closer, its box-like head drawing closer, white teeth gleaming, blue markings around its beady white eyes, as its great maw opened before the alien, a green tongue slipping out from the mouth of the beast, as it lowered itself, glaring at him in the eyes.

"Tel'Kar made your kind work befo…!" The soldier began, before a punch smashed the ground to the right of alien.

"I AM NOT THAT SYMBIOTE!" The creature roared, drawing closer, raising the left hand claws to the alien's face. "You Kree, always think we are nothing but tools!"

It grabbed him by the throat, teeth glistening with slime as the Symbiote came within inches of the being's face. The alien shuddered and struggled, trying to break free. The Symbiote snarled raising the other clawed hand up the Kree's face.

"But I, I am not my grandfather! And I will not be made a tool again!" The Symbiote roared, as he closed the gap, and tore into the flesh, purple blood spraying across him and his body.

He dropped one of the creature's remaining arms, and stepped over his ruined torso, before coming to the front of the ship. It gave a star map, and the locations of various celestial bodies across the galaxy. Before him, stretched anywhere he could go, wherever he wanted. The Symbiote studied the map, looking closely at everything. All the alien empires were a danger. The Kree he just escaped would not let his ship fly without blasting it into stardust with the signal sent now. The Skrulls would destroy this ship for being a Kree design.

The closest planet, without any influence from the other alien powers, was a small world called Earth.

He narrowed his small white eyes at the name, something speaking to him, a distant hollow voice, calling to him, repeating his name. Something wanted him there, something needed him there. It was important that he arrive in time to join in the fun.

He shook off the voice, not trusting it, not sounding like his voice within his own mind, but keyed in the coordinates and set a course. The ship had taken some damage, but if he landed, he could use the materials on planet to rebuild it and continue to run. The Kree wouldn't stop until they had him under wraps again. But he would never allow that. His freedom, would not be surrendered to anyone, Kree, Skrull or other Klyntar.

Until he got there, however, he would have to eat. And he had much meat left over from the crew.

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The work continued on for the next few weeks, the Heroes studying every detail they could of the Hassaikai and prepare for the raid. Every day was carefully prepared, Heroes doing advanced recon and surveillance on Chisaki's residence and other holdings for the day to come. It was a lot of work, careful work, but every day, every scrap of information gathered, meant they were one minute, one hour, one day closer to finally catching the Hassaikai and bringing them down.

At school, the students were just as determined to push themselves as before, throwing everything they had into exercises, studies and the like. Izuku and Tsuyu were surprised that their peers were able to almost keep up with them. With the enhanced strength, and the ability to keep their muscles from having too much citric acid build-up, the two hosts could out-do most of their classmates. Yet, Kirishima and Ochako were coming close with how far they pushed themselves.

"Your choice in friends remains impressive," Venom remarked, not much of sarcasm in his voice or tone. "We are going to need them against Chisaki."

Izuku took a single deep breath, and nodded to himself. The others were tired and out of breath, while he was just a little sweaty and breathing hard. He spoke quietly to his Symbiote, not wanting others to hear. "Do you think Sleeper is ready for this?"

"He survived a fight with his sibling Maniac, and Lee Price, Chisaki will be nothing." Venom replied, but even he did not seem confident in that assessment. He seemed pensive and worried, his senses focusing on Sleeper, before he shook it off. "Yes, he can do this."

Izuku didn't like how Venom sounded, but decided not to question it. He was the parent after all. If he needed help. Then again, Venom had expressed fear and a lack of confidence in his ability to raise and care for Sleeper going forward. Before he could ask if Venom was alright, they were told to start the next round of training courses.

It took two days for the students involved to get a text. Izuku got up, eyes snapping open and jumping up, Venom filling his body with chemicals to wake him up, as he manifested a tentacle, grabbed the phone, and unlocked it, before drawing it to Izuku. He and the Symbiote looked at it for a moment, before nodding to each other.

"Let's see the others."

At the same time, Sleeper had awakened, excitedly manifesting two clawed hands and grabbing the phone, Tsu slowly getting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. His face was inches from the phone, before he turned, as if remembering to wake up his host, releasing chemicals as well into her body, Tsu grunting in surprise at the sudden whiplash.

"Let's go, Tsu! Time to begin!" He said excitedly, like a child ready to see his presents for Christmas.

"Alright, calm down, let me catch up." She said, still shaking her head slightly.

The night hallways were filled with the soft steps taken by the four. Kirishima, Izuku, Tsuyu and Ochako met up, two tired and worn out from just having gotten up, the other two awake and alert, their eyes on their phones, knowing full well what was going to go down.

"You guys get the message?" Kirishima asked, looking between them all.

"Yeah, the date's been set." Izuku stated with a single, curt nod to the group.

Sleeper bubbled within Tsu, his excitement turning to barely contained anger and determination. "Let's get this party started."

The alert had been sent to their upper-classmen, the teachers and Heroes involved. The message and date had been sent, and all hands were on deck to see this through to the end.

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Chisaki sat at his desk, clicking his pen, as he listened in on one of the bugs, doing it in time with a rhythm only he could hear, before it drew to a close. His eyes were narrowed, but his stance and face inscrutable. He sat there, unmoving, even as the recording finished, Chrono to the right of his desk, Himiko Toga in front of him.

"And you made sure these were secure?" He questioned calmly.

"Yep~!" She said cheerfully. The tone annoyed him, but he said nothing.

"Leave us." He commanded sternly, Himiko turning and skipping away. They waited a little longer, before his second in command spoke up.

"Buta has failed us." Chrono remarked as she left.

"We at least know when they're coming," Chisaki replied, before a vein pulsed in the middle of his forehead. "But they specifically said that Midoriya kid was involved. I thought the Pig said he would be kept side-lined!"

"Perhaps they misspoke?" Chrono suggested quietly.

"No, Buta has failed us at every turn. As useful as a cop was on the force, he can't be relied on anymore," Chisaki said, rising from his seat as white claws enveloped his hands. "But, I have new purpose for him. A message to send."

As Toga went down the halls, heading for where she was quartered, she heard something. Like a whisper, something crawling in the back of her mind, sending shivers through her. She turned to the hall, a mix of fear and the rush of excitement going through her as she did. Did someone call her name? Was one of the Yakuza grunts talking to another? She couldn't make it out. She followed the sound of the voice, whatever it was, further and further down, the lights dimming and some even going out in this part, before she came to the door where the sound was strongest, but still nothing but a feint whisper.

She breathed in, deep, unsure of why she was doing this, before looking into the door. It was dark inside, shadows and darkness hiding almost everything, but one thing was visible.

A glass cylinder. Inside, morphing and twisting around, was a liquid substance, red and black like fresh spilled blood.

Her eyes widened, as she gasped. Blood! She couldn't believe it. Whose was it? Why was it here? Why would the Yakuza grunts have so much of it.

"Take it. Open it." She blinked, looking around for a moment in confusion. It sounded like a male's voice, with some kind of accent. Kansai region perhaps?

She felt fear grip her heart. She had never been afraid of much, other then getting caught, yet, why did this fill her with so much trepidation? And yet, despite that, she also felt excitement. This felt right. The fear was just holding her back. She needed to get in there, open this canister, and let it pour out. Drink it all in, let it be one with her, become whoever it once belonged to and become truly one with her desires. She had never seen blood so rich, so beautiful that it made her want to drink it in. Usually, she had to seen the person, develop that bond, but this? This seemed grab her by the heart and refuse to let...

"Hey!" A voice yelled, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She jumped slightly, turning to see Chrono standing there, cold eyes of his mask glaring at her sharply. He did not wait for a response. "What are you doing?"

"I thought I heard something!" She said defensively.

"No one is down here, and no one should be except for the Boss, get out." He said bluntly, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb.

She blinked, looking back one last time before she left. The liquid seemed to have formed a hand, one finger raised and gesturing twice, as if motioning her to get closer, and, as she began to leave, she swore she could see a face, with two white eyes glaring at her, hungrily. She quickly left, not voicing any further protests.

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2 weeks prior.

The League had finally gathered in full numbers once more, and it was not exactly fun for any of them. Magne was still in half, her body now wrapped up in a cocoon of sorts by Agony, blood stains covering the table where she had been laid. Dabi had arrived from his "recruitment" attempts among the various underworld thugs and killers, and the stink of burning meat and fried bones still clung to him, while X had also come back from his sojourn away from everyone else, bone growths jutting from his body at random angles, his skin blackened and looking to be half-rotted, while leathery wings randomly flexed and contracted against his body.

Shigaraki walked into the dusty, beat-up room where all the members had gathered, lunging on boxes, desks, or the wire frame bed posts, watching Tomura intently for what he had to say next about their plan action. While Giran was tending to Compress' arm and ensuring it was clean and taken care of, Toga was playing her pet, the four armed creature enjoying the attention, though all things stopped as they looked upon their boss for his next word.

"X, have you thought of taking a shower?" Toga asked, obvisously in the middle of a conversation.

"Yeah, I've dealt with enough clean up in my day to know what a corpse smells like."

"Not my fault. I..My Quirk is acting weird." He groaned, digging his hand claws into the flesh of his arms.

"Everyone, I'm back." Tomura announced as he stepped into the ruined building, the conversation dropped and everyone turning to see the leader.

"You met with that Yakuza bunch? Did you kill em?" Spinner asked, eyes lingering on Magne's broken form within the cocoon.

"No, we'll be collaborating with them." Shigaraki said, sounding if it hurt to even get the words out.

Phage overtook Spinner's body, black and orange blades and spines sprouting from their arms and back, claws extending out, as his reptilian visage gained the signature white eyes and fangs of the Symbiotes. Agony's face morphed from the healing cocoon she had around her host, both looking at Tomura in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you over the gurgling and squelching noises my host and her body is making thanks to that Yakuza leader," Agony remarked, narrowing her eyes as she tilted her head slightly at Shigaraki. "Did I hear you were gonna work with them?"

"Did Riot okay this? Does he know you're working with that criminal grunt and his Shade?" Phage demanded, stepping toward him, the claws on his right hand extended.

Riot's head and serpentine body appeared from the Young villain's shoulder, speaking calmly to the two. "I was the first he had to convince."

"And you went along with this? Are you a kept Symbiote now? Pathetically following your host around like a little puppy? Like Venom?" Phage snarled, eyes narrowed in anger.

Riot completely transformed, his massive form taking up more room, his head almost reaching the top of the ceiling as he stepped right up to Phage, looming over him as the floor groaned. "We agreed, you do as I saw, here on out, understand?"

Phage stepped back, but Riot had no intention of letting him off, keeping the same distance, as the others watched in alarm and shock. "Phage, say you understand."

His tone was quiet, commanding but carried the obvious hint of danger, that one wrong move from the smaller, lower ranked Symbiote would turn to violence in mere seconds. Phage bowed his head low. "I understand."

"Good." Riot growled, before looking to the rest. "Tomura will explain the plan."

"We're really working with that beak faced loser? Is this a prank, Shigaraki?" Twice asked, getting up from his seat and walking up the young leader, as Riot melted into his body.

"No, and don't make me repeat myself." Tomura repeated, stepping past him. "Their plan has some bite. Toga, you, Twice and the pet will be working as Yakuza from now on. You'll be taking the underground passage to get there. They'll probably send an American mercenary or two to pick you up..."

"That's really fascinating Shigaraki. Totally boring!" Twice grumbled, narrowing his eyes at him.

"They wanted Kurogiri and X, but I stuck to my guns," Shigaraki explained. "Kurogiri's needed for something more important, and X I figured needed the break to get his body right."

X grunted in agreement, sounding like he was going to get sick, holding up his hand as he wrapped his fingers around his thumb in a poorly-made fist, giving another grunt as he did. Twice, however, was no appreciative of this, grabbing Shigaraki by the shoulder.

"Hold on a sec, the plan's got bite?! Cause of that smooth-talking leaders of theirs?!" He demanded in outrage, gripping Shigaraki's shoulder tightly. "How did that Beaky Bastard get to ya anyway?"

Phage carefully inched towards the Villain leader, head held low, in a signal of submission, before carefully speaking. "I understand the need to expand this group's influence, but, are we sure this is wise?"

Riot sighed within Tomura's mind, making a sound like he was clicking his tongue. "Foolish. Depose of Twice. He's making people question our leadership. This cannot be allowed."

'Give me a second.' Shigaraki thought firmly.

"He's the one who splattered Big Sis! And took out Compress' arm!" Twice said, his voice filling with despair as he spoke. "And it's all my fault! He got me to get careless, and lead him right to us..."

He pulled his mask off, slipping part of it over his face to show his despairing, agonized face. "Come on Tomura, I'm only human, man!"

"Such pointless sentiment." Riot grumbled in annoyance. "We give the orders, they follow. Why this complaining? Even hatchlings don't whine nearly as much."

'Let me calm them down, don't do a thing.' Shigaraki commanded sternly. He knew what Riot had in mind, and didn't want him flying off on his compatriots. Riot seemingly had no concept of the same comradery that Shigaraki extended to his teammates.

"How about you Toga, back me up here!" Twice demanded, putting his mask back on.

"What do we mean to you, Tomura?" She asked, bouncing off the desk she was seated atop of. "I joined the League, to feel good, to feel right."

She twirled on her foot, in a cheerful circle, as the Pet followed, four clawed limbs clicking into the floor as he followed her. "I want to live however I feel like, in this world of ours. Stainy was my inspiration, he showed me the way to live how I wanted."

She skipped up to him, Tomura mentally noting the knife in her hand. "And the first real step is knowing if that's possible, isn't that right Tomura?"

She brought the knife up, only a few inches from his neck, Shigaraki not even flinching, as Riot also didn't react. Neither picked up any ill-intent behind the movement, though Riot still was annoyed and wanted to 'restore morale' his own way.

Shigaraki reached up, clicking the Hand mask over his face off, revealing his face for the first time to them. The two stepped back, eyes widening in surprise. In all the time they had known him, Shigaraki never removed that thing from his face. Even if he had gotten better, he still made it a point to hide his face if it got removed. Now, they could see his face, his determined eyes, and strange blend of his features, the soft, otherworldly look contrasted with his withered skin around his mouth and eyes.

"You're doing this for me, you, all of us." He said simply, never taking his eyes off them, wanting them to know how serious this was to him as well. "I knew from the start they weren't about equality. Chisaki never was. We're just a springboard for him."

He focused on Twice, the other villain flinching a bit, still taken aback by Tomura showing his face so suddenly to them. "Twice, you said someone had to pay for Magne right?"

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The Yakuza had gathered around Chisaki, everyone from his muscle Rappa, to Chrono, Mimic, Nemeto and many others. Around the walls, were Cross, Sin-Eater and Jack, weapons drawn but down and relaxed. It was the same room as the meeting with Shigaraki, but this time, three of the latest recruits stood ready. Twice and Toga, her school uniform, and his villain outfit quite the contrast between the suits and masks worn by most of the Yakuza, or the military gear of the three mercenaries. Chisaki found their appearance ridiculous, finding Villains lacked any sense of style, but kept his mouth shut, deciding to tolerate them. And again, that strange, six-limbed...thing, that he didn't even how to describe.

Had Riot been right? Was that thing not really a Symbiote? Then what was it?

"Sorry it took so long boss, we had to go the long way." Chrono said, interrupting his thoughts

"No problem Chrono, I'm just happy our guests could make it." Overhaul stated, never taking his eyes off them.

"I'm Toga and I was told to be here. Hiya." She said, bored and clearly disinterested in all of this.

"Pleasure to meet you Yakuza guys again. I still haven't forgiven, so I'll cut your throats." Twice said, giving an exaggerated bow.

The creature growled in agreement, lips curled back to reveal its saber-like fangs. How smart was this thing? Chisaki reordered himself, running a finger along the acid burn scar atop his head. Courtesy of both Magne and Agony.

"I apologize for having to kill Magne. I didn't want to kill him, but my own Symbiote gets worked up sometimes." Chisaki stated, trying to sound as apologetic as possible. "I understand any grudges you might hold, but in the spirit of cooperation, I'd like to try and mend fences between us."

"Her." Twice corrected, narrowing his eyes at the Yakuza Boss. "You mean her!"

"Don't make that mistake again, or I'll cut you open." Toga hissed a warning, as her 'pet' barked, as if to voice its support too.

"Him, her? What the fuck was it, some kinda Tranny?" Crossbones grumbled in annoyance.

Toga shot him a venomous glare, narrowing her eyes. "Want to say that again? Before I empty your veins?"

Crossbones pulled out a glock, twirling it twice, before holding it up. "Try it girly. You'll see how much better guns are then your little kitchen utensils."

Chisaki held up a hand, stopping them both. "Enough you two. We won't have that."

"So what's expected of me?" Twice said, instantly turning to a friendly, open demeanor, the others looking stunned by the sudden change in demeanor.

"Just follow my orders. Like any member of the gang, I'd like this to run smoothly." Chisaki explained calmly. "To do this, I'd like detailed summaries of each of your Quirks, so I know what to expect in a pinch."

"In a pinch? Well, we'll just tell you what you need to know in a pinch." Toga replied with a shrug.

Twice crossed his arms in front of himself in a dramatic fashion, shaking his head vigorously. "No can do, beaky man! I can't reveal my Quirk!"

"You little punk brats! Are you mocking us Yakuza, you fucking villain pricks!" Iranaka yelled, his doll body waddling towards them, small hands flexing in rage.

The two looked at him, partially annoyed, partially in disbelief at the strange doll figure, as the Creature stepped between him and them, barring its fangs, as it snarled, gripping the floor tightly with its claws. Toga reached forward, stroking the back of his head between his 'ears', trying to calm him down. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her little one tear about Chisaki, but Tomura had told them to bid their time and be careful. She didn't want to undercut any diplomatic attempts.

Twice suddenly snapped the tape out of one of his wrists, and got to work explaining his Quirk. The ability to create an exact, perfect copy of someone, but physically weaker, needing their measurements and weight before doing so, everything. Then came Himiko Toga, how she converted blood into energy, and could use that to change into the person and alter herself to resemble them, with the more blood, the longer she could go.

Chisaki nodded slightly to himself, intrigued, as Nemeto remained focused on them. "One more thing. Did Shigaraki give you orders to infiltrate and sabotage us?"

A wave of blue energy flowed out from him and across the room, washing over the two, a moment later, both answering. "Nope!"

"Great," Chisaki said, standing up from his seat. "I hereby welcome you to the Shie Hassaikai, but as I wanted criminals, you can't leave here. Not without my say-so, which brings me to your first job."

The two looked at him in question, as Chisaki pointed to Toga. "I have a target, I need you to get her blood, and infiltrate the Nighteye agency. You'll be planting some devices for me."

"Do I get to cut anyone?" Toga asked, excited.

"No." He replied sternly, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. "A simple infiltration job. Get in, get out."

"And that's it?" Twice asked in annoyance, holding his hands up incredulously.

"Too many eyes on us. Going up top is not done willy-nilly." Chisaki explained in his usual cold tone. "Jack will show you around while I see to my flock."

The green-suited, pumpkin headed Hitman stepped up to them as they wonder what Chisaki meant by that, as the others filtered, the fiery lights in his eyes and mouth flickering with every word and movement he made, his broomstick device folded and hung over one shoulder. He held out his hands before him, as if to pull them in for a hug, before Toga's Pet growled, telling him to keep his distance.

"Well, let's get started, I'm so very excited to meet some big-name Japanese villains," He said, with a level of childish excitement even Toga couldn't match. "The ones in America aren't nearly as flashy and cool!"

He gestured for them to follow, the two looking at each other, uncertain at this, before following him, the Creature silently tracing behind them on all sixes, shoulders hunched and still seemingly not liking this place, neither human able to blame their new compatriot. Jack lead them into more cramped hallways of the underground, gesturing to each of the doors.

"That's where they keep guns, that's where they keep food, blah blah blah!" He said in a bored tone. "Just don't go in other peoples' rooms and do what you're told, and you'll be fine."

"I don't exactly like not doing what I want." Toga mumbled in annoyance.

"Ech, I know the feeling!" Jack replied in his usual chipper tone. "My real dad kept me from doing anything fun. But Crime-Master showed up and gave me my time to shine, taught me to kill and murder."

Toga nodded in understanding. She knew a lot about controlling, repressive parents. She wished she had had someone like this 'Crime-Master' when she was younger. Going her own way was fun and exciting, but perhaps having a large amount of equipment like Jack O'Lantern would've helped her a lot.

"How loving," Twice remarked, before his tone shifted. "I think that's disgusting."

"Anyway, being here isn't as fun. Not as many to kill, not yet at least." Jack remarked, sounding wistful and excited.

"Something big happening?" Toga asked.

Jack looked over his shoulder, as best he could, and nodded to her. "Overhaul knows the Heroes are coming, sooner or later, and he's getting a bunch of money to prepare for it."

Toga nodded, looking over the refurbished base. It was strangely well-stocked and equipped. Better then the digs they had under All for One and the League. Could a Small-time Mafia outfit really put all this together on their own.

"See, I've heard there's a secret Cult that's funding him." Jack replied. "Some creepy doctor, bald and like a stick figure, keeps putting money in Chisaki's pocket to hold onto something."

"A Cult, Really? That's absurd. I believe it." Twice replied, shaking his head in disgust.

"Where do you think he got his own goo alien thing?" Jack replied as they kept walking along. "That money also let him drop support for three other crime bosses in the US, including my dad Crime-Master."

"If he has all this money, why us? We're just a villain group in Japan."

"Your master, Pipe-Mask guy, raised some eyebrows. Daddy told me stories, of prior Crime-Masters who had dealings with Japan's Shadow Dictator, even helped each others' operations," Jack explained, sounding more excited then ever, pumping a fist. "American Villain and mafia groups viewed him less a legend, and more of a messiah. If he came back, it would signal the return of Villains to the top order."

Toga nodded, the pieces falling in place. "So if Pipe-Mask Guy's group supports Chisaki, it makes him seem legitimate to the old Mob and crime cartels in other countries."

"Exactly! Crime-Master thinks Chisaki's plan has merit, but he's also eager to stay in the League's good graces, for old times sake." He explained.

Toga and Twice weren't sure how to tell him that this was a temporary thing, given they had made it clear before hand they hated Kai's guts and would've happily killed the rest. Was he even paying attention to anything? He seemed to astutely understand criminal dealings and the complicated web of Villain politics, so why not this?

"Anyway, any Hero you have your own eyes on?"

"A few," Toga said, a blush spreading across her face. "Yeah...especially Deku. His Quirk is so violent, so brutal. It just gets my blood rushing."

"Oh~! A Nemesis!" Jack replied in excitement, clapping his hands together. "I gotta get me one! Crime-Master has one of his own. Cap Celebrity and that imported guy, Crawler or Hauler or whatever."

Toga furrowed her eyebrows. Her relationship with Ochako, Deku and Tsu was not a nemesis. She loved them. She wanted to be close to them. She wanted to be a part of them. That was love, not the mindless hate other villains had for their Heroes. Did Jack really understand that?

"I had my eye on that Katsuki Bakugou. I'm gonna enjoy carving up his family, and really get him after me." Jack said wistfully, as if remarking on his prom date plans to his best friends.

He stopped in front of a set of doors, indicating them. "This is where you'll sleep. We don't have fancy suites. So get ready to share the room."

The three walked in, as he opened the door for them and left, skipping down the halls away from them, and they got a good look at the room. For all his money now, Chisaki still kept the rooms in a Spartan condition, bleak, with few creature comforts and only a few desks and drawers to store things, most of them marked already with name tags and locks. The room otherwise was empty, which made sense, given all the other members were out and about, but they couldn't escape the feeling something was watching them right now, something very close and very inhuman.

The creature snarled and growled, standing up on its hind legs, as Toga and Twice looked around in worry and fear for a moment, wondering if Chisaki had planned to ambush and kill them while they were away from the rest of the League. The three got back to back without even thinking so, looking around in fear.

"So this is the company my son keeps?" A deep, hissing voice practically whispered into their ears.

The three turned to see a tall, powerful man, standing between them and the door. He wore a fine gold suit and had long gold hair down to his shoulders, and fierce, piercing red eyes, looking like a predator of some kind studying a mouse between its claws. He shot a cold, unfeeling smile, revealing sharpened, shark-like teeth. Toga and Twice shuddered at the sight of the towering man. He had to be as tall as All Might or All for One. How had he sneaked and when?

"You are part of the League of Villains, right?" He asked, his voice low still, tapping his fingers together in front of him, smile never fading.

"What do you mean, 'son'?" Toga asked, voice a tiny squeak.

"The one with the bone grows, X, you call him." He said in a bored tone. "I'm quite eager to meet him again. I only met him when he was born from that woman I picked off the streets."

The two looked at him in a mix of apprehension and disgust. The way he talked about his own son and the woman that he conceived him with. Like they were tools, or hounds to be chosen and selected. It sent a shiver down Toga's spine, and caused Twice's stomach to lurch. The Beast snarled between them, bristling at the sight of the golden man.

"I joined this gang to get back into the villain world after years on ice," He explained. "I did not think meeting my son's friends would be so easy, however."

"Hold on big guy, you're saying X is your son? That's too weird! It makes perfect sense!" Twice replied.

The Golden Man raised an eyebrow at him, before clearing his throat. "Yes. I got the idea from another version of me. Speaking of, is there a Chasm in your group?"

Toga shook her head, Twice crossing his arms and shaking his head more vigorously. He nodded, narrowing his eyes. "So, Shigaraki did not gain that one in his gang. All these dimensions change drastically, every time."

"You know Shigaraki too?" Twice asked in surprise.

He raised a hand, stopping them, as he turned to leave. "Only a glimpse of another world. Be ready. I'll be joining you when this is finished."

With that, he left, walking down the hallways and out of sight. The two were left surprised and taken aback completely by what they had just heard. X had a father? And one who was running around in other dimensions or worlds? What did that mean? Before they could ponder it any further, Kai walked through the open doorway, a folder tucked under his left arm, his right had turned into a white and black claw, enveloping his hand.

"I have a job for you in mind, Himiko Toga." He said in his usual matter-o-fact tone. "There's a Hero agency I got tailing me. Cops and everything involved according to my insider. But I think he's about to be found out. I need you to siphon the blood out of a cop, and place the bugs in the place."

"Simple in and out kinda job. I've done that before." She replied with a shrug.

He handed her the folder. "The cop will be delivering her reports to Nighteye at the hours listed. Intercept her, and make sure to deliver them in her place, and be careful about getting caught."

"Do you want any blood samples for...other uses?" She asked, almost drooling at the thought, before she caught herself.

"No. Like you said before, this is in and out, got it?" He said, as she opened the folder and looked it over. "Chrono will lead you to an out-point. From then on, you're on your own."

Toga nodded, and went off, reading through the files to get a good target profile. She preferred to do the stalking and studying herself, it sent a thrill through when she did, but this was cutting it close, time wise. She'd roll with it and wait for another hunt to give her a rush.

Twice was about to say something to Chisaki, but the Boss simply left without even acknowledging him. Jin blinked hard in annoyance, before turning to Toga's pet, to see it curled in a corner, its primary arms wrapped over its head, while it rested on the secondary set.

"I guess I turn in. I got no time to rest." He muttered to himself, heading to one of the cots.

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Current Day

Buta came into the room where he always met Kai, and, as he used the key to get in, found it completely bare. News papers and a chair over the floor, a tarp of some sort covering the walls. His eyes widened, as Crossbones stepped in between the Corrupt Cop and the exit, chuckling darkly as he leveled a handgun into his chest.

"You missed up, Piggly-wiggly. Very sloppy." He said, grinning under his mask.

Chisaki stepped into the room, flanked by Sin-Eater and Jack O'Lantern, the latter bringing out a whole table of sharpened knives, scalpels and other devices, before setting a fireman's ax down as well, next to one of the sofas.

"Something is amiss Buta, something is not right with the world!" Chisaki declared, holding his hands up before him. "Might you guess what that is?"

"I did everything to side-track them!" Buta protested, as Crossbones closed the door, blocking the way out, and jamming the gun in his back, forcing him to move forward. "I didn't know they could do this!"

"And the Midoriya kid and his Symbiote will be quite involved. Meaning everything we expected from you, you've failed." Chisaki stated in annoyance, shaking his head.

"Impossible…!" Buta yelled.

Chisaki brought out one of the recording devices he had had planted across the Nighteye Agency. He clicked it on, as Nighteye's very voice came on. "Send out the text to everyone. Togata and his peers, Midoriya and his classmates, all of them. We begin this operation now."

He shut it off, never taking his yellow eyes off Buta, the cop now incredulous and silent, mouth agap as he looked at the mob boss.

"You failed at every turn, Buta. You didn't stop Nighteye, and Izuku Midoriya will be now taking part in the siege on my property, do you know what that means?" Chisaki asked, his tone icy as ever.

"Now hold on a sec! Nighteye's the one breakin' the law here! I put that kid under investigation!" Buta protested, beginning to reach into his jacket, as Sin-Eater leveled the shotgun at him, stopping him in his tracks.

Crossbones stepped in front of him, reaching into the jacket, and taking the papers from him. "Just one moment, good sir."

He chuckled as he brought them to Chisaki, who looked them over carefully, turning them once, then twice, as his brow furrowed, and he starred up at the cop in disbelief. "This isn't even a formal request for a criminal investigation. You just questioned him!"

"Not to mention, at least where I'm from, Student Heroes don't go through the same shit as adults, meaning this was all pointless." Crossbones remarked, giving a small grin, looking over at the shivering cop in disgust. "You didn't know that shit?"

All the color drained from Buta's face as he stood in shock, unable to even move, shaking like a leaf. Chisaki clicked his tongue twice, looking at his American compatriots for a moment, then back to Buta. Crossbones stepped over to him, smiling coldly, eager to get to what happened next.

It was at that moment Buta decided that even if he went down, he wouldn't let someone like Chisaki or his hired hands from America get to him, either here or in prison. He grabbed his service sidearm and prepared to aim it at Chisaki, before Crossbones quickly grabbed it, and crossed it and his hand. Buta yelled out in pain, as Crossbones stood over the smaller man for a moment, chuckling darkly, Chisaki not even reacting, before the Hired Gun released, the broken, shattered hunk of metal clanking to the floor, the ruined mass of meat and jutting bone that was Buta's hand left shaking with the rest of him as he staggered back.

Chisaki looked at his hired help, and stepped out towards the back rooms of the apartment, giving them a final order. "Don't take all day."

Crossbones laughed, Jack O'Lantern joining him, as Buta looked at both of them in terror, his lungs tightening inside him, his entire form shaking unctronllably. Sin-Eater merely sighed, as Crossbones laid a meaty hand on his shoulder.

"Bout time."

The punch knocked him out in an instant.

He woke up, not sure how much time had passed, but now tied to the chair, the three standing over him. His mouth was gagged, his limbs tied to it, as he struggled, begging and giving muffled pleas through the sock stuffed in his mouth.

"Aw quit it, don't sob or beg. It's a pathetic thing for a man to beg." Crossbones remarked, as he went over to the music player. "Now, what music do you want to listen to before you die?"

He went over the various discs, before coming to one. "Ah, this is defiantly old school, but I still love it. How about Huey Lewis and the News?"

Crossbones took the disc out and opened the tray, as Jack held up the ax for him to see. "We're gonna put you out to pasture, but before we do, I want you to know, your head is mine. I'm gonna scoop everything bit out and put a cut little candle in there. A scented one. Should make your body smell better, at least."

"I will take my turn quickly, cop. You may be corrupt, and you be about to leave this world, but making you suffer won't remove your sins any quicker." Sin-Eater declared with a curt nod to him.

Crossbones put the disc in, as the music began to blast, as Sin-Eater took one of the knives, the man now crying and sobbing through his gag. "Let's begin."

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In the early morning hours, Izuku and the rest had come to Nighteye, ready to begin the operation to save Eri. A platoon of nearly24 Guardsmen had come to call, along with numerous heroes, police officers and personnel. Everyone had armed themselves, prepared their gear, and were ready to move. As Nighteye finished the last of the preparations for the operation, Izuku and Tsuyu stiffened, feeling a sharp pain in the back of their heads. Venom and Sleeper took over their bodies in an instant, Dixon jumping back slightly in surprise, as Nighteye looked at them in anger.

"What is the meaning of this, Midoriya?" He demanded in anger.

"Something is very wrong!" Venom warned.

As the words left his mouth, a scream sounded from outside, numerous people yelling in shock and horror, as the sound of metal being shattered and broken off sounded, and people began running. Nighteye and the other Heroes ran out the front door, to see a body impaled through the broken street light, the head face them, as a creature of white and black hung ontop of it, glaring at them with inhuman red-orange eyes. Venom and Sleeper stopped, claws readied, starring at the beast for a moment, before two spindly limbs tore through its back, and extended into white membranes, the creature snapping off from the post and flying off before any could react. Aizawa activated his Eraser, trying to stop it, but the creature didn't even react, disappearing out of sight as they watched.

Nighteye, Venom and a few cops ran up to the sign post, to find Buta, his body slice and chopped into, one hand mangled, the other on the ground before them, and his eyes scooped out, only a fiery light coming from the inside of his head, his expression bent into pure terror and agony. A paper was tapped to his chest, narrowly avoiding the sign post going through his stomach, as Nighteye took it off.

Written, in red, not sure if it was blood or crayon, was a childish message that made Nighteye's stomach churn.

'Dear Heroes, we're waiting! Come and have a ball with all of your friends!'

'~Love, Jacky Lanty.'

"Twisted and sickening." Aizawa remarked, as one of the cops turned away and lost his lunch.

Eraserhead held the letter for a moment, before turning to the gathered Heroes, Police and Guardsmen.

"They know we're coming." Venom grumbled, looking over his shoulder at the putrid remains. "The chances of failure..."

"Are much higher." Nighteye finished, before readjusting his tie and setting the letter down by the body. "But if we reschedule, stop in our current course, Chisaki and his troops will go to ground, and leave us with nothing."

"The hatchling, Eri, cannot be abandoned." Venom insisted.

"And she won't be." Nighteye said, stepping into the street before the others in Law Enforcement. "Everyone, be ready to move! We still have an arrest to make!"

Sleeper stepped up to his father, his slender arms held before him, his claws wrapped into tight fists. "I...I feel a kinship for Eri...Even if he said no, I would do this still. Is that wrong, father?"

Venom placed a hand on his shoulder, nodding to him. "Not at all. That's true heroics. It's what I wanted from you. Just, be careful. Don't rush into this. We follow the rules of our hosts and their organizations, understand."

"Yes, fathers." Sleeper said with a nod.

"It's not a good situation, but we've no choice!" MacArthur declared, looking to the other Guardsmen. "A little girl needs the Heroes, and Blackwatch itself, in this hour of need!"

A Cheer went through the police and Guardsmen, but many of the Heroes looked more forlorn by the morbid display. Nighteye, for his own talk, didn't look happy about doing this.

'They know we're coming,' Izuku thought grimly, looking back at Buta's corpse. 'This can't end well.'

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Chrono stood by Kai, who was seated at his desk, who held a pen in his left hand, clicking it again and again in rhythm. He was worried about the Boss. He had not said anything since they had 'dropped off' Buta's corpse and left the message for the Heroes. Nothing directly tied Chisaki and the Shie Hassaikai to the murder, but it was clear enough to egg the heroes on.

"We should run. We've got Eri and the vials, we can leave the disposable pawns for them to chew on, while we make our way out." Chrono suggested.

"Not yet." Kai said simply, still clicking his pen off and on. "I want them bloodied. I want the top Heroes broken, showing their days are on the outs, and we're going to rise again."

Chisaki rose from his seat, running his gloved hands across its surface as he stepped around, Anti-Venom temporarily taking over parts of his arms. "I've prepared for everything. With my hired guns, I have extra fire power against the Heroes. With so many dregs cured, I have numbers to throw at them. And, most importantly, we have the means to destroy Venom."

He clicked a button on his desk, connecting to every intercom throughout the base as he did. "Everyone, get into position. Be ready to welcome our guests."

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At the same moment, Centipeder and a platoon of cops were heading over to raid Buta's place of work, completely unaware as of yet that he was dead. By time they got there, Nighteye would inform them of his gruesome demise, but would also be too late to stop whatever else was occurring. As the police were moving about, moving suspects around, an old man, thin and bony, walked among the station. No one could say where he had come from. He seemed to just appear from a dark corner, looking over the station in a scrutinizing manner.

A cop walked up to him, looking at him with concern and worry. "Sir? Are you alright? Do you need help with something?"

"So this is where Buta worked? This area in particular I've heard is endemic of the flaws in Japanese criminal justice taken to a greater degree," He remarked to himself, continuing to walk among the desk. "The crime rates are largely the same, and yet arrests and re-offenses are abnormally high."

"Sir?" The officer asked, now giving a silent signal to the others to watch him.

"I made a deal. Part of that arrangement was gathering Souls that were "innocent but guilty"," He remarked, stroking his chin with a skeletal hand, as his eyes began to turn solid blue. "Yes, I see it now. The criminals are guilty of prior crimes, but innocent of current ones. The cops are guilty inwardly of corruption, but outwardly are seen as innocent, good and honest."

"Sir. I'm gonna need you to sit down and speak clearly about what you want and what you're doing here." One of the cops ordered, resting a hand on his side arm.

"I'm here to steal your hearts and dance on your graves." He said, turning to the officer and grinning from ear to ear, as the black mass of Mister E overtook. "Now, let's dance!"

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He stood over the dead police and their suspects, no matter their crimes, all piled up, blood across the floors and walls. A few bones lay scattered around his talons, as the Darkhold remained open in his hand, black and dark blue energy coursing out from it and into his body, as a human heart levitated before him, also coursing with the foul energies, Mister E flexing his claws before it as if to beckon it.

"Ya nak kadishtuna nilgh'ri stakk'bsna Chthon. K'yarett phlegethor l'ebuuma syha'h n'ghft," He recited, blood, bone and hearts now lifting, torn and seeping out of their bodies as he did. "Ya hai kadishtuna ep r'luha-eeh Chthon eeh. S'uhnt-ngh li'hee orr'e syhan'he."

With that, every fragment of bone, every drop of blood, every sinew of their hearts, shrunk down, or were crushed, gathering in streams across the room to gather over the pages of the book, the malefic energies twisting and turning like tendrils throughout the room. Finally, the pieces of heart and bone morphed into a tight sphere of red, white and black, hanging over the Darkhold in a tight sphere, not a single drop of blood escaping, as Mister E slammed the book shut.

"The pact is now sealed. The blood and sinew of innocence and guilt flows into the Darkhold, their damned souls sent to his Furnace of a heart." A voice in the book declared. "You have completed your mission, and Great Chthon will award onto you the Mark of Chthon to Carnage's next offspring."

Mister E bowed his head, holding his free hand a loft beside like a Victorian stage performer. "I thank you, mighty Chthon. When you awaken form your sleep in K'lay in the Timor sea, may the world drown in blood and terror, great one."

"Be certain in the games you play, your own blood and terror is not brought out on the alters to either Chthon or Knull, little one." The voice remarked, sounding slightly impressed, as if amazed by his ability to keep the loyalty of two terrible gods. "You are keeping the balance, but you do indeed stand on the razor's edge."

With that the voice was silent, and Mister E placed the great book back into shadow mass, his thin body twisting and stepping away from the carnage before him, and sinking into the shadows.

By the time Centipeder and his own raid team arrived, they found nothing but the scent of blood and death, and the rotting corpses of the dead all before them, the entire station having been suffered the same fate as Buta.

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When they all arrived, dozens of Heroes, squadrons of Guardsmen and a veritable army of police, they found a single note taped to the front, again, written in the red crayon scrawling.

'We haven't gone anywhere! Come on in and join the play date!'

The police chief crumbled it and tossed it aside, looking angered and disgusted. "They're here, and they're ready. Move quick and hit hard. We have to capture every low life here."

The Students were talking among themselves, many expressing their nervousness over the raid about to occur.

"First a police investigation, now a full on raid, this is getting so wild." Tsuyu remarked, pointing a finger to her chin.

Nejire replicated the movement, looking at her finger closely. "I know right, so crazy."

"They never teach you this in school, it's a thing you pick up on the field," Ryukyu stated, arms crossed in front of her in her usually calm, stately manner. "Just follow the pros' example, and we should do fine."

"I'll do everything in my power to protest you, Tsu." Sleeper declared within her head. "We'll carve them apart. Metaphorically of course."

She gave a worried glance to Izuku, not wanting Sleeper to get over-excited over the mission, but he was taking with Kirishima about something. She would just have to reign in Sleeper on her own. It wasn't much of a problem. She had always been good at that. And she'd have to. If they were bringing in heavy guns from out of Japan, she would need to act as defense for Ochako and the others who would softer targets.

Venom's head was out of his shoulder. "Where is the short old guy? I liked him."

"A development occurred in the League of Villains case. He and Tsukauchi are following a lead." The Chief of Police explained, before turning to the others. "When I read the warrant, begin the operation!"

The moment 8:30 hit the clock, he hit the button for the intercom, as a sing-song, calm voice spoke out. "Are you here for the play date?"

Before the chief could even respond, a massive fist slammed through the front gates, throwing them back and off the hinges, flying into the crowds, as several police in the front rows were thrown into the air by the sheer force and strength. The massive figure, his body a mountain of muscle, his head almost comically tiny, spoke as he looked over the crowds.

"What's going on?" He rumbled, shaking his head slightly. "I know what you heard, but it's a little early for a party, isn't it?"

Aizawa, Venom and Sleeper reacted in an instant, sending out tendrils and capture cloth, Venom springing through the air at high speed with One for All, and snatching as many cops as he could from the air and landing with them at a safe distance from the fight. As they did, Crossbones jumped over the garden walls around the compound, brandishing two assault rifles and spraying into the police. The few with riot shields blocked the attacks, but a handful were cut down in the barrage of bullets.

"Come and get it!" Crossbones yelled, grinning madly at the police. "I've been a Cop and Hero Killer for quite a few years now. What's a few more?"

Before a response could be given, a Sin-Eater dashed out from another corner of the wall, firing a shotgun at the cops, as they scattered.

"Decadent Heroes, corrupt police! There's too much sin here! Too much for one man to purge!" Sin-Eater roared like a mad man. "Give me the strength to send these corrupted souls to Hell at last!"

Tsuyu had barely any time to react, landing not far from Sin-Eater. Behind his Balaclava, his eyes were focused, bloodshot and filled with rage, as he aimed the shotgun at her. Neither said anything, before he fired a round into her head.

"Tsu!" Ochako screamed in horror.

She hit the ground, tucked and rolled, and came back up, Sleeper overtaking her body once more, and shells expelled from her face as shattered bone and sheared meat was put back together, Sleeper's face enveloping hers as he roared in rage.

"A Demon of hell!" Sin-Eater shouted, pumping his gun for another attack.

"I'll spread your organs across the streets!" Sleeper roared, lunging at him, claws outstretched, teeth bared.

Before the police could reorganize, the gigantic man went in for another attack, and as he did, a figure went flying over the battlefield, resembling a witch on a broomstick. He cackled a loud as he did, swooping low and swiping his scythe through a few of the officers, before flying back up.

"Hey kiddies! Want some candy?" He yelled, throwing what appeared to be confectionery treats down at them, and, as they hit a few of the Heroes and officers, exploded, spraying acid into the crowds.

Ryukyu intercepted the mountain of a man, grabbing his wrist and stopping another punch, before tossing him aside. She towered over even him, a mountain of muscle and scales. "This is just an attempt to slow us down! Ryukyu agency will deal with these scumbags, the rest of you get in there!"

Nighteye nodded to the rest, as MarArthur activated his jets and slammed into Crossbones, slamming him into the wall, cracking it underneath him. He pulled back his fist, trying to deck the Merc in the face, only for Crossbones to easily bat it away and slam a kick into the armored soldier's chest and knock him back.

"Guardsmen! Four of you with me! The rest, with Nighteye!" He shouted to them.

"Step out the suit, tin soldier!" Crossbones shouted, laughing again. "I want to see how long it takes for my Quirk to crush all your bones!"

As the Guardsmen followed Nighteye and the police, Sleeper through Sin-Eater through one of the walls, smashing through it and tossing him into the inside of the garden walls. The young Symbiote roared and snarled, snapping its jaws as he approached, before Venom swung in on a tentacle, landing beside him and grabbing Sleeper's shoulder.

"Sleeper! Hold it!" He ordered sternly.

"He shot me! Tsu would be dead!" He roared, pulling away in rage, still trying to go after the merc.

Three Yakuza grunts approached, ready to attack, as Venom without looking simply fired three globs of Symbiote matter at them, wrapping them up and instantly pushing them down. He grabbed Sleeper again and forced him around.

"You calm it down, NOW!" He ordered as the other Heroes ran by to get into the Yakuza base. "You are to be a Hero! I will NOT have you acting like your sibling, Carnage!"

Sleeper watched intently as Sin-Eater grabbed his shotgun, and checked to make sure it was still working, before glaring at the two of them. "Just let me murder him."

"Sleeper," Venom said sternly. "If you don't do this right, I will remove you and put you in the tube until you're ready."

Sleeper stopped, blinking hard, as Tsuyu's voice filled his ears. "I'm fine Sleeper. Please, don't do this."

That seemed to snap him out of his feral rage. He staggered back, releasing a low rumble. Sleeper took a deep breath, before grabbing Venom by the shoulder and pushing him along. "Eri needs you. I've got to be A Hero here."

Venom smiled, before bounding off, calling over his shoulder. "Make us proud!"

Sleeper turned back, stomping a foot as he did, and roared a challenge at the Mercenary, who didn't seem worried in the slightest, stepping towards Sleeper with his shotgun ready. "Chisaki was right, you are creatures of night black horror and demonic influence over your hosts! I will purge you first!"

"You speak of righteousness, and yet you tried to murder a teenage girl!" Sleeper snarled, jumping at him again. "You help protect a man who tortures a child!"

"Sacrifices for a pure world! One removed of vice, of sin, of any flaws!" Sin-Eater yelled, as mad and crazed as possible. "After you Demons and your Hero enablers, I slaughter Chisaki and his degenerate scum!"

"He's completely lost his mind." Tsu said in shock. It reminded all too much of the encounter with Stain that Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida had told her about.

Sleeper said nothing, lunging through the air, a claw extended towards him. As he closed the distance, Sin-Eater blasted it off, blasting Sleeper's hand completely off. The Symbiote didn't care much, swinging the other hand around and hooking The Zealot across the face, knocking him a few steps back, before he pumped another round, and swung the butt of his shotgun into the Symbiote's face. Sleeper stumbled back, surprised, and regrow the damaged limb in an instant, looking at Sin-Eater with amazement.

"His strength…! That hit, a normal human shouldn't be able to hurt me like that!" Sleeper muttered to himself, shaking it off.

"Could it be a Quirk?" Tsu pondered. "That Crossbones guy took a body slam from that Dixon guy like it was nothing."

Sleeper shot out their tongue at him, aiming to wrap it around Sin-Eater and toss him aside, only for the purifier to toss a grenade at them. Sleeper jumped back, but didn't have time to retract the tongue in full, the shrapnel and fire shredding most of the tip, and the force of it knocking Sleeper into one of the trees, and smashing through it. The world spun, as Sin-Eater grabbed another grenade, pulled the pin and tossed it as the stunned symbiote.

Sleeper barely had time to comprehend what was thrown at him, before the second grenade exploded, fire immediately burning through most of his body, shrapnel shredding Asui's chest and stomach as they were thrown backwards. Tsuyu coughed up blood, filling her throat, as her mind lost focus, going into shock, as Sleeper jumped onto one of the walls, shot a strand onto the roof and knelt over the building, sending his biomass into his host's body, removing shrapnel and working to seal up the wounds and push out the metal lodged in her body. He worked quickly as he could, as Sin-Eater marched along the garden plaza, loading shells into the Shotgun, as he kept his maddened eyes on Sleeper, never blinking or turning away from them.

"Demon! I'll end you! Even if I have to sacrifice the girl beneath!" He shouted as he approached.

Sleeper snarled, fangs bared now as he glared at the being, his mass once more covering his host again. "You speak of purity, of righteousness, and yet all I see is twisted ego and desire. You're more sinful then any Klyntar or human!"

Sin-Eater's eyes bulged in his head, gripping his gun tightly. Sleeper swore he could see him shaking slightly, but it wasn't in fear. This man was enraged, enraged beyond words. He reached out his right hand, towards the three knocked out Yakuza grunts, as a green mist snaked out from them, going into his body as he did.

"I was given this power, to see the Sins of others, their shames, their vices, their short-comings, and to know their deepest secrets!" He spat out every word. "And to feed on it! Once I purge this world of tainted souls, then it shall all be perfect!"

Sleeper swung down, shooting a tendril out and swinging feet first at the Crusader, eyes focused on him, both Symbiote and host taken aback by what they heard. This man truly believed what he was saying. It explained the name at least.

"That Quirk must've driven him to insanity, kero," Tsu remarked in slight horror. "Did he ever have a chance at a normal life?"

"We can get him help, psychological," Sleeper replied, as he slammed his feet into the man, who blocked it with his crossed arms. "And physical therapy!"

Sleeper landed swinging a few hooks from both arms, Sin-Eater blocking and deflecting the blows with his arms, not even caring where his suit got torn or damaged, even as blood leaked from his scars, before swinging the butt of his shotgun into Sleeper's stomach, then swung a hook punch into his face, Sleeper stumbling as a few teeth flew out from the strike. Sin-Eater brought his gun down, and fired, the shells hitting Sleeper in the stomach and knocking back a foot. He pumped the gun, and fired another, shredding part of Sleeper's face, ripping through his right eye.

As Sin-Eater pumped another round in, Sleeper lunged forward again, Sin-Eater raising his shotgun to block the creature's gaping maw. Sleeper locked his teeth onto it, slobber spraying out from his jaws. Sin-Eater's lip curled in disgust underneath his mask, struggling for a moment, before swinging a punch and knocking him away. Of course such a sinful, Demonic creature would have disgusting bodily functions.

Sleeper breathed hard, as his body repaired the damage done to him, checking through Tsu's own to make sure she was alright from the punishment they were taking. He slowly rose to his feet, shaking off the injuries, and glaring again at Sin-Eater.

"You missed!" The Zealot Mercenary declared, aiming his shotgun. "So much for living up to your parent's expectations! As always, you let vice and hatred lead you to further violence!"

"I didn't miss anything." Sleeper replied, walking towards Sin-Eater without a hint of fear or trepidation.

Sin-Eater snarled to himself, and pulled the trigger. A click sounded from it, but nothing happened. Sin looked surprised, pulling it again, before furrowing his brow, and bringing it up to his face, smelling something from the loading port. He gave it a sniff, looking confused as the smell of...Pancake syrup hit his nose. He opened the port, trying to load another shell, only for thick, golden-brown syrup slopped out from the port. He threw the gun down in disgust and anger, as Sleeper stopped for a moment.

"I memorized the chemical make-up of syrup. It was simple thing, not anywhere near as complex or important as Fire Retardant, Napalm or the like, but I figured even simple stuff would have its uses." He declared, a hint of arrogant pride in his voice. "But as always, my preparations are always correct! I've out-smarted you at every turn!"

"Don't taunt him, Sleeper." Tsu cautioned, still very aware he was a heavily armored and armed mercenary.

As if cue, Sin pulled two handguns from the holsters, and fired off a couple rounds into the Symbiote, and as he flinched and reached up a hand to block the gunfire, Sin slipped away and rolled away to get out of sight of the Symbiote.

"At least he doesn't have his heavy hitting weaponry." Sleeper remarked, as he walked carefully across the courtyard. "We'll just have to relieve him of the other tools of the trade."

"Don't underestimate him, he still has numerous weapons, Sleeper." Tsu cautioned.

Meanwhile, the rest of the outside was a battlefield. Most of the police had followed Nighteye inside, and the few remaining were trying to get Crossbones, Rikiyia and Jack O'Lantern under control. Dixon, Ryukyu and Nejire were locked in combat with the respective villains, but it was difficult goings. Crossbones, even with only limited armor and mostly normal firearms, was going pound for pound against the armored soldier, with no signs of slowing down. His knuckles were split open and bleeding, and the right of his mask torn off, his mouth swollen and bleeding, but Crossbones remained grinning like a maniac, fists up and ready, and as Dixon took a swing, Crossbones grabbed him by the wrist, then the shoulder, swung his closest leg out and flipped the Guardsmen leader down to the ground.

MacArthur tried to force himself up, trying to push past Crossbones, who slammed his boot down on Dixon's chest. He grunted in pain, as Crossbones lifted his foot up and slammed it back down again, the armor cracking and groaning ominously, then, as he went for a third attack, Dixon lifted his arm up, and fired an energy blast, the laser hitting him in the chest and sending Crossbones flying off him. The Armored warrior got to his feet, grunting as he shook his head. How was this guy hitting so hard?

"I need access to criminal records and Quirk ID for a 'Brock Romlow'." He spoke into the helmet, hoping the mainframe would give what he needed quickly.

Bullets struck and dented his armor, forcing him back a few feet, as Romlow got to his feet, two large machine guns clutched in his arms, the only sign of Dixon's last attack was the burning center and smoke rising from his chest.

"Subject: Brock Romlow. Villain Name: Crossbones." The computerized voice reported to him as he crossed his arms in front of him, trying to block the barrage of bullets. "American Villain, with extensive history as a hitman and mercenary. Currently employed by a 'Lord Ogre' of New Jersey. Former Neo-Nazi member of the White Supremacist 'Red Skulls' gang."

Dixon ground his teeth in frustration, before flying away, past the bullets, and firing a few more laser rounds at Romlow, as the computer continued. "Quirk: Adrenaline Rush. By focusing his mental energies, Brock Romlow can enhance his strength, endurance and speed to 5 times the average of a human male. Combined with extensive martial arts, weapons and other training, Romlow is considered a moderate threat, though has been easily defeated by Heroes Captain Celebrity and Stars and Stripes."

"I ain't Stars and Stripes." He muttered in annoyance, as Crossbones yelled...in something approaching the language of anger. "How do I beat him?"

"Romlow's Adrenalin Rush lasts 1 hour. After that time has passed, he becomes weakened and feeble until he eats enough to refuel himself."

"Great! One hour of surviving my ass getting kick!" Dixon yelled, as he fired three missiles at the ground near Romlow, causing him to step back a bit.

"It's gonna be longer then that, punk!" Brock shouted with crazed laughter. "I'm gonna enjoy peeling the can open, and forcing you to fight like a real fucking man!"

As Crossbones poured fire power upon him, Rikiya swung a massive fist into the side Ryukyu, knocking her away. He approached, stomping forward, and raising one of his mace-like fists over his head, ready to crush her, before she lashed out with her tail, slamming into his side and sending him flying. She sprang to her feet, and quickly lumbered towards Rikiyia, ready to pounce, when the lumbering villain slammed a punch into the ground and pushed himself to standing once more. His mask's mouth opened up, orange mist spreading out over the crowds of police, flowing through the air, and into his maw.

Several of the cops collapsed, this time, not from bullets or the like from Crossbones or Jack, but instead, seemingly as a result of his Quirk. Rikiyia laughed to himself, muscles flexing, stomping a foot as the ground cracked beneath him. Ryukyu staggered a bit, shaking it off. She could feel the energy sapping from her body as he seemed to flex with greater strength and power then before. The four Guardsmen with them broke off from fighting Jack O'Lantern to focus on Rikiya.

"Man, you guys are really annoying me." He muttered, still sounding tired out, even as he stomped forward, directing his attention at Ryukyu. "I'm gonna take a long nap after snapping your necks!"

The Guardsmen fired off their blasters and weaponry, trying to slow him down, the massive juggernaut ignoring every blow and attack to charge at The Dragoon Hero. She prepared herself, the hulking villain slamming into her, swinging his mighty, gorilla-like arms into her, striking hard into her scaled hide. She staggered from the hits, her vision swimming and head rattled. He reached for her neck, before Ryukyu side stepped the attack, and swung a hand into his chest, knocking him back a bit.

"Ryukyu, give us orders, what do you need?" One of the Guardsmen asked, his Japanese stiff and stilted.

"Aim for his legs and try and trip him up!" She ordered quickly, parrying another punch from him, before decking Rikiya across the face.

Laser rounds singed his bulky legs and body, the Guardsmen targeting missiles and other projectiles at or near his legs to try and knock him down. For all his brutish power, Rikiya was still smart enough to stay on his feet, keeping his powerful legs firmly rooted into the ground. He swung one fist about, knocking two of them away, before trying to swing a hook punch at Ryukyu, who grabbed him by the wrist, and flipped him through the air. He landed on the sidewalk, smashing through parts of the gravel and cement.

She breathed hard, two of the Guardsmen stepping up beside her, weapons trained on Rikiya, while the other two picked themselves up off the ground and flew forward, landing beside her. She breathed hard. She had been thankful for the assist, but even with their weapons, Rikiya had been a tough slog. She hoped he didn't try and get up again, especially when the three American Mercenaries were still fighting hard.

While she and the four War suit-armed troopers prepared to subdue Rikiya one last time, Nejire was engaged in an air battle against Jack himself. He swung through the air, laughing all the while, slicing and cutting at her with his large scythe, shrugging off each of her energy blasts as he did.

"Before I kill you and scoop your brains out yer skull, I gotta ask," Jack yelled above the chaos, throwing a couple of pumpkin bombs at her. "Do you know where I can find Katsuki Bakugou?"

She flicked one hand forward, a wave of energy shooting through the air and harmlessly detonating the bombs before they even got close, as she flew under the smoke and fire they created. Jack seemed to hesitate for a moment, gripping his scythe tightly in one hand, as he floated in the air for a moment, looking at the smoke closely, trying to discern where she was at, before a blast zipped out from beneath the smoke, and stroke him in the chest.

His Broomstick shifted back a bit, Jack remaining on it thanks to the magnetic boots and grid on the stick, but was never the less surprised. Based on the intel gathered, he expected Nejire to be scatter-brained and ill-equipped to handle someone of his capacity as a villain.

"Hey, why are you so interested in a High School student?" She asked, charging up her energy once more. "Is this because you can't cut it with real Heroes? Is that why you moved to Japan? I'd hate to tell you, but it won't be any easier here."

"I have plenty of success in the states. I almost put that Crawler guy in the hospital y'know!" Jack declared with a laugh. "I just want to go after that Bakugou kid. I need a nemesis if I'm gonna make it in Japan on my own!"

Nejire fired off a massive wave of spiraling energy, striking Jack without a word, as the Halloween Villain shouted in anger and surprise. His body and Broomstick spiraled and spun about in the air, before he righted himself, and glared at the Young Hero through his helmet. No, her appearance and attitude was definitely not to be trusted.

"Your 'nemesis' is gonna be retiring from Hero work by time you get out of prison." She said, charging another bolt in her wrist. "Are you sure you want to continue this? You don't seem that big a deal in your home country either."

He glared at her, pulling out a handful of his 'candies'. "Watch your fucking mouth!"

He threw them, then tossed another pumpkin bomb, as Nejire fired a burst of energy at the candies. The acid sprayed out, most of it vaporized on contact, but quit a bit hitting her shoulder and hair, burning on contact as she screamed in pain. The bomb then exploded, sending her flying backwards and into a cop car.

Parts of her hair were burned, while a chunk of hair on the left side of her head, tearing it quickly, while acid burned at her left shoulder and arm. She slowly got up, groaning in pain. Parts of her suit around her abdomen and legs were burned from the pumpkin bomb. Jack O'Lantern swooped down, laughing all the while, as a few cops dove away, barely avoiding a few more bombs he tossed their way, clearing the path, before jumping off his broomstick, swiping his scythe through the air a few times, before laying it across his shoulders.

"Whose so tough now? Whose the best now?!" Jack yelled, slowly stepping towards her, clenching his left hand before him. "I'll have all you Japanese Heroes living in fear of me by time I'm done!"

She fired a spiral blast from her fingertips, Jack swinging his scythe and slicing the spiraling beam in half. He pointed a finger at her, laughing as he did.

"My scythe's frequencies are designed to counter energy attacks. Try your best, and I'll still cut through anything you throw." He declared, spinning his scythe in one hand as he did.

This was bad. Nejire was used to dealing with Quirks, but someone with this level of technology and gadgets was a little out of her wheelhouse. Still, she wasn't some newcomer or student to Hero work. She had a few years of combat experience, and wasn't going to go down like a chump.

"Before I end you, I want to hear you beg, like that fat, grease-smeared cop." Jack taunted, lifting his scythe over his head.

He stopped, jerking a bit, as he turned, to see Ochako Uraraka, standing a few feet away from him, as Jack tilted his head slightly, a little confused and slightly amused by the sight of this little girl standing before him, looking ready to fight.

He snorted, shaking his head. "You serious? Little high school girl is gonna try and fight me?"

He could see the fear and terror in her eyes, Jack enjoying the sight. He had been allowed to have his fun with some victims, every so often. He'd be sure to take his time with this, before he scooped out the insides, and light a candle for her family to find. He stopped stepping towards her, noticing something odd.

"Where's my ride?" He asked, blinking in shock.

Her eyes darted upwards for a moment, as Jack looked upwards, thinking she had pulled something. And he saw his Broomstick floating upwards and into the skies.

"What in the fuck?" He muttered quietly, before shaking his head. "Fucking Quirk magic."

As he looked in amazement, Nejire stood up from the ruined police car, then pressed her hands into the ground, getting on her knees, before sending a surge of energy through the ground. Jack didn't notice anything, except a strange vibration going through the ground for a moment, before it built rapidly, within seconds, the energy rupturing the ground he stood on and sending him flying into the air, as Ochako tucked and rolled away. Jack went flying into the air, trying to summon his broomstick machine back to him, as it continued to float up and up, further and further.

Jack hit the ground, tucked and rolled, and came up, shaking himself off. He looked back to see his broomstick disappearing into the clouds, before looking back towards Nejire. He gripped his scythe tightly, swallowing a bit as he felt his heart race. What a thrill! Such a tough fight, it would be a fantastic kill at the end. The harder the fight, the greater the reward at the end with the kill, and leaving her corpse as a trophy would send more ripples through Hero society. It would spread fear and sadness through her colleagues and especially her family.

'Seeing your mother and father weep like babies over your corpse after I scoop up the brains,' He thought, grinning wildly behind his large mask. 'It's what's gonna push me to win this fight.'

Ochako stumbled a bit, feeling light-headed. Even if it wasn't the heaviest object she had negated, the effort to keep something like that gravity-free was still a lot, especially when she had to dodge and weave a crazy man with a giant scythe. The way he moved, the excitement he showed when he was fighting Nejire, reminded her way too much of Himiko Toga.

'I wonder if Toga has family in America, cause this guy and her could be twins.' Ochako thought, taking a step back, as Nejire fired another blast at Jack.

He swung his scythe about, separating and spearing apart multiple spiraling blasts in two, sending them out and away from him, weakened and near-useless against him, as he began to approach and walk slowly towards her, making sure to be careful in his advancement, before she fired another blast from both hands, as he spun his scythe before him, stopping the beam as he picked up the pace, pushing further and further towards her. Nejire stopped, as he swept his Scythe before him and ran at her, pulling a pumpkin bomb from his satchel, and throwing it.

Nejire prepared to fire at it, but it instead landed a few feet away and exploded, creating a lot of noise and fire, but not even near her. She knew perfectly what he was doing, and fired through the smoke, as Jack jumped through it, his 'eyes' and 'mouth' glowing red-orange like hellish flames. She blinked in shock, before firing two more blasts at his chest and knocking him to the ground several feet away.

She began to step towards the villain, before piercing pain went through her cafe, as Nejire yelled in pain, looking down in stunned pain and silence. A machine resembling a small, toy doll, with wide orange eyes, a red body, and cartoonish devil horns, pointy ears and a twisting pig-like tail, holding onto a butcher knife as large as itself, dug into her leg.

"Hewwo! I'm going to kill wou!" The doll said in a cheerful, childish voice, twisting the knife in further.

She was taken aback for a moment by the words from the toy machine, and suddenness of the attack. When had it gotten through and stabbed her? She grabbed it and quickly yanked it out, blood splurting from the wound as she did. She ground her teeth together, ignoring the pain, before tossing the toy aside, and blasting it, before turning back to Jack, who opened his satchel to reveal five more of the demonic toys crawling out and holding various stabbing implements.

"You like? My Devil Dolls. My near and dear babies," He explained with a dark chuckle. "They help me torture enemies, record the stuff for later, and make my job easier."

She charged up energy into her arms, saying nothing as she prepared for another attack from Jack, as he continued. "You have to admit, you're out of your depth, and are gonna end up carved up. Just run off to your school before I slice up that pretty face."

"You're only a cruel little child at heart though," She replied, raising a hand to the burned and ravaged hair on her right side, to make sure the acid had stopped. "I'm not gonna be scared of someone whose only a bully with some toys."

"Shut up, ya damn fucking bimbo! I'll carve your last words across that pretty skin of yours!" He yelled, pointing a finger at her as his Devil Dolls flew at her,

She was about to prepare herself for another attack, but, as they closed, an entire police car was thrown in the way and smashed into all of them, destroying them in an instant, as Jack yelled in shock. He pointed at the car, as it was hefted up and held aloft like a baseball bat. Even Nejire looked surprised to see Ochako holding it up like a massive club.

"Is that a fucking car?!" Jack yelled in horror.

Nejire charged another surge of energy through her arms, readying herself for another attack against Jack, while Ochako prepared herself as well. This guy wasn't out of the fight just yet.

Ryukyu nodded to the Guardsmen, as Rikiyia was held down and several metal cords wrapped around his body and holding him down. He groaned and mumbled, knocked out, before she turned her gaze to Crossbones, who had grabbed Dixon by the left ankle, spun him and around and tossed him into the nearby wall, smashing through it, as the Guardsmen leader yelled out for help.

Crossbones turned, cracking his knuckles as he grinned behind his mask like a madman. "I still got 40 minutes in the tank, lady, fancy a go?"

"You think you'd survive a fight?"

"Fight or not, there's nothing I love more then a woman that can kick my ass," Brock bragged with a shrug. "Why do you think I always fight Stars?"

Ryukyu didn't wait for him to finish, flying forward, and slamming into him at high speed. Crossbones braced his legs, and tried to catch the claw, grabbing her pointer and thumb in his hands, and slowing her for a second, before she continued railroading through the area. Crossbones yelled in anger, freeing one of his arms, and raising the fist, slamming it into Ryukyu's first claw. Again and again, he swung his fist down into it, hoping to nudge it or weaken it off himself.

Ryukyu did not waver, but was still surprised at how she was feeling those hits through her muscle and scales. No one outside of top heroes should be able to pierce through her defenses. She flew a bit further, before stopping at the property line of Chisaki's palace, and hefting her hand up, ready to slam Crossbones into the ground like a toy she had grown tired with. Just before she threw him down, however, Ryukyu caught sight of something Crossbones threw at her.

Small, round and metallic. A grenade.

She lurched back, yelling in shock, as the grenade got half way, she pulled her head and the hand holding Crossbones back as far as she could, as the grenade exploded in a roar of fire and sound. Ryukyu was thrown back, slamming hard into a wall, as the building she hit shook with the force to topple, as Crossbones slide away, seemingly slipping out of her grip. Despite being so close to a grenade, he didn't seem bothered, flexing both arms and pumping his fists, his mask bent into a grin.

Ryukyu felt something warm on her neck. She quickly reached up, holding a hand to the right side of her neck, fearful the grenade had ruptured some vein or artery when it exploded, but based on what she was feeling, it seemed to only be a flesh wound. Still, that wasn't something she wanted to experience. She stood up, roaring a challenge to him, as Crossbones yelled his own battlecry at the top of his lungs.

"YAAAAAH! COME THE FUCK AT ME! I LOVE A WOMAN THAT CAN THROW DOWN LIKE YOU!" He yelled, slamming a foot into the ground, and cracking the concrete beneath him.

She turned back towards where she had thrown the man, to see Dixon landing, his armored frame cracked and sparking form the damage he took, but backed up by the other Guardemen. "Ryukyu, ma'am! He's only got 15 minutes left, keep him busy and he won't be able to fight after that!"

She focused on him, as Crossbones lurched back, gasping in shock. "What the fuck?! Fifteen minutes!? I'm fucking out!"

Ryukyu launched at him, yelling in anger, not wanting him to get away. Her left hand swung at him, as he jumped over that, then ducked under as she tried to snatch him with the other, and sprinted off into the alleyways away from Chisaki's hideout. Dixon stepped up, he and his squadron priming their rockets.

"Ma'am, permission to pursue?" He asked, eager to get back at the guy who had so viciously assaulted his armor and humiliated him.

She glared at Brock's retreating form, contemplating the cost and gain for doing so, before holding up a mighty hand to them. "Hold. The Haissaikai could still try an escape. Fan out and be ready to snap up any stranglers."

Dixon hesitated for a moment, not wanting to let Romlow escape, before simply nodding. He was a single mercenary in Japan, now without his benefactor. "Yes, ma'am. We'll contain this area no problem."

The various Guardsmen flew off, Ryukyu coming around to the front, looking to see Nejire and Ochako fighting Jack O'Lantern to a stand-still, while she had no idea where Tsuyu was. Given she had an offshoot of Izuku's own Quirk, it would be safe to say she could probably handle Sin-Eater on her own.

As she began to go towards Jack to help her two students, when Sleep flew through the air, propelled by two jet tubes in its back, shooting out gas like some kind of jetpack, and flying through the air, before retracting the jets and free-falling, as Sin-Eater continued to punch the Symbiote in the face, before both hit the ground, scrapping Sin against the ground for several feet, before stopping, Sleeper raising a fist, and slamming it into his face. He pulled back, then smashed it in again, the sound of the nose breaking and bone cracking. Blood stained the Balaclava around the mouth, as Sleeper swung another frenzied fist into the Mercenary's face.

"Tsuyu, stop!" Ryukyu barked to them, as Sleeper swung another punch into him. "Tsuyu, stand down!"

Sleeper pulled back their fist one more time, before stiffening, raising his head slightly, as if listening to something no one could hear, before standing up from Sin-Eater. The Zealot looked up, head bobbing slightly, before trying to rise off his back, then falling back and groaning, trying to reach around for his belt, fiddling with some of his supplies, before Sleeper turned his right hand into a spear point, and extended it towards his neck. Sin-Eater stopped, looking at the blade with a fearful look in his eyes.

"Kill me! I will die for my beliefs if I have to! I will not sully my legacy!" Sin-Eater shouted in anger, his words slurred slightly. "I know what you really desire demon!"

Ryukyu looked to Sleeper for a moment, fearful he would act on instinct, the Symbiote standing over the man for a moment, red eyes narrowed at him for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. "No."

"You must!" Sin-Eater screamed.

Sleeper raised the other hand, turning it into a long tendril, wrapping it around his arms and chest to keep him bound up and controlled. "I will not. My parents wanted me to be a Hero. My host wants me to be a Hero like her. I may feel the anger, the rage, but I will never act on it."

"You aren't a Hero! You are a monster!"

Sleeper stepped over, grabbing him by the shoulder, and yanking him up, his voice low and full of hatred. "Your Boss mutilated a child."

He threw him back to the ground, before turning towards Nejire and Ochako's fight with Jack, the last mercenary left. He swung his scythe at Nejire, trying to bisect, as Sleeper and Ryukyu charged at him. As they did, two Guardsmen flew over them, one aiming their wrist weapons, and fired a barrage of plasma beams at him, as Nejire fired off her own energy blasts at him, knocking him off balance. As he stumbled and yelled in pain, smoke rising from his jump suit and padded armor, another Guardsmen fired a net from his wrist, striking and wrapping around Jack in an instant, and causing him to fall to the ground, yelling in protest.

Ryukyu held a finger up to her ear piece. "This is Ryukyu Agency. We and the Guardsmen have secured the front and have the area locked down."

Nighteye's voice replied. "Roger that Ryukyu. We're making our way in."

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Chisaki and Chrono walked through the deepest parts of the Hideout, pipes and cold metal walls shaking as the Heroes made their way through. Chrono looked up for a moment, before turning back to Chisaki.

"There's a lot up there, and they're moving quick here." Chrono reported.

"Of course. We need to bog them down, and send them our disposable assets," Chisaki replied with a nod, leading the way to where Eri was. "The plan is simple. Kill as many Heroes as possible, especially the two Symbiotes and their hosts. Meanwhile, we leave out the backdoor."

Chisaki continued, with the tone of someone rehearsing their lines to the news. "We weren't here when it happened, we were else where, they went wild all on their own."

He opened the doors to one area, where dozens of people were huddled together, and looked up to him, enraptured by his appearance. Chisaki spread his arms wide, as Anti-Venom overtook his body.

"Remember what I have done for you! How I have taken your cancers, your diseases and sicknesses!" Anti-Venom roared to them, spreading his arms out before him. "The Heroes have come to take me and my cure from you! Give yourselves to me, as I have for you!"

Chrono found the change in attitude weird of Kai, but said nothing. All those homeless and poor, so desperate for cures, came to Chisaki, and that gave them a base of rabble to send at the Heroes. Even if they claimed Chisaki had set them against the Heroes, no one would believe the rambling words of a bunch of mentally ill poor people.

Chrono had a feeling Chisaki was gonna plan something else entirely. Bringing in mercenaries from America and a few villains from Japan like the League would make it very, very difficult to explain why these types were here if the Haissaikai were running only legal business, but Chisaki would think of something, or he would just vanish into the shadows and spread his bullets before the Heroes could find him again.

And even if they could, who was going to defeat Anti-Venom? No other Symbiote could touch them without dying, and no Hero except the failing All Might could damage him.

Yes, with this weapon, Chisaki would be unstoppable.

Notes

The Big Yakuza Raid Arc begins, with the Ryukyu Agency facing the mercenaries of the US. I wanted them to get their own fight, as this arc tends to hyper focus on Amajiki and Togata, and leaves Nejire without much to do. I have a lot planned, however, for the arc, including Chisaki's Venom Countermeasures, and, by the end of this Arc, Toga will become Carnage.

The beginning foreshadows the appearance of another Big Name Symbiote. He'll be coming to the party after the Yakuza Arc and during Grendel's own arc.

I included a reference to the Katsuki Bakugou/Sun Spider story, and to explain a detail from this story that might seem odd now to others. It's foreshadowing to another side story idea I have planned, to have an explanation of why there are Kaiju Quirks in this story.