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Author's Note: (Context: During his fight for his life he had awakened a new form of dojutsu that no one had yet seen before. He is still unsure on how it was acquired whether or not it was a mix of his EMS Shariningan, rinnegan, or six paths sage mode. One thing stood clear: he had obtained a dojutsu that none of the otsutsuki or Uchiha; before him have ever achieved before or since. The dojutsu had the same ems pattern he was used to but had the color of rinnegan. The power granted to him gave him the ability to access all known ms abilities and a few other things.)
Death stalked Takeshi's battered form, waiting to claim him at the slightest moment of weakness. Splintered wood and blood trailing the dust behind his path to the fires of hell and his heavily injured body withstanding the pain through pure perseverance - the last of the Uchiha glared at his pursuers, their visage reflected from his newly awakened eyes. He was standing on an empty planet in between dimensions that had been serving as a temporary battle ground between foes. The planet of which had some of the weaker Otsutsuki members bodies and his nearly dead, blood stained victims laying in the soil battered and broken. The Otsutsuki who remained were looking forward to putting this nuisance in his place and in the ground. However Takeshi's face burned with fierce demonic tenacity to crush the three Strongest Otsutsuki clan members he had found before him. Blood from both him and his foes dyed the rims of his hair, he slowly exhaled and gritted his teeth; he had hastily applied bandages during lows in his fight had quickly become torn and useless. Takeshi quickly summoned a red skeletal ribcage form to protect against all oncoming attacks. while he continued his attempt to apply short term battle aid for himself. Silence permeated the air so richly only the sound of uncountable Wind blew to his ear as he tightened the sword in his grip. Momoshiki, Isshiki, and Kinshiki, stood before him; all momentarily shocked by the sudden genjutsu he had attempted to place them under in order to buy some time so he could begin his new offensive. A mysterious black mist suddenly swirled around Takeshi's entire body, being engulfed in black mist without warning.
The otsutsuki's could neither react nor stop the event until it was too late, stupored into inactivity as Takeshi somehow vanished as if he was spirited away by a much more supernatural force.
"!" Takeshi's sudden absence stunned Isshiki. Where did the mist come from?
More importantly, what the hell just happened? Where did Takeshi go? No, what was that mist in the first place? Even
More importantly, Takeshi was no longer with them. Meaning, he failed in his objective to capture Takeshi, and soon realized that he and the others would indefinitely take longer to find the world he had come from.
"Damn it!" Kinshiki cursed to the heavens as their last leads vanished from the current plane of existence.
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Puffing heavily with a face twisted with fear and, his heart thunderously pumping adrenaline, a silver-haired boy desperately sprinted up the stairs until he reached the only exit door leading outside via rooftops. Without hesitation, he barreled through the door with stumbling feet, nearly tripping his balance as it turned on its hinges. The early morning sky embraced his presence as he looked back, staring at the
darkness with quivering eyes and chattering teeth Cackling echoed from the same darkness, a low, wicked voice that promised dread, as a figure slowly emerged from the
shadows and under the starlit night. A man, no, an abomination stepped out of the same door the boy ran through. His form was a mix of putrid green and violet, tentacles and mouths dangling from his clothless body and lines of atrocious, atrophied sinew exposed for the youngling's eyes to his dismay. "Hehehe, come on, little boy. Don't you want to play?" The voice coming out of the abomination's mouth was just as horrendous as his appearance as drool visibly leaked from his mouth.
"L-Leave me alone, you freak!" The boy shouted as the 'freak' frowned, assuming that it could even frown.
"Naughty child, to call a man you just met a freak. Didn't your parents teach you manners? Oh... they're already dead! Hee ha ha ha ha!" The villain cackled maliciously, as tears started emerging from the boy's eyes. "Your aunt had some bad evidence against my employer, so blame her for your misfortune! A mere lawyer shouldn't stick her hand on something that doesn't concern her. Know the true price of Justice,' kid." The eldritch mutant gloated, reveling in the dominance he now wielded over the child as his grotesque legs of wrangled black tendons sauntered out of the door, heading towards the kid with a maniacal monstrous glee while black ichor trailed in his wake. As he continued stepping back, he heard another wicked cackle behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a
glimpse of another villain, a gorilla climbing up the side of his apartment. The gorilla, garbed in grey fur, bore a wrinkled
face of severe skin and hair, and yellow teeth that had not brushed for days. Climbing along the side of the building was
more villains, every other varied in shape, ability, and form. The boy was trapped, while both assailants and their victim
were unaware of the figure appearing above them from the black swirling mist. All but one faces grinned, their victory seemingly assured with no hero to interrupt them, except what arrived at the scene was no hero - its figure whistling downwards from the heavens in its long descent Like a meteor from the heavens, an unknown figure crashed face down the concrete in a grand entrance, cratering human-sized groove into the roof and dispersing obfuscating dust. A monstrous growl resounded from the man-shaped crater,
behind the mantle of dust, arousing the villains to step back in concurrence on reflex. In essence, they did not understand
the reason behind their pacing retreat until the dust diminished, revealing the figure pushing himself to his feet slowly.
A man in tattered clothes caked in blood that seemed not to entirely be his own with open sandals, licked his menacing gaze over his
surroundings, his breathing haggard and his Demonic purple eyes firing a glare that can kill. The villains and the boy shuddered in fear at the man, as the assailants instinctively took a step back. An unsettling inexplicable fear burrowed within the depths of their mind, then replaced by one of irritation and caution.
"Who... who the hell are you? Where did you come from?"'The mutant Villain pointed one finger squarely at the strange intruder. The rest of the Villains were all put slightly on guard. ..damn it.. where the fuck did that mist take me." The Demonic eyed man snarled as his glare, flowing with murderous intent, balefully lashed at his surroundings and then at the mutant, prickling him with unease. "Great…More Scumbags." He snarled as he raised his arm, his all five
fingers curving into a menacing claw as if grasping the head of his prey. Unsure of the intentions of the black smoke being to save or kill him. As Takeshi interpreted his situation as such since his mind was bordering to near unconsciousness, with only his near demonic will and Uchiha pride holding himself together, giving him the strength to stand against the world. Or at least his immediate surroundings.
Hearing the strange man's threatening intonation and seeing him raise his arm, the villains all tensed up. They kept their eyes locked firmly on the bandaged and shirtless man in front of them. "Listen. All you need to do is walk away. This doesn't concern
you." Gesturing around at the area, the mutant villain attempted to reason with the intimidating and clearly forbiddable man.After standing there on the roof for some time, the boy realized his opportunity. "H-Help! Please! T-They're here to take me away! P-Please stop them!" The silver-haired boy shouted in desperation, stuttering from fear at the man standing there covered in blood. Hearing the boy's plea, the man shifted his eyes to the boy, a frightened kid that was begging for rescue. His eyes, past the tears,
There's something about the kid's eyes that reminded him of young Naruto when he was little more than 5 and still hated by the village. "Shut up, you brat!" The gorilla marched towards the boy in rage, huffing as he raised his leg and stomped the kid's head to the ground. "Ya just a hostage! Stop crying ya brat when there's no one
here to save ya! Just sleep and accept it!" The gorilla roared as he continued stomping on the boy, to the point of blood leaking from his nose and head. "Oi! You'll kill him if you keep this up! We need him alive idiot!" A crab man shouted at the gorilla before he stopped, leaving the boy bloody and bruised but conscious. "Ugh, fine! I want to go home! Why don't we kill that guy and-" Before he could utter another word, his sight sent spiraling out of control, the world around him spiraling in chaos before becoming vertical in his eyes. The roof was now vertical, the sky on the right side of his vision. Then the image split into three, separated by arcing lines like that of a rainbow's before the absolute darkness smothered his vision and thoughts with silencing black
The other villains all turned to the intruder, eyes widened by confusion and confoundment. Glancing at the corpse of their fellow Villain, they understood what the man was not - a monstrous villain arrived on the scene, not a hero. One dangerous beyond their imagining, evident by his bare-handed murder of a fellow human being.
With profound speed their eyes could not track, he, with extreme savagery, decapitated their mutant friend with his murderous fist. Then, as if adding salt to injury, sharply
divided the head midair into concentric pieces with a skill that can only be described as a Quirk. "You killed him?" One asked in disbelief, still trying to understand that a stranger killed one of them with frightening ease. "Scum..." Dismissing his words, the demonic eyed man seethed, his presence now screaming unfathomable rage at the villain's pattern on both of his eyes started spinning and becoming a sickening color of purple. The menacing feel of his aura rose almost tenfold as if he was becoming
stronger with each second. The villains could feel his hatred permeating the area.
Confused, concerned, and scared, questions ranging from the murderous stranger's identity to his karmic alignment with society wracked their thoughts. However, one truth was clear, that the man before them was beyond furious for reasons unknown, one with a Quirk strong enough to mutilate his prey with bare hands alone.
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"L-Listen... We didn't know there were any other Villains in the area. Whoever you work for, I'm sure we could put this behind us." the eldritch mutant from the door negotiated. He was not expecting to die. The man was far too dangerous, a murderer drunk with a cocktail of blood-lust and frenzied rage. "What did you just call me?" Takeshi asked as his anger soared, His rage is as tangible as burning fire. He was critically wounded, just escaped from a losing battle, and was forced into a situation that screamed treachery from the ones that he despised the most. He had not a single comprehension of his
current position, but what the monsters did piss him off to his core. He refused to pardon the after such blasphemy, his heart demanding their deaths in the most brutal way imaginable. Raising both of his pincers in the air in an apologetic gesture,
the crab villain could feel a shiver pass over him."T-There's no reason for us to fight! You could help us! You s-seem pretty strong!" "Quiet." Takeshi pointed his blood-encrusted finger at them.
"I have decided. I will kill every single one of you. None of you shall escape my wrath." Takeshi decided on his ultimatum. Not in the mood for jokes or nonsense, lividly enraged, he flashed his gritted teeth as both of his eyes turned Blood red with a pitch-black square like symbol surrounded by four Tomoes drilled into his trembling victims. After Hearing his declaration, a few of the villains shivered in fear for their lives.
"O-Oi? What kind of vigilante are you?" Takeshi did not know what a vigilante is nor did he care. He cared only for the sight of their bodies torn apart with Divine prejudice and their blood painting the earth. "Die." With that word, Takeshi ignited the slaughter.
The boy watched as the villains tensed before rallying themselves to attack the dangerous man. He watched as they died one by one, slaughtered like cattle with his bare hands. The man's fighting style aroused a mixture of fear and awe within the boy. The way he fights was, as a work of art, feral, yet graceful. Intense, however, tempered, no room for error in his movements, only skill of the highest caliber. Something akin to the warriors of old. Despite his fear, the boy felt a sense of awe and respect for the man.
The eldritch mutant watched in muted shock and horror as This man effortlessly slaughtered his once-merry band. Every attack they sent his way seemed to glide past him. His arms were a blur as they lashed out, blood and body parts flying through the air, painting the ground a deep crimson. All thought of kidnapping the kid disappeared, replaced by the desire to fight for their lives, to preserve their lives.
The strange man weaved and easily dodged an incoming strike. With one pincer outstretched, the crab villain could only watch as a fist sped towards his face, a blur in his vision, plunging into the crab man's chest. He felt a brief, overwhelming sense of pain before he felt something ripped out of his chest. Looking at the man's hands, he saw something red and beating attached to thick cords of meat. He saw his own heart pulled out of his body, before the man crushed it in his hands, squeezing the blood from the red meat as the light faded from the corpse's eyes. The other villains watched, horrified as their fellow villain fell to the ground. The man's hand remained outstretched, still holding the crushed remains of their companion's heart with blood trickling through his fingers. Fear began to permeate the mind of every villain present. No matter what they did, they couldn't seem to beat this guy, touch this guy. The eldritch mutant stared at the man, his eyes wide with distraught.
"W-we're just here for the kid. I-If we take the kid, we'll leave your t-territory, okay?"
"Since when do monsters stoop so low?" The man's glare shifted from the corpse to him, his killing intent directed at him, undiminished. The mutant Villain grimaced, hearing the man continually describing them as 'monsters. He grew slightly confused. Why Would a fellow Villain be so against their actions? "We aren't monsters.! We're just Villains, doing a job." "Huh?" The man narrowed his eyes before walking towards
him, his killing intent still at its peak. There's no difference, especially when all I see are
abominations." The man replied with a serious tone. The reduced group of Villains all shuddered, pierced by the fact that they were going to die no matter what.
Glancing over at the kid on the ground, the grotesque villain had an idea pop into his head. As the shirtless man continued carving his way through his compatriots, the tentacled villain rushed over to the boy, snatching him up - his grotesque tentacles wrapped around the boy's throat, strangling him. Holding up the boy between the man and himself, the Villain could feel striking fear. "Get out of here. Now. Alternatively, I'll choke the life out of this kid." The boy's wide, panicked eyes stared at the now stationary form of the purple eyed man. The tentacles around his throat tightened their grasp, choking the breath out of him. The boy's wide, panicked eyes stared at the now stationary form of the red eyed man. The tentacles around his throat tightened their grasp, choking the breath out of him. "...go ahead." The man said as he briefly made eye contact with the tentacled villain. The red eyed man quickly said the word "kotoamatsukami" under his breath. The inhuman eyes of the eldritch mutant widened the moment he felt something cold piercing his mind. Then the tentacle holding the boy dropped, as the mutant fell face-flat on the floor lifeless like a stringless puppet.
..." The other villains were now scared for their lives. "Prepare to die." The man said as he resumed his slaughter. Takeshi stood in the center of his world, surrounded by the
blood and corpses of monsters, his only other company was a boy of around nine sitting there, trembling in fear. Takeshi took a deep breath as he calmed down, his rage sated, but not without allowing the pain of his accumulated injuries to catch
up to him finally. "Crap." Takeshi knew he must recuperate. He will soon lose consciousness if he remains idle. "Kid, you know a place I can stay in undisturbed?" Takeshi asked. He does not know why there wasn't a single forest in visual distance around him, or why he fell from the skies after being wrapped in around black mist, but he would figure that out later. He needed to heal... also, he was hungry. So Takeshi took out one of his small storage scrolls to get another soldier pill until he can find out where he is. "E-Eh.." The kid was still frozen there, unable to move, most
likely out of fear. "Kid, is this what you do for someone that saved you? Take me
somewhere I can heal. I will pass out if I remain idle." Takeshi demanded again, forcing the kid into action this time. "I.. f-follow me." The kid gulped, rubbing his neck still sore
from the tentacle choking. Looking at the kid, he was also in need of medical attention
judging by the purple bruises on his person, though he won't allow him to call for an ambulance. Knowing he was likely in another nation and didn't want to cause diplomatic unrest between his village and wherever this is… Takeshi was already well versed in the art of self-aid, and the aid of others. As the young boy headed down the stairs, Takeshi followed him. The darkness seemed to engulf the stairway, making Everything hard to see for the boy.. Both he and the boy continued going down, flight after flight passing. The entire area was almost entirely silent, aside from their footsteps. Takeshi assumed that they had arrived at the floor the boy was heading for, when he reached a nearby door, slowly swinging it open.
The boy continued walking, occasionally casting a glance back
at Takeshi . The purple eyed warrior followed the small boy into the hallway, while observing everything as he walked through the doors as they shut firmly behind them.
Glancing around the interior of the room. Takeshi could not miss the signs of
forced entry and kidnapping. Furniture was toppled and thrown around. Curtains from a nearby window lay on the floor, apparently ripped from the frame. Dirty footprints of
varying sizes and shapes were tracked all along the floor, a sign of the numerous intruders. A nearby dining table rested upside down, flipped by one of the intruders in their violence. Takeshi could see the young boy glancing around the room. frivolously cautious and wary for any more villains despite the overwhelming silence around them. This apartment was his home. The purple eyed warrior couldn't see any homeowner.
Perhaps the monsters outside had already.. "You live alone kid?" Takeshi asked to make sure. ...no... My Aunty owns this building. She's out for today.." Ghin replied as he walked towards a closet, the white door on the wall. Following the boy, Takeshi stayed slightly behind. His senses remained sharpened, in case any more monsters made their
approach. He'd been taken aback by how weak those monsters were. It seemed like they were low Chunin or genin at best since they'd barely even put up a fight. Takeshi's body still ached as he slowly walked behind the boy, still suffering from his
accumulated wounds from the battle before.
"H-Here you go." Ghin said as he took out a white square case. with a red plus on it, from the closet. It was a medical kit meant for emergencies. Opening it, a small array of medical supplies unveiled Antiseptics, bandages, gauzes, and a wide assortment of other medical tools were sat there, ready for use.Takeshi's body ached as he looked down at the contents of the medical kit. The boy began to take the materials out, one by one, glancing up at Him. "Uhh... w-what's your name, Mr.?" The boy asked, afraid but
trying to be brave "..Takeshi ." Takeshi answered as he took the bandages and antiseptic. "And don't call me Mr. It makes me feel old . I'm only twenty one ya know."
Takeshi lightly chided. the boy as the boy widened his eyes. "..ch?" The boy blinked owlishly at the revelation. "But, y-you look you're thirty!" The boy uttered without
thinking as he rudely pointed at Takeshi's face.
"Takeshi deadpanned tch. Damn kid that's harsh you know that ?" Takeshi as he laughed then half-threatened as he started applying the antiseptic, gritting his teeth in response to the liquid stinging the blood-crusted wounds before wrapping the
white cloth around them one by one. Takeshi glances up to see the boy. The boy shakes his head rapidly in response, unwilling to endure the same fates as the villains there before. "Relax kid, I'm just messing with you. It's understandable I get why you would reach that conclusion." Staring at Takeshi, the boy watched as the man tended to hissevere wounds, wondering what had he been through to look so bloody.
"..uhh.. why did you fall out of the sky?" The boy asked. A man falling out of the heavens was by far the strangest occurrence now that Takeshi thought about it.
"Well honestly not entirely sure about that myself kid, however what I do know is that I was suddenly engulfed by a black portal of some kind and now i'm here,'
"Takeshi replied bluntly upon remembering the battle with the Otsutsuki, a promise to skin the bastards when he finds them again. "Eh?" The boy blinked again, trying to process his answer as the atmosphere turned awkward.
"..a black mist? What??" The confused boy asked, unable to fully imagine the black mist. "Honestly kid I'm just as confused as you are." Takeshi tersely answered as he finished bandaging his arms. As he continued treating himself with the medical supplies.
Takeshi cast a thought back to the three Otsutsuki that had cornered him in one of Kaguya's dimensions. The memory elicited a slight frown, grimacing at the pain and shame that occurred. It may only have happened a few minutes ago, but it wedged itself firmly deep inside the recesses of Takeshi's mind. After that, another question arose.
However, a question followed Takeshi after the memory. What happened to him?
"kid, where am I?" Garou asked. Grasping his location was crucial, as he cannot determine the distance between him and the three Otsutsuki. "U-Um.," The kid stuttered, gathering the vestiges of his courage to answer the intimidating man.
"H-Hosu.."
..Hosu?"Takeshi repeated himself as he blinked. "There was no place he knew in the elemental nations called Hosu. At least to my knowledge…" "...uh. what's the elemental nations?" The boy asked, evidently confused by the equally bewildered boy. Where was he? The boy's knowledge of the location was impossibly absent, replaced by a word Takeshi never knew existed. The atmosphere teemed with mutual bewilderment as the two exchanged blank,
questioning stares. "..kid, do you have a map?" Takeshi asked, fear and trepidation creeping into his heart. Standing up quickly, the young boy rushed over to one of the
nearby open doors in the house. Takeshi could hear him rustling around various miscellaneous items in his search. After a moment of silence, footsteps grew closer from around the door. Suddenly, the kid appeared from behind the door, holding a large sheet of paper up for him. Clasping both edges of the layer, the young boy continued approaching Takeshi, the paper rustling as he moved As he stopped before Takeshi, the young boy placed down the map on the floor. Straightening it out with his hands, he
glanced up at Takeshi. "Is this o-okay?" The boy asked the shinobi as he stared
at the geography of the land he now resided. Takeshi Still not quite believing it asked, ...kid, do you have a globe or something?" The kid blinked.
Throwing his head left and right, the boy found a toppled globe that used to atop of a wooden cabinet and ran towards it. Picking it up, the kid returned to Takeshi and presented the sculpted representation of the world they call home. To Takeshi's bewilderment he reached out and took the globe. Glaring at the world model, Takeshi began spinning it. His glare was practically burning through the spherical model of the earth as it rotated horizontally around a vertical axis. Just like the map, Takeshi did not recognize anything on the orb. Moreover, there was more than one continent.
The crimson eyed shinobi's mind reeled as he parsed the unexpected revelation. He was no longer at home - a pastiche of the world he called home. "Kid, what do you know of tailed beasts?" Takeshi asked, "Uhhh... like in those old Shinto shrines depicting mythical creatures?"
" Ninjutsu?"
"Um, there are martial arts but no one uses them these days."
"…The land of fire?"
"…do you mean California?"
Takeshi shakes his head in disagreement…
" "The boy's silence was deafening.
"Oh my god.." Takeshi blinked as he dropped the globe to the
floor, letting it clatter on the wooden planks. Now, he has confirmed it.
"how?" He asked himself. Just how in all things supernatural Was he transported to another planet, one so similar to his? No, he shook his head. He should not focus on questions he can't answer in a single day. He does not know, and he doubted that the kid knows as well. The situation with him and the monsters, assuming they were mutated victims of orochimaru during his experimentation days , spoke of considerable confusion among them.
"All right kid, tell me everything you know here. The people,
the. heroes?" Takeshi demandedly queried for information.
"U-Um... are you a foreigner?" The kid asked now confused by
his sudden demand. "...you can say that..." Takeshi thought it wise to leave him out
of his life. "...-the heroes... Well, they are a force of good and justice. Every one of them possesses Quirks that separates their individuality and uniqueness." The boy explained with a surprisingly fluid tone and used words others his age would've
had trouble comprehending. "..what are Quirks?" Takeshi asked, not letting go of the term.
"Eh?"
Takeshi did not like how the boy was eyeing him, as if seeing a new breed of species standing before him. "...don't make me repeat myself. What are Quirks?" Takeshi
asked, in a forceful tone. "W-well…. Quirks are kind of like superpowers. They're unique
to each person. Eighty percent of the planet has a Quirk! Everyone, even kids!"
..." The words that came out of his mouth sounded utterly retarded.
"Superpowers?" There were things that Takeshi despised most in the world. One of them was the concept of powers given without proper testing. In summary, he hated those with power unearned. "You see kid In the place I came from (Elemental nations) everything good ninja didn't rely on that was simply given to them at birth. I and many like me trained hard to get to where we are today. We trained to learn various Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Fuinjutsu. Hell some of us even went beyond our villages expectations to learn sage mode and the 8 gates technique." The boy continued eyeing Takeshi, mildly surprised andcurious as for how this strange man didn't know of Quirks."Y-yeah. Every Hero has a Quirk. There are even schools to teach you how to control your Quirk!'
..do you have this... Quirk?" Takeshi required an affront example. How the boy sulked before Takeshi's eyes didn't leave his notice.
..nO.." The boy answered, one with great sorrow in his tone.
... what of those who do not have this... Quirk?" Takeshi asked
not liking where this was going. The boy's head lowered, looking at the ground dejectedly. "W-well... they don't become Heroes... they live out a normal
life. They're usually called the Quirkless." The silver-haired youth's tone was one of sadness and disappointment. Despite not being able to see the kid's face, Takeshi could tell from the emotions in his voice. " The words he uttered debased the world he lived in even more. The concept of superpowers was absurd to Takeshi. A superhero society based on superpowers was too arrogant in suggesting someone who was quirkless couldn't be just as effective as someone with one. If they receive the right training at an early age. The reason being at least anyone In the elemental nations had a better chance of being a shinobi there, being able to use ninjutsu or not.
"..that's bullshit." Takeshi cursed.
"Anyone can become a hero where I'm from. Quirk or not."
"A-anyone? Where do you come from?"The youth's head rose up, locking eyes with Takeshi. An interested, curious look now shone in his eyes. Takeshi could see that kid was warming up to him, the fear diminishing in his voice. ..Kid anyone could as long as they had discipline and a lot of willpower, I know a guy who had no aptitude for ninjutsu. So he and his dad created their own martial art called; strong fist." Takeshi said as he looked around the place. The kid was astonished as Takeshi continued his story…
"Kid, can you guess what the martial art known as strong fist implies?!" Ghin stops to think about it for a second. "Uhh…Maybe" Ghin replied. "Well let me tell you kid, but first I need you to come over to me. I need to take care of your injuries and wounds."
"Eh… um yes sir." Said Ghin. "Very well I shall continue my story now, listen up well kid, what the martial art strong fist implies is to simply hit something or someone really really hard." Takeshi had said with a smirk and a grin. Finishing patching-up the shallow cuts and minor scrapes on the kid. Takeshi stood back up already rested and ready to explore and to maybe test the waters on how strong these so-called quirks are. Takeshi thought to himself depending on how this goes, I might even have a bit of fun. An enticing prospect the more Takeshi mulled it over, leaving him a smile over his lips.
It would seem God had plans for him, whatever they may be.
However, nonetheless, Takeshi refused to allow God the pleasure of seeing his design work as he pleased.
Within the shadows of modern-day society, in a room who
almost no light can touch, two figures lay within the darkness,
one wreathed by the black fog of malice and the other marred
by death.
"Hah... Hah.." Kurogiri wheezed, his breaths heavy, standing
on his hands and knees before a specific stout, faceless figure,
his energy depleted after his third trial with the trigger drug
injected in his veins.
"Your control over your empowered Quirk had not improved
in the slightest, Kurogiri." The man sitting in his chair looked'
at the man prostrating before him with a tone of undeniable
disappointment.
"Forgive me... Sensei." The black mist man prostrated before
the faceless man with utmost reverence.
"I do not hold you in any account, Kurogiri. Remember that I
never expected this experiment to succeed in the first place.
There was no loss in your failure, rest assured. Just try harder
next time. For the League of Villain's sake."
