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Chapter 2: Friends and Foes

Back when he was only a child, Loki had heard tales of other realities existing alongside their own. Some of them were so similar to ours that you could spend a lifetime searching for the differences and find none. And some were so different that they resembled nothing of the world you came from.

This world was somewhere in the middle.

At first, he thought this was the world where the Mad Titan had failed in his quest, whether it was by the hand of his brother and his friends or otherwise. But the research he conducted over the weekend proved otherwise. There was no Asgard or Thor, all mentions of them existing only in myths.

As for Thor's allies? None of them were alive in this world anymore.

Tony Stark's life ended with his kidnapping. There was no Iron Man.

Steve Rogers was never found after his mission from the looks of it, either. Captain America remained a legend.

As did the Hulk since Bruce Banner was last sighted somewhere in China... over eighty years ago.

There was no information on Barton, Romanoff or Fury. In fact, there was no mention of SHIELD or any other organization like it anywhere.

Thor and Asgard were a non-entity in this reality. And all of his allies have fallen before they could become the heroes he remembered.

It was not the world where Loki perished. But it didn't change anything about the promise Izuku made to his past self.

"Aaaand done."

Izuku looked down at the runes he carved into the slab of stone at his feet. As Loki, he had studied all forms sorcery to give himself an edge against his brother and other warriors. And though the magic in this world was much weaker, it was still there.

He placed the pieces of metal, wood and glass on top of the stone and took a deep, steady breath in.

The people of Midgard were familiar with the concept of transmutation since the legends of people turning lead into gold through alchemy. But in Asgard, the practice of alchemy was widely known and taught, especially to those of great talent like Loki.

Keep your mind free of any distractions. See what lies before you with your eyes and what you desire to have with your mind. Steadily push your own energy along with the magic around you.

It was almost embarrassing how hard it was to do right now. He could remember the days when, with a snap of a fingure, he could peaceful clouds into fearsome dragons or chariots into frozen fruits. But he needed to build himself back up towards that level of power.

And it all would begin with this.

"Woah..." he whispered, admiring the metal in his hands. "I did it!"

Hihi'irokane was the metal Izuku heard one of his classmates mention in passing. And though there were few records of it in the libraries of this world, he could remember the metal and its formula in the Asgardian archives. And now it was used to create a replica of his scepter.

The gift of the monster that ended his past life.

No, he reminded himself. The scepter, much like himself, was here to fulfill another destiny. One that he would choose and craft himself. There was no Infinity Stone to tempt him. And no Titan to feed his resentment and envy of his brother.

Let's test you out.

Izuku took a few practice swings with the scepter, its blade cutting into the bark with ease. The metal felt like an extension of his own body, the heat of his own flesh travelling through the entire thing like it was lifeblood.

Memories of the days he spent training under his mother's watchful eye warmed his heart as he repeated the movements she had once taught him. He didn't have the same power and vigor as Thor and so he could never fight as All-Father wished.

But mother's style was perfect for his smaller frame, his speed and cunning in battle. And so she taught him everything he knew.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the simpler and better days. Whenever Odin would take Thor to one of his adventures deemed too dangerous for Loki, Freyja would spend the day with him in the forests of Asgard.

And though she would train him in the styles of combat that suited his strengths when he grew up, it all began as a simple game of chase between mother and her son.

"I will always love you, Loki."

She always believed in him. Even when he stopped believing in himself. Even when he committed atrocities in the name of his ego and anger, she loved him. And it was time that he became someone worthy of all her pride and faith.

He continued with the forms. Every move he had learned over the centuries of Asgardian life needed to be relearned and readjusted to his current body. At the very least, his body was much stronger than that of an average human.

Not nearly as powerful as he was back in his past life, but he was still strong enough to have done all that damage to those heroes.

Hours passed and his body started to ache with exhaustion and pain. A pleasant pain but pain nonetheless. Resting his scepter on the ground, Izuku traced his fingers across the golden shaft. Though he still remembered using it to hurt people, he had hope that it wouldn't be long before he could replace them with much better memories.

"Alright then, time to start the next exercise."

As pleasant as it was to practice with the scepter and lose himself in the pleasant memories, he was far from ready to take on the exam ahead of him. Just ten months to master all the powers and skills that he would need.

And he was not going to waste them.

Pulling out a book with the runes etched into the cover, Izuku separated the snow white sheets of papers with lines and labelled each one as a different power. He could remember having more than simple illusions and basic magic. And he would not stop until he awakened all of them.

Telekinesis

Teleportation

Shapeshifting

Illusions

Spellcasting

Mastering all those within ten months was quite the task. These woods were good enough for training. Enough space to practice with his weapons and enough rocks and trees to try out various spells and telekinesis on. Coming here to train would be safe and logical solution.

But where was the fun in that?

It wasn't long before he found himself sneaking out at night to test out some of his powers. He never did anything that would draw too much attention. Stopping a couple of purse-snatchers by making them see Endeavor or All Might right behind them. Turning invisible to mess around with a couple of small-time crooks. Transforming into a bird and spying on a few gangs and their gatherings.

He found the experience not only stimulating but very helpful in his training. Even though he slipped uip a few times, he always found way out. And with those mistakes came the experience that he would never have gotten if he stayed in the woods.

He knew that he was doing something against the rules. But as long as nobody was hurt, was it really that bad? Didn't the good that he had done in the shadows outweight the evils it took to do that? He liked to think it did.

And for now, that was good enough reason to continue.

M

For as long as she could remember, Rumi always had trouble standing still. Even before she awakened her Quirk, the girl simply couldn't stand the idea of not doing something. Running, kicking or punching, it didn't matter as long as she got to burn off some of that everlasting energy in her body.

Which is why the chase was one of her favourite parts of this job, second only to an actual fight.

So when she heard of this new vigilante that every one of her colleagues failed to catch? Well, how could she not take that challenge?

To her disappointment, it was not a seasoned and badass vigilante she found in the middle of a warehouse but rather some kid. Dressed from head to toe in black and green, everything about his posture screamed 'amateur'. She simply couldn't believe that this runt was the one who gave her colleagues a slip.

"Kill the brat!"

And then the fight started. And Rumi's disappointment turned into excitement.

She watched the kid wield some sort of staff as he dodged and maneuvered around the thugs as if he was dancing. It was clear that the boy didn't have much power but he more than made up for it with speed and agility. Each step was sharp and efficient, wasting no energy and leaving no room for mistake as he brought them down with calculated swipes and slashes.

She saw no blood, which was odd as some of the men screamed in pain as if they were cut through. Was his Quirk able to affect their perception? Enhance pain, maybe? Whatever he had, it seemed effective enough to make short work of the small gang.

Though not before the apparent leader of this bunch decided to step in. It was clear that the man had some sort of strength-enhancing Quirk and a quick jab of a syringe only further added to that as he pumped himself full of Trigger. She had half a mind to jump in and take the guy down herself when the kid charged at the man with suicidal confidence.

The gang leader drew back his arm, his entire body pulsing with energy as he shot forth his fist like a hammer. And the kid raised his staff ready to somehow counter the incoming punch. Only the two didn't connect as the boy disappeared in a puff of smoke, causing confusion for both the thug and the heroine.

"Over here!"

The two then looked to the source of the voice, the corner of the warehouse. How did he-

"No, I am over here!"

Another vigilante stood in the other corner of the building. Clones? Illusions? But how was this possible?

"Both of them are liars, I am the real deal!"

"No, me!"

"I am the real one!"

More and more copies of the kid appeared around the man, cheering and laughing. All but begging the man to attack him. The endless cacophony of laughter and jeers eventually got to the man as he attacked every single copy in sight.

"Come out and fight me like a man!" the thug roared after the twentieth copy puffed out of existence. "You damn coward!"

"I am fourteen, dude," one of the copies leaned against the man, checking his clothe-covered nails. "Of course, I am not fighting like a man!"

"Die!"

"And coward? You are the one here on drugs! That's cheating!"

"Shut it! All of you! I will kill you!"

"Well, you are not doing a good job at it," one copy smirked before it was hit over the head with a giant fist.

"Must be skill issue," said another before it shared the same fate.

No matter how many copies the man killed, more appeared and took their place. Mocking and attacking the man, keeping him too distracted in his rage to notice the single figure not joining on the fun. With a snap, all copies faded away leaving that figure right in front of the man.

"Fuhhh... kill... you..." The man wheezed and coughed as he struggled to muster up the strength. He reached for the boy only to be hit in the jaw by the butt end of the boy's staff.

"That was quite brutal," she chuckled as the boy sharply turned in her direction. Seems that he hadn't noticed her until now. "So did these guys do something to you or were you just looking for a fight?"

So far, he had been involved in around five similar cases. Always going for some small-time gangs. Leaving some info he gathered up on them and disappearing into the night. None of her colleagues even witnessed the fights but were around to see him flee the scene.

"I was just around the neighborhood," The kid was a terrible liar even if his voice was calm and steady. "Heard them talking about the Trigger and decided to help out a little with their arrest."

"By committing the act of vigilantism?"

"We have that in common, I guess," She was sure the brat was smiling behind their mask. "If memory serves me right, you made the headlines first as a student who broke up the underground fighting rings?"

"I take it, you are a fan?"

"Yeah, I would ask for an autograph but I would rather not get within kicking distance."

"Kid, you know that the moment I see you, you are in that distance."

"Oh, but is it me that you see right now?"

A flash of grin behind the black clothe was all that Rumi needed to act. With the explosion of force, she jumped towards the kid ready to take him down and gritted her teeth in frustration as she passed right through the mirage. When did he do this? How could he do this? None of that mattered.

The chase was on and she wouldn't join her colleagues at the loser table.

Leaving the nearby heroes a message to come and pick up the small fries, she rushed outside to find the brat before he got enough distance away from her. Her eyes zeroed in on the lone figure running across the rooftops.

She ran after him, not even bothering to be subtle about it. A brief glimpse at her was enough to get the kid to try and run faster. But he was not only weaker and smaller than her, he was also exhausted from the fight. As impressive as he was fighting and evading some street thugs, he was up against a hero now.

The kind that played to win.

The roof under her feet fell apart and she jumped away only to slam into the wall she didn't see before. The distant laughter confirmed that this was the brat's doing. Rumi had fought her fair share of illusionists. All illusions had some flaw to them. She just needed to find the weakness in this one's illusions and he was toast.

And failing that? She would just power through whatever he threw at her.

There was no guarantee that the kid she was chasing was even the real him. But given how desperate he was to shake her off with other illusions, it was worth a little humiliation.

She ignored the cries for help that sounded too loud and too clear to actually come from beneath them. She rushed through the other heroes that suddenly appeared to try and stop her. She didn't stop even when the whole world became nothing but black void. Every obstacle the brat threw at her, she cut right through it hungrier and more determined.

Until finally, she landed on the rooftop opposite of him. Seeing the figure visibly shake with frustration was worth the chase. And it would be all the sweeter once she actually captured him.

"Anyone ever told you that chasing guys is unattractive?" he asked, his grip on the staff tightening.

"Dream on, kid. Pigs will fly before I chase after some brat like that."

"Funny you should say that..."

She saw the staff glow faint grin before she heard the oinking all around her. She blinked and suddenly she was surrounded by pigs of all shapes and sizes and colours with tiny wings on their bags. So the kid was an illusionist, after all. Annoying but nothing that she couldn't handle.

"Illusions are good for distractions, kid. But they are worth nothing in a battle!"

She rushed past through the images of the pigs and piglets, not shaken at all even as they exploded and squealed in pain. Even as she felt their stinking breath on her face or warm and dirty meat against her flesh, she just pushed through. The kid was good, she would give him that much. These things almost felt real.

Her hand shot forth as she grabbed the kid by the collar. He moved to hit her with the staff but she slapped it away with a simple wave of hand.

"Alright, you win this one," he raised his hands in defeat. "Say, any chance you could let me go this one time? I promise to stop playing vigilante."

"Sorry, kid, but the rules are rules," she felt a little bad for playing the by-the-book type. But she had her fair share of knocks from the law and it was best he learned now than later like her. Hell, she would even put in a good word for him at the station. "Now, let's just find something to cuff your hands with."

It was just her luck that she didn't take any handcuffs with her today. Then again, she usually knocked the other party and waited for the police to handle them. Her eyes stopped at the kid's face. Or more specifically, the clothing he used to cover it behind.

"This will do."

The boy shook his head, trying to keep her hand away from his makeshift mask. But she was faster and, in one swift move, she unwrapped his face like a present. She wasn't even sure what he was so worried about. There were no scars and deformities that he might want to hide away. He looked like a normal kid, save for his forest green hair and his... green... glowing... eyes...

Rumi blinked as she found herself weirdly tired. Her body felt numb and heavy and rigid, letting the kid slip out of her hold. She shook her head, fighting off the sudden drowsiness. She found herself force on all fours as she tried to stay awake.

She looked up from her position, determined to burn his face into her mind and track him down later. Only to look into those swirling pools of green once again. Her whole mind was consumed by the sudden weightlessness as she found any attempt to form a thought futile. Any hope for remembering anything but those green eyes evaporated along with any thought she had.

"Forget my face."

The command, as soothing and calm as it was spoken, filled up her mind. Her memories of the brat's face were neither torn from her mind nor burned out of it. Instead, they simply melted away into nothing.

She didn't try to fight it. She didn't want to as all thoughts of resistance were gone from her mind along with everything else. As long as she stared into the bottomless pools of green light, no other thought beyond what the brat said could exist.

"Now sleep."

Her mind turned blank and her eyes shut down as she fell asleep.

M

In the Era of Peace created by All Might, heroes losing was practically unheard of. The heroes had numbers, resources, training and support systems. While villains only had themselves and whatever shady connections they could rely on. So when the news of Mirko of all people being defeated by vigilante hit the front pages, it instantly became the hottest topic of the day.

And once the video of the chase was posted, the mystery surrounding him only grew bigger.

Vigilantes were not, by any means, an unknown in Japan. Within the framework of the law, any activity involving the use of a Quirk against or in aid of another person could be considered the act of vigilantism. And though it may have seemed harsh at the first glance, the degree of punishment varied depending on the case at hand.

Someone using their Quirk to pull another person out of the collapsing building was, technically, an act of vigilantism. But it wouldn't be treated in the same way as using your Quirk to break into someone's home to deal out justice.

His current situation, however, was different.

It was one thing to use his Quirk to attack a few gangsters here and there. Even escaping arrest from the pro heroes, while criticized, didn't get him much scorn from the people. But now that he was known to have attacked an actual pro?

They are definitely looking for me now.

He didn't even know what he did or how. He could remember using the scepter to get the people under his control but it was only because of the Infinity Stone contained inside it. Was it possible that his rebirth had done something to enhance or change his powers? He needed to study this further but how? He needed to lay low for a while until the heat from this incident died down.

So where or how could he test his new power?

"Oi, let go!"

He looked at the scene of a couple of kids his age leading another one into an alley. He didn't entertain the ideas of this being a misunderstanding between friends. Not when one of them looked so damn angry. Following inside, he instinctively turned invisible and got closer to the group as they pushed the purple-haired boy against the wall.

"I told you, piss off," the boy sneered before receiving a smack across the face. "The hell-"

"That's my line, asshole," the other boy said. "We asked you for a little help and you go and rat on us? If you didn't want to help, you should've just kept your mouth shut."

"You would still do it and blame that on my Quirk. I am tired of being your scapegoat!"

There was another smack and the other boy stepped in, "And yet you still got punished along with us, so was it really worth it, asshole?"

The boy gritted his teeth and opened his mouth only for another smack across the face to shut him down. Nothing that would bruise or leave any serious marks. It was not about hurting the boy. It was about putting him down and humiliating him.

Unseen by them, Izuku moved on an instinct. His lips inches away from one of the bullies, he imagined his words to be spoken in the same voice as the boy. And so when he whispered into his ears 'Punch your friend', the other boy moved almost instantly.

"The fuck?! The hell's gotten into you, Jin?" the downed bully growled. Izuku didn't move this time but his voice still carried the same power as he told the kid that his attacker was looking down on him. And that the only way to prevent that from happening was to beat him first. "Get here, you asshole!"

The third and final bully was looking at the purple-haired with obvious fear before he tried to run. His attempt was foiled by Izuku appearing right in front of him. Their eyes met for a brief moment and, in a blink of an eye, the third bully was overwhelmed with desire to fight his other friends, too.

"Did you do this?" the purple-haired teen asked. "You know what, dumb question. Of course, it is you."

"Really, how can you tell?"

"You look a little too happy to have just stumbled on this," he looked at the three as they continued to fight. "Will they be alright? Not that they don't deserve it, but I'd rather they didn't kill each other."

"Nah, they won't do anything they wouldn't have done to you."

The other teen took a few seconds to look at the fighting ball of limbs before chuckling to himself. "Fair enough. The name is Shinsou Hitoshi, by the way."

"Midoriya Izuku," he said as the two left the alley. "So what is the deal with those guys?"

"Ah, it's all because of my Quirk. They wanted me to get someone to sell them alcohol for the party or something."

"Really? How would that even work?"

"Well, my Quirk is called Brainwashing. Honestly, it is more like putting people in trance and giving them some simple commands rather than anything high-level. But I could still tell some small shop owner to sell us whatever we wanted."

"Why not tell them to take a hike?"

"I wanted to but I need to concentrate for the Quirk to work. Hence why they slapped me every time they walked to me and waited a few seconds before responding."

"And you went to the teacher?"

"Yup. The school knows about my Quirk, so I wanted to make sure the bastards didn't try and claim I brainwashed them into trying to get some booze if they got caught," the teen hissed as he rubbed his swollen cheek. "Fat load of good it did. As far as they are concerned, I am just as bad as actual troublemakers because of the Quirk I have. They won't even talk to me normally on the off-chance that I brainwash them."

Izuku could remember the days of being avoided as Loki. He was still the Prince of Asgard. But he was always a tag-along to his brother. And without him? He was always an outcast. Someone who didn't have the same strength or values as other brave and noble warriors. And though highly praised by his tutors in magic, even they avoided him.

Though nobody knew of his true ancestry before his betrayal and imprisonment, it was almost as if they could feel that he didn't belong among them.

"I can relate to that."

"I figured," Shinsou gave him a wry grin. "You can control minds, too?"

"I can influence them. Make them see or hear things that are not quite there," he answered. "I am something of a late bloomer so I am still figuring out how my power works."

"That makes the two of us then. I still need to figure out how to use my power for the U.A. exams."

"You are applying there, too?"

"Among other schools, yeah. Can't be too picky when all I can do is brainwash people," he sighed. "I just had to be born with the villainous Quirk, didn't I?"

"Hey, your power is great, so don't put yourself down," Izuku protested. "With your Quirk, you could get villains to stand down before the fight even started. Or get people out of dangerous situations without panic or other emotions getting in the way."

He once heard one of their battle instructors dismiss him as weak and incompetent. The man told All-Father that Loki didn't have the strength and the endurance that made Asgardians the warriors they were known as across the realms. And it was true, in a way. He was not the warrior like every other Asgardian.

But he made himself a warrior worth respect and fear in his own right.

"To Hel with whatever someone says about your Quirk," he said with the grin. "You can laugh at your teachers and all those that called your Quirk 'villainous' when you get into U.A."

"Alright, alright," Shinsou let out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure, let's get both in there. You got any actual plan for that, though?"

Izuku's grin widened. He thought that his training would come to a halt now that the heroes were on the lookout for his vigilante self. But it seemed that the universe itself wanted him to continue.

"As a matter of fact, Shinsou, I do."

It was all coming together now.

"Can you stop grinning at me like that? That's creepy as hell, man."

"Oh, sorry."

M

Ever since he awakened his Quirk, Hitoshi taught himself to keep a distance away from other people. That way, he didn't feel too sad or angry when the other kids stayed away from him because of their parents' words. That way, he didn't feel too disappointed or upset when someone tried to use him for his Quirk.

He didn't like being alone. But it was better than frienships and bonds built on lies.

And then he met Midoriya. And for the first time ever, he felt like he could trust someone.

He knew that Midoriya was hiding something from him. He knew because the teen himself said that he had a secret he couldn't share until he understood it himself. It didn't make much sense but Shinsou was fine with it. At the very least, he was told about the secret's existence even if not its nature.

"Ready for another spar?" Midoriya grinned as he handed him the wooden staff. "You make the best practice dummy of all."

"Jerk," Hitoshi scoffed but took the weapon and the stance. "One of these days, I am going to wipe that green off your face."

"That day isn't today, though."

Midoriya was circling around him like a vulture he turned into during these spars. Hitoshi compared his friend to the scavenger not out of pettiness or anger but because of the way the green-haired illusionist fought.

He never struck you at your strongest. He never attacked you head-on. Instead he always attacked your weaknesses and pecked at your mistakes until they went from minor slip-ups to fatal miscalculations.

Out of all the ways to counter him, staying still and waiting for the right moment worked best for Hitoshi. Sure, he was still taking hits but it was better than leaving his area and allowing the other boy's illusions to dictate the flow of the battle.

Histoshi glared in the direction that Midoriya disappeared. Would he attack from behind as he did three fights ago? It could be trap and he would attack from the sides. Or maybe he wanted him to think he was going to break the pattern and would attack from the back again.

He needed to be cautious here. Trust nothing until he could feel it in his hands.

"Hitoshi?" A woman in her thirties stepped out of the woods, her wavy purple hair having some leaves stuck to them. "I was looking all for you!"

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

"You forgot your lunch. I even made your favourites!"

He swung the staff at the woman's head, hitting her dead on. He ignored the cry of pain and focused instead of the feeling of his staff hitting solid wood.

"Nice try, asshole," Hitoshi scoffed. "But it is my dad who cooks at our home."

"Shit, I thought I was going to get you this time," his 'mother' said before turning back into Midoriya. "You are getting better at spotting my illusions."

"Or maybe you are losing your touch!"

He pushed the other teen back and swung his staff down ready to get much-desired payback at the illusionist. But it wouldn't be Midoriya if he gave up after his illusions were revealed, would it?

Vanishing in a blink of an eye, Shinsou took the moment to step down on his friend's staff. It wasn't a victory but taking away his weapon meant Izuku only had his hands to use against him. Which meant he would need to get close.

"Come out, come out wherever you ar-?"

Shinsou crashed onto the ground without much warning. His staff pitifully rolled towards Midoriya who was standing in front of him with shit-eating grin.

"The hell did you?" he looked at his feet, shocked to see some rope tied around his ankles. "When did you do this?"

"When you saw through my disguise," he grinned. "Didn't see or feel me tie those around you, did you?"

No, he didn't. He never did.

"And that makes the score forty-six to twenty-two," Midoriya, assshole that he was, made another mark in his damned little book. "Sometimes, it is almost difficult to be this good."

"Hey, Midoriya."

"Yeah?"

The boy's eyes grew dull and his posture went stiff. Shinsou grinned as he could see the glint of panic somewhere in the boy's eyes.

"You let your guard down," Shinsou chuckled as he took the book from the boy's hand and made a notch in his column. "And that makes it forty-six to twenty-three. Now how about you walk on your hands and right over there?"

The boy's body moved on command as he got on his hands and walked towards the nearby pond. With a loud splash and subsequent cursing, the boy emerged from the water completely drenched.

The two shared a long quiet minute before bursting into laughter. Their training continued late into the evening with the two exchanging all the ideas they could implement in the exam. Even though U.A. changed the format of the exam from year to year, there was enough information from past applicants to get close enough picture of everything they could expect.

But it wasn't just training that Shinsou came here for.

What made him come here to get his ass handed to him again and again was the fact that he finally had someone he could laugh about it with.

M

Even though months passed since her fateful encounter with the vigilante, Rumi still couldn't remember most of the details. She could remember the warehouse she found him at and the men that he fought there. She remembered the chase and the moment she got her hands on him.

But no matter how hard she tried to rememeber anything else, she just couldn't. From his face to his voice, she could remember nothing but the black clothes. She didn't even remember what Quirk he used to get away from her or do what he had with her memory. And it was pissing her off more than anything right now.

Which is why, when some American came to her with the offer of help, she had no choice but to accept.

As she stepped into the fancy office filled with various art pieces and rewards, she couldn't help but feel that she came to the wrong place. Was she really supposed to believe someone wih such gaudy place could help her? The man sitting at the desk of this place didn't help her confidence either.

"Ah, Ms. Usagiyama, good day."

He was a man of average build and heights with slicked back dark hair and dressed in a dark grey three-piece suit. And, to complete the douchebag look, he was wearing the sunglasses inside.

"You said that you can help me with my memory, right?"

"Of course," the man smiled. "Please, sit down. We have a lot to discuss with you."

"Whatever you have in mind, it better be good. I wasted enough time already trying to jog my memory with the doctor's appointments."

"Ms. Usagiyama, please," the man's smile took on the dangerous edge. "Ask anyone from New York to I-Island. They all tell you the same thing."

She swore she could see his eyes flash red.

"Dario Agger always delivers."

Make a friend. Wipe someone's brain. Get yourself an enemy. That's what all teenagers go through, after all.

Next chapter, we are going to have the entrance exam. Let's just hope nothing bad happens there, right?