I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise is owned by their respective owner..

Author's Note: You might have noticed that Yagi is yet to appear for the past few chapters. I assure you that he will return soon enough. (Just thought I should address this since one of my readers asked me about his whereabouts. And yes, he is still the protagonist, don't you worry)

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

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Dim radiance entowed his vision, as the encircling mist began to dissipate. His eyelids began to inflate, gradually opening itself as his drifting consciousness began to return. He felt oddly drowsy. He usually felt energised, even if it was in the middle of the night...

Ah, right, One For Wall, or whatever the name was.

I shouldn't use that for the time being. Garou made a mental note. He tried to sit, but his body strained him from doing so, "Hnggh..!?"

Shit. He didn't expect for it to be this bad. His muscles felt like they were trampled. He juggled his arms around, only for the throbbing sensation to intensify, "Great," Garou lamented. He looked around, only to see the infusions cables attached all around him. Most likely iron supplies.

He might be low on iron. Well, that fact alone has never placed him in a hospital bed. That quirk has to have something to do with it.

But these infusion cables? He could feel that there was something sketchy going on behind them. Why did he feel light headed? Everything seemed blurry, as if his mind was cloaked by something inexplicable, not to mention the lingering dizziness. His chest felt tight, definitely not like how it had been before he blacked out.

He tried to remove them, but something prevented him from doing so.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice came from beside him. He turned to the right, only to see the flickering image of...his dad?...leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, "You oughta rest."

Garou shifted his eyes towards the source of the voice, then, the flickering form of a man with an ashen hair and businessmen suit stood besides him, "I thought I'd seen the last of you."

"Not with me in your head, you're not." All For One huffed.

"How can I see you, anyway?" Garou asked, resting his head steadily against the pillow, "Am I hallucinating?"

"In a way, yes, you are." All For One replied, "Your quirk is forcing your brain to project the image of what my consciousness might look like in an astral form. I don't know if I explained that right, but that's the gist of it."

"Correction: Shimura's quirk." Garou spat out.

"Whatever the fuck," All For One stood straight, disappearing tentatively before reappearing in front of him moments later, "You good for a walk?"

"Why do you ask?" He inquired.

"Cause I feel like ejecting from the backseat the longer I look at this room. Can you believe how cheap this room looks? Probably the cheapest hospital I've ever seen. That kid sure doesn't know how to choose his places right." All For One remarked.

"I'm not the one who dragged you into this situation in the first place."

"Ah, yes, Shimura." All For One let out a subtle laugh, "I'm thinking that we should fuck with her after this whole fiasco blows over."

"What?"

"Yeah. What, you don't want to?"

"I don't mind doing that if it's all by myself, the last thing I want to do is collaborate with you." Garou scoffed.

"Not the type to work well with others, aren't you?"

"Not when it's you."

All For One's expression shifted in amusement, "Pffft, yeah, understandable."

"Fuck off." Garou uttered.

"Unfortunately, your brain is in a phase right now, so I can't 'fuck off'." All For One shrugged, "But you can ram your head against the wall if you want, give it a whirl, might work."

"Just...just shut the fuck up, okay?" Garou grunted, "You wanna stay, stay. All I ask is for a moment of peace, and for you to sit at that corner over there and keep your mouth zipped."

"I'd be tempted to comply, but I just can't stop running my mouth around." All For One declined, reappearing to his left side, leaning his elbow against the side of the bed.

All For One didn't open his mouth momentarily, running his fingers through the bed. Then, he said, "Back then, whenever I tried to measure your height, it didn't exactly took me to run my fingers from one end to the other. Usually ends halfway. You've grown quite a lot."

Garou coldly stared away, not responding to him.

All For One's expression dropped, but he quickly maintained his composure, "Huh, you even made yourself fit. Look at those mountain of muscles.."

He was met with yet another silent treatment.

"...Garou."

"What now?" Garou replied.

All For One opened his mouth hesitantly, pausing for a while, before closing it again, "Nevermind."

"Hm." Garou turned his head away, "Desperate to keep that flapping mouth of yours running on an engine, huh?"

All For One sighed, "Alright, enough screwing around, I can retreat back to your mind if that's what you want."

"Nah, stay where you are." Garou pointed at him while still looking at the other side of the room, "A lot more talkative than I remembered, you."

"I've been quiet for the most part of my end as an abstract ghost, what do you expect?" All For One chuckled.

Garou raised his brow, "You had Shimura, and whoever that guy was at the top of the hero world."

"Why in all the things that are holy would you expect me to talk to someone that practically had a long time feud with me? And Ignition? Don't make me laugh." All For One questioned, laughing faintly as he did, "Though it could be funny, which is why the offer to screw around with them as a side gig isn't off the table yet."

"Fuck off with that already."

"Hey, I'm just giving you an alternative. Instead of risking your neck out here over a couple of freeloaders, why don't you do something that excludes the interests of others for a change, hm? Even as a villain, you had the people's interest in mind, which is mind boggling, by the way." All For One beckoned, his posture leaning forward, "Play some pranks, find a hobby, or hell, get a job, make a living."

"A job? Right, as if that could work, looking at my records and all, plus, I escaped the fucking rehabilitation center a few days back." Garou stated, "I'm on the state's shit list, so no, nada, no opportunity left for me."

"Unofficial hustles, then." All For One pointed out, "Just saying."

"That's off the table." Garou declined, shaking his head, "It's not like you had a legitimate job either."

"Who said that?"

"Ordinary jobs are above the paygrade of high caliber villains like you." Garou elaborated, adjusting his position on the bed, leaning more to the backside.

"Believe it or not, I was a volunteer once. It was a community service that I was invested in back then."

Something clicked on Garou's mind, "Community service? You? What is this, an exaggerated lucid dream? There's no way."

"What, don't believe me? We share the same brain, so why don't you take a peek while you're at it-"

"I don't want to even take the slightest glance at your waste of a brain." Garou coldly declined, but he gave it a thought.

"Yeah, I know, it's full of...degrading secrets, I guess." All For One sighed, "Speaking of secrets...you know they'll figure you out soon, right?"

"Who?" Garou asked.

All For One put on a serious, urging expression this time, "People that you're associating yourself with right now."

"I'm helping them out."

"In return for what, getting ratted out by one of the students?" All For One inquired, "You shouldn't stick your nose on this one, really."

Garou snorted, "It's the only thing left that I can do."

"And what if they figure you out? They're gonna invite you to a vacation trip to the nearest villain incarceration center. You'd be lucky if you have a decent enough lawyer to represent you." All For One insisted, "It's. not. Worth it."

"Maybe it isn't." Garou affirmed with a shallow look.

All For One stared at him for a moment, before sighing, "Alright, I guess whatever you do with your life isn't up to me."

Garou stared at the empty ceiling for a while, before saying, "Hey, can you lend me some of your energy?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Lend me your energy."

All For One deadpanned, "I don't think that's how it works."

"That's definitely how it works. You're a quirk, technically, so work your magic."

"Maybe it's possible, but I'm no expert." All For One waved his hands in front of him, "You want to ask how? The other vestiges are the go-to consultants."

"Vestiges?"

"Past users, as I've told you before. Technically speaking, they're your predecessors." All For One replied.

Ignoring his remark, he asked, "So I can talk with them?"

"Not as frequent as you can with me, but yes." All For One nodded.

"And why in the fuck are you the exception?"

"I've got no clue. Maybe it's because we're related?" All For One shrugged.

"The fact that you can say that alone still feels a bit repugnant." Garou blurted out, his eyes fixated on the ceiling, not planning to make an eye contact with the ghost besides him.

But before they could converse even further, a person came through the door, walking at a leisure pace towards the patient bed, "How are you feeling, mister, ah, Goro?"

Garou had a hysterical fit internally. Goro? Really? Did he get that from Kaminari?

"Body still feels a bit strained, I guess." Garou replied, his hands hardly can move, "But compared to before, I'd say I've made quite the recovery."

"That's good to hear. Once we provide you the right amount of iron fused into your system, we'll talk about the fees."

"Fees?" Garou raised his brow. Oh right.

'Don't have enough dime on ya, I assume?' All For One spoke, though his mouth wasn't moving.

'You didn't have to state the fucking obvious.' Garou retorted, speaking from the back of his mind.

'You could always ask that brocolli kid to pay. He seems capable, financially speaking.' All For One's lips curled deviously as he spoke the next words. 'Or we could rip Shimura off. Today's good.'

'Can you lay off the whole 'Screw with Shimura Nana' shtick already? I get that you have a fucking feud with her, but don't drag me into your squabble!' Garou screamed internally.

'Brocolli kid, then.'

'Yeah, right, I don't even know how to contact him. He didn't even told them to bill him directly.'

'Know what? Don't bother. Pretty sure he didn't inject you with iron.'

'Then what did-'

All For One quickly clarified, 'You're being jacked with a large dose of met- you know the thing.

Garou was confused at first, but he quickly caught on the meaning.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!' That explains the feeling of dizziness that's been riling him up for the past few minutes!

"Goro-san, are you alright? Do you need me to get something for you? A glass of water, perhaps?" The doctor asked, concerned.

"No, no, I mean, it's just..right, the fees?" Garou inquired, "I- I don't happen to have the money with me. Not right now."

"You don't?" The doctor leaned forward with a blood-curdling growl, his face morphing into something grotesque, "Anyone who enters these premises don't get to decline to pay their due charges."

"We'll get them."

"'We'?" The doctor frowned, "What do you mean-"

"I." Garou quickly corrected himself, "I'll get the fees."

'...Smooth.'

'Hey, I don't see you helping with the talking part.'

'Saying 'we' to a person suspected of managing a drug trafficking business. Tsk, tsk, tsk, for a guy that had the aspiration to be a symbol, you sure as hell don't know your social cues.'

Garou gritted his teeth, 'I'm SERIOUSLY considering the head ramming option.'

'Be my guest.'

"Hey." The doctor slammed the side of the bed to get Garou's attention, "You don't. Doze off. When I talk to you. Got it?"

Garou gazed at the doctor's eyes, unsure how to respond to that. In turn, he resorted to asking that damned ghost for help.

'Hey, you might wanna help me out on this one.'

All For One scoffed, 'Do you want me to scare him off by appearing in front of his eyes or something?'

'If it helps?!' Garou urged, 'I don't have any energy on me right now, if he decides to do something with me, or so god help me, detain me somewhere enclosed-'

'Right, right, right. I can do it.'

"You have men watching outside? Is this another one of you boy scouts approaches at making a diversion?" The doctor wryly smirked, "I'm sorry, you know about our secrets, therefore, I can't allow you to walk out of this hospital."

"What secrets?" Garou said, clearing his throat.

"Don't play dumb. You know from the start that this hospital is just a front for my drug dealing business-"

'This guy is dumb. Like, really, really, dumb. Hey, on another thought, why don't you let me take the wheel for a bit?' All For One proposed.

'Fuck no.'

'Alright. At least I tried.'

Garou's eyes twitched uncontrollably, 'Would you just fucking do it already? I've got a hefty dose on my body, don't want to wear it down even further.'

'Alright, here goes...' All For One said as a white mist began to whirl itself around him, encircling him in an encased space. The doctor felt the brush of the wind slipping through his skin.

As he tilted his head to his back at a leisurely pace, beads of sweat dripped loosely from his forehead, his eyes caught the glimpse of a pair of eyes, tinted in crimson red, glaring at him. A feeling nagged at him. A feeling of dread, the urge to flee.

"Hi there." All For One spoke from amidst the fog. In response, the doctor let out a guttural shriek, scrambling himself into the exit door, screaming all the way to the end of the hall.

The fog subsided, revealing All For One still standing in the middle of it.

Garou sighed in relief, "I didn't know the quirk allows the 'vestiges' to manifest themselves into the real world. Good thing it doesn't last long."

"Hm." All For One advanced forward, before resting his hand on Garou's limp right arm.

"Ah?" Garou raised his brow, "What are y-"

Wait.

He can feel it.

He can feel his touch.

It feels tangible.

"How?" Garou uttered in disbelief, "You.. you're...here?"

"Not for long," All For One said, "But yes, I can manifest myself at a predetermined time limit per the quirk's capabilities."

"You look considerably younger than before."

"One of the downsides, or perk, whatever you call it." All For One shrugged, "Let's just scram."

"I can hardly move."

"Then I'll help." All For One stretched his hand forward, "I'll get us out of here."

Garou's eyes lingered on All For One's frame for a little longer, his lips quivering, his composure crumbling a little, his heart flaccid, yet, he still tried his hardest to conceal whatever it that he's feeling.

"Come on, I can practically see the river flowing from there." All For One chuckled, "Save the poignant crap for later."

"...Da- No- I.." Garou stammered, before asking, "What should I call you?"

"What do you mean, 'what should I call you'?" All For One's expression contorted in bafflement.

"I don't want to address you with a title." Garou replied in a harsh tone.

All For One stared at him for a moment, sighing, "Hisashi."

"...okay." Garou nodded, before removing the infusion cables from his skin forcibly, feeling the sting as he ripped them away, "Hisashi, it is."

All For One hoisted the Hero Hunter to his shoulder, holding him from falling into the ground as they walked to the hall, "You owe me one."

Garou didn't respond to that.

...

The monster collapsed into the floor, it's tendrils deflating as it's eyelids began to settle at a slow pace. It's marred body stranded on the charred floor, as a piece of rubble crumpled on top of it, crushing it's lower half.

Reeling with shock, Bakugo could barely move his muscles as he watched the once innocent boy in front of him murdering a monster in cold blood. Killing may be imperative in certain cases, but Izuku being the one who does it? It's a bit jarring, so to say, "Deku, I.. didn't know that you had it in you."

"You two, are the others okay?" Izuku quickly cut to the chase.

Todoroki nodded, "Silverfang-san went to assist them."

"The former principal is here?"

Bakugo scoffed, "I have no clue what's going on here, but UA's going through some shady shit as we speak."

"Midoriya, did something happen while you were out there?" Todoroki asked.

Izuku nodded, "I made a short work of it, though."

"Short doesn't explain the last forty minutes, at the time you were missing." Bakugo stated.

"I..had a few hassles there and there, but I pulled through." Izuku assured, taking a step forward as he took in the view of multiple monsters coming right after them, "I'm assuming the Commission sent them?"

"Right on the money," A sparkle of an explosion crackled above Bakugo's palm, "How'd you know?"

"Made a few guesses. I figured that they'd want to consolidate their status as the sole hero organisation of the country." Izuku replied, "Though I didn't expect that they'd stoop so low." He clenched his fists tight enough for his bones to make an audible crack.

A monster charged from above, lashing out at them with it's claws, swinging it into every direction vehemently. Izuku quickly went out of the attack's path, while Bakugo and Todoroki scattered themselves into opposite direction.

Seeing another fist coming by, Izuku ducked forward, before delivering a bone-shattering uppercut towards the monster's jaw, causing the upper half of his head to tentatively burst, blood dipping from the enormous hole.

Todoroki was barely phased by the sight, yet Bakugo..

It was an immensely jaw-dropping moment for him. Witnessing the once innocent, happy-go-lucky Deku that he'd always known doing something as deplorable as this..

"Deku.." Bakugo muttered, "What the hell..?"

Izuku's eyes moved in Bakugo's direction, "Said it yourself. Sometimes, getting our hands dirty is the necessary thing to do in order to ensure the safety of others."

"Yeah, but.." Bakugo couldn't find the words. Did this have something to do with his previous predicaments? The unspeakable things that had happened to him prior to his attendance at the UA Highschool? The scars, the verbal assaults...

And he had to be the center of it all.

"Deku.. I'm.." Bakugo was reluctant to finish his words.

Izuku raised his brow, but he quickly brushed it off, "We need to focus." He gestured for Todoroki and Bakugo to go to the other way, "Both of you, scatter. I'll handle the ones at the center."

Todoroki nodded, before going along with the order, while Bakugo..

He didn't move an inch.

A small fry approached him from the side, but he blew them apart with a simple explosion from his palm, sending it tumbling down into the ground. He quickly tilted his head towards Izuku with a seemingly melancholic look, "Deku, we need to talk."

"After everything settles down, yes." Izuku nodded, "Now go do your thing."

Bakugo nodded, using the explosions in his palms as a propelling force. Izuku was the only one left in the middle. Noting that the following monsters had three distinctive features: One that has the anatomy of a scorpion, another that resembles the form of a snake, and the last..

A man with eight legs and eight eyes. A spider.

Great. Three poisonous monsters all at once. Izuku lamented internally.

The snake lunged forward, using it's flexible body to reach into Izuku's distance in order to sunk it's teeth on his flesh. However, Izuku was quick enough to catch the monster by its head, and while he was at it, both the scorpion and the spider mobilised themselves, crawling towards Izuku with the intention to maim him.

Spitting it's venom into every direction, Izuku thrusted his arm forward, piercing the monster's lungs; He followed by ripping the venom glands out of it's intended place. The snake monster let out an agonising shriek as Izuku loosened his grip on it, sprinting forward, doing a spinning kick to send the scorpion hurling away from the area, before moving toward the humanoid spider. He shoved the venomous glands into it's mouth, pushing them into it's innards before it's abdomen erupted, sending it's insides flying in every direction.

Izuku was soaked in blood; the emerald paint on his jacket almost unrecognisable. He turned his attention back to the scorpion, who in turn, cowered away, whimpering faintly as it took a step back.

Izuku slowly took a step forward, his grimace never leaving, his animosity rapidly surfacing. But then, something collided with the back of his head, but all it did was bounce his head back and forth.

He turned toward the perpetrator, only to see the towering figure of a disfigured yak with a pair of chained, decaying blades at it's waist.

The yak reached for it's blades, but before it could do so, Izuku reached for it's arms, gripping it tight until it's bones rattled, blood dripping into the ground.

"WHAaAat tHEe hEeLl...aaREeE YOuUUU??" The monster demanded with a distorted voice. Izuku simply responded by thrusting his arm forward, snapping it's neck swiftly, before letting it's corpse slump into the floor.

Without his knowledge, the scorpion from beforw was already sneaking behind him, looking to sting him with it's tail. It lunged it's tail forward, but before it could reach it's intended target..

Izuku swiftly turned around, catching the tip of the tail between his fingers; he lodged it towards the monster's mouth, as the poison substance began to violently sputter itself against it's mouth, causing the acid to disintegrate it's intestinals. The monster collapsed into the floor shortly after.

With a stone cold voice, Izuku instigated the monsters ahead to come at him, "Next."

The monsters charged at him shortly after, their claws scraping the floor as they advanced, their salivas dangling off the tip of their mouths.

Wolves. Humanoid wolves. Each of them possessing a distinctive features.

Izuku leaped forward as one of them tried to skewer him, soaring above the monsters, before using the wall ahead to bounce himself back towards the monsters from their rear side, hitting one of them square in their chest, penetrating it, as his fist came out of the other side of the monster's body.

It let out a faint moan, as it's eyes deflated. Izuku quickly pulled his hand out of the monster's chest, moving on to the other monsters, who thrusted it's fist toward Izuku.

He intercepted the attack with his forearm, using his other arm to twist the monster's arm, spinning it, before using it as a projectile by kicking it toward the other advancing wolf, causing both of them to tumble into the ground.

Before the other wolf can get back to his feet, Izuku appeared in a flash, and the last thing it saw was his fist heading in its direction, its head exploding in advance.

Exhaling a hot breath through his nostrils, his gaze moved to the other advancing monsters. His head throbbed, but he suppressed the pain. Maintaining his stoic expression, he said, "Next."

...

King couldn't believe what he heard. He had to face the villains by his lonesome without any form of assistance for a couple of minutes? What were they thinking?! Chasing after a couple of ninjas and leaving him here?!

I should just head home. King thought, peeking to his behind in hopes that at least one person is watching his back, but no one was there.

He reluctantly moved his feet forward, as he could see the frame of the dorms from afar. But with every step, his feet quivered, unable to steadily keep his pace. Once in a while, he would stop, contemplating to turn away and run, but he knew he'd be dead by the time he turns his body around.

As the view of the dorms began to gradually grow closer, he could see the overarching smoke swirling above. Everything was obstructed. He could barely see anyone standing there.

ShitshitshitshitimtotallydeadIMTOTALLYDEAD!

The pedestrians were running like hell. Many of them were calling the police, or the heroes. But none of them responded, apparently.

King didn't want to be here, at all. He should be staying in his house, playing video games, taking all the time he had in this world relaxing on his couch. If the situations were altered, he'd preferred if he never took the hero route. He regretted it. Severely so.

"L- Look! It's King! We're saved! And so are those poor aspiring heroes-in-training!" One pedestrian said.

... I'm fucked.

...

Most of the students were crippled and unfit to continue fighting. The only one left standing was Silverfang, standing in front of the immobilised students.

He himself sustained quite the injury. The monsters, the ninjas, they sure as hell knew to send in a large amount of them. As if they were anticipating his presence, and the presence of the others that came along to assist.

"Fufu, one meat-sack left, and we're in for a grand feast.." A cat-like monster uttered, as the others snarled along, "Heyyo, old fart, wouldn't it be better if you stay still and let us skewer you?"

Silverfang kept his stance, his sight never leaving the monster, but as he is now, he could barely mobilise himself, his vision blurring.

"Ahhh, the geezer's persistent." The cat flailed it's tongue around it's mouth, snickering as it did, "But that won't stop me from taking a quick bite out of yer meat."

"Control yourself. We are supposed to take them alive."

"Ah, my apologies, it's just I'm craving a lot right now!"

However, before it could make another movement, a persistent thumping sound could be heard from above them. An earth-shattering rumble roared throughout the sky, as the monster's ear twitched picking on the noise. The monsters tilted his head towards the source of that monstrous voice..

Overhead, they could see a man with a slim, yet refined stature standing on a ledge.

His arms were crossed, and his flourishing, blond hair fluttered against the wind. The scar around his left eye spoke of experience, a battle-hardened warrior that came from the depths to vanquish every evil, every injustice, every inequities exacted on the grounds of the earth. The turbulent sky raged as the man gazed on them, his piercing eyes seemed to maul their very soul.

What they felt afterwards was unequivocal terror. A consuming, irrevocable fear that beckoned them to flee, to get themselves as far away as possible from this man like a scattered array without the guidance of their shepherd.

"T- This guy..." One monster spoke.

"H- how..." Another followed.

"It's him!"

Silverfang took in the image of the man standing above them. He's...

"Kin-?'

"ALL MIGHT?!?!" All of the monsters shouted in unison.

...

Silence followed.

"All...Might?" Silverfang said, baffled.

"Yes! Haven't you heard?! He is the strongest man in the world!"

"A man of his caliber, we wouldn't stand a chance! We're lucky if we could lay even a finger on him!"

"L- Let's scram!"

"Hold your horses, idiot." said a man with a shoulder-length disheveled hair and bandages wrapped all over his body as he stepped in front of the monsters, "That guy's no All Might. Most likely a small fry."

Bang's eyes widened as he came into realisation who the newcomer was..

Royal Ripper!?

"How do you mean-?"

Royal Ripper sliced the cat apart with his blade attached arm, "Shut up. Shut. The fuck. Up."

He returned his attention back to the man ahead, "These monsters were that much of an idiot to mix you with him. I know true terror when I see one, yet I don't see it in you."

King didn't respond.

"Thought you could guise yourself as our greatest enemy and have us run with our tails wagged between our legs?" Royal Ripper questioned, "You're dead wrong."

"...may I ask what your name is?" King asked, keeping his voice as stoic as possible.

"Ah, you sure like your introductions." He chuckled, before continuing, "I am Royal Ripper."

"Royal Ripper." King said the name with a thunderous voice, "Let us not escalate this situation. We wouldn't want any casualties on both our ends, don't we?"

"Oh, don't we all love the diplomatic outcome." Royal Ripper laughed half-heartedly.

"If we can avert the afflictions that would follow with our clash, why shouldn't we?" King said.

"Alright, that's it." He dragged the weakened Silverfang by his head, wrapping his arms around him as he pointed his blade towards his neck with his other arm, "Why don't you come over here and save this old geezer? Would that spare him his affliction, then?"

Under normal circumstances, Silverfang would've been able to break free, but as he is right now..

"There must be a way for us to settle this peacefully." King took a step forward, "Perhaps, we can talk it out."

"T- Talk it out?! Are you hearing yourself?!"

"I- I've heard, that.." King stammered a bit, before clearing his throat, "That talking it out helps a lot."

"What?"

"If you need a companion, you can always ask for a therapist." King said, "Whatever stress might plague you, a therapist can most always fix it."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Think of them as a stress ball, where you can bring down the full force of your stress upon them." King suggested again.

"I still have no idea what you're getting at."

"If you can't afford a therapist, you can always do a self-diagnosis." King offered again, "Many people do this, and surprisingly, it does have it's merits."

"Yeah, yeah, keep up the waffle, my blade definitely won't be ending up on the other side of this fucking geezer's throat." Royal Ripper threatened.

King didn't listen, "I can diagnose you myself, in fact. From my observation, you sure have quite the mood swings. Volatile as they might be, you're still relatively stable, technically speaking. I can conclude that you have ADHD, which is a problem for you in itself, a minor one, that is. However, you still need to consult a psychologist-"

"Alright, I've had it with these-"

"-So you can have this issue of yours sorted out."

"-I'll slit this old man's throat out-" Royal Ripper tried to finish, yet King was having none of it.

"There's also the potential murderous tendencies that comes with it if we let it run rampant long enough-"

"I'm not fucking around-"

"I can run you down a few mental ailments related to-"

Before they could bicker even further, a straight blur passed them by. Royal Ripper froze in place, collapsing into the floor as blood puddled below his corpse. The other monsters followed suit, their carcasses landing on top of each other.

Two pair of ninjas landed besides Silverfang, one in particular, had his eyes set on King. Silverfang quickly collapsed into the floor, consciousness drifting away from him.

With a scoff, Flashy Flash said, "Good job, you stalled enough time for the blood loss to take a toll on his body."

"...oh." That was all that King could said.

I'm really fucked.