Tomura ran two fingers over his eyes as he let out a sigh. More villains were joining by the day, the complex of tunnels and safehouses was being expanded every hour.
He had an army at his beck and call, willing to follow his commands.
Yet the ugly truth of leading continued to edged at his will, like sandpaper being rubbed into a bar of soap.
He knew how to lead, he's led large groups numbering in the thousands before. All those hours he spent playing video games wasn't some waste. Almost every MMO RPG, RTS, and Online Kingdom Builder was spent managing and leading both NPCs and Players alike.
But none of his gaming experience could have prepared him for the sheer challenge presented to him now.
He took a deep breath before putting all five fingers on the paper in his hands, letting the pages turn to dust.
A Lounge, some of the villains under his control wanted a lounge set up, complete with pool tables and a fully stocked bar. Do they even know how many bars they have under their control? He could be discussing strategies to bring down the heroes and take over the MLA, yet he is here. Stuck sorting through every anonymous suggestion his latest underlings leave for him.
He doesn't even know how they get into the piles, they just appear as he's grabbing files.
Slowly he looked down at the next file on his desk. Some part of him hoped that the heroes would attack one of the safehouses, give him an excuse to get out there and fight. Just anything to free him from this monotony.
Yet his request goes unanswered, he is stuck looking over a request for a new bathroom in safehouse 24. Slowly he let's the file rest back on the desk, and takes a deep breath. "Son of a-!!!!".
Toshinori huffed as he rested his back against the bench. He had hoped to enjoy his retirement, yet life just had to spit in his face. He gave everything to defeat All For One, sacrificing the last vestiges of One For All in his body to bring the villain down. He had hoped to kill him, end this two hundred year long conflict with one final hit.
Yet just like the first time, he failed to land the finishing blow.
Taking a strained breath he stood up, pain racking his chest from his movement. "I can still make a difference, even though I failed in my main goal." he muttered before taking a few cautious steps forward. "The Next Generation of Heroes are going to rise. Hopefully they won't have to deal with villains as ruthless as ours." he continued as a crowd passed by him.
He could see the strained and tense faces of many of them. The fear that the villains would swarm here, take over and drive away the heroes. He wouldn't allow such a thing to happen, powers or not.
They give him a wide berth as he walked past them. Some lit up as they recognized him, others just shook their heads and scowled. He couldn't care less for their hatred, he had served his times as a hero far longer than most.
Calmly he got on a train and made his way for U.A. High, ready to continue training the next generation of Heroes.
Katsuki huffed as he finished wrapping his forearms in cloth. bits of metal and screws poking out from the fabric to serve both offensive and defensive purposes. He tensed his hands as he slid a pair of armored gloves on and flexed to test the sturdiness of the gloves. He then grabbed a metal bat with four series of studs lining the length of the weapon.
To finish his armament he grabbed a modified mask, a pair of amber lenses that made it impossible to see his eyes from the outside of the mask, and the visage of a demon decorating the face.
He slipped the mask on, ready to take on the night.
Ready to give hell to any villain that makes the mistake to mess him.
Tsutsumi rested two mugs of coffee in her hands as she approached one of the separate labs in the lair. The door opening on it's own as she walked in. Laid back in a chair with three screens flowing with data was Midoriya, currently running a hand through his hair.
"Here, it's based off a mix I used to use while working for the Comission." Tsutsumi said as she handed a steaming mug to him. Midoriya just nodded before taking the offered mug and taking a sip. "Any lead on who this is?" She asked as Midoriya suddenly chugged half the mug. "I'm glad you asked." he replied before typing away at the nearby keyboard.
Tsutsumi watched as three videos popped up on one screen while the other two were decorated with separate data sheets.
"Meet the second oldest human on the planet, Joseph Antonio." Midoriya said, dropping the bomb. "Second Oldest?" Tsutsumi asked. "From what we've analyzed he is another first generation Quirk User. His Quirk has yet to be named but its akin to a tardigrade's biology." Izuku said before showing gesturing to the videos.
Tsutsumi watched as the man's body was being dissected while he was unconscious, only for his body to heal faster than it could be cut. Another video showed him being submerged in water over a timelapse of several hours. The last one showed him being unaffected by various doses of radiation.
"I do believe that a more accurate description of his Quirk would be the ultimate extremophile." Tsutsumi commented. "Indeed, all these videos were shot while the Laboratory was still running." Midoriya said.
Tsutsumi nodded before glancing upwards, taking note of the below area. The man was laid out on a medical table, three Entiers hard at work inspecting him. A collection of machines were plugged into his body to keep track of his condition. Now that she could see him in the light she could see the paleness of his skin and the distinct lack of hair.
"Impressive isn't it, when his body began to suffer from a lack of breathable oxygen it entered a state of suspended animation. Every function slowed to the absolute minimum, while maintaining just enough activity to keep him alive. It's amazing, though I would rather call his Quirk Darwin's Cells." Midoriya said as he leaned back with the last comment. Tsutsumi just shook her head in response as she looked back at the unconscious Joseph.
"Think he'll ever wake up?" She asked. "That I have no clue of, if my hypothesis is correct he should be waking up soon, but his body's activity hasn't changed at all despite the changes in the surrounding environment." Midoriya answered as he crossed one leg over the other.
She took one last look at Joseph before frowning as she watched the Entiers collect a sample of his blood with a needle. "What are they doing?" She asked. "Taking blood samples, according to the Laboratory's data they were hoping to use his super Cells to aid in various medical advances. I'm hoping the Entiers can find the same." Midoriya replied.
"Really, from the same group who created Cell behind your back?" Tsutsumi critiqued, having found numerous pieces of data on the actions of the Noumu Hunter. Izuku just shrugged his shoulders in response; "I had given the project my approval, I just didn't know how powerful he would end up becoming." Midoriya replied while running his hand along his neck.
"Still, when information on this man gets out, or if he wakes up, things will get crazy." Tsutsumi said. "I know, I just hope the chaos that comes from it won't be devastating." Midoriya commented. "Just... Look the idea that a Quirk this crazy exists in the first generation is just kind of crazy." Tsutsumi said with a lack of composure.
"Well, that's the thing. First Generation Quirks are either ridiculous mundane and just weird, or capable of absolutely absurdity. Its impressive how polarized such powers are. It's taken almost two hundred years for the mundane Quirks to catch up to the absurdity of those other Quirks." Midoriya almost ranted before running his hands over his face.
"Yeah, impressive." Tsutsumi said beforeooking to the door. "Still, anything else?" She asked. "Nothing else, if he wakes up or we get hit with a sudden development I'll call you." Midoriya said. Tsutsumi nodded before she began walking out. She took one last look as Midoriya finished the coffee in a single gulp before she left.