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Welcome to chapter 31 of My Hero Academia Illegals: Vigilante Dark Drive.
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"Speaking"
'Thinking'
*Sounds*
[Belt-san/Kamen Rider System]
"Super Moves!"
{Television}
"In battle, strategy is the key to victory. The most brilliant plans are often hidden in plain sight, deceiving the enemy until the moment of surprise. It's not about brute strength, but about outmaneuvering and outsmarting your opponent. Always be three steps ahead, for the battlefield is a chessboard, and each move must be calculated with precision."
- Urahara Kisuke -
Krim stood at the head of the conference table.
His eyes, always perceptive, scanned the room, taking in the various emotions displayed by the young heroes-in-training. The silence was palpable as everyone waited for him to speak.
"Let's make this clear," He began, his voice steady and authoritative, yet not devoid of warmth. "The decision we've come to regarding the Neo Viral Cores is not one we've made lightly. Each of you possesses unique strengths and potential. However, the current situation demands specific strategic choices."
He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in.
"After careful consideration and analysis," The scientist continued, "we've concluded that Shinra will be paired with Midoriya Izuku, and Shinji with Toshinori, should the need arise."
A mixed murmur rippled through the room.
Krim held up a hand, signaling for silence.
"I understand that some of you may feel disappointed or overlooked," he acknowledged. "But I assure you, this decision is based on a multitude of factors, including compatibility, potential synergy, and the roles each of you will play in the upcoming conflict."
The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Izuku's shoulders as the decision was finalized. He was acutely aware of the envious glances from his classmates, particularly Katsuki and Shoto, whose desire to be chosen was palpable. The pair maintained a stoic front, but their disappointment was evident in the tightness of their jaws and the slight furrow in their brows.
Katsuki's scowl then deepened, and Shoto's stoic facade faltered slightly as Krim announced the decision. They exchanged glances, unspoken thoughts passing between them. Both were proud, exceptionally talented, and used to being at the forefront of any challenge. Seeing Izuku chosen for this unique opportunity sparked a familiar competitive fire within them.
The explosive blonde's fists clenched slightly, his mind racing.
'Is it because of that damn All Might connection again?' he thought bitterly. 'Or is it because of that damn quirk of his?'
Despite his progress, old feelings of rivalry and inadequacy bubbled to the surface, mixed with a grudging acknowledgment of Izuku's undeniable growth.
Shoto, on the other hand, had a more contemplative look. His father's teachings had instilled in him a deep understanding of power and its nuances.
'Is [One For All] the reason Midoriya was chosen?' he wondered. 'Or is there something more at play here?'
He understood the importance of strategy and synergy, yet couldn't help but question if there was an underlying favoritism towards Izuku.
Both young heroes remained silent, their competitive spirits and personal feelings simmering beneath the surface. Despite their doubts, they respected Krim's decision, trusting in his experience and judgment.
However, the question of whether [One For All] had influenced the decision lingered in their minds, adding another layer to their already complex feelings towards their classmate, Izuku Midoriya.
Despite their feelings, however, there was a silent agreement among the group of kids to trust in the judgment of the friendly Roidmudes. In the end, they understood that this wasn't a matter of favoritism but a strategic choice based on compatibility and necessity.
Izuku's hands were clammy, his heart thudding in his chest as he considered the enormity of what he was about to undertake. He was keenly aware of everyone's eyes on him, their expressions a mix of concern, encouragement, and in Katsuki's case, a begrudging kind of 'respect'.
Toshinori, sensing Izuku's trepidation, placed a reassuring hand on his protégé's shoulder.
"Young Midoriya my boy," he said with a warm smile, "remember that it's not about doing everything perfectly. It's about doing your best and learning from the experience. We're all here to support you."
Izuku drew a deep breath, bolstered by Toshinori's words and the trust his friends placed in him.
He nodded, a determined glint in his eyes.
"I won't let you down, All Might." he vowed, more to himself than to anyone else.
He has to be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he isn't alone in this fight.
Turning to the rest of the group, the Symbol of Peace added:
"And let's not forget, every role in this operation is crucial. Your tasks are not lesser in any way. You are all part of a cohesive unit, and your contributions will be vital for our success."
But when it was the moment to decide who to partner Kanade with, she ended up refusing to combine with any of the U.A. kids, surprising them.
Kanade's expression turned apologetic.
"I'm sorry, everyone," she began, her voice tinged with regret.
The others turned their attention to her, curious about her reluctance to fuse with any of them.
When probed for a reason, the secretary avoided their gazes, her features etched with an unspoken complexity.
Ochaco couldn't help but ask.
"Haibara-san, if you don't mind me asking, why don't you want to combine with one of us?" The brunette's eyes were filled with a genuine concern, mixed with curiosity.
"It's... complicated," she muttered, not wishing to delve into the personal depths of her decision.
Kanade hesitated, her expression conveying an internal struggle.
"It's not that I don't want to," she finally said, her voice soft. "It's just that... I believe there are things that are meant to be, and some that aren't. This is one of those things."
Tenya, always keen on understanding the nuances of every situation, pressed on:
"But surely, the benefits of combining could be substantial in our current predicament. Is there a specific reason you're averse to it?"
The bluenette shifted uncomfortably, her gaze lowering.
"It's not about being averse," she replied, her words measured. "It's about something... personal. Something I'm not ready to share. I hope you can understand."
Momo, sensing the delicacy of the situation, stepped in.
"We respect your decision, Haibara-san. We won't pry into your personal matters. Your contributions are already invaluable as they are."
Kanade offered a small, grateful smile, touched by their understanding.
"Thank you," she said, a weight seemingly lifted from her shoulders.
In the silence of her thoughts, a torrent of emotions swirled.
'They don't understand. I already have someone I'm meant to bond with,' The female Roidmude reflected.
Her mind's eye pictured the figure of her intended partner, a connection profound and unique, known only to her and those who knew of her recent experiences.
This partnership was something she couldn't simply replace or replicate with anyone else, a sentiment so deeply ingrained in her being that even voicing it felt like a betrayal.
The others respected her decision, albeit with a mix of disappointment and curiosity. They could sense there was more to her words than she let on, a story untold, but they knew better than to pry into the private matters of a friend.
Kanade's inner conflict remained her own, a secret held close to her heart, as she navigated the delicate balance between her duties and her unspoken bond.
Seeing that her presence would no longer be required, Mei decides to excuse herself. She looks at David and asks him for confirmation about something that they discussed before Yuuki, Yuriko and the kids arrived at the conference room.
"Mr. Shield, about the project we discussed earlier, may I proceed with the implementation phase?" Mei's voice was a mixture of respect and enthusiasm.
David nodded, a curious smile on his face.
"Yes, Hatsume. I trust your capabilities. You have my full permission. Just remember to be careful."
Mei's grin widened, and she practically bounced on her heels.
"You won't regret this! I'll make sure everything goes smoothly!"
Krim, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up.
"Mei, you've worked hard these past few days. I've seen your dedication and your talent. You're more than ready for this task."
Mei's eyes shone with a blend of gratitude and determination.
"Thank you, shisou! I won't let you down! Your time training me will pay off!"
With one last look at the assembled group, the pinkette gave a confident, energetic wave.
"Wish me luck, everyone! I'm off to make some awesome upgrades!"
And with that, the whirlwind inventor left the room, her steps quick and purposeful, her mind undoubtedly racing with ideas and plans. Mei Hatsume was on her way to do what she did best, and they all knew that whatever she had in store, it would be nothing short of 'intriguing'.
The young heroes and Melissa traded speculative glances, each of them burning with questions about the enigmatic project that had so captivated Mei.
The teenagers' curiosity was palpable, a buzzing energy that filled the room. Yet David and Krim remained tight-lipped, a silent pact between them not to reveal anything that might spoil Mei's moment.
"I think we should let Hatsume have her moment," David said with a gentle smile. "You know how passionate we inventors are about our work. It wouldn't be fair to take that away from her."
Krim nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with the same sentiment.
"Indeed, patience is a virtue, my young friends. All will be revealed in due time, and I assure you, it will be quite the spectacle."
Though the young heroes and Melissa were bursting with curiosity, they understood and respected the decision to keep Mei's project a secret. They knew well the satisfaction of seeing hard work come to fruition, and they wouldn't dream of robbing her of that joy. With that, they turned their attention back to the task at hand, their minds now focused on the challenges that lay ahead.
As the meeting concluded, Krim handed out some special chips to the non-Kamen Rider humans. These chips were designed to allow them to freely move during instances of [Slowdown] and bypass its effects, a feature that was typically exclusive to the Shift Cars. This technology symbolized the collaborative spirit between the heroes and the Drive Team.
"Use these wisely," Krim advised as he distributed the chips. "They could make a significant difference in the field."
With the meeting officially adjourned, the group began to disperse.
Melissa, however, lingered behind with a thoughtful look on her face. She approached Yuuki, a hint of determination in her step.
"Mr. Tomari, could I have a moment of your time? There's something I'd like to discuss with you privately," Melissa requested, her tone conveying the importance of what she wished to speak about.
Despite having a raised eyebrow, Yuuki picked up on her serious demeanor as he nodded.
"Sure, Melissa. Let's find a quiet spot."
As they moved away, Izuku, who had been mulling over his own thoughts and questions, noticed their departure. Feeling a pull of his own curiosity and the need for answers, he quickly followed his fellow Quirkless.
"Tomari-san, Melissa," Izuku called out, catching up to them. "I hope I'm not intruding, but I also have something I'd like to discuss with you, Tomari-san, if that's alright."
Yuuki looked back at Izuku and then at Melissa, assessing the situation.
"Sure, kid. I guess we have a lot to talk about. But let's find a nice spot first so we can speak freely."
Together, the three of them headed to a more secluded area, the teenagers each with their own reasons and questions to ask the first Kamen Rider, ready to engage him in a conversation that could hold significant implications for their roles in the upcoming events.
The trio found a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the others.
Turning his attention to Melissa, Yuuki's expression softened slightly, signaling his readiness to listen.
"Alright, what do you need?" He asked her, his tone open and attentive.
Melissa took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.
"Mr. Tomari, I wanted to ask you about your experiences as a Kamen Rider," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. "I've heard stories, seen the battles... but I want to understand more about what it truly means to be in your position. The challenges, the responsibilities – how do you manage it all?"
Yuuki paused, considering her question. It was rare for him to reflect aloud on his role as a Kamen Rider, a mantle he carried with a mix of pride and burden.
'I guess it was a matter of time until she would eventually come to ask me this, considering the talk she had with Yuriko the other day.' The detective thinks, his face pensive.
"It's a complex journey," he finally said to Melissa, with Izuku also listening to his answer. "Being a Kamen Rider isn't just about the battles we fight and the lives we protect. It's about the decisions we have to make, often in split seconds, and living with the consequences of those decisions. It's about what we're willing to do, sometimes at the cost of our own well-being."
His gaze drifted off for a moment, lost in memories.
Yuuki's demeanor then shifted slightly, revealing a more introspective side as he continued addressing Melissa's inquiry.
"You know, I'd be lying if I said that I'm fighting solely out of the goodness of my heart," he confessed, his gaze steady and honest. "I'm definitely not cut to be a hero in the traditional sense. I'm... well, I guess you could say I'm a bit selfish. I have my own personal reasons for facing the Roidmudes."
"What do you mean?" The girl asks.
"It's not about glory or recognition for me," Yuuki continued. "My battle against the Roidmudes is personal. There are things from my past, reasons that drive me, that are mine alone. In a way, fighting them is a part of who I am, a path I've chosen for reasons that are important to me."
His words hung in the air, revealing the complex tapestry of motivations that lay behind the mask of the Kamen Riders. It was a reminder that behind every individual, there were personal stories, their own journeys that defined their fight.
Melissa's expression shifted from understanding to a gentle, questioning concern. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes seeking Yuuki's.
"But Mr. Tomari," She began, her voice tinged with earnestness, "why didn't you try to be more like a hero? Like Uncle Might or even Mrs. Yuriko? I mean, they fight for the greater good, inspired by altruism. Don't you think embracing that kind of heroism could change your perspective?"
Yuuki listened quietly, his expression thoughtful. He understood her point, the idealism that fueled the traditional concept of heroism. But his journey had always been different.
His tone soon took on a sardonic edge as he delved deeper into his personal history, addressing both Melissa and Izuku. His words were laced with a mix of cynicism and raw honesty.
"As fellow Quirkless, you two should know better." Yuuki revealed, his gaze distant as if recalling a long-past chapter of his life. "I grew up as a bullied orphan before Krim took me in. It was a tough time, filled with a lot of harsh realities. I was despised simply for being born differently from everyone else."
Melissa and Izuku winced at this, the blonde girl was informed about the man's background from Yuriko herself.
The cop let out a short, humorless laugh.
"So, why would I want to be a Pro Hero? Why would I put my life on the line to save those who wouldn't think twice about discriminating against me any other day? It's ironic, isn't it?"
Yuuki's rhetorical question hung in the air, revealing a glimpse into the complex layers of his character. His journey had been shaped by struggle and isolation, experiences that had forged his unique perspective on heroism and justice.
The police detective remembers the interaction he had with Mashin Chaser during the Grand Museum fiasco, finding some truth in the other man's words despite not fully agreeing with him. He even said the same words Chaser told him, that night, to Izuku and Melissa.
Izuku, who had always admired heroes and aspired to be one, despite his own Quirkless background, listened with a mix of empathy and sadness. He understood, more than most, the pain and challenges of being Quirkless in a world where Quirks were celebrated.
Melissa, too, felt a pang of sympathy. Her own experiences with her Uncle Might and in the world of hero support technology had shown her the brighter side of heroism, but Yuuki's story was a stark reminder of the darker, often unspoken realities.
In a way, the three of them were blessed for having people that cared about them.
There were other Quirkless that were having lives way worse than them, all suffering across the world…
Like Chaser and whatever happened in his life…
Yuuki's demeanor softened slightly as he delved further into his motivations, revealing a more personal side of his story.
"So yeah… Truth be told, a lot of why I fight... it's to repay Krim's kindness," Yuuki confessed, his voice carrying a note of solemn gratitude. "He took me in when no one else would, gave me a purpose when I felt like I had none. It's not about being a 'good' person like All Might, Yuriko, you, Melissa, or you, Midoriya. It's about a debt of gratitude, a sense of obligation to someone who changed my life."
He leaned back, crossing his arms as he continued.
"And that's the same reason I joined the police force. It wasn't out of some noble, altruistic reason. It was an obligation, a way to use what I had learned for a practical purpose. To make a difference, yes, but in my own way, on my own terms."
Yuuki's gaze was steady, unapologetic.
"You might think I'm a selfish bastard for thinking like this. But I don't really care what others think of me. I know who I am and why I do what I do. If that aligns with doing some good in the world, then so be it. But I'm not out to fit the traditional hero mold the rest of you might want me to be."
Izuku and Melissa listened, absorbing the candidness of his revelations. It was a stark reminder that motivations in the realm of heroism were diverse and personal. Yuuki's story was a testament to the fact that heroes came in many forms, driven by a variety of reasons, not all of them rooted in conventional notions of heroism.
"So that's it? You don't care about what happens with the world? Or about how many will die while you fight the Roidmudes?" Izuku questioned him. "Do you think it's stupid we're trying to be heroes despite what's happening around us?"
"Don't get me wrong," The detective said, addressing Izuku and Melissa, "I don't think you're foolish for having noble and altruistic goals. In fact, I think there's a great strength in kindness, a kind of strength I didn't always see or appreciate."
He paused, seemingly choosing his words with care.
"I've been cynical, apathetic towards the world for a long time. But I'm also trying to change that. It's not easy, but I'm making an effort. I've come to realize that aside from my obligations, there are people I've grown to care about deeply, people I want to protect. Even at the cost of my own life."
Yuuki's admission was a rare glimpse into his evolving perspective, a sign of personal growth that went beyond his role as a Kamen Rider and a police officer.
"Who do you want to protect?" Melissa questions Yuuki.
"Isn't it obvious?"
The Rider says as he simply shrugs, not elaborating any further.
Izuku, absorbing Yuuki's words, felt a sense of kinship.
"I still think everyone has their own path to heroism," The boy mused, his voice gentle. "Your journey, Tomari-san, shows that even if someone starts with different motives, they can still make a positive impact and evolve along the way."
Melissa nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting respect and understanding.
"It's about personal growth, isn't it? Learning to care, to protect, and maybe even to hope. It's inspiring, Mr. Tomari, to see that change is possible, even in ways we don't expect."
"I faced despair many times. I know it too well… But many times until now, I've always surpassed it." The detective says, reflecting on the experiences he had so far. "We all have our battles, but it's the people we meet and the experiences we have that shape us. I guess we're all just trying to find our way, in our own manner."
The atmosphere grew quieter as the teens absorbed Yuuki's perspective. Their curiosity, however, remained unabated, leading them to a more personal inquiry.
"Mr. Tomari, if you don't mind us asking," Melissa ventured, her tone respectful, "do you have a dream? Something you aspire to achieve or become?"
Yuuki's expression turned contemplative, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes. He took a moment before responding, his voice tinged with a raw honesty that was rare for him.
"I don't really have a dream," he admitted. "It's not something I've given much thought to. I've been so focused on what I had to do, on my obligations and battles, that I never really considered what I might want for myself."
The cop shrugged slightly, a resigned acceptance in his gesture.
"Maybe I won't find a dream, not until the end. And I've made peace with that. My life has been about surviving, fighting, repaying debts... Dreams were a luxury I never really afforded myself."
-X-
"What is your dream?
What do you want to do when you grow up?
Do you want to go to a university? Do you want to be a writer, a fireman, an actor? A police officer, a baker? A doctor, an astronaut? Or a Hero?
What do you want to be?"
-X-
Krim once asked him this question, something Yuuki wasn't able to truly answer to this day…
The revelation was sobering for Izuku and Melissa.
They had grown up aspiring to be heroes, fueled by dreams and ambitions.
But Yuuki's admission highlighted a starkly different experience, a life where survival and duty overshadowed personal aspirations.
Izuku felt a surge of empathy.
"Tomari-san, it's never too late to find something that gives you joy or purpose," he said earnestly. "Your experiences, as challenging as they've been, are a part of you, but they don't have to define your entire journey."
Melissa added softly,
"Everyone deserves a dream, Mr. Tomari. Maybe along the way, you'll find something that's just for you, something that brings you happiness."
Yuuki looked at them, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes for their words.
"Maybe you're right. Perhaps, someday, I might find my answer." he said, pensively. "But for now, I'll keep walking my path, and who knows what I'll find along the way."
The detective turned his attention back to Melissa, his expression now curious and slightly intrigued by her earlier request for a private conversation.
"Are you satisfied with the answers I've given?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice, recognizing the depth of what they had discussed.
Melissa hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts.
"Yes, and thank you for sharing, Mr. Tomari. But actually, there's something specific I wanted to ask you," she began, her tone turning more serious.
Yuuki listened intently, nodding for her to continue.
"The reason I wanted to talk to you privately... is because I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do, about the kind of impact I want to have," She explained, her voice steady but filled with a passionate determination. "And I've realized that I want to be more than just a support tech. I want to be in the field, making a direct difference. I want to be a Kamen Rider."
The declaration hung in the air, bold and earnest. Yuuki's expression shifted to one of surprise, mixed with a hint of admiration for her ambition.
Melissa continued, her eyes locking with the cop's.
"I know it's a huge ask, and I know it's not something that just anyone can do. But I have to ask: is it possible? Can I become a Kamen Rider?"
Yuuki took a moment to process her request, understanding the gravity of what she was asking. Being a Kamen Rider was not just about fighting skills; it was about facing immense dangers and making difficult choices.
"Melissa, becoming a Kamen Rider is a serious commitment. It's a path fraught with danger and challenges that go beyond the physical," Yuuki said earnestly. "It's not just about having the skills, the Driver or the desire. It's about being ready to face some harsh realities and to carry burdens that can be quite heavy."
He paused, looking at her thoughtfully.
"Your passion and determination are clear, and that's pretty nice. But you need to consider this carefully. It's not a decision to be made lightly."
Melissa nodded, understanding the weight of his words. She knew the request was extraordinary, but her resolve was firm. This conversation was just the beginning of what could be a life-altering journey for her.
Yuuki, assessing Melissa's determination and sincerity, spoke with a directness that was both challenging and encouraging.
"Melissa, whether you become a Kamen Rider or not, that decision will rest entirely with you," he stated firmly. "It's not about what others think or say about you. Yes, we can provide the means, the training, and the resources, but in the end, it's your willpower, your belief in yourself, that will determine if you're truly worthy of becoming a Kamen Rider."
His gaze held hers, emphasizing the importance of his words.
"Becoming a Kamen Rider is more than just taking on a role or wielding power. It's a commitment to a life that can be extraordinarily challenging. It will test you in ways you can't yet imagine."
Melissa listened intently, her resolve unwavering despite the gravity of Yuuki's description. She understood the magnitude of the journey she was contemplating, and Yuuki's words only served to steel her determination.
"I understand, Tomari-san," Melissa replied, her voice resolute. "I'm ready to face those challenges. I want to prove to myself, and to others, that I have what it takes. I'm sure of it now. No more doubts."
Yuuki nodded, acknowledging her commitment.
"Then let this be the start of your journey. We'll provide guidance and support, but remember, the true journey of becoming a Kamen Rider is one you'll walk on your own."
Izuku, observing the exchange, felt a sense of admiration for Melissa's courage and determination. Her decision to pursue such a formidable path was inspiring, a testament to the strength of will that defined the heroes they all aspired to be.
Yuuki's story was a powerful testament to the fact that not all heroes wore capes or sought the limelight. Some fought battles from the shadows, driven by personal demons and a sense of justice that was deeply personal and sometimes conflicted. It was a reminder that the world of heroes and villains was not always black and white, but often existed in shades of grey.
Turning to Izuku, who had been listening intently, Yuuki asked,
"What about you, Midoriya? What's on your mind?"
Izuku's expression grew more troubled as he voiced his concerns.
"Tomari-san, about the role I've been given... I'm not sure if I have what it takes to defeat and, if necessary, kill the Roidmudes. It's a heavy responsibility, and I'm hesitant. I don't know if I can take a life, even if it's to save others."
Yuuki regarded Izuku with a look of understanding but also firmness. He knew these were the kinds of doubts that could make or break a hero in critical moments.
"Midoriya, I get where you're coming from," Yuuki began, his voice stern yet empathetic. "But you need to understand the reality of what we're facing. This is a war. If you lose, it's not just about you. The stakes are life and death, not just for you, but for everyone you're trying to protect."
He leaned in slightly, ensuring his words hit home.
"In battle, hesitation can be fatal, not just for you, but for others who are counting on you. You need to prepare yourself mentally and physically to give yourself the best odds of survival."
The Kamen Rider paused, allowing his words to sink in.
"It's a harsh truth, but in our line of work, tough decisions are a part of the job. If you're not ready to make them, others might pay the ultimate price. It's not just about having the power to fight; it's about having the resolve to do what must be done, even when it's hard."
Izuku absorbed Yuuki's words, feeling the weight of their truth. He understood that being a hero wasn't just about saving lives; sometimes, it meant making difficult decisions for the greater good.
But it was still hard to go along with it.
Yuuki's perspective was a sobering reminder of the reality of their fight against the Roidmudes and the seriousness of the role he had to play. The older man's advice, though tough, was necessary. It was a part of Izuku's growth as a hero, a lesson in the realities of the world he was striving to protect.
Yuuki's gaze softened slightly, recognizing the weight of the burden he was placing on Izuku's young shoulders.
"I know it's not fair, Midoriya," He said, his voice tinged with a mix of pity and realism. "Life rarely is, especially in our line of work. But it's a reality we have to face. If you wish to become a hero who can truly protect everyone, you need to be prepared for the harsh truths and tough decisions that come with it."
He paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.
"Think about All Might and his battle with All For One. He did what was necessary to stop him, at great personal cost. It wasn't just about strength or courage; it was about making hard choices for the greater good. That's what being a hero often entails."
Both Izuku and Melissa flinched at the mention.
Yuuki's comparison to All Might, a figure Izuku deeply admired and aspired to emulate, hit close to home. It provided a clear parallel, highlighting the necessity of stepping beyond personal limitations and moral dilemmas for the sake of a greater cause.
"You have incredible potential, kid, and a heart that truly embodies what it means to be a hero. But part of that journey is learning to navigate the gray areas, the moments where what's right and what's necessary might not be the same."
The police detective placed a hand on the greenette's shoulder, a gesture of support and solidarity.
"And you're not alone in this. We're here to guide and support you. Shinra will support you should you fuse with him. But these are lessons and decisions you'll have to confront as you grow into the hero you're meant to be."
Izuku listened intently, absorbing every word. Yuuki's advice provided a new perspective, one that would shape his understanding of heroism in a more complex, nuanced way. It was a crucial step in his journey, one that would challenge him but ultimately lead to growth and greater readiness to face the trials ahead.
Finally, Izuku's expression, a mix of resolve and understanding, reflected his acceptance of Yuuki's counsel. He nodded slowly, his determination evident in his stance.
"I understand, Tomari-san," Izuku said firmly. "It's a difficult truth, but I see the necessity of it. I promise to do my best to confront and handle these challenges. I know it won't be easy, but I'm committed to learning and growing through it."
Yuuki, noting Izuku's acceptance, added a crucial point to reinforce the young hero's understanding.
"Remember, Midoriya, you don't have to like the idea of taking lives. In fact, it's important that you don't become numb to it. But it's a reminder that sometimes, in order to protect the many, we may have to make the hard choice of eliminating a threat permanently."
He looked at Izuku squarely, ensuring his message was clear. Both him and Melissa seemed to be surprised at his choice of words.
"It's a heavy burden, one that all heroes and Kamen Riders must bear to some degree. The key is to maintain your humanity and compassion, even when making these hard decisions. That's what separates us from someone who simply wields power."
Izuku listened, absorbing the gravity of Yuuki's words. The conversation had provided him with a deeper understanding of the complexities of heroism, an understanding that went beyond the black-and-white morality he had initially believed in. It was a sobering yet necessary lesson, preparing him for the realities of the world he was eager to protect.
With a renewed sense of purpose and responsibility, the inheritor of [One For All] felt more prepared to face the challenges ahead, armed not just with his Quirk but with the wisdom imparted by the police Kamen Rider. This conversation was a pivotal moment in his journey to becoming the hero he aspired to be.
"So, I guess there's nothing else to talk about, right? Then I will be going. I still need to make some final preparations." The Rider tells them.
But as Yuuki prepared to leave, both Izuku and Melissa hesitated, wanting to express something more. They simultaneously gathered their courage to speak.
"Tomari-san… No… Yuuki-san," Izuku began, his voice filled with sincerity as he decided to call the vigilante by his first name. "I just wanted to say thank you. For all the times you've come to our aid, for saving our lives... even when you had your own battles to fight."
Melissa nodded in agreement, adding,
"Yes, Yuuki... Despite what you think about yourself, your actions have spoken louder. You've been a hero to us in many ways, and we're truly grateful for that."
Yuuki, taken aback by their words, tried to deflect their gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me. I was fighting for my own reasons, my own battles. I wasn't doing it for you or anyone else."
But Izuku and Melissa were firm in their stance.
"That may be true, Yuuki-san, but the fact remains that you helped us, you saved us," Izuku insisted. "Regardless of your reasons, what you did was heroic. You may not see yourself as a traditional hero, but you have qualities that make you one."
Melissa chimed in,
"Exactly. You've made choices that have helped others, saved lives. Maybe you didn't set out to be a hero, but in our eyes, you are one. And we believe you would have made a great hero if you'd chosen that path."
Yuuki was momentarily speechless, touched by their earnest words. He had always seen himself as separate from the traditional heroes, driven by his own motivations and struggles. Yet, here were two young individuals, whom he had come to relate with, seeing something in him that he had long denied or overlooked.
Finally, he managed a small, wry smile.
"Thanks, I guess," he said, his voice softening. "I'll try to remember that."
But then, he next paused at his own words, a shadow crossing his face. His voice was low, tinged with a self-awareness that spoke of deep-seated convictions.
"But I don't really deserve the title of a hero," he said quietly, almost to himself. "My ways are selfish, driven by personal motives. Heroes should be selfless, driven by the desire to do good for others, not for themselves."
Without waiting for a response, Yuuki turned and walked away, his steps steady but carrying a weight that seemed more pronounced than before. Izuku and Melissa watched him leave, a mix of respect and a poignant understanding in their eyes. They might not have changed his mind, but their words had clearly reached him.
They could see that the cop has his usual composed demeanor carrying a new, subtle lightness.
As this talk made them somewhat closer to each other, Yuuki would allow them to call him by his first name from now on. And in return, he would also address the two teens by their names(mostly Izuku).
Izuku and Melissa watched him go, feeling a sense of admiration and gratitude towards the complex, reluctant hero who had, in his own way, made a lasting impact on their lives.
As the vigilante disappeared from view, the two kids were left to reflect on the complexities of heroism and the varied paths that those who fight for justice can take. Yuuki's struggle with his identity and role had given them a deeper insight into the burdens that those who take on the mantle of a hero, in whatever form, must bear.
My Hero Academia Illegals: Vigilante Dark Drive
Drive 31: Chessboard of War: Mastering the Art of Deception and Strategy
Nighttime
I-Island - Central Tower
I-Island's primary setting for research and development is the 200-story tower in the center of the island. It was built sturdier than a bomb shelter and is the central command for the entire island.
The central tower hosts over a hundred floors, each with a different purpose. There is an elevator with restricted access and a set of stairs leading to every level. The security is managed from the control room on the top floor. Each floor is secured with shutter doors and special roof hatches in case of an emergency.
The I-Island Security System's efficiency is equal to that of Tartarus, a maximum security prison for supervillains. The system is wired into the entire island and controls both its communications network and the electrical grid.
The system can only be accessed from Central Tower's top floor control room. The control room gives the user full control over the tower's functions including closing shutter doors, camera control, and the central elevator. Central command is built like a fortress and can't be broken into.
Countless security drones are used to maintain order throughout the island. They are durable enough to take on Quirks and are efficient at exploiting their limits.
On high alert, the communications network cuts out for citizens, turning off cable and cellular connections. Security bots are used to enforce a curfew and can arrest people on the streets. The system is also armed with restricting devices strong enough to restrain All Might. In the wrong hands, the security system can give someone overwhelming control over the island.
Secret development projects are kept in the storage room and the tower's security signal is broadcasted from the server room. There is also a plant factory on the 80th floor for research on how Quirks affect plant life. The tower is powered by a wind turbine energy generation system.
There is a reception hall on the second floor, where a party will be held tonight to celebrate this year's I-Expo. Several Pro Heroes from all over the world and famous scientists will be attending this event.
Central Tower- Security Room
The security room, usually a hub of calm and controlled surveillance, was now the center of a clandestine operation.
A gray-blond man, sporting goggles and exuding confidence, stood in front of the high-tech control panels. His fingers danced over the keyboard with a certain finesse as he communicated with his boss.
"Alright, Wolfram, it's under our control now," he spoke into the communicator, his voice laced with triumph. "Those codes our client gave us worked like a charm. I'm in the process of shutting everything down."
{Excellent,} came Wolfram's gravelly voice over the line, {Everyone, get ready. It's showtime!}
As the man continued to manipulate the security system, there was an unexpected click behind him.
The door to the security room, which they had thought secured, swung open. In the doorway stood a contingent of pro heroes, their expressions stern, their postures ready for confrontation.
The gray-blond man whirled around, his eyes widening in shock.
"What the—?"
One of the heroes, a woman with an air of authority and confidence, stepped forward.
"Surprise," she said dryly. "We received an anonymous tip about your little plan. Did you really think it would be that easy to take over the security of Central Tower?"
The villains, caught off guard, scrambled to respond, but it was clear they were at a disadvantage. The heroes, having anticipated the move thanks to the tip-off, were well-prepared and in a position to thwart the takeover attempt.
As the situation escalated, it became evident that the villains had walked into a well-laid trap. The confrontation that ensued was a testament to the vigilance and preparedness of the pro heroes, ready to defend the tower against any threat. The villains' plan, which had seemed foolproof, was unraveling rapidly, a clear sign that the heroes were always one step ahead.
Reception Hall
{The villains trying to hijack the control room were successfully detained.}
Shinji's voice could be heard as he tells the news to Krim, who was currently wearing an earpiece communicator.
Being one of the main sponsors of I-Expo, the CEO had to attend the reception party for the grand event in order to not draw unnecessary attention towards himself.
"Good, but keep an eye on things there." The scientist orders his worker. "I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."
{Roger. Talk to you later, Krim.}
As the call ends, the bespectacled scientist focuses back on the main event before him. He also happens to be tonight's MC.
Picking up a mic, Krim heads to the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the opening reception for I-Expo," He announces, as everyone turned to face him. "As we have a very special guest, I think it is appropriate to let him have a few words and lead us into a toast. Come onto the stage, Japan's Number One Hero, All Might!"
The reception hall was a scene of cheerful celebration, with everyone gathered for what seemed like a routine event. However, beneath the surface, there was a strategic play unfolding, orchestrated by Krim, All Might and David.
"Hm? Me?" All Might said, as everyone in the reception hall clapped. "Dave, you and Krim didn't tell me anything about that."
"Well, it was bound to happen when the other sponsors found out that you were coming here, All Might," Dave chuckled. "But I didn't think you of all people would get stage fright."
"Less stage fright, more caught off guard," All Might said, though he laughed. "Guess I'll just improvise like any great hero would!"
As Toshinori expressed 'surprise' at being called to the stage, his reaction seemed genuine to the casual observer. The crowd, unaware of the underlying ruse, clapped enthusiastically, looking forward to hearing from the Symbol of Peace himself.
Their exchange, while appearing casual and unplanned, was actually a carefully crafted act. By behaving as if nothing was amiss and engaging in light-hearted banter, All Might and David were creating a sense of normalcy. This façade was crucial for keeping their enemies off guard, making them believe that their plan was progressing smoothly and that the heroes were unaware of the impending threat.
In reality, the two of them were acutely aware of the villains' intentions. Their casual demeanor was a strategic move, designed to lull the villains into a false sense of security. By doing so, they were setting the stage for a counter-ambush, preparing to strike at the opportune moment when their foes least expected it.
Toshinori exchanged a quick look with Krim as the latter handed him the mic.
"Hello, everyone! As you can tell, I'm All Might!" All Might states.
People clapped as he stood on the stage.
"I'm not much for formal talk, so-"
All of a sudden, the doors to the reception hall opened, and men dressed in military gear stormed in, rifles pointed out as they herded the frightened people.
A red-haired man wearing a metal mask and rusty red face paint walked in, pistol in hand.
"Nobody move!" the red-haired man said, sneering. "Because as of right now, everyone here on I-Island, are our hostages!"
But what the villains hadn't anticipated was that the heroes were not just prepared for their arrival, but were waiting for this exact moment to strike back.
As the red-haired man issued his threat, All Might's demeanor shifted instantly from the cheerful, unsuspecting guest to the formidable Symbol of Peace. With a speed that belied his size, he sprang into action, his powerful form moving with a purpose.
The other pro heroes, disguised among the guests, also reacted quickly. They had anticipated this scenario, their casual act at the party a carefully laid trap for the villains.
The heroes moved swiftly, their well-coordinated counter-attack catching the villains off guard. Some of the guests, previously seeming frightened and vulnerable, revealed themselves to be capable heroes, each playing their part in the counter-ambush.
In a matter of moments, the tables were turned. The would-be captors found themselves outmaneuvered and overpowered by the very people they had sought to take hostage. The reception hall, once a scene of panic, was now a battleground where the heroes demonstrated their skill, strategy, and unity.
This sudden reversal was a striking reminder of the cunning and preparedness of the heroes, proving that even in the face of surprise attacks, they were always ready to defend and protect.
As the heroes sprang into action, effectively countering the ambush, Wolfram, the red-haired man, found himself taken aback by the swift and organized response. His plan, which had seemed foolproof, was unraveling before his eyes.
Wolfram, his expression hidden behind the metal mask but his shock clear in his stance, tried to regain control of the situation.
"What!? What's going on!?" He barked, disbelief tinging his voice.
It was All Might who stepped forward, his presence commanding and confident.
"Surprised, aren't you, Wolfram?(The villain was shocked that the Pro Hero correctly addressed him by his alias)" All Might's voice boomed across the room, echoing with a mix of authority and a hint of satisfaction. "We received an anonymous tip about your little scheme. Did you really think you could catch us off guard?"
Wolfram, momentarily speechless, clenched his fist around his pistol. The realization that their plan had been anticipated and countered was a bitter pill to swallow.
"You... you knew all along!?" Wolfram growled, his frustration evident.
All Might, standing tall and unyielding, nodded.
"Yes, we knew. And we were prepared. Just as a hero should always be."
The other heroes, having neutralized the threat posed by Wolfram's men, gathered around, forming a united front. The guests, who had been mere pawns in Wolfram's plan, were safe, their would-be captors now the ones at a disadvantage.
Wolfram, realizing he was cornered and outnumbered, resorted to a desperate bluff. His voice, though strained, carried a menacing edge as he attempted one last gamble.
"Think carefully about what you do next, heroes," The villain threatened, his eyes darting around the room. "I may be surrounded, but don't forget – the entire I-Island is my hostage. Make one wrong move, and I'll bring this whole island to its knees."
The heroes' expressions remained resolute, unphased by Wolfram's attempt at intimidation. It was All Might who stepped forward, his demeanor unshaken, embodying the unwavering spirit of a true hero.
"All bark and no bite, Wolfram," All Might retorted confidently. "Your threats are empty. You have no control over the security room anymore. We've made sure of that."
Wolfram's façade of confidence faltered, the realization that his leverage was gone dawning on him. The heroes had not only anticipated his plan but had also effectively neutralized his control over the island's security.
"You've lost, Wolfram," All Might continued, his voice steady and assertive. "Your plans have been foiled, and your threats hold no weight. It's over."
The other heroes closed in, ready to apprehend Wolfram and his remaining men. The mercenary villain, stripped of his leverage and facing the united might of the heroes, was left with no options. His grand scheme had crumbled, and with it, his hold over I-Island.
Inside Wolfram's mind, a storm of confusion and frustration raged. As he stood surrounded by heroes, his plan in ruins, he couldn't help but replay the events leading up to this moment, searching for where it all went wrong.
'How could this happen?' He thought, his inner voice a mix of disbelief and anger. 'Everything was perfectly planned. The codes, the timing, the secrecy... it was all flawless. How did they know?'
The possibility of a mole or a leak nagged at him.
'Did someone on the inside betray us? Was there a whistleblower?' The thought made his blood boil. 'Or was that red bastard from before?'
His plan had been solid, his team loyal – or so he had believed.
'Could it have been one of my own men? Or was it someone else, someone who caught wind of our plan?' Wolfram's mind raced through the list of potential suspects, but nothing made sense. It was as if the heroes had anticipated their every move.
He has a feeling that Another Drive didn't cheat, despite that being something a villain was expected to do during such a situation.
But before the authorities could take the mercenary and his men away, something unexpected happened.
Some of the Pro Heroes there suddenly started attacking their colleagues and guests of the event, taking everyone by surprise. They use their Quirks to kill the people around them.
The reception hall, which had just witnessed the triumph of heroism over villainy, was plunged into a nightmarish scene of confusion and horror.
All Might, reacting swiftly to the sudden betrayal, leaped into action.
"Protect the civilians!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Guests screamed and scrambled for cover as the rogue heroes' Quirks wreaked havoc.
*Boom!* *Slash!* *Bam!*
Laser beams sliced through the air, icy blasts created slippery surfaces, and gusts of wind knocked people off their feet.
The remaining heroes, caught completely off-guard, quickly sprang into action. They used their Quirks to shield the guests, evacuate the injured, and subdue the attacking heroes without causing them serious harm.
But it wasn't very effective…
Their rogue counterparts were faster and stronger.
Amid the pandemonium, it was clear that the betrayal was well-coordinated, suggesting a deeper, more sinister plot at play. The true extent of the conspiracy was unknown, but one thing was certain: the threat was far from over, and the heroes needed to regroup and respond to this new, unexpected danger.
As the battle raged, the lines between friend and foe blurred, creating a situation where trust was as scarce as safety. The heroes were now faced with the daunting task of not only protecting the innocents but also determining the cause behind this sudden treachery among their ranks.
"Why!? Why are you guys doing this!?" A female Pro Hero furiously asks a 'rogue' one. "Why are you betraying us!?"
As the chaos unfolded, Krim, David, and Toshinori quickly pieced together the puzzle. Their seasoned instincts and knowledge of past incidents led them to a chilling realization. The sudden and violent change in the heroes' behavior had to be the work of an external influence, something sinister and familiar.
Before they could vocalize their thoughts, a new figure emerged, confirming their suspicions. A dark portal tore open in the midst of the pandemonium, and through it stepped the Another Drive Roidmude, its presence menacing and unmistakable. Behind him, a trio of Plain Type Roidmudes – each representing one of the three animal types – followed, adding to the imposing threat.
The Another Drive Roidmude, an aberration known for its ability to manipulate and use a corrupt version of Drive's powers, sneered at the gathered heroes.
"These heroes didn't betray anyone. They are quite loyal. Loyal to me, that is." He spoke to the female hero in a taunting manner as he gestured to the 'evil' Pro Heroes, his voice a distorted echo that sent shivers down the spines of those present. "So please, ladies and gentlemen, do not hate them for simply following their orders."
All Might, his eyes narrowing in recognition and resolve, addressed the Roidmude Executive.
"So it's you who's behind this, Another Drive."
Krim, grimly disturbed, added:
"You placed imposters amidst the heroes, having an idea that this outcome would happen."
Yes, the rogue Pro Heroes were probably all Roidmudes in disguise, who must have all killed their original templates before taking their places at the reception party. This horrifying deduction was the only explanation that made sense in the face of such unprecedented treachery.
David, though not a fighter, stood resolute beside his companions.
"The Kamen Riders faced your kind before, and they've prevailed. This time won't be any different."
The Another Drive Roidmude simply laughed, a sound devoid of any humanity.
"Let's see how you deal with this then," he challenged, gesturing to the Plain Type Roidmudes to engage.
All Might clenched his fists, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow.
"To think they would go to such lengths, to kill and then masquerade as our colleagues..." His voice trailed off, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon him.
David, though not on the front lines, understood the implications of such a tactic.
"It's a strategic move, designed to sow chaos and confusion from within. We were prepared for an external attack, but this... this is something else."
The realization that the heroes had been infiltrated and impersonated by Roidmudes added a new layer of complexity and danger to the situation. It meant that the enemy had intimate knowledge of their plans, strengths, and weaknesses.
The Another Drive Roidmude, reveling in the chaos it had orchestrated, seemed to mock their understanding.
"Clever, aren't you? But it's too late. The damage is done, and now you face not just us, but your own allies."
The reception hall, once a place of celebration and unity, had descended into a nightmarish tableau. Among the guests and some of the lesser-known heroes, confusion and terror reigned supreme. The revelation that Roidmudes had infiltrated their ranks, masquerading as trusted heroes, sent a wave of paranoia and fear rippling through the crowd.
The Closing Screen of this chapter shows Shift Legend TriCyclone, Signal Legend Ichigo, Shift Gold Speed and the Neo Cobra Viral Core, side by side, with the logo of Kamen Rider Dark Drive behind them.
Roidmude Casualties: 011†, 012†, 013†, 015†, 019†, 021†, Moonfish(022)†, Iron(029)†, Liquid(034)†, The Rock(037)†, 042†, Chainsaw(052)†, 054†, Judge(065)†, 071†, Beast(077)†, 083†, 088†, 093†, Arms(100)†, 101†
Count at the end of the chapter: 87 out of 112?
My Hero Academia Illegals: Vigilante Dark Drive
Drive 31: Chessboard of War: Mastering the Art of Deception and Strategy
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Author Notes:
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Okay, maybe I will refrain from using AO3 then.
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I agree with you in regard to Bakugo's behavior, but that's why I want him to grow up and learn from his mistakes. He will learn eventually that he can't act like he usually does if he wants to improve.
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I will go along with the logic that the Kamen Riders will need every help they can get to win the war against the Roidmudes. Just having Quirkless people using the Drivers won't be enough to deal with the large army of enemies they have to fight.
That's where the good-aligned Fusion Evolved Roidmudes come in.
But it's not just the Class 1-A that will fuse and make use of the Neo Viral Cores. I also plan to have some Pro Heroes, that eventually become allies of the Kamen Riders, also make use of the Neo Viral Cores to provide extra help in the fight.
While I don't plan to kill any of the teenagers(yet), I do plan to make sure that they eventually get a proper reality check to fight and kill the evil Roidmudes if they wish to survive.
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I won't answer your questions in order to avoid giving possible spoilers. I will just say that the Kamen Riders' fame will increase even more after the I-Island arc.
Phantommore: Things will get even more chaotic once the whole world finally discovers about the secret war between Kamen Riders and the Roidmudes.
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The Production Model of the Mach Driver will eventually debut in this story, but it will take some time.
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No, Mei will strictly have a support role, primarily making tech for the others to make use of. I don't plan to have her fight Roidmudes on the front lines.
Don't know about making use of Kamen Rider Legend in this story. But I can definitely try to make use of Valvarad's elements later.
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