If don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
A couple of kilometres away from the restaurant, midnight...
Tanktop Blackhole slowly opened his eyes, only to catch a glimpse of the crescent moon shining it's dim light on them, the clouds forming a circle around it.
The hell just happened?
One moment he was laying around the dirt, and then the next he was asleep...
He walked forward, looking for his brother, until he was close.
He looked around, only to see his brother laying on the ground.
"Hey, hey, bro!"
Said brother gradually opened his eyes, shifting his head to Tanktop Blackhole, "...bro?"
"That asshole outwitted us. We underestimated him." Tanktop Blackhole gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.
Tanktop Tiger rubbed his head, trying to ease the aching throb in his skull, "Fuck...at this rate, no one's gonna take us seriously."
"You think?!"
"Is that what you heroes all care about these days?" An intrusive voice came from behind.
Tanktop Tiger and Tanktop Blackhole quickly stood up, gaining a fighting stance, prepared to have a showdown with whoever just came and said that.
It was a man with a silver hair that spikes upward into two separate sides, his attire consists of a black shirt, a white, loose-fitting martial arts pants, and a pair of tai-chi slippers.
"The Hero Hunter?!" The Tanktop Brothers exclaimed in unison.
"Words do get around fast in these parts, huh?" Garou let out a pleased chuckle, "Well, on another topic, I've seen the two of you flaunting your power in front of those people, while trying to bring some guy you thought was a fraud down into your level. A deceptive, legitimate fraud."
"What do you care, anyway? We wanted to be relevant again! Nobody even bats an eye when our names get displayed in public!" Tanktop Blackhole defended, his glare sunk into Garou's pupils, radiating with confidence.
"That's some questionable driving force you got there. Is that why you're a hero?" Garou cracked his neck, twisting it into the right and the left, "Pursuing your own self-interests rather than fulfilling the duties of a hero? Where is the overwhelming wave of the ever-growing desire to help that you heroes claim to have? Or were that just simply a fable?"
The Tanktop Brothers remained silent.
"You two lot are the physical manifestation of the unfairness that we, the unpopular, have to face. Therefore, as a man who vows to erase that unfairness..." A stream of blue energy flickered inbetween Garou's bent fingers, "I will render you both incapacitated so you won't have to work as a hero ever again."
Hearing that outrageous, bold statement, Tanktop Blackhole let out an amused laughter, "You think you can beat the combined strength of the Tanktop Brothers?! You must be delusional to think so!"
"Right. I can't beat you both with brute strength alone," Garou moved his legs to the front, stretching his arms backwards, before smoothly slid them back to the front, an energy flow followed it from behind, "But who said anything about fighting with MY brute strength?" As he said that, his lips curled into a confident smirk.
These assholes won't be a pushover to him at all.
Tanktop Blackhole rushed forward, swinging his fist towards the Hero Hunter, but to his dismay, the opposition swiftly swept his arms to the right, deflecting his punch right away like an aimless, weightless leaf in the wind.
The hero was sent propelling away from the battlefield, as Tanktop Tiger lunged forward in his brother's place, "Don't think you've gained the upper hand just yet, you fucking-"
Garou quickly used his palm to strike the man in the chest, rendering him immobilised.
"What the-?"
Garou slammed the man down with a downward kick, forming a large creater beneath them.
Garou bent his knees, before jumping in the air, his fist cocked back, "Hope your insurance can handle this one!" He cockily said, before thrusting his fist forward, violently striking the man in the arm, an audible, loud noise of a rigorous bone fracture was heard.
"EXPLODING HEART RELEASE!"
Tanktop Tiger screamed in pain, feeling a shot of adrenaline spreading throughout every vein in his body. He tried to move, but was unable to do so.
The man kept his promise.
"Looks like you can't move, huh? Well, after all, I'm a man of my word." Garou remarked.
But then, he felt a subtle movement from behind. He was perceptive enough to feel it. He quickly ducked to the left, barely feeling the tip of a knuckle passing him by.
Garou quickly grabbed the assailant's arm, pushing it, before slamming the man from his behind into the ground in front of him, causing him to cough out his saliva, "A desperate attempt to have a control over the situation, but unfortunately.."
Garou slammed his knee into Tanktop Blackhole's jaw, causing the entirety of his skull to be fractured, blood streaming down from his nostrils.
"This is the moment where the MONSTER wins." Garou finished, grabbing both of the man's ankles, slowly twisting each of them into opposite directions, a painful, agonising shriek escaped his lips.
"AAAGGHHH...! FUCK YOU..YOU SICK..LITTLE-!!"
Then there it was.
Both his ankles were now broken. Permanently. Garou made sure of it.
"Public's acknowledgement. A perfect substitute for your lack of self-confidence. No wonder you're so bent on catching it between your teeth like a starved canine." Garou moved his legs away, standing in a straight position, staring at the helpless form of the hero momentarily.
Clapping his hands together, Garou walked away from the horrible scenery. These heroes were nothing but a couple of attention seeking cannon fodders.
Hell, putting them and canon fodders in the same sentence is pretty degrading for the cannon fodders themselves.
"See ya, hope you try to reflect on yourself about what you just did today." Garou bid his farewell, before vanishing from their sight.
...The Next Day...
A petite woman floated in the air, above the ground where both of the heroes used to lay. Rubbing the dust off her black dress, she descended from the air, putting her feet down near the crime scene.
"The Hero Hunter did this?" She asked.
"No evidence yet, but we're sure that someone powerful is here yesterday." One of the officers replied, "The other heroes are en route as we speak. They might get the gist of what happened here. One of them is kind of a detective anyway."
"Wait, you're bringing that pale-faced weirdo here?" Tatsumaki pouted in slight irritation.
"Well, I mean, who else should we bring?" The police stumbled on himself, realising his blunder, before adding, "W- well, with all due respect, of course!"
Tatsumaki was amused that her annoyed expression alone incited that little reaction out of him.
"Relax. I'm not gonna haul your ass into the sun for speaking your mind out." Tatsumaki walked closer to the center of the crime scene, "Whoever intercepted those two last night, he's pretty brutal in his methods."
"Two broken ankles and one broken jaw for Tanktop Tiger. Ribcage fracture for Tanktop Blackhole. I'd say he was trying to incapacitate them in order to make them quit as a hero." The officer said.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder.
Looking over her back, he saw a scruffy short black hair greeting her with a sincere smile as he pulled her straight into him, "Heyyyaaa, Tornado-chan!"
"Stop startling people like that, moron!" Tatsumaki yelled, "And what the hell do you think you're doing wrapping your stupid arms around me?!"
"Aw, what, it's just a friendly gesture!" The man in the brown trenchcoat lamented.
"I'm not your friend, I'm not even acquintanced with you!" Tatsumaki denied, pulling herself away from Zombieman, "And drop the honorary already."
"Let's skip the pleasantries and get this over with." A new, stoic voice came from behind.
A muscular sturdy figure emerged, looking at the scene with disinterest, fire burning through his nostrils and his red spiked hair.
"Endeavor?" Tatsumaki uttered, "Hmph! What is he doing here? I can bet you a couple of yen that he'll do nothing but whine to our ears."
"Oh, him? Well, I brought him here so he can lighten up and socialise." Zombieman replied, bumping the other man's arm with hus elbow.
"I never asked for this." Endeavor insisted, his arms crossed, "Besides, I have bigger, grander things going on back at my house, so if you would-"
"Anyway!" Zombieman interrupted, much to Endeavour's annoyance, "I got a little something from my research and, well, it's a live feed from one of the security surveillance in a particular area around this vicinity." He pulled his phone from his pockets.
The security feed revealed a man with a yellow jumpsuit, standing in the middle of a rain, in his front was the two said heroes.
As shown in the footage, Tanktop Tiger was the one who took the initiative, lunging at the tuft-haired man with deadly intent.
But the man was quickly taken out of the board, as Tanktop Blackhole moved forward in his brother's defense, but the opposition quickly caught his fist in his palm, putting more pressure into it.
As he did so, he continued with saying something that was inaudible.
"What was he saying?" Tatsumaki asked.
"No idea. But judging by the lip syncing, something along the lines of... him doing the hero thing not for admiration and fame, but because he wanted to?" Zombieman shrugged.
And then, the footage ends.
Suddenly, her head throbbed. A wave of unfamiliar memories surged through her mind. She felt light headed. What was going on..?
"Tornado?" Zombieman called after her in concern, "Are you okay?"
She rubbed her head, trying to ease the throbbing sensation inside her skull. She grunted gently, her eyes closed.
"Tornado?!" Zombieman was even more concerned now.
Tatsumaki's headache started to relief itself, as she began to relax, "I'm... I'm fine. It was nothing."
"Are you sure? Your head.."
"It's fine. No need to concern yourself."
"If you say so..." Zombieman conceded. Perhaps it was just a normal headache.
"Anyway, so, did you all get the gist of what happened in the security footage?" Zombieman replied.
"Yeah, but one problem remains," The officer said, "It doesn't look like the man on the security footage did a lot of damage on Tanktop Blackhole."
"We aren't sure that-" Zombieman cut himself short. He sniffed the air, earning a puzzled look from the three of them.
"What?" Tatsumaki asked.
"The scent..." Zombieman uttered, his eyes widened, "The scent is similar to the scent I whiffed back at the headquarters right after the intruder left.."
"Does that mean..?"
"Not sure yet. It could be a similar fragment, but we're one step closer to the truth." Zombieman crouched, rubbing the ground with his fingers, "There's a fist dent in here," He said.
"Yeah. It's been like that for the past few hours." The officer said.
"The width..." Zombieman pulled the phone from his pockets, trying to find the similarities between the dent in the ground and in the picture he took back at the HQ.
"I calculated the size before, just in case and..." Zombieman used a measuring tool to count the size, spreading it from one side of the dent to the other and..
"Shit." He quickly stood up, glancing at the people behind him, "Yo. You were right. The Hero Hunter was here."
"He was?" Endeavour raised his brow, slightly impressed.
"Yep..No mistaking it. The length of the dent was the same size as the dent he left back at the headquarters. Either he's an idiot for not doing some kind of re-evaluation for what he just did, or he wanted us to trail after him." Zombieman concluded.
"The latter makes much more sense, considering the title he gave for himself." The officer added.
"Not bad!" Tatsumaki complimented.
"We have to alert the Headquarters. We have to take precautions in case things like this happen in the future." Zombieman said with seriousness in his tone, contrast to his usual light-hearted attitude.
Fuck. Shit just got real bad.
Monster Rehabilitation Department, Yokohama...
A truck parked itself in front of a large building. As the gate opened itself automatically, it entered the basement inside of it.
When the truck halted, a long aqua blue wavy haired woman with two of her companions came to greet them.
A person came out of the truck, as he moved forward to return the polite gesture from the woman.
"I assume you picked up the leftover monsters from the streets like I requested you to, mister Sitch?" She asked.
Sitch nodded, as he pressed on a remote to open the backdoor of the truck.
A couple of injured monsters was resting inside, unable to move a single muscle.
"Yeah. Apologies for the delay, we had some...issues for the past couple of days." Sitch replied, "But all of that is behind us now."
"I agree." The woman took in the sight of these monsters inside of the truck, "Well, for your trouble, I could-"
"No need, Gyoro-kun." Sitch shook his head, "After all, we're on our mutual interests."
"Hm. If you say so." Gyoro gestured her companions to take the wheel, "We'll take it from here. I assume you have some form of transportation to get you home?"
Sitch nodded, "No need to worry about me. I can take care of myself." He replied with a polite smile, before walking away, "I'll see you later, Gyoro-kun."
The woman nodded, as her lips curled into a sharpened, eerie smile, a glint of green energy dancing freely in her glaring eyes.
Hours later...
"ORA ORA!" Yagi yelled to the top of his lungs, "TAKE THAT! CONSECUTIVE LOW KICKS!" Yagi rigorously pressed the button in his game controller.
"Sensei.." Izuku began, "You've been doing nothing but spam the same moves for the past couple of matches." He deadpanned.
"Hey, I don't see you doing anything different either!" Yagi yelled back, still into the game.
"But I still at least can predict a few of your repetitive moves," Izuku replied, "For example, this... 'Consecutive Low Kicks', I assume the name was inspired by one of your special moves, 'Consecutive Normal Punches', right?"
Yagi didn't reply, as he was too busy trying to win the game.
"You need to practice a few of the movesets provided by the game so you can combine them later on as a way to reduce half of your enemy's healthbar. Even I can understand it overnight." Izuku advised, but Yagi didn't listen.
He continued, "It's an adequate strategy in order to overcome your opponents. Strategies are absolutely crucial when it comes to fighting. If you use the same movesets over and over again, your opponents can use that to their advantage, they can punish you for it. The same can be said about how a hero should fight. In order to overpower their opponents, they should decipher the opposition's fighting style, the patterns of their moves, their quirk, any form of weaknesses that they can utilize to their advantage. Fightingaimlesslywhilehavingnosenseofwhatyouropponentiscapableofcanleadtoone'sdownfallbuttherealityismanyheroesoftenlyrelyontheirquirksnotonlythatisfollybutit'sineffectiveagainstsomevillainssomeofthemarecunningandingenioustheycan-"
"Oi." Yagi interrupted, steam coming out of his head, "It's not even that deep. Stop running your mouth like a scientist on autopilot, just enjoy the damn game."
Izuku resisted the urge to slap his own forehead. He did it again, speaking what's on his mind even when unprovoked.
"My apologies, Sensei."
"And stop with the apologising. You're creeping me out."
"Oh...I see... I'm quite penitent for my constant obnoxious attitude that renders you uncomfortable with my very presence." Izuku spoke again.
"What the fuck is a penitent?" Yagi asked, absolutely exasperated.
"It's another way to express my regret-"
"So in other words, an apology." Yagi slapped his forehead, "Please kill me already."
He's gonna need a few stress relievers before he can teach the brat tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED!