I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
The Hero Public Safety Commission Headquarters...
"The interior of this building never changed did it? Never underwent through some kind of renovation?" Yagi asked, his eyes curiously shifted to the curvature wall of the middle room.
"Nah. They thought it was already perfect." Nana chuckled in amusement, "Besides, what could be more perfect than the already established design made by the Metal Knight himself?"
"Oh, yeah. Forgot. He vanished. Because of certain things.." Yagi's eyes darted down melancholically.
Nana eyed him sympathetically, before changing the topic completely, "Anyway, so, what's the deal with the kid? Is he your son?"
"M- my son?! "His son?!" Both the person in question screamed in unison at the thought of them being related by blood.
"You don't have to be so loud." Nana shook her head, letting out a slight giggle.
"No, he's.." Yagi reluctantly shifted his eyes to Izuku, "Just a kid I met a few days a-"
"I am a proud disciple of All-Might Sensei!" Izuku interjected, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Floatie-sama!"
Yagi eyed the kid with indignation rising on the surface. Seriously? Did he just say that out loud?
"Ho?" Nana's brows perked up curiously, "Toshi? A teacher? I never pegged him to be the tutoring type."
"Brat's bluffing," Yagi coerced himself into the conversation, "running his mouth about something that isn't true."
"Sensei-"
"Stop calling me Sensei!" Yagi's eyes landed on Izuku, gesturing for him to shut up about their not-so-official master and teacher relationship. If they could even call that in the first place.
"Hey, hey, hey, you noisy morons," A voice interjected from behind. It sounded so familiar. It's high tone, how it eerily resembles the voice of a child..
"People here are busy squabbling with each other about some whatchamacallit threats or whatever, you don't want to set them off even further by prattling around." She added.
Oh fuck.
Yagi turned his head around, only to see a petite woman with green curly hair, black jacket extended to her waist, forming a three way cut.
"Terrible Tornado, fancy seeing you here!" Nana waved.
"Terrible Tornado!?" Izuku almost screamed, getting excited at the prospect of seeing a top ranked hero with his own eyes.
"Huh? Who allowed this kid here?" Tatsumaki raised her brow, completely ignoring Nana.
"I did." Yagi said, "It's fine. The rules mentioned that we can invite whoever we want as long as we're one of the professional heroes."
"Hm." Tatsumaki crossed her arms, seemingly observing Yagi, her eyes squinted, "Oh. You're that guy from the security surveillance."
"You saw me before?" Yagi asked, his expression contorted in discomfort.
She nodded, "It's hard to forget the face of the guy who beat up those two rookie heroes." Tatsumaki said in a dark tone. She kept this facade for a while, before suddenly curling her lips into a sly smile, "Good job. Never liked them anyway."
"You're welcome, I guess?" Yagi took a step back. Fuck. He didn't expect this to happen. He should've. This is a large scale meeting for all pro-heroes, for crying out loud.
"What's your name? Never got the time to figure it out." Tatsumaki asked.
That question made something ache inside his chest. He took a deep breath, before answering, "Yagi. Yagi Toshinori."
"Sensei?" Izuku shifted his eyes to Yagi, showing concern.
Yagi didn't acknowledge his disciple's concern. He was too busy being occupied with the emotional turmoil raging inside him like a violent storm.
Nana rubbed a circle in Yagi's back, trying to sooth his very, very mixed emotions.
"That name.." Tatsumaki rubbed her chin, "Have we met before?"
"Nah, of course not." Yagi shook his head, "What makes you think that?"
"It's like a deja vu or something." Tatsumaki shook her head, "I suppose it's nothing. Welp, I gotta get going. Nice meeting you, 'Yagi Toshinori'." She then approached him closer.
Followed by a soft, tiny hand gripping his shoulder, "Who knows. We might turn out to be good friends if we keep in contact."
And with that, she left the three to themselves.
Yagi was frozen for a while, before snapping out of it, "That was...something."
"Yeah. Sorry. I forgot to warn you." Nana sighed.
"I didn't need a warning in the first place. I should've seen it coming from a mile." Yagi replied.
"Sensei..." Izuku uttered.
"It's fine kid." Yagi waved the kid off, "Let's just get this over with before the executives nags us for being late."
"Damn right." Nana agreed, as the three of them went to the conference room, where the meeting is being held...
...
A man came out of a mist, bringing along another man with a long hair tied with a ponytail from behind, supporting a small goatee around his chin area, and a red cloak wrapped around his open blue haori, a sword resting on his waist.
"Being sudden isn't professional at all." The man complained, "You should've scheduled this whole meeting beforehand."
"I have dozens of men with teleportation quirks at the ready in case all of you are too far away from the vicinity of the headquarters," Sitch replied, "Besides, this is urgent. Something urgent doesn't just get sidelined into a useless schedule."
"What could be so urgent that you're putting all the effort to send your men all over the country to grab hundreds of pro-heroes?" Atomic Samurai asked.
"You'll see." Sitch said, followed by multiple mists forming into existence in every side.
"This is a complete waste of time." A muscular, fiery man harbouring a stoic expression remarked.
Then, another man with sharp feature and darkened eyes came out of the mist, his hair styled in a pompadour shape. Lifting his bat behind his shoulder, "Really? At a time like this?! Fuck you, man!"
While the pro-heroes are all being gathered in the conference room, Sitch hastily went to the podium, fixing his suit as he approached the mic stand to prepare.
Hundreds of pro-heroes appeared simulteanously, both manually and by extensive assistance.
As minutes passes by, he cleared his throat, before finally gaining the means to say it, "Greetings, our beloved, hard-working pro-heroes..my apologies for the sudden intrusion in your daily activities, but this is a dire matter that can no longer be sidelined."
"Corresponding to the declining numbers of pro-heroes and the fluctuations of criminality rates, we have tried our best by taking preventive measures to counteract this issue. But the issue no longer only lies on the massive uprising of the villains, but rather..." He pressed a button on the device held by his left hand, as light came out of a projector, visualising the earth and it's magnetic field, "A few hours ago, we have received a signal that there was a distortion in the earth's magnetic field. At first, we thought that the cause of this was the solar wind, but we've found something else. Something far worse."
He clicked the button again, as the visualisation screen slid off to the right.
"Our satellites detected an abnormal rise in heat in the magnetic field's proximity that exceeds even the average temperature of the sun's core." Sitch said, his tone emphasising on the scale of this threat.
"We couldn't quite figure out the cause behind this. It couldn't be a natural occurrence. But then, we spotted something else that confirmed our suspicions." Sitch pressed the button again, revealing a real-time video of...
An obscure image of a man hovering in space with his hands clenched. His attire wasn't clear, but the most prominent detail in his get-up was the large, white pads protruding from each of his shoulders.
He looked like he was struggling against an invisible force, before being engulfed by a light distorting sphere, almost as if a black hole formed itself out of the blue.
Sitch closed his eyes, before saying, "We believe...that the man on the tape shown earlier...is the hero that we thought to be long dead."
The pro-heroes all around the room widened their eyes. No. It couldn't be.
"Blast. The strongest hero to ever live, who was thought to be slain by the notorious villain, All For One." Sitch brought the truth to them, or at least...what he thought to be the truth.
"Yo, hate to burst your bubble, but is it really rational to assume that a man that everyone saw got decapitated centuries ago in front of live television somehow resurrected and is now fucking around in space?" A man with pompadour hair stood up, his bat pointed at the director.
"The only one that has ever had the quirk to summon black holes," Sitch's eyes sunk into Metal Bat's, "Is Blast. It's a rational assumption, on the contrary, mister Badd, but thank you for your input regardless."
"You really believe no one has a quirk like that? Really? Anyone?" Metal Bat shifted his eyes to the surrounding pro-heroes, reveiving no answer.
"Not according to our quirk analytics observation." Sitch replied, "But there might have been a relapse in our methods, and there may be someone with the quirk at hand that slipped out of our radar, but for the time being, it's safe to assume that the man in the shown footage is Blast."
Badd kept his eyes on the director, before exhaling, sitting down in exasperation, "Whatever, go on."
"That monster I faced earlier, any chance that it has anything to do with this? Just a hunch." Tatsumaki's voice came in, her body levitating in the air.
"We were just getting into that. After a further observation, yes, that monster you faced," Sitch pointed at the visualisation screen once again, showing a picture of the permian-like giant creature with spikes protruding on it's back, "Has the same heat signature, contains the same materials inside it's radiation. Had you not been there to stop him, he could've scorched the entire earth within a matter of seconds."
Collective gasp scattered around the conference room.
"You're telling me I held my ground agajnst something that's hotter than the sun's core itself without problem?" Tatsumaki shook her head at the idea of how ridiculous this is, "Jesus Christ."
"What, next, you're gonna say this piece of shit is an alien." Another hero joked.
But unfortunately..
"Precisely." Sitch came with an unexpected answer.
"I WAS JOKING!"
Deciding to ignore him, he continued, "An unindentified projectile entered our atmosphere moments after the earth's magnetic field was distorted. We figured out that the creature first needed to replenish it's energy before taking the offense route."
"Whatever this entity is, it's connected to the phenomenon that we just presented to all of you here." Sitch then cleared his throat, "Therefore, I can assume that another entity is behind this, and that, supoosedly Blast, are trying to neutralise the threat."
"For now, we classify this unknown threat as...Divine Level Threat, and the prophecy regarding the earth's demise might come true." Sitch closed the presentation, "As heroes, we must prepare for whatever it is that might be lurking out there. The safety and the prosperity of mankind hinges on us."
...
While the director kept on rambling here and there, Yagi found himself half asleep. God damn it, this is so tedious. Why did he agree to follow through with the invitation?
Well, not really an invitation, more like an obligatory visitation.
As he opened his eyes, the guy on the podium were warning the heroes about some misbehaving dinosaur.
Really? Dinosaurs?
He could just come there, punch it, and be done with it.
Ah well, he should just sleep aga-
"Sensei!"
"What?" Yagi replied in slight annoyance. He just wanted to take a little nap.
"Did you catch what he was saying regarding a threat on an enormous scale?" Izuku asked.
"Mmm...something about wild dinosaurs..." Yagi trailed off, staring at the ceiling, "I can just punch it and go home right now."
"Actually, the 'dinosaur' has been dealt with, Sensei." Izuku replied.
"Oh, cool. Let's go home then! You must be hungr-"
"Sensei, the threat as a whole has not been dealt with. Just the dinosaur." Izuku interrupted, "Were you listening, Sensei?"
"Kinda..."
Izuku stared at him with a skeptical look.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. An old man's gotta have his fair share of napti-"
"I see now!" Izuku widened his eyes, coming to his own nonsensical conclusion, "I was foolish enough to not notice! Sensei is indirectly teaching me how to be calm in the most distressful situation!"
"What?" Yagi raised his brow in confusion.
"Forgive me for being lenient in my studies, Sensei! I have a lot to learn for-"
"Hey, hey, no, I'm not trying to teach you anything, I just-"
"I will do my best to try to decipher your subliminal teachings next time!" Izuku interrupted, not listening to any of the word Yagi just said.
"God, brat, I- fine, fine, yeah, whatever, you just go ahead and carry on with the-" Yagi cut himself off when he saw Izuku trailing off and scribbling on his notebooks.
That notebook again.
The kid and his tendency to treat everything that comes out of his mouth as a lesson.
At this point, he's gonna sound like he's pulling his teachings out of his ass to any sane person when that's not even his intention at all.
He decided to listen to the director, but when he was about to, the meeting was done.
Now everyone seems to be in a discussing mood.
"Aaaaand my shitty luck has resurfaced itself once again." Yagi threw his hands in the air..He couldn't quite catch the point of the whole meeting, but he's sure for one thing...
He's gonna watch out for this whole 'Unknown Threat' thing, and maybe give it a few good smack to teach it a lesson.
TO BE CONTINUED!