I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
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Class 1-A...
The students were bamboozled when Aizawa entered the room, albeit with a bit of an exasperated expression.
As he sat down, Iida stood up, "Aizawa-sensei! Pardon for my interjection, but did you get your schedules mixed up? Our economy teacher starting from today is supposed to be Yagi-sensei."
"Your economy teacher today would be me." Aizawa huffed, wiping the dust off his suit, "The assigned teacher called in for sick, though I doubt the buffoon is sick at all. Just a ploy to avoid his duties. This is his first day as a teacher, yet already he has shown his leniency in his responsibilities."
"Forgive me for my lack of manners, but aren't you not qua-"
Aizawa gave Iida a look, and he immediately stiffened. He lowered his gaze, "I apologize, Aizawa-sensei. I.. didn't know what came over me."
"The Principal also called in for sick, so that adds up even more to my suspicion. Whatever they're scheming, it must've slipped under my nose." Aizawa explained.
Izuku raised his brow, curiousity surfacing in his chest, "Aizawa-sensei, when did you last see him yesterday?"
"Right before the whole fiasco with the monsters." Aizawa replied, "He went to deal with the threat as soon as it started."
"Oh.." Izuku might have an idea what they're doing.
Especially on the topic of Garou.
Aizawa then said, "Open your textbooks, and go to page 10. Regarding the subject, we will be learning about how to post a journal to th-"
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a multitude of men in black suits.
With a hint of hostility, Aizawa stood up, his eyes glaring with red tinted glow, "What is the meaning of this?"
"We are looking for a student." One of the men said as he took a step forward, "His name is 'Midoriya Izuku'."
Izuku widened his eyes a little, confused as to why they were looking for him in the first place.
"We request you to be civil about this, as we do not mean harm to befall on the boy."
"And what if I say, I'm not handing him over to you? I don't even know who you are, or who you work for." Aizawa asked, his fists clenched.
"We are here under the orders of the Director of the Hero Commission to retrieve Midoriya Izuku." The men collectively showed them the badge near their chests.
"What for?" Aizawa scoffed. He was ready to pound these assholes into the ground for endangering one of his students.
"His strength is greatly needed. The son of one of our funders has been abducted, and this could impact the deflation of our country's greatest asset to maintain peace."
"Sounds like an excuse to get you fool's bellies filled," Aizawa walked forward, "What happens to the Commission is none of my student's business. He is but a child, his skills are yet to be honed. What you're proposing here is outrageous."
"We can hear it from said 'child'. He can speak for himself, can he? If he wishes to decline, then we will leave him alone. However, if he accepts..."
Aizawa couldn't believe the nerve of these people. It's as if they had this whole thing figured out from the start.
"Maybe we could discuss this on a secluded place, if you may. It is more appropriate." One of the men said.
With a grunt, Aizawa stood up, but the man held his hands up, "I didn't say you."
"You want to speak with Midoriya? Alone? Unsupervised?" Aizawa asked in disbelief.
"Sensei." Midoriya walked up to the front, "It's fine."
"Midoriya!" Uraraka shouted, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Izuku nodded. The rest of the class seemed uneasy at the prospect of Izuku going alone with multiple, unknown strangers.
"Midoriya." Aizawa said, halting Izuku.
"Sensei?"
"...I don't want to have to pretend that I'm your guardian, but you're my student, and I prioritise your safety. You can back out of this, whenever you want. Say the word." Aizawa offered, almost hoping that he would incline.
".. I'm fine, Aizawa-sensei."
With a nod, Izuku walked towards the men with no hesitation. Aizawa suppressed the urge to just grab Izuku and flee the place. But..
He could always use the security footage surveillance back at his office.
"You've chosen right, kid. Now, if you may.."
As they walked out of the classroom, Aizawa stood up, "Enjoy your free period for now."
"A- Aizawa-sensei-?!"
"I can't let the Problem Child go out on his own without supervision, lest he makes a rash decision that would ultimately cost him." Aizawa replied sternly, as he walked out of the classroom as well.
Aizawa closed the door, before heading straight towards the teacher's room.
But then, something small struck from his behind.
He looked to his backside, only to see nothing was standing there.
Who could've-?
Aizawa's head throbbed abruptly, losing the power behind his grip on his consciousness. Like a rapidly shrinking hole, the light that entered his pupils began to dim itself.
He grabbed the object that stuck in his back, before realising that the thing that struck him..
Was a dart containing a sleep-inducing fluid.
Fuck.
Collapsing on the ground, he desperately tried to crawl away, to reach for the teacher's lounge, but his muscles refused to move, as if something flipped a switch on the mobility of his limbs.
No..
He laid on his back, staring at the light on the ceiling.
The last thing he saw were two men standing above his writhing body, before the light finally switched, and the blissful darkness shrouded his vision.
...
Izuku caught up with them, as the four of them halted in the middle of the corridor, the sun shining through the transparent window at their left side.
Izuku began to ask, "I don't know if the others are going to agree with this decision of mine but..how severe is the situation?"
"Much more than you can comprehend." The man who appeared to be the leader of these men then introduced himself, "I'm Kishimoto Hakata, Senior Vice Director of the Hero Safety Public Commission."
"Nice to meet you, Kishimoto-san..."
"You might be wondering why we chose you out of all the students that occupied the same class as you are," Kishimoto cleared his throat, before continuing, "What lies within you is what piqued our interest. You are quirkless, are you not?"
"... not sure if I'm supposed to-"
"Don't worry. We know better than anyone about the method you used to gain this extraordinary power. It has a connection of some sort to the problem's we are facing as of now." Kishimoto said, "Thirty years ago, the wave of mysterious beings fluctuated drastically, monsters after monsters appeared, and it caused some commotion within our organisation. Surely, you know that your mentor is indirectly responsible for that."
"No, don't you dare blame hi-!"
"I wasn't trying to blame him," Kishimoto interjected, "My point is, ever since that fiasco, we had to think of a counter-plan to fight against the current, and we created a program that would..partially succeed. We created the Monster Rehabilitation Department as a counter measure to the uprising of the mysterious beings. However, the Director had some..blunders in his end. He appointed a villain to be the leader of the project."
"And that's what led to the abduction." Izuku concluded, "And you need my strength to repel the odds."
"Precisely." Kishimoto nodded, "Your strength can accomodate what we lack in numbers. A person who has broken their limiter, or at least close to doing so, can increase our chance."
"But what about Sensei? Are you planning to leave him in the dark?" Izuku asked once more.
"Oh, Midoriya, dear," His eyes widened maniacally, "One doesn't simply use their trump card as a first resort. When things go south, we'll call in for the big guns."
Izuku was about to object at the thought of his Sensei being used as a mere tool, but then the words stuck in his throat.
The man stared at him, as if he knew what he was going to say next.
Gulping, he nodded, "I understand."
"Now, as you know, all pro-heroes require a pro-license in order to take active duty, but for you, we are willing to make an exception. Consider this as a...makeshift legalisation."
Izuku shuddered, knowing that he was about to be thrown into a battlefield that he has no knowledge of. He wasn't bred into war. He spent most of his life as a quirkless, defenceless kid.
But if the fate of the people hinges on him, then...
"I accept." Izuku's decision was final.
"Splendid! Now, would you mind if we escort you to our limousine?"
...
"We've been punching a dozen amount of walls, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Flashy Flash asked again, only to find himself interrupted when Yagi blew another hole into the next wall.
"Says the guy that got lost inside this maze." Yagi said.
"I mean, you got lost too..."
"Not my fault. I came here prepared, and this thing chose the wrong time to malfunction." Yagi replied back, as he sprinted away, Flashy Flash following him along.
"I've been meaning to ask..." Flashy Flash said, "Well, not meant as an intrusion on your privacy or anything but, you know, have you ever thought about-"
He was interrupted when Yagi pummeled another wall, creating a wide, gaping hole that led into another room, before sprinting away again.
With a sigh, Flashy Flash began again, "Well, back to what I was saying, so, have you ever thought about rekindling your old ambiti-"
"I think I heard someone shitting on the right." Yagi said, oblivious to what Flashy Flash was saying.
"WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" The ninja yelled in exasperation.
"Huh? You asked something?" Yagi rubbed his forehead, much to the retired hero's dismay.
"You know what, let's just save this topic for another time." Flashy Flash threw his hand in the air.
"Ok." Yagi said in a monotone voice, "So, about what I've heard earlier.."
"Someone shitting?" Flashy Flash replied.
"Yeah. That. I mean, shitting inside a sewer? That's weird. We must be close to the base." Yagi shrugged, "We could just barge into the toilet and use whoever's inside as a tour guide of some sorts."
"A- are you mentally challenged?"
"No I'm perfectly sane."
"You're practically disregarding someone's privacy by barging into the fucking-"
He didn't get the chance to finish as Yagi kicked the door to the toilet nonchalantly.
"Oh. It's not a human." Yagi announced, gesturing for Flashy Flash to come. He begrudgingly complied to his request, as he entered the bathroom and..
A monster with a round-like physique, pink coloured, and one eye was sitting on a toilet.
"W- what are you guys-?"
"You there!" Yagi didn't pay attention to the absurdity of this situation, "When you're done shitting, take us to the main entrance of your base!"
"This place reeks." Flashy Flash complained while pinching his nose to block the foul aroma from entering his nostrils, "I'll only wait for thirty seconds."
...
All of the attacks I could muster...
None of it had any real effects on this...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Garou said as he dodged another blast from the six-eyed canine monster.
However, another beam hurled towards him. Without any chance to react, he was catapulted straight through the concrete, falling down into a massive, oval-shaped room.
Now, with more freedom, he could use the environment to his advantage.
He scanned the power that this monstrosity had..Perhaps he could use his quirk to copy...?
No..He couldn't. It was a monster. By default, it is quirkless.
"Fuck.." Garou's writhing legs tried to support him from collapsing into the ground.
Felt like I sprained a muscle or two...
As the monster landed on the ground, it releases another blast of energy directed straight towards Garou, who immediately stomped the ground, causing a huge chunk of rock to briefly suspend itself in the air.
Erupting into pieces, Garou used the remaining rocks to propel himself high in the air, building momentum as he does so.
When the time comes for him to launch himself off of the last debris, he spun around, "WATER STREAM ROCK SMASHING FIST."
Exhausting all the strength that he had left, he delivered a barrage of attacks at a violent speed, causing the shockwaves to ripple the air around them.
None of this has any effects on him?!
Weary, Garou took a step back, feeling the overexertion of strength taking a toll on his already weakening body.
He was already fixated on securing the victory, but at this rate, he might as well die and get obliterated into million fragments.
But he wasn't just about to give up. In a last ditch effort, Garou tried to swing with another attack, only to be interrupted by an outburst of intense energy pushing him backwards against the floor.
It pushed him deep, and deep, until he reached the end of the road, with multiple rubble toppling him underneath.
Dammit.. I've crashed through a lot of floors...gotta go back there as soon as possible.
But he couldn't so much as lift even a finger. His entire body was immobilised, and he was left vulnerable at the lowest level of the entire goddamn base.
Something is bound to find him soon, and-
"Ah, I was just wondering what fell from above.." A foreign voice reached his ears.
Suddenly, the burden that were straining him on the ground were lifted in the air by an external force.
Garou moved his eyes, only to be met with the sight of the monster that he met before. That same one-eyed monster who kept sitting on that obnoxious chair of his...
"You've caused quite the ruckus up there. Not to mention that you're indirectly responsible for the disappearance of my two most valuable members. Naturally, I would disperse you of your precious life, but I see potential in you." Gyoro Gyoro said, "Having survived the relentless attacks of Royal Ripper and Bug God, albeit with a little assistance, you have reached a new height. You were even able to hold your own against Rover."
Garou observed the power that this monster possesses. A psychic ability of some sorts, much like..
Tatsumaki?
Forcing himself to stand up, his hands rested on his knees, bending his body a little, "You ordered that pet of yours to attack me, didn't you? By the looks of it, all of this mess is your fault."
Garou's bravado was cut short when suddenly, he felt immobilised.
W- what now?! I- I can't move?!
"Resistance is futile." Gyoro Gyoro warned.
"You better release the hold on me, or else..." Garou threatened. But empty threats remains empty.
"Ah well, let's chat a bit so we can get to know what we're in for, hm." Gyoro Gyoro slasped his hands, leaning forward, "As I stated before, you, being the foolish, unruly human you are, refused to hold release of your withering humanity. We could classify you as a half-monster. Your acceleration in growth is a testament to your potential. But that is simply not enough, the qualitications are almost thick, but one task remains: Your humanity must disappear. Leave it to me and I can turn you into the strongest monster."
"What is this, a tutoring offer? You want me to teach me about some fallible techniques or obsolete psychic powers?" Garou asked, wary of the monster's ulterior motives.
"What I offer you is not merely extraordinary abilities or martial arts. It's the secret to monsterification, the crucial key in becoming a true monster. To simply put it, one must exceed the limits of their body, and experience a close encounter with death after another. It may sound like a simple process, but it is actually extremely difficult. Only the lucky could ever hope to achieve and trascend above all other monsters. The most important part is to experience a hell tailored to the individual." Gyoro Gyoro explained.
"Prattling here and there about death experiences..sounds like you got this tested out a lot." Garou remarked.
"A lot? I have conducted countless experiments. Given that turning a human into a monster is an easy work, the process simply amplifies and alters the abilities that an individual already possesses, with no prospect of further growth. I've tried other things to remedy this, be it monster cannibalism, blood and cell transfusion, different types of stress and pain, fluctuations of levels of their hatred and rage... everything that I could think of. During this process, I have come to the conclusion that it is possible for one to ascend into new heights if they conquer death itself, which would end up in them having an exploding growth afterwards."
Gyoro Gyoro continued, "Amidst the abundance of failures, I've had my first success...and he would be the Monster King, Orochi-sama."
Garou's patience was running thin. What the hell is the whole point of having a well thought explanation for things that he didn't give a crap about?
Ah well, might as well indulge this fatass.
"However..."
There. There comes the intriguing part.
"You possess a potential even more vast than he does. As a result of your battle, your rate of growth increased exponentially. You broke through a wall that rarely anyone had ever done before." Gyoro Gyoro then continued, "With this in mind, you can even defeat All Might himself! Join forces with me, and I will realise your dreams!"
He anticipated for the answer.
And it was sorely disappointing.
"Leave me the hell alone." Garou pointed at the monster, "I got no interest to be involved in this little group of cretins of yours. If anything, I'd rather join a dysfunctional boy band."
"Oh-ho, but you've lost your right to refuse the moments I've set my sights on you!" Gyoro Gyoro levitated from his chair, "Perhaps a lesson in pain would convince you otherwise?! We can start the experiment from here and out!"
Garou could move again...
I see. So these pathetic psychics can only perform one task at a time. Multitasking aren't their forte.
Gyoro Gyoro rained down a shower of pebbles upon Garou, who in turn, deflected them all with a swift motion of his hands. Bouncing back and forth from each grounds, he finally landed on the highest ground before sweeping his right leg to destroy the last remaining pebbles.
"SUBMIT!" Gyoro Gyoro used his psychic powers to strain Garou down, to keep him from moving.
But much to his surprise...
"Slowly, but surely..." The green aura encapsulating Garou began to flicker, losing it's grip on it's intended target, "I'm getting used to this whole deal with you trying to keep me from moving like a dog on a leash."
"Wh- what?!" Gyoro Gyoro shrieked in bafflement, "Why are you able to move?!"
"This is the supposed unrivaled power of the advisor of the Monster Association?! I'm quite appalled by the disappointment. How shocking." Garou taunted, "It seems like your psychic powers are limited to one task, is it not?! One moment you removed your bindings, I feel less restrained! Hah!"
Another pebble was thrown at him, to which he dodged quite quickly.
"Psychic powers don't scare me a bit!" Garou said as he landed on the ground, twisting his neck, cracking his knuckles, "To think that you, a mediocre monster, is about to tutor a genius like me?! The idea in itself is perplexing!"
"Time to start hunting." Garou said as he crouched, preparing to have a showdown with this so-called monster.
But then...
"You know, the heroes, they're planning to raid this place." Gyoro Gyoro said, "So I can't use up all my energy on you."
His head tilted above, "Go ahead~~. Orochi-sama~~."
The only words Garou could utter was, "Wha-?"
Then, the ground beneath him rumbled, as if something was forcing it's way through to the surface, drilling upwards relentlessly.
In mere seconds, he found himself encircled by five sharp structures resembling a massive claw.
It wrapped itself around him, tightening it's iron grip on his seemingly frail body. He couldn't move, nor could he break out of whatever is holding him. He could feel his bones crushing under the sheer pressure of this massive creature's hold.
"AAAAHGHHHHHH...!" Blood spluttered from his lips, as he desperately pulled his arms away.
"Careful not to squish him a little too hard, Orochi-sama. He's useful." Gyoro Gyoro warned.
Letting go of Garou, the man fell to the ground. Hitting the floor, he rolled back, before spinning around in the air, landing on the ground neatly.
That guy. That Orochi-sama individual that the fatass kept babbling about.
I wonder what makes him so exceptional to warrant such a reverence from all these monsters. Welp, guess time to find out.
Then..
An abrupt strike from one of the horns prompted Garou to avoid the attack, spinning around as multiple other horns followed.
These attacks are incredibly easy to-
As if on cue, one of the horns pierced Garou straight through his torso, slamming him afterwards against the walls.
The blood dripped from his shirt, losing the grip of his conscious mind.
"Not a big deal. I've been stabbed before. Heh.." Garou knew that his words were nothing more than a bluff.
It hurt.
It definitely fucking hurt.
Not to mention the pain throbbing all over his body because of that whole conflict with that dog monster.
As he dashed forward, he thought inwardly..
This guy's a human once, right? Guess I'll find a spot that could be his weakness...
Like that!
As he leaped forward, he prepared to strike The Monster King in the head...
Only for his endeavours to be met with immediate failure, as Orochi's mouth expanded, forming another mouth with massive worms crawling out of it.
"Heh. After the dog monster comes the king of the worms." Garou remarked.
Orochi's extensive mouth charged an energy ball, before releasing it towards Garou.
"Shit," Garou held his arms up as the means to shield himself from the high temperature attack, withstanding the blast although with some physical recoil.
When the attack dissipated, Garou was sent catapulting to the nearest wall. Resting inside the crater, Garou's arms rattled, trembling as it tried to regain it's mobility.
"Orochi-sama is a being that exceeds you in your current state. Stand down, Garou." Gyoro Gyoro admonished the half monster.
Garou's lips bent upwards, forming an eerie smile. As he forcibly removed himself from the crater, he used his hands to support himself from falling.
"I ain't gonna..get hit by that same damn attack. I'm turning the tide in my favour, just you watch." Garou declared, his eyes baring into the two of his adversaries, shimmering with determination and the drive to remain triumphant.
"That monster king guy is strong, I'll give the credit to where it's due. However... there's something amiss from him that truly makes someone a 'monster king'."
"And what, pray tell, is that?" Gyoro Gyoro challenged.
"He lacks terror. He doesn't have what it takes to instill fear into the hearts of his adversaries, but me?!" Garou snickered, digging his nails into his palm as it sunken into it's flesh, "I can show you terror."
He prepared a stance, bending his knees, making a swift motion around him, followed by a wave of blue energy.
"COME AND BE TERRIFIED!"
However...
He noticed that Orochi was mimicking the same stance that he put on before and...
"A- are you kidding me? Don't tell me he can.."
"You think you're the only genius? Seeing how simple your moves are, they can be imitated rather easily. Thank you, Garou, you've played your part in improving Orochi's growth."
"Very well. I will bestow upon you, TERROR!" Orochi declared.
"Copying my moves isn't going to change anything!" Garou's palpable rage surfaced, as he used all the strength he could use from his legs to propel himself towards Orochi, "WATER STREAM, ROCK SMASHIN-"
He couldn't finish his attack, however, as he was sent hurling against the wall, digging through it deep enough to form a decent sized crater.
Resting inside, he could feel his consciousness slipping away, losing it's grip on his battered mind.
Then, darkness was all he knew.
"That obsession to defeat heroes, that lustful desire to become a monster, yet your humanity still remains." Gyoro Gyoro said, "We have plans for you Garou. Brainwashing that mind of yours could prove to be difficult, but I'll do what I can, since the Hero Commission has a trump card even beyond of their current strongest heroes."
"Speaking of..." Gyoro Gyoro's sight landed on Orochi, who appeared to be..troubled by something, "Is anything not to your liking, Orochi-sama?"
"... He's here." Orochi uttered, looking mortified, "I sense his presence."
"Wha-"
And with that, Orochi sprinted across the base, faster than even Gyoro Gyoro could perceive.
TO BE CONTINUED!