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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Jirou wasn't one to exhibit an unnecessary excessive level of worry. But seeing how her brother has been acting a little off since yesterday...
She couldn't help but wonder what was eating at him. She knew about his current predicament, about the fact how he got kicked out of the UA Highschool after almost two years of attending it.
A little comfort wouldn't help. It has been in his interest to become a legitimate pro-hero and try to contribute a little to society.
She opened her phone, clicking her finger into the messenger application. She needed an input, a guide on how to deal with this.
Izu:
Last online since 09:00 AM
"He hasn't been on since...?!" Jirou squinted her eyes, looking at the time indicator at the edge of her screen and..
It was 5 PM.
She inhaled the air, holding it in her chest, before letting them out, relaxing her muscles. He probably didn't open his phone yet. But knowing him, there's the off chance that he did something stupid.
Fuck. I can't be worrying about two people at the same time. What a pain!
Before she could linger on her thoughts, the doorknob twisted, as the door to her room began to slowly creak. She tilted her head, only to see the sparkling eyes of her brother. With a gloomy, desperate stare, he spoke, "U- um..mind if I..."
Jirou's expression sparkled slightly, "Sure."
He opened the door whole, entering the room, before slowly closing it. Standing straight in front of the door momentarily, he let out a sigh, "Mind if I...talk about something? I need to get it off my chest."
"Mind? You've been acting weird ever since yesterday and refused to speak a word to any of us. Get it off your chest, sit here." Jirou accepted, gesturing for him to sit beside her.
His feet moved slowly, his eyes gazed on the floor. The reflective surface shows his dreary expression.
He slowly bent his knees, settling on the tender mattress of Jirou's bed.
"I take it that things... didn't go well with the UA faculty.." Jirou said, her eyes fixed on him.
"Nah." Kaminari shook his head, "Being expelled over something so trivial isn't something that you would call a pleasant experience. I got bitter, and honestly, I don't know what to do anymore.. Maybe I could be an electrician, but that honestly sucks."
"I might not have it as worse as you, but I did get rejected. Hurts like a bitch, but you know, what happens, it is what it is." Jirou sighed, "You sure you don't have any interest in other careers?"
"Nah. To be frank, that's the only option that I had." Kaminari replied, "I'm not gonna start blaming our parents, though. I understand their concern."
"I'm not on board with their overly protective behaviour. You're old enough to choose your own path, but they're constantly breathing down your necks, telling you what to do, what suits their agenda the best." Jirou exclaimed, "I want to discuss this with them. It's affecting you badly."
"I've come to terms with it, so please, don't bother yourself with that." Kaminari shook his head, "This is about something else entirely."
"What?" Jirou's brow furrowed, "What happened? Did someone hurt you? I'll-"
"Don't jump into conclusions without a basis, sis. I haven't even told you about it." Kaminari interrupted, mildly exasperated.
"Oh, right."
"Have you ever had a friend, an oddly, eccentric one, that even though on the outside seems like an unbearable jerk, but on the inside, is actually a soft-spoken guy with a good heart?" Kaminari asked, with a tone that hints at his turmoil.
"Can't say that I have. What? You got a friend like that back in UA?"
"Yes and no." Kaminari shook his head, "The guy isn't affiliated with UA. If anything, he's an adult."
"An adult?! Are you sure you picked your friends right? What if he's a sexual predator? What if-"
"He risked his life to save me, thrice." Kaminari dropped the twist.
"Risked his life to save you? Denki, what the fuck happened while you weren't with us?" Jirou demanded.
"Monsters attacked me."
"I thought their numbers depleted over the course of a few decades?!" Jirou yelled, "And why weren't the heroes there to protect you?! You could've died! And I would've been-"
"Sis, breathe. I'm fine. See? Not a scratch on me."
"That isn't reassuring! Who's to say that the exact same fucking scenario wouldn't repeat the next time you step out of this house's doorsteps?!" Jirou's fists clenched.
"It's been on my mind lately, but it's better if we don't dwell on it. What matters is, everything turned out for the better." Kaminari spoke.
Jirou wasn't sure if that was convincing. The thought of her brother being mauled while he was out in the street and the sight of his dismembered, mutilated, rotting corpse...
She now could understand where her parents are coming from. This unbridled urge to just pull her brother into her wrapped arms and never let go.
And then...
Who was the guy who saved him?
"The guy who saved you...what was his name?"
"Garou." He stated, "At first, he lied about his name. 'Goro', he said. The most underlying fact of all, is that he's a villain under the Commission's radar."
Now this doesn't sit well with her, "A FUCKING VILLAIN?! YOU WERE HANGING OUT WITH A VILLAIN?!"
"He saved me!"
"Could've been a ploy to exploit you for later purposes!"
"How would you know that?"
"He's a villain."
"Does being a villain equate being a bad person? That's like saying every police officers are pure and incorrupt."
That counter argument settled into Jirou's mind for a bit, seeming to penetrate through every fortress that acts as an catalyst to her prejudice.
"You don't know how I felt when I saw him bleeding all over the place. Standing in front of me, and his determination to risk it all...he didn't seem like a villain. Not at all. I wouldn't even call him a potential monster. He's just...a decent man. A decent man put in the wrong place at the wrong time. The circumstances that he faced altered his mindset, but shrouded inside his psyche, is his kind hearted demeanour." Kaminari exclaimed, both his hands resting all over his forehead, "I should've taken it slowly to explain it to you. It's my bad. Anyone with their right mind would know this is how anyone would react to their literal flesh and blood being close with a villain."
Jirou didn't respond for a while. She looked at the floor, her trail of thoughts blazing the negativity away, "Are you sure you've..made the right judgement, bro?"
"I know it." Kaminari said with utmost confidence.
"Then.. what's eating at your mind? What happened between you two?"
"He's...abducted." Kaminari said, "By a discreet organisation. I was...almost kidnapped as well."
Jirou didn't know if she could take these informations all at once. The fact that her brother was put in harm's way multiple times and she was unaware of it, the thought of it was sickening, and frustrating. She should've been there, at least.
"I don't know where he is. They could be tormenting him right now, and no one's there to save him.. I'm.. I'm scared for him. I'm afraid that he'll lose every trace of the person he used to be. They'll mold him into a true monster and... he'll be gone, forever." Kaminari choked on his words, barely keeping it together. Why was he this melancholic over a man that merely interacted with him for at least three to four times?
Jirou could only watch as his brother try his hardest to suppress the tears that threatened to escape his pupils. She didn't know how to act, of course. It's obvious enough that whoever this 'Garou' is meant a lot to her brother.
She decided to pick up a remote, thinking of a way to distract him from his sadness, "Want to...watch a show or two? I figured you'd need an uplifting media so.."
"S- sure.." Kaminari reluctantly replied, "I can make do with whatever.."
As she pressed the on/off button, the screen clicked, and the light gushed into their eyes.
It was the news channel, and the headline was,
"An ominous tectonic shift has been detected on the heart of Yokohama City, Kamino Ward, and has inevitably caused an insurmountable level of collateral damage that could potentially costs millions."
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...
The atmosphere around them suddenly intensified. Jirou darted her eyes to her brother, and she could see his eyes widening in distress.
Without thinking, Kaminari immediately stood up, and sprinted towards the door.
"Bro, wait!" Jirou followed after him, "Where are you going?!"
Kaminari didn't listen. He fell prey to the impulse within. He only had one place to reach: Kamino Ward, and there isn't a single soul that he'd let to stop him.
Not even those whom he deems as his own flesh and blood.
...
A faint noise awoken him from his slumber. Dim light gradually pierced through his vision, submerging him in the sight of the room he was in. He tried to move his arms, only to find that it's very much chained to the walls, with no means of escape..
There was no wind. No breeze, no shady atmosphere, only the humid air. It felt like he was trapped inside an oven, ready to be served on a platter. He would kill to get out of this place, but then again...
It's not like he could. He was weakened. The poison still had it's dingy, slight effect on his body.
Does he have any hope of achieving it? To become that ominous future, the symbol of terror that brings humanity into an age of absolute terror, that will coerce those who would incite disparity and discrimination into exhibiting an entirely new mindset.
A mindset that could benefit mankind as a whole.
I...
"I can..." Garou said to himself, a twinge of desperation crawling up his nerves, his fists clenched, "I can!"
But he can't.
He was bested by that fucking monster king.
Who's to say that he hasn't gotten stronger by now?
He was utterly laughable in comparison to that damned monster. An inconceivably tiny ant challenging something that was beyond it's capabilities.
But even if he was out of the picture, there was still the biggest hurdle of them all.
All Might.
Him.
The man whom he thought was on the side of the unpopular, who, in his foolishness, left the discriminated to fend for themselves for his own sake. The catalyst for everything's that happened. He isn't, by any means, a true hero.
Garou was wrong. He was always wrong about him.
"I hate him." Garou's muscle tensed, as the walls that the chains attached themselves into starts to crumble, "I fucking despise him!"
I hear you.
Garou's eyes perked up. It's that voice again.
He looked around, only to find nothing.
Your contempt for All Might will bear fruit in due time, as will mine.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Garou screamed to the ceiling, only for nothing to respond back.
At least, not verbally. The chains binding his arms began to loosen itself, decaying by the force of an external factor.
He fell to the ground, at last, free from his chains, "Who...?"
He crawled, still regaining the remaining strength in his body to stand up. He was slowly recovering. Whoever spoke to him, it was the same creature that he saw over a day ago.
He'd look into this later. For now...
Let's just accept whatever that thing is's generosity.
Tidying himself, his legs found the strength to lift themselves up. Feeling like a fresh car, he walked towards the exit door, anticipating for it to be crowded with guards pointing their weapons at him.
Step one, get out of whatever this room is. Step two, find Kaminari Denki, if he's still alive. Step three, demolish this phony Monster Association thing and establish myself as the true threat, and the rest, I'll let my natural instincts take over.
But when he twisted the doorknob, nothing was found outside.
Except for the abundance of monster carcasses littering the floor. Was this the work of the pro-heroes in their attempts to avert the looming crisis?
Gyoro Gyoro did say that the pro-heroes were coming. Were they already here?
Most importantly, would he have the sufficient strength to hunt them down all at once?
The thought itself was exhilarating. He'd prove to them that he wasn't someone to be taken lightly. Their decision to put his case aside, they would sorely regret it.
Stripping himself off his bandages, he hurriedly sprinted across the narrow area. It was more organised in comparison to the area he was in before. If he were to guess, he was in an area much more closer to the surface.
He didn't know why they chose to put him here, though.
But it was still a mess all the same. He wondered if the old man was here..
It was right there then, that he heard a massive eruption from a room that was not very far away from him, along with the vibration it caused.
His lips sprung upwards like a bent steel, baring his exposed teeth. Looks like he wasn't as lost as he thought himself to be.
...
Standing over what remained of the railguns, Bang clapped his hands to wipe the dust off his palm.
"For a moment there, I thought we were fucked." Nana said, dropping the broken piece of the railguns into the ground, "Remind me to get an identification bracelet the next time we go in here."
"There won't be a next time." Bang said in confidence.
"This isn't over yet." Sorahiko pointed at the seemingly mist of darkness ahead of them, "I can hear breathing over there."
"A monster." Bang uttered, when the monster emerged out of the darkness, it's glinting, six red eyes baring into their vision.
A flame bursted from it's mouth, scattering into three directions, as if it was targetting each of the heroes individually.
"GET DOWN!" Bang flipped to the side to dodge the attack, despite the narrow room they were in.
Torino hopped from each side of the room, using his speed quirk to dodge the relentless blastering flame blazing at his vicinity.
He then tapped his right leg into the wall, propelling himself forward to gain momentum, before swinging his foot upward to kick the monster right in it's jawli-
It didn't budge.
"Wha-?!"
"WATCH OUT, SORAHIKO!" Nana came to his aid, using her One For All powered arms to wallop the creature away, sending it sliding across the ground from the explosive force alone.
Bang lept forward, emerging from Nana's backside, before landing in front of her, forming an offensive battle stance as a wave of blue, synergetic aura followed his arm's movements harmonically, "What a troublesome canine. If my brother were here, it would make things a less of a hassle."
The monster let out a steaming breath from it's nostrils, as it began to pick itself up. It began to move it's four feet, picking up the pace as it closed the distance.
Bang's eyes narrowed, seemingly observing the creature.
A three-on-one, eh? He had a feeling that this was never a fair fight..
On their part, anyway. He could sense an overarching power reeling inside of this creature.
The monster sucked in a great deal of the air around it, before releasing another wave of all-consuming flame directed towards them.
Bang motioned his arms in the air, deflecting each of the blasts, and among the smoke, he could see the creature sprinting towards him with the intent to massacre.
Bang's feet pounded across the ground, splashing the puddle of liquid below him. With his other two companions racing behind him, he took this as an opportunity to coordinate their moves properly.
The monster raised it's paw, slamming it downwards towards Bang, to which he reacted by swiping his arm to the right deflecting the trajectory of it's attack.
Nana promptly held onto it's deflected paw, using up all of her quirk to strengthen her body in order to immobilise at least one arm from the creature.
The creature raised another paw to intercept Torino's path, but Bang quickly leaped into his side, deflecting another one of it's paw.
Torino landed on the nearest walls, propelling himself into it, before wrapping his arms around the monster's right paw.
"NOW!" Nana yelled, and Torino immediately knew what she meant. They used up all the strength they could muster to flip the monster upside down from it's initial position.
They barely succeeded.
Bang held his hands in the air, slowly taking a deep breath, before exhaling it, feeling the air around him swirl.
"Awakening Breath..." He muttered, bending both his knees, as the air's movements began to intensify.
He leaped forward, pushing his arm onto his front, putting the force of his power piled up into a single point: His index finger.
"PIERCING FANG!" The power inside him integrated into a destructive force, thrusting the area of that stockpiled power to the front, right to the creature's abdomen.
Before the attack could connect, Nana and Torino let go of the arms they individually held.
The burst of energy encapsulated the area they were in, catapulting the monster away, until it can no longer be seen by the naked eye.
Letting out a relaxed exhalation, Bang landed on the ground graciously. But before he could get the praise, Bang held his hands up in the air, "That beast isn't finished in any way. We should take this opportunity to run before it could find us again."
"W- wait, you're suggesting for us to run?" Nana asked incredulously.
"We would be exhausted if we wasted all of our efforts into a single monster." Bang said, "The rest can be handled by the other pro-heroes..Our only focal interest, is Garou."
"Oh, right." Nana steadied herself, recovering from her battle state.
Bang's attention tilted to the right, sprinting towards it, motioning for both Nana and Torino to follow along, and they did.
Maintaining their focus, they kept their eyes peeled on the unseen corners should they ever be ambushed.
After all, who knows what kind of things that theses damnable monsters are capable of?
That's when things start to go off the rails. They could hear footsteps, and another set of breathing. Breathing that was very much familiar, something that doesn't belong to a monster.
It was pure human.
Nana quickly turned to her rear side, only to find the receiving end of a fist a close second from making contact.
The force alone was enough to send Nana flying away from her initial spot.
"Nana-!" The tip of a foot struck him from the side, sending him through the wall, creating a gaping man-shaped hole that led to several rooms.
"Old man." The assailant uttered, cracking his neck, "Didn't expect to meet you here, in this particular shithole."
"Garou." Bang spoke back.
"Looks like those two are out of the picture." Garou said, stepping to the side, as did Bang, the pattern of their stride encircling around each other, "I was under the assumption that you would relish in my apparent demise."
"Never." Bang uttered, "No matter how defiled your heart is, you are still my student."
"So that's why you were here, then? To 'save' me? Newsflash, old man, I broke out of their cage twice in a row, which in all three, I never needed any outside help." Garou replied.
"Garou.." Bang began, looking at the ground, "I've not been.. the best teacher to you. You could even say that I've neglected you. My first course of action upon first meeting you was to solve it with my fists..but I see that I was misguided. I was riddled with anger, but most of it all, I was...disappointed."
"I get that a lot." Garou snorted.
"Listen to the voice of your heart, Garou," Bang's sincere eyes gazed onto Garou's own, "What does it tell you? Your veiled conscience, I know it's there."
"Wh-"
"Listen to me." Bang's insistent was starting to get on his nerves, "Do it, just this once, for you, for my sake as well. Close your eyes, take a moment to reflect on yourself. Listen to your heart, to your conscience. I know there's good in you, somewhere, but anyone could cross the line. That..is the point of no return."
Garou gave it a bit of a thought, as he closed his eyes. Reminiscing of all the things he has been through..
..
Every inch of it, the good moments he shared with the old man, even with his...negligence, even in his borrowed time, disregarding his duty to spend time with his golden pupil.
It was pleasant, to say the least. Like a soothing river flowing between the raging flames consuming the forest in each side, Garou promptly sat above the settling surface of the water.
The stream captivating him, uplifting him. Beneath the reflective surface, he could see his innocent, childlike self baring his sparkling eyes into Garou's with a smile that he couldn't muster anymore, Garou's heart churned at the sight. It terrified him to a degree. He used to be innocent. So pure-hearted. So..well mannered.
Another pair of arms wrapped itself around the child. A man with an ashen hair, with a woman accompanying him.
He was a happy child.
With a few share of his mild issues, but a happy one nonetheless.
If only they never left.
If only they never put him in a situation where he had to fend for himself, where he had to watch his peers back in school, guffawing and snuggling in their parents arms.
If only...
He was allowed to nurture his good nature, let it grow to a pleasant, good-bearing tree. A harbinger of the life around it.
But he wasn't allowed to.
He was never allowed to grow into a good man.
The reflective surface changed abruptly, as a mist of darkness devoured the child, the scream echoed into nothingness, and when it dispersed..
Another set of bitter eyes stared right back at him.
"You can't fall here." The shadow of himself said, "Scatter the terror around the world."
These very same words.
Unite their hearts.
Yes. It has always been his purpose to straighten this world out.
Unite their resolutions.
A fallible excuse for a civilisation such as this one,
Until this disparity is gone.
Must be imminently corrected.
The flame reached the side of the river, and raced it's way to the center..
Where Garou was seated.
His eyes jolted right back up, returning back to his senses. He could see the old man's concerned look.
"The voice of my heart, hm?" Garou's fists clenched, "You think something as frivolous as a 'conscience' could abolish everything that I've aspired to be ever since I was but a little shit?"
Bang's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, "An ambition to reach for the stars is a commendable desire, but if it destroys the core of who you truly are...then it's an ambition not worth keeping."
"No idea what you're talking about. This is who I am. A monster. A villain. The one who will rise and inevitably become the absolute evil, and plunge humanity into an era of fear." Garou responded back, as the crack began to spread in-between his eyes, "No amount of enlightened platitudes is going to change that, old man. Evil is a concept, it can't be altered."
He was ever-so-close to being the monster he craved to be. The outer shell from his body, which, grew out of him because of his constant encounter with death, began to expand outwardly.
"Evil? Then, who is the kid that held you in such a high regard, even so for as to saying that you're a man worthy of the title 'hero'?" Bang shot back, causing Garou's eyes to broaden like an expanding trench.
Oh. So the old man met him. The brat. He's still alive.
"Where is he?" Garou demanded.
"Somewhere that is out of the Monster Association's reach, that, I can assure you."
Garou froze for a while, before letting off a laugh, "That doesn't change a thing. Honestly, that kid is pitiful. I just wanted him to stop bothering me."
"To the point of risking your life over his welfare?"
"Just drop it." Garou shook his head, "If you want to fight, then come here and beat me to a pulp already."
"Garou-"
"Stop. Shut the fuck up." Garou's feet pounded the ground with each step, "Talk's over."
With his overarching threat, Bang knew he could no longer solve it with a cool head. He hated to do this, but it was necessary to do so.
Nana and Torino returned from their initial state, backing Bang up as they stood by his side.
"It's hard to let this settle in your head, Bang, but even you have to admit that not everything can be solved with words alone." Nana said.
Bang let out a puff, preparing a battle stance, "Maybe so."
One fight to decide the outcome of it all.
...
The floor was tainted with an abundance of blood, severed limbs toppled atop each other.
The downtrodden military advisor of the Monster Association crawled on the floor, desperate to regain his strength, but to no avail. Tatsumaki already gained the upper hand, and always had.
Her psychic powers has always been exponentially above his from the start. An impenetrable barrier that he couldn't overcome.
"I...was laughably nothing compared to you, but must you finish me off..in such an inhumane way?"
"Come off it. It's not like you can feel any of the pain I've inflicted on you..In fact, I can say that you've been playing me from the very beginning." Tatsumaki states, "Meat puppets can't feel pain, can't they?"
...
Oh my.
"Whatever. If these heroes proves to be more of a nuisance than a useful tool, I'll lift this entire base to the surface so I can look for my sister easily." Tatsumaki flinged her finger upwards, "But before that, let me meet the puppeteer."
A body was pulled upwards from the monster's flesh.
"A puppet inside a puppet," Tatsumaki's eyes closed, "But I know I've felt that energy signature before. After all, I used to feel them everyday." Tatsumaki's eyes shimmered with abrupt indignation as they darted to the ground, seemingly detecting something that was residing deep in the underground.
...
A woman with a curvature feature realised that she has been outwitted in her own game. She didn't expect for Tatsumaki to figure her out so soon.
At first glance, these are the words that one would describe her as. Such as unfair, unsportsmanlike, effeminate.
But you could apply the same thing to leaders in general. They have a recurring keen for hiding in plain sight and orchestrating everything on an enclosed, secured place.
Before she could stand up, however, something prevented her limbs from moving. Another set of green aura submerging her body, immobilising her.
She was forcefully pushed from her initial spot, passing through the ceiling, until she reached the area where Tatsumaki was in
...
Flashy Flash lost the track of time ever since Yagi was snatched away from them. Perhaps he's fine, perhaps he isn't. This underground caverns is full of surprises.
"Drop it. He's probably dead." Manako said, her voice full of pessimism, "I didn't think you'd be that concerned for him. You seemed like the type to put your attention to self-preservation more."
Flashy Flash didn't respond. Why would he respond, anyway? It was akin to engaging a full conversation with an idle, lifeless mannequin.
A waste of time.
All that this exotic monster is good for is being a tour guide, and he didn't remember tour guides being this chatty over something that doesn't correlate with their duty.
"Ah, the silent treatment. You know, you've been ignoring me ever since that guy vanished."
He didn't respond still.
"Ah. Whatever. Anyway, we should take the right way." Manako said, and both of them tentatively turned to the right, only to see...
"Yagi?" Flashy Flash uttered, before shouting, "Yagi!"
The person in front of them turned his backs, and, "I've been looking for you everywhere, and you don't strike me for the type to stick out like a sore thumb."
"And I see you've kept the monster around for a little while, at least." Yagi's attention turned to Manako, "Did he try to kill you on certain occasions?"
"No, but he looked like he was tempted to. Multiple times." Manako replied. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine. While Yagi wasn't there, she was susceptible to countless murder attempts.
"You know she doesn't pose a threat, right?" Yagi asked the older hero.
"She's infuriating." Flashy Flash simply replied.
"Ah yes, what a valid reason to attempt unsolicited murder to a harmless monster who looked like she couldn't even handle a mere cat." Yagi sighed, "Let's just go to the designated minecart."
Flashy Flash complied. He decided to save his questions regarding Yagi's survivability for later.
Yagi took a peek to the bottomless, gaping hole at every side of the rail, which the minecart was attached to.
Normally, an average person would be frightened and have their hairs stand on end.
"This sounds like a piece of cake."
"A- a piece of cake?!" Manako yelled, "Make one wrong move and you're done!"
"Stop bawling and get on the thing already." Yagi said as he sat on one of the seats provided.
"Or she could just stay behind and let us experience the thrill on our own." Flashy Flash recommended.
"And lose our means of directions?"
"Frankly I prefer to be lost inside this endless maze rather than to spend another speck of second enduring this creature's unbearable presence." Flashy Flash said.
"...did something stick itself inside your ass and exploded?" Yagi asked incredulously.
"Yes. Her."
Yagi exhaled harshly, gesturing for the both of them to seat, "Get over it, I'm trying to enjoy a ride here."
Flashy Flash begrudgingly agreed, although taking the row where Yagi was seated, leaving Manako to seat all on her own.
Then, that's where the exhilaration started.
Or in Manako's term: An endless ride of horrific experience.
She could feel the world shrinking in her vision as the minecart violently slid downwards into the chasm below, the light emitted above growing thin as they barely reached the dimness below.
The minecart picked up the pace and used the momentum to slid upwards, and back on the track.
"Oh my god, I think I saw my ancestors down there for a brief second." Manako said while panting.
"Stay alert." Flashy Flash ordered, "Doesn't seem like it, but I know some monsters are hiding in every corner of this cavern."
"Yeah, I'll keep on the lookout." Yagi complied.
...
Fubuki saw everything that happened on the surface. Buildings ruined, cars wrecked, and multiple carcasses painting the street with crimson red blood.
Followed by her subordinates, Fubuki tried to reach the director using her phone, and when the other line responded..
"Director, did something happen on the surface?" Fubuki asked.
"We don't know much about it, but the officials confirmed that it was related to a tectonic shift, though the cause is still...indefinite as of this moment." The voice from the other line replied, "The heroes on the surface doesn't seem to be struggling that much, seeing how the enemies that happened only briefly gave them a fight..But we've lost contact with a few heroes that were tasked to engage on the underground, all except for one. Child Emperor managed to secure the hostage, but we're waiting for updates from the other heroes."
"Do you happen to know about that, by any chance?" He asked.
She shook her head, "No. We haven't met anyone, all except for one person."
"And who might that be?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Spill it." Sitch demanded.
"It was...All Might." Fubuki finally spoke.
TO BE CONTINUED!