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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The atmosphere of the streets were almost tranquil, save for the fact that the sidewalks were brimmed with pedestrians and some heroes alike, but it was blissful, disregarding that. He had left the dorms for quite a bit, though the day is nearing it's end. Izuku glanced at the edge, seeing that the sun were nearly eclipsed by the ground ahead.
A twinge of uncertainty grilled his mind. The fact that in every second of his day, something dormant is observing from behind the shadows, concealing itself until they found the right time to strike..it shudders him.
His eyes darted unconvincingly into every direction, scanning the environment, his calculative mind consecutively pushed itself to hatch a plan just in case.
After all, he was no more than a few inches from the dorms. Should any danger surfaces itself, he would be the first to take an action. That's not to say that the other students fell in short compared to his strength...
Running sudden errands for the Principal really calls for prudence, if I might say... He thought.
As he stopped in front of a grocery shop, his hands reached for his pockets, looking at his remaining allowance that his mother sent his way from overseas. His heart weighed at the fact alone, that his mother had to sustain him for as long as she did, all by herself, nonetheless.
He exhaled, as he moved forward to enter the shop...
Only to be intercepted by a big, burly man in front of him.
"Looks like we found a sheep outta the barn." The man said, leaning forward, "Ya lost, kiddie?"
Izuku didn't respond, only giving him the cold shoulder.
"Sure, sure, keep up the tough exterior, kiddo." The man chuckled, crouching to his level, "I wonder what's gotten you so uptight to leave the dorms all by yourself?"
"Who are you?" Izuku replied with a simple, short question.
"Gettin' real eager to know each other now, are we?" The man stood over him once again, "Name's Muscular. That sound familiar to you?" He finished while pointing his thumb at his chest.
To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Izuku kept his composure, his hands curling into a fist, "Is that so? I thought you were still incarcerated."
"Turns out, opportunities aren't as scarce as one might think." Muscular replied, "Especially when it comes to the hero industry." He then pulled out a card-
Wait-?!
"Is that...!" Izuku's eyes were glued to the content plastered inside the card.
"Like what you see?" Muscular guffawed a little, folding his card, before returning it to his pocket, "I'm the real deal now."
This has gotten out of hand. A villain, known for his infamy, the innumerable homicides, the blatant disregard for the value of a life, and of course, his recurring keen for finding thrill in the agony of others..
Was assigned the title of something that stood against the very foundation of his character, of his every despicable acts.
Izuku closed his eyes, his lips quirking, "You surprised me for a bit." He brought his fist to the front, "But for future reference," Izuku stomped forward, "you should probably do a little research about the target that you're after. I'm not just any ordinary kid, you know."
"I know!" Muscular laughs, "That's what excites me! Your sheer power is what elicited my passion for a good match!"
Izuku gave him the cold stare, "That's good for you. That means you know what you're in for, and by default," He cocked his fist back, his sparkling pupils tinted with malicious intents, "I don't have to bother myself to hold back."
Without warning, his fist propelled itself forward, hitting Muscular square in his chest, sending him hurling to the sky above.
Izuku followed suit, calculating where the altitude of the villain's trajectory path might land him. As his feet made contact with the ground, he found himself at the center of a forest-like terrain.
He searched around, only to feel a slight presence tucking at him from his rear side. He twisted his body around, using his calf to intercept the attack directed towards him from behind.
He was right on the money.
It was Muscular himself. As he used his calf to deflect the attack, he spun around, before coercing the weight of his body into the villain's shoulder using his fist, staggering him vehemently, as he backed away, his feet slightly trembling.
"Woaaaaahhh!" Muscular gritted his teeth, smirking wryly.
Izuku didn't flinch, neither was he set off by that wretched expression of the villain. Though, he had one thing to say to the villain, and it wasn't pleasant.
As he prepared a stance, he uttered the words that sent shivers down the man's spine,
"Your elimination takes precedence from this point onward."
Muscular let out a roar, "NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" He sprinted forward, wildly swinging at Izuku's direction, aiming for the kill.
To his surprise, Izuku was able to dodge every single one of his attacks with relatively ease.
However...
The more the villain swung, the more the velocity of his attacks accelerated to an extent that he couldn't comprehend.
Izuku couldn't keep up with the incoming attacks, as one of them finally managed to land a hit on him right on his temple.
Chalking up the pain, he rushed forward, aiming his fist at the villain's ribcage, only for the opposing force to intercept his attack by elbowing his forearm, causing an audible rattle to come out of his bone.
Izuku suppressed the urge to let out a yell, retracting his right hand back as his eyes picked up an incoming fist lurching violently against him.
He used his foot to build momentum, launching an uppercut that hit his adversary straight in his jaw, pushing him back just by a little.
Damn...!
Not even a few seconds in and he was already handicapped. But that doesn't matter. He can make do with a slightly injured arm.
He had severely underestimated this man.
What a relapse...
He twisted his neck to the side, generating an audible crack, then bended forward, subsequently charging to the front, and with every step, he culminated all the necessary kinetic force in order to at least put a dent on this man.
He thrusted one of his arms forward, and before the villain could react, Izuku feinted, cancelling the trajectory of his fist, before ducking to the right, jabbing him straight in the left cheek.
Disoriented, the villain aimlessly swept his arms to the left, where Izuku was.
He simply ducked under, tackling Muscular into the ground, before holding onto his legs, spinning him around as the wind swirled around them, ripping the nearby trees from it's root, the branch could be seen dangling as they were forcibly brought by the wind currents to circle the area.
As he let go, the villain found himself ardently sliding across the ground, his skin causing a friction as he passed by.
Using his hands to recover his footings, he flipped around, landing neatly. His teeth bared, his expression fierce as ever, "You little brat...!"
Before he could move, a tree fell over from the sky, pinning him into the ground momentarily.
Blood found itself seeping from the edge of his lips.
From Izuku's side, another tree could be seen tumbling down from the sky, but he quickly caught it with his hand, ripping apart a decent portion of it, managing to concoct a weapon with a sharp point protruding on it's edge.
This kid...
"I can refrain myself from resorting to undesirable acts, under one condition." Izuku stepped forward, his fierce gaze never leaving the villain, "What is your motive, exactly?"
"Ya think you're in the position to make demands?!" Muscular pushed himself out of the pinning tree above him, "Don't think you've gained the leverage yet! That was just a lucky shot! I'm just warming up as we speak!"
Izuku sneered at him, "You look miserable, and by all means, are in no condition to proceed with the brawl. Unless you want to be stripped off of your life, I suggest you to fall back."
Muscular, instead of being deterred, openly accepted the challenge with open arms, "I won't back down from a fight, especially not to runts like you!"
"Fine by me." Izuku tossed his weapon in the air as he walked forward. When it landed on his hand, he added, "I will savor the path to your imminent demise very thoroughly."
After all...
Monsters like him don't deserve the slightest taste of a good, enriching life.
...
Garou tapped his foot against the ground impatiently, receiving the nervous looks from the students,
Well,
Safe for that kid with the blond, spiky hair. What's his name again? Baka? He didn't take it well when he found out that the literal Hero Hunter was walking in the same grounds as he does, neither does the rest of the students, but they were not being upfront about it for some reason. But receiving those looks of uneasiness were enough to tell Garou that they weren't exactly comfortable with his presence.
His reputation's a chore to deal with after the whole thing was over.
"Garou." Came the voice of his mentor, "You should drop that act. You're scaring the kids."
"If they weren't so lenient to let one of their students go in the middle of the dark, then maybe I would've considered it." Garou harshly replied, "Where did you say he was going again?" He asked one of them.
Uraraka was the first to answer, "Um..he was going to the grocery shop at Takeio Street, just east from here. It's surprisingly close to where we are now."
Garou huffed, "Well, whatever. I'll fetch him and bring him back here."
"The fuck is your business with Deku, anyway?" Bakugo decided to be upfront.
"I'm saving his neck, idiot." Garou blurted out, "Thanks to your fucking leniency as the supposed class rep, that kid is at the risk of being abducted."
"ABDUCTED?!" All the students screamed.
"Pipe down." Garou tried to silence them, "We didn't get permission to enter this dorm. If we got caught, we're as good as dead."
Bang stifled a laughter, "As if they can handle our combined might."
"Wait," Bakugo frowned, "You telling me that you snuck in here?"
"Yeah? It's to save your asses, so don't bother with the trust issue now." Garou waved him away dismissively, "We don't know when, but a couple of people are coming here to abduct all of you. The principal probably led Izuku away because he was the strongest on the board, and I can see where he's going with this."
He then walked away, "The former principal will stay with you for the time being while I go fetch Izuku. Stay put."
Every single one of the students tried to process this in their heads.
"The principal..?"
"Abduction..?"
"Old man," Bakugo clenched his jaw, calling after the former principal, "I suppose you have a thorough explanation about...whatever this is?!"
Bang took a deep breath, before saying, "The Hero Public Safety Commission is after you all."
"HUH?!"
"That's indeed true. They're looking to take you all captive in order to expand their manpower." Bang explained, "And the principal is somehow involved. I knew I should've never handed the position over to him so easily.."
Bakugo was jeered by that information, "Why didn't you report it to the authorities, then?"
"Young Bakugo, you can't simply thwart an organisation as grand as that by merely reporting it to the police." Bang countered, "Their power is immense, and they have a massive influence, even in the political world."
"That's right."
Bang's alert sense heightened as his ear picked up the voice. He turned around, only to see a couple of cloaked figure with each of them wielding a blade in their hands.
"You should listen to him, brats." One of them landed on the ground, spinning his blade around as he prepared a stance, "Not like that would matter in the long run anyway."
Bang kept himself resolute, sliding his feet backward, the blue energy around him adhering to his line of movements, "They're here." He said to the students behind him.
However, one thing lingered at the back of his mind.
I know they're ninjas, but...
Why did they remind him of Flashy Flash and Speed O' Sound Sonic?
...
Frenzy ensued in the forest, as both the combatants ruthlessly traded their fists against each other, causing a shockwave that rippled the landscape around them, leaving them in tatters.
A crater began to gradually form, the charred debris thrown around in the air as their fists collided against each other even more.
Izuku pulled his weapon back, as he swung it to the front afterwards. Muscular tentatively evaded the attack, albeit barely, "I didn't know you were this ruthless!" He praised as he wiped the blood from his lips.
Izuku kept silent, however, as he persisted to throw around attacks that could be considered as lethal.
He leaped forward, putting the force of his weight into the handle of the weapon, slamming it against the villain's skull while he was distracted.
An eerie pop could be heard, indicating the crevice inflicted on his skull by Izuku's attack. He continued the onslaught, relentlessly utilising his speed, continuously hitting the villain right in his head with the handle of his weapon.
Seeing that his focus was distorted enough, he rushed forward, aiming for the killing blow...
Only for Muscular to expand the muscle in his chest area using his quirk, causing the weapon to shatter on contact.
Izuku jumped back by the sudden enlargement of the muscle mass in the villain's chest, trying to gain some distance.
"Aw man," Muscular exhaled in exasperation, "Now you've went and done it."
Muscular squatted, as multiple fibers of muscle stretched from his body, "You seriously are thinking of disposing me? I know I came in knowing what I was getting into, but I didn't know you had this side on ya."
Izuku glared at him, as he began again, "I've seen what you are capable of, what lengths you would go to in order to satiate your lust for blood, and that..I can't let that continue on by letting you live."
"Who are ya to judge anyway?" Muscular spat out, "'S not like you're doing anything different anyway. Difference being you're doing it for the, 'right', reasons, but what is 'right' anyway? Some petty rule conjured by the highest figure in the hierarchy? Nifty morals that has no basis other than the volatile emotions of the weak?"
"What are you trying to say?" Izuku demanded, locking his feet, as he prepared to propel himself forward once again.
Muscular chuckled, "Nothin', just rambling what I had in mind. I've lost all my sense of morals a long time ago, kiddo. But you know that I'm right. Humans are not absolute. They only made it so when they reached the top of the food chain and made this world their domain, and abiding by that, their rules aren't absolute either."
This man...
Izuku's fingers twitched, his muscles contracted, as he bent forward, "You truly are a monster."
He propelled himself forward, his feet barely brushing against the ground.
He was ready.
So ready.
Adversaries of justice, they truly deserve the worst of the worst, and he is no exception.
But before he could attack...
An image of a certain someone flashed in his eyes.
Tainted ground with black rain covering the surface...
Blood smearing over the floor, and above it, is it's lifeless vessel...
Standing over the horizon...
Is a heartbroken man holding a heart in his palm.
He stopped short, using his feet to prevent himself from mobilising even further.
No..
Had he..
No...
This isn't...
"What's wrong?" Muscular interjected, "Lost your wits already? Don't tell me you don't have the guts to finish the job? Or rather, die trying to, anyways? I got a lot of stuff that I haven't shown you yet, but let's not get too eager. I'll give you one more freebie."
Izuku stayed silent, his figure unmoving.
"Got caught up in the moment, I guess." Muscular lamented, "You're no fun. What's wrong? Come here and fight!"
Izuku's expression softened just a little, as he prepared another stance, and without a word, he sprinted forward, and launched another hit...
But..
His fist didn't even push the man's face. Not even in the slightest, not even a single inch.
"Ho?" Muscular pushed the boy's fist with his cheeks, "What's up with that? The hell happened to the output behind your punches?!"
Izuku grunted, before charging another attack-
Only for the villain to thwart it by catching his arm with his palm, before twisting it, slowly, and surely.
"Man, you're even weaker than before," Muscular's brows lowered, "Now don't go around spoiling my fun like that. What happened to that feisty beast earlier?"
Izuku tried to break free, only to find that his struggles were rendered obsolete.
"You're not even talking anymore," Muscular leaned forward, "Don't tell me, your resolute attitude wavered?"
Izuku clicked his tongue, not answering the opposing force.
It grew to his ire.
Why is this boy not speaking or trying at all?!
"NOW YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!" Muscular backhanded the boy into the floor, followed by a constant barrage of ruthless attacks directed towards the boy's head.
Blood began to drip from the very top of his forehead, consciousness slipping out of his mind.
Another attack, he endured.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Another followed, until his head rung very loudly, the environment around him not registering to his senses.
Se..
Sensei..
I'm sorry...
"If you're not even trying your best to entertain me," Muscular cocked his fist back, preparing for the final blow, "I'm gonna blow that head out of the sockets, and have your remains incinerated by the end of this."
"Sorry, bud, not gonna happen." A newcomer's voice could be heard from behind.
Muscular quickly turned around, intending to turn whoever's behind him into a charred mush...
Only for the assailant to take the hit head on, his hands flowing to the left, into the direction of the villain's head..
And those blue energy-?!
Before he can comprehend what was going on, he was sent catapulting through nearby trees, till the smoke obstructed his view.
Izuku, barely hanging onto the thread, saw a glimpse of his saviour.
A man with a V-shaped white hair, a pair of tai-chi slippers, a white baggy pants, and of course, that recognisable black shirt.
It was...
"Yo." Garou waved his hand in the air, "Stay there, this will be over quick." He cracked his knuckles, before going into a fighting stance, blue energy cohering with his movements.
...
Aizawa can barely see the room that he was kept captive in. Has it been a few days? He tried to escape, but none of his endavours seems to bear fruit either.
His students..
Shit.
He wiggled the chains around, trying to pray to whatever holy beings out there that they'd give him an absurd amount of luck and let him escape.
Then,
A dim light came through the gaps of the door ahead him. Someone was standing in front of the door.
Kishimoto...
Is he here to gloat over him again? Or to give him another pointless inquiry about the new hero organisation? Either way, he isn't going to humor him.
An upsurge of contempt waved through him as the person of interest took a step forward.
"Kishimoto," Aizawa said with utter disdain, "If this is another one of your pointless theatrics, I suggest you to keep it short and simpl-"
"Aizawa," He interrupted, almost as if he had..something urgent to say.
That was the case, however.
"I need your help." Kishimoto said, "And I'm not going to take a no for an answer.".
Aizawa's eyes stretched wide, his mouth left agape as he processed the request...
"What?"