Chapter eleven: You reap what you Sow
As Izuku walked through the bustling streets, his mind swirled with thoughts of his uncertain future. The weight of his newfound abilities and the darkness lurking within him weighed heavily on his shoulders. Despite his apprehensions, he remained determined to forge his own path, striving to become the hero he aspired to be.
In a dimly lit alley nearby, a woman with frog-like attributes found herself cornered by a group of assailants. Fear flashed in her wide eyes as she clutched her belongings tightly, her heart pounding with dread. The muggers, emboldened by their numbers, closed in on her with malicious intent.
Just as the situation seemed dire, Izuku's innate sense of justice propelled him into action. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he rushed to the woman's aid, determined to make a difference. However, his noble intentions were met with a swift and brutal blow to the head, sending him reeling to the ground in pain and confusion.
As Izuku struggled to regain his bearings, a sinister presence stirred within him. Black Eagle, the dark force that dwelled within his mind, seized the opportunity to assert control over his vulnerable host. With a malicious grin, Black Eagle relished the chance to toy with his unsuspecting prey, reveling in the chaos he wrought.
"You thought you could play the hero, little lamb," Black Eagle's voice echoed in Izuku's mind, dripping with malice. "But you're nothing more than a pawn in my game. Allow me to demonstrate the true extent of my power."
Izuku's body moved of its own accord, every movement guided by the malevolent force that now held sway over him. His eyes glowed with an ominous light as he advanced on the muggers, his once noble intentions twisted into something dark and sinister.
The woman, now witnessing the transformation unfolding before her eyes, recoiled in terror as Izuku's demeanor shifted from that of a savior to that of a harbinger of destruction. With each step, he drew closer to his unsuspecting victims, a silent specter of vengeance poised to unleash untold havoc upon them.
In that fleeting moment, Izuku stood at the crossroads between light and darkness, his fate hanging precariously in the balance. As the echoes of his inner turmoil reverberated through the alley, the stage was set for a confrontation that would shape the course of his destiny.
As the Holy rapier materialized in Black Eagle's grasp, its ethereal glow cast an ominous light in the dim alley, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. The muggers, though initially confident, felt a palpable shift in the atmosphere as the menacing figure before them prepared for a grim performance.
"Well, well... What do we have here?" Black Eagle's voice echoed with an unsettling coldness. A malicious chuckle escaped his lips as he continued, "You know something... Fate and chance, like Yin and Yan, exist to balance each other out. Big things, like storms, disasters, death, and all that are made by fate. But smaller things like this... are all up to chance. And unluckily for you lot... well, lady fortune has decided to turn a blind eye."
The bearded mugger, attempting to mask his unease with bravado, mockingly addressed the enigmatic figure before him. "Oi, kid, why don't you go and get it before you end up dead!"
Black Eagle's smirk deepened, a dark amusement playing across his features. "I was gonna say if you hold your life dearly... you would shut up, but well... seems like you don't."
With an unnerving speed, Black Eagle closed the distance between himself and the bearded mugger. In a single, fluid motion, the Holy rapier sliced through the air, its blade leaving behind a trail of shimmering energy. The mugger's mocking expression turned to one of horror as he felt a searing pain across his neck. A moment later, blood gushed from the gaping wound, staining the alley in a gruesome tableau of violence.
The remaining muggers, now paralyzed with fear, watched as their companion crumpled to the ground. Black Eagle, still wielding the Holy rapier, surveyed the scene with a detached, almost clinical gaze. The once mundane alley had transformed into a stage for a dark performance, orchestrated by the malevolent force that now controlled Izuku's body.
"You see," Black Eagle whispered, his voice carrying an eerie calm, "chance is a fickle mistress. And in this dance of chaos, some are destined to be mere pawns."
The alley remained shrouded in an oppressive silence, broken only by the distant wailing of sirens as the dark figure and his captive audience stood at the crossroads of fate and chance.
Black Eagle's smile deepened as the distant wailing of sirens echoed through the alley, a symphony of impending chaos that seemed to resonate with the villain's dark amusement. The flashing lights drew nearer, a beacon of justice heralding the arrival of those who sought to maintain order in the city.
Turning his attention to the frog-like woman, Black Eagle addressed her with a chilling calmness. "Tell me... your name, miss." The woman, Asui Beru, felt a shiver run down her spine as the enigmatic figure focused on her.
"Asui... Asui Beru," she replied, her voice barely audible, a mere whisper in the shadowy recesses of the alley.
Black Eagle chuckled, the sound carrying an unsettling edge. "You are smarter than most, Asui. Now then, you should get going." He licked his lips, a gesture that seemed more predatory than casual. "I'll be dealing with these... trash cans."
Asui, still gripped by fear, nodded quickly, her wide eyes locked onto Black Eagle. Without uttering another word, she hurried away from the scene, the distant sirens growing louder with each step. The alley remained cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the approaching law enforcement and the unhurried footsteps of the ominous figure standing amidst the shadows.
As the first police cars screeched to a halt, Black Eagle glanced back at the fallen muggers, a malevolent glint in his eyes. The arrival of justice, in the form of uniformed officers, did little to perturb the villain. Instead, he seemed to relish the impending confrontation, his presence casting a foreboding shadow over the scene.
The dance between chaos and order had only just begun, and Black Eagle, with an air of twisted satisfaction, awaited the next steps in this macabre performance.
Black Eagle chuckled, the sinister sound echoing through the night air. With a casual flick of his hand, he dismissed the Holy rapier, watching as it dissipated into ethereal particles before seamlessly returning to his Arsenal. The moon cast an eerie glow upon the cityscape as Black Eagle, inhabiting Izuku's body, prepared to take to the skies.
Leaping high into the air, he effortlessly landed on the nearest rooftop, the impact barely registering on Izuku's enhanced physique. The night became his canvas, and the buildings, his stepping stones. With each graceful leap, he traversed the urban landscape, seamlessly transitioning from one rooftop to another.
The city unfolded beneath him, a sprawling labyrinth of lights and shadows. Black Eagle reveled in the sensation of movement, the wind rushing past as he embraced the freedom of the nocturnal hunt. Izuku's body moved with a feral grace, a vessel now shaped by the unholy alliance with the malevolent force residing within.
From his elevated vantage point, he surveyed the city below, a domain ripe for manipulation and chaos. As he bounded effortlessly across the rooftops, Black Eagle contemplated the intricate web of destinies interwoven in the urban tapestry. The night held limitless possibilities, and he, in Izuku's form, was prepared to exploit them all.
In the distance, the city lights beckoned like a symphony of untold secrets, and with each calculated leap, Black Eagle drew closer to the heart of the metropolis. The night was his playground, and the city, his canvas for the impending masterpiece of malevolence.
Black Eagle's gaze fixated on the newly arrived figure, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. His demand echoed through the night air, a command that brooked no defiance.
"Army, Division, Rank, and name," Black Eagle intoned, his voice carrying an unspoken threat.
The masked man, clad in the formidable 6b45 ratnik body armor, responded with precision. "Army Skull, Division Svyatoslav, Rank Corporal, and name Drahoslav Krejči sir."
Black Eagle turned slightly, offering the corporal a devilish smirk. "Ah, so the NCC has finally landed in Japan, huh?" The words dripped with a mixture of amusement and malevolence. His curiosity sparked, Black Eagle sought more information. "How many?" he inquired, probing for details.
Drahoslav saluted crisply, his movements disciplined. "We are with a small platoon of 20 men, sir. Our superior is still in Siberia, getting the whole division overseas."
Black Eagle absorbed the information, the pieces of his grand plan falling into place. The NCC's presence in Japan was a variable that could be harnessed, a force to be manipulated for his own ends. The revelation only fueled his anticipation for the chaos that lay ahead. The night, already shrouded in darkness, seemed to deepen with the arrival of the NCC's representative.
The alliance between Black Eagle and the NCC promised a symphony of destruction, with Drahoslav Krejči standing at the forefront, unknowingly playing his part in the malevolent crescendo orchestrated by the unholy force inhabiting Izuku's form.