Chapter 23: The time for sorrow is later
Izuku hesitated for a moment at the entrance of the warp gate, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Black Eagle's reassurance echoed in his mind, pushing him forward into the unknown. As he materialized on the other side, the dimly lit atmosphere of a bar greeted him.
A wispy figure made of smoke directed him to take a seat, mentioning that their "young master" was about to share the details of the upcoming attack. Intrigued, Izuku settled into a chair, casting a vigilant gaze across the room. The ambiance of the bar was ominous, with various villains of different ranks scattered about.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the back area. A man in his twenties with blue hair, a black hoodie, and crimson red eyes. His hand obscured part of his face, earning him the rather unconventional moniker 'handjob,' courtesy of Black Eagle's irreverent sense of humor.
The blue-haired man took the center stage, and the bar fell into an expectant hush. "Welcome, everyone," he began, his voice carrying an air of authority. "We have a new face in our midst today. Giran vouched for him, and I believe he might be a valuable addition to our cause."
As the man spoke, Izuku observed the room, noting the mix of expressions on the faces of the assembled villains. Some curious, others skeptical, but all bound by a shared purpose – chaos.
"Now, let's get down to business. Our target is the USJ. The chaos there will be our distraction while we execute a secondary plan." The blue-haired man outlined the details of the attack, revealing a calculated strategy that sent ripples of excitement through the room.
Izuku's mind raced, absorbing the information. This League of Villains seemed organized, their plan intricately crafted. Black Eagle, ever-present in Izuku's thoughts, seemed to revel in the unfolding chaos.
As the meeting progressed, the blue-haired man introduced himself as Shigaraki Tomura, the leader of the League of Villains. The air in the bar thickened with anticipation and a shared understanding that their actions would echo through the world of heroes and villains alike.
In the shadows of the bar, Izuku, now known as Faded, listened intently, his allegiance shifting further into the realm of darkness. The time of sorrow was indeed later, for now, it was the time of reckoning.
The transition through the warp gate was disorienting, but Izuku emerged amidst the chaos of the USJ. The sprawling landscape of the training facility stretched out before him, a battleground waiting to be claimed.
Around him, the newly recruited villains of the League of Villains assumed their positions, a motley crew united by their thirst for disruption and discord. Izuku, now draped in the guise of Faded, felt a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension.
The voice of Black Eagle reverberated in his mind, a stark reminder of his purpose amidst the swirling tumult. "Remember, boy," Black Eagle's words echoed, cutting through the cacophony of the scene, "you stand apart from them. They are merely pawns in a greater game of chaos. Keep your sights set on your true objectives."
Izuku's gaze swept across the USJ, taking in the frantic movements of heroes and the palpable tension that hung in the air like a shroud. His heart thrummed with a mixture of adrenaline and determination, his resolve steeling in the face of the impending clash.
With his metallic skull mask concealing his features, Izuku blended seamlessly into the ranks of the League of Villains, a silent observer amidst the unfolding turmoil. Every movement, every breath, was a testament to his commitment to the shadows, to the path of darkness he had chosen.
As the chaos of battle erupted around him, Izuku felt the weight of his decisions pressing down upon him. He knew that this moment marked a turning point, a decisive step into a world of uncertainty and peril.
But amidst the tumult and the tumultuous dance of heroes and villains, Izuku remained steadfast in his resolve. He would play his part in this symphony of chaos, but his allegiance lay with a darker purpose, a purpose that transcended the fleeting alliances of the present.
With a steady hand and a heart aflame with determination, Izuku embraced his role as Faded, a harbinger of discord in a world teetering on the brink of upheaval. And as the battle raged on, he knew that his journey into darkness had only just begun.