Chapter 24-Beginning of Internships (And much more)
Now that the girls have allocated to their 'desired' internships, it will be the beginning of their real world experience of Tokyo. But something tells me that some of them may experience more than they bargained for, too early in fact.
Chapter 24-Beginning of Internships (And much more)
-Nezu's Office-
Out of the office of Principal Nezu, he was conducting a meeting with three particular students on a very serious matter. "WHAT THE HECK!" It did not seem to be going on the right foot.
The Powerpuff Girls were brought to the chimera's office to discuss a matter pertaining to the upcoming hero internships. Principal Nezu wanted to share some of his ideas with the girls. The girls sat across from the principal as he held some freshly steeped tea he had made for them. Bubbles was happy to try out the tea, being that it was from an adorable, cuddly creature. While Blossom tried to defuse the rising temper of her sister, Buttercup.
"Is there something you don't understand from what I said, Buttercup?" he asked curiously.
"You got that right, pal!" she grumbled. But before she could say anything else, Blossom, being the voice of reason, spoke up. "What Buttercup is trying to say is that we might not really understand what you have proposed very well. I, for one, would appreciate it if you would repeat what you have said, sir," she calmly stated.
"Ah, I see," he said before taking another sip of his tea. "Very well then, I shall gladly repeat what I said." He gently placed his cup down.
"You see, girls, I have been keeping a close eye on you three ever since the entrance exams. I can honestly say that I am impressed with your performance and power level." That gathered some proud smiles, cooling Buttercup's temper. "However, I have noticed that like any of my students, you do have your own weaknesses and problems that seem to be holding you back. As such, I wanted to bring it up to you three and see if you don't already know. If you are aware of it, then my next step would help in remedying it," he said calmly.
The girls turned to face each other, wondering where this could lead. "Now girls, I understand that you are all still adjusting to this world, given the slight differences in the way we do things compared to your world, I'm sure. But I must ask that you trust me on this matter, as it would help you improve," he said, giving them a small smile.
"Okay, sir," they said in unison.
His smile grew just a tad bigger. "Excellent. Now, in the beginning, I did mention that we should keep your identities a secret. It's best to avoid stirring controversy or drawing the wrong sets of people to a matter that need not be public. The very idea of three girls with 'special' powers might cause confusion and attract unwanted attention."
"Sheesh, don't we know," Buttercup replied.
He nodded. "Very true. But due to the recent stir at the Sports Festival…" That made the girls look a little sheepish. "…it seems that the public has taken a certain interest in the three of you, albeit with different reactions. That being said, aside from each of your rather 'flashy' performances, the Pros have not really seen your abilities as something to fear or question. We have many other students who have performed just as admirably," he said.
That made the girls both glad that they wouldn't be closely watched and kind of hurt their egos that they were viewed as small fish in the barrel; not that they would admit it.
"Now, let's not drift off topic. I brought you girls in, as promised, to advise you on the internships that I believe would be the best fit for you," he gestured to the pieces of paper in the girls' possession. "These forms have narrowed down the choices to one. They are nothing new, as you've already seen the listed heroes, but I have taken the liberty to properly assess the candidates and choose the ones that would benefit you girls."
"Yeah, I get that, pal. What I don't get is why I have to work with the FREAKING GRANNY!" Buttercup addressed the issue. Before Nezu could speak, Recovery Girl, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, chimed in.
"Well, young lady," she retorted sharply, "I approached Principal Nezu about being your mentor for this internship. There is still more you can learn, and I intend to teach you that."
"Oh great, while these two go off and probably learn to whoop butt, I will be here with Granny, reading some dumb boo-OW!" Recovery Girl whacked the girl's leg with her injection cane.
"Don't get smart with me, little girl. I may not look it, but I have ways to mentor kids like you, other than with 'dumb books' as you've said," the scene made the other two girls stifle their laughter, much to Buttercup's glare.
"Um, Mr. Nezu," Blossom did her best to stifle her laughter, "Though we appreciate what you are doing, I just wonder, doesn't this feel unfair to our other classmates, seeing that the Principal of all people is showing such favoritism?" she inquired.
"I see your point, Miss Blossom, but I am merely taking an active role in my students' academic lives where it seems fit. I can assure you that I only want to make sure that no unwanted disaster comes from either side," he said, unaware of the girls' unlucky history, "And besides, it would be entertaining to watch how this little game plays out," he said with a toothy grin that quite honestly made the two girls a little uneasy.
"Right…" Buttercup trailed off, glancing back at her sisters.
There was a slurping sound that made Blossom and Buttercup turn to stare at Bubbles, as she finished off her tea.
"Oh sir, may I have more, please?" she asked cheerily. "Certainly!" he obliged with a chuckle as he poured more tea.
"Honestly…sometimes I worry about her," Buttercup whispered bluntly, to which Blossom could only sigh.
The next several days went by in a flash for the majority of the students. With most of the classes focusing on internships the students didn't have much else to work on. Most of the chatter among students was where they were going and what they were most excited for. Of course, another talk of the school was the girl from class 1-A who made it all over the news.
And then it came… the day they went for their internships.
-Train Station near U.A.-
The entire class gathered at the train station with their hero costume boxes in tow. Aizawa glanced down at his phone before turning back to the students before him. "Alright, starting today, all of you will be heading out to the agencies you have chosen. Use this week to learn how to improve yourselves."
"Yeah!" Mina raised her case over her head with a bright smile.
"It's 'Yes, sir,' Ashido. Don't forget that," Aizawa stated flatly, eyeing his student.
"Yes, sir," Mina pouted at the dampening of her enthusiasm.
"Make sure you mind your manners during your internships with the other heroes!" Aizawa briefly spoke, his tone less than enthusiastic but stern. "I expect to see big differences in all of you when you return after this week. Now go," he motioned towards the platforms and watched as the teens split up.
"That goes for you too, Miss Kayama. Whether it's healing or not," he addressed Buttercup before walking away. Buttercup was already in a sour mood, which only added a bitter taste to it. Blossom and Bubbles came over.
"Oh, don't worry, Buttercup. I'm sure you will learn a lot over the week," Blossom reasoned.
"Yeah. It's even great that you will at least be close to home," Bubbles added.
"Yeah, yeah," she sighed. "Oh well, just make sure you two don't get your butts kicked by these guys, got it," she firmly told them, but there was no bite to it, just underlying concern.
"Agreed," the two sisters responded.
"Good," Buttercup said, she then looked past them, catching the scene with Izuku, Uraraka, and Tenya. She could not hear what they were saying, but understood that it was not good. "You also have a bad feeling about what Iida is doing, also?" Bubbles asked what Buttercup was thinking.
She nodded. "I wish one of us would tail him, make sure he's okay," Bubbles said in concern.
"Maybe, if time permits, I could find out how he is doing. I have his number from the class roster, and I can see if he might need a chat," Blossom offered.
"That's a great idea, Blossom," Bubbles happily said. "Wouldn't hurt a shot. Welp, better get going you two, the train is about to leave," Buttercup pointed out.
"Oh, yeah! I better find Koda," as she said that, she turned to leave, but not before pulling her sisters into a goodbye hug. "See you later, girls!" she cheerily said, running to her train cart. They both loudly said 'bye' as she went off.
Blossom turned to Buttercup. "All the best, Buttercup. Don't cause too much trouble before we get back," she teasingly said, which was met with an eye roll from her sister.
As she watched her sisters depart, Buttercup was interrupted by the voice of the R-rated hero: Midnight. "You ready to go, young lady?" Recovery Girl asked Midnight, offering a comforting smile.
Buttercup could only sigh. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she replied, resigned to the prospect of a tedious week ahead as she followed the adult hero, already bracing herself for the impending boredom.
Blossom sat quietly as her train bounced along the tracks. She was a little nervous; although she had researched the agency, she couldn't believe she was going in alone. Nezu had pointed out her slight shortcomings, and although she understood, if she wanted to move past the fear inside herself, she knew she had to take this seriously. Listening to the intercom, she took a deep breath and sat straight as the train slowly came to her stop. She walked out through the door onto the new station platform, looking up at the tall buildings around her. "This is it…" she whispered to herself and walked forward, heading to her intended destination.
-Edgeshot Hero Agency-
Once past the lobby, she rode the elevator up to Edgeshot's office, holding the briefcase containing her costume. Blossom had read about this particular hero, and she knew she couldn't let her guard down. 'What does he have in store for me?' she thought to herself as she neared her stop. Right as the elevator doors opened, she was met by a barrage of shuriken. Blossom threw herself to one side to dodge. When she tried to press the 'close button', she realized it wouldn't work. She took a deep breath and exhaled her ice breath into the room, causing whoever was attacking to back away. She then rushed out, her hands aglow, and her mind on high alert.
As Blossom stood amidst the chaos, her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She focused on her surroundings, her mind racing to anticipate the next move. The attacker, masked and agile, darted forward with lightning speed, their movements a blur as they closed in on her. Blossom's reflexes kicked in, and she moved with practiced agility, dodging their attacks and countering with her own telekinetic strikes. Each movement was calculated, her mind working in tandem with her body as she sought to gain the upper hand.
Something fast and thin struck at her blind side. She shook off the fading pain, summoning the shurikens from the elevator walls and using them to her advantage. She shrouded them in her pink glow, counting five in total. When she heard the attacker coming back, she made the attacker's weapons work for her. She tossed one of the stars at high speed, causing whoever it was to change direction. As the attacker lunged forward again, Blossom saw an opening. With a swift motion, she directed the shurikens toward her assailant, creating a barrier of swirling blades that forced them to change their approach.
But the attacker was relentless, their movements fluid and unpredictable. Blossom knew she needed to act fast if she was going to turn the tide of the battle in her favor. She unleashed a barrage of telekinetic strikes, aiming to incapacitate her opponent and gain the upper hand. When she raised her hands again, the attacker swatted her hands away. They aimed another chop, but she quickly ducked, did a backflip when they made an attempt to kick her. She was now in a close combat scene, and she did her best to bob and weave, analyzing the attacker's moves. When they went to throw another punch, she took the opportunity to duck once again and sent a glowing punch into the person's gut, sending them back.
"Alright, that's enough," she said, sending her telekinetic force that finally immobilized the assailant's body in a tight pink glow. She walked over to the figure and was confused to find a dummy.
"Very good, a strategist you are," a voice from behind her praised as he made his way over to her. Blossom whipped around to look at the person that had snuck up on her. He was a slim, muscular man who stood at roughly 170cm in height. He had gray hair shaped into three sharp points that covered the right side of his face and dark gray eyes. He wore a mask over his lower face, covering both his nose and mouth.
The man's hero costume adopted the appearance of a traditional ninja. With a blue mask that covered his mouth, tied at the back of his head with red yarn. A red shinobi shozoku beneath a blue robe, and both arms were covered in a thin, dark cloth that was tucked into his white forearm sleeves. There were red straps attached to his belt and his robe that extended downward. He also had a gold mask attached to his shoulder and sported a signature red scarf that featured a white patch attached to the front of it. The costume was completed with blue socks and yellow zori sandals.
"You're Edgeshot, I presume," Blossom calmly said, despite the adrenaline still reeling from seeing the Number Five Pro Hero for the first time in person.
"Yes," Edgeshot nodded to his interns. "I must say, you did well. Most panic when suddenly attacked. You made the sensible decision to try to escape first, but when that option was unavailable, your tactics to subdue your attacker were excellent."
"That's a training dummy, isn't it?" she pointed to the downed 'attacker' in the corner.
"Indeed, it is," Edgeshot nodded as he moved his left hand from behind his back to show them the five thin strings that he'd transformed his fingers into with his Quirk. "My Kugutsu no Jutsu (Puppet Technique) is one I don't often use in the field, but it's very good for training."
"A very interesting Quirk?" Blossom thoughtfully said, as she looked between the dummy and the Pro Hero's transformed hand.
He nodded, "Yours is also quite remarkable. You seem to possess two Quirks and make proficient work of both of them," Edgeshot said with interest. "Nezu did tell me that you are special, quite frankly, I was thinking he was exaggerating. But seeing your level-headed approach to one of my minor attacks, I can see where he was coming from," Blossom felt a sense of pride hearing that.
"I believe that Nezu also told you to train me, according to what you make of my weaknesses?" Blossom inquired.
"Yes, but for now, I'll give you a quick tour of the office, you'll meet the staff that keeps the place running efficiently, and then you'll be shown to your room for the duration of your stay," turning to lead the way.
"I look forward to working with you, sir," she politely said. Then suddenly he stopped to address her again.
"I see a great amount of potential in you," Edgeshot nodded to Blossom. "And hopefully, your potential will be recognized by those who truly understand its value."
His words lingered in the air, carrying an undertone of mystery and foreboding. Blossom couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized, as if Edgeshot's gaze penetrated deeper than mere observation.
"Perhaps one day," he continued, his voice low and cryptic, "you will find yourself in a position where your talents are needed on a larger scale. The hero world has a way of seeking out those with extraordinary abilities."
With that enigmatic remark, Edgeshot turned away, leaving Blossom to ponder the hidden implications of his words. As she watched him disappear into the shadows, a sense of unease settled over her, the realization reminding her that her and her sisters' journey here was not going to be easy.
Midoriya, being the overthinker he was, had planned out multiple scenarios of how his meeting with All Might's teacher was going to go. He expected a beast, remembering how fearful his mentor was acting when he first presented the man's offer to intern under him. But reality sometimes overshadows our expectations.
"Who are you again?" Gran Torino happily asked.
"I'm Midoriya!" Izuku frowned in confusion at the man's question, still lost in thought, wondering why Gran Torino seemed to switch between being senile, strict, and then back and focused every ten seconds. But he knew this man must certainly be strong; he wouldn't have been All Might's mentor otherwise. Izuku took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Show me your stuff, kid," that instantly brought Izuku's mind back to his present situation.
He watched as Gran Torino moved with incredible speed, darting around the room like a blur. Izuku's eyes widened in shock and amazement as he struggled to keep up with the old hero's movements.
Gran Torino stopped abruptly in front of Izuku, his expression serious despite the playful twinkle in his eyes.
"Alright, kid, let's see what you're made of," he said, his voice firm and commanding. Izuku quickly got over his initial shock and had a determined look to him. "Right."
Izuku immediately went to change into his new and improved hero suit, compliments of his friend Bubbles' ideas and the support class' insistence on the matter. It was a forest green bodysuit, with reinforced protection for his chest, back, arms, and legs. There were additional, subtle armor additions made of Kevlar, along with polycarbonate plates that were lightweight yet strong enough to stop small arms and rifle fire. He had a bright red utility belt with multiple pouches, and his favorite red shoes were covered with metal plates to reinforce them too. Over his lower face, he had a solid metal guard that also had a functioning re-breather system in case of gas attacks.
"Well, kid, nice duds. I wonder if you were just waiting to model this," the old man chuckled. Izuku felt a wave of nerves wash over him as he searched for the right response.
"Gotcha," Izuku thought, recognizing Gran Torino's moment to attack. Sure enough, the old hero lunged at him with blinding speed. Izuku reacted instinctively, narrowly dodging the oncoming assault. Gran Torino's momentum carried him crashing into the wall above the door, leaving a noticeable dent in its wake.
"My, you think fast, kid," Gran Torino remarked with a smirk. "Now, enough playing around! Show me what I saw on TV was not just a fluke!"
Izuku straightened into a ready stance, his nerves still present but overridden by his determination to prove himself. With a deep breath, he focused on the task at hand, ready to demonstrate his abilities to the legendary hero before him.
-Genius Hero Office ~ Tokyo-
"To be honest, I'm not a fan of yours." Best Jeanist spoke to his newest intern. The current Number Four Pro Hero was a tall, slim man with a rather long neck, and dark, heavily-lashed eyes which appeared to tilt slightly inwards. He had rather long blond hair which he had combed drastically to the left, covering his left eye. His hero costume consisted of a pair of jeans, a denim waistcoat with two large breast pockets, and a denim dress shirt with a very high collar which covered his face up to just below his nose. He wears two belts, one around his collar and one around his waist, and short dark brown boots with thick gray shafts and soles.
"Huh?" Bakugo barely resisted the urge to glare at the Pro Hero.
"I imagine that the only reason you chose my Agency…was because I'm one of the Top Five most popular Heroes, right?" Best Jeanist easily deduced why Bakugo had accepted his internship offer.
"But you're the one that sent the offer…" Bakugo was glaring now and he had a snarl forming at the dismissive tone.
"Yes! Because all I've had lately are little do-gooders." Best Jeanist pointed at Bakugo. "But you're the first in a long time who is a bit more ferocious." He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and made sure to sweep it to the left. "Part of my job as a Hero is to reform people like you." Best Jeanist took out a comb from his left breast pocket, holding it up while giving Bakugo a serious look. "Heroes and Villains are two sides of the same coin. I can see it in that glare of yours." Bakugo felt his eye twitch at the remark. "So, let's start by answering this, what is it that really makes someone a Hero?"
'I didn't come here to be lectured, damn it!' Bakugo raged in his mind at how the first day of his internship was going.
Across Tokyo, in the Hosu district, Tenya walked down the street in his hero costume, trailing behind his chosen pro, Manual. The young hero in blue turned and smiled at the teen following him.
"So, after we finish patrols in this district, we'll head east and see if anything else shows up," Manual explained to the intern.
Tenya nodded slightly as he scanned the area. "I understand. So, you walk the streets on patrol and look for crimes," he responded.
"Well, not just crimes. Being a hero means anyone could need assistance," Manual added as he glanced ahead. "I have to say, I'm surprised you chose my agency. I assumed you must have received some very impressive offers other than mine."
"It seemed like a good option for me," Tenya replied, averting his gaze from his fabricated response. "I appreciate you giving me this opportunity." His eyes darted between buildings, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man he was searching for.
Manual paused, hesitant to voice his thoughts. "You came here for the Hero Killer, didn't you?"
Tenya's heart skipped a beat at the question, his shock evident even behind his helmet. "Wh-what? What do you mean by that—"
"Hey, I understand…" Manual interrupted, exhaling heavily as he turned to face the taller student. "I heard what happened to your brother, and I would understand why you would be upset. It's… kind of obvious why you would want to come to this city after what happened. But… I will warn you now that a hero should never use his power for personal vengeance."
Tenya sat in silence as Manual continued speaking, explaining the principles of heroism, the significance of hero licenses, and the importance of using one's quirk responsibly in public. However, despite Manual's wise words, they seemed to pass through Tenya without leaving an impression. His mind remained fixed on one singular goal—to find the man responsible for his brother's plight and bring him to justice.
After Manual concluded his advice, Tenya stood upright and bowed respectfully to the hero he was interning under. "I understand, sir. I will do my best to follow your teachings," he said, his tone respectful but his resolve unyielding.
Manual offered a small smile and ruffled Tenya's head. "Well, under normal circumstances, I probably would have rejected your choice to come here. But with the recent events and the influx of heroes in Hosu, I'm confident that the villain will be brought to justice soon."
The two continued on their patrol in silence, but Tenya was facing an internal grudge within himself. 'I am sorry Manual, but I don't know what to do with this burning rage inside me. I have to seek my own justice if I am to avenge my brother.'
In the heart of the city, within an undisclosed apartment building hidden amidst the labyrinth of towering skyscrapers, HIM lounged in his darkened abode. The room exuded an aura of opulence shrouded in shadows, a paradoxical blend of luxury and darkness. Deep crimson drapes adorned the windows, casting eerie shadows that danced across the polished marble floor. The walls, painted a deep onyx hue, were adorned with twisted artwork depicting scenes of chaos and despair.
HIM reclined in a plush armchair, swirling a glass of blood-red wine between his clawed fingers. His eyes glowed with malevolent delight as he sensed a familiar presence approaching—a presence that promised intrigue and challenge.
As the door creaked open, HIM's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Ah, Hero Killer, how delightful of you to join me," he purred, his voice dripping with honeyed deceit. "Do come in and make yourself comfortable."
Stain stepped into the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed upon HIM with a mixture of distrust and contempt. He refused to acknowledge the hospitality extended to him, his focus solely on the enigmatic figure before him.
"I have no interest in your hospitality, Mr. X," Stain retorted, his tone sharp with disdain. "I am here for the answers I seek, nothing more."
HIM chuckled darkly, unfazed by Stain's hostility. "Ah, but answers are my specialty, Hero Killer," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "Ask your questions, and I shall do my best to satisfy your curiosity."
Stain's grip tightened on the hilt of his blade, his eyes narrowing as he studied the photographs laid out before him. "Who are these girls?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency. "And what significance do they hold in your twisted machinations?"
HIM's eyes gleamed with delight, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Ah, the girls," he mused, his voice tinged with malice. "They are but pawns in a game much larger than you can imagine, Hero Killer. Pawns with the potential to surpass even the legendary All Might."
Stain's brow furrowed in anger, his convictions challenged by HIM's audacious claim. "No one is equal to All Might," he spat, his voice tinged with righteous fury. "He is the embodiment of true heroism, unmatched by any other."
HIM's grin widened, his eyes alight with sadistic glee. "Ah, but I never said they were equal to All Might," he replied, his words dripping with venomous intent. "Only that they have the potential to be... better."
With a roar of rage, Stain lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at HIM's heart. But to his shock and dismay, HIM vanished into thin air, leaving Stain to stumble forward, his blade slicing through nothing but empty space.
"Such a shame, Hero Killer," HIM's voice echoed mockingly from behind. "It seems you've missed your mark once again. But fear not, for our game has only just begun."
Stain whirled around, his eyes ablaze with fury as he searched for his elusive foe. But HIM was nowhere to be found, his laughter lingering like a sinister echo in the darkness.
As Stain stood alone in the shadowy confines of HIM's apartment, he knew that the battle had only just begun—a battle against an enemy far more cunning and treacherous than he could have ever imagined. And with each passing moment, the shadows of deception grew ever darker, threatening to consume them both in their relentless pursuit of power and control.
As Stain turned around, his demand for answers echoed through the dimly lit apartment, his voice a venomous hiss in the air. HIM's grin only widened, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his intricate plans unfolded before him like a macabre dance of shadows.
"Answers, you seek?" HIM replied, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Oh, how delightful. But do you truly believe you are worthy of such knowledge, Hero Killer?"
Stain's jaw clenched, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He despised HIM's coy demeanor, the way he reveled in the chaos he wrought.
HIM's clawed hand rose, fingers curling as flames erupted from his palm, casting an eerie glow across the room. Stain's lip curled in disgust at the display of power, his disdain for HIM's theatrics evident in his steely gaze.
From the swirling inferno emerged a twisted creature, its grotesque form contorted with malice. Stain recoiled in horror, his disgust palpable as he regarded the abomination before him. HIM's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Stain's spine. "Meet my pet," he said with a wicked grin, his tone laced with cruel amusement. "A loyal servant, obedient to my every command."
Stain's gaze remained fixed on the creature, his contempt burning like a smoldering ember in the darkness. He longed to strike it down, to rid the world of such abominations, but he knew that now was not the time. With a dismissive wave of his hand, HIM sent the creature scuttling back into the flames, its twisted form disappearing into the abyss from whence it came. Stain watched with a mixture of revulsion and apprehension, his mind racing with the implications of what he had witnessed.
"This box," HIM began, his voice low and ominous, "holds the answers you seek. But be warned, Hero Killer, for knowledge comes at a price." Stain's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening as he braced himself for the revelation that awaited within the confines of the small black box.
"Speak," Stain demanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. "What is this price you speak of?"
HIM's grin widened, a glint of malice dancing in his crimson eyes. "Your soul," he whispered, his words like a chilling breeze that sent a shiver down Stain's spine.
Before Stain could react, a blinding flash of light engulfed the room, illuminating it with an intensity that seared through his mind like a branding iron. Guttural screams filled the air, echoing in the darkness as the world around him dissolved into chaos.
When the light faded, Stain found himself standing on the rooftop of a nearby building, the memory of what had transpired after the flash erased from his mind like a fleeting dream. With a growl of frustration, Stain turned away, his thoughts consumed by the sense of betrayal and deception that lingered in the air.
Unbeknownst to him, HIM watched from the shadows, his laughter echoing in the night as his sinister plans continued to unfold. As Stain stormed off into the night, his anger burning like a smoldering ember in the darkness, HIM turned his attention to a nearby mirror. With a twisted grin, he watched as Stain disappeared into the shadows, knowing that his message had been received loud and clear.
"Such foolish mortals," HIM mused to himself, his voice a sinister whisper in the darkness. "But soon, they shall learn the true meaning of fear. And when they do, oh, how sweet it shall be."
Authors Notes:
So, I will be focusing on one Powerpuff for now at least. This story, to me, has a lot of mysteries and clues to what would be happening. I hope you like it.
Next chapter will be a lot more action packed…hopefully.
Izuku will have a different situation from canon, having a different meet up.
I like how this is going and I hope you all do. As I said, don't forget to leave a comment after. I love a lot of engagement in the comment/review box.
Also, I got inspiration from Collector Hero: Synthesis by Kairomaru.