~NRK~
The following morning came with a curious surprise.
"Oh yeah? Well, I guess I can get you two there. The thing is, we're heading to Mustafu to meet with Taira-chan," Hosoi said as they ate breakfast, the four in casual clothes. "She's an annoying one, that prissy princess, but she's got something I need and was supposed to be enjoying a large pool in Mustafu."
"Well, we were driving," Ippan said, starry-eyed, while Hosoi smirked smugly.
Obito rubbed his sides, already half-healed wounds re-wrapped from the night before he'd slept. "She has a point, how were you two traveling?" He asked.
"Hmph, we took a personal jet," Sensoji said, eating an omelet the size of his head. "Better than getting mobbed at airports," he scoffed before eating more.
"I'm guessing that's the average?"
"I hate it so much."
"Yep, so you guys can just come with since that road bat already got you signed-up for the thing by the end of July," Hosoi said with a huff. "Honestly? She's a real chatty one. Always bragging, always got something to say, that friggin' smart aleck!" She roared.
"Reign it in, you'll cause a scene," Sensoji told her with a wave of his fork, the idol's eyebrow twitching even as she grumbled beneath her breath. "We're leavin' later today, don't worry, we've been here for about two days to rest from the cross-country ads," he rubbed the back of his neck. "God, they were such pains."
"Yeah, they really don't like giving me a break. I think I'll need to talk to my producer again because this many ads within one month is too much!"
"Hmm, how many hours do you spend at each?" Ippan asked with interest. 'Learn everything I can from each of them,' preparing oneself for the future was all about mindset.
Knowing the sucky parts of the job would save her headaches ahead of time!
Obito leaned back in his seat with crossed arms. "How long will you spend in Mustafu?" He asked the older man.
"We're at the end of these ads so we're gonna be there for a day before heading off towards Osaka," the large carrot top said, surprising them. "Yep, it's convenient but that only depends on that one," Sensoji gestured to the smug-looking bobcat. "... On second thought, just come, I could do with better company."
"NYAW?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
~NRK~
With their future set, Obito had spent a bit of time working on his bike with the tools he'd had on its opposite compartment to the helmets.
Checking the vehicle over in the guest garage, the Uchiha released a little breath from underneath his portable vehicle lift before blinking at a shadow that cast itself over him.
Looking up from the bottom of his bike, Obito blinked in surprise at the little girl who'd looked at him in wonder.
She was tall for her young age, seemingly, with fair skin, black eyes, and large black hair she kept in a fuzzy bun. Wearing a red shirt, long white skirt, and white shoes, she smiled politely at him.
"Hello, ojou-san," he said before focusing back on his bike. "How can I help you today?" The quirkless man asked her kindly.
"Mm, I'm Momo," she bowed, surprising him. "Y-You're the mister from Osaka, right?" The newly-introduced Momo asked with a big excited smile.
"I may be, is that why you wanted to speak with me, ojou-san?"
"Yes, your strength for a quirkless person is so interesting! I didn't know normal bodies were like that."
"Hmm, 'normal' is a bit deceptive, Momo-kun," Obito told her, confusing the girl. "Think about it, what person's body is 'normal' nowadays?"
"Hmm," she touched her lip in thought, head tilted. "U-Um, people without mutant quirks?"
"In one way but not the way I mean. Put it like this, Momo-kun, do you think a quirkless man with parents who spit fire is normal?"
"But he's quirkless."
"Yes but that doesn't change that he has fire-breathing in his blood, it means there are likely small intricacies he's not used to. Ones that he won't find out about until he's done something similar to it or notices it when he's eating hot foods."
"Are you like that, Obito-san?"
"Essentially, I've had nothing but spirit-users in my family and, apparently, that's made me quite curious."
"T-That's something I've never heard of!" Momo gasped, awed, as he chuckled. "Wouldn't people know?" She asked, confused.
"They would if they cared, young lady," Obito answered simply.
She looked thoughtful about that. "Well… I care!" Momo declared as he smiled knowingly. "I-I wanna be a hero but I can also do a lot of research on quirkless things!"
"If you ever want to, ojou-san, be my guest. I won't stop you."
"Momo!" A woman called out from another part of the garage. "Time to go, honey!"
"Coming, kaa-sama!" The girl answered before bowing to him. "Have a nice day, Uchiha-san!" Momo beamed before hurrying off, Obito chuckling as he continued his work.
"Good kid," he said to himself.
~NRK~
By late afternoon, they took off towards Mustafu with Obito's bike left in the cargo hold of the jet.
Ippan felt these chairs fit her perfectly. Nice, comfy, soft, and big enough for her to sit in.
Nothing so expensive nor fancy.
Obito, meanwhile, sat in a more normal-sized chair. "So, when do you plan on leaving Sunday?"
"Noon," Hosoi said, relaxed, while Sensoji looked out the window on his feet. "So, you guys'll be good."
"Good to know, getting past midterms will be something I'm helping Ippan study for."
"A strong nerd?"
"Is that how you see it?"
"Eh," the tomboyish woman chuckled. "I just call it what it is."
Obito rolled his eyes as Ippan smiled.
Their trip didn't take long, just an hour, but landing and leaving the port added another 45 minutes.
As they looked at the normal-looking city, their vehicles turned a corner before being brought to a halt by the sight of a villain.
"Haha!" He yelled ominously. "Now, it's time for-!"
He got only so few words out before being lit up by a wave of white as Obito resheathed Butsuri even while on his bike.
"Nice core strength!" Hosoi gave him a thumbs-up, sunglasses and a hoodie on.
"It's what it is," Obito said as Ippan held his abdomen once more. "Let's keep going."
They did, ignoring the unconscious villain currently in a crater on the street.
[You reacted so fast.] Ippan told him.
[I'm not going to hesitate with these villains, I've already got… Mmm.] Obito released a small grunt as she rubbed his torso's soft spots. [I'm already suffering for that, best to not let them get too far.]
[We'll re-wrap them when we get to the hotel.]
Continuing down the streets Mustafu, they finally came to a stop by a large hotel covered in kamaitachi motifs on the sides of it.
"This is definitely her hotel," Hosoi said as she stepped out with Sensoji while Ippan got off Obito's bike. "Just follow the valet to the parking garage, punch in that number I sent ya and reach us at the rooms," she informed Obito before heading on in.
"I'll be back," Obito said to his girlfriend.
"Sure, see you soon," Ippan smiled at her boyfriend.
Following behind the valet had only taken five minutes, the Uchiha getting his reserved parking with ease and returning to the Kamaitachi hotel without issue.
Yet, as he walked up to it, he frowned at the sight of the front being blocked-off by a squad of men & women all wearing black suits, sunglasses, and working boots as a figure walked within their blockade.
She was an average-height slender woman with glossy fair skin, yellow eyes, and long salmon-colored hair with a pair of weasel ears atop her noggin.
Wearing a white-furred black coat, a salmon-colored spaghetti-strap top, black short shorts, and white platform boots, her nails were slightly long and extravagantly painted black with numerous designs on them, numerous colorful wrist bangles, silver earrings, and a large decorative white belt with a matching purse.
"Yes, yes," the woman said to those around her, that oddly large scythe-like tail of hers gaining his attention.
'She's an actual kamaitachi?' Obito was a bit alarmed by the surprise. 'She smoothes it down to not get in the way of performances,' that made sense, he'd never seen that 'attachment' on her in the videos he and Ippan had watched. 'Well, it's time to wait-'
"That's enough, the hotel is closed," one of the people said as the paparazzi, civilian onlookers, and more looked at that glamorous weasel. "Anyone beyond this point will be dealt with appropriately."
"Okay, one, MOVE!" Obito told the people as ice filled their spines, the man grunting at the splitting crowd. "Excuse me-"
"I don't believe you heard me," the announcer woman said with a frown, hand on his chest. "No more entries."
"That's tough because I'm actually supposed to be inside."
She scoffed.
"Instead of revealing how uninformed you are," he began as she frowned deeply. "Go inside to room 521CRE and speak with Hosoi-san and the fox woman with her, we came together."
"How do you know that number?!" The woman gripped his top with a hiss, lizard-like tongue flicking out against his chin.
"Just do it, I don't have the time for this."
She looked ready to deny him-
"Oi, Asumi-san, what's the hold up?" A slightly high-pitched voice said from behind the woman.
"Apologies madam but this random man is requesting entry."
"I thought you said there were no more visitors."
"I'm part of the Hosoi group," Obito spat at the woman bodyguard who growled before yelping as she was pushed aside.
"Hmm… Alright," the weasel woman smirked at him, looking him up and down. "Oh, you're that weirdo."
"Why do all of you keep saying that?"
"Because ya are," the one known as 'Taira Goumou' said. "Hmm, you're the bodyguard of that large foxy gal? I mean, you're handsome enough for it but I'm still surprised by the whole 'no quirk' thing."
"It's really no issue to me," the quirkless man said flatly. "Whether people believe in my skills doesn't matter, when I show them, that's it."
"Mmm, sassy. I see why Ha-chan was so excited by you," she drummed her fingers up his chest before Obito held her wrist with two of his fingers.
"I'm taken."
"Ooh!"
He was all-of-a-sudden not so happy with this meeting. "May I?" Obito asked, gesturing inside.
She winked and sashayed. "Yes, you may!~"
The quirkless man looked annoyed before he walked in under the heated scrutiny of his fellow bodyguards.
Going inside that light pink-colored lobby area, Obito looked for an elevator before heading towards it.
Only to find Taira there, her hand pressing a special badge to the reader.
"... Thank you."
"That Ho-chan, always leaving out the details," the woman said, handing him a card that he blinked at. "This is your reader card, that idiot didn't even tell you about this, did she?"
"That would be a negative," Obito said, taking it with a sigh as the elevator opened up. "I hope today goes simply."
They got in before the idol held out her hand and ticked down the fingers.
"Three… Two… One…" She pointed at the doors and a trio of her personnel, that Asumi woman included, appeared before entering the box. "On time like usual," Taira smirked as Asumi nodded to her.
Their box went down as Obito kept his arms crossed and eyes closed, keeping to himself. He ignored the ire of that Asumi woman and her colleagues before their box came to a stop.
When the doors opened, it showed a panicked Hosoi before she wore a big bright red-faced grin that Obito shot a flat look.
"I'm sorry!" She rubbed the back of her head, back in her normal clothes. "I didn't remember!" Hosoi admitted apologetically, bow and all.
"Ho-chan, you're honestly something else," Taira shook her head at the flustered woman. "Goodness, no wonder you're single."
The bobcat's jaw dropped as the smug weasel strutted on by with her guard detail.
"Can our resident mannish member please at least master the mental arts? Please? Thank you."
Hosoi slumped as Obito raised a brow before shrugging.
"Come on, better late than never, right?" He offered her as she looked up at him before standing up with hunched shoulders.
"Sorry, seriously," she admitted in as much of a tone as well.
"I'm fine, in the end. I just may be on her guard's bad side, not like I care."
Looking a bit better because of that, Hosoi led the way to the room where they found Taira right as she went in.
Following her, they found Sensoji there with Ippan sitting in some chairs with the latter having a medical box in her hands.
"Obito-kun, I know she hurried after you," Ippan giggled as Hosoi grew a bit more flustered.
"Things worked out," Obito said as he eyed where Taira went, the weasel idol going into one of the many rooms in this wide lobby-like area with pristine brown marble tile floors, white walls, and white oak doors. "I guess you'll want to re-wrap me?"
Depositing his top left Obito half-naked with his bandages the only thing covering his torso.
With Ippan's help, he undid them before noting his scarring.
Sensoji's eyes narrowed at a few of the old scars while Hosoi ogled the young man's powerful sides.
Obito touched a few of the tender ones. "Thank God for healing quirks," he said as Ippan wrapped his abdomen quickly before tying it off. "With them, this would make life a lot more inconvenient but I can't keep getting hurt like this. It's been one week."
"Yeah, you're not getting the great end of the stick of this," Ippan said softly while he sighed, lowering his arms so she could wrap his biceps.
"Yes, well, I'll live. I'd rather be the one protecting you than someone I can't be sure of the skill of."
"Those are some words, you keep speakin' like you're invincible, stop that," Sensoji told him. "There's no bastard invincible in this world, I learned that a good amount of years ago, guy I knew almost died. Don't let that become your undoing," the man grunted.
"I'm confident in my skills, Sensoji-san, but don't take that for overconfidence," Obito said. "When I speak of things like that, I am going to judge harshly, that's my loved one," he declared.
The air grew thick as the hero's biceps bulged.
"There better be a DAMN good defense of her or I'd wring their neck, HERO OR NOT."
"Easy, easy, both of ya need to chill out," Hosoi said with crossed arms. "Look, relax, there's nothing like that here. Ya need to go and do your thing, doncha?"
"... Yeah, that outburst will be controlled from here on out," Obito told her, putting on his clothes as Ippan got up before nuzzling him a bit. "..." He muttered something, cheeks red as Hosoi grinned.
"Look, let's go and get something to eat before heading to the specialized office. My treat but we should pick somewhere cool. This is one of the few times I've ever been in Mustafu."
Obito considered it before shrugging as Ippan smiled.
Sensoji simply grunted. "Whatever," he said, locking onto Obito's gaze. '... He has, hasn't he?' The Pro realized it only now.
That man had become a killer before.
~NRK~
Walking the streets in some black flats, a pair of black cargo pants, a purple shirt, and Butsuri, Obito held hands with Ippan as they looked around with Hosoi.
Wearing a white blouse, a pair of black jean shorts that actually fit her frame, and some brown boots, the fox pulled her boyfriend in close as they read signs and labels.
"This should be good," Sensoji said, still in his hero uniform, while Hosoi nodded in agreement at the open-air cafe, wearing a simple pair of glasses, a brown beret, a black shirt & slacks, and some orange and brown sneakers. "Easy protectability, I can hear everything around us, and see the heroes on patrol… Tsk, I wonder if that guy is still here."
"You know Pros here?" Ippan asked.
"I went to UA," the large man shrugged. "Graduated, did some work with the Buster Union Agency before landing this weird job."
"You protect an idol," Hosoi smirked. "You see the world, go to extravagant places, and more! How could you be calling this 'weird'?"
"Because I'd thought it would've been easy, woman, do you understand it's been two years and yet I've saved you from over five separate attempts on your life, sixty rabid fans, and crazy-ass deals?!"
Hosoi's eyes went to the side as she scratched her cheek flusteredly. "U-Um, you might want to stop counting," she wore an innocent grin the Pro groaned at.
"I need coffee, God, I need relief."
Getting seated, they got their orders taken before just taking in Mustafu's atmosphere.
"Hmm, even knowing this is the location where UA is. I'm going to be honest, Mustafu's probably been one of the most hero-populated places I've ever been to," Obito said, surprising them. "It's also known for its city-side beaches," he shrugged.
"What, ya've been here before?" Hosoi asked.
"Yes, I was checking out a few things around here on a trip with my granduncle."
"So, you know how to get to the building?"
"Yes, it won't be hard unless it changed spots."
"That's good, hopefully, this can all be sorted out quickly," Ippan smiled before Hosoi gasped, snapping her fingers at something before rummaging through her pockets.
"That's right, I almost forgot!" She said, looking in her back pockets before releasing an 'Ah-hah!'. "Here, you two, these are officially yours," the bobcat idol grinned.
Taking those offered cards, the two teens' eyes widened.
At their cards, their Creatoria-officialized cards!
"T-This is so amazing!" Ippan beamed like a thousand sunflowers as she looked at her Idol Trainee Visa. "S-So, I'm good! It's just Obito-kun who's gotta get his stuff!"
Obito noted his Bodyguard License, looking under his 'Supervisor' headline to see Shinji's name. "I'll have to thank him again," he said as he tucked it away, Ippan gushing over her visa. "Now, it's just me holding us up," the quirkless man said as their drinks arrived.
~NRK~
Arriving at the administration building in Mustafu's administration area had been quite a 'trial'.
"H-How many villain attacks happen here?!" Hosoi nearly screamed, holding onto Sensoji's arm for dear life. "I-It's never been this bad before?!" She yelped as he nodded, grimacing.
"God, I thought crime went down with All Might's whole thing," the Pro frowned.
"You're not looking at it illogically," Obito said with a shake of the head that confused the hell out of the other three.
"W-What?" Ippan looked startled, holding onto him in disbelief. "Obito-kun? What?"
"Instead of just thinking of it like 'villains trying to avoid All Might', you need to consider that 'villains want to test All Might'," Obito explained. "There are MORE than enough idiots in this world, you three, and most of them happen to be villains."
They looked alarmed as Obito led them up some steps before they entered a building.
Their first steps inside had them being watched by 'security guards' before they blinked as a pair came over.
"What?" Obito frowned.
"Are you Obito Uchiha?" One of them asked, the man pulling out a notepad from his pocket. "... Hmm," he nodded to the page he flipped to. "You put in a request last week for a Support Item License," he read off.
Obito was officially confused. "Yes, I did… Is there a problem? I'm aware you all had my papers literally that same day." He asked.
"Usually, in most normal cases like this," the other guard said, tilting his hat to observe the brunette. "It'd be a simple case of application of quirk-to-item acceptance but you're not someone with a quirk."
"Your bodyguard occupation is, in fact, noted," the first man said. "The issue lies in that you've shown that the weapon you wield is not some simple weaponry. The authorities on the scene explained the situation to us and that sword is being classified differently from a normal Support Item. That item isn't made by a recognized company and we need several assurances of its true abilities before giving you a license."
~NRK~
They'd actually been led away from the administration building if you'd believe it.
Traveling in a black car down towards a Quirk Coliseum had several ideas passing through Obito's head.
"... Who exactly has this power?" He wondered with the others. "If it's a hero, there aren't many that could make this trip possible… But if it was an organization, I have to assume it's one of a few: The Public Hero Safety Commission."
"That came out of the blue, didn't it?" Hosoi frowned. "Besides, uh, the Public Hero Safety Committee shouldn't give a damn about you…" She turned to Sensoji. "Right? He's still just a civilian."
"Tsk, it's not that simple, I'd bet. The PHSC isn't just for heroes but also those with comparable strength within the public setting. Villains, workers of certain companies, and more," the carrot top said, visors tilted to lock eyes with Obito. "You might have attracted some eyes you don't want."
Ippan looked concerned before Obito gripped her hand.
"It's fine, there's little they can do," Obito said. "For one, this sword works for no one else so once they figure that out, they'll likely put tabs on me but likely release it into my care. Second, there's a high chance they'll try to put a tracker on my Support Company but nothing else, they're trying to keep tabs but not intercede into the public's life. It's their motto, after all, and that hasn't changed with the recent change in CEOs."
"The hell are you?"
"A man who makes sure to know how the big players work. I won't fall to some company's brow-beating nor fail to know their methods… And, likely, they've bugged the back of this car anyway."
Sensoji kissed his teeth but didn't deny it while Hosoi & Ippan jumped while looking around the car.
"There's no point," the Pro said. "Likely, if they wanted it to be easy to find, it'd be no good. Plus, he already pointed out that it's happening, ain't nothing going to change that."
Their ride came to a stop before the group was ushered out by a squad of five individuals in black suits.
By the time they got inside, Obito raised a brow at the woman waiting there alongside a Pro and… And a teenage boy.
The first came up to them, that getting-on-in-age woman with fair skin covered in a few wrinkles, blue eyes, and neatly-combed dull blonde hair that fell down to her nape. She wore all-black attire of a blazer, skirt, pantyhose, and dress shoes, her eyes locking with Obito's.
'So, this is that weird one,' she thought, beckoning that hero and teenage boy forward. "Uchiha-san, you're rather calculative," the woman said, not even hiding the fact that his earlier words were right. "That kind of thinking isn't wrong, though. You've been brought here to ascertain your ownership of both that weapon and your bodyguard work."
"?" Obito blinked, arms crossed. "I… What hand do you have in this company?"
The woman looked a bit surprised before scrutinizing him some more. "That's forward of you but is it wrong for a woman to want the best for her daughter?" She asked.
"W-Wait, who?" Hosoi asked, alarmed. "That's not wrong, it's… Oh crap, y-you're talking about Ryuuki?" She wheezed.
"That's surprising."
"It's not as much as ya think, ma'am," Sensoji said, getting a raised brow from the PHSC CEO. "There's only one member of the Creatoria Idol group who has blonde hair, my charge isn't related to you, we know the family of Taira Goumou, Nagabiko Heiya's family is a complicated mess… And Habami Touko's family is dead."
Ippan's eyes widened as Obito frowned softly at that.
'What?' The two were honestly taken-aback by that but also sympathetic.
Obito from his past life and Ippan from just her nature, alone.
"Hmm, I suppose that would make it easier," the woman sighed. "Yes, Ryuuki's well-being is of much interest to me," her eyes narrowed at Obito. "Which is why I can't very well trust someone we've no real record of besides civilian duties or should we talk about your criminal record?"
Sensoji and Hosoi looked alarmed while Obito crossed his arms.
"How about you actually talk about the events instead of leaving it vague to build your position?" Obito asked with narrowed eyes. "I'm no fool to think you kept it vague for no reason. Say it outright."
'This young man,' the CEO realized that this would be very interesting no matter how it went. "Your blase attitude could get you in trouble one day, young man."
"It could but I know how to avoid those futures."
The lobby was silent as that younger male behind the CEO looked at Obito in disbelief. 'What the hell?' How was this civvie standing up to the Commissioner?! "... Ma'am?"
"Hmm," the blonde woman closed her eyes as Obito raised a brow at the hero and teen. "Your handling of your weaponry will decide if you're to carry it while your effort in the fight will decide how well I need to reinforce my daughter's surroundings."
'That's some threat,' Sensoji thought.
He didn't envy that guy, having all this shit thrown at him within one week must have been annoying.
"... A record?" Hosoi asked, concerned.
"At ease, Jounetsu-san," the blonde woman said, surprising her. "Despite his rude words, the young man speaks truth, I didn't go into specifics. That case is very much in his favor all odds considered."
"Wait, if you know that…" Obito said.
"The investigation has finally come to its end, we've already apprehended the man involved."
"..."
"Wiping your record clean will take more work."
"Goddammit," Obito cursed before sighing. "Whatever, who's your fighter?" He asked, turning to face the hero who'd been waiting in the wings.
"So, you got pulled into this mess?" Sensoji said, eyebrow raised. "Eraserhead?"
"Yep," the hero on the Commissioner's side said. 'This is that one I've heard about,' that weird quirkless student who was capable of taking on villains? 'Honestly, what was the point of her bringing me into this?'
Obito observed this hero. 'The Underground Erasure Hero: Eraserhead,' he noted.
He was a tall man with fair skin plus a stubble mustache and beard, bearing black eyes and long shaggy black hair that fell over his ears, he was dressed like the least impressive hero ever seen.
Especially with his simple black boots, pants, and long-sleeved top, the only things that stood out about him were his Support Item, a set of hyper-elastic bandages that pooled around his neck, and a yellow grill visor that sat atop his head.
"Sup," the man said. "You're that weird one I've heard about."
Obito sweatdropped as Hosoi snickered while Sensoji smirked. "Yes, I… Is everyone going to call me 'weird' when I meet them? Is that it?" He asked flatly.
"You're not exactly low on the 'weird meter', a quirkless person doing what you've done isn't heard of."
"I can't imagine they would be with talk like that, it's almost alarming how much of a self-fulfilling prophecy that is."
The Pro looked a bit surprised by that remark as Obito shook his head.
"Ideally, I hope you'll understand how different mere talk is from reality," the younger brunette said as the air grew intense. "There's a world of difference between those two things."
'The hell?' The black-haired Pro looked at the younger man in confusion. '... A world of difference, huh?' Maybe, he'd learn something interesting today. "Sekijou-san?"
"Come this way," the Commissioner, Sekijou, said while walking down a hallway. 'Perhaps there's more to this,' she'd be intrigued if things turned out so 'otherworldly'.
Meanwhile, Obito pulled out his phone and looked up Eraserhead's name without care.
"Damn, you don't even care for an even fight?" Hosoi asked.
"Pfft, what the hell do I look like trying to make this a fair fight?" Obito asked her, utterly offended. "There's no such thing in this world, whether people like it or not, but what you can leverage can make any lopsided ordeal far more possible… Hmph, he's got good physical scores. Quirk erasure? I'm not sure if I'll need to worry about that or not," the spiky-haired brunette muttered as he looked through Aizawa's profile on the Hero App.
The young man Sekijou brought gawked at the audacity of this guy. 'H-Holy crap, he doesn't even care!' It was both hilarious and yet painfully amazing, especially with his logic. "He's not holding any punches, Aizawa-san," he said to Eraserhead.
"I don't care any bit about it, I always fight on a normal playing field regardless of what happens," Eraserhead said. 'He's smart,' and had clearly been in a fight before.
He'd read that young man's record and could say, with all his heart, fuck that guy who'd basically turned on a little kid. Someone who'd assist in attempted 'assault' on anyone was on his Shit List.
Yet, he couldn't help but be a bit bothered by the brutality that'd been applied to those individuals, the deaths of a few not leaving his mind every time he locked eyes with Obito. 'He's acclimated,' a sad thing, killing wasn't something anyone should have had to get used to.
Reaching a room in the Coliseum, they entered before Obito and Eraserhead walked towards the mat at the center of it.
"Hmm, might as well try to see if you can erase it, Eraserhead," Obito said outright to the Pro Hero, the man's eyes narrowing on the weapon. "I'll know if it's just a normal sword or not."
'More meaning?' Or was he being stupid?
His eyes gained a powerful red glow to them, his hair standing up.
Obito held his sheathed weapon with closed eyes. '... The gene that activates quirks isn't the same as a weapon built with them,' he realized as he weapon still thrummed in his hold. "It worked," the Uchiha shrugged, swinging the weapon out and about without care.
Eraserhead raised a brow as his eyes' glow died down. 'I guess that makes sense,' a weapon with such quirk-granted abilities would likely be affected as well… Right?'
Obito apologized to the man in his head. 'Sorry, sir, I need that secret,' he thought, his weapon on his hip as he crouched low. "Who will be the referee?"
"That'll be me," Sensoji said as he stood at the side of the large mat. "Oi, Eraserhead, don't go easy on him, I need to see this all for myself," he informed the other Pro, confusing him.
"I guess?" Eraserhead said even as he minded Obito's every breath before he came back with something confusing.
Obito went still in that low crouch, his right side hidden from the Pro alongside his blade.
'A hidden blade style?' He unfurled some of his bandages and tensed them between his hands in front of him. 'Sensoji wants me to put fear into him,' even if Aizawa had a feeling… 'I don't think this is gonna be so simple.'
"I decide when the match is over, both of you," Sensoji said, arm raised. "The moment this arm drops, it's combat time!"
Hosoi looked on with worry. "That's a Pro, Ippan, I'm not sure if your boyfriend is gonna be able to get out of this," she said.
Ippan looked at the two combatants. "... I believe in Obito-kun," she told her with all her heart. "But there's another thing, Hosoi-chan," the fox began, confusing her.
"What?"
"I believe-"
"BEGIN!" Sensoji declared with a dropped arm.
There was a shriek of steel as Aizawa's eyes widened at that downward slash that cut through his bandages.
"-Obito-kun has FAR more experience."
The Pro's head snapped out of the way of the thrusting-forward blade, his leg kicking out at Obito's approaching neck.
Only to be swept off his feet, the katana by his ear spinning in the air.
'HE LET GO?!'
"Ninpo," words were whispered into his ear before there was a heavy force slamming into his stomach. "Kagetora."
He'd not expected it and that cost him, especially when that dual-claw strike landed in his diaphragm.
The Pro hit the wall behind Sensoji with a heavy 'THUD!' as Obito caught Butsuri and returned him to his sheath.
"Is that good enough for you, Mister Blaster?" Obito asked him, body relaxed.
Sensoji looked between him and his fellow UA alumni in confusion. "The hell is THIS, Eraserhead?!" He asked the other man who winced as he landed on his feet.
"I'm not exactly… Feeling like this is the fight you expected to give me," the Pro hissed out a breath as he lifted his top to see the damage. 'This is the damage a quirkless person gave me?'
Seeing those ten puncture mark-like bruises had him wincing as he dropped his top while Sekijou's eyes narrowed in interest and the teen at her side gawked with Hosoi and those other guards.
"W-What?!" The idol uttered, eyes wide, as Ippan smiled in relief.
Eraserhead stood up on his slightly shaky feet before tapping it away. 'I shouldn't be treating this so lightly,' he walked towards the mat. "That is a point to you."
"Alright, you want to continue," Obito said, backing up and creating space.
'It's the same amount of space from before.'
But then the hero observed Obito's smile and realized something.
Eraserhead inched further in, adopting a wide stance.
"Okay, you're not a dimwitted fighter, I'm glad," the younger man said as he tucked his legs in and crouched, body wound as the hero's eyes widened. "I'm good at Iaijutsu, Eraserhead."
Sensoji kissed his teeth at the two before raising his arm again. "Same rules! You're either out of the ring or I call it!" He declared. "... FIGHT!"
Aizawa's saving grace had been that he was more prepared and that Obito had outright said it.
That almost impossible-to-see slash would have smacked right into his side if he'd not been prepared.
That didn't mean he wasn't thrown across the arena mat before he found his footing, eyes glaring around his hissing combat knife.
Obito charged at him, his form a blur before he skid.
The Pro leaned back over that thrusting kick before it vanished from his view.
'Shit!' He kicked back and over, barely dodging the follow-up kick. 'His body's better trained!' It was almost damning to see as that younger man rushed him once more.
When he skidded again, the Pro prepared for kicks.
He realized too late why Obito dropped to a knee.
That heated flash slammed into his body and sent him soaring into the wall again.
Sensoji's eyes narrowed as he understood this time. '... He's more skilled than him,' it was a near-impossible pill to swallow but he couldn't deny it.
That quirkless man had not just taken his body to its limits but was also just a more skilled fighter.
Aizawa hit the wall but recovered more easily, bouncing off it with his heels absorbing most of the hit. Still, as he landed on his feet, he realized just how ridiculously true Obito's words were from before.
Landing in a crouch, the Pro took a single second.
The next? He shot towards Obito like a rushing boar, his eyes trapped behind his grill visors.
The quirkless man's blade shot out in that impeccable quickdraw before Aizawa shot below it, sliding towards the Uchiha's feet only for steel to come into his peripheral.
He rolled away in time to dodge that downward stab before landing on his feet as Obito gave chase.
The spiky-haired man got close before releasing three arcing slashes, each one blocked by the Pro's knife before it swung out in four fast arcs Obito ducked in and out of with a grin.
Aizawa flinched as his swinging arm was caught.
The next second, Obito wrapped his legs around his neck and arm before tossing him bodily across the mats.
Recovering from the throw, the hero rolled his shoulder as Obito lunged at him again before his thrusting sword was parried by Eraserhead's dagger. When the older man came in close, the pommel of his weapon flying for his throat, Obito's free hand snatched his wrist.
The kick that followed hit the hero in the collarbone and sent him flying out of the matted arena before he hit the wall one last time.
Obito landed from his roundhouse before spinning his weapon into a reverse grip and returning him back to his scabbard.
"That should be good enough for you, Sekijou-san," Obito said, turning to the surprised Commissioner. "For my swordplay and combat intelligence."
"... Hmm, you show an odd side to quirkless people I've never expected," the blonde woman didn't even look bothered, just impressed. "That should be enough," she told one of her agents who called someone. "That'll be the final stamp for your Support Item License."
"Thank you," Obito said with a single bow before he hurried over to help Eraserhead up. "Sorry for that, Eraserhead," he told his fellow brunette who groaned.
"Don't… Wanna hear it," the man released a pained sigh. "Ya beat me, fair and square, can't be complaining about that. God, Oboro's gonna ream me for this and tell me to train harder."
Obito chuckled. "Sounds like someone who's an avid close combatant."
"He is, honestly, even with his cloud quirk."
The quirkless man's smile froze on his face.
"Guy comes out of rehabilitation all spruced-up and ready to be a hero again after a head injury-"
"U-Um, Aizawa-san?"
"Yes?"
They stopped, Obito's smile mechanically turning to the confused hero. "That head injury wouldn't have happened in the middle of an attack by a salamander with laser balls, would it?" He asked.
Aizawa's jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "W-Wait, you were there that day?" He asked.
Obito rubbed the back of his head.
"You saved his life," Shouta, Shouta Aizawa, said while Obito finished up his bandages. "Oboro Shirakumo is his name."
"W-Wait, you're that crazy mystery guy he said saved his life?!" Sensoji said in shock while Hosoi yelped.
"W-What's up with you?!" The bobcat woman yowled. "What?!"
"That's what dedicated training does, Hosoi-san," Obito said simply. "It's not some special power, it's nothing to do with Support Equipment, or anything, that's what dedication to the art of combat will do to you."
She didn't look like she wanted to believe it.
"Oboro-san, hmm?" The quirkless man said to the Pros who nodded. "I'm glad he got better, that head injury would have been fatal if I'd not gotten him out of the way of that rubble in time," Obito said as Shouta released a relieved sigh.
"Thank you, I… He's a great friend who didn't deserve to fall that early on," the Erasure Hero said.
"It's fine, once again, I'm glad he's better."
Just then, Sekijou entered the medical area before coming over and handing the swordsman a manila envelope.
"That should be sufficient for this exchange," she said, arms crossed. 'If this is truly what pure training without quirks can accomplish…' It would seem that things had become more efficient if she got this working right.
That teen with her still looked gobsmacked. "D-Dude, you're ridiculous!" He shouted.
Obito blinked, looking at him. "Ah, you haven't spoken while we've been here," he realized sheepishly as the boy blinked before growing a bit bashful.
"Yeah, well… Sorry."
"No issues, young man."
"It's 'Keigo Takami', not 'young man', you're not that much older than me," the now-named Keigo whined as Sekijou looked disapproving before getting an idea.
Keigo was a young man maybe four, or five, years younger than Obito was.
Being of average height with slightly tan skin, angular yellow eyes, and messy ash-blonde hair with two antenna-like bangs coming down by his face, he wore a pair of black boots, tan pants, and a black shirt, his quirk clearly being those two large red hawk wings as his surname would imply.
"Be that as it may, Keigo-kun, I'm not really that odd. I'm literally just the fully-trained example of genetics," Obito shrugged.
"I, uh, ain't so sure if that works but if you believe it," Keigo shot him a dual thumbs-up.
"Thanks for your understanding. Now, well, I finally got this thing so that's everything solved."
"Y-Yeah, I guess," Hosoi looked so unsure of the world at the moment.
"Hmph," Sensoji looked unsure, himself, before rubbing the back of his head. "Dammit, look, I still think you're weird."
"That's an amazing opener," Obito said flatly as Keigo snickered while Ippan giggled.
"But you seem aware of combat more than I thought so you're good by me-"
The doors to the medical area opened to reveal a haughty-looking Taira.
"Oh God, not her," Sensoji released a strained wheeze.
"What's this I hear about your licenses being done?!" Taira asked.
"Um, yeah, all his necessary documents are ready, ma'am."
"Hmph," the weasel woman pouted.
Obito felt like his life was going to take a drastic turn come month's end.
~NRK~
The next two weeks just seemed to fly on by before they were wrapping things up with high school for Summer Break.
But, also, Obito got a visit.
~NRK~
He blinked at that large cloud-like object lowering from the air.
"What the hell?" Obito blinked as the cloud finally landed… Oh. "So, we finally meet face-to-face, conscious-to-conscious, for the first time," he smiled as the eager man left his cloud.
"You're damn right!" He grinned.
He was a tall clearly-boisterous man with tan skin, a bandage across his nose, wild light-blue hair that seemed to flow up in the breeze, and blue eyes.
Wearing a loosely-tied black uwagi, a brown jumpsuit underneath it, black boots with light-tan on the mouths, and white fingerless gloves, he grinned sheepishly as his 6'4 frame stood before Obito.
"Glad to meet the guy who, uh, helped me not lose my most precious trait," the man said sheepishly as he and Obito shook hands.
"Oh, they told you?" Obito asked.
"Yeah, the center I went to was really serious about how bad things could have gone if ya didn't help me."
Obito considered correcting him before shaking his head with a smile. "No problem, I'm glad you recovered so well… Yes?" He said intently.
"Yeah, yeah, the whole thing up here is working," Oboro said with several knocks to his noggin. "I just had to get over some serious nausea, relearn some balance, and remember fifth grade! Nothing hard!"
The quirkless man sweatdropped. 'Glad all the important parts were kept,' he chuckled sheepishly.
~NRK~
They'd traded contacts and, honestly, kept in touch without much issue and the following week passed before 'the time' came.
It was time for the bus trip!
~NRK~
He adjusted his attire. 'It's time for actual bodyguard work,' Obito thought, adjusting his dark gray wrist braces. "And these will make my life so much easier," he said to himself with a smirk. "Alright."
Wearing a pair of his self-made black shinobi sandals with similar dark gray braces around his ankles, he had on dark blue shinobi trousers, a skin-tight dark blue shirt with black wrapping around his neck, and an open navel-length royal blue coat with short sleeves and a hood.
He pulled out his phone and sent a text while grabbing a large black duffle bag with his Kamui Emblem on the side, Butsuri-Teki Ryoiki holstered on his hip in his gray-scaled belt's holsters.
When he saw Ippan's response, Obito hurried out and locked his door.
This would be a month-long trip, just enough time for them to come back to school without issue.
He hurried down the half-empty halls of his dorm before rushing to the open stairwell and flipping over the railing much to the low number of boys of his dorm's disbelief.
Landing at the bottom of the stairwell in a graceful crouch, Obito stood up before tapping his foot against the ground and nodding to that heavy-rubber thump he heard.
His Hyper-Tension Shinobi Sandals, self-made under the Toudou Subsidy Support Company name.
He slapped his chest, the tight top revealing a near-invisible sheen on the contact.
The 'Under Armor', name pending because NO ONE wanted that lawsuit on their hands, a high-tensile spider silk top made from a spider woman he knew in Hiroshima's Quirky Elder Home before he moved those left more towards a closer city. His pants being of similar make alongside a heavy scale-based compound to reinforce the joints, shins, and hips.
Finally, his coat? Eh, that was for later.
Obito stood before the receptionist desk with a smile, the man there nodding to him as a Summer 'Intern' learned the ropes.
"Oh, heading out?" The man said with a knowing look as the brunette nodded. "Well, we're here, kid. Go on out there and be important."
"Thanks," Obito said.
He shot out of there with a determined glow in his eyes, rushing towards the girls dorm before coming to a stop when he saw her.
"Hey," he said to his girlfriend as she turned to face him before beaming.
Wearing a baggy white shirt that stopped at her navel, what seemed like a tight black tank top under it that tucked into her black thigh-length shorts, a white cloth mantle around her rear to her hips, and a pair of white sandals, Ippan hurried over before holding him close with an arm and nuzzling the Uchiha as he held her as well.
"I'm ready," Ippan said happily. "W-We're going to go to the mountains, Obito-kun. W-We're gonna be near a movie set!" She squealed as Obito chuckled before pulling her along by the waist.
"I know but that just means you need to be more prepared than usual, this is going to be an experience you can't miss," Obito said as they walked out of the schoolyard towards a mile-away parking garage. "Remember, 'never stop learning', 'find your method', and 'find what you enjoy the most about it'. Those should hopefully be all you need."
Reaching that private garage, Obito showed their key tag before they walked in and got to the top floor.
Getting to his bike by the entrance, they took their duffle bags and pushed them into the right compartment after taking out their helmets.
"This is going to be all new for both of us," Obito said, getting a hug from behind as they got on. "Are you prepared, Ippan-chan?"
"Yeah!" The fox woman beamed. "This is where I get all kinds of experiences. I'm hoping this all helps me reach my goal," Ippan said, giving him a hug & nuzzle. "Thank you, for always being here."
"Thank you for helping me."
They went down the ramps before arriving at the entrance, the sun's rays coloring the road ahead.
They drove off into the warm rays and the future ahead.
And they'd need it, especially with that woman there.
Asuka Dokudami was bound to cause trouble for these two, the quirkless man especially… But for now?
Time to enjoy this Summer drive.
~NRK Out~