Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Fuck!
Are you fucking with me!?
Shit!
How was this even possible?
I'm fucked. I'm cooked.
Okay, okay, let's rewind back a bit...
~~~~~
A few hours earlier...
I sat back in my seat, watching these kids beat each other to death as I munch on the little confections they offered.
These kids got potential, a lot of it. Strong quirks, strong in battle, I know a bunch of these guys could give anyone a run for their money, even me. Man, what a group…
I take a glance all around me, looking at the idiots in bright colored clothing. If they were out there doing something, maybe I could've gotten some help with Gaiden, but I digress. I am here at this place too after all, so it is what it is. I see this one bird boy fuck up that girl though… She should've thought sooner. There is always a weakness with every quirk. Maybe it's light? Because it's a literal shadow? I dunno, but at least she tried, I suppose, I wasn't too impressed. Probably because this is the first time seeing these kids in action.
Man, I'm kinda bored.
Oh wait…
"And coming up next, is the rock hard brawler, Eijiro Kirishima!" Mic. Wording. Anyways, I am glad to see my guy out there, who is he fighting?
"And on the other corner is the steely brute, hard as steel Tetsutetsu TetsuTetsu!!!" That's his name!?
Come on, show me something!
"Three, two, one! Go!" They face off and… and… what the hell…
This was a horrible matchup.
It was an absolute slugfest out there, the two trading blows with their very similar Quirks. What the hell… I honestly can't see how one or the other could win since both work the exact same fucking way. This is hilarious…
Bang!
The two knock each other out… A little underwhelming, but it was still kinda cool seeing them try and beat the shit out of each other. Kirishima has grown, I can tell. What a guy.
Seeing these kids give it their all puts a smile on my face, but only a bitter sweet one. They battle for their hopes and dreams, reaching for the stars of heroism, but that's the thing. Society places their own desires onto these young kids, expecting nothing but the absolute best or what suits them the most. And heroes themselves may be worse, all the bigotry and negligence still runs deep within many of these jokers. I just hope Aizawa is teaching them right…
After the parakeet squawked into the mic, I heard that it was that Bakugo kid and some girl probably up next. Last time I saw that kid, he was a little shit, let's see how this goes then…
They march up to the arena, the Ochako girl with a look of determination and Bakugou with a look of… boredom? I can't tell.
"Are you ready!? Get set… Go!"
Ochako immediately goes on the offensive, as Bakugo fires off an explosion!? Fucking explosions!? In this kid's hands? I guess it matches his personality…
Bakugo is being cautious, I can tell. He seems to avoid any type of contact with her. It's probably quirk related too. His use of explosions to keep her at bay… he could drag out the match and make her submit this way. You may be annoying, but you seem to know what you're doing…
I can tell Bakugou is saying something to her, something along the lines of "Give up" or whatever. Ochako is kind of getting beat on, his explosions constantly on the ready. I notice she used that jacket as a decoy within the dust… smart.
If only it worked. She gets blasted again and again. C'mon kid, I don't know you, but you can do it! Stand your ground and figure it- Oh… oh…
Those rocks in the sky… I see! Ha! Now that's strategy right there! I almost didn't notice it myself, but she was using his explosions to break the arena, I'm guessing her quirk has something to do with gravity. Very well played.
Just hold on, Ochako, come on! Keep pushing at him!
Why am I getting so invested…
"How shameful!"
"This boy is beating on that poor girl…"
"They should call the match!"
"This boy isn't a hero…"
"A group in the crowd has started booing!" Thanks Mic.
These pathetic pieces of shit! Acting like these kids out here didn't choose to be out here and fight! Don't undermine these kid's efforts, this is a battle! They are fighting, what do they expect?
"That's not the way someone who wants to be a hero acts, if you're so much stronger than her, then just throw her out of the ring! Not beat on the poor girl!" as many others yelled in agreement. Idiots… Before I could speak up, Yamada did it for me.
"But to be honest I kinda agree- ow! What gives!?" I hear a shuffle through the mic.
"Is the one who said he's toying with her a pro? How many years of active duty? If that is what you're taking away from this, then leave, no point in watching. Go home and start looking at job hunting sites."
Heh, Aizawa.
"She's come this far, and he knows her strength. His caution shows that he recognizes her as a worthy opponent. It's exactly because he wants to win so badly that there's no room for carelessness or holding back!" This hushed up the crowd greatly. Served them right.
The girl down below glared at the boy, wiping her face of the dirt and sweat that was accumulating. She has grit, that's for damn sure. What will you do now, Bakugo?
I see that she touched her finger tips together, I'm guessing it canceled her quirk because the objects came raining down. She also took off after him, trying to get him while he was distracted.
Come on!
BOOM!
Her attack and herself was blasted away in a fiery explosion. That boy's firepower is something different…
"What an explosion! Uraraka's secret plan just went up in smoke!" Thanks Yamada.
But the match was finished at this point.
Ochako, or Uraraka, sorry, fell over, probably due to exhaustion. It was an excellent match, I'd say. Bakugo displayed a sense of wariness and coupled with his understanding of her quirk, he was able to sufficiently counter her, well done. Uraraka displayed some ingenuity and cleverness as well, using her jacket as a decoy and then unleashing that attack. That was nice.
I leaned back in my chair as I took anoth-
"HEY!"
I jumped up. Man, I have future vision, but I couldn't even expect that? Sheesh…
I look behind me to see the hard rock himself, Kirishima.
"Mendoza!"
"Hey kid." we fist bumped each other as he grinned at me.
"Did ya see me out there? That guy was tough, but I feel like I can take him with this tie breaker! I thought you wouldn't be able to come!" He was excited, I can tell.
"Well, some things lined up for me, so I might as well watch, right? See my favorite customers beat the hell outta each other?"
He laughed at that as his expressions softened.
"I remember going to your restaurant, and seeing it all messed up! I thought you got hurt, or worse man-"
"Stop! You got a match to do! Focus up, you hard headed brat!" He was worried, but he couldn't get distracted. I appreciate it but he had something to do here, I should be the least of his concerns.
"Ah, you're right! Lemme show you how manly I am!"
"That's the spirit kid! Let em have it!" After a high five, he marched out towards the arena entrance.
It was an arm wrestling match. He won after a lot of struggle… is the other kid alright? They then shook hands afterwards, what sportsmanship…
Now I need to use the bathroom, if I can find it.
I waltzed into the halls, walking around and trying to follow the signs until I bumped into someone.
"My bad-" His body felt… hot?
"It's you."
Oh fuck.
Endeavor, the No. 2 hero stood before me, his glare piercing my body. I'm guessing he knows about the whole vigilante thing. I wouldn't be surprised, given his ranking.
"Yup."
"Is this some joke? Another charity case?"
Okay he is pushing it.
I always had a general dislike for this guy as well. Cares too much about becoming number one, what a fucking joke.
"And why does this matter to you? Don't you have some broken dreams to chase, old man?" Oops, my tongue slipped. Darn it. Whoops. Totally didn't mean that.
His glare intensified, as did his flames.
"Watch your tone!"
"You should watch yours. I don't feel any Number One energy from you with that type of tone. Well, I mean hey, it's alright. I know it's hard to accept it, but it's okay being second-rate!" And then I pat his shoulder with a smile. I'm so cooked.
Man, might as well plan the funeral now.
His glare before was dwarfed by the one he gave me right now. Flames billowed out of his body as he marched up towards me.
"You are nothing! You have always been nothing! You should be rotting in a cell, not walking along with the rest of us!"
"Heh, I might take that offer. I'd rather not walk among pathetic people like you."
"I pity you."
"I could say the same."
"You act like you amount to something!"
"The only thing you contribute to is climate change."
"You're pathetic! I'm done wasting my time on you!"
He begins to storm off, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.
"Hey! Second-rate! Take that scowl off your face, it ain't a good look for a little follower of All Might y'know!" If looks could kill I would be atomized at the very second. Endeavor, funny guy to mess with if you get him in the right spots.
Me and my mouth I swear.
Now then, that bathroom…
~~~~~
Okay, let's just speed through this. Totally not the author trying to speed things up. I'm the protag here!
Midoriya and Todoroki. Holy shit that was crazy. Midoriya is strong as hell, but breaks his body with a single attack? Damn! And that Todoroki kid is something dangerous, with that icy hot quirk… man, kids get stronger and stronger these days. Are you happy, Endeavor?? He probably was as he screamed his lungs out then and there…
Robot boy vs. vine girl. The most polite knockout I have seen. He just pushed her before she could even react…
Bird boy and Mina! She really tried her best, I can tell, but you can't melt a shadow with acid obviously. She got out with a single strike, much to her dismay. I gave her a thumbs up and a smile, much to her appreciation. Can't really bear to see her sad.
Kirishima vs. Bakugo. I already knew how this would go. Bakugo pelted the poor boy with explosions, and Kirishima's hardening couldn't take it. He tried his best, I suppose. Another thumbs up for him.
Semi-finals, here we go.
Robot got cleaned out by Todoroki, I already saw that coming with his ice.
The matchup between bird boy and Bakugo was pretty one sided, with Bakugo kicking his ass.
And now in the last match, Bakugo takes the win, but it felt a little weird because I can tell that Todoroki really didn't give his full power. If that's his choice, I suppose.
After that I just got ready to leave. I had done what I needed to do, enjoyed myself a little, and I'm sure the two brats are with their friends. I'm glad I got to watch them.
After All Might awards the medals, I take my leave.
As I somehow don't get lost in the place, I feel that chill in the back of my neck. So familiar, so unwelcome.
What now?
Man, everyday leaves me so anxious and paranoid…
Nothing that a crepe can't fix!
I march up to the little stand outside.
"Yeah, I'll take a strawberry, thank you very much." I await my order as I see the pedestrians mingle about, probably talking about the Sports Festival.
I walk some more on my way out, taking in the lively place. How nice. I don't really see the activity dying out any time soon…
I wonder how Aizawa and Yamada are doing…
I wonder how Midoryia is doing, he wasn't doing himself any favors with his whole "destroying your own body" quirk. How ironic, a quirkless kid gets a highly powerful quirk just like that. Sounds a little fishy, but I'm happy for him.
~~~~~
Japan Newsletter Office…
[??? POV]
Man.
I'm bored.
I felt like working for a sleazy news corporation would've been a little more exciting, but this is seriously boring! Shouldn't a 23 year old like me be experiencing excitement and craziness as a part of the job? It's all key mashing and filing papers, nothing else. I want to get promoted to field work… Damn you Japan Newsletter!
Last thing we tried to cover was the hero killer, but someone beat us to the jump big time…
I scroll through my emails and- what the hell?
An email… Well, obviously but this was different. It was addressed to me in my work email. Odd. It was from a jumbled mess of an email too. No one I recognize nor any official sources that we know of. Kinda creepy.
But I'm curious.
I open it up to see nothing else but a pdf. Named Jason_Mendoza… Who the fuck is that?
The other question is should I open it…
I mean…
It isn't gonna be too bad, right?
click-click
…
What…
What the fuck!?
Holy shit!
Ha… Hahaha!
Jason Mendoza… Also known as the hero Gran Profeta… Was a Vigilante!? And these documents… These pictures… The New York Incident… Now this… This is a story!
~~~~~
Musutafu Official News office…
[??? POV]
Hero Killer Strikes Again!
Nah, already used.
Silent But Deadly: Stain!
Eh…
Man, headlines can be so hard to create. Why can't I be more creative… I don't need the boss breathing down my neck! I got a job to keep here!
Man, what else can I do?
I take a look at my computer as a small notification pops up
You have one unread email!
Okay, let's see here…
That's weird, I don't recognize the sender. It's a weird amalgamation of letters and numbers, very peculiar. I see that whoever sent it was a pdf file of someone named Jason Mendoza… Sounds like a foreigner to me, so what gives? This is already looking a little shady, so why me of all people? This is my business email anyway…
I mean… It's not like I have anything important on this computer, so what the hell.
click-click
…
What in the world…
This guy is here? As a hero? With this sort of background? The more I read the deeper it gets! This is graphic, this is compelling! Interesting!
No one has been able to get insight on that incident in ages! This could be a big break!
I could actually get a promotion!
This is a story I got here, discovered by me!
~~~~~
Somewhere…
[??? POV]
"Ma! Can I get more noodles!?"
"Come down here and get it yourself!"
"I'm busy, you old hag!"
"Too fucking bad!"
Stupid bitch, doesn't even know the importance of what I do!
I run the most uncensored, raw site in Japan! Murders, slaughters, executions, wars, porn, all of that! Heroes, villains, ordinary people, you name it come to and are featured (without consent) on my site! I scratch my stubble as I type on my computer. Let's see what else I got here- Oh?
An email from… I dunno? That's odd, but okay.
Jason Mendoza… Who the fuck is that? Some random, I guess. Maybe this one has some juicy stuff I can also post. Maybe another execution?
Wha?
This is kinda weird…
Whoa…
Whoa!
WHOA!
HA!
Jason Mendoza, you are an unlucky man!
I wonder how the media would look at you if all of this is sent out? He would probably be irritated, even scared maybe…
But do I care?
Nope!
~~~~~
Somewhere in Deika…
[??? POV]
Hnn…
Pesky little rats, can't even understand a damn thing! I don't even know why these clowns were hired.
After laying them off, I return to my computers. Pathetic fools won't be needed in our journey!
I need to check a few things, nothing wrong with being prepared…
What's this!?
An email addressed to me personally!? No one but the Meta Liberation Army should be able to contact me! No way! Everything I made is foolproof!
I check the email, scanning it through… nothing!
No footprint!
Scrambled IPs…
I can't even pinpoint it in any sort of category. What is this!? No no no! Bastard! I will not fail! I will find this-
"Skeptic."
Ah! No, not in front of him!
"Sir! Everything is going according to-"
"Now, now, calm down, I see you simply fell upon a little roadblock is all" He said, his smile ever present on his face.
"I-I-"
"May I see it?"
"Yes sir!"
I immediately got out of the way so he could take a look. I'm not sure what compelled him to come here, but I am glad he did.
"Interesting… Can I click it?"
"The file!? Of course!" I was curious as well, why would someone with such anonymity send us something?
…
He's so… silent? What's wrong!?
"This insignia…"
I took a look as well, looking at what he noticed. It was black, in the shape of a coffin with a circle around it. There was a C in the middle of it. Wait… Oh!
"You recognize it?"
"Yes! But how? I thought they died out years ago!"
"I thought so too, but I suppose that is not the case. I wonder…" He paused, seemingly thinking.
"What should I do about you, Jason Mendoza? Skeptic, find out more about this, if you can."
"Right away, Redestro!"
~~~~~
UA
[Mina POV]
Man, I am tired! And I'm sore!
Darn you Tokoyami!
I groaned, as we all prepared to go home. Today was fun for sure, being out there and kicking ass was the shit!
I'm glad I got to see Mr. Mendoza out there, I thought he wouldn't be able to go! I looked down on my phone as I approached my friends, I wanna see how their experience went-
What!?
I immediately focused on the page I was reading. It was released, what, a couple minutes ago? By the Japan Newsletter… It was the headline I was more concerned with…
Wait…
Wait…
Holy shit…
I knew it…
"Kirishima! Get your ass over here!"
The golden retriever of a boy came speeding over.
"Whats up-"
"Look!"
I hold it up to his face.
"Uh, I can't really see it if it's that close-"
"Read it!"
"Okay okay! Uh, why should I read this any- Oh shit!" His eyes blew out wide as me and him read the rest of the post.
"No way… this has to be fake!"
"Yeah… has to be…"
There was a video attached to it too at the end…
Note: This video contains graphic content, view at your own discretion.
I clicked on it.
Echoes of gunfire and the crackling of flames could be heard as a camera catched one person, a man, running.
"Come on! Bring it!" The man spun his weapon.
"There he is!"
"Fire!"
Gunshots soon rang out, people in all black shot at the man, but then something strange happened…
The man didn't get shot.
He moved out of the way of all the bullets. Almost as if he knew where they were coming. The man slung his weapon at them, burying the weight into the men's skulls, shortly following with a devastating strike to their legs with the same weight. He whipped at the crowd with deadly precision, striking their joints and other vulnerable body parts.
"Gah! Fuck!" They crumpled to the ground.
"Terrorizing people and shit, come on now!" The man chasitized as he marched up to the men, still spinning his Kusarigama.
"Now then, where are they?" The man leans over one of the incapacitated men.
"I dunno-"
"Then die."
"No, nonono No! NO!" the man raised his hands as the other brought the blade up, before laughing.
"Hahaha! You guys are all tough until you face death!" The man prepares to question him again… before ducking away from an attack from behind. He faced the man, who was somehow still on his legs as he held his fists up.
"Ah. I thought I got you…"
The man stayed silent.
"Alright, I guess so!" He bolted at him, a violent grin on his face as he sent the blade at him, which his opponent barely dodged. He tried to throw a fist, aiming for the head.
He, however, was too slow. He wasn't able to pull back in time as the man led with a devastating hook shot to the abdomen. Following with a palm strike to the face.Then a sharp kick to the knee, making it bend inward. Then another to the abdomen…
It was a mix of wing chun and boxing, it was odd, but it definitely did the trick as Jason wailed on the man, before a last strike knocked him out cold.
"Sheesh…" The man surveyed his surroundings.
"I should have questioned him too… Oh well." He then marches off, unknowingly going towards the camera. He comes closer and closer until… The face of Jason Mendoza is on full display!
"Yeah that's him..."
"Yeah…"
I couldn't really understand… That explains all the scarring…
Mr. Mendoza, who are you really?
…
"The Prophet does sound cool though."
"Damn right it does."
I read more into it…
Wait, a murder?
Jason Mendoza can be seen in this photograph standing over the corpse of the violent and powerful villain, Vice.
And lo and behold, Mr. Mendoza himself stood over the body
Why does his face scare me so much!?
No way… No way at all! I thought he was just some delinquent turned into a working man, based on those scars.
I thought… I thought he was just the pizza guy…
~~~~~
[Mirko POV]
I stretched my legs, feeling the wind brush by me as I stood on a rooftop. I watch as the sun begins to make its descent across the horizon. This feels nice…
…
What the fuck am I doing!?
Ever since I met him it's thrown me all out of whack! That piece of shit!
Damn, now I'm thinking about him!
Bzz!
A notification. Probably a report of a crime or something, lets see here-
Menace in Disguise? Hero Known as Gran Profeta and His Violent Past!
What the shit?
I opened the little newsletter, scouring its contents…
This explains a whole lot… I knew you were different but I didn't think it was to this extent! This bastard here is crazy! That style of combat, that ferociousness!
Convictions of murder and violence, yadda yadda, New York Incident…
This guy…
"Jason Mendoza, your one crazy guy!" Tch, I gotta wipe this stupid smile off my face!
~~~~~
[Jason POV]
I calmly walk back to my boy Aizawa's crib, I don't expect him to pop in anytime soon though. I get that feeling again. Man, all the sudden I could feel myself sweating, my eyes looking over the crowded streets. My heart pumps in anticipation, but for what? I swear I have a love-hate relationship with my quirk, always getting me all agitated and everything.
I came upon the front door, digging in my pocket for the spare key Aizawa gave me. With a turn and a twist, I am inside. Now then, I should eat something before I head out-
Bzzz!
Bzzz!
Who is calling me right now!? Oh, it's Yamada, I wonder what he wants.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you!?"
Weird. He sounds worried.
"Aizawa's crib, why?"
"TURN ON THE TV!"
Okay? I reach for the remote and flick it on, as it automatically showed the news-
Wait…
"This just in, upcoming hero Gran Profeta and his past has just been leaked, numerous files are scattered all across the internet and brought to the newsletters. The leaker was anonymous, and untrackable. What is more compelling is the contents inside." it then flashed some screenshots of whatever they were talking about.
"This so-called hero was previously known as the Prophet, a then supposedly arrested vigilante in the United States. His crimes of vigilantism, unauthorized quirk use, and the murder of the villain Vice."
What.
"Along with this, gives more insight to the event known as the New York Incident, a terrible domestic tragedy in the United States that injured thousands. So the real question is…"
Wait.
"Can this man be trusted?"
Wait a fucking minute.
"Can this so-called hero be allowed to walk among us?"
Hold on.
"Was he involved in the incident? Was he involved with the League of Villains? Why is it that he is free?"
Are you kidding me?
"Can the murderer, Jason Mendoza, really be considered a hero-"
Ktch!
I turn off the TV.
"Did you see it!?" Yamada's voice rang out from my phone as I stood there.
What the hell.
What just happened.
Who… who the fuck did this!?
"Wait." I turn on the TV again. I rewind it to the point where it showed the screenshots, and then I saw it.
That insignia. It's blurry but I can recognize it whenever.
Holy shit.
They're still active.
The Crypt is still alive.
~~~~~
And that's about it, everybody! Sorry for the long time, I was kind of stuck with a chapter like this, I didn't know how to incorporate everything into this chapter and how to do the Sports Festival
Jason's identity has been revealed! The extent, you will see in the later chapters coming up. Obviously, someone from his past has come to bite him back, and is already making a bold and hasty move. Everyone who knows him now knows what he has done in the past, so what will they think?
What will happen to him now?
Anyways, thank you so much for reading, and I hope to see you next chapter! Buh bye ;)