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"You motherfucker!"
A solid punch, where the sixth inheritor thought the face of the blacked out figure was, sent the nameless personality crashing into the wall of the meeting hall where they all convened at times. Crashing into the white surface of the wall right next to the fireplace held resiliently, making the impact that much more painful when he collided with the sturdy surface. Nobody wanted to even look at the individual after what they discovered he did to Izuku when the boy was forced back into One for All to be abused by him. He just spat out black blood matching the same absolute black that his body had before slumping onto his ass with the wall to his back.
"You've been nothing but an asshole the second you made yourself known to all of us. We should have kicked you out from the very start."
An incredulous single laugh through his nose confused the other inheritors as to what he was thinking after being decked in the face. Laying out the truth for them felt like the least he could do for these self righteous former heroes.
"For what? Because I wasn't running around in my pajamas, like the rest of you? Or maybe it has to do with the fact I didn't fuck up and died a meaningless death like the rest of you. One of you even wasted decades of his life just fucking around in the mountains, for what, passing on a better chance for the next guy?!"
Picking himself back off the ground with just a push off the black marbled floor had the shadow now facing the group of heroes with real venom in his biting words.
"That isn't noble, that's washing your fucking hands for the next poor sap to do your dirty work! None of you even gave a shit about the kid enough to consider his future, have you? Honestly, it's pathetic that none of you have seen how much shit he's going through due to your self appointed little crusade against evil."
"Now, listen! We never claimed-"
"Shut the FUCK up, first! I'm not done calling out your shit!"
The intensity of the hatred hitting his entire body took away the first inheritor's ability to breathe for a moment. This level of intense negative emotions reminded him of his now seemingly deceased brother and the corrupted personality he possessed as a human being. Everyone in the room was temporarily stunned at the level of vitriol they felt this inheritor held for them all.
His anger kept him going in pointing out everything that had made him do what he did to Izuku to prevent the boy from going too far. Though it was extremely early in its growth, he could recognize anger when he saw it. Midoriya already had the beginnings of a truly ugly rage incubating within him.
"All for One is dead! That should be the end of it for you all! Yet here we are ladies and gentlemen! Still goading the kid to go after something even more dangerous because you can't leave well enough alone!"
A bit of hesitation finally developed in the inheritors after hearing how matter of fact that the unknown inheritor sounded while pointing out their problems.
"You all pretend to be on his side from the very start when you all shoved your personal bullshit onto him! You!"
Pointing to the second inheritor, the usually stoic man felt exposed for some reason from being placed under the lens of this conversation.
"Spouting about how you were a soldier in a real war and judging Izuku to be unworthy at the start truly sickens me to this date. You're the one who failed to kill the rotten son of a bitch in the first place, yet you deprived the one person to finish what you started because of your ego. War isn't something to dangle over the head of the one picking up your slack. The fact you left a kid vulnerable without something that could help him survive just tells me you need to go fuck yourself…"
Anger coursed through his veins as he shot a death glare at the one spewing their wrath towards him. An impulse to kill his other inheritor drove him off the edge and caused him to charge at him with his fist drawn back. Before anybody could see what happened next, the second had been suddenly sent to the ground by a right hook to his head. He slammed into the marble hard enough to crack the floor.
Groaning out of agony was all he could do as the shade just moved on from the attack and pointed to the sole woman in their midst.
"And you… The nerve of you to ask a sixteen year old kid to clean up your mistake by having him kill your grandson. Your last living blood…"
Horror in Nana's eyes pinned her to the floor while she too got her share of the accusations.
"Your grandson was five when he killed his family. Five. He went through the worst of it because your son, his father, thought you just didn't give a shit. In a way he was right."
Those words cracked the barrier of her psyche. It all felt too much for her to handle the truth being delivered in such a heartless and cruel manner from an enraged stranger who was angry at her for making irreversible mistakes. Her son was dead at the hands of her grandson. Nothing could wash Touya's hands of his family's blood. Nothing could bring back the people he killed. All of it starting from her decision to leave her only child behind for her mission as a hero.
"You can fool yourself. You can fool the others. Just don't try to pull the wool over my eyes. Even though you know deep down you saw it as an act of selflessness to create the illusion you were just doing the right thing. When you chose between being a mother and being a hero, you picked them over your family. Those miserable brainless idiots who almost tore each other apart when they saw the need to act like violent cretins over their perfect lives being challenged. It was them you chose over the one who needed you the most. The only one who could have loved you no matter what. You chose their love over his."
Now the other inheritors had enough of his shit. Right as the sixth wanted to pull out his quirk to teach the shadow some respect, he too was hit with an impact that sent him to the floor. A boot pinned the man down with just the right amount of force to make him struggle to breathe while not suffocating him either. Nobody had seen him move until after one of their own had been knocked down.
As Nana felt her tears threatening to break loose, the shadow spoke to all the inheritors present.
"None of you are the heroes you once claimed to be. All your decisions, all this conflict, pulling in a boy to fight your battles… Aren't any of you the least bit ashamed? Can none of you come to terms with the fact that you all failed miserably? For once in your existence…"
The first inheritor saw something in the way that the mysterious individual spoke and acted. Tightness in his voice as well as his barely visible fist indicated that these harsh words of his were coming from a place within him that evoked his anger and frustrations.
If he didn't know any better, he could even see there was a feeling of helplessness in the way that he acted so bitterly towards the others.
"Just let Izuku find his own path. The constant reminders of him being some sort of destined hero for others, it just… I can't…"
For the first time since his introduction, the shadow looked to be at a loss of words. Something he wanted the others to know yet couldn't tell them left the inheritors all confused. Even the sixth one felt the boot come off his neck as the mystery inheritor backed off to let the man pick himself back up.
Everyone just backed off away from the individual, all except for Nana. She cried miserably at the fact her family suffered from a reckless decision to allow her to keep pursuing the life of a hero. Now all she had to show for it was a missing grandson and a dead family.
Her fellow inheritors wanted to comfort the poor soul. The problem was that none of them knew what to say to her.
"... After he loses, never mention him to Izuku ever again."
They all knew of who he was referring to. Something about the way he said it told them that he wasn't asking them of this as a kind favor. Again, that bitter rage he gave off made the inheritor's skins crawl.
"If any of you ever encourage him to risk his life in a reckless way ever again…"
His lack of visible eyes didn't detract how heavy his stare felt upon those he looked at. All of them felt cut down to size under his gaze as he pierced their bodies with his hatred.
"I'll hunt you down and watch you bleed to death on the floor."
Earlier
Surrounding the infamous Bloodsoaked out in the middle of the empty streets of Musutafu were hundreds of heroes. An almost perfect circle encompassed him without any physical way for him to just escape. Running away or taking flight by some other means would put him under fire from the snipers if he went too high up. Underground methinds were cut off by the heroes who were entering the underground sewer systems. Whatever they needed to keep this man cornered had been done in the sole attempt to keep him from escaping.
As part of the plan, the heroes were all being the most significant method of offensive against Bloodsoaked. Their actual way of attacking the killer fell upon the law enforcement that the government utilized.
Having Bloodsoaked be too focused on the numbers of heroes would help shield the officers from his periphery. They would be placed within strategic locations in order for them to utilize their firepower in taking down the killer. A multitude of weapons and firearms would be implemented in eliminating the threat no matter what.
A tense silence had everyone standing off against the one person center stage of the action. He then decided to hook his two weapons in his hands back onto the back of his harness underneath the jacket before yanking out a solid metal alloy rod. Although it looked like a laughably lame weapon to some, nobody in the hero group even broke into a smirk after the things they saw Bloodsoaked do in recent memory.
With a black stick in his hand, the quiet suddenly broke when the entire wave of heroes all charged in all at once to either incapacitate or kill the legend himself.
Everyone closed in on the killer. No windows of escape existed for him to take without having dozens of heroes cut him off. They all had him dead to rights as the distance between them and him shrank downwards until the empty circle practically disappeared with the heroes all about to crush him into pulp with their first attacks.
This first assault resulted in the circle reforming with about fifteen meters to spare as Bloodsoaked moved with enough speed to strike at all the heroes within his range and use their bodies to force the others behind them backwards. He held his stance in the middle of the crowd with his metal rod raised over the opposite shoulder, ready to strike back at anybody else who wanted to get into his range of striking. The heroes all knocked back with a strike from his weapon needed help to be carried away with broken ribs and internal bruising immobilizing their bodies. It left all of them speechless that an all out assault from all sides was easily repelled by one man and his stick.
His eyes couldn't be seen, though that didn't mean they weren't nervous as he scanned the crowd with a stare that could have set fire to a field of dry grass with its heated intensity. Rushing in with brute force wasn't going to cut it anymore. They needed to implement their training if the heroes wanted to complete their roles properly.
Giving each other space, they all backed up to widen the open circle so that they could send in a strategic amount of combatants. About twenty meters of clearance from the edge of the group to where Bloodsoaked stood was cleared before the heroes steeled their nerves and started to send in a more controlled amount of individuals from every angle to take on this sadistic killer. Some of the braver souls were the first to lunge in against the man ready for the fight of a lifetime.
First to go down with a strike to their skull and a knee into their head after doubling over from the head injury was a middle aged hero with a quirk to absorb physical attacks to enhance his strength. Unfortunately, the amount of force only absorbed the initial impact of the blow for his needs. Any additional force if they followed through couldn't be as easily absorbed. The speed of the blow gave enough follow through to make his brain still collide with the inside of his skull, knocking him down even before he got kneed in the face. He went down like a bag of cement dropped from the second story.
Thinking he had exposed a blind spot, two heroes closed in from the rear for a sneak attack. Their punishment came in the form of one being shoulder checked hard enough to feel like a garbage truck hit her at full speed. The other hero couldn't readjust their aim quickly enough to stop the single strike to their neck. As the second hero went down, Bloodsoaked grabbed the stunned hero he tackled and threw her at the densest part of the charging group. Many of them were forced to catch their ally before she went tumbling across the road.
Taking advantage of this, the ones distracted by the unconscious heroine thrown at them were unable to block the strikes Bloodsoaked launched against all of them. Now he was the one on the offensive as he now moved into the crowds of heroes itself.
Everything fell into a chaotic mess as now the numerous heroes trying to stop this man were all being eliminated by the dozens. None of their advantages showed here. They dropped like flies as only one man had the hundreds of heroes all around him on the defensive.
The first step in offense now had an opportunity to arise for the heroes. Perched up all around the city were the dozens of snipers taking aim at the one fighting like an enraged lion. Their comms allowed the shooters taking aim to mark their target and coordinate their shots as necessary. Waiting for the right window, the shooters started to fire at Bloodsoaked in rapid succession.
Not a single shot hit its intended mark as he both dodged some shots while shattering the others in midair right next to him with his weapon. Here was this person who was both fighting back an army while avoiding the many bullets raining down on him by expert marksmen from all sorts of hidden angles without breaking pace. He started to take on the image of a twisted embodiment of war in the eyes of the heroes still trying to bring down this cruel murderer.
Elsewhere
Izuku fell back behind his squad leader as the reports were coming in regarding how one sided the fight had been. Mirko let her team know that they were about a few minutes till they arrived on the scene to let them prepare for the fight ahead.
Somewhere deep inside of Izuku, he felt the unsettling winds of change shake his resolve. This fight would be unlike anything he's ever encountered in the past. Who Bloodsoaked was still evaded Midoriya. They clearly had some sort of strange unexplained connection through both One for All and All for One. Not only that, the mysterious warnings and the unknown tenth inheritor within his quirk were also directly connected to the person.
Still, there was a fight to be won. Being distracted now would only endanger himself as well as his teammates. Taking a deep breath, Izuku kept his eyes forward and prepared to go all out.
The world he wanted to bring about needed Bloodsoaked to be taken down before peace could take place.