Back to this schedule. Feels weird, not gonna lie. I mainly wanna get this arc out of the way; expect like. A dozen MORE chapters when we start with the next arc.
Anyways, please enjoy this chapter. Here's the Discord: /cgFmXz3qJ5
Two minutes after Mirio set off on his solo mission, he'd done it.
He'd caught up with Overhaul. He and Chronostasis were carrying Eri away from the compound, through the tunnels underground. Overhaul looked a bit peeved to see him standing before him.
"Sorry to bother you..." Mirio huffed. "But...we need to have a little chat."
Overhaul grimaced. "You again. "Catching up shouldn't have been a cakewalk. How did you get through Mimic's maze?"
"I took a shortcut." Mirio's eyes focused. "Now...I'm here for the girl."
Overhaul stared down Mirio for a second. He looked back at Eri.
"...you look like you're just a student, trying to act like a hero." Overhaul scoffed. "Last time, you turned a blind eye. It's not like this girl is hoping you'll save her...to her, you're no hero."
Mirio got angry hearing that. "She's why I'm here..."
"You're not getting the picture, huh? Okay." Overhaul turned away. Mirio rushed forward, but suddenly, everything around him felt...dizzy.
"I'll make it simple." Overhaul said. "You're going to die."
Mirio's sense of balance was shot, his head starting to throb as he could feel his vision starting to blur. When the human senses are dulled from the drinking of alcohol one of the first things that slowly leaves you is your sense of balance, potentially followed by sight or ability to speak. He couldn't keep himself up as he slowly slumped against one of the walls of the large hallways the group was in.
"Kehehehe-! Ya feelin' a lil' woozy bud?" A voice suddenly cackled out from above...
"Like ya just can't stand up straiiiight?!" The voice slurred again, the fetid stench of alcohol slowly filling the air as drops of what seemed to be traditional sake started to drop and plaster the ground below.
Mirio couldn't believe that he was being affected like this...it surely had to do with this guy's quirk, whoever he was. His vision was still blurry and he was starting to see doubles...
"BWAHAHAHA! ME TOO PAL! THAT'S WHY I AIN'T WALKIN' AROUND DOWN THERE!"
Mirio stumbled against a wall, and grunted. It must be his quirk that's doing that- what was that guy's name!? Deidoro...Sakai...or something... Mirio was feeling very woozy. He'd never had alcohol before, but this guy looked like he was drenched in it. Focus, Mirio! It can't end like this! Not with Eri in reach-
CLICK.
Mirio's instincts kicked in the second he heard that gun cock. BLAM. BLAM. He let the two bullets pass through him, and he tried to rush the guy firing at him...but he fell to the ground.
Even with his quirk still active, Mirio knew that he would need to get away from Sakai in order to properly stand a chance at finishing this fight. But now he had to deal with a second individual, one who had been standing by Overhaul the entire time Mirio had spoken, dressed in a plague doctor's mask he simply aimed the gun toward his target once again.
"Quite an interesting quirk you have, what kind of quirk is it?" His voice seemed to almost shift the very fabric of the air around him.
Mirio suddenly seemed to clench his fist before speaking; "Permeation! Everything passes right through me!"
Mirio covered his mouth. W-why did I just admit that in the heat of battle!? It just came out of me...
"Ahhh. That explains it. We were curious how you popped up here." Shin hummed.
"Missed every shot?! You suck, dude." Sakai laughed. "You feeling tipsy or what?"
"Be quiet." Shin coldly said.
"S-So..." Mirio found himself brushing some dirt off the side of his face; "You force people to talk." He seemed to be deducing that Shin's quirk was directly tied to something involving his speech.
"You're not someone who fights on the front lines, you're someone who has to stay in the back and keep hold of the prize...right?"
Shin scoffed. "I'm not like the rest of those pathetic pawns!" He began firing his gun again. "I am unique! I am permitted to bear witness to the master's ambitions!"
"What sort of sick and twisted ambitions involve your own daughter!?" Mirio countered.
Shin's brows seemed to raise behind his mask before he let out a soft chuckle; "Ah...Emotions are an unnecessary burden if our plans are to go smoothly. Even you are guilty of this, such as when you saw little Eri for the first time and simply ignored and turned a blind eye to her."
Mirio was about to counter, when something out of the shadows started firing at him. They weren't bullets- they were red 'disc' shaped projectiles that flew through the air, far faster than any other projectile. Mirio didn't recognize this as a quirk, but it still passed through his body without harm.
But the flurry of lasers didn't let up. Soon, pikes and missiles were mixed in, pushing Mirio further back.
"W-what the hell...is this!?" Mirio cursed.
"Tch-! Of course you two show up when you feel it necessary..." Shin added with a slight sigh before starting to look up toward the ceiling of the chamber to see two more figures having hidden in the shadow.
Mirio's eyes widened as two almost identical figures appeared from out of the shadows. Hooved feet, purple pads covering central joints, a belt, and four central lines on their helmet to provide outlines for their faces- they were
Sotoraggian assassins.
"Heyyyyy, bout time you guys showed up! Want a drink?" Sakai shoved his wine bottle in SixSix's face. A small arm shot out of the assassin's armor, grabbed the bottle and smashed it. The alien cursed at Sakai in some indecipherable language, but he didn't seem too offended. "Whatever, man."
SevenSeven just glanced at the boy on the ground and seemed to be a little bit less concerned about theatrics - they simply wished to be done with this as they motioned to SixSix to take as quickly as they wanted in dealing with this kid.
Aliens assassins! Crazy... Mirio frowned. These guys look armed to the teeth, too. But if they're wearing armor, that means they have a body that can't take attacks all that great. So, all I gotta do is phase my fist through that armor and aim for the gut.
Shin took another shot at Mirio. "Hey, kid...I was curious. When you ran into Eri, you wanted things to go smoothly, right?"
"That's...right." Mirio started to scowl as he looked back to Shin, letting the bullet phase through his body as he started to glance between each of the assailants. In all senses of the word, he was cornered...
One on the ceiling that made him lose equilibrium, alien assassins and a man capable of making him state a confession...
"Do you recognize how screwed you are?" Shin asked. "How hopeless this situation is for you?"
"...yes." Mirio admitted.
"When you heard about our plan, did the news tear you apart inside?" Shin continued.
"...yeah." His body was staggering. His spirit was shot. This boy would be devoid of any emotions with a few more questions.
"You want to save Eri...but she's simply a pretext to make you feel better about yourself, right?" Shin explained before starting to aim his gun toward Mirio once more
Mirio's figure slumped against the wall, and Shin smirked behind his mask. There it is…the folly of man.
Mirio's eyes widened with shock as he realized the truth in Shin's words. He had been so focused on saving Eri that he hadn't even considered his own motivations. Was it really just about making himself feel better? He couldn't deny that there was a part of him that wanted to prove himself as a hero, but he also genuinely cared about Eri and wanted to protect her.
As Shin's finger tightened on the trigger, Mirio's thoughts were racing. *I know I'm shouldering some really nasty Karma. To her, my actions must have seemed cruel...but still, rather than see us hurt, she chose to return to hell. She's...such a kind girl...*
Mirio clenched his fist. *It's a given that I'm weak...but I'm not one to be shaken by some guy with a gun!*
Before Shin could pull the trigger, Mirio's eyes narrowed in determination. He knew he had to act fast to protect himself and Eri. With a deep breath, he used his super move: Phantom Menace.
He phased into the wall, deactivated his quirk, and was now darting around the room at lightning speed. Shin's eyes widened in surprise as Mirio appeared behind him, striking him with a swift blow to the back of his head. Before Shin could react, Mirio was gone again, appearing above Sakai and delivering another powerful blow. The other members of the Shie Hassaikai, SixSix and SevenSeven, were also caught off guard as Mirio continued his barrage of strikes.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not one to go down so easily!" Mirio exclaimed as he darted around the room, striking his targets with lightning-fast blows. "Eri deserves a better future than one where she's trapped in the hands of criminals like you!"
The villains were starting to realize that they were outmatched by Mirio's incredible speed and intangibility. SixSix and SevenSeven lunged forward again, trying to catch Mirio off guard, but he was always one step ahead. He phased through their attacks effortlessly, and with each movement, his opponents grew more and more frustrated.
Mirio phased through the floor and appeared beneath the two villains. With a powerful upward strike, he launched them into the air, then darted up after them.
Mirio delivered a flurry of rapid-fire blows, striking SixSix and SevenSeven with incredible speed and precision. The two villains were completely overwhelmed by Mirio's Phantom Rush, unable to defend themselves against his barrage of attacks.
As the last of his attacks landed, Mirio landed on the ground, breathing heavily. SixSix and SevenSeven crashed to the floor, defeated and unconscious.
Sakai had recovered by now and was beginning to see the futility of their efforts. He knew that they couldn't win this fight, but he also knew that they couldn't just let Mirio walk away with Eri. He began to back away slowly, trying to make his escape.
Mirio noticed Sakai's retreat and realized that he couldn't let him get away. With a burst of speed, he phased through the walls, chasing after the escaping villain. In no time, Mirio had caught up to Sakai, and he delivered a powerful blow that sent him flying across the room.
"You messed with the wrong hero," he said, his voice filled with determination.
Mirio's attention turned to the one who had started all of this: Overhaul. The man had stopped to at the far end of the room, watching the battle unfold with a cold, calculating gaze.
"...so. You're more of a nuisance than I thought." He huffed, as Mirio disappeared into the ground.
"Where did he-?" Chrono muttered. As if to answer, Mirio reappeared behind the leader of the Hassaikai. Overhaul's eye darted to look over his shoulder, widening in shock as he saw the hero ready a strike.
"CHISAKI!" Mirio roared. Overhaul hated hearing that name, nowadays. He leaned back, avoiding the back-handed fist strike that the permeation hero sent his way. Chrono wasn't so lucky, however. He thought there would be no way that a principled hero like this would dare strike him, not when he's holding a kid. The sheer incorrectness of his statement literally hit him in the face. As Overhaul ducked under Mirio's attack, the hero followed up with a powerful kick aimed at the yakuza aide. Mirio's foot phased through Eri before making solid contact with Chrono's face. The hit sent the second in command flying, forcing him to release his grip on Eri. The young girl flew through the air and time seemed to slow down for her.
"W-why..." Eri muttered, "Y-you...you need to stay away...o-or he'll kill you!" Mirio didn't answer at first. Instead, he dove and managed to catch the girl before she could even get close to the ground. Overhaul righted himself and locked eyes with Mirio, cold fury burning behind them.
"I failed you once," Mirio admitted, "Not letting that happen again. I promise you, Eri, I will be your hero!"
The permeation hero steeled himself for the coming attack. Chisaki wouldn't just let him walk out of here. But there was no mad lunge, at least, not yet. Instead, the plague masked leader of the yakuza began to rub at his skin.
"Disgusting..." he muttered, almost ignoring the hero, "Eri...get back here. Now. How many times do I need to say it before the lesson sticks? Hm? How many lives need to end so that you can learn to be obedient?"
"No...no, no, he's gonna-!" Eri panicked.
"You don't need to listen to him!" Mirio said, trying to drown out Chisaki's words.
"I've told you so...often...that YOUR selfishness causes me to get MY hands dirty. Every move you make, every word you say is cursed. People throw themselves into the proverbial fire for you! Your very existence is CURSED!" Overhaul yelled, his words ringing louder in the poor girl's head than Mirio's.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?!" Mirio yelled.
Overhaul blinked.
"Oh...that's right. I did tell you that when we first met," Overhaul realized, "I don't have any children." With that bombshell still fresh in the air, Overhaul touched the ground and the stone floor erupted into pieces.
Mirio, with Eri still in his arms, quickly phased through the debris, dodging the sharp stone fragments as they shot up around him. He raised Eri up to avoid her getting injured.
Overhaul touched the ground again, reforming it into a multitude of spikes to stab at Mirio. Mirio's reflexes kicked in as he dodged and weaved through the sharp spikes. Eri held on tightly to him, whimpering in fear.
"You're even aiming for the girl!?" Mirio's rage was rising.
"Breaking her down won't slow me down. I can just restore her back to normal if something happened...and she knows that." Overhaul glared.
Mirio gritted his teeth. He couldn't let Eri fall into Overhaul's hands again.
"You're sick," Mirio growled, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "I won't let you hurt her anymore!"
"With my power, I can heal her as quickly you'd put a band-aid on. But your power...you really think you can fight and doge all my attacks while carrying her? Huh...school-boy? And don't think even think about running..." Overhaul said smugly, "My little remodeling stunt sealed up the exit. You can't fight me and you can't run from me. Not without leaving her behind."
Mirio gritted his teeth when he realized what was happening. He couldn't fight Overhaul while carrying Eri, but he also couldn't just leave her behind. He had to come up with a plan quickly.
Chrono grunted, as he got back up. "And your quirk...I'll seal it off once I plug him with one of these."
Mirio swayed. Thought he was knocked out, but I was off. That drunk's quirk must still be affecting me.
"Shoot the arm he's carrying Eri with," Overhaul ordered.
"I have to admit...he's trained himself well, using his Quirk so precisely like that," Chrono said, taking aim with his pistol.
"Stop praising him and-" Overhaul touched the ground again and destroyed the spikes nearest to Mirio, all so that his aide could take the shot unimpeded.
Mirio saw the glint of the gun in Chrono's hand and knew what was coming. He had to act fast. The spikes quickly crumbled, as Mirio quickly swung his cape around. "Sorry about this, he apologized." Chrono took the shot, and the bullets passed through his cape.
"He's hiding his body to throw off my aim!" Chrono cursed. "Thought the cape was just for show..." Mirio didn't have time to revel in his success. He had to keep moving.
And that meant...doing something tough.
"I'll be right back," Mirio told Eri.
"Wait...CHRONO!" Overhaul yelled. Before the white-cloaked aide could react, Mirio shot up from the ground, about into the yakuza with a powerful uppercut. Overhaul's reaction was immediate, though. He touched the ground and a trio of stone pillars erupted from the ground and launched his aide out of the way of the strike. Mirio's arm phased through one of the newly created pillars, his fist only connecting with the air.
"Apologies Master Overhaul!" Chrono called out.
Worry about apologies later, Overhaul mentally chastised his subordinate, before a sick idea struck him. His eyes darted over and locked onto where the hero's cape still rested, wrapped around the little girl he'd come to save. His strength, his resolve, all would be shattered so long as he destroyed her. The plague-masked boss made a break for it, hand outstretched to simple tap Eri and break her down like so many previous times.
Mirio's eyes widened as he saw Overhaul sprint towards him and Eri. He had to act fast to protect her. Without hesitation, he activated his Quirk and phased himself behind Overhaul, just as the villain's hand reached out for Eri.
Overhaul was caught off guard by Mirio's sudden appearance and instinctively tried to swipe at him. But Mirio's training and quick reflexes allowed him to phase his fist through Overhaul's hand, and he delivered a powerful punch to the villain's face. The impact was enough to knock off his mask, revealing his face underneath.
Overhaul stumbled backwards, falling and tumbling to the ground. He cursed, as Mirio yelled. "The reason heroes wear capes...is to wrap up and protect those in pain!"
"Diseased all the way through aren't you?! Completely contaminated with being a 'hero-'" Overhaul hissed.
"I'm diseased?! You made a business out of taking an innocent girl and turning her very body into bullets! By your own admission, you've broken her down and revived her countless times! I can't even imagine what kind of abuse that is and you say I'm the diseased one CHISAKI?!" Mirio countered. On the utterance of his old name, Overhaul's guard lowered just enough for Mirio to land a powerful elbow to the back of the yakuza's neck.
"You don't...get to call me...that," Overhaul groaned as he hit the floor, his mind flashing back to the day he met who he'd affectionately called "Pops." So much of his past was a blur and he preferred it that way, but he'd never forget the day that he became yakuza. He was a street urchin, just another kid that slipped through the cracks of the system. Not exactly the most glamorous origin story for him, was it? But he was found by the real leader of the Hassaikai, the man who was only known by Boss.
"Got a place to go, kid?" Boss asked gently, "Got a name? Can...can you even talk?"
"...Kai. Kai Chisaki," the younger, past version of Overhaul said.
"I've...ABANDONED THAT NAME!" the present Overhaul roared.
Overhaul's mind was clouded with anger and memories, his vision blurring as he got up, the mask now completely gone from his face. He glared at Mirio with bloodshot eyes and began to go on a rampage. He touched the ground again, and fragments of stone began to rise up around him, reforming into deadly stone daggers, spears, and other sharp objects.
Mirio knew he had to act fast, but the sheer number and ferocity of the projectiles made it nearly impossible to dodge them all.
While his body rampaged, Overhaul's mind focused on another distant memory. He was about...maybe four years younger than he was now? Still high ranking in the organization, but he hadn't yet adopted his trademark mask. Instead, he wore a simple black surgical-style mask. In this memory, he stood before Boss as the elderly yakuza let out a sigh.
"The Todo gang just disbanded," the yakuza kingpin said, "Our world's shrinking by the day."
"If things keep going like this, we'll need to adapt in order to survive. Have...you given it any thought? The plan I proposed?" the younger Chisaki asked.
"It's not a plan. It's an obsession, Kai. I'm sorry for sounding so harsh but what you're suggesting...it's inhumane. Should you actually consider this path, it would kill the bonds that tie the Hassaikai together. For who would follow such...heresy?"
Those words...stung. Here he was, trying to give back just a bit more to the man who gave him everything...and he was being told no? He was being...rejected? That didn't make sense. His plan would work! It would put the Hassaikai on the top of the world! Or at least the top of Japan! He could think about international operations later, if it ever appealed to him.
But, the backstory of Overhaul was not the only one pushing someone to great lengths.
Let's jump back to one of the Eight Bullets that had been so brutally trounced by the Permeation hero. Let's shift focus to Shin Nemoto. Nemoto was, by all intents and purposes, an ordinary businessman. But, as was the case of so many villain backstories, his Quirk brought him misfortune. Nemoto used his Quirk to simply get the truth out of people, be it on the smallest question or the most life-changing revelation. And every time, he discovered they were lying. And when he asked why they lied, they got flustered, embarrassed, and they pushed him away. All he wanted was a friend he could trust.
And then, one day, he met Overhaul. It wasn't something groundbreaking, like being down on your luck and being saved by him or being recruited from the boxing ring of a fight club. No, Nemoto met Overhaul at a bar one day. The two men actually got to talking as if they were old drinking buddies. Something must have clicked with Overhaul that day because, the next time Nemoto went to that bar, he made him an offer...
"Join me," Overhaul said, "It's reassuring to have you around."
That trust, that was what drove Shin Nemoto as he crawled across the ground, forcing himself to stay conscious despite his beating.
"I have...to stay...by my master's...side!" he resolved. He found a crack in the supposedly sealed off room and squeezed through. He grunted and thudded to the ground, breaking Overhaul out of his rampage.
"Nemoto!" Overhaul said. He reached into his coat pocket and tossed the masked villain a case of bullets, the six completed Quirk Deleter bullets.
"SHOOT HIM!" the yakuza boss yelled.
Nemoto hesitated, staring down at the case of bullets in his hands. He knew he couldn't afford to waste a single shot, not with Mirio's body flickering in and out of existence with each phase. Chrono was out cold too...no help there. His mind raced as he tried to figure out where to aim, how to keep Mirio from phasing out of the way, just something of use... But then, as he scanned the room, his eyes locked onto Eri.
The young girl's eyes were wide with fear and confusion as she cowered in the corner.
Nemoto got a horrible idea.
He knew what he had to do, but the thought of it made his stomach churn. He couldn't believe he was even considering this. He had never hurt a child before, let alone a defenseless little girl like Eri. But the desperation to please his master, to prove his worth to the Hassaikai, clouded his judgment.
"I hope...God forgives me for this...because I know no human would," Nemoto gasped in pain. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The Quirk Deleter bullet flew from the barrel of the gun and began to race toward the defenseless Eri.
Eri felt a surge of panic and despair wash over her as she saw the bullet hurtling towards her. For a moment, she simply closed her eyes and accepted what was about to happen, ready to bear the consequences of her own existence.
...but Mirio refused this.
Eri didn't scream or cry at all the violence. She stayed silent. The way she braced for pain, as if she had no other choice- she was just used to surviving. All that agony and fear...she knew it first hand.
There was no way Mirio was going to let her down again.
With determination in his eyes, Mirio leaped into action. His body flickered in and out of existence as he moved with blinding speed, racing towards Eri to intercept the Quirk Deleter bullet. He couldn't let it hit her. He wouldn't let it.
He jumped in the way, shielding the small girl from the round fired at her. He looked to Eri with a smile, one that would inspire hope, one that would console her no matter what happened next.
And then the Quirk Deleter pierced Mirio's suit and skin.
Pain lanced through Mirio's body as the bullet struck him, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let himself fall. He knew what was at stake, and he wouldn't let Eri or anyone else be harmed by the likes of Overhaul and his minions.
Mirio's body began to convulse and he felt his Quirk fading away. It was a strange sensation, like a part of him was being ripped away, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
I don't care if all my hardwork disappears.
I can't let you down again.
You won't be in pain...ever again.
...Overhaul started laughing.
"I...did it...Master Overhaul...I did it," Nemoto said. His words didn't even reach Overhaul's ears, drowned out by the yakuza leader's laughter.
"Quirks! They make people's dreams come true, let us become something new, something we see as better! It's...it's funny! The power of the girl you tried to save, her very own QUIRK, has robbed you of yours! She's stolen everything you've worked so hard to achieve!" Overhaul laughed, "SHE REDUCED IT TO NOTHING!"
Despite losing his quirk, Mirio refused to give up. He gritted his teeth and charged at Overhaul, determined to take down the man who had caused so much pain and suffering. He picked up Chrono's unconscious body and threw it at Overhaul, hoping to distract him.
As Overhaul stumbled backward, Mirio seized the opportunity and landed a punch that broke the yakuza leader's arm. Overhaul cursed in pain, but he didn't stop laughing.
"Is this...is this all you've got?" he sneered, his broken arm dangling uselessly at his side. He tapped it with his one good arm, and repaired it. "Without your quirk, you're nothing!"
But Mirio didn't listen to him. "Predict his movements..."He continued to fight with everything he had, throwing punches and kicks with incredible speed and precision. Even without his quirk, he was still a formidable opponent, and he refused to give up until Overhaul was defeated.
His Quirk...he's lost it, Nemoto thought as he watched on. Mirio dodged one of Overhaul's swipes, aimed at breaking Mirio down to nothing and leaving as just a red smear on the remodeled stone. But Mirio's speed, his reflexes, they weren't gone, only his permeation.
His drive...it's all because...he believes that he owes that girl a debt? Nemoto wondered, Who...no...-what- is this kid?!
"YOU'VE WASTED YOUR CHANCE, HERO! WHAT GOOD CAN YOU DO WITHOUT A POWER?" Overhaul yelled.
"None of what I've done was a waste!" Mirio screamed back. "I'M STILL LEMILLION!"
Overhaul's frustration boiled over as he lunged at Mirio, attempting to grab him and use his Quirk to dismantle him from the inside out. But Mirio was fast and agile, dodging every swipe and punch thrown his way. He refused to let Overhaul land a single blow on him, despite the odds stacked against him.
Overhaul's attacks became more frenzied and desperate as Mirio continued to evade them. Mirio could see the panic in Overhaul's eyes, a sign that he was losing control. Predict and counter. He repeated in his head. He watched as Overhaul's hand came at him, aimed for his neck. Mirio ducked and countered with a swift punch to Overhaul's ribs, causing him to stumble back in pain.
Overhaul slammed his hand into the ground, and made a bunch of spikes. I know you can't avoid this! Get skewered, you disease-!
But before Overhaul could finish his sentence, Mirio was already in motion. He saw an opening in the pattern of spikes and launched himself towards it, ducking and weaving as he went. Overhaul's attack missed by inches as Mirio landed behind him.
"Is that all you've got?" Mirio taunted, before kicking him in the face.
And then Overhaul smirked.
"Not. At. All," Overhaul growled before he slammed down his hands on the ground again. A series of spikes erupted from the ground and raced...towards Eri. How low could this yakuza thug sink?
Mirio's heart raced as he watched the spikes heading towards Eri. He knew he had to act fast. With all his might, he launched himself towards Eri, grabbing her and pulling her out of harm's way just as the spikes impaled the ground where she was just moments before. He raised her above his head, to prevent the spikes from reaching her.
Mirio's body was riddled with wounds, but he ignored the pain and held onto Eri tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. And he was still smiling...
Overhaul gave one more twisting hand motion on the ground and summoned up one final spike. It shot up and stabbed into Mirio's side with a horrible cacophony of fabric and flesh tearing.
"You said you wanted to be a hero, LEMILLION?!" Overhaul roared, "You're infected! This whole SOCIETY is infected and I will provide the PERFECT CURE!"
"CHISAKI!" Mirio roared.
"I TOLD YOU THAT'S NOT MY NAME ANYMORE!"
Before the plague-masked villain could execute his true killing stroke, the walls on the side and back of the room began to give way.
Mirio's backup had arrived.