My Hokuto Academia
AN: Just a fair bit of warning, there will be SPOILERS for both My Hero Academia [Vigilantes too], Hokuto no Ken, and Souten no Ken (and its continuation, Regenesis).
I DO NOT own Hokuto no Ken or My Hero Academia, they belong to their respective creators, Tetsuo Hara, Buronson, and Kohei Horikoshi. Support the official releases, especially of Souten no Ken. Support the official release! Mainly for emphasis!
Italics = Flashback
"Italics" = Speaking in a Different Language
'Italics' = Inner Thoughts
Italics = Flashback
"BOLD" = All-Might's tone or Present Mic [excited]
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Turning Point: Ying & Yang
Might Tower
"Did Shichisei really leave that big of an impact on you?" asked Togata to Yagi. The older man nodded yes but Togata knew there was more to that, if anything, he was 100% sure that he had more encounters with the vigilante aside from that one account.
"To say that would be an understatement," Yagi responded. "Other pro heroes have noted of his lethality."
"Wait, what?!"
"Yes, other heroes have run into Shichisei. However, only a few of those encounters ever ended in a fight," Yagi responded, a bit dour. Mirio had to ask which ones and most of all, how did he know. "Three come to mind. Yoroi Musha, Fourth Kind, and Mr. Brave. How did I know? My beating by HIS hands reached a few of my fellows' ears. Three stepped forward and told me their previous encounters."
Mirio was absorbing all of this, letting the man speak. If anything, it might give him more insight into how Shichisei fights and maybe, just maybe, find a blind spot. Call it a feeling at the back of his head, but he had an inkling that his Quirk can only take him so far.
"Before I continue, there are a few things you must know about the three heroes I mentioned."
"Are they professional fighters, so to say?" Mirio asked. "My memory may not be the best but I am sure I saw Fourth Kind do a kickboxing match for char-"
"Correct, Young Togata," Yagi interjected. "Yoroi Musha was a Kendo champion in his school days; Fourth Kind was a champion in both Kickboxing and Bogu Karate; Mr. Brave, believe it or not, was a street fighter in his high school years."
Togata's eyes twitched a bit, now wondering... how strong is this Shichisei in reality. Wait, dumb question, he thought. This vigilante was able to go one-on-one with All-Might himself. And most of all, injure him! Only one other was capable of that and he was the Symbol of Evil. However, there was another question that came up.
"Did their Quirks at least tip the scales in their favor?" the third-year asked. "A little, right?"
Yagi sighed, knowing that his successor wouldn't like the answer. "For a small moment, but that's another aspect of Shichisei. He was able to analyze their fighting styles and counter them... and one of them was a swordsman of all people!"
Togata flinched a bit, Yagi was rarely this incensed. However, he took a deep breath or two.
"I apologize for that but this Shichisei frustrates me to no end. Especially since he got a slap on the wrist during his trial."
"House arrest, right?"
"Yes..."
Mon Cara City, Hiroshima Prefecture
A small team of Pro Heroes was hunting down a known villain by the name of Death Mantis. Said villain was noted to be dangerous because of his skills in close-quarters combat than his Quirk, he made that point clear when he slew a local pro by slicing through one to three arteries. The local pro ended up dying via blood loss.
The team was informed that Death Mantis was likely trying to hitch a boat back to China, confirming that he's trying to flee the country. [Siwang Lang] As the team was searching through Mon Cara City's shipyards, they had a photo of the criminal: above average height, combed back hair, slim build, and more importantly, he had a poor grasp of the Japanese language.
"This guy can't be that damn hard to find," muttered the leader of the team. He was tall, wide-set, and most of all wore a plain black suit as his hero outfit.
Hero Name: Fourth Kind
Quirk: Quad Arms - The user has an extra pair of arms allowing him to get the edge in close-quarters combat!
"Sir, once we make contact, what's your plan?" said another pro whose outfit and demeanor was that of a knight.
"That's easy, we box him in. However, we need to lead him away from the shipyards," responded the suit-wearing hero.
"One question, is Death Mantis a solo or team player?" piped up a hero wearing a blue bodysuit with a dark blue stripe wrapped around his eye and head.
"Only once. Otherwise, he plays solo."
"Hmm… anything else we need to be aware of?"
"Don't engage him one-on-one," Fourth Kind added. The other two nodded in response. "On top of that, fight him from a distance if you have to."
"Sir, I'm still new. Does he-"
"No, he fights bare-handed. That's all we know." With that, the team continued their search. The knight hero, revealing his name to be Honorbound, asked if the city proper's next. An implicit silence was his answer. Mon Cala Shipyard was in view but to their dismay, there were two large cargo ships.
"We need to find a list of departures… now!"
"Wait a minute, were any of those coming from China?"
"No. The opposite actually," Yagi responded. "They belonged to two metalworking companies looking to expand beyond Japan."
"Ah, okay. Sorry for interrupting again, sir."
"It's no issue, Young Togata."
Fourth Kind talked to one of the foremen, managing to get a schedule for departure times, specifically for those two cargo ships. One hour and 30 minutes from now. This was risky to do so, especially when he said not to Death Mantis him one-on-one. After a few moments of deliberation, he decided to split the team up the way he knew how.
The first cargo ship, Dauntless, would be searched by X-Less. The second one titled Marytr would be searched by Honorbound and Fourth Kind. It wasn't a perfect plan but at least it was feasible. The two teams separated.
As the second team was searching through the cargo ship, Honorbound was searching a small cargo area but it turned up empty. Fourth Kind had the same result, frustrating him a bit. The knight hero wondered if the villain in question had a Quirk that can hide his presence.
"No."
"Then what is it then?"
"Death Mantis's Quirk is called Dispersal. Each hit he takes? The impact is dispersed upon contact but it can be overwhelmed with enough power."
"So that's how he was able to kill that local pro..." Honorbound muttered. "You think X-Less will be okay?"
"Despite the bright costume, he's always been the cautious type, I should know."
Fourth Kind knew because X-Less was more of a long-range fighter because of his Quirk, Laser. Add the cautiousness on top of that, Death Mantis would be very incompatible for the laser-eye hero. Hopefully.
"I still find it surprising that this Death Mantis uses bare-handed combat."
"Cut the chatter," barked the four-armed hero. They searched a majority of the cargo ship but they ended up with zero results. Honorbound was a bit exhausted but if there was a silver lining, they didn't run into the assassin. Fourth Kind, on the other hand, was frustrated. However, another implication set in.
"Wait, then that means..."
"MOVE!" exclaimed Fourth Kind as he dragged Honorbound out of the ship. As they got off, they saw lasers coming out of the Dauntless, prompting them to run faster. As they were getting closer, they saw someone leap off the ship and onto the dock.
"Shit, it's him!" barked the four-armed hero. "Honorbound, come with me. We'll fight this guy."
"What about-"
"Not now!" as both Fourth Kind and Honorbound ran towards the fleeing assassin and they got a somewhat solid look at him. He had a slim build, combed back dark hair, and above-average height. He wore a simple black waist-length coat and jeans.
The chase was on...
"Stop, Villain!"
Death Mantis knew he'd run into pro-heroes but at this time? When the window of time was closing? This wasn't part of his getaway plan. At all. He'd have to hide in Mon Cara City for a little longer.
'Fucking heroes,' thought the assassin as he ran past the dockyard limits and into the city proper, knocking over vendor carts or crates to slow down his pursuers. He glanced back to see that the suit-wearing hero was rushing through them like a battering ram.
'Oh, you're fucking kidding me.'
He needed to think, outrunning them wasn't a solution... maybe he can lose them. The first sharp turn he took was on a slight incline, then saw an alleyway and took that option. It may have been narrow but it was a good option nonetheless.
As he kept running, he couldn't help but notice sense another presence ahead of him...
'What the fuck?! Another pro-hero?!' the assassin angrily thought, he didn't want to deal with another one. As the image got clearer, he had to admit, this was a strange-looking hero. He had a smooth-looking mask with twin curved horns, a biker jacket, dark blue pants, and it's covered with kanji. His Japanese was shit, that's not a secret, but he immediately knew the meaning as he got closer.
Omen.
That was the last thing as a fist flew towards his face...
"Shichisei was in Hiroshima Prefecture?!" yelped Togata.
"Yes. He wasn't limited to the Greater Tokyo Area," Yagi responded. "He was spotted in various cities within the following prefectures. Aichi, Kanagawa, Nagano, and even Yamanashi..." he added.
"How did no one catch him or more importantly, why wasn't he made a higher priority?" Togata questioned. "I mean, this guy is a vicious vigilante!"
"Young Togata... HE's an expert in erasing his tracks and as I previously explained, every encounter rarely ended in a fight. However, I'm very sure there were other scuffles that other pros don't feel like sharing."
Togata absorbed that info in... but Yagi would finish the story.
"Damn it, did we lose him?!" yelled Fourth Kind who swore he saw the assassin take a sharp left. Honorbound had to take another look, trying to find if there was any alleyway or something that their target could have slipped through.
"Wait... maybe he could have taken that one," Honorbound pointed to a narrow alleyway. "It doesn't hurt to look, if I was him, that would have been a good option."
The suit-wearing hero had to concede and they were on the move again. It would take a full five minutes, five minutes to find Death Mantis, but they heard a slight yell. Chinese words...
"We're not too far, let's move!"
The duo ran towards the source, it didn't sound too far. If they keep running, they'll likely make it in three minutes. Honorbound was right behind Fourth Kind, passing by a few traditional-style houses, and pointed out they're closer now.
2 Minutes...
The knight hero heard a yell but there was anger to it.
1 Minute...
Honorbound now saw it clear as day... their suspect was fighting a masked stranger. He was losing. Each strike he sent out? Parried. Blocked. Redirected.
"You're not-"
CRACK!
Death Mantis held his fist in pain as he felt the bones shake a bit, he was distracted for a few seconds. He then felt pain in his knees.
KRIK-CRACK! CRACK!
Honorbound couldn't believe it, this suspect who was known to be dangerous in close-quarters combat was getting manhandled like a child. Fourth Kind had a different thought. Was this stranger a Pro Hero? If so, who was he? If not, then this-
Death Mantis was down on his knees, only one was broken, but the other was barely hanging. He stood up, assuming his stance, prompting the stranger to do the same.
"I just need one move... that's all..." as he dashed forward...
WHIFF!
The assassin's own thrust attack was parried off-side. This was bad news. Worse news, his whole ribcage was unguarded.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Several body blows were sent into one spot, breaking four ribs.
GHACK!
Death Mantis was coughing up blood, realizing that this is his end, he knew he wasn't the best... but dammit, is this how he was gonna go? Dying to some Pro Hero?
"I'm not dying... not yet-"
Rocky Mountain Splitting Wave!
In a split second, the stranger's downwards chop fell like a guillotine. Right onto the assassin's head. Dead-center. As he retracted his hand, the assassin's head gushed out blood like a water fountain and fell face-first.
The assassin that both heroes were pursuing was dead. No, murdered by this masked stranger. The stranger-vigilante just looked at the two and cursed to himself for being a bit sloppy. However, Fourth Kind regained his composure and yelled, "You! You had no right taking his life! He may have an assassin-"
"Save the lecture, I heard it multiple times."
Fourth Kind stopped and took a kickboxing stance, realizing that talking to this murderer was pointless. Honorbound thought the same as he prepped his sword.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised at this point," muttered the vigilante. The two pros didn't respond, almost as if they were timing it.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
"You're not getting off that easily!" exclaimed Fourth Kind as he rushed towards the murderer. Honorbound followed behind, intending to flank him. As he got into range, he swung his blade horizontally, intending to psyche him out. Enough to the point where Fourth Kind could get in a good combo.
SWISH!
The stranger dodged that by dropping low.
BAM! BAM!
Honorbound felt his knees buckle, making his sword-wielding hand buckle too, but this stranger wasn't done. Fourth Kind took advantage by yelling one of his signature combos.
Quad-Storm!
All four arms launch a combo of jabs and straight punches into the masked stranger who just put his guard.
POP!
'This hero's trying to wear me down...' thought the stranger. 'Good move... if it wasn't that predictable.'
Fourth Kind was definitely trained, he wasn't some brawler, Kickboxing or Karate being his base. However, there was one gap: speed wasn't the hero's forte. The stranger shifted immediately-
FWSHH!
Fourth Kind misfired his last strike but-
POW!
The masked bastard planted a kick into his gut, making him gag. However, he knew that the knight hero would try attacking him while his back turned. As soon as he turned, Honorbound would attempt a thrusting strike, dead-center. Basic move but also a basic mistake. He quickly sidestepped out of the line of fire, making him completely miss. Good news? Said pro's sword-wielding hand is open. Bad news? He's likely gonna through months of physical therapy.
In a quick motion, the stranger raised his right leg nice and high... and brought it down like a guillotine.
CRACK!
The sounds of bone-cracking were clear as day, as was Honorbound's screams of pain. "Ah...! You asshole...!" Honorbound snarled. "Now!" In a moment, Fourth Kind used all four arms to grip him tight. For about five seconds.
KRIK!
The stranger slammed the back of his head into Fourth Kind's nose, making his hold slack a bit.
POW!
POW!
"Oh, no, you don't!" yelled Honorbound as he intended to KO him. With a broken hand. There were two mistakes he made. One. The stranger's arms were almost free. Two. He got into his range.
BOOM!
Honorbound felt an explosive force break his jawline and send his body upward. Fourth Kind muttered that he's going to regret escalating this situation now. The stranger said this in response, "Sure, half-measure..."
"I'll fucking show you half-"
POW!
Fourth Kind didn't get to finish. He knew he was hit by a front kick but that kick was fucking potent. Potent enough to kill a fully grown elephant or two. As he skidded across the ground, he saw the stranger running to deliver a soccer kick to his skull!
'Shit! Gotta guard up!'
He put up a last-minute guard to mitigate whatever pain was coming his way.
BOOM!
That soccer kick could have taken his head off, but he was lucky enough to bounce back a few meters. As soon as he stopped, he swiftly got back up and yelled, "I'm still standing, asshole!"
The stranger said nothing as he closed the distance. The suit-wearing hero was surprised at his speed, he needed to-
BOOM!
In a flash, Fourth Kind blacked out for a second and felt a warm liquid run down from his nose. A broken nose, that is. He recovered quickly by alternating between jabs and kicks, trying to keep some distance between them. At least enough to keep him from pummelling him further.
"I can do this all day... you're looking at a champ here!"
The stranger still said nothing as he flanked AND surprised him with a vicious elbow strike to the temple, drawing blood. Fourth Kind staggered a bit but this played into his plan... he advanced towards him, not only grabbing him with one pair of arms but loading his left fist and then firing it like a shotgun.
POW!
The stranger grunted a bit, Fourth Kind definitely earned his name as a Pro Hero, he thought. The suit-wearing hero kept wailing at him with several more jabs, needing to take this bastard down.
"What's-"
POW!
"-it"
POW!
"-gonna"
POW!
"fucking-"
He timed the headbutt correctly. Right into his broken nose. "You fuckin-" sputtered the hero as his grip slacked a bit, loosening up one arm. "You're not-"
"You talk too much."
POW!
The hero's loosened grip made all the difference as the stranger struck Fourth Kind's cheekbone with the hard part of his knuckle. His grip fully loosened but the stranger wasn't in the clear yet... he still had a problem in front of him. A weakened problem but still a problem nonetheless.
"Okay... buddy... good news, kid gloves are fucking off," panted Fourth Kind as he recovered. "Think of it as your first step towards reflecting on your actions," the hero snarled.
"That's a new one."
Fourth Kind advanced towards him first but side-stepped to try flanking him with a right hook!
SWISH!
He missed!
SWISH!
The stranger danced around him, making him look like a fucking amateur. "Hold - fucking still!" angrily replied Fourth Kind, throwing hooks in vain. A moment after, he had a lucky shot at his face. Almost. The keyword is almost. The stranger dropped low and swung around to deliver a lethal elbow strike into Fourth Kind's ribcage.
CRUNK!
He definitely heard it, his ribcage breaking. He needed to take this hero down, he won't kill him, but leaving Fourth Kind in the hospital for a good while should be sufficient enough. Right on cue, the suit-wearing hero lunged towards him one last time.
"You're very stubborn..." the stranger said, catching two hands with a strong grip. He utilized his other two arms to grip his head in a lock.
Hokuto Twin Steel Shredding Clench!
Fourth Kind's hands were feeling the crushing equivalent of a vice... he felt his bones creak... if he didn't get out, this-
CRACK! SNAP!
In one moment, Fourth Kind let out a horrific scream. In another, he dropped down to a knee. He saw the remains of two of his hands. Fingers. Gone. Hand Muscles. Gone. Palm. Nearly gone.
"Y-y-you... w...w...won't-"
The stranger's response? He raised his leg high and...
SLAM!
Fourth Kind's head was planted straight into the concrete. He wasn't dead, letting out some pained moans, verifying that he was still alive. The stranger sighed in response, saying to himself, "This is a clusterfuck... but what's done is done," but a few other things came to mind. "Narumi's likely gonna chew me out for this one..."
The stranger picked up the pace, leaving the city limits of Mon Cara City...
"Yep... he's definitely gonna chew me out for this."
Togata was stunned into silence.
"Any questions, Young Togata?"
"H-How. How did we not catch this vigilante in the first place?" Togata questioned. However, another question popped up. "If this Kensei Kasumi and Shichisei are the same... person... then... that means..." and the implications set in.
"Are you getting it now?"
"You're thinking Midoriya might become a repeat?!" Togata yelled in disbelief. Yagi grimly nodded, prompting the third-year to say, "Midoriya may be a little unapproachable but he's not a bad kid! He just needs some proper guidance and there, a potential crisis averted!" hoping this would sway Yagi. Maybe a bit.
"I do appreciate your enthusiasm, Young Togata. I do. It's just that I can't let something like Shichisei go... it gnaws at me that a vicious vigilante is out in public. Almost as much as All For One who's still in the shadows."
"Yagi-Sensei. Midoriya still has two chances, UA's final exams, and the I-Expo," Togata enthusiastically said. "I'm sure you can agree, right~?"
The gaunt man muttered a maybe.
"Oh, whatever happened to the three Pro Heroes?"
"X-Less had the least amount of injuries, a few nasty cuts. Honorbound needed to attend physical therapy for a full year. Before that, he needed facial reconstruction surgery. Fourth Kind... had it the worst. Two of his hands are now prosthetic and he needed quite a few stitches on his temple. That's the type of damage Shichisei's capable of."
The third-year student absorbed this info...
'Midoriya, I will save you, and prove Yagi wrong. Maybe I could...no, no. I was chosen for this. I can't give it up, not all those months I spent training myself,' thought Mirio.
"By the way Young Togata, how are you feeling? Are you having any problems with the training regimen I came with?"
"No Yagi-Sensei, I've been able to handle the training quite well. Though I do occasionally feel some strain from all of it", said Mirio rubbing his sore muscles and neck, "Still, it's amazing with how far I've come. Thank you for choosing me to work alongside you."
"You've come a long way, that's for sure. Most of that is in part due to your own training with your own quirk as well. You managed to turn your own weakness into a strength. That's no easy feat in itself. But there's still more that needs to be done, and we need to up your training as well", said Yagi.
Mirio gave a thumbs up in response.
Kasumi Residence
Kasumi was not surprised by the number of guests that came to sleep over at his home, what did surprise him were the two people who fought, Jiro and Kirishima. 'Looks like Rouga trained them well at least.'
It was 7 AM on a Sunday and he was cooking breakfast. A bowl of miso soup and a main bowl of eggs over rice, a daily breakfast choice from his days as a university student. As he finished cooking, he saw that the guests were still sleeping but two stood out. A certain pink-skinned girl sleeping on his student's shoulder. On the couch. Jiro was slumped on another end of the couch, snoring a bit. Kirishima was sleeping soundly... on Kendo's lap. Todoroki, on the other hand, slept like a log.
'I'm going to tease them about this later... but first...'
Kensei took out his phone, snapped a photo, and saved it. Luckily for him, they didn't stir awake until a few minutes later. The first one getting up...
"Morning..." Kirishima said, yawning. Kendo stirred after that. Jiro stretched her arms as she yawned, saying morning too. She poked Todoroki awake, prompting him to stir awake and mutter if it was morning already.
"Morning..." as Midoriya stirred awake, followed by Mina waking up too. The boy grew a bit red once realizing she was next to him but instead of stammering, he stayed silent, hoping this moment would pass. One part of him didn't mind this at all.
"By the way, help yourselves to what's in the fridge. I need to talk with my student... and Ashido, you can come too," Kensei replied, getting both of their attention. As the three walked off to another room, the rest helped themselves for a small snack.
"I wonder what he needs to talk to him about..." spoke up Todoroki. Jiro wondered but she was hungry, so was Kirishima.
"Must be very important but let's eat first," Kendo piped up.
As both Ashido and Midoriya were led to Kensei's study, the pink girl piped up. "Wait, are we in trouble?"
"What? No," Kensei responded. "Trouble? Unless you got into another fight with a brat like that Monoma kid."
"No, it's just... U.A.'s a bit uneasy now," replied Midoriya. "Especially with the epithets."
This caught his master's attention, what were they calling him behind his back? "Listen, if you need me over there to talk with the school's staff, I can do that-"
"Vicious Green and the Ashura of UA."
Kensei's eyes briefly widened a bit, prompting Mina to say, "It's unfair!" while stamping her foot. Midoriya just sighed in a bit of disappointment, wondering if this is like Aldera Junior High all over again.
"It's happening... again..." muttered Izuku. "You're all-"
"Izuku, stop that right now," interjected Kensei. "Monoma fired the first shot, you only responded. However, I'm sure the counseling sessions are progressing well, aren't they?"
"It feels like a snail's pace..."
"Counseling is not some instant fix, it takes time," Kensei said. "How did one of your previous sessions go?"
"It was a couple of days ago..."
Hound Dog's Office
The school day ended an hour ago and here he was, waiting outside of the Hunting Dog Hero's office. "Calm yourself, Izuku. It's necessary. You need control..." muttered Midoriya to himself. As he stewed in his thoughts, the door to the hero's office opened up, and out came a familiar face.
"Now, same time as Saturday?"
"Yes, sir," replied Iida. "Thank you again," the blue-haired boy bowed. However, he quickly paced away from Midoriya, almost as if he was trying to avoid him.
"Uhh..."
"Ah, woof, you're right on time, Midoriya. Come in."
"Right," replied the green-haired boy as he walked past the entrance and sat down in the first seat while the dog hero took his seat opposite to him. He observed the student and wondered if this is supposed to be the same student that brutally beat Monoma to a pulp.
"Before we start, how are things at UA?"
"Oh... um... it's going good," Midoriya said, clearly leaving a few things out. "Okay, it's uneasy... ever since the Monoma incident. My classmates have been looking at me differently."
"How so?"
"Some of them are afraid of me. Sometimes, they might want to fight me," Midoriya said with disbelief in his voice. "I didn't want this."
"Why fight you?"
"I don't know how it started but one Gen Ed student thinks they were going to get a rep boost for beating the Ashura of UA," responded Izuku. "... I don't know even know how to respond to that!" the boy exclaimed but Hound Dog noticed some bite.
"You didn't fight -woof- this student, right?"
"No, no, I didn't want to. I tried walking away but no, he kept fucking pushing it..." Midoriya said, gritting his teeth. Before he went further, he stopped himself. First by taking a few deep breaths. Second, he closed his eyes with easing his breathing. "I... don't know what came over me but I don't want to this..." as he motioned to himself, "to blow up one day..."
"What are the methods you're currently using to control your violent side?"
"It's either a punching bag or meditation, recommended by my teacher."
"Both valid means, woof, but I am still concerned but proud."
Izuku tilted his head in confusion, wondering why would he be proud. 'Shouldn't this fall under red flags?'
"We are making some progress. You're not a brute, you're someone who had to keep his guard up a lot lately. This is a place where you can let your guard down and not feel vulnerable. The concerns are whether you can keep your violent side under control... woof. This is still an important step. However, try to keep out of fights."
"I'll try to... but I have a horrible feeling they won't stop. I just wish things... could go back to normal, prior to the fight with Monoma," a somber Midoriya said.
"Look at me, you made a small step forward. The road is never quick nor instant - woof."
Midoriya nodded, hoping this sticks.
Mina patted the boy on the shoulder, Izuku's mentor said, "This is good. It's small but it's something." The boy was still unsure. "Hey, you're not alone on this. You know that?"
"I know... but there's the potential issue with All-Might," Izuku said. Both Kensei and Mina took that into consideration, the latter more so. The pink girl took notice of it, prompting her to ask, "Wait, what's the matter?"
"... you're serious..."
It immediately clicked, making her twirl one of her horns sheepishly, muttering... "Oh, right... Shichisei."
"Wait, what are you suggesting?" asked Izuku. "... are you thinking about - wait! That might be a bad idea!"
"You didn't hear my idea yet."
"B-But you and All-Might meetingislikeavolatilemixturewait-"
POKE!
Mina stopped his rambling with a small poke to the forehead. "Midori, let's listen before we rip it to shreds," with a grin. The boy nodded but apologized for getting carried away again.
"If I ever come face to face with All-Might, it'll be a shitshow," Kensei replied. "A. Very. Fucking. Messy. Shitshow."
"What's your idea?"
"Wait, what do you mean by shitshow...?" said a worried Mina.
"How do you feel about me picking you up from school tomorrow?"
"W-Wait, why?" questioned both Mina and Izuku.
"Look, this situation at school, it's making you uneasy. Plus we want idiots having second thoughts about fighting you and your friends."
"...oh..." Mina said, getting the implication. "Well, they have another thing coming!"
"You're thinking they'll come after Yaoyorozu, Jiro, Todoroki, and the rest if they can't fight me," Midoriya replied. "So your presence might deter them... scaring them off... and maybe deal with any issues concerning All-Might..."
"It's not a perfect plan but it's a workable one. However, I'll need some assistance in case..." Kensei finished. "Either from Rouga, Carmilla or... Ryuki."
"... you're afraid he'd likely traumatize the entirety of UA..." muttered Midoriya to which Kensei nodded yes.
"Well, the plan's set. It's not perfect but it's workable," Kensei said. "Besides, I'm sure you're both hungry."
The rumbles in their stomachs were evident.
"Let's go before your friends empty the fridge," as he led the way back to the kitchen. Midoriya and Ashido follow suit. As he was walking, Kensei's head was full of many thoughts but this was the central one.
'I'm likely putting myself in the crossfire once again... it's worth it for these kids. Even if I have to confront All-Might.'
AN: Mon Cara City was basically Mon Cala from Star Wars with Onomichi as the real-life basis for this city, just some alterations, geographically speaking.
Apologies for taking so long! Work [and training a new guy] was killer. However, the next chapter shouldn't take too long to put out.
Stay tuned for the next chapter!