One for All: Hero for All -Hunt Or Be Hunted

by LazyWriter2003

Description is in the begining, Vigilante Izuku Midoryia, One for All, HPSC is corrupt and unjust, Major Cannon divergence, Izuku is number one hero and HPSC is having temper tantrum about it, All Might is good advisor, Eraserhead&Problem Children, Cannon typical violence, Planned ships, {only heterosexual realtionships}, Nezu is "secretly" insane, Izuku solos everything.

11. Sea of Blood part 3

-Speech-
"quoted or custom name of something"
(-Hunt Or Be Hunted-) Time skip or change of prespective
If font is in bold letters it is OFA talking or AFO talking or sound effects, or sometimes some character scream loud enough (Present Mic)

Chapter 11: Sea of Blood part 3

(Before Vigilante Alliance visited the Rally: Webber Investigations)

Webber was standing somewhere in the edge of the forest and just nearby was visible a road with a small clearing nearby that seems just ideal to stop your car there if you need to admire nature for a while. But neither he is here to do such a thing and neither his targets are here to do. He breathes and see how his warm breath swirls in the cold night air creating smoky shapes.

His sight is focused on a single location on one that he knew long ago, when he first started this investiagation, from time to time he checked his golden pocket watch that he had on a little chain hidden in his pocket, it looked very old fashioned and antic, like basically everything that Webber owns and does.
Sighing to himself impatiently he counts minutes and seconds to arrival of his guest only for to catch them on particular conversation that they will have. This is one of the sufficent proof he needs for Rally to actually believe him and not shot his head off when he will present the state of things to them. He counts this meeting as very important because of it probably 40% chance of his survival depends on. Little steps, baby steps like they like to say.
He wonders how long will he takes after the meeting and did will he manage to start his wild chase early enough to not be caught by them and to catch that cyclist that is on his casual morning rutine biking trip, he needs to catch him quickly, future depends on it and he will not take chances of not catching him in time. He looks at his pocket gun already loaded and checked three times with his quirk and without it just to be sure that it will fire if he doesn't manage to catch him on foot, though unforunately he will have to hurt this poor young man if he doesn't comply he is willing to make this sacrifice for the sake of future.
He suddenly was ripped out of his musings by sound of approaching car, or cars an entire column of cars that strangely didn't came from the road but rather emerged from between the trees they were heavy duty armoured cars with MLA inintials. He didn't expected that they will be coming from the side of the forest, there wasn't anything in the vision like that, so he felt a bit suprised and wary. Cars made a circle and gangsters gathered up in the middle, not to stiff and not to lax to separate them, pretty smart formation for a bunch of dumb crocks. Someone here probably has a brain and they know how to use it. Webber frowned. It looks like it might not be as simple as he thought it would. He was masked with devices borrowed from Mechanist so he still felt pretty safe but something still made him wary so he grabbed his quirk and started pulling strings of fate all around in case of probablity of something bad happening to him.
There is never to much if it comes to safety as they say.

As crocks were piling up from the armored cars all of them were wearing the same mask at the back of their heads. Those were Red Monkeys masks, what are doing? All of them were wearing high tech support gear, those were jumpsuits made from some quirked material probably, they were all black and had lines of inticrate designs glowing soft blue light around. It looked to modern for his taste but he was still understanding enough to know that this is not some F grade bullshit parading as S rank support gear, he knew because he gets the same materials from the same supplier as them, one of the Overlords belongs to Meta Liberation Army and she apparently gave me such a gear as a gift, of course I never was stupid enough to wear it with countless amount of bugs placed and other things, he ordered Mechanist to disasemble the suit and he discovered that all of this equipment shows markings of manufacturing in Detrenat support company. Well not like it is fresh news, he knew that from the begining when he first meet them and week before that, he won't touch anything with even a pole until he uses his quirk to help him understand the opposite side, that is the main reason he lived those 90 years and not died in some stupid way on the first action.
He shifted in his armored old stylized cloak.

God it was a good idea to salvage materials from those suits to use it to pad my own clothing, it saved me not once and not twice.
-Area clear, no hostiles around detected, although quirk detector is doing something strange that it didn't did before.- One of the profesionaly dressed villains said to their leader. He held a small device in his hand similar to tablet with strong and sturdy framework it also had two antenas coming of it. Webber recognized it as Giran's hacking technology, one of his favorite tools and ones that he prides himself upon, none outside Charon organization knows how those devices operate but they grant absolute quirk and technological immunity. He theorized it has to do with some quirk created signal that only one quirk can produce, that is why they are untracable, but that is not the time. - Oh never mind it disappeared.- Man said as Webber stopped chanelling his quirk, he figured out that his quirk must be the one that this device detects, interesting.
As profesionaly dressed thug was stupidly watching and clicking random things on the tablet leader visibly losed his patience and ripped the device out of his hands and looked himself into it.

-Give me that. Of course you cannot operate this technology only Giran's lap dogs could, but from what I can see... this thing never makes mistakes when it is. And that means...- Leader drawls out and Webber freezes like deer caught in spotlights.

A resounding smack travels through the night and later a thud and whining from some unfortunate villain.

-That you are fucking idiot and seriously don't know how this shit works, and your meta ablity must be weak.- Leader berates the poor thug that clutches his head.- Seriously why the hell I bother with you guys, fuck! I did everything when I was soldier, then capral then captain and finaly Lutenant and where that leads me?! To another band of shitheads that don't know how to use their meta ablilities right! Dear God Why!? Why?! Why me!- Leader laments as his thug sputters some excuses, everybody all around watch the scene with some amusement completly not watching their surroundings. Take this one guy out and the rest are basically headless chickens.

-Nahhaah!- Leader of the group sighs like he wants to sigh his soul out.- Anyway take out the identificators, also destroy GPS trackers, we are going in after I'll get a quick smoke.- Leader says and takes out a lighter and a cigarette and wanders outside the circle. Also not very bright move, but Webber understand not wanting to stand next to those idiots. He could easily snipe him from this position and the rest of the band would be none the wiser about whereabouts of their leader. Speaking of his band they are to preocupied taking of the MLA symbols from the armored cars.

-But I got a question.- One of the thugs asks scratching his forehead as others work.-Why do we need to get rid of our identifying feautres? Isn't it the thing that lets us enter rings territory? I don't know like, they will start shot to us on sight and ask questions if we arrive like that.- The man asks clearly puzzled why they are doing what they are doing. Webber leans closer hoping for evidence.

-You didn't read today's dispatch ain't you?- One of them asks while crawling under one of the cars. The questioning thug shakes his head.
-No I was, on sick leave until today.- He admits sheepishly. And other stares at him like he grown a second head, meanwhile he grabs a small device located under the car and crushes it in his grasp destroying the signal.

-Sigh, allright the thing is rather simple MLA are separating themselves from vigilante rings and are about to make their last move towards the goverment by the end of the year.- Masked thug tiredly explains while Webber listens from his hidden microphones located all around. - You know, huuh.- He sighs heavily as he lifts himself up from the floor after crawling from under the car.- They never said to us little guys anything, but if you want my personal theory I can tell you something.- Man says and the other franticaly nods.

-You see... Detrenat company not so long ago approved some new HPSC operatives gear, there was whole event to showcase how things like that work and how good armor is and yadda yadda yadda...- Man quotes at the end with his hands with dismissive gestures.- What is important that we are just wearing the same approved gear, which in my theory proves the fact that Detrenat is in reality a front for our cause.- Man vividly gestures while the other cups his chin, they truly look like dumb and dumber.- I mean man! Look at it like that now everything makes sense, even those numbers on our vests, now we are getting rid of identifying features and those babies here.- He slaps one of the cars on the front.- Are in truth one of those cars used in 'Turning Point' when All Might kicked the bucket and HPSC swarmed the area with those cars completly not hiding it. This feels like big conspiracy for me man!- As he talks with him others are now watching to and nodding to themselves after the job done while Leader silently stares at them from afar.- What is the obvious here is that we are begining our silent war with vigilante rings before it even began, I don't know man but this whole situation seems to me like treason. We are basically backstabbing those guys, you remember we were about to go shot some poor bastards out, and guess where we are going? Its Old Guard territory and to be more specific, this particular safe house belongs to nobody else but Prince. At least that what I managed to dig in.- The others share their 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as they puzzle it out together inside their own heads too.
Then their leader finally comes back from his smoking. - Great! Bravo! You must be pretty smart to understand it all!-
-Thanks chief! I try to aspire to trule teachings of Destro with that! There is no such thing as uncertainities in the way of revolution!- Thug proudly states and his leader nods and reaches with his hand behind his back to probably scratch himself in the ass.

-Yeah,yeah unfortunetly for you brother some things must to be remain unseen...- He states quietly but microphones Webber placed still picked it up.- Maybe you should get a reward for such thoughtful endeavor.- He chirps to joyfuly and Webber swallows as he sees unsuspecting fools going right into his trap.

-Oh? Really?-

-Yeah really! For the starters...- He quickly pulls a gun from his back.- Eight grams of lead straight into your head.- He declares and shots poor bastard in the head before he can do anything. Seems this armor didn't protected him as it should after all...

*BANG*

Others flinch and stumble on their feet as their leader kills one of them with cold blood, with his gun still smoking. Webber is honestly not suprised, in MLA they require obedience nothing more, this whole organization is just a sheme full of lapdogs centered around a group of people with powerful quirks that do nothing but be drunk on their own powers and want more and more, seems this one fellow here just got his last stunt right here.
-What? What the hell are you waiting for? Get to the cars and get the fuck out of my sight! - Leader barks out and doesn't even react at their mortified expressions.- And you, carry that body we will have use of it later after job is done.- Leader points at the body and after a while of shuffling they are all loaded up on the armoured cars and drive away from the scene, the only thing proving that they were once here was a patch of blood on the sand left by the fresh corpse that they took.
Webber didn't wasted any time. He took out his cloaking device and tugged it safely into his expansive coat that he made with help of Charon Organization. As he was loading long radar and large microphones inside they seem to vanish in the deep pockets of his coat. Quirk technology is truly amazing. He feels truly again like a little kid playing one of those rpg games when he and his brother were little. Too bad his brother never understood importance of small things such as this, he liked logical and purely strategic games for sure. But even then he considered everything a distraction, nothing else than control mattered to him...
Webber shook his head. Its not time for reminiscing old times. He quickly got up from his pickings of his small hidden microphones in the sand, those were last, he extended his arm that was full of analog clocks, one was golden other silver one was even brown, what was important each and every one of them had something special about them that letted him differrentiate one from the others, this was extremly important because every each of them shown different time, different timeline, different future that he tried to uphold, he failed again, once, not matter how he hated this yellow big oaf his death was his failure of preventing things, he was to shallow in his mindset, and now whole japan is paying for it, it was also a wake up call that he never wanted to have. One he was now watching intently was the furthest down his arm it was neon clock with green leather holding it on his arm, it also had a green bunny on the shield of this clock. This one was the most important of them all, visualization was sometimes very helpful to refresh his memory, he is not as sharp as he was 50 years ago, though he is not aging the same way as humans or every other animal on earth, it doesn't change a thing that his state degenerates, albeit much slower.
He was never as fortunate as his younger brother, he was perfect in all the sense of the word, monstrous inteligence, incredible resistance and speed, and his immortality provided by his quirk, in comparison to him he was a lousy gimmick made for fun and amusement of scientists that created them both. He was a concept and not even finished. Yet, he is still standing.

Hearing a telling sound of incoming cyclist he stands beside the road non threatingly seemingly looking over himself as unsuspecting victim speeds beside him.
He walks two quick steps that are almost as fast as a blur, he snatches the bike from under the man and instantly uses the new form of transport to stop another future from happening. The poor guy was left groaning on the ground completly confused on what happened. In one of the possibilities this man snapped his neck when falling, well thankfuly in this one Webber didn't commited murder this time.
Well, he now should probably follow the armored cars that were speeding towards Prince districts, but unfortunetly not, this future is unavoidable, besides it would actualy hinder him in the future with possibility Old Guard not treating MLA treason seriously, let them do their thing, their cunning will be their own undoing. So he was left with doing next thing on his list with cheking the finished recording for the last time to be sure he speeds up even more.
For a while he follows the armored cars trail and then he suddenly takes a turn towards road leading outside dark districts, this one leads all around them and lets completly skip this region of town, obiously even in infractructure the city instead of fixing crime or doing anything with poor population just creates a special road to avoid dark districts in their entirety.
What the hell he would want to do in normal city anyways? There are no sane vigilanties or villains that would want to go there without some safety measures, besides sitting ducks in the light districts is like constant running with time, sooner or later underground heros or limelight heros will get on your tail, its free for all and basically feeding ground of heros. Who would go there anyway? Well, for one Webber himself is not very sane person himself, second person after he is going isn't sane either. Not entirely but not completly gone either.

Just ideal.

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

(Before V.A got accepted to the Rally, before alliance with Hero killer Stain and during Izuku's training)

Iwao Oguro wasn't having the best day of his life. Firstly the investigation he was helping the detective with just got its head chopped out by nobody else but Meta Liberation Army spy that happen to be Detective own boss. Just like that man is a spy in the police force for 40 years and nobody seem to be interested. It means two things and none of it is good, one is that HPSC is corrupt and lazy, second option much more dire is HPSC is already compromised not only by its internal corruption but also by villainous forces such as MLA. He always said to himself is situation is awful always think its actually worse, and this thinking saved his old ass many times in a row that he can't even count how many times.
And now the second matter that actually is connected to the first one, he is now freezing his ass off in some abandoned warehouse and interogating some MLA bastards that obviously get out scot free after their stunt with detective, and they are unfortunetly less than cooperative, what is much worse, they now seem to behave much different. He looked into their eyes and he sees madness in them, this is not good, it seems some mind controling quirk is at play here, MLA didn't wanted to let go of such useful pawns as those and they apparently used some quirk on them as a precaution. It probably happened when they were in police custody in another prefecture.

He clasped both of his hands on his face in silent frustration. What does he do now? He just started a war he cannot win. Firstly he thought that starting off with Lurker's love of craftsmanship will be a good idea and letting this lone girl Mei meet him in person. Well it was a good idea but not enough, good for the girl because she finally get some father figure in her life, reignited a passion from her childhood and got better day by day, that even Lurker thinks she will outgrow him one day, they produce support equipment from just a scrap at an incredible rate. Small gangs or small vigilante parties would be overjoyed.
But not him, not his organization. They supposed to be a real vigilante ring, not some low level thugs parading as true profesionals. They were supposed to return to their earlier glory and storm market overnight.

But...

But...

Things are not like they were before, there is a new order. New power in the undergound that have enormous resources that gives the rules for the lessers. And it appears he hasn't impressed them enough to get a seat in the council, even temporary or some uniportant one. Nothing. Not even a small drop of this most important thing that is respect. It all comes down to respect in the underground, you gain it by fighting villains, stopping disasters, making support gear, or just trading stuff. You can also use it in some way, there is an entire system that counts your actions and allows gangs or vigilatnies or overal criminal underground know who you are and how much you matter.

And it seems they are worth horseshit right now. Round zero, entire nothing, not matter what they did and how much they helped.
And he also knows that there is a reason things must be like that. If all the methods fail and all of the concerns are flung away there is only one reason why they won't let him.

There must be a high ranked bastard inside this organization that is blocking his membership.

-God fucking damn it!- He yells to the heavens.

Gurgling from one of MLA captures brings him back from his musings. The all look like they were run by a truck at least six times. But not matter how much he beated shit out of them, they didn't spilt anything. Which was infuriating. Empty leads, false corners, and all of this bullshit. He feels like he is running in circles with those bastards.

But he never gived up, he will never falter, for his student, he will not let that abuse slide. Not now not ever he will not stop until Re-Destro will be in prison with his band of maniacs or simply dead. He is afraid there is no prison that can hold bastards like them for long. Especially now.

Just as he was about to spiral more he heard knocking. Yes, knocking. somebody is knocking on a door to a fucking warehouse in the middle of nowhere where he is conducting a cultural discussion with MLA members. What. the . actual. fuck. Are those heros? Maybe perhaps some villain group that is royaly pissed off because he ruined one of their carefully constructed plans? But what would be? He pissed off a lot of people, with age its is even going worse. One time when he was doing one of his patrols he meet with apparently one of the first guys he ever beated up as he was a hero student. Talk about life long grudges. What is even more amusing guy died of heart attack soon after from just the idea that he may not remember some shmuck that he apprehanded 50 years ago as he was a teenager.
Returning his thoughts to knocking coming out of the door he resigned himself to fate that is awaiting him and he finaly came down looking what is this all about.
Standing next to the door he takes his trusty machine gun from his duster widest pocket, its dissasembled mini tomigun looking gun. He quickly with practiced ease assembles it and points at the door while standing at the right angle to not get caught easily.

-Who's there? What do you want?- He asks two most important questions.

-Hello kind sir! We've been trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty.- Some voice chirps behind the door.
-The fuck?- He slips out unintentionaly puzzled.

-A joke, jeez I'am not this old do I? Besides this one seemed timeless yeah? Anyway, here is the vigilante rings from Overlord's rally! We would like to discuss your aplied membership with us!- Now Knuckleduster is even more puzzled. This has to be an even bigger joke. Rally? Coming to him? Just like that? Those guys are not the ones that come to you, they are the ones you come to not the other way around. Something is fishy here.

-Umm, pal not like I don't have time, Indeed I have almost like... 30 minutes! Yes, 30 minutes before I must spy on Re-Destro and his Overlord in the council, but maybe could you not turn me to swish cheese for example? I would like to live another 90 years very much!- Voice from the door chirps cheerfuly.- Oh and if you may open the door so I can show you my sigil, so you know I'am not lying! Oh, right, I should back off, I will leave here a sigil on the doorstep! and when you are ready to actually talk to me I will be around the corner next to the street lamp! Really its that easy!- Now he thinks he is making a fool out of him.

But as he opens the door with a growl he has been meet with nothing. He looks left and right and there is nothing.
Nothing but an empty street. And below his feet is indeed and Overlord Sigil.

He carefully examines it and it shines with strange designs showing a mix of very expensive materials and a number '1' meaning that the man here surely is pretty important, he takes his own from his pocket, his is far less gaudy, he presumes he will get one similar like this guy has when they will finally aknowledge him, pressing one to the other gives a strange click from one of them and he heavily sighs.

Which means that indeed the guy here is an Overlord.

An overlord that took his sweet time in finding him personaly and talking to him in the middle of a night when he just has bounded up MLA members nearby. This is madness. Sighing to himself he spins in place not knowing what he is supposed to do right now. So he closes the door and goes for a quick smoke.
Lazily turning around he gives a lazy glance to his barely concious captives.

-You will wait for me for a moment don't you?- Not like they can move anyway. With broken kneecaps it would be rather difficult.
And just as he goes towards the street lamp he is meet with peculiar sight. Under the street lamp he sees a man with a wide brim cowboy hat and a coat that reaches all the way to the ground, the colors are black with silvery patterns of a spider web that glint in the light. He releases a plume of smoke making a spiderweb design with it. It has to be quirk, seriously.

With resignation to his fate he comes closer to the misterious man and gives him a sigil not even making one word. Man lights a lighter for him in proposition and he shruggs and takes him on this offer lightning his cigarette.

For a while they just both stare into the night as far away stars glance upon them and even on the horizon they can see faint glow of the city. As the silence streches Knuckleduster takes a look on his new visitor and sees he is a man of spiderlike mutation, he has 5 eyes that are blinking one after another, he looks calm, almost serene.

For a while he just contemplates, what life choices did he made that took him to this moment? He just wanted to beat up the bad guys and get revenge on his lost quirk, then... he went on a crusade against villain army that mentaly crippled his student, and now he stand with a stranger that appears to be from vigilante council, the same one that laughed at his endeavors along the way of his long carrier, and the same one that over took his place when his alliance went to shit and he had to go for a forceful retirement. This is just...

-Stupid...- He mumbles and his guest lifts an eyebrow on that. He catches up with himself and shakes his head.- I mean this whole situation, how did you even knew I would be here at this hour?-

For a while the other guy don't respond and instead frowns a little.
-That is rather simple, I predicted where you would be.-
-Like what? You know the future and stuff?-
-Yeah.-
-Yeah.-
And they stay silent for a while longer.

-So, Webber what do I owe the pleasure?- He asks still looking into the night. Webber chuckles a little and stomps on the cigarette to extinguish it.
-Ohoho, so you do know me?- He asks playfuly.
-Who doesn't honestly? Besides there are only two people in Japan currently with quirk like yours, one of them is a Pro hero with a stick in his ass that is visible from orbit, and the other is guy that has obsession on looking mysterious has spider mutation and loves wearing web pattern on his clothes. So I took my guess.-
-Guess I asked for it.- Webber exclaims taking a second look at the man infront of him. - You are getting old.- Which earned him a burst of short laughter from opposing side.

-Like you are not aging at all too you look like wrinkled grape, in the photos Giran preseented you much diffrently... I guess you are neither here for idle chatter so lets get to the point, what changed your mind about me joining in?- Knuckleduster says and Webber makes a thinking pose showing he is cleary deep in thought.
-Well, to answer your question simply, I couldn't let you join ealier. Not because you didn't qualify to do so but because of outside forces that would like to see you gone, I wanted to keep you out of it, until it will calm down on its own.-
-You keeping me safe? The hell are you talking about? And what changed?-

-The child that you took under your wing changed that and made things... avaible to you sooner, and maybe with incredible stroke of luck you just buyed yourself a ticket to the top straight from bottom.- Webber says and Knuckleduster stares at him not knowing what to really think of this sheming bastard right now, on one thing he shemes behind everybody back, literally everybody even his own folks it looks like, and from the other would he do different if he was in his place? But what guarantees that he won't do something just to prevent some future that possibly never occurs.

-Oh believe me, it is definetly my job to prevent the future before it becomes reality, but I'am not Sir browneye and I do not believe myself omnipotent, I'am not foolish enough to do so, I instead of forcing things let them flow, he never respected that and now has to deal with the concequences of his actions. He just points, here attack All For One! And his friend rushes and gets himself killed, simpleton indeed, limited mind of a moron with limited quirk, inferior to my own.-
After this rant Knuckleduster is left speechless for a while but Webber doesn't leave him time to think and continues.
-You may not believe it or like it, but I think we might have a common enemy and you need to help me defeat them on my terms.-
-Oh? How so?-

-You want to know who is blocking your membership at the rally? Well suprise, suprise it wasn't only me.- Webber exlcaims.
Knuckleduster lifts an eyebrow at that, who would do that anyway? He knows well who probably is seated at the Rally table, last time the first seat was occupied by Webber and his platonic wife Charlotte, next seat was always occupied by nobody else but Giran, he takes pride from that so its not hard to learn this about him among many things when you already know him, he cannot shut up about it, he has zero interest in blocking him, he looked sincerely sad when he mentioned to him his membership was blocked, like he missed on some long time ocassion, Knuckleduster knows worth of his vigilante alliance and its valuable members like Pop step, Mei, Lurker and Stain, Giran would be one of the first to get to them first if he had any chance. So that is definetly not him.

Next the third seat on the rally table is Old Guard side with Prince leading them with his family on top, they benefited greatly from his rule of the underground when his old vigilante alliance was on the rise, in fact he was one of the sponsors with his family and rest of the Old Guard supporting him in this idea, for some reason he cannot bring himself to accuse the old timer about this, he is to much sticking to the rules and customs, Old Guard is a bunch of mafia and yakuza families from around japan, some of them migrated from america long time ago, they have one iron rule, to never leave out family and friends of the family behind, and he was not on one of the family dinners with them long time ago, he doubts this has some expiration date, at least he didn't done anything to antagonize them either.
Then there is the fourth seat Red Monkeys, the gang as big as the Gators and with similar upcoming and customs, they both has been made long time ago to gather scattered all around oppresed people of this society to form a bigger group, Red Monkeyes are basically like Gators but they are much more harsh and brutal, they won't stop at the small time crime, they also do hard drugs and high risk robberies ending even on abductions. Through my carrier I arrested and beated up many members of their gang, also almost destroyed them at some point, but they are like weeds, they quickly recovered, if there is someone with a grudge against me, its probably them.

Now the mysterious fifth seat the league of villains, a group with no name and no information he has about, he only knows about their existence from simple aknowledgment of his reputation in the undeground, though he is not member of the rally, many groups do business here and many things are openly known to the wider groups of villains or vigilanties. One of those things are group rankings and their affiliations.

He quickly remembered the last time he saw the rankings of the group that is counted off overall impact on the society and the last time he checked it was somewhere like that...

1Club of green tea and gentlemanly exchange (Webber and Charlotte and now the newest memebers their daughters. There are 5 members on the list of this organization and the first member is always marked as inactive, he always wondered what that means, it is also the root of the Rally as world knows it.)
2 Charon Organization *The Black Market Nefarious Industries* BMNF (Charon and his absurd amount of supporters and sponsors from all around the globe)
3 Old Guard ( its composed of many families of old american mafia and domestic yakuza that ruled his for centuries.)
4 L.O.V ( Mysterious organization that recently showed up, currently not much is known about this organization)
5 Red Monkeys ( Old gang that is probably as old as quirks that is known for its brutality and diversity)
6 Quirkless Liberation Alliance (Mostly composed of Gators and Shie Hassaikai and ocasionaly with L.O.V supporting their endeavors)
-My best guess is that I finally made them mad after all those years, heh it was worth it anyway.-
- No - Webber shooks his head.- It wasn't them. The new guys did that.-
-That means...-

-Also, no, you have no knowledge about it because it hasn't been announced to the clients yet.- Webber sighs and pulls out something from his many pockets. Its a photo. - Do you recognize that man?-
-Yeah, this is the CEO of Detrenat company Rikiya Yotsubashi, known as the man that did the impossible and managed to get a support contract signed by the HPSC, they never did that before mostly being dependent on the institutionalized sources.- He mentions and frowns not giving his own personal suspicions about the guy, his whole image just screams super villain to him. And he have a thought that he might have to do something with Aldera case as well, he almost can smell it, it smells foul.

-Welp, firstly I have good news and bad news, what first do you want to know?- Webber asks smirking ironicaly a little.
Knuckleduster scoffs at him.
-You are too old for such childish antics, just tell me what you want first.-
Webber pouts childishly disappointed a little from knuckleduster lack of cooperation with his fun.
-Well the good news are that Red Monkeys just got eradicated, and I mean completly eradicated like one day they were and then poof the other they disappear.- Webber says with his hands gesturing. Knuckleduster is more interested just by the second the man speaks.- You see for a while there was a big uproar that villain group like that could dissapear overnight without reason, and well lets say that we all agreed on doing some investigation ourselves with Charon even giving us acces to their supercomputer tablets that they guard so much, so the situation was pretty serious if even Charon was disturbed by it and they didn't knew anything with them having ears basically in all underground. And things we discovered... weren't pleasant at all. -Webber takes a different tone to his voice that is spiked with tension making cold night air around them heavier.- That... that is the second part which is the bad news. When our investigation teams firstly arrived at the sight there was nothing left...-

-Like what nothing left?- Knuckleduster asks impatiently, himself he is also disturbed that something could happen like that and Webber pauses in his explanation are not helping his rising nerves.

-There was nothing left literally, nothing. The whole headquarters disappeared like... haaah- Webber moves his hand across his face.- Like somebody picked up a building and left.- Webber looks like he is visibly sweating right now and Knuckleduster doesn't fare better either as drop of sweat travels his face that is frozen in calculations that he is doing in his mind.- And there is more. In the normal hideouts there wasn't anything either, like buildings were intact but everything, I mean everything dissapeard, the only thing remain were blood smears on the ground and a piles of strange liquid all around. For good while we didn't knew what or who did such a thing but with a quantum flactuations present we came to a conclusion that a warping quirk was definetly at play there. Then later when we finally came to investigate the puddles of strange liquid and smears of blood on the ground we came to frightening realization.-
He pauses to take a long breath.
-It looked like everybody and everything was liquidated inside the building, probably doing of an incredibly powerful quirk that probably is worthy of my quirk classification of rank SSSS and its a particulary destructive one it appears.- Webber can't take it anymore and takes a cigarrete and lightens it helpfuly lighting one for Knuckleduster too.

-We searched a lot of data that we had avaible, data banks, DNA banks, HPSC records, everything. First clue of what the quirk indeed may be was a statements from a witnesses that live nearby, the disappearings were happening at night and some of the people noticed outiside being iluminated by extremly strong light that had an orange hue. Many people didn't knew what was happening at all, but I... remembered this one, it was an quirk like none before, one that I was well known with at my time... before I even began my journey in the outside world.-
-You know the first quirk ever discovered was supposed glowing baby, well lets say that this baby grown up to be a woman, and then that woman had a child and a child of this child had a child that ended up in the same lab as me, normaly humans don't put other humans in the same lab where they conduct experiment on other species, but he was an expection, I had a limited time witnessing it. Well, at least this is the reason why me and my brother managed to escape at all.-
-What the hell are you talking about?-
-Not important, I get to much lost in my memories, forgive me.- Webber bows his head and Knuckleduster leaves it like that filing the information into his head and beckoned him to continue.

-His quirk was called rather simple it was called When The Day Breaks. Naming of this quirk is speaking of itself rather clearly I think.- At the questioning glance Knuckleduster gave him he sighed. - Ah yes, many things got lost to oblivion when the dawn of quirks happened and wars resulting from it. Well lets say quirk is rather simple in its work and is very similar to certain internet fictional story about sun turned deadly laser anihilating humanity in its entirety.-
-Perfect, we have lab experiment runing amok that probably has a great disdain towards society as a whole and to top it all of this walking superweapon is probably in hands of asshole like Re-Destro who I think is this Rikiya guy.-
-So you know him? That is suprising.- Webber lifts an eyebrow or whatever he has in its place, his eyes are rather strange. Knuckleduster shruggs at his questions.
-Well, its not like I know him, its like I had a bad feeling about this guy and the pointers I got from my private investigation all pointed towards him.-
-Ah, you probably are talking about Aldera Junior High case, curious, I didn't know you were engaged.- Webber eyes bulge like he is a very happy rat reminding Knuckleduster of someone who he meet long time ago and still wants to forget, it send shivers down his spine at a thought of pristine white short fur.- Let me guess, whole case was somewhat connected to your prodige who you are so proud off sending around with packages. Oh, don't look so suprised, I'am very curious man and when I saw a new courier from you around high school age I couldn't stop myself and resarched this curious person, Midoriya Izuku? I'am right?- Webber ends and Knuckleduster hands ball up into fists.

-Don't you dare you...-

-Jeez, calm down I want nothing to do with your kid, no need to go papa bear on me.- He casually waves him not like he is seconds from losing his head and perhaps all his limbs.- What is more interesting even that I discovered Aldera being an undercover indoctrination facility, well I discovered it long time ago but I didn't know to who it belongs, but now I guess the ideology promoted here is lining up with your and mines adversary in its entirety. And my another guess is that it was you who almost killed our estemed elder hero captain Mutafu and maybe discovered some thing there about certain group that you didn't wanted to discover, well unfortunetly for you later it appeared the whole place was a trap in a bigger trap when person of authority erased your evidence about Aldera, sir Carmine perhaps? I wasn't seeing him lately, he had such a lovely sport car, he cared for it much, now it looks less than cared since his unfortunate demise at the hand of detective no less.-
-And now unfortunetly for you case has been frozen and your friend is in trouble because of endless biurocracy and HPSC willingness to just kill of their allies from simple fear that they may do some political movements just because they were connected to All Might, well I must admit they did their work ruthlessly with even oni-san being held by his balls by them, ruthless like I said but not very smart, since we both know about the forces that are at play here behind the scene with this case and with mine as well.- Webber ends and Knuckleduster finally catches up what Webber is suggesting.

-MLA.-

Knuckleduster says with grim determination in his voice and Webber nods to that. For a while a thought passes through his mind, if the Red Monkeys were dead before Endeavor raid then who did flaming hero with fiery temper turned to ash in place of them? Maybe they returned? He needs to investigate the matter further, maybe there is even a chance that Endeavor might be cooperating with MLA or is even their active member. He might be a bit paranoid but well he would be long dead if not by it. Filing this conclusion for later he gets out of his thoughts as Webber speaks.
-Yes... sigh... MLA, I really hoped they will keep their ugly heads where they hid them after their first dismantle, but now... they are even knocking at our doors.- Webber seems sad about something so Knuckleduster frowns and thinks what might be much worse to the situation they are already in, with this mass murder what happened, extermination of one of biggest gangs in japan, and MLA has this powerful quirk user...
-Wait... no... they couldn't. They wouldn't.-

-But they do, and they did.- Webber ends somberly causing Knuckleduster to have a major headache and deep need to smoke... no not smoke to drink, the more alcohol in it the better it is. Webber thinks for a while if he should inform him about attack on Prince marichuana plantations and their destroyed outpost, but ultimately he decides against it. First is that Prince needs to learn from his mistakes to improve their avareness, he don't want anybody to be not completly in tune to what he is about to do, second, without at least some destruction he won't be able to bring it as an argument in the future when he kills this snake in their nest. And third he needs MLA to dig their own graves, the more destruction they cause the more serious the response of the alliance and other groups that they already started fighting will be. And their fake impersonation of Red Monkeys would not also go unpunished. He is playing a careful game here and he is already left behind by player more powerful than him and with years of preparation, what is more he does not know their full capabilites. Yet.

His watch started biping signaling him it is time to part ways with his brutal vigilante friend and future greatest ally.

-Welp, it looks like my time is up, prepare for what is about to come and trust my judgement, none of their actions will go unpunished, keep with me in touch on that number I gave you when you weren't looking. See you later!- And just like that he disappeared in cloud of smoke.

Knuckleduster was about to say something but his unlikely companion seemed to vanish into thin air leaving a silvery spiderweb in his place where he stood glued to the street lamp. With heavy sigh he gathered himself and took out the note from his pocket staring at it with thoughts what he is just about to do.
-Trust your judgment huh...- He mumbled to himself stuffing the note into his pocket again and walked off.- Not a chance in hell.-

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

As Webber disappeared in the puff of smoke from the place he was talking to his dear friend, he suddenly reappeared in an alley not far away with a bike left there nearby. He calmly went to it and stretched his muscles as he was seating himself on it. Damn this Blink quirk is truly a blessing, he would say enudring almost maddening torture was worth it but he stopped himself at the memory of those times and shuddered, no, it certainly wasn't worth it, not in a milion years.
Getting closer to the location he got from his vision he waked up from his swirling thoughts and parked the bike or rather thrown it at the ground seeing at the window of the nearby restaurant that his targets are already there. He quickly began the recording and sneaked his way towards the rooftops with impressive skill of agility as he tic-tacked on the wall with his camera dangling from his neck.

Panting a little from exerction he put himself in he crawled to the roof entrance and entered maintenance shaft crawling his way through he quickly opened a little the vent leading close to the pair. They didn't started speaking yet, they just seat next to eachother at the Bar Stools. Suspected Re-Destro doesn't look very suited to sit on such small stool due to his towering stature. Next to him seats a woman that is about to become new seat in the Rally. New Overlord being pawn of another force that doesn't want to take a seat in the Rally, audacity of MLA has no bounds. They spit at everything Rally stands for, they parade themselves as organization lead by a coucil of equal memebers, but Webber is sure that is not true and there is only one Supreme Commander, Re-Destro, like the last time nothing changed in this organization. By subtle behavior that woman displays he already knows that he is her superior.

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

Rikiya Yotsubashi has defiently a good day. Everything is working like a clockwork, his organization is blossoming like a beautiful rose it is, Detrenat support company grown again becoming even more influential by absorbing less fortunate business by various less legal means, if it will go as it is now they will own 40 procent of entire country important business, like electricity, water, entire gastronomical industry will be joining soon enough, support industry is taken by storm by them already, this legal and illegal like underground deals under the table.

But well, it wasn't going all without hiccups, his clash with Red Monkeys that reacted to them swallowing gastronomy was rather... difficult, but its nothing they can go out off it is a setback, not major but setback. Similar with the situation in Aldera Junior High, fortunetly they could chop the head of the beast before it awakened and with sublte manipulation of authorities they managed to stick the failure of this case to the detective responsive for discovering it. His Lutentants wanted very much to kill him for such an insult, but he decided not to.

Why? It is rahter simple detective is very important person with many friends in police as well as in hero industry so if a hair will fall from his head half of the country could fall on their heads just because of that. Not to mention man was a friend of nobody else but All Might. It was rather easy to realise when most of the pictures when he is doing something in japan no matter what small this man was always in the picture.
He don't want this much attention, no thank you. At least... not now.

-Destro be praised- Somebody whispered to his ear.
Ah... yes, his meeting, seems like his contact came, just right on time. He smiled to himself as he gazed upon his chosen one. She was a captain that was chosen on the holy duty of sacrifice towards achieving their liberation. She was wearing a bussines attire made from finest materials sourced directly from their company. Somewhat he was sad that a person with such amazing quirk must be sacrificed towards the way of liberation, her quirk was acid skin and her name was Kira Ashido, she was obviously a mutant with small horns protruding from her head, somebody would frown on that but not him, the true destro follower would not frown upon their different brothers and sisters only because of appearance. What is important is strength and personal betterment. Nothing else matters. He knows it well as indisputed leader of MLA that has been ruling for decades, he is not only ruling because of his inteligence or experience in the field as well as hard earned knowledge. The only one that can rule the liberation has to be strong, as in mind he must be also adept in psychical strength, he needs to be able to pour his earned strength overall to reality, because convictions doesn't matter, without strength all of this is only a pipe dream.

-Destro be praised.- He finally responded as woman already started sweating why her leader doesn't respond to her for extended amount of time. She also couldn't stop herself and made a sigh of relief.

-What's new in town?- He asked. He himself for a long time didn't visited Deika city beacuse of very tight schedule and his villainous activites. Since his sacrificial pawn is doing her intended purpose he decided to get wind of the news before Sceptic monthly raport will come in, perhaps its a curiosity on his part, or the other reason, he doesn't want to leave Kira just like that without saying goodbye because of their time spend together before, but he would never admit to it to himself, let alone anybody else.

He is attached to one of his wives after all.

- We finally finished the absorption of Cakes company just like you suggested supreme leader Re-Destro!- She cheered bubbly and forementioned Re-Destro chuckled a little at her antics, gosh she knows how to stroke his ego. He thought offhandedly. - When it comes to preparation of liberation I'am proud to say that operation: Witch hunt is on the finish! Our preparation included waking up 15 sleeping cells and reactivating 5 heavy altilery cells not counting shielding units and your personal Liberational Four is ready to make a big impact, liberation never has been closer!- She cheered half whispering and half shouting.
Re-Destro only lifted an eyebrow at that but in the inside he was smiling like a devil. Finaly his long carefuly crafted plans are coming to fruition, he just needs a moment, a crack in the wall to call for arms and slid his army through it, he is pretty sure that sooner or later he will find his oportunity. Perhaps maybe even the Demon lord would finally make his move.

He grimaced at that, damn it. He ruined his own good mood. And his hands are now shaking. He was so happy when Turining Point happened, he thought that this time he was dead, but no, just like it was six years ago he returned not even showing a scratch that could mark him any weaker. For centuries he had his hold on the underground, for centuries he stood unchallanged on his high hill, and from many aspects before, he was the man that stopped the first liberation. Yes, its ironic but All For One was the first that stopped first ever insurrection of super villainy in Japan. Some even dare to brand him the first symbol of peace. Well, and look how he ended up with doing that, with his face caved in.
He smirked.

Too bad it didn't made his unholy abomination of a meta ability any weaker. Make no mistake he understands strength, he acknowledges it, even worships it but it doesn't mean he like it when this... thing... just can take from everyone else what makes them special. That's just... wrong. Which doesn't please him small corner of his mind tells him also that he surely has supreme meta ability and that might makes right and he cannot disagree with that.

-Hmmm?- He asks and looks again on the woman that looks like she faced three stages of grief already and just got resurrected by his nonconfrontational gaze. He guesses he zoned out a little, a pity. Its not like he can get a full scope of Sceptic raport anyway. Well, he didn't did his anger management exercise today then that is maybe why he zoned out into his hatered. He honestly doesn't blame her, he angered himself with his pointless speculations and worries.
For a while he just pondered how to continue this discussion with how he almost made the poor woman have a heart attack.

-Well, maybe you could inform us how our proggres in this rat den is bringing us?-

She seem like she deflated from sheer relief alone and by the time she calmed down his order from the waitress arrived and he beckoned her to continue while he sipped another cup of coffee. Sometimes he wonders if his blood turned to coffee at some point with how tight his schedule is, supervillainy is not a child play and its very engaging and time consuming.

-Ehkem.- She fixed her throat with her hand over her chest probably to calm her heart. Great, now he feels guilty.- The most important part is already finished, we let ourselves known in the wider underground by presenting ourselves as ressurected Meta Liberation Army with me in the lead. Like I said before we waked up 15 cells to make ourselves groundwork for future infiltrations, bribes are being given, assasination has been ordered and most importantly we are gaining information on dismantling this difficult organization as we speak, by the end of the year, the rally probably would be no more.-
-Speed it up.- He says and she chokes on her drink that she took to refresh herself in the middle.

-But...-

-No buts. Liberation will not wait anymore, I have no patience left after the stunt with Aldera and the headaches it caused us, the only reason I began this operation is a fail safe if Rally joins the fighting and helps the heros in defending HPSC and national diet building. You may misunderstood me miss but let me get myself clear.- He said fully turining himself towards her and she gulps.- I have no intent to belittle your efforts and your ingenious plan of infiltration that you made barely a month ago, it is truly beautiful in every spectrum of this word.- She blushes as his face softens.- But unfortunate circumstances caused us to fasten our plans to bring the liberation even sooner, you see your plans about infiltration and dealing with this annoying spider friends would be correct at the point that nobody knew of our existence, but unfortunetly even before we announced ourselves into the world the leak happened.- She gasped and he held a hand to let him finish.- Let me finish I'am not insinuating anything and I'am not suggesting that someone might be a traitor in yours or any other part of MLA. What I'am saying is that heros began investigating the case right after Aldera slip up, we thought that we erased all the evidence at that place and managed to cover our tracks very well, but unfortunetly our latest sources from HPSC confirmed to us That Nighteye agency opened a closed investigation on Destro's files. Quite brilliant not openly admiting that they investigating us again, yet, now we know that at least one underground hero and one prohero are at least on our tail. That would be fine by itself if we didn't counted the third person on our back.-

The woman was sweating profusely while opening her mouth from time to time like a coy fish but after a while she finally asked.
-And who that person might be?-
Re-Destro sighed and turned away from her towards his coffee again looking at it like it held answers to mysteries of the universe.
-Retired Pro Hero Gran Torino.-

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

Deep inside some underground compound somewhere in Nabu Island in Japan five people were playing cards. The room was nothing to scoff at yet it wasn't anything fancy either. From all sides surrounded them sturdy birck walls that were neatly polished, the walls were surrounded by propaganda posters, some of them said about "liberation day" some of them mentioned meta abilities and superiority of ones to others, but the most important one had a man that had his hair in a neatly ponytail, he wore a suit and had strange inky black mask that looked like someone sprayed ink on this man eyes, this poster seemed to be in better state than others like it was handled with greater care. The light was casted in such a way in this room that the posters were a little dimmed with the light having main focus on the round table that looked very sturdy, around it sat five figures. All of them wore high tech suits that some of better oriented in the world of support equipment could recognize as a Detrenat Suppport Company latest masterpiece. Or rather not support company because lately this support company turned to Industires having many other small companies centered around it.

-Hehehe! And Macau!- One of the villains present said while placing a bunch of cards on the table.
The others looked at him unblinking as the one victiorious villain took a betted money on the middle of the table with sweep of his hand.
-You idiot we are playing poker. Little street.-

He said placing other cards on the table and taking back the money.
Just as the others were about to object a tremor shook the entire facility and they all fell silent.
-Then who is going?-
One of them uncertainly asked and the others shifted uncomfortably.
-Yyyy... ummmm I have to go do the ... do the... dishes! Yes the dishes! I would gladly ask later what did you find out about it soon later after!-
One of them said and bolted towards the other door closing it behind him while others gulped.
-I'am going to take a shit!-

Second said and rushed to the toilets door leaving two? Yes two last behind because third just made a peace sign with his hand and evaporated from existence.
-Then what?-
-Yy...-
They heard explosion nearby shook the building again jolting them upright and standing next to the table nervously.
-Go ahead! Rock! Paper! Scisors!-
The one said while making signs and other joined him trying at least 5 times and both of them constantly tying with eachother.
Unfortunely a sole of the yellow boot to the temple stopped their carefully crafted master plan of shifting responsibility.
A blur passed through the room three times before stomping again on the last villain that used some sort of defensive quirk on instinct, the seasoned fighter took a roundabout route and bounced in such a way and speed he landed with full force on the back of unsuspecting villain that lost all his breath on impact and soon his conciousness with swift punch to the head from short intruder.

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

-Damn those grunts! They have nothing!-
Shouted enreaged small old man with silver hair and yellow hero suit that looked childworthy. He also had a black mask that held a grimace of a century with a man that patience long time faded out.
He hog tied those that he managed to knock out and checked their pockets, none of them even had a seal of greater importance in MLA, he feels like he is chasing his own tail with those bastards.
Third raid and third time its nothing, of course HPSC seems happy because 'something' is happening and reporters from variuous stations outside are grouping for questions as they will surely paint this one big nothing like a monumental achievement to the cause. Obviously he was angry if Toshinori was alive he wouldn't let things to go this far too long, but Toshinori is dead now. He must remind himself day by day and get up to do what he must do from the day he took that oath of sending help where it is needed, and now whole Japan is in need of help.
He couldn't believe that all those years the same organizations that Toshinori punched out of the ring are returning one by one, at this point who knows? Maybe even All For One will return to land of the living.
He grimaced harder at that thought.

And he heard loud sipping of coffee coming from the corner and he was reminded that his annoying accomplice. He seriously wanted to punch him, he knew he could, he was better at quirkless fighting than him. Yet that wouldn't help them much in this situation when Nighteye is making temper tantrums like always.
He looked almost lazily at the man dressed in dark clothing in the corner sipping on the big mug of coffee with 'tea' written on it. He had red eyes literaly and figuratively, from stress and lack of sleep and it was also his natural eye color. He had long black hair that truly sended new ideas to the fashion specialists, or simply he looked like he always did. Like a hobbo.
Not like he looks any better, his yellow suit is very prone to gathering filth and they been for the past 48 hours busting hideout after hideout before enemy will have time to understand they are under attack and that enemy knows locations of their bases. Lets say he is not young man anymore and tired toddler isn't full of energry either since he didn't slept at all, he seriously considers his blood is pure coffee at this point and brain are full of cats.
Takes one to know one.

-What you were suspecting they would have officer in one of outside outposts like this? This is not even considered a cell if you ask me, seems completly illogical to expect more at this point considering we were here raiding them for hours.- Man speaks and knocks the standing up villain on the head knocking him out as he passes by coming towards old man.
-Eraserhead you know that none of the two of us expected to find something, we are basically rushing blind if you ask me but still... this just tingles my senses, in my days there always were some small or even the tiniest bits that you could follow.- One of the grunts groaned again, the same one that Eraserhead knocked and old man kicked first. He has to have some quirk that allows him to wake up this fast from such trauma to the head. He will be annoying.- Considering those grunts, there should at least be something, but this...- He points around them. - Is pointless.

For a while they remain silent and after a while Eraserhead does his raspy imitation that he consideres a laugh. Honestly this man doesn't know what laughing is.
-What did you honestly expected? Oh, Gran it seems like your old age is catching up to you. Those are not early days like before where goverment was filled with well wishing people and young prespective minds that changed 30 years ago when our beloved comission changed their policies, villains were simple minded people or pure monsters that were in the game far too long to remain unpredictable, this time has passed, now we have villains springing up from nowhere like mushrooms after raining everywhere, golden age is long way gone, and with pillar that held it gone its just showing its contents, todays villains are not like the ones long before, overreliant on their quirks and drunk on power, today's villainy is villainy of bigger caliber, on some randome day some guy comes here with bunch of grunts and gives them orders after erasing all signs of himself from the place, not even a finger print remains, this is not like it was before, todays villains combine their efforts and quirks to better results. I watched over those years how this changed in front of my eyes, you.. were far to long out of sauce old man. Besides you only been underground like... I don't know? 6 years? Yeah, six. there is a lot of time before you and you didn't even sinked down deep this stinking mud even to the knees.- Eraserhead rants as he shooks his head.

Gran Torino wants to punch him seriously now. But from the other side... he can't help but agree with him, he is basically a newbie a baby a toddler in the underground heroics world, he never really comitted himself into this type of work before and when he entered this world he just came around and flaundered himself around expecting getting straight answers.

Well for an old man he surely is a fool too, maybe something of Toshi rubbed in on him. They say stupidity is contaigeous, well to late now.
But make no mistake, Gran Torino is still in league of his own, when he was in his prime he could take on powered up Toshinori and earlier Nana and he always won, he always was fast on his feet and a brilliant battle tactician, it seems like he was literally born to brawl. That his carrier never encompased reaching towards underground never really was his fault, he had a team that did that for him, first it was Nana that was a one woman army and could multitask at such level it could be even considered a quirk, if he didn't actually knew her real one. Then there was Sir Nighteye he was an expert in undeground dealings, until All Might demise for the first time when he lost his stomach and left lung. Then people just drifted apart, and he never really had an opportunity to learn how things kind of work here.
Still after all those years his skills never deminished though his health did and hight as the unfortunate aspect of his quirk that comes with aging. He still could probably kick Toshinori's ass and maybe Nana too if he focused very hard, though he doesn't guarantee that he would survive that onslaught, well nobody is going to remain forever after all.

For a while Eraserhead didn't even moved as he saw that Gran Torino THIS Gran Torino was actually considering his words and not smaking his shins this instant for daring to call him out on his bullshit, well its not like old man is a chore to be with but he definetly is stubborn like Nemuri when it comes to taking him to social events. You can't outalk that guy, even if you win you will lose, similar is to Recovery Girl, if you get to hurt she will obliterate your shins to the next year but if you get too cautious she gets impatient. She and Gran Torino are very simliar on that matter, he shudders at the thought of those two meeting eachother. This would be a disaster on planetary scale. Nobody shins would survive such conflict.

Just as he thought that he got what he probably asked for with this line of thought and he bend down in half as he clutched at his pulverized knee.
-That's for not respecting your elders.- Gran Torino grumbled looking like a grumpy cat that gets sadistiacal satisfaction from retaliating against anyone who deserves it.- And thanks for explaining. At least somebody reminded me of that fact, this old lump is not as strong and sharp as before.- He grumbled after a while that sounded strangely like thanks or something familiar.

Gran Torino looked around the room to take his mind from Eraserhead that was trying not to cry from pain and failing miserably and saw that the table had 5 card decks scattered around the table. And currently they apprehanded 2 villains in this room. That put him on full alert as he extended his battle hardened senses and saw how chairs and everythign was positioned and did air changed nearby to him, some invisibility quirks have that little knack that you can still feel air pressure as they move even if their presence is erased completly. So waiting for the moment he seemingly relaxed his posture and went to Eraserhead tapping him on the shoulder that subtly stiffened and still clutched his knee continuing their antics like nothing happened.

that is where villain decided to strike, just as Gran Torino turned himself away from Eraserhead view and turned back against his invisible oponent he soared throught the air. Just as the attack was about to connect to the back of particulary short pro hero Eraserhead turned on 180 degree angle and extened his capture scarf that was hidden between his long hair and black tattered cloak completly ensnaring the incoming villain in awkward position as Gran Torino punched seemingly empty air.

*CRUNCH*

They heard a scream like from a highschool girl and the invisible villain became visible again wearing the same high tech suit that every other villain there have, the visible eyes of a villain rolled back into his head as he fainted from pain.

After a while it was obvious that Gran Torino clearly punched guy square in the balls, well there won't be little invisible people running around any more in the future.
-Well, that was highly illogical of you to go for my knees when we are on enemy's territory with villains still runing around, but what do I know I'am some homeless guy that battles insomia on a daily basis.- Eraserhead quipped.

-Oh, no, my entire reasoning for purely logical, I will not let some baby get snarky on me, what's more its you who is illogical with provoking me, with you knowing exactly what I do when you get your anger issues caused by coffee deficency unloaded on me.- Gran Torino retorted, completly knowing that man eats, drinks, sleeps, and breathe coffee.

For a while they stay silent while Gran Torino makes sure nobody wakes up. After a while Gran Torino makes a long suffering sigh.

-I don't like it.-
-What?-
-They have the same equipment as others from other bases, and this is not some garbage level support equipment from some shmuck but a high grade expensive equipment and they use it on grunts such as them. They must be drowining in it if they have funds to pull something wasteful like that.- Gran Torino states as he lightly kicks unconcious villain arm with distate in his voice and a clear worry seeping into it.

Eraserhead raises an eyebrow and looks at Gran Torino puzzled, its not the first time something like that happened, it is surely worrying but why put some much emphasis into this? They already know it for years such thing is happening.

-What are you trying to say? You know we been on this case for year at least, there is not the first band of shmucks that have this equipment at all. Villains are just getting better like always that is all...

Before Eraserhead manages to finish his sentance Gran Torino rolls his eyes and pulls him by his waist and opens his cloak.
-Let me point it out easy to you, baby steps as I like to say. What. Do . You. See.-

Gran Torino points out at his vest that is shock proof and fire proof and many other things proof such as water proof and so on, very high grade and expensive hero support equipment. He looks at his own vest and frowns what is he trying to say to him? Eraserhead still doesn't catches up with what is wrong, if he payed more attention to Power Loader lectures on support equipment he might have caught up to what Gran Torino was suggesting but he was sleeping then like always in his catterpilar do not disturb mode.

Gran Torino looks at him and he looks at Gran Torino.

After a while of staring contest old man relents and gives a long suffering sigh.
-What do you think about the weaving of your vest? How is it made and how is it the exactly the same way manufactured as mine and every other hero out there.-
Eraserhead blinks and thinks like he is being one stupid right now. Something is missing here and he doesn't knows what. Gran Torino extends his gloves and shows them to him and shows some from the inside and they are sewn the exact same way as his vest and other piece of hero clothing he has. He frowns deeply and concentrates while Gran Torino looks just dissapointingly at him.

-Good, and then look at what the grunt here is wearing.- He points at the unconcious thug that got childless for life treatment from Gran Torino. He frowns and focuses on the support gear he is wearing, there is nothing particular here, from his point of view this is indeed high grade equipment, but that is what they already know, why is Gran Torino pointing this out to him? This gear is very similar to their hero rated gear, what he was pointing at... the weaving and placement of sews on the joints...

-Wait... you don't, they don't... you are not suggesting what I'am thinking?- Eraserhead pales as he stares at the weaving and sews of the vest grunt is wearing and it appears to be not similar or very close ot his gear in terms of quality and similarity, this is the exact same pattern that they have. They have hero gear. Not hero rated gear. Just by this discovery their case became much more complicated and gears started turning in his head just to get caught by the shoulders by Gran Torino that looks him straight in the eyes.

-We never really looked closely at them, or at the things that are obvious from our standpoint, but it looks like we should be informed if in our investigations happened to be found non licensed and without serial numbers hero gear produced by mass. Don't you think?- Gran Torino expression turns feral and maniac.- WE HAVEN'T FOUND ANYTHING BECAUSE EVERYTHING WE WERE GIVING THEM BACK ON A SLIVER PLATTER, THEY HAVE HANDS IN THE POLICE, THEY HAVE HANDS IN THE COMISSION WE ARE FUCKING COOKED RATS! THEY HAD US BE THE NOSE THIS ENTIRE TIME!- He roars into his face and Eraserhead just orients himself at their both stupidity and trust towards law reinforcement. 1 rule of being underground hero is to never trust the local authorities. He groaned looks like he didn't paid attention to his lessons after all, his students if they heard him would laugh their asses off him right now.

After a while of deafening silence in the face of this horrible situation they both ponder what to with their situation.
-What do you plan doing right now?- Asks Eraserhead with having his head blank and silently kicking himself for being illogical and maybe to much sleep deprived because of this all. Maybe sleeping once per three days wasn't a good idea.

-What do we do?- Gran Torino puffs of his cheeks as he shruggs.- We are going vigilante right now.-
-The hell are you talking about?-

-Think, move this thick head of yours, its not only a local thing, you think this snot looking brat that is hiding behind the police barricade from the comission is here to take pictures or autographs? They were at it from the begining when we took the case, when I first saw him I thought nothing of it, but when he came once, twice and he is here even now, I'am starting to suspecting...- Rest of Gran Torino speech turns to unrecognizable muttering.

Eraserhead knew that the case was stinking worse than him on Mondays but he was still a confident pro hero with a lot of experience under his belt so he took the case. It doesn't matter what he thinks of himself and how much he denies it, but something lit up in him as he saw what happened to this poor boy that Knuckleduster nurtures to do.. something, he doesn't trust the man but he is sure he firstly will send him to the hero school if anything, and second when he was showing his evidence hidden in his money purse he saw a small picture of that brat and he knew this kid has vigilante twirled around his finger the first they met. When he actually saw the kid without him knowing it he already know this brat is nothing but sunshine and rainbows and an unhealthy amount of determination, they weren't discret with their training at the beach even. Though none of them know that he was actually the one covering for them when they cleaned the beach together. The amount of determination and self sacrifice in this boy was literally radiating from him all around, he couldn't help but like this brat. Even if they never really met face to face. He seemed like a person that wears his heart on his hand.

And that is how he ended up here. In this mess, and even now, he doesn't regret it.
Gosh I'am really hopeless do I? Eraserhead thought about himself.
And now here he is trying to keep calm about the bombshell that Gran Torino dropped on him that Japanese Goverment might be compromised. He looks down at the Grunt nearby and watches his clothing closely again. Scratch that, it is compromised. If something can go worse it probably would.
Just as Gran Torino returned from his mumbling and texting messages on the phone he was doing and Eraserhead finally got up from his position a nearby door went open that had cleary pointed out that this was a toilet.
-Ahh, I guess you already dealt with it guys?- He asks while fixing his belt and correcting his pants and then he looks up at two pro heros looking at him and blinking owlishly.- yyyhh? Guys...?-
The both Proheros glance at eachother and shrugg after which Gran Torino makes a kick directly at the man head with Eraserhead doing the same with his fist.

-Hunt Or Ne Hunted-

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