78Hey yall! Thank you all for patiently waiting! I am back with a brand new chapter of Of Violence And Theft: How I Became A Violent Conqueror! I hope this new chapter will appease you all and be sure to let me know what you think!
Chapter 4: The Throes Of Vigilantism
It's been over a week since the… disappearance of the Dumbass Monkey Squad. Of course, considering the circumstances surrounding the three, not to mention the profession these three very vocally expressed in pursuing, their disappearance has caught the eye of some people who I'd rather not have snooping around.
"So how long would you say you know the three?" The police officer asks me in my personal room, Junko thankfully playing outside and not here with me to witness the absolute bore of being questioned by officers in search for any leads that'll take them to where the Dumbass Monkey Squad are located.
Of course, I made absolutely sure to make any and every piece of evidence non-existent in my own base of operations. When you can make a near-endless amount of clones the amount of work needed to get done individually gets exponentially easier. There's no murder that a shitload of lemons and bleach can't hide!
Stopping myself from continuing to ponder my thoughts, I answer the officer. "I've known them for about seven or so years."
The officer behind the one who asked me the question begins jotting down notes while the first officer hums at my response. "I see… you wouldn't mind telling us where you were last week on Sunday would you?" The officer presses forward.
Not missing a beat, I answer swiftly. "I was at the abandoned industrial park one hour south from here. I discovered the place rather recently and have been using the place to train my quirk."
That seems to get them to pause, as if they have been given all new information that forces them to pause so that they may process it. "You have a quirk? We were told you were quirkless."
Well as far as my records sat, they'd be correct to assume as such seeing as up until a couple days before last week for all intents and purposes I truly was quirkless. I could continue the conversation then and there, but I figure it'd be best to show rather than tell. Extending one of my hands out, fleshy tendrils come out from my palm much to the alarm of the officers, with the one jotting down notes rising from his seat and looking wary at my tendrils. In a matter of moments the tendrils of flesh soon begin intertwining with one another, giving form of what is essentially a copy of myself. Once the shape was completed, ooze began exuding from the muscular fibers and covering the clone from head to toe, solidifying into my own features once it was all said in done. In basically less than five seconds, I had a copy of myself looking at the officers and vice versa. "Well, this is it." I finish off, with my clone nodding along before taking a seat on my bed.
Both officers remain silent for a moment, the officer questioning me relaxing after a second while the other sits back down. "That is… quite the quirk you have there. You must be happy to have a quirk of your own now."
I merely nod, allowing myself to take breath after subconsciously holding it in for so long. "Is there anything else officers? Or are we done here?" My clone inquires politely.
"Now hold on one second kid, we just have one more question to ask you. Are you absolutely sure you don't know anything about the disappearances of Ijime, Sudou, and Tomoo? If you know anything we'd like to know." The officer pleads(?) at me.
My mouth flattens into a line as I can't help but deadpan at the officers before me. "What do you want me to say officers? That I know where my three tormentors are? I honestly don't care what happens to them and at least I can have some peace of mind now that they're gone." I say my piece, crossing my arms while the two officers look at me with alarm. What? Is it wrong for me to say I don't care what happened to my body's former bullies? Fuck em, they weren't gonna do anything good anyhow regardless if I kept them alive or not. At least this way I now have their admittedly capable quirks.
After a moment had passed, the two of them decide it's finally time for them to leave me be considering they up and left without a word. Now being all by myself, I let my body relax onto the welcoming embrace of my bed. Looking back at the whole situation, I'm sure there were plenty of ways I could've gone about the whole situation better… not just with the Dumbass Monkey Squad but also with the authorities. Knowing how these stories tend to go from what I remember, this would be about the moment I begin to draw scrutiny from some kind of hero, usually Aizawa who would somehow take the time out of his day to make connections to that are so far out there and yet it is more than enough for him to get into contact with me which would end with me getting some kind of in with U.A.
The sheer absurdity of such a thought made me break out in laughter. Feeling my laughter subside after a good five or so seconds, I begin to think about a game plan as to where to go from here. For the past week I have been subtly focusing on training my quirks and seeing how well they would synergize with one another. For the most part Muscular's quirk Pump-Up has been the most versatile, usually acting as a consistent force multiplier for any of my other quirks. So far its best use has been in conjunction with Twice's very own quirk Double, with Sudou's Orangutan Arms being the next best quirk to use with Pump-Up. Haven't found a use for Toga's quirk but I know that it has the potential to go far, so I just need to find a way to train that without going through less-than-legal methods.
Hmm… I could always try to bullshit it. Maybe combining Toga's quirk with Muscular and Twice's could be a good way to work it in as one of the abilities of my "public quirk". Gotta think of a way to have such an ability be "discovered" though, and that feels like it'll be more complicated to achieve out of the blue.
Yeah, it'd probably be best to hold off on revealing that potential combo anytime soon.
The rest of the day was uneventful, with me finally showing my "public quirk" to the rest of the kids and the matrons here in the orphanage and them giving me an overwhelming positive response to such a useful and cool quirk. After playing with the little kids for a bit seeing as they all seemed ecstatic at the sight of multiple mes, the older kids started trying to get to view them in a more positive light by acting noticeably nicer to me in a way that just screams fake to me.
I ignored them and went to do my own thing, which was mainly plotting out my first night out of real world training. And what better way is there to train than to have yourself thrown into the deep end?
By the time night hit I had made sure to create a muscle clone to take over for the night and cover for me to make sure nobody realizes I am gone from the orphanage. Heading down to an empty alleyway, I adjust the padding under my baggy black jacket before placing on my black balaclava mask.
Okay… I got my work cut out for me. All For One is undoubtedly doing shit in the shadows and I only have a few years to get my shit together enough to be able to overcome not just All For One but the inevitable fallout of such an event. Pulling out my newly-acquired aluminum baseball bat, I give it a few practice swings before looking up toward the rooftops of the buildings beside me. Activating Pump-Up, my once baggy clothes are now tightening as my body increases in size due to all the muscle fibers I am wrapping around my body. Squatting down, I tense my muscles before springing myself up towards the sky, feeling the wind buffet around me as I reach the roof levels in a matter of seconds. Extending some flesh tendrils out, I reach for the nearest antenna and pull myself towards it before gravity takes effect and I begin to naturally descend. The antenna slightly bends from the force exerted, but it remains sturdy and I land on the roof with an audible thump.
I cringe at the sudden loudness I conjured with my weight, and I freeze in place as I focus my hearing to see if there's any movement nearby. After waiting for about ten seconds or so before sighing in relief. Wouldn't be so good if I caught any unnecessary attention just minutes as I started my first day out. Glancing around my surrounding area, I eventually decide to head towards the west which I have long since noted is the less savory part of this city.
Before that though, might as well take a good look at my stats and see how much progress I've made this past week.
Fukurou Mishima, Lv. 18
Alignment: True Neutral
HP: 1148/1148 [3 Points Every Second]
SP: 1148/1148 [3 Points Every Second]
EXP: 550/7700
STR: B (07/50)
AGI: B (07/50)
VIT: C (37/40)
INT: C (22/40)
WIS: C (15/40)
CHA: C (25/40)
Available Stat Points: 90
While my level or amount of available stat points have not increased by much, my stats have increased substantially by simply pushing my body to its utmost limits day in and day out since last week.
Turns out that killing three punks that haven't entered their Hero School and aren't quite experienced in real-world combat wouldn't provide as much EXP as named characters such as Goto, Toga, and Jin.
Ignoring that train of thought, I begin heading west by jumping from building to building, glancing around to see if anything catches my attention. After about five or so minutes jumping from one rooftop to another, I finally catch a glimpse of something interesting. Focusing my gaze and activating my Accelerated Perception quirk, I have more than enough time to deduce what is going on.
I see a man clutching his bleeding side, staggering as he tries to remain upright using the wall as support, and behind him I see what looks to be a gang of four young punks slowly walking up behind him in a taunting manner, with what I deduce is the leader of said gang is holding a bloodied knife in his hands.
After dealing with Toga and Goto, this seems much easier to deal with. Jumping off the ledge of the building, I aim myself directly above the leader of the group and let gravity begin to do its thing. The gang seems unaware of me as their attention is still on the bleeding salary man, and just as the leader is beginning to snark my whole body hits him with enough kinetic force to pummel him deep into the concrete floor with a notable crunch that I have now made the connection to bones being broken. Glancing down with Accelerated Perception activated once more, I take note that the guy is completely unconscious, his eyes whitened and the knife out of his hands and sprawled a couple feet away.
+625 EXP!
Getting off his back and idly taking note of the fact my shoes have left deep indents into his body, I place my attention to the group of thugs before me.
"Itsuki! You bastard!" The trio immediately rush towards me with improvised weapons in their hands as they collectively shout their leader's name.
Twirling the bat in my hands, I idly wait for one of them to get close enough before striking him in the gut with my bat. As he gets the air knocked out of him and he crumples to the ground, I move past him and aim a swing at the next closest individual. Unfortunately for me, my swing misses and the guy takes the opportunity to aim a punch to my face while wearing brass knuckles.
-45 HP!
Taking note of the amount of damage taken, I realize that this is the first time that I personally have taken that amount of damage. The guy punches hard I have to admit, and I lean back to dodge his rather telegraphed uppercut from hitting me in the chin. Throwing out a roundhouse kick to his side, I use the momentum to aid me in swinging my bat towards the guy behind me, who has only just started to get up from the strike on his gut before my bat strikes his back and sends him crumbling down onto the alley's asphalt.
+495 EXP!
Quickly finishing my turning motion, I face the two thugs and note that one of them has activated his quirk, which looks to be some sort of psychic quirk by the look of things seeing as many bits of trash around me are glowing with a slight purple tinge and slowly rising from the ground. That's a neat trick, but definitely not my style. Wrapping some extra muscle strands around my head under my hoodie, I rush forward toward the thug actively using his quirks with my arms raised and keeping my bat ready to strike him in a non-lethal area. The guy with the brass knuckles takes another shot at me, but this time I'm prepared for it as I body-check him towards a dumpster while keeping pace towards the telekinetic quirk user.
What I wasn't prepared for however were for all the glowing objects around me to shoot at me with incredible speed. I get bombarded with notifications that show just how much health each individual piece of trash takes from me, even with using Pump Up as a form of armor. One particular piece hits me especially hard in my shoulder, a solid sixty points of HP lost in that instance. Quickly glancing towards my hit area I see that it is the knife of the gangoon named Itsuki that has found itself deeply lodged in my shoulder.
But regardless of that hit I power through the pain and kick myself off the ground and towards the guy the telekinetic quirk, who is too slow to react and can only widen his eyes as my body collides against his, sending him careening towards the dead-end of the alleyway. The moment many of the remaining floating debris lost its purple glow I knew the guy was put for the count, and thus now I can fully focus on the last remaining thug.
+865 EXP!
His eyes widen with fear the very moment I turn my attention to him, but even with that fear flowing through him, he rushes towards me with his fists raised and ready to attack me. Bringing my arms up, I cover my face with my forearms and rush forward to knock out the thug with an uppercut of my own. The guy's fist meets my own, but the sheer strength behind my enhanced arm is more than enough to power through his own punch and land a solid hit that knocks him out cold.
+900 EXP!
Looking around, I notice the bleeding salaryman staring at me with wide eyes, as if he cannot believe what he has just witnessed. Walking up towards him I can easily see his body stiffen in fear, his face paling and his eyes widening as I walk closer and closer to him. Let's alleviate such fears shall we? "C'mon, let's get you right up. You have an open wound and we gotta treat that as fast as we can." I tell the guy, carefully hoisting him up and helping him get out of the alleyway.
Now, where is the hospital located again?
Later…
After dropping him off to the nearest hospital and alerting the nearby staff, I continue on my way to see if I can find any more crime going on.
And so I search…
And search…
And search some more…
Okay, either I suck at finding crime or there literally isn't anything going on!
Looking more fervently through the streets, I see a woman struggling with changing her car's flat tire judging by the way her curses can be heard all the way from where I'm standing. Eh, not like I have anything better to do. Doing my best to not damage the ground below me and to not make any sudden loud noises, I am successful in my attempt seeing as the woman is still focused towards her car. Walking up till I am only a couple feet away from her, I decide to make her aware of my presence. "Ahem, do you need some-!?"
Before I can even finish my sentence, the lady lashes out with the tire iron in her hands, making me back away in surprise as the lady gets up and points the tire iron at me threateningly. "Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down lady!" I yelp in surprise, both my arms raised in a placating manner as I give the woman her space.
"Get away from here you villain! I will not let myself be a damsel to no one!" She roars, though I can tell that she is scared by the slight trembling in her hand and by extension the tire iron she is gripping.
Letting out a sigh, I slowly lower my arms and stare at her unimpressed. "I'm not gonna hurt you ma'am. I was just gonna offer help, seeing as your tire is flat and I have watched you struggle with it for a while already." I explain, watching her expression slightly twist with confusion but still holds the tire iron out towards me.
"How do I know you're telling the truth!?" She questions.
Just as I was about to answer her, I glance at her car for a quick moment before doing a double-take. "Ma'am… were you just trying to take off the car's wheel without using the carjack?"
This completely threw the woman off, seeing as she immediately lowers her arm holding the tire iron when faced with my question. "N-No! I was just… I was gonna…!"
As she tries to defend herself and her actions I could only stare at her with pity. This lady really was gonna end up killing herself if she kept going the direction I know she was heading. I walk past her, ignoring her yelp of surprise and placing the carjack where it should be. Using my quirk to extend a tendril of muscle, I use it to raise the jack enough for the car to be lifted and to give enough space for the tire to be changed. "May I see the tool in your hands ma'am?"
Turning to her, I notice her staring at me with wonder and she hesitantly gives me the tire iron in her hands. Quickly removing each lugnut, in about two minutes I get the flat tire off of the car and begin to place the spare tire on. "You could've hurt yourself ma'am, you gotta be more careful." I lightly chastise as I begin placing the lugnuts one after the other.
"I… I'm not good with this kind of stuff." She admits, a hint of shame in her tone.
As I finish tightening the last lugnut and ensuring the tire is on tight, I begin to lower the jack and by extension the car. "It's always a good thing to practice skills that would be useful in the real world. Just… be more careful in the future alright?" I tell her, handing the tire iron back to her. She nods slowly as she gingerly takes the tire iron back. With that said I then head on my way to see if I can find any potential fights.
For helping a lady change her tire and subverting her expectations, you have gained +3 to CHA!
Oh! Well isn't that useful!
"Okay… so you said your house is located next to the roundabout with the giant pear tree?" I ask the lost child in my arms, who honestly looks to be around three years of age, give or take a few months.
"U-Uh-huh!" The kid sniffles as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. Note to self: make sure you buy tissues when you have time.
After helping the lady change her tire, I went on in search of any potential fights and/or crimes I can butt in. Much to my disappointment, the only thing I found was a lost kid who apparently was at a sleepover before deciding they wanted to go back to their parents and getting lost in trying to head back home. I know I'm just doing this to improve my stats and skills, but I'm pretty much becoming a vigilante doing this kind of shit.
Honestly, that doesn't sound bad to be honest. I get the opportunity to fight both heroes and villains, which will no doubt net me a lot of EXP and help me level up faster. Let's see… he said the roundabout with the pear tree… Okay where the hell is it?
It took me another ten minutes before finding the aforementioned roundabout with the tree, and from there I asked him which specific house it was. From there he merely pointed towards the house with a Nissan Cube in the front of it. Okay, I have questions as to how such a car still exists in such pristine condition seeing as this setting takes place in the 23rd century.
Regardless, I walk up towards the door and drop the kid off. "Now are you sure that this is your house?" I ask the kid, to which he nods, "Alright then, here goes." I utter, raising my hand and about to knock on the door before the kid tugs on my pants. Looking down at him, he shakes his head much to my confusion.
"Is okay! Key right here!" The kid motions to the doormat and I immediately understand what he is trying to say. Getting off of the doormat, I crouch and dig under it, where sure enough I feel a key placed under it. Gently placing the key inside the door's lock, I slowly turn the key and open the door for the kid before pulling the key out and placing it back under the doormat.
"Alright kid, I wish you luck with braving your parents' wrath. Get some rest in the meantime." I advise the kid, turning around to continue my night out only to be stopped once more by the kid hugging my leg.
"Thank you mister!" The kid thanks me before walking into his house and loudly closing the door.
What the hell kid!? I take that sudden noise as my ticket to book it out of there as I sprint as fast as I can with my augmented legs.
For helping a kid get back to home safely, you have received +2 CHA
Not the time system!
For the next two hours it was for the most part uneventful. I helped an old man with some directions to the nearest hotel he could crash in and I saved a bunch of cats shoved in a bag from drowning in a river.
Fucking cats man, I don't know what it is about them that hate me so much. They scratched the hell out of my arms and that hurt like hell. Ungrateful little fucks… last time I try to save their asses. My only reward for these two actions being a +1 to my CHA from helping the old man and absolutely nothing for helping the cats.
Before I can ponder any further, I stop in my tracks and gaze towards a still open food stall, the sheer smell being very enticing and inviting. I am a little famished, might as well treat myself for a decent start on my first night out. Though before taking a step inside I quickly decide to remove my disguise and to deactivate my quirk just to ensure I look less conspicuous
"Welcom, please come in!" The employees say in unison when they see me walking up to their stand. Walking in, I am surprised to see the food stall empty for the most part, with only three people inside and they're all dressed in uniform so it's easy to surmise them being the employees of this establishment. Taking a seat on one of the stools I am quickly helped by one of the employees, having ordered some karaage, gyoza, and some takoyaki for food and some iced tea for my drink. As I wait for my food to be made, I take sips from tea and just bask in the stall's ambience, enjoying this breather I am giving myself as the aromas waft in the air and into my nose, making me anticipate the delicious flavors my tongue will soon experience.
As I wait I soon hear some footsteps coming closer to the stand, and from the corner of my eye I see fucking Aizawa in his hero costume walk in nonchalantly and taking a seat one stool away from me!
Outwardly I was as cool as cucumber, unfortunately I can't say the same to what I was feeling inside. Faust this is some fucking bullshit! Not even finished with my first night out and I have to potentially deal with Aizawa! That's something only shitty writers do! What the hell!?
Hey, I don't control the fucking universe okay? Whatever happens here for the most part is just the characters doing what they normally do. I ain't controlling them or anything of the sort. This is all mere happenstance. All I can say is just act natural and don't be suspicious whatsoever.
Well… you're not wrong there. Just gotta act natural.
"So what's a brat like you doing by yourself during this time of night?" Aizawa suddenly asks, making me freeze just as I was about to take a sip from my iced tea to calm myself down.
Having frozen for a second, I press on to grabbing my iced tea and taking a sip.
A long sip.
After about five seconds pass, I calmly place my iced tea down and turn to look at Aizawa. Man, the anime and manga certainly underplay how tired Aizawa looks normally seeing as the bags under his eyes look more like bruises. "Was training. Got hungry and I just wanted to eat something good." I explain, turning my head when I hear the notable sound of a plate being placed on the table.
"Here's your order!" The cook states happily as he puts a large plate of food before me, my stomach growling with anticipation of delicious food. Doing my best to ignore Aizawa, I begin digging in my food and oh my goodness this is fucking delicious! This has become my favorite spot! I'll definitely be coming back here at least once a week!
"Your parents don't mind you being out in the streets so late?" Aizawa further questions, his own drink being handed to him which upon further inspection looks to be some kind of juice.
Swallowing the gyoza in my mouth, I merely shrug, giving myself a moment as to whether or not to tell him that I am an orphan or to just answer him vaguely enough to make his own connections. Considering that it might bite me in the ass later, I decided to just give it to him straight. "Orphan. Parents aren't in the picture anymore." I reply to Aizawa in a monotonous manner before going back to my food and grabbing a piece of karaage and putting the delectable meat into my mouth.
Aizawa hums, a silence permeating between us for a solid ten seconds or so. As much as I hate to admit it, the silence is just making me wearier as to what Aizawa is gonna do. I know that I have some crimes under my belt now but I made damn sure that I wouldn't be seen as the culprit! Quickly disguising the tremble in my hands by placing them under my armpits, I take a deep breath and lean back a bit in an effort to relax.
"You said you were training… You want to become a hero?" He inquires, and turning to him I see his piercing gaze fixed on me, his bowl of ramen being placed in front of him not being enough to change his attention.
Okay, seriously… what the hell did I do to catch his interest!? "Maybe. Didn't discover my quirk until recently so… I have my work cut out for me if I decide to head down that road." I answer simply, taking the chance to stuff my mouth with some takoyaki.
"You just discovered your quirk? Really?" Aizawa deadpans in disbelief, his attention further fixated on me.
I shrug, knowing that I technically am telling the truth here. "Well to be honest it's been more than a week, but yeah I have only recently discovered my quirk."
Aizawa stares at me for a while longer, before letting out yet another hum and going back to eating his food. Once he does so, I begin to do the same. After that point there was silence between the two of us, neither of us bothering to continue the conversation in order to ensure our food doesn't get cold while we eat. Eventually Aizawa leaves, having eaten all of his food faster than I have, paying his food before taking his leave. I catch him glancing at me for a second before he turns his head away and leaves the establishment.
…
Holy shit that was tense!
I take a quick moment to just collect myself, getting my chopsticks to grab one of the last remaining takoyaki balls on my plate before shoving it in my mouth and letting its explosion of flavors envelop my mouth.
Surely I doubt that I caught his interest right? I mean in the grand scheme of things I know that currently I shouldn't be in anyone's crosshairs, I've only been here for a little over a week and a half.
With that thought calming me, I finish the last of my iced tea and pay what I owe before taking my leave. Looking at the clock my system provides, it says its about 1:30 in the morning.
I should be able to get back to bed by two.
With Aizawa…
Aizawa gazes down upon the red-haired orphan who has placed his hoodie over his head and has begun walking down the road. In the grand scheme of things it really isn't all that uncommon to see kids out and about in the streets during this time of night, his work as an underground hero can attest to that.
So many brats… throwing their potential away just to make a quick buck or just for the fun of it. It irritates him that society just lets such things happen.
Gazing from above via the roof's ledge, Aizawa watches as the kid makes his way out of the sushi bar and heads on his way. He walks with a neutral disposition, completely unaware of me by the look of things. Following him, Aizawa takes note of how far he has traveled with each passing block before eventually reaching an orphanage that is about six miles away from the food stall that they met in.
Aizawa then sees the kid climb up the side of the building before sneaking in through one of its many windows.
"What are you doing, Eraserhead?" A feminine voice inquires from behind Aizawa all of a sudden.
Aizawa lifts his head up and tilts it just enough to get a glimpse of the person who crept up behind him. "Lady Nagant… are you on a mission?" He questions carefully, taking note that her quirk isn't active.
"Of a kind… I require your assistance. " Lady Nagant requests, with Aizawa not at all surprised by Nagant's request. "Mexico's top hero school graduates are coming in a matter of weeks. We gotta ensure there are no problems that will occur during their stay here."
Mexico's Hero School of Lucha… so it's their turn huh… even with it being a recent thing made under the guise of strengthening country relations, all it is is a glorified way for politicians to make more money. This so-called World Tournament has only started a few years back and this year it is Japan's turn to host it.
Letting out a sigh of resignation, Aizawa gets up from his spot and turns to meet Lady Nagant eye-to-eye. "I'll follow your lead, explain on the way." Aizawa remarks as Lady Nagant then does as he says and they begin heading off to their new objective.
The Following Day…
Throwing kick after kick at the punching bag hanging from the ceiling, I take note of how long it now takes for my stamina to completely drain from consistent physical activity. Pulling out a notepad from my inventory, I begin to scribble down my latest time and improvements, taking note how much I've grown since the last point I've written down my growth.
Conditioning is all well and good, but I know I need an edge to be able to get out on top should this world throw me a curveball. And a quick look in my Inventory reminds me of the potential edge I can give myself.
[Rare Loot Crate x2]
A blue crate filled with a random item from a random world that is of the rare variety.
[Epic Loot Crate]
A dark amethyst crate filled with a random item from a random world that is of the epic variety.
Crates are tiered by the rarity of the items they can potentially hold: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythical, Ultimate, and Divine.
And among their rarity, they are tiered by their usefulness: F, E, D, C, B, A, S(1-3), and X.
Pulling out all three crates, I set them down on a table I recently acquired and laid them out before me. Taking one of the rare crates into my hands, I open it and a bluish glow bursts out of it.
Ping!
You have obtained the following!
[Infinity Bandanna - Rare, S-Rank]
Who needs to buy ammunition when it you have an infinite supply of it? Once belonging to Solid Snake, this bandanna has the mysterious effect of granting whatever weapon is in your hands infinite ammo! No need to reload, just shoot to your heart's desire!
A black bandanna is laying in the crate, its unassuming form filled with a cheat power that any gun nut would absolutely love! Taking it out and into my hands I find myself holding onto a piece of history and I just can't help but stare at it in amazement. Slowly putting it on my forehead, I tie it firmly but not tight. Pulling out my Nagant Revolver from my inventory, I am surprised to find all seven chambers in the cylinder filled with its respective bullets.
Now that just leaves me with the last remaining Rare Crate and the Epic Crate. Grabbing the Rare Crate, I open it and-!
Ping!
You have obtained the following!
[Rare Class Companion Gem - Rare, ?-Rank]
Brings forth someone of Rare-Quality to be a companion for you! To activate the gem, simply clench it. This week's availability is: Leorio(HunterXHunter), Jack Marston(Red Dead Redemption), Hal Emmerich(Metal Gear), Kombu Infinity(One-Punch Man), Tokiomi Tohsaka(Fate), Morgan Blackhand(Cyberpunk), Ganryu(Tekken), Mohammed Avdol(JoJo's Bizarre Adventure).
…
I can get people too?
That's… honestly quite the shocker. Taking a look at the available list I can't help but let out a whistle. Each of these characters provide a set of abilities that would no doubt be useful, though there are some that are notably more useful than others.
Do I get to choose who I pick Faust?
Nope! It's all randomized with each of them having a 12.5% chance of being summoned.
Ah… well that's a shame.
Regardless of that little setback, any of them would be beneficial to have at my side. Better an ally than no ally. So with that in mind I take the sapphire palm-sized gem in my hand and tighten my grip on it, with the gem getting crushed rather easily in my hands much to my surprise. The remnants of the gem begin to glow and flow out of my hand in streams of light, the mesmerizing display dancing around in front of me before compressing into the rough shape of a person's body before brightly flashing.
The blinding flash made me close my eyes in slight pain, feeling as if I was flashbanged. Rubbing my eyes I take care to slowly open them to see who it is I have summoned.
The first thing I take note of is that the person I have summoned has brown hair and is wearing glasses, not to mention that he has a rather large computer in his arms. I don't even need to use [Observe] to see who it is I have summoned.
Hal Emmerich, also known as Otacon.
The man looks around in a confused manner before locking eyes with me. "I take it you're the reason I'm here?" Otacon questions, making me nod. "I see… seeing as you have summoned me i take it you are in dire need of assistance? I'm Hal by the way, but you can call me Otacon." The lithe intellectual states, extending a hand out to me to which I accept.
"Pleased to meet you, Otacon. The name is Fukurou Mishima. Welcome to 23rd Century Japan!" I greet the otaku-genius, who pauses in shock.
"Wait… did you just say what I think you just said?" Otacon remarks with undisguised awe, making me smile at his reaction.
"You heard me right! Have you ever heard of My Hero Academia?" I ask him.
Otacon's grin is the only answer I need to see.
Later At Haneda International Airport…
The plane holding Mexico's Hero School of Lucha landed at the airport about 15 minutes ago. The heroes in there briefed the soon-to-be heroes of what is to be expected of them while in a foreign country and the proper etiquette they must show so as to not bring shame to their school or to their country.
"Do you all know what is expected of all of you the very moment we leave this plane?" A man wearing a blue mask questions his future comrade-in-arms.
"Yes, Blue Demon sir!" The students answer in unison.
"Will you bring shame to not just your country, but to those who came before you?" The other hero beside Blue Demon remarks, his gaze hardening through his silver-white mask as he crosses his arms and gives off an imposing aura.
"No, El Santo sir!" The students exclaim once more.
"Good! Now, let's head out and show Japan what we are capable of!" El Santo roars out in cheer, with all of the students in the plane following his example.
With that said, Blue Demon and El Santo turn to look at each other and nod. They turn around and begin to head out of the plane, two of Mexico's Greatest Heroes leading the best of their next generation.
Blue Demon The Eighth, Mexico's Number Two Hero.
El Santo The Ninth, Mexico's Number One Hero.
Both heroes come from lineages beginning in the 20th century, and have flourished even more since the dawn of quirks. They are considered by many around the world as the strongest hero team out there, for not only having incredibly strong quirks, but for their unrivaled and impeccable teamwork.
Walking out of the plane, they are immediately met with an entourage of suited men belonging to the Hero Public Safety Commission. One of them steps forward to meet Mexico's Top Heroes. "Greetings and welcome to Tokyo. I am Commission Officer Kisaki. Pleasure to make the acquaintance of such renowned heroes." Kisaki speaks to the two heroes in fluent Spanish, adjusting his glasses as he meets both heroes eye-to-eye.
"We thank Japan for extending the invitation." Blue Demon says, taking the initiative to shake the commission officer's hand. "I take it our accommodations have been taken care of?"
"Of course, let us lead you there." Kisaki answers, turning around and taking point as he and the other suits of the Hero Public Safety Commission begin leading the Mexican Heroes and their students out of the airport.
The moment they all head into the terminal, they are immediately bombarded with reporters and paparazzi, with both security and the Hero Public Safety Commission doing their best to ensure that said reporters don't get too close, else they accidentally cause an international incident. The heroes calmly wave and smile in front of the cameras, showing a strong front which is followed up by their students copying their teachers and doing the same. As they head through the airport, they finally reach the exit and are met by a hero not belonging to either Japan or Mexico.
"Wow… Blue Demon and El Santo in the flesh! I am quite the fan of you two I must say! Your ancestors really inspired me among many other heroes I've seen growing up." A tall man says with a wide smile on his face. He is wearing a white hero suit with red and blue accents with a matching cape and a star-shaped Mohawk on his cowl-mask. The man then extends a hand out for either of them to shake. "Oh well where are my manners! I am Destroyman! America's Number Two Super Hero!"
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April 17, 2023