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CHAPTER START---
"Huh, green..." Horizon says, currently sitting at a metal desk and holding a small eyeball between his fingers, now reassembled and securely in a jellylike cube of space.
On the table in front of him is another identical eye, along with the five-month-old baby they belong to, sleeping happily as if it weren't currently in surgery.
Horizon places both the eyeballs beside the baby and Shambles all the parts to properly merge together, then leans back in his chair and stretches.
Looking at his watch he sees it's just barely noon and immediately gets up, packing his medical bag, a simple white duffel bag with his blue logo on either side, then picks up the still-sleeping baby in his other hand.
Cradling the baby to his chest he takes his bag and gently opens the door, immediately greeted by a Latino couple. The man in a simple black suit and his wife in a blue dress, both immediately rise to their feet as they see him enter the room.
"Complete success," Horizon says quietly, not wanting to wake the baby.
They both rush over and the lady all but snatches her son out of his arms, hugging and kissing the baby as tears stream down her face.
She mutters a stream of 'thank god' for this miracle, and Horizon uses all his willpower not to groan and roll his eyes.
'God wanted your baby to be blind, but yeah...thank him...whatever,' he keeps his opinions to himself since these are just normal customers he'd likely never see again, traveling to the other side of the world just for his services.
After the family gawks over their now fixed baby the man leads his wife out of the room before returning to have a small chat with Horizon.
"You truly are a miracle worker," the man says in his native Spanish.
"You flatter me," Horizon responds in the same language.
"Truly, I just wish more people could experience this, or you could have more openings."
Horizon chuckles at that, "but if miracles were common then they wouldn't be miracles...and I wouldn't get to charge so much."
The man can't help but laugh at that, remembering the nearly half a billion dollars he paid for this appointment. "A very wise policy, but think of all you could do with more than one client per week."
"I wish I could do almost a dozen every week like last year, but sadly I'm in UA six days a week, it just can't happen," Horizon shrugs. "To the highest bid goes the miracle."
The man shakes his head and smiles bitterly at that, "then I am thankful to be the highest bid this week, doctor," he extends his hand.
"Again, it's just Horizon," Horizon shakes his hand...
---5 Minutes Later...
SHAMBLES
Horizon suddenly appears into his penthouse suite in Saitama Tokyo, only a few blocks away from the hotel that he had just been operating in.
"Finally!" he groans, dropping his medical bag and removing his visor, revealing his face covered in sweat, hair matted to his head.
As he summons the card he just swapped with back to his person he begins undressing, ready to just get cleaned up and find something to eat.
Completely exhausted from performing a five-hour surgery.
Not only performing Lasik Sugery on both eyes, but also brain surgery and nerve reconstruction to connect those eyes to the brain.
5 Hours.
400 Million USD.
2 Healthy working eyes.
A fair deal? Not really his place to decide, all he knows is he got paid.
Getting ready for a shower he looks out his window to see the city in front of him. From where he currently was, Minato prefecture was 25km away, the home of the All Might hero agency, currently not operational since he's in Musutafu to teach at UA.
But only 5km away in the heart of Saitama prefecture was the massive 50-story tall Endeavor Hero Agency. The most active and effective hero agency in the world, with the most annual incidents resolved for the past 15 years in a row, globally. Just barely poking out among the other buildings in the skyline of that particular area, but half the height of the building Law was currently standing in.
While most Hero Agencies were smaller and more modest, more along the lines of Best Jeanist who only had a 5-story building, Endeavor and All Might had monolithic skyscrapers, earned by the sheer number of cases they've resolved.
"No wonder this penthouse is so fucking expensive," Law grumbles. "Would have to be a dumbass to commit a crime this close to Endeavor and his flaming idiots, and just one prefecture over is king meathead himself...for now."
---30 Minutes later.
Sitting at a balcony table in a restaurant only a few blocks away from his penthouse Law is enjoying his lunch.
Wearing a simple black t-shirt, short sleeves to expose his tattoos, and a low cut to show off a bit of the ink on his chest. Along with simple blue jeans and a black belt, his white and blue watch was swapped out for a black and gold edition.
Grilled beef, white rice, fruits and vegetables, and a glass of orange juice. Nothing fancy, dessert is what he was really here for after all. This restaurant is famous for its Parfait.
Feeling his phone vibrate on the table Law flips it over to glance at the screen, slightly missing the fact that the caller ID would just appear in his visor when it was on, now aware that he'd have to make sure nobody saw Nezu's name if he was calling him.
He glances about for barely a second, all the other patrons focused entirely on their food.
"Gild, what's going on?" Law asks, relaxing back in his seat.
"Everything is ready for tonight," a cheerful man answers through the phone. "All the fighters are lined up, the tickets are sold, invitations sent out...and we've even got some early bets starting."
"The best fighters?" Law asks.
"Well you only gave me two weeks to put this together, but a big pot always attracts the best fighters...and they've never seen money like this before, hell I've never seen money like this before."
"Anyone special?"
"Well you wanted brawlers, we got some E and D list Pros, and a special treat or two, but no Pro above that would get caught dead in this, reputation and all that shit."
"Tch, don't they know laws only apply to poor people," Law chuckles.
"Obviously not, that's why they're heroes," Gild laughs so hard Law has to move the phone away from his ear. "Anyway, not everyone can just make a generous donation to the cops retirement and disability fund like you alright."
"Hey now," Law sounds amused and offended. "I don't bribe them to give me a pass...I also donate to the fire department...ya know...the Matani Estate is very charitable to our brave servicemen and women."
Gild laughs into the phone again, "you say that like you don't remember what happened the night we met..."
"Uh," Law thinks about it for a second before lowering his voice. "Yeah we were in Shibuya after the supercar auction, and you tried to fight me because your favorite girl was in my room and you were in the mood to do coke off her tits..."
"Wait..." Gild thinks about it for a second. "Oh yeah...guess the fire was with someone else huh."
"Definitely..."
"Well, anyway, I'll send a car for you and whoever you're bringing tonight."
"It's just me tonight. The new job keeps me busy sadly," Law says.
"Well I'll find some pretty things to keep you company in your private box, I'll call if anything changes."
"Gotcha, just---"
BOOM!
The building opposite Law suddenly begins crumbling as a gigantified villain, 15m -45ft- tall, erupts from it and begins swinging wildly.
"---Gotta go Gild," Law says before hanging up. Simply remaining in this seat as all the other patrons begin scrambling about, watching the fight with mild amusement.
'Honestly, I feel like every other villain has gigantification with how common this shit is...'
But as he's about to get bored the massive, lanky and thin, grey-skinned villain is suddenly attacked by a flying hero blasting out of the building.
Delta Stream, he wore a skin-tight all-red suit with a long flowing cape, and hanging from his arms was another hero wearing a grey and blue costume with a red cape, the suit rose into a hood that covered his right eye, leaving only his left eye and mouth exposed, X-Less.
Watching the duo zip around Law couldn't help but enjoy the show. Some may call it gluttony, or maybe just being ungrateful. But the human desire for more is insatiable.
And for as long as he could remember, Law Matani has always been jealous of those who could fly.
Delta Stream throws X-Less high into the air, and on the way down he lines up his eye blast, and first a wide laser down at the villain, completely knocking him out.
'Laser eyes are so damn cool,' Law thinks to himself. 'Maybe in ten years I'll have enough energy for that...'
But not before the wild flailing arm catches Delta Stream with a lucky strike and knocks the hero into the road below.
And without any physical augmentation effect on his body, simply pure flight is his only ability.
SPLAT!
Watching from two stories up on the balcony Law sees X-Less holding Delta Stream in his arms as the hero takes his last breath.
If only they had a doctor on the scene with a healing Quirk, or even better, someone with a warping Quirk that could have helped him avoid being hit.
But alas, Horizon was not at the scene, just Law Matani watching with uninterested eyes as yet another hero dies.
"Fuck," Law mutters under his breath, turning around to see the entire restaurant empty. "I'm not gonna get my parfait..."
END CHAPTER---
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CHAPTER START---
Sitting in the back of a fully armored SUV Law idly taps the armrest and nods along to the soft hum of music.
The windows were blacked out from both sides, making it impossible to know where you were being taken.
All cellular signals were blocked the moment the door shut behind him, and the divider between him and the drivers was up the entire time, without his particular Quirk he would have had no idea that he was currently being taken through a tunnel beneath Mt. Tanzawa, just outside of Tokyo to the south-west.
This was the standard procedure for all of Gild's events, hosted in a multitude of massive private and secret facilities across Japan.
While he didn't have the same level of efficiency in construction or wealth as Nezu, Girl could undoubtedly get the job done over a few years by bribing the right people. And with the wealth of investors and clients he has, hollowing out part of a mountain isn't the most complicated matter.
Feeling the vehicle stop for a moment, Law then notices them moving up a cargo elevator, at least twenty stories.
ROOM!
His room spreads out for 1KM in every direction, giving him a full map of the tunnel system, a sonar map of all the other guests and vehicles, and even a full display of the massive octagon he was currently being taken to.
As the elevator stops the vehicle drives for a few seconds before the door opens on its own, prompting him to step out.
And the moment he does he sees Gild Tesoro, the greatest underground showman in Japan. Standing at 2.5meters tall -8ft2-, absolutely towering over Law and even making All Might look small.
Slicked back long blonde hair with shades atop his head, and wide muscular shoulders, all wrapped in a pink suit with gold accents and a white undershirt. Ten golden rings on his fingers and countless other accessories adorning him.
His presence could not be missed, especially when standing next to Law, currently wearing a black suit with a gold undershirt, the Matani Estate logo on each shoulder -his shoulder tattoo of intricate hearts-.
"Always the last to arrive eh?" Gild shakes his head as he gestures for Law to follow him. Now walking through a luxurious hallway, completely unbefitting of what should otherwise be a service entrance.
"Well I've still got a few minutes before the first fight, plus I figure since I'm putting up the cash for the prize and keeping the lights on for tonight, they wouldn't mind waiting a few minutes," Law shrugs.
"True, my usual sponsor got here early as usual, and he's always the last to leave, guess you wealthy people have that in common," Gild chuckles as they enter Law's private booth.
A massive viewing room with a red carpeted floor. A private bar with a gorgeous woman behind the counter, and a slew of illegal drugs off to the side on a trolley.
One-way glass walls separate them from the octagonal ring below, and hundreds of people in comfortable seats below surround the ring. All dressed immaculately, enjoying alcohol and any other vice they wish, some more focused on using the screen built into the chairs to start placing bets and reading the odds.
Law sees a couch closer to the glass with a few scantily clad women enjoying drinks on it, and one pats the spot between them giving him a sultry look.
He only shoots Gild an accusatory glance.
"What?" Gild shrugs. "You pay top shelf, you get the full Gild Tesoro experience."
"Well, might as well get my money's worth."
"That's the spirit," Gild gives him a light pat on the back, which nearly palms his entire back. "And some of these people are dying to meet the mysterious sponsor, this is a good chance for you to kick open some doors and invest in whatever schemes they have going."
"My investment company is maxed out on capital right now," Law says, keeping his cover of a young genius investor intact. "Maybe after I cash in next year."
"Well, I'm sure they'll remember this night, nothing like rum, drugs, and whores to make friends over..."
"Don't remind me," Law groans.
Gild just laughs and begins walking away, "just tell the bartender if you need anything, and that includes her...and try to enjoy the show, you're paying for it after all," he calls out over his shoulder while leaving the room.
Law considers it for a moment, the looks between the bartender and ladies on the couch, all magazine worthy, then back to the bartender, "I'll have a martini, dry..." he ordered before sitting with his temporary companions.
He tunes them out for a minute and focuses on the crowd.
'Politicians, big business types...judges? Must have taken some damn good bribes to be able to afford a ticket to this, hell to even get a invite...'
Law sits back as Gild enters the ring by being raised on a platform in the middle of it, 3 mics floating round him, solid gold.
His Quirk, Gold Manipulation, it allows him to meld and shape any gold he touches for up to 10 minutes after touching it. Since he can't generate the substance however finding a use for it is rare, but he quickly became a world-class jeweler before getting busted for illegal Quirk use.
But now he's 26, and he runs events like this as Japan's best underground showman. After being arrested for such an illegal Quirk use it's difficult to find a job in Japan that will trust you enough to allow you to start building credibility, but he still does love making jewelry, hence him making Law's current favorite black and gold watch and gifting it to him.
A peace offering for their first meeting, a fight involving some whores, cocaine, alcohol, and a lot of ice cream.
Law cringes at that particular memory as the bartender plops down in his lap and leans back against him, raising his martini to his lips.
'Time to enjoy the show...'
"WELCOME EVERYONE!" Gild starts his announcement, earning a round of cheers from the audience. "I'd say 'I hope you're having a good day,' but if you can afford to be here you're certainly doing better than most...and you're about to have one hell of a night!
Well, tonight we've got one hell of an event for you. Tonight's sponsor wants bloody brawls, no fancy tricks, just muscles, knuckles, and blood!"
The crowd goes wild, and Gild smiles at all the rich people and their boring lives, excited to see people kill each other.
"Normally the prize is decided by how much you all paid to get in here...but tonight is a bit different, the pot was decided weeks ago!
That's right, one person is bankrolling it, and I think we can all agree the fighters are gonna be fighting extra hard tonight!"
The screens above the ring show a 32-fighter tournament bracket, four stages then the finals.
"That's right, 32 fighters, one champion, but this isn't winner take all, we want everyone doing their best in every stage!
Every fighter has a wallet, and that wallet, at this very moment, has $500,000 in it!
Every win adds exactly one million dollars.
It takes four wins to get to the finals, that 4.5 Million, to do whatever you want it!"
The crowd falls silent, everyone suddenly realizing that this was almost five times the usual grand prize that fighters get at these events. Many people move to shift their bets, now knowing people will be fighting extra hard for that kind of life-changing money.
"And the grand prize..." Gild smiles wickedly, he could almost see the crowd falling off the edge of their seat as the tension builds. "The winner of the entire tournament, their wallet doesn't go to 5.5 Million....but 50 MILLION DOLLARS! That's 50 mil in untraceable cash...without taxes of course, because you all know what we say about taxes here, right?"
He hears a chorus of laughter from the crowd.
"Taxes are for---"
He lifts his mic to the crowd, "POOR PEOPLE!" they all yell in unison.
"Hahahha, now who's ready to see some blood?!"
The crowd goes wild once again, and Law enjoys his drinks and company as he sits back and waits for the carnage to unfold.
Ready to watch some Power Types brawl it out and kill each other, all the get a better and more up-close understanding of the mistakes they usually make while fighting.
If he wants to shift his combat style a bit then he'd need experience, and this is just a way to fastrack that. Plus he's always looking for new and creative ideas...
As the first match is beginning, Law sees what looks to be a man a simple strength enhancer enter the ring with a guy that has a strange Quirk that generates extra muscle fibers across his body.
'Gross,' was his only thought, and the ladies sitting atop and beside him reel back in disgust.
But luckily for them, that particular individual would only win this round, because Muscular is a big fish in a little pond, while Gild was able to cast a large international net with the cash prize Law offered.
Opening his ROOM one more time Law does another scan of the entire arena, not sensing anything weird, and he recognizes everyone in the other VIP Booths, so he simply closes the ROOM and enjoys his night.
However, on the top level with Law's booth are a few others, only 8, one for each side of the ring.
But in one of the rooms directly opposite him is a large man wearing a simple suit, not currently connected to any lift support systems, sitting on a large chair alone. A black industrial mask covering his head.
All For One, the usual sponsor of these events, purely to scout unique and useful Quirks, this time simply getting to be a guest and save some of his money, enjoying the show.
He always arrives first to take a look at the list of fighters, and always waits until everyone else leaves before getting more hands-on with the fighters.
Because of this, he's fortunate that Law wouldn't sense anything off -not that his ROOM was currently active- but for later when Kurogiri opens a Warp Gate to retrieve his master.
The demon lord sits and enjoys the show, while the future Symbol Of Peace does the exact same.
So close to meeting, but yet so ignorant of the negligible distance between them.
But fortunately for all the otherwise defenseless spectators, and the currently unarmed Law, their meeting was nearly 3 months away, near the end of July.
When Horizon and All For One would finally meet, and the fate of the world will rest in a simple contract...
END CHAPTER---
Just curious, I got done with chapter 90 a few hours ago and that means I'm officially writing the December chapters right now. By then how far into the MHA timeline do you think we'll be?
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