Chapter 1: Prologue
It was 9 a.m. on Wednesday morning. The sun radiated over the city of Musutafu as the trees lost their leaves. Futari was already awake, brushing his teeth. Futari is a 15 year old, 5ft' 10in black teen. He is 15 years old. His hairstyle is short on both size of his head and the top was well maintained, brushed hair. His eyebrow are normal sized but with little separations on the edges of each one. His pupils are caramel and circular. He has well-kempt chin hair as his facial hair. His body is quite lean with long, toned legs and arms. He is also sporting a six-pack. After finishing his daily hygiene, he put clothes on. As he walked downstairs he looked around the house, observing it. The house last year was a nice average looking middle-class Japanese home but now it was clear that it hasn't been maintained in a while. This is because Shukuchi Taikyu, Futari's adopted father had left his job 10 months ago and has been so focused on job searching that he had not had services done to the house (not that he could really afford it anyway) nor did he have time to fix it up himself. Shukuchi is a well-built Japanese man with a goatee. He is 6ft 1in. His hair is brown and spiky standing up. He has sapphire eyes. The place was clean enough to not have bugs but very disorganized with all sorts of job searching magazines. Shukuchi's belongings were all over the floor, some dropped, some clearly thrown. Books were everywhere. Some of the plugs in the house didn't work, the faucets didn't drain correctly, and the paint was starting to flake off the walls.
"I didn't get a good look at the house yesterday because I was just happy to be home but this place really has lost some its...grace hasn't it?" Futari asked with a face of slight irritation as he got to the bottom of the steps.
"Yeah well…that's what happens when you don't have a secure job for a year. Take notes kid. This is what not to do with your life." His father answered with a grin on his face. It was clear as day that the grin was a mask hiding the pain he felt. Futari immediately felt guilty
"I'm sor-," Futari started.
"Stop. We already talked about this. None of this is your fault so don't apologize," Shukuchi aggressively said with a stern look on his face. "Unless you were apologizing for that insensitive comment. Then, by all means, grovel at my feet," Shukuchi said smirking at Futari.
"Heh. Well, I was apologizing for both I guess. I'll be entering that tournament down in Tokyo today." Futari said smiling back at his dad as he began to make himself breakfast.
"Tsk. Foolish child. I have a job now. It took a while but now I'm an ability grader for the pro heroes and semi-pro heroes. It actually pays decently. I'll have this place fixed up after my first paycheck. There's no need to enter the tournament. You should be looking to apply to hero schools." Shukuchi said as he got eggs out of the fridge and handed them to Futari.
Futari reacted in bewilderment then disgust. "Hero school? Are you serious? Disgusting. I won't indulge in that political circus." Futari cracks 3 eggs on the hot pan. "Plus, I have a something I want to prove and to do that, I can't be a hero. Anyhow, the prize pool 1,100,000 yen. We could instantly get the plumbing, paint, and electricity taken care of and then you can pocket the rest of the money plus pocket your upcoming paycheck. Not to mention I want to see how strong I am with a partial transformation."
"Futari. You'd easily be a top 10 pro hero if you just formally went to a hero school. Are you telling me that your goal is so important that you would sacrifice that potential?" Shukuchi asked as he watched Futari season the eggs and place the bacon into the pan.
"Yes," Futari answered with a straight face.
"And test your strength? I don't know about that. We really don't need you actively using your quirk." Shukuchi stated this with great concern. He wrinkled his forehead.
Futari turned off the stove and put both the eggs and bacon onto a plate. "I won't use my quirk fully. I want to see how strong I am with a partial transformation. I promise."
"Alright fine. I'll make some calls."
"Make some calls?' Futari takes a bite into his meal. "What do you mean?"
"Obviously, I'm going to watch my son compete! Plus, I can do your entry card since you are going to be a late entry."
"Dad…you really don't- "
"I'm going."
"Fine. It starts at 1 pm. I'm going to head down there now to get a feel for the stadium. You'll do all my paperwork?"
"Yeah, I got it. Go, my son." Futari gets up and puts on his shoes. "Futari."
"Yeah?"
"Do not get yourself into trouble please."
Futari smiles cheek to cheek will his white teeth out. "I won't."
"Very reassuring," Shukuchi says sarcastically.
3 hours later…
Shukuchi stepped out of his car. The stadium was filled to the brim but that was to be expected. The event that was taking place was the "Tokyo Festival." Essentially, it's a tournament sponsored by the Hype Beast hero, Bombastic that is used to show off Japan's civilian talent. In this tournament, people all across Japan come to compete for a large sum of money and notoriety. Heroes and student heroes are not allowed in this as they would pretty much destroy all the normal civilians participating. Think of it like the U.A. Sports Festival but for common people.
Shukuchi walked into the stadium, showing the outrageously expensive ticket he bought to the receptionist. I might as well have entered the tournament instead since the last-minute ticket prices are insane! Futari better win some money because a poor man like me should not be spending money like this, Shukuchi bitterly thought. Shukuchi found his seat and met eyes with a familiar face. "Eraserhead!" He shouted with surprise.
"Oh. I didn't even know you were still alive." Aizawa dryly said.
"Ha! I could say the same thing. I am surprised the media hasn't already tried to publicly execute you after all the crap UA has gone through!"
"Tsk. Go on some internet forums and you'll see people asking for that execution."
"How have you been?"
"Tired."
"And the sky is blue."
"Stressed. This class is quite a bit to manage this year."
Shukuchi looked over Aizawa's shoulders. "Wow! I didn't even realize you brought your class. I'll be damned. You still have 19 students. I guess even rocks can crumble a bit huh?"
"Shut up."
Shukuchi shrugs. "But then again, it looks like you expelled one."
"There is still 20. Invisible Girl is absent today."
"So, you expelled no one?! Wooooow. Are you getting soft?!"
"Shut up."
"And coming to the Tokyo Festival? Looks like you are taking a vacation from teaching today to? For shame Aizawa."
"I brought them here to learn from something for the civilians competing. Civilians are very unorthodox since 99% of them aren't formally trained. They end up being quite erratic. Most villains are in the same boat; untrained morons. I want them to learn about how normal unorganized villains may come at them."
Shukuchi smiles and puts his thumbs up. "That's a great excuse for going on vacation!"
"Shut up… How's your son?"
"He's surprisingly upbeat, to be honest. I can't believe this is the first thing he wanted to do. He wants to assess his strength."
"How strong do you think he is now?"
"Honestly, he's had a lot of free time to train over the last year. He's probably as strong as high-rank pro hero if he goes all out."
"I know you are in the ability grading business now but that's impossible."
"Ah ha! So, you have been checking on me!... Aizawa, I know he's my son but you know better than most that I don't lie often."
"As strong as a high-rank pro hero at 16 years old? That's pretty hard to believe if I'm being honest."
"I don't know why it's that unbelievable. Hero ranks are skewed by the rankings of popularity and hero approval rating. It's not really an accurate measure of how strong a hero is. A lot of high-rank heroes are mediocre in the fighting department. Look at you. You aren't even a ranked hero and you can beat almost every hero from rank 20 and down. Plus, the kids at the top of their class in hero schools are usually able to go toe to toe with anyone by their junior year. I've read about some of the kids in your class. I'm sure they'll be the same. My son didn't have to worry about any other school subjects or a social life for one year. He only focused on strengthening himself for 365 days so it'd make sense that he'd progress as much as he has."
"I see your point. You already missed 2 brackets so I'm guessing he's in this one.
"ARE! YOU! READY!" shouts Bombastic from the Announcer booth.
The audience goes absolutely crazy
Aizawa covers his ears and becomes incredibly annoyed at the noise.
Bombastic pulls the mic closer "You have already seennnnnnnnn… the battle royal challenge. You have already seennnnnnnn Man Hunter Tag. THIS BRACKET IS GOING TO 'CLIMB'"
The Tokyo stadium was redesigned a few years back to have shutter doors under the turf so that it could allow different terrains to be used. These different terrains were created underground and then brought up by a hydraulic system. The stadium floor opened up and a 1000 ft incomplete skyscraper rose out of the ground trembling the stadium as it rises.
"This game is simple. The top 10 people with the highest amount of points move on. To get points, you eliminate other people. To eliminate someone, you knock them off a skyscraper. Don't worry. One of our heroes with flight quirks will catch you. Out of the 11 floors, the 9 middle floors have strong robots that you can eliminate for a massive 100 points. However, if you take out the robot in a group, the points will be divided amongst that group evenly. You guys could eliminate each other or you could fight some of the raid boss robots and share the points! HMMMMMMM. Which will the competitors choose?? The game will end when there's one competitor left standing or 30 minutes have passed. Once you are eliminated you cannot earn more point and must wait until the game is over to see your results. As you can see all of the competitors are on the bottom floor."
The floor was made of nice granite but of course, there were no walls since the audience needed to see. The frame of the building was made out of reinforced steel. Amongst the crowd of 100 contenders, Futari was amongst them towards the edge of the floor.
"This is so congested. Why did they think fitting 100 people on a single floor would be a good idea? This is actually awful. Doesn't seem very safe either. Futari complained as he looked off the edge of the floor. Futari began to ponder. I'm at the edge of this floor. This is basically a free for all exercise. Someone will try to push me off this for sure.
Bombastic breathes deeply into the microphone. "THE COMPETITORS ARE SET. ARE YOU GUYS READY TO SEE THE MAYHEM?! I KNOW I AM."
Futari planted himself on the floor and began to think. Here we go. Which person will try to push me off first?He didn't even have to turn his head because his eyes meant with a huge man who was staring at him with the largest smile a person could possibly have. Bingo. That woman to my right is also staring at me. Futari smiled back to the man with his head cocked to the right.
"READY?"
In that instance, Futari mumbled, "veins" and his veins slowly became a blackish green color.
"SET."
Futari dropped the smile on his face and gave the large man an intense straight face. The man began to sweat a bit.
"GO!"
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