Capítulo 22: Chapter 6
Toya looked through the door window, inside another version of him was laying on the hospital bed, attached to the medical equipments. It was actually an illusion. Heck if you went into to the room the fake Toya would even talk to you.
"All of this seems surreal." Toya muttered. The system gave him a three days illusion that would stay on until the trail was over.
The real Toya was outside the door wearing the shinigami mask. It changed his appearance drastically. Other than his height everything changed.
Now he had crimson red hair, the same hair he used to have before going snow blond. A white mask covering only the upper part of his face and two distinct black horns coming out from the sides on his forehead. A redshirt underneath his black jacket, and black long pants with red stripes. And to finish it all off a pair of maroon chisel boots. Even his facial structure changed giving him a more charming look.
The changes were even down the fingerprints. He wasn't Toya or Dabi anymore. He was someone else entirely. And he of course looked much different.
Heck he looked like a person who was going for a movie audition. Looking at his reflection in the steel door, he could barely recognize himself.
"Isn't this a bit of an overkill."
'You are welcome.' The system said.
He was going to point out it wasn't a compliment. But never mind.
The illusion would stay for three days, enough for him to go to Tokyo and come back. And would make any doctor or visitors not notice him 'missing'.
But the main problem was with money. He barely had another thousand dollars and some left. It wasn't a lot, but for Toya it was being the poverty zone, who needed money to go to Tokyo and come back. Also he needed to buy something outside from the system. It recommended an old friend that had the necessary tool with cheap price.
There was a reason for his so-called poverty.
It wasn't that he was spending money, without reason. He actually needed to buy support gear and healing meds for his quirk-burning issues. But now his body being healed all the meds were useless now.
He had no scars left. All the years of nightmare were gone. Yet he was a bit concerned. 'It will hurt like hell when I use my quirk.' He winched at the thought of using his blue flames.
But that didn't mean he wasn't happy. He was, but it almost felt surreal to him. 'Just go with the flow.' He told himself.
Now, he just had to infiltrate one of the most secured places in Japan, to get some classified data. Easy, right! Yeah, it will be a walk in the park.
The security level of the Association building shouldn't be tough as Tartarus prison, but it was enough for keeping most villains to stay away.
If this could save Eri, then it must be done. As far as Toya could tell the system knew awfully a lot about Hero Commission. Making it easy for him to plan. Too easy in fact.
'Just a heads up. When you accept a quest and you are within the area of the quest or when you are engaged in combat. The shop function will be turned off.' The system said.
'Thanks for letting me know I guess.'
It was already nighttime, so getting out of the hospital without getting attention wasn't tough. The Shinigami mask was more than useful. As Toya had a fake license and everything on him.
The system wasn't joking, when it said it would create a different identity. But the Shinigami mask could only store three permanent disguise. He wasn't worried about that.
The first thing that Toya did after leaving the hospital was find a restaurant and have something to eat. The recovery card made him beyond hungry. And he ate till he was full.
He stacked the fifth plate before he was full. It couldn't be described how good it was to eat after such a long time. Maybe it was due to him being in a coma, not using his taste buds and all.
The mask was a bit of a bother and God knows how it was sticking to his face... it was hard to get used to. But at the same time, It was better than living with scars.
Even though he could have used it as a necklace, Toya had the first identity as wearing a mask, that only covered his eyes. But it was acceptable in a society where people were born with weird mutations. Speaking of mutations, his curved horns felt a bit awkward.
Toya was about to stand up from his seat when the waitress came to take the plates away. She had a bit of blush on her face, and pressed a small note on the table along with the bill, before going away with the plates.
Toya raised an eye-brow, taking the note. It was a phone number, a small smile crept on his face. Now that he could get used to. He shook his head as he exited the restaurant.
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