Chapitre 20: CHAPTER 018(August 2114)

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The sun slowly begins to descend beyond the horizon, orange hues caught in the sparking ocean water. The eerily calm water barely ripples about in the bay. At the base of a small mountain only surrounded by trees and a single dirt road leading to the shore.

Standing on a surfboard in the calm evening water, Law feels the gently shifting water rocking him side to side.

Wearing only a pair of blue shorts his messy hair sticks to his head as he focuses.

ROOM

He creates the largest ROOM he can, extending a thousand meters in every direction.

SCAN

He's assaulted by an influx of information in a flash. Everything from the beach and forests a hundred meters behind him to all the plants and animals further inland, as well as all the fish for a thousand meters in front of him.

This secluded beach is the perfect place for him to train between clients on this island.

Eyes closed he has both hands on the hilt of his new weapon. A katana, not his preferred blade but one that would send the message he wanted to convey to the world.

The weapon was a carbon fiber and tungsten mixture, specially made by Power Loader. The metal itself was white, even the blade. The hilt and scabbard were the exact same, both with small accents of blue, and his smiley face logo with its checkered teeth along both this hilt and scabbard. The guard was small and also white with a blue edge.

AMPUTATE

He slashes downward.

The ocean splits before him, a thin devision of only an inch, not enough to disturb the water much before it merges back.

His board gently rocks, slightly shaking his concentration. The larger the ROOM the more energy it would take to both open and maintain, and the more concentration it requires to keep it active.

Law wipes a bead of sweat from his face, during all his traveling he took any chance he could get to find a proper training spot.

'Training with mom was one thing, that was all about assassinations, but places like these are the best---'

AMPUTATE!

Another thin division in the water before it instantly reforms.

'Heroes are always fighting in public---'

AMPUTATE!

Another division, this time the board rocks and his concentration falters. His eyes snap open before closing shut again. In that split second his ROOM shrinks hundreds of meters.

He takes a deep breath and pushes himself, opening it fully once more.

AMPUTATE!

Another slash before the water merges with itself. A straight line of dirt begins rising to the surface. The result of dozens of slashes carving out a thousand meters through the ocean floor and bedrock, releasing stone and dirt into the water.

'Heroes fight in public, so I can be loud. And I'll need to be able to handle anything, everything---'

AMPUTATE!

He practices for another hour until...

"Gah!" Law drops to one knee as his ROOM shrinks to only a few meters. "Alright, that's enough for today, shambles."

For a brief instant, his ROOM forcibly expands to reach the shore before he disappears, substituted with a clump of sand.

He drops his surfboard on the sand and sheathes his blade. He moved to sit in the sand and enjoy a refreshing bottle of water.

Leaning against his cooler he takes a minute to catch his breath before opening another ROOM, his phone appears in his hand, warping from his jeep parked only a dozen meters away on the dirt road leading to this beach.

Opening his phone he begins scrolling through his notifications.

"Hmm, construction began, nice," he muses. His new home was finally under construction. "Now all I need is a place in Musutafu to park so people don't see Horizon driving the same cars as Law Matani, hopefully I get somewhere close to UA..." he continues scrolling.

As he's about to start searching for places in Musutafu to buy his phone begins ringing.

"Did you forget you already checked in on me today?" he asks.

"This isn't about that," Nezu says. "I may need you to return to Japan before next year, at least for a few days to visit."

Law stiffens at that, "what happened?"

"Nothing if I can help it," Nezu says. "Some powerful people are lobbying for your parents' execution. People with a lot of sway from abroad and within Japan."

"We expected that," Law says. "They've got a lot of enemies, but you said you could keep them alive, can you?"

"Of course!" Nezu insists. "I may simply need to take drastic measures to keep them hidden, if it comes to that then nobody will be able to get in touch with them for a long time, so I'll try to arrange for you to speak to them."

"I thought you said that's impossible."

"I will make it happen, I promise," Nezu says. "I'll likely have to pull a lot of strings and use much of the favors I have, but I'll make it happen, don't worry."

Law leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and holds his head, "right, not like I've got much of a choice, just keep me in the loop on this please."

"Of course, I've already got some people taking care of things. You just keep doing what you're doing, which, by the looks of it, you went surfing right after landing?" Nezu asks.

"You found the Horizon social media account?" Law chuckles.

"I'm surprised you even made one."

"It's all about brand image, when I really go public during the sports festival I need something to feed the media, it's hard to cheer for a ghost after all."

"I see..."

"Just curious, how strict is UA's no scouting policy?" Law asks.

"Extremely, no exception has been made, ever...aside from you."

"Could you handle the backlash if that got out?" Law asks, a calculating look on his face.

"Hmm, if the person that was revealed proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that not scouting them would have been a terrible decision, otherwise it could look bad," he explains.

"Ahh, then it's a good thing I'm perfect huh."

"Just think very carefully before you make such a decision, I can't stop you from announcing that part of our contract, but I also have an image to uphold."

"Don't worry I'll keep it pristine, but right now I need to go get food and prepare for surgery in the morning, then I'm off to Italy."

"Italy? Again?"

"Yeah," Law groans. "Just when I thought I did everything cool there---"

"Including your maid."

Law shrugs, "when in Rome?"

"You were in Milan, and I recall you did the same thing in Paris."

"French maid, c'mon who hasn't thought about that," he scoffs.

"Do you ever tell any one of these women that you're fifteen?"

"Mmm," Law thinks about it for a moment. "Ya know, between me being six-two, muscular, good looking, and rich, it never comes up."

Nezu sighs, "thankfully Horizon has nothing to do with the extravagant playboy Law Matani, you've really gotten the hang of this dual identity life."

"Honestly, warping makes it a lot easier. They stay in separate hotels within my range so they never even cross paths or go to the same places, pretty easy when you can pull that off."

"I assumed as much," Nezu says. "And how are you enjoying the new sword? Training in Hawaii with it must be fun."

"It's perfect, I just need a bit more time to get used to the curve of the blade, aiming is a bit odd," Law says.

"Ahh, that other ability you refuse to explain."

"That's the one," he chuckles.

"You know you can't keep them all hidden forever, right?"

"Obviously," Law says. "But...I just feel more comfortable keeping them to myself, it's how I was trained and raised. Never reveal your hand until everyone else is dead. But when I'm in UA I can start to open up more, at that point you'll have a real stake in the game, and it'll really get people itching to recruit me after the sports festival."

"That...is very concerning. And I'm glad you're already planning for your bid debut."

"Yeah well... let's just say if I did reveal my hand when I clashed with Hawks things would have gone very differently, far from the only mistake I made that day..."

An awkward pause settles between both of them before Nezu breaks the silence, "so, Rome again?"

"Right," Law shakes his head, focusing back on the conversation. "Some sinner needs me to undo a divine punishment, and I'm charging him a lot more and making it somewhat public as the cost, you'll see it on Horizon's profile page, when it goes fully public," Law gives a hearty laugh at that.

"Sinner...is it who I think it is?" Nezu asks, a tinge of worry in his voice.

"You've got a dozen supercomputers for a brain, so I'm betting it is."

"My god," Nezu mutters.

"That's exactly what he'll be saying, I'll be his new god..."

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Chapitre 21: CHAPTER 019(Blasphemy)

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"Wow," Horizon mutters in genuine awe, staring up at the twenty-meter-high ceilings. Marble floor, massive tiles lined with gold and platinum that lead up the wall and to the ceilings.

A massive mural of angels bringing divine light down from the heavens as if they were here to save him.

He walks carefully behind the Pope's valet, taking in every possible detail, within the inner halls of the Pope's personal atrium where he holds worship.

"This sight never gets old," the valet says, an older gentleman with greying hair on his head. "Always so breathtaking."

"Wealth without bound," Horizon says, wearing a brand new three-piece suit. White with a blue undershirt and black vest, the jacket draped along his shoulders without his arms being in the sleeves. Attached to his shoulder themselves so they don't fall.

The sound of his steps faintly travels down the halls as he carries his medical bag at his side.

"So this is what 2500 years of willing and unwilling collection from the masses will get you. I. Am. Impressed," he nods along.

The valet casts an insulted glance back at Horizon, "this is what the faith of true believers gets you, doctor."

"Right, the Vatican is filled with gold because of faith, sure..." Horizon shakes his head and silently follows behind the man.

After a long and silent walk, they finally arrive at the sacred inner chamber of the pope.

Opening the doors the Valet leads him into the massive chambers, lined with purple and gold silk. Each fixture appeared as if it would cost a small fortune, because it certainly would.

The valet leads him to the bedside, and Pope Valentine greets him with a strained smile. His once vibrant complexion was now ashy and worn out. Skin hanging off his frame clearly showing all the weight he lost.

"Pope Valentine," Law greets the man in perfect Italian, his father's native language.

The pope looked somewhat surprised at this, "doctor Horizon," he nods weakly. "Thank you for coming."

Horizon turns to the valet, "you can go now everything from here is strictly between my patient and myself."

The valet looks from Horizon to the pope, and receives a nod. "I'll be outside sir," he nods and exits the room.

As the door shuts behind him Law immediately opens a ROOM, a hundred meters in every direction around him he scans for cameras and recorders of any kind, finding none within the private chambers, but a group of guards moving to take positions outside.

"Wow, lots of guards, not surprising," Horizon says as he moves to get a chair, placing it at pope Valentine's bedside. "So, you read the special contract?" he asks casually.

"You, are not what I expected," Valentine says. "I always heard you were so, strict."

"Normally, yeah," Horizon shrugs, "but I find this funny."

"You think my state, funny?" Valentine asks, not sure what he should be feeling, deciding to settle on confusion.

"No, god no...oh, sorry," he says to the POPE. "But I do think it's a bit ironic, you spend your life worshiping god and he puts a tumor in on your brainstem. And suddenly you, the man touted to have the most powerful healing Quirk of all time, is helpless, and dying."

"I fail to see how my state is amusing to you," the pope says calmly.

"Right, well, the custom contract I made for you says you get charged an absurd amount, which you've already paid -thank you for that by the way- and I get to take a picture with you when the operation is done and tell the world I saved your life. And you never get to tell anyone or thing what happened in here, right?"

"Right," the Pope nods.

"So, pope Valentine, what did you do for that miserable cunt in the sky to put a tumor in your skull?" Horizon asks. "I mean, normally he reserves his petty anger for the weak and helpless, he loves watching kids die, but you, his most devoted slave, why?"

Valentine takes a deep breath as it all begins to fit together, "I see, you're a non-believer."

"Eh," Horizon shrugs. "Even if I did believe, anyone can tell your church is a business, and besides, you should be thanking that asshole in the sky I don't believe in him, if I did, I would have let him have his way and just leave you to die."

Pope Valentine's face twitches, rage clashing with serenity. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, focusing his thoughts, "what exactly is your point doctor, I do hope you intend to keep your end of the bargain up."

Horizon chuckles, "oh don't worry I'll still save you, I never break my word. I just wanted you to know, you worship a vengeful petty bitch in the sky that turned around and put a tumor in your skull, and I'm the only one that can save you. I should be the one you convince billions of people to pray to so you can rob them. I...am the closest, you will ever get, to meet a god. I am your only hope of salvation, me, Horizon... I'm the only god you have..." his cold slightly mechanical voice says, sending a shiver down the pope's spine.

"Y-you..." the man mutters in disbelief and horror. "You're a monster," he says in a quiet voice, all the authority he'd grown used to speaking with now gone.

"No," Horizon stands up and opens his medical bag. "I'm a god, but of course you'd think I'm a monster, you've never been this close to one before..."

---20 Minutes Later...

"Hngh," pope Valentine opens his eyes, feeling sleepy. Not weary and tired like his illness had caused, but simply sleepy. "What?"

"Finally awake huh," Horizon says, already back in his chair beside the pope.

"How long was I asleep?" the pope asks, not even realizing that he'd instinctively moved to sit up against his backboard.

"Twenty minutes," Horizon shrugs.

"Twenty minutes? But,the cancer?"

"Gone," he points to the bedside table, the pope turns and freezes at what he sees, a small grape-sized ball of flesh in a cup. "Your god's gift to you, perfectly preserved," he shakes his head.

The pope stares at the tumor for a few minutes in complete silence, and as he does his body slightly glows as it bulks up to his regular body mass, no longer looking shriveled up. Now much more rotund. The power of the greatest healing Quirk ever, although the growls coming from pope Valentine's stomach were another story.

"Well, that didn't take long," Horizon chuckles. "Time for our picture, don't worry my account is private until I'm ready to go public."

The pope recedes into his mind as the next events happen. Lost in thought as Horizon guides him to stand for a few pictures, completely zoning out and not listening to the doctor.

"What was that?" the pope finally asks, snapping out of his daze.

"I said my job here is done, contract complete, I'm leaving."

"And if a new tumor emerges?" Valentine asks.

Horizon shrugs, "the contract only covers one, I had to charge you more than anyone else for...moral reasons. The risk of undoing your god's work after all," he chuckles.

The pope sighs, already knowing it was no use engaging in this nonsense. "I understand, but may I ask one question?"

"Of course," Horizon says.

"Why did you never ask if I believe?"

"That's actually quite simple," he chuckles. "Why would I ever give a fuck about what you think, I just find this whole situation hilarious."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and, I already know there is a god... I'm right here," he shrugs.

The pope is once again shocked by the arrogance of one man, "you wish to become a god, is that your goal?"

"No, that is what I am... but what I will become, is a hero."

"Hero...wait a moment, you're a child?"

Horizon raises a finger to his visor in a shushing motion, "that's a surprise for when I go public, let's keep that between the three of us," he points upward, at heaven.

The pope sighs and pats his shoulder, "son, I shall pray for you, for you to become a good person, and a hero."

Horizon brushes his hand aside, "I'm perfect, and your prayers are useless, if they could work...you wouldn't have needed me, save them for the sheep that follow you," he turns on his heel and begins walking away.

As Horizon is walking away the pope only shakes his head and frowns, horizon waves back. "The next miracle I sell you costs double Valentine! And maybe consider putting a mural of me on one of these walls, it'd look better..." he says before exiting the room.

As he leaves the pope makes the sign of the cross and says a not-so-short prayer, a futile effort to humble the ego of a walking miracle...

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