Chapitre 2040: 59
Today was the day. It didn't seem like that much of an unusual day in the morning, Shouto had just showed up early to be able to shower before class like he had ever since Endeavor kicked him out, but when he'd walked into class, there was a small packet sitting on every single desk besides Iida's and that was only because he had already picked his up and was reading through it furiously. Ingenium had parked his wheelchair in the back of the room and waved to him with the hand that wasn't currently leafing through a packet of his own. Shouto almost hesitated, but ended up shaking his head and walking to his desk despite how weird this was. When he got to his desk though and noticed Cheat Code's logo emblazoned on the cover, everything made sense.
That analyst probably still wanted him to use his fire, didn't he?
Well, it was high time he started showing his old man that his fire was his now and not some gift from Endeavor. Besides, Shiggy had been harping on him for using too many of the same attack. Shouto had no idea how they had gotten so many followers in a week, but apparently people liked to see him make a fool of himself and he got an unhealthy amount of enjoyment out of imagining his fathers face if he found out that over 100,000 people were watching his perfect masterpiece fail every single night. Even just thinking about it made him smile.
After that first stream, the new followers had started sending in requests for games for him to try and one of the most popular ones had been a game called Super Smash Bros. Shouto had never heard of it, but apparently it had been around since pre-quirk times and had gone through about a million different iterations, but all with the same premise of the players trying to beat the shit out of each other and push each other off a platform. Of course, Shouto hadn't understood the goal and immediately walked straight off it with a delayed oops that made the chat go wild, but it brought back pleasant memories from the sports festival.
Shouto thought he was almost decent at the game, but Shigaraki apparently disagreed, because he won. Every. Single. Time. He said that part of Shouto's probabem was that he tried using the same attacks over and over and it made him too predictable and easy to beat, but Shouto thought that was kind of unfair considering that those were the only two attacks he knew. The only way to get better, though, was to learn more attacks, hence why he was determined to master his fire.
The hero course wasn't too much different than a video game, all things considered.
If Shigaraki were here, he'd probably call this entire packet a skills list or something and tell Shouto to max out his stats, which he assumed meant something like being the strongest he could be. He looked through the analysis and suggestions carefully, mentally highlighting anything he hadn't considered before or felt like he could easily incorporate into an attack. Most of it wasn't new, but before he hadn't been ready to...how would Shiggy say it? Level up?
By now, most of the class had arrived and most of his classmates were yelling about what was in their packets and comparing them to each other. Some were pretty happy with the suggestions, like Ashido who had to be persuaded not to try some of the new techniques on her desk, while others were...a little less receptive.
"Why should I stop looking at the babes during battle?!" Mineta sobbed. "Boobs are life, not distractions!"
"Lactose intolerant?!" Aoyama's sparkle almost seemed dimmer, "No! Tell me it can't be true!"
"Consider avoiding daylight." Tokoyami muttered. "So the demon behind a screen wishes me to embrace the darkness."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic." Jiro rolled her eyes. "You don't have to take the suggestions, you know."
"But, I mean, that's why Cheat Code is giving them to us now, right?" Kaminari pointed out. "So we'll have time to incorporate them before finals?"
Shouto nodded. It made sense. He wasn't quite sure who Cheat Code actually was or why he was so interested in their class, but his old man never accepted help, so Shouto was going to take as much of it as he could get, then hopefully rub it in Endeavor's face.
Mina bounced over to Uraraka, "Ok, Miss Gravity Warper over there, what does yours say?"
"Uh…" Uraka flipped helplessly through her packet, which on further inspection was just a single page. "Nothing."
"What?!" Bakugo almost exploded as he ripped the paper from her hands. "Does that pencil pusher think you're better than the rest of us and don't need advice or something?! Come talk to me! What the fuck does that even mean?!"
Mineta gasped and stopped crying, "Uraraka! Do you know Cheat Code?!"
Uraraka's eyes widened and she started waving her arms, "No! I don't! Or...at least I don't think so…"
"Maybe he's hiding in plain sight." Shouto suggested. "Or maybe he isn't a person at all and is actually a concept."
Yaoyorozu nodded, "That would make sense…"
"No it wouldn't!" Kaminari pulled at his hair. "A concept can't make an analysis packet!"
Shouto just raised one eyebrow, "Can't it?"
His eye was drawn back to Uraraka when Shinso walked over to her desk and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened and Shouto heard her earrings beep a few times before she was gone. It was going to be difficult to beat her with her new quirk developments, but he'd find a way. Maybe Shigaraki could help him figure out a way to work around the glitch? On second thought, that probably wasn't the best idea. It was hard to remember that Shigaraki was a villain sometimes and not just some hobo he met in an alley sometimes.
Aizawa walked in a few seconds after the bell and by the look on his face, he was seriously considering walking straight back out again, "I see Cheat Code left your analysis packets this morning."
"Actually, I think he might have left them last night." Shinso grinned. "Pretty sure he basically haunts the walls of UA like some sort of goblin."
Aizawa glared at him for a second before sighing, " I'm looking forward to seeing how you incorporate his critiques, but don't forget that you have academics as well. Now open your books, we have a lot of work to do if you expect to pass the finals and earn the right to participate in the summer training camp."
The class exploded, "What?!"
Spinner wondered if this was what it meant to go mad with power. He certainly felt a little mad, but Stain had believed that a little insanity was the only way to save the world. Spinner felt him sometimes, deep inside his mind, whispering. He even swore that he could see the hero killer in his dreams sometimes, a shadowy figure vaguely almost-there, but not quite. It felt like there was something Stain wanted him to know, but their bond wasn't deep enough for any real communication to happen and All for One had told him that there was only one way to make that bond deeper: by carrying on Stain's legacy and following in his footsteps.
He had spent the last week killing as many false heroes as he could and for someone who had never killed a single person before, he was actually fairly good at it. Stain's quirk covered his weaknesses perfectly and with the way their quirks combined, it was almost as if it was destiny that Spinner continued the hero killer's work. He would use his birth quirk to climb the walls of alleys where the heroes would be passing, then strike. All for One had been kind enough to gift him Stain's Katana, so he used it often, but he'd found that with the addition of Stain's quirk, his teeth had shaped themselves into sharp points and whatever weak natural venom his lizard quirk gave him made Stain's quirk even more effective, so if he bit the false heroes, they would be paralyzed longer and it eliminated the middle man, since the blood could be ingested immediately, instead of after a delay.
He'd gone after smaller heroes so far, sidekicks and lesser known targets such as Native, who was currently frozen on the ground in front of him. Perhaps he should keep to operating mostly under the cover of darkness, but if Trapper could effectively move and avoid detection during the day, then Spinner could learn to do the same. He couldn't afford to sit around and waste time when there were fakes that needed to be eliminated and a legacy that he needed to maintain.
He licked the last of the blood off his lips and stalked toward Native, "You are a disgrace to the ranks of heroes. You're a fake and you don't deserve your title, much less your life."
Native was panting heavily, unable to move to stop the bleeding from either the stab wound in his shoulder or the bite mark on his hand, "Who...who even are you?"
"I am the hero killer's successor." Spinner answered. "The mark left by Stain's murder that can never be removed! I am the one who is going to rid society of fake heroes like you!"
Native's eyes widened in terror, "You...you're insane!"
"Maybe…" Spinner smiled, his newly sharp teeth on full display. "But I've done more for society already than you've ever done in your entire miserable career and I'm going to do so much more! "
He used Stain's Katana to stab Native in the leg, twisting the blade as he pulled it out, "I hope the heroes find you before you bleed out so you can spread Stain's message, but if not, it's no big loss. You weren't doing any good alive either."
Native's cries echoed in his ears as Spinner climbed up the wall and went off to find his next victim.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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