Chapitre 49: Chapter 1 - In Loving Memory
What was normally a bright and sunny, warm summer's day, had been replaced by something more depressing. June was usually a month filled with smiles and happy times. Summer was the season of love, next to which was spring in the 'lovey-dovey' meter. The two months represented happier times. The warmer it gets, the brighter someone's day would be. Activities are plentiful within the summertime, but even so, just because Summer can be full of joyous activities, today was not such a day.
Out in the middle of The Musutafu National Cemetery, the sounds of rain pattering against a black umbrella rang throughout the empty place of mourning. Four people stood in front of one grave, while over in the distance, around about 18 other people stood at another one. Both graves belonged to two people, two very important people, at least to the people visiting them.
One of the people in the group of five, Yoshihara Kira, looked down at the grave in front of her with an indifferent expression on her face, not for the lack of trying to muster up something else, but it was the best that she could do. Emotions were never her strong suit, outside of anger, so even though deep down in her heart, grief wrought her heart, she could not express it, even if it would've killed her not to.
The blonde teen was wearing a black button-down jacket, with a black shirt underneath, and a black pair of pants. She even went as far as to wear a black wide-brim flat-top fedora to cover her usually bright hair. The umbrella was there to prevent her from getting soaked. That, and wearing black to a graveyard was more respectful than wearing any other colour. It showed respect. And she had a lot of respect for the person that was buried in front of her.
The grave in question belonged to someone that had no right to be dead. Someone who was brave, someone who she had misjudged entirely last year. And while the two never really interacted, it hardly mattered. Why? Because they didn't need to interact, to know that they would've had each other's backs, regardless of the situation.
The grave read as follows:
Here Lies: Inko Midoriya
A loving, caring, sweet mother, who did everything to protect her family.
2083 – 2123
To the right of Yoshihara, stood two people, both of whom were also adorned in black. Karera Sakunami, and Josefumi Kujo. They were both wearing black suits and ties, both of which they had already owned before this. Both were also holding black umbrellas.
And then, to Yoshihara's left, squeezing her hand like it was his life support, was her boyfriend. Izuku Midoriya. Son of Inko Midoriya. He too was also wearing all black, wearing a similar suit to Josefumi's and Karera's. He was also wearing a hat to cover his bright hair, one similar to Yoshihara's. He also had an umbrella so that he didn't get soaked, either.
They stood over the grave, remaining in silence. No one wanted to talk, because the mood did not allow for it. Though deep down, everyone had the same feelings regarding the situation. Hate. They hated the fact that this happened, Izuku moreso than anyone else for very obvious reasons.
They already knew who the person was who killed Inko, because their body was also found dead next to her, with a butcher's knife lodged into the back of their neck. Izuku even recognized the person, being the same person who had attacked him in that noodle shop before the Sports Festival. Deep down, everyone who was standing there felt nothing but hatred toward that person. But no one said a word.
However, there was one outlier, one person who was standing there, a hand gripped so hard on their umbrella that it was under threat of snapping in half. Someone who had no knowledge of Inko's killer, or who had any knowledge as to why Josefumi and Karera knew Inko, but regardless, that part didn't matter.
The person in question was Katsuki Bakugo.
"This shouldn't have happened…." Katsuki snarled, staring down at the grave with intense hatred in his eyes. "How the fuck could something like this happen?!" As Katsuki spat out those words, he turned to face both Josefumi and Yoshihara. The blond bomber stomped toward Kira, then grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, lifting her off the ground and glaring daggers at her.
"This is your fault! I know it! Ever since you came into that shitty Deku's life, things kept swirling down the shitter! Things were better before you breathed in our direction! I'll make you pay for this!"
Kira glared back at Bakugo and was about to say something when a hand gripped his shoulder. Bakugo turned his head to see who grabbed it and saw Izuku. And… something that Yoshihara noticed was that he looked pissed off. And that look… did not suit him in the slightest. "Oi, Deku, what the—"
A punch, while weak, collided with Bakugo's cheek, hard enough to make him stumble and drop Kira, who was caught by Josefumi. Bakugo fell to the ground, dropping his umbrella as the rain started to hit his newly bought suit. Bakugo was about to get up, glaring at Izuku, only for a boot to slam down on his chest, keeping him pinned to the ground. Once again, the boot belonged to Izuku.
"Oi! What the fuck De—"
"Touch her, or accuse her of something like that again, Bakugo…. And I will kick your fucking ass," Izuku snarled. Cold fury blazed in his eyes, green sparks jumping off of his body as Bakugo recoiled, mild shock on his face. "I don't think I need to explain why that shit that came out of your mouth was nonsense, but in case you don't know, Kira has nothing to do with anything that happened here. In case you forgot, she was in America with Fumi-kun."
Yoshihara placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, which caught the boy's attention. Blue eyes met green, as Izuku sighed, stepping off of Bakugo. Yoshihara looked at Bakugo and offered a hand to him. The blond slapped it away and got up on his own. The two explosive power users stared at each other, and what Yoshihara saw was telling.
Pain, guilt, anger, sorrow. He must've truly cared about Inko Midoriya. There was a part of Yoshihara who wanted to apologize, for getting her wrapped up in this mess. However, Yoshihara knew that there was something else about Inko Midoriya, that, regardless of her involvement, would've gotten her killed anyway.
And it all had to do with the fact that she was a Stand User. And a rather competent one at that.
Her combat skill was through the roof, which was already a red flag in Yoshihara's books. In their fight, she noticed how Inko planned for a lot of things and knew how to fight more than an average stay-at-home mom could've, or a normal Stand User, for that matter.
It was clear that Inko had some sort of past in fighting—a past that she knew. With her precise control over her abilities, it was clear that she was not just something that could be blown over in the wind. And, apparently, the Stand User, who was an assassin, clearly knew Inko in the past and was beaten by her in the last second. The fact that she came close to losing though, proved to Yoshihara that the Stand User in question was deadly. She was glad that Inko killed him at the last minute.
However, that also brought up the question of how the two knew each other. From what Izuku told her a month back, Inko was a former assassin. Perhaps they were part of the same assassin band? If that was the case, then the card that was in her pocket now made more sense than before.
Before Yoshihara could say anything to Bakugo, the blond teen picked up his umbrella and stormed off. Yoshihara sighed, clenching her hand into a fist. She normally wasn't very empathetic toward people, only reserving that for people she cared about. But, both she and Bakugo lost someone who they, at the very least, respected. One more so than the other. So, in that regard, she could understand where Bakugo was coming from.
"That piece of—"
"No," Yoshihara interrupted Karera, glancing at her with a knowing gleam in her eyes. "He's hurting. He has every right to act this way. He lost someone close to him, we all did. Does it give him the right to manhandle me? No. But I understand where he's coming from. He, no, we also lost a classmate, and he blames me. In truth, it is partially my fault. These are my…. No…. Our enemies that are coming after Class 1 – A. It's not fair that they got caught up in the crossfire."
Yoshihara looked at Josefumi, then at Izuku. "We need to get out of here. Things have changed. And now, we have a goal…." As Yoshihara said that, she pulled out what appeared to be a calling card. It had what appeared to be a motif of a Stand Arrow on the front, with the words Damnatio Ad Bestias just above the motif. "We know who our enemy is."
Josefumi sighed, walking over to and past Yoshihara. "I'll be back at my place, the school's closed for the week, and my dad suggested we lay low for the time being. I take it you and Izuku have living arrangements already planned out? You know, since his apartment has been foreclosed?"
Yoshihara nodded, pointing to the boy. "He'll be staying with me. I have a guest bedroom that he can transform into his own. Nemuri already gave it the all clear."
With that, Josefumi nodded and left with Karera. Yoshihara did the same with Izuku, the boy following close behind her, before catching up to her. They walked in silence back to the car that Nemuri drove them in, and as they walked, Izuku took her hand and squeezed it.
It had been two days since the death of Tenya Ida and Inko Midoriya. Two long, strenuous, nerve-wracking days. Yoshihara had left America almost within the hour of the confirmation that Ida Tenya had died. However, it was not before Gryo handed her a box of pills, and said that if the two agreed to get rid of the child that was in her, she could take the pills within.
Needless to say, it wasn't exactly rocket science as to what their decision was. Especially considering what had happened. They weren't in a position to have a child, so they both unanimously agreed to terminate the pregnancy. And therefore, the last two days of her life had been extremely painful.
The pills that Gyro gave her were Abortion Pills, specifically mifepristone, and another pill called misoprostol. The less she remembered about the experience, the better. But, with it over and done with, she had made sure to buy a box of some birth control pills to prevent that from ever happening again.
Now, how was she able to get the pills into Japan without being arrested? Well… The Speedwagon Foundation had its fingers in many, many pies. One of them was the international border crossing agency, and pretty much every airport security staff in all of Japan. If they gave an order, it superseded their higher-ups.
She was just glad that this whole pregnancy thing was behind her. It was dragging her down, mentally and physically. But now, it was over. And, she hoped, that it would never happen again. At least, while she was in school, that was. And now, she was back home with Izuku. While it was under horrible conditions—what with Inko and Ida having been dead—she was just glad to be home.
Izuku was more than happy to see her again after everything that had happened. Nothing really happened the night of her coming home, but they did sleep together after watching a movie. It was also the night when they made their decision. However, something that she couldn't have helped but notice, was that when they did decide to go to bed, Izuku had practically cried himself to sleep. Yoshihara ended up holding him the whole night, and that seemed to make things a little better.
She felt bad. Really bad. Even though it wasn't her fault, she still felt sympathy for Izuku. While she never lost a loved one before, she knew what it was like to feel that kind of pain. The pain of having no parental figure in your life. At least, not a biological one. So, in that regard, they were now the same.
And that was not a good thing.
"Yoshihara…." Izuku ripped her out of her thoughts, making the blond look over at the greenette. "When we get back home…. Do you…?"
"Maybe," Yoshihara responded, knowing what he was implying. "I have some things I want to do first. I'm still tired from jet lag."
Izuku looked away, his cheeks tinting red. "Uh… yeah, sorry. I'm—"
"Wound up? Tense? Frustrated? All of the above?" Yoshihara guessed as they entered the car. Izuku's face got redder, which caused the blond to crack a smirk. "Honestly, Izuku… you're such a nerd. Still nervous about asking up right, yeah?"
"I mean... we were at a graveyard… and near our classmates who were within earshot…."
Yoshihara shrugged. "True," the blond replied, putting on her seatbelt, Izuku did the same as Nemuri started the engine. In seconds, they drove to their destination. "Look, Izuku," Yoshihara began, as she turned to look at him. "If you want to do that, just knock on my door, and ask. You can be rough, be gentle, honestly I don't care. I'm of the mind that you can do whatever you want to me, just as long as you have my permission."
Izuku's blush became deeper, as he awkwardly pointed toward Nemuri, who was smiling to herself in the front seat. Yoshihara brushed it off, scoffing. "C'mon, she runs a love hotel. In other words, a fuck hotel. I can guarantee you she's heard worse." As Yoshihara said that, she kissed him on the cheek, placing a hand on his right hand, and smiled. "I'm just glad to be back home. Glad to be back with you."
Izuku smiled, looking at Yoshihara with an endearing gleam in his eyes. Yoshihara let go of his hand, before crossing her arms. "My feelings aside, and, more importantly, I think it should be noted that we're now being hunted."
The green-haired boy looked out the window, eyes narrowed as he scanned the sidewalks. "Yeah… I guess there's no longer the choice to ignore what's going on. We've been following this paper trail for two months now. These guys, Damnatio Ad Bestias… they're well hidden. All we have to show for our investigation is a name and two corpses. Ida's, and…. My mothers…."
Izuku's hand clenched into a fist. "It pisses me off… it really… really pisses me off!" As Izuku said that, his hand sparked with green electricity. It only calmed down when Yoshihara placed a gentle hand on his wrist. The green-haired teen lowered his head, tears bubbling in his eyes. "I'll make them pay… all of them…! Every single last one of them! They'll all pay!"
Yoshihara didn't know what to say to Izuku. Much like Bakugo, she could see pain, guilt, anger and sorrow in his eyes. Except, it was far stronger in his eyes than in Bakugo's. She wondered, that if she had been closer to her parents, and if her mother wasn't such a rancid piece of dogshit, if she could've ever grown to understand these emotions, naturally, that was.
And so, for the rest of the ride back to the suite, they stayed in silence, mourning the loss of two people who were close to them.
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Josefumi sat in his living room, arms crossed, head lowered, deep in thought. His hair was starting to grow out again, no longer having a buzz cut, but rather ear-length hair. It wasn't long enough to make his pompadour, he'd have to wait till it got to cheek length for that. However, until that day came, he'd be stuck with his current hairstyle—which he hated, by the way.
With everything that was going on, Josefumi had been stressed out of his mind. The last two days had been pure chaos. The media had been blowing up recently, and all of it was centred around the massive villain attack in Hosu City, and the death of Tenya Ida, along with how apparently it was all U.A.'s fault, and not the villain who had actually done the killing.
"Fucking vultures. No wonder why Dad hates them…." Josefumi thought, scowling at the memory of watching the news with Karera from last night.
"Jojo… what're we going to do?" Karera's voice interrupted his thoughts, as he glanced over to his girlfriend. "We're going to need more help…. It's not that I doubt our skills, but… if these people were able to take out a seasoned assassin… we're going to need more allies."
Josefumi hummed, rubbing at his chin in thought. Looking at a picture in the distance, his eyes narrowed. "I don't want to call him just yet. With our current abilities, we should be fine. I won't drag him into our mess. Not with what's at stake." As Josefumi said that, his hand balled up into a fist. "Even so… I'll keep it in mind. For the time being, though, we'll have to rely on ourselves."
The purple-haired teen turned to look at Karera, a small frown on his face. "You transferred that money to Kyoka, yeah?"
Karera nodded. "It should be enough to rent an apartment in the same building as us. Speedwagon Foundation agents are helping her move all of her stuff, and get some furnishings for her new apartment. At the same time, some therapists are talking to her to help her through this traumatic experience. Though, with how things are looking… I doubt that she'll be coming back to U.A., especially after losing her parents, one of her friends, and the USJ incident. Any person with enough smarts wouldn't stay in a place like U.A. And if the blood tests we took for her are to be true…."
With a grim expression, Josefumi sighed. "To think she's related to that bastard. Anyone who'd learn from that would realize they weren't hero material, at least, concerning their bloodline. Even so, Giorno Giovanna was related to DIO, and he turned out fine. So if Kyoka was related to that bastard, even if it was through his brother… that also might mean that she could have potential."
Karera's eyebrows furrowed. "Seriously? Are you seriously suggesting that we test that theory? And even if she does, making her a Stand User would only worsen her quality of life. It's best that we leave her alone."
Josefumi leaned back into the couch, summoning Soft & Wet, as it grabbed the photo off the shelf. The picture, showed himself, his father, and Kyoka. They were all 10 years old in the picture, and standing next to his father were Kyoka's parents. It was a family photo… one that he cherished. His aunt and uncle were now dead, all thanks to some Stand User. A Stand User who worked for Damnatio Ad Bestias.
"No... you're right. If we need more allies, we already have them. We don't need to drag Kyoka into this. Not unless she wants to be involved," Josefumi replied, narrowing his eyes. Soft & Wet placed the picture of the family photo on the coffee table in front of him, frowning. "Karera… if we need to, we have him on speed dial."
Karera nodded, before sitting next to Josefumi, placing a hand on his shoulder. Anger filled his veins as he bit down hard on his lower lip, enough so to draw blood. "I won't let them die in vain… Mika… Kyotoko… Inko… Tenya…. I won't let your deaths be in vain…! Damnatio Ad Bestias… Damned to the Beasts…. I'll kill you all…. All of you will die…! This has gone beyond Stand Users beefing with other Stand Users… you've attacked our personal lives, our allies, and our loved ones…! All of you will pay!"
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"As you are all aware, Tenya Ida passed away during his internship with Manual, killed by an unknown villain in an unprecedented villain attack within the borders of Hosu City." Nedzu's voice cut through the ocean of silence of the U.A. Conference room. "As a result, not only have we been adversely affected financially, but many families have lost trust in our ability to protect the students."
Sitting at the square table, were all of the teachers for each respective course—Shouta Aizawa: Class 1 – A's homeroom teacher. Kan Sekijioru: Class 1 – B's homeroom teacher. Snipe: Heroics Class teacher. Nemuri Kayama: Modern Hero Art History teacher. Ectoplasm: Mathematics teacher. Ken Ishiyama: Modern Hero Literature Teacher. Hizashi Yamada: English Teacher. Toshinori Yagi: Heroics Class teacher—who was starting to resemble his younger, healthier self again. And finally, last but not least, Power Lowder: Support Course teacher. There was also Recovery Girl, Hound Dog, Lunch Rush, and Thirteen.
"Yes, the media won't shut up about it. They place all the blame on us, even though it was out of our control," Ectoplasm responded, arms crossed. "The Ida family also plans to sue on grounds of carelessness and neglect. They blame us for not looking after their son well enough to avoid this from occurring."
Nedzu waved it off with an uncaring gleam in his beady eyes. "They have no grounds for suing. They issued a wellness check for Ida's mental health before the internships, allowing him to go even with a flimsy mental state. We tried arguing that it was frugal, but they wouldn't listen to reason. If anything, we can counter-sue for wrongful claims against the school and defamation, as they continuously slam us for our supposed neglect. I already have lawyers writing up the counter-complaint, so needless to say, their vain attempts to drain our bank accounts will fail. If they sought compensation, all they had to do was ask."
"Still, our image will be ruined if word gets out that the suit is happening," Nemuri commented, frowning. "And, further still, we've got word from Kyoka Jirou that she's dropping out of the hero course. She's not the only one, as Hanta Sero's parents are pulling him, as well as Koji Koda's. Class 1 – A is losing three students because of this, and what's more, some of our investors pulled out, as I'm sure you're aware, Headmaster. We've lost 500 Million Yen in funding. Not a drastic hit, but still a decent one."
Kan frowned. "Yeah, and Class 1 – A ain't the only ones who lost students. Ibara Shiozaki got pulled out, as did Kosei Tsuburaba, Kojiro Bondo, and Manga Fukudashi. All of their parents said that they didn't believe in the school's ability to protect their children," the Blood Hero followed up as Nedzu sighed.
"Yes, yes, we all know this. However, all of that aside, there is one group on who we can place all the blame. They were responsible for the attack on the USJ, and are suspected to be involved based on the appearance of the Nomu creatures in Hosu," Nedzu stated, clapping his paws together as he narrowed his eyes.
"The League of Villains…" Shouta Aizawa spat, glaring at the ground. "It was bad enough they attacked the USJ, but for them to take away one of our students in cold blood…. It's beyond forgivable," Shouta growled, hands balled into fists.
"Shouta…." Hizashi murmured, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "You gonna be good?"
Without saying a word, Aizawa stood up from his seat at the table and slammed his hands onto its wooden surface. "Ida was my responsibility. He died because of my carelessness. I want to make it up to all of you, to his family, to this school. While the league is responsible for his death, I should've prevented him from going in the first place. I fucked up, both as a teacher and as a hero. I promise to do better… I won't let another one of my students die. Not now, not ever!"
As if to prove his point and to show how serious he was, he activated his Quirk, his eyes flaring a deep red. Nedzu sighed and motioned Aizawa to sit down. The man did so, clearing his throat, and looking at the ground with a pained gleam in his eyes. "You do not need to tell me that, Aizawa-Kun. I already know. After all, this kind of thing is personal to you, is it not?"
Aizawa grunted in confirmation. The animal with a Quirk reclined his chair, as he cleared his throat. "Originally, I had planned to roll this out once things died down. However, with the increasing security risk that living off of U.A.'s Campus has shown, after a few finishing touches are made, we will be rolling out Project: Secure Living by the time the school is ready to re-open. This, along with increasing the defences that the school has to protect itself from villains, we will be able to fully protect our student body without fear of losing another student."
Upon making that announcement, Thirteen spoke up. "Nedzu-sama, I… I don't know about this. What if someone truly is a traitor, like Yamada-Kun suggested in the last meeting? Wouldn't that allow them easier access to the students? Don't get me wrong, the idea is good. But… I'm still worried. Especially after the USJ was so thoroughly invaded. The security was top-notch, but they still got through, regardless of what there was. If they were more competent…."
Nedzu raised a placating paw, silencing the worried hero. "I am well aware of that, Kurose-san. However, now that our school has been attacked twice, directly and indirectly, any show of cowardice and the media will have our heads, even more so than they already do. It's only because of The Speedwagon Foundation that The HPSC hasn't sunk their jaws into us, and ripped out the school's funding from us."
Nedzu closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. "And… speaking of The Speedwagon Foundation. Johnny Kujo, aka Joekid, America's No. 2 Pro Hero, as well as head of The Speedwagon Foundation, will be arriving here shortly to give the school a short presentation, which leads me to my next point. On the day school goes back into session, we will be starting a new class for this school, which all courses will be attending. Hero, General, Support, Business—all of them. The teacher of this class has already been picked, A few of you might already know him, and while his recovery has been kept in secret, in the background, as a result of this secrecy, he even went as far as to fake his death. As a result of his dedication, unbeknownst to Johnathon Kujo, of course, he was made head of The Speedwagon Foundation's Japanese branch by the Chinese branch vouching for him. In fact, he's here today. Would you like to introduce yourself to the staff, my esteemed guest?"
Everyone turned to the dark shadow in the corner of the room, as a figure stepped out. Dressed in a black business suit, as all Speedwagon foundation members would, a man with shoulder-length blond hair stood, arms crossed as his dark blue eyes lingered on Nemuri Kayama. He had a scar going directly across his face, showing that he had been heavily damaged. His right hand had been replaced by a robotic prosthetic, but aside from that, he appeared to be an average middle-aged man.
The man bowed, one arm over his stomach as he kept his face level with everyone in the room, before standing to his full height again. "Greetings, everyone. My name is Yoshimura Sugimoto, formerly Yoshimura Kira. As Headmaster Nedzu has explained, I will be teaching the new class that all students, regardless of the course that they are enrolled in, will be learning. Please, take care of me here, both as a peer and as an ally."
Nemuri stood up, staring at Yoshimura with a pair of wide eyes. "Kira… your last name was Kira? Do you have any relation to the girl by the name of Yoshihara Kira?!" Nemuri demanded as Yoshimura gained a pained expression.
"My daughter… yes. I heard about what happened. I… have no excuse for not remaining in contact with her. However, due to my critical condition, and due to the need for that man to be convinced that I was dead, I could not reveal the fact that I was alive. I already plan to see her in person myself. I can only imagine the unjust pain that she went through, growing up without a family…." Yoshimura explained. Nemuri slowly sat back down, guided to do so by Ken Ishiyama, as she glared at the blond-haired man.
"You're her father?" Aizawa asked as Yoshimura nodded.
"Though I don't deserve to be called that, yes, I am. I am the person who helped in her being conceived. But I am the furthest thing from a father. I simply share blood with her. Though, I would like to rekindle whatever relationship we might've had when she was younger," Yoshimura responded, before clearing his throat. "That, however, can be a topic that gets discussed outside of the meeting room. Right now, I'll be telling you the name of the class that I'll be teaching."
"An' what'll that be?" Snipe questioned as Yoshimura's expression turned serious.
"While most of you in this room may not be aware of them, it's about time that the public becomes aware of their presence. Since the beginning of human civilization, pre-dating the era of Quirks, humans have always had the potential to develop super-human abilities. Be it the ancient fighting technique known as Hamon, or the Italian counterpart known as The Spin, both of which are now seen as Quirks that only certain families can have due to their being honed within those families, humanity has always had the potential to evolve past what we thought was impossible. And, we did. We evolved the potential to have Quirks. But, beyond that, humanity had already been running around with supernatural abilities, ones that no one else can see due to their spiritual nature. My class is designed to reveal these abilities to the younger generation so that knowledge of them and how to counter them becomes more widespread, so deaths like Tenya Ida's do not become more common, or, at the very least, more common than they already are. Ladies and gentlemen, I, Yoshimura Sugimoto, will be teaching in the world's first-ever Supernatural Creature and Ability Knowledge 101 class. A class about the powers that predated Quirks by around 500 years, as well as anything that falls under that particular category of mysterious and unknown. And who better than to teach that class, than a Stand User themselves, and someone who has intimate knowledge of all of the above?"
As he said that, his body began to glow in a bright white aura, as a humanoid figure came out from behind him. And while no one in the room, sans Nedzu, could see it, the fact that everyone felt that same ominous presence was enough for his claims to be believed.
As for the invisible figure in question, it appeared to be more masculine than gender-neutral, having the body of a bodybuilder. It had a silver Vikings helmet covering its upper head, and it had black studded gloves. Its body was a deep red, with yellow lines travelling down its body in a zig-zag pattern, much like thunderbolts. The lower portion of its body was quite literally just a cloud, and behind it was a ring with several drum-like ornaments, each having the kanji for certain numbers, ranging from 1 to 7.
The air in the room became heavy, as sweat began to pool on everyone's faces. A strong, powerful aura, enough to match All Might's in his prime, radiated off of the man, as even Toshinori himself had to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. "What… is this feeling?" Toshinori asked as Yoshimura unsummoned his Stand, the air returning to normal. The feeling went away, which prompted Yoshimura to clear his throat, gaining everyone's attention.
"What you all experienced was a hint at my Stand, Cloud 9, and its ability, Oxygen Manipulation. As the name suggests, I can manipulate oxygen. What I did to create that overbearing presence, was manipulate the oxygen particles to the point where the air became heavy. Nothing more, nothing less," Yoshimura explained as Recovery Girl's jaw dropped.
"You cannot be serious? You can control the Oxygen in the air?" Recovery Girl asked as Yoshimura shook his head.
"No. I can control Oxygen. Period. Including the stuff in your blood. If I so chose, I could remove the oxygen from anyone's blood at any moment, and no one here could stop me. In fact, if I wanted to, I could kill everyone in this room, and all the police would assume is that you all went brain-dead, simultaneously. And, no one would suspect a thing, because I am documented as Quirkless."
A chill ran through everyone's spines, knowing that at any moment, the man before them could have them dead. This, however, enraged someone there. That being Ectoplasm. "That is illegal, Sugimoto-san. Lying about being Quirkless, even if your power isn't a Quirk, is against the law."
Yoshimura raised a finger as if to prove a point. "And lying about having a Quirk, while not having one, is also against the law, Iwata-Kun. So, your point is mute," the blond countered, as Ectoplasm huffed out of his nose. "Now, if my point wasn't clear, you can all see why having the future generations be made aware of such abilities is of great importance, do you not?"
Nedzu nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Sugimoto-san, and thank you for joining our staff," Nedzu replied as Yoshimura bowed, taking an empty seat next to Nemuri. "Now, with everything being addressed, everyone, I hope to see you all next week, when classes resume. Have a nice impromptu vacation."
And with that, everyone within the room, other than Nedzu, vacated the premises. The rat-bear-dog hybrid stood up from this chair, overlooking the city of Musutafu, as he narrowed his beady eyes. "The League of Villains… wherever you are, and however you rose … know that your days are numbered. We will find you and your base of operations, and snuff you out. You picked the wrong school to go to war with. Mark my words…. Your imprisonment will be the most joyous one I will perform in my long history of being a Pro Hero."
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A flash of blue sparked in an alleyway, as Dabi lit a cigarette with his Quirk. He never really smoked, not unless it was to push down the overbearing dread that came with his job as a hired killer. Word broke out that a veteran of the business, Terrible Tornado, was killed. While he was never a fan of her work, he still felt that sense of loss. Losing a pillar in the community like that was kind of strange.
He had recently gotten an email from that sleazy fuck, Giran, that someone wanted to hire his services for an upcoming job. Apparently, it was supposed to be a big payday, somewhere around the 100 million mark. Honestly? He'd kill a hundred people for that kind of cash. That was roughly 10 million dollars American, and that could buy someone like himself a lot! Skin replacement surgery, something to fix his screwed-up tear ducts, and maybe, just maybe, let him buy a place instead of renting the shitty 1-star quality apartment he'd been bumming in for the last 4 years of his life.
"League of Villains, huh? Hope this won't turn into a damn shitshow…." Dabi thought, exhaling a plume of smoke from his lips, before dropping and crushing the cigarette. "Whelp, time to head to Kamino Ward."
And with that, he exited the alleyway and made his way toward the nearest underground train station. After all, he didn't want to be late for his new job, now did he? If there was anything he learned in his time as a hired killer, it was that those who hired you hated it when their selected assassin was late. And if the reputation of this Tomura Shigaraki guy was true, then he really didn't want to be late.
He did value his life, after all.
But little did he know, that by entering this job, his life would be changed… forever.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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