Chapitre 30: Chapter 6 - The Sports Festival: 3
"TAKE A LOOK HERE! TWO HIGH BOUNTY FIGHTERS ARE ABOUT TO DUKE IT OUT! WHO'S GOING TO WIN?! WILL IT BE FIFTH PLACE KATSUKI BAKUGO FROM CLASS 1 – A? OR WILL IT BE THIRD PLACE KUJO JOSEFUMI, ALSO FROM CLASS 1 – A?!"
As Present Mic's voice reverberated throughout the stadium, hundreds of members in the crowd cheered, whooped, and hollered. Though in the stadium itself, it was a completely different story.
Two sets of eyes glared daggers at one another. One pair was filled with righteous determination, while the other was filled with jealousy and rage. One pair was diamond blue, and the other was ruby red. Josefumi Kujo and Katsuki Bakugo made no moves and simply stared at one another. Both were battle geniuses, and both knew that. Well, perhaps the latter was lacking a little bit in tactics, but he knew not to rush in.
Rushing in was a death sentence, proverbially speaking. Standing in front of him was someone who made it into the top three after the race. Someone who had a bounty in the six digits. Of course, that didn't bother the blond, but there was a reason why his bounty was so high.
And while Katsuki knew damn well that he could steamroll the boy in front of him, there was something that he was using other than his Quirk that gave him the tiniest of edges over the blond bomber. It was with that information that he observed the boy. After all, running in like a fool would only make him lose; and if there was one thing Bakugo Katsuki hated above all else, it was losing.
They were both wearing their school gym uniform with no modifications as per regulations for the Sports Festival. Pompadork had the height difference on him, which was something that irked him, but genetics in terms of height was pointless in a fight, aside from height-related Quirks, that was. The boy's pompadour was distracting, which might have been the point of it. Wildly styled hair was a tactic that early Barbarians and Vikings used to catch their opponents off guard.
But that wasn't what he was looking for. Hair wasn't a weapon, at least in Pompadork's case. People like Vines and whoever the girl was that Pompadork beat were completely different stories.
As he continued to scan his opponent to see what it was that he might've used to hurt him other than using his Quirk, his eyes locked onto something small in his right hand, that being a Steel Ball. The ball in question was as previously mentioned, small. It had the word JOJO carved into it, and it was seemingly smooth all around.
There were plenty of questions now flowing through Bakugo's head, chief amongst them being rather obvious…
"That's what almost broke my ribs?!" Bakugo thought, growling. It was impossible to believe that such a small ball could do something like that. Then again, the word impossible seemed to mean nothing as of late. Deku's growth as a person was one of the things he once deemed impossible, but now he was a lot more confident in himself. However, he had a reasonable amount of disbelief in the fact that a puny ball like that could do that much damage.
Well, no. There was a way for that to be the case, but only if its user had super strength, and Pompadork decidedly did not. There was something special about the ball that made it do as much damage as it did, but for now, he'd have to figure that out later. Never mind the fact it was a weapon, and since Bakugo couldn't bring in his gauntlets, he questioned if Pompadork pulled some sort of strings to allow himself to bring it in.
Whatever the case might have been, he'd have to think about it at a later time.
Now that he found what had hit him, all he had to do was knock it out of the boy's hands, and he would be utterly defenceless. In the battle trials, when he watched Pompadork set up that little trick on Icy Hot, he noticed that his bubbles were slow moving. Slow moving meant easily avoidable. Therefore whatever he could use after knocking the pathetic little ball out of his hand was next to nothing compared to his speed.
Though he knew that was easier said than done. He made it this far with it and easily defeated the hair girl not just a few seconds ago, so maybe it would be a bit harder than originally thought.
With a plan in mind, Bakugo launched himself at the boy, feinting a left punch as Pompadork did everything in his power to block the left attack, only for Bakugo to switch it up last second with a right explosion. The attack blew up in the Joestar's face, knocking him back a good portion.
The attack seemed enough to daze him, and just before Bakugo was about to punish his slow reaction speed, something bashed violently into his gut. The force was enough to once again make him spit up saliva, which was enough to piss the boy off.
He looked down to see the steel ball, which was the obvious culprit as to what it was, confirming his theory about Pompadork using it. However, what it was doing only added more questions than give answers.
The Steel Ball was spinning. But not your normal spin. If it was normal all traction and speed would've died upon making an impact. This spin was continuing regardless of what got in its way, and it was emitting some sort of golden glow.
Not only that, but it was contorting his clothing and ripping through it. His ruby-red eyes widened as he went to grab the ball, only for his fingers and hand to spin with the ball crumpling and contorting as a result, which caused an unbelievable amount of pain to the red-eyed bomber. However, it didn't just stop at his hand, but continued all the way up to his wrist, lower arm, and cut off at the elbow
Blood was squeezed out of the now torn and damaged skin, and in an effort to avoid more damage done to him, Bakugo used an explosion to blast the ball off of his torso and hand using his undamaged and free left hand. When he did, Pompadork caught the ball, a grin plastered firmly on his face. However, instead of the spinning ball affecting him in the same way, it stopped spinning and landed flat on the palm of his hand like a boomerang.
"What in the mother of fuck was that!? Does Pompadork have two Quirks?! How the fuck is that even possible!" Bakugo thought, his eyes full of manic rage and barely kept in fury.
"You like that? It's called The Spin. It's a fighting technique, not that you'd care," Josefumi said as Bakugo snarled. He didn't believe that for a second. There was no technique out there that could mimic the abilities of a Quirk. It had to be a secondary Quirk. The question is… how? How would someone gain a secondary Quirk?
How was that fucking possible!?
The blond, now pissed off, launched himself at Josefumi through the pain and pelted him with several one-handed explosions with his left, non-dominate hand. If he still had access to his non-broken and utterly wrecked arm, he would've beaten Pompadork right then and there, but because he was unable to move it, mixed with the pain, his attacks were sloppier than usual.
Josefumi dodged as many explosions as he could, but ended up taking three to the body. Out of nine, that wasn't too bad. The smoke made it harder to breathe, but that was to be expected seeing as it was smoke. Josefumi's mind raced with ways to counterattack, but he wasn't given the chance to as Bakugo lunged forward once more. The boy narrowly dodged out of the way of a tenth explosion, catching another whiff of a nitroglycerin-filled smoke.
Moving his left side hurt—anything would after it got hit with three explosions—however, that didn't deter him in the slightest.
The Joestar quickly looked around for any signs of the Golden Ratio. Thankfully, he found something. One of the windows was perfectly square and it reflected the Golden Ratio perfectly. Using an opening provided to him by Bakugo's already pained expression and open stature to give room for his damaged arm, Josefumi charged up another Spin attack and slammed it into Bakugo's stomach in the same spot that he had before.
Was it dirty? No. Was it underhanded? No. He had made that opening himself and exposed a weakness in Bakugo's defences. It was fair, and as such, it embodied The True Man's World.
The blond bomber wrenched back and shot out a panic explosion upward, which had been originally meant for Josefumi's face. At that moment, the pompadour-haired teen swept Bakugo off of his feet, his heart racing as adrenaline filled his veins. Bakugo fell to the ground with a thump and was seemingly knocked out.
"Tch… and I thought you were going to wipe the floor with me? Look how the tables have turned now, Bakugo," Josefumi commented, brushing the burnt side of his hair with his free hand. It was burnt to all hell, making it look messy and gross. He'd have to get his hair cut and hairstyle changed. He wasn't going to walk around with an incomplete pompadour, though that would have to wait till after The Sports Festival.
Josefumi hadn't expected to win just like that. Bakugo was more of a fighter than that. He saw as much during the Battle Training. So for him to give such a lacklustre performance compared to the one he gave to Izuku was a little underwhelming.
"Something tells me that's not the last I'll see of him. Or maybe it is, who knows? For all I know, he could be faking it. But taking him out like this wouldn't be fair. If I am to live up to The True Man's World, doing things that way won't do."
As Josefumi's thoughts ended with that note, his ears perked ashe heard the familiar clambering sound of one of the entrance exam robots walking up behind him. He knew it well thanks to the Entrance Exam. But even back then, they weren't intimidating.
Its several red eyes glowered down at him, and despite his wounds, he didn't care all too much. He was not phased by how it looked, acted, or sounded. And even as it spoke in its cold dead robotic voice, he didn't flinch.
"Target Spotted: Die, hero!"
Josefumi turned around and launched his Steel Ball directly at the robot's face with enough force to shoot through its head. In that case, extreme violence could be used, mainly because it was a robot. Had it been a person—depending on the situation—he would've used less. Oil dripped from the wound as Josefumi ran over to collect his Steel Ball, the lumbering robot falling to its side with a heavy thud.
He lamented about having to collect the ball, knowing full well it would be difficult to do in real combat. Not only that, but it was impractical. He'd have to remedy the issue at a later point. "Note to self, get a belt like Gyro's with Steel Belt buckles to create more Steel Balls on the fly. I'm going to have to add that to my Hero Costume."
As Josefumi finished his thought, he heard a groan come from behind him, and with a confused look on his face, he turned around to see that Bakugo was still standing.
Even with his mangled arm, damaged side, and more than definitely broken ribs, the teen seemed undeterred. It was slightly intimidating. His Spin was strong, but it wasn't strong enough as it appeared. It wasn't as refined as it could've been. Truth be told, Gyro was a little lax with him during their training through self-admission, despite how hard he had been on the boy.
When Gyro trained his grandfather and father, they were in a tense situation that necessitated their training to be hastened far more than it should've been. But since they weren't in that position, his training was more thorough and slow to make sure he caught on to every lesson and facet used in The Spin.
In those two weeks, he had been able to learn the first lesson and start on the second. The first lesson was easy to learn but hard to master, which was why it took so long. Seriously, the term: "Don't get your hopes up, The Spin is not taught it is earned" was the lesson, and from there he had to figure out what it meant without any help. Thankfully, he did when he activated The Spin on command in a noisy room when it was incredibly hard to concentrate.
However, when the second lesson began, the teaching had been cut short. Gyro expected him to fully master the second lesson before he came back, that being "work those muscles, holding the wrist in a specific position will automatically tell the muscle to bend. The flesh instinctively protects the flesh by wounding the muscle."
While the lesson was vague, he was able to make good headway in deciphering what it meant. But even then, it appeared that he needed to learn more if he was going to use The Spin properly and incorporate it with Soft & Wet in the future.
The two stared at one another just like they had at the beginning of their encounter. The key difference this time was that Bakugo was wavering slightly from right to left. He was no doubt disoriented from the blows done to him. The sound of blood hitting the floor echoed throughout the loud cityscape. The fights going on in the background rattled the city, making the perfect atmosphere for what was to come.
And just as Bakugo was about to rush forward and attack, something jetted out of the alleyway to his right and tackled the blond to the ground. It was wolf-like in appearance, though heavily deformed. It had a red visor going across its face, and it had sharp spike-like protrusions coming up from its back. It had elongated limbs and claws the size of butcher knives, with teeth as long and as sharp as daggers. It was boney in appearance, though it also showed some significant muscle.
Bakugo's eyes widened upon seeing what had tackled him but was unable to do anything as it swiped a massive clawed paw across his face, knocking several teeth out of his mouth and rendering him unconscious.
"WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT FOLKS! IT WOULD SEEM AS IF SOMEONE INTERRUPTED THE FIGHT BETWEEN TWO OF THE HIGHEST-RANKED PEOPLE AFTER THE FIRST EVENT! WHAT A TWIST! AND IT WOULD SEEM AS IF IT'S TATAMI UTSAGI AND HER SHADOW WOLF QUIRK! SHE'S FROM GENERAL STUDIES! HER BOUNTY IS NOW AT 50,600, JOINING THE TOP FIVE IN TERMS OF RECOMMENDATIONS TO TAKE OUT"
The wolf turned to look at Josefumi after it finished with Bakugo, and growled. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here…" The wolf spat, a black aura raging around it. "Hmph, I don't like my Leading The Pack being called a Quirk, but since it's an automatic Stand, that means it can be seen by the general populous. Makes it easier to blend in, I guess."
Josefumi glared at the wolf-like Stand, preparing his Steel Ball. He had a feeling that there would be other Stand Users at U.A., but what he hadn't expected was for one of them to be an automatic Stand. In other words, a Stand that is pretty much JUST a Quirk with the added benefit of it being immune to Quirk disabling technology. "Another Stand User, huh? That makes me, Kira, Karera, and now this Tatami girl. But like I said, I'm only going to use The Spin. If I can avoid using Soft &Wet, I will."
And once again, it was another staredown. This time, it was between two Stand Users, one of which was already injured, and the other was in seemingly perfect health.
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Izuku dashed through the streets using Full Cowling. The idea itself felt strange, not because he disliked it, but because his use of it wasn't the best. He had already broken his toe by accidentally putting in a little too much force into the jet off, but he would be fine. He broke his arms about a million times, a tiny break in the pinkie toe was nothing. It hurt, yes, but it wasn't debilitating.
He had his mother and All Might to thank for helping him get a handle on Full Cowling. Of course, he had come up with Full Cowling himself, but it was All Might and his mother that helped him enhance it. 'Course, All Might was in the dark about his mother helping and vice versa, and his mother didn't know his Quirk was One For All, aka All Might's Quirk, however, he didn't need to drop that tidbit of information just yet.
As far as he was concerned, he was going to keep that a secret till he was comfortable dropping that information. Was it hypocritical of him considering how much his friends had told him? Yes, it was. But for their safety… he had to keep it a secret. Not to mention his own dignity. If he told anyone that he got his Quirk from All Might, they'd all look at him with a different lens.
Or maybe they wouldn't. Who knew? He didn't, that's for sure, and that was why he was keeping it a secret.
As he dashed through the empty streets, he came across a blockade of Entrance Exam robots. Before he got a handle on his Quirk, he struggled against them, but now…
As he rushed towards the small blockade of 5 robots, he used his built-up speed and jumped toward one building, then the one adjacent to it, before jumping upward into the air and using a hammer kick to slam down on the middlemost robot. The shockwave of which destroyed the other robots in one fell swoop. "SMASH!" Izuku shouted in his thoughts after landing the impressive attack.
"WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! CLASS 1 – A'S MIDORIYA IZUKU, THE HIGHEST BOUNTY FIGURE, USED A SINGLE KICK TO DESTROY FIVE ROBOTS IN A ROW! ERASERHEAD, WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THESE KIDS?!"
Aizawa sighed as his partner asked the question that, to him, seemed obvious. "Ever since the USJ attack, I've been getting them to train as hard as humanly possible. By doing this, in the event of another freak incident like that of the USJ, these kids will be ready for anything that comes at them. It just so happened that the Sports Festival came up, which gave me a great excuse to do so."
With his logical answer made, Izuku couldn't help but chuckle. He was still working on that attack, which he planned on dubbing: Saint Louis Smash. His muscles and leg still hurt when doing it, so it would need a lot more work before he perfected it. It was usable right now, but it wasn't in a state where he felt confident with it.
Another thing he had to work on doing was constantly having Full Cowling activated. After every attack, he had to charge up Full Cowling again, leaving him vulnerable. He could do it in a matter of seconds, but in those seconds something could happen, and if he's down for the count and can't activate it in the nick of time, or have it constantly active, then something bad could happen and result in a massive set back.
And just as he was about to be done with charging up Full Cowling, he felt a sharp punch in his lower abdomen, launching him down the street with enough force to make him practically fly. Thankfully, he was able to use the ground to slow the speed at which he was launched, but that didn't stop the next attack from coming in hot as he was kicked in the side of the head.
He was knocked into the building to his right, shattering the glass and concrete support that he had the misfortune of slamming into. Inside the building was on fire. Although the fire might have been fake, the heat radiating off of the flames was very much real. It didn't help that there was a small stream of blood flowing down the left side of his face, which partially blinded his left eye.
Standing at the edge of the hole that was created by him was Ochako, staring down at him with wide worried eyes. The green-haired teen slowly stood up, shaking his head. "Since when did Uraraka-san have such potent and powerful strikes? I'd expect something like that from Bakugo and his explosions, not regular kicks and punches from her," Izuku thought as he wiped the blood from his forehead.
However, before he could retaliate, Ochako rushed him and sucker punched him in the gut, making him spit up saliva. In response, Izuku grabbed Ochako's shoulder, gripped hard, and swept her off of her feet. Before she could fall on her back, she touched her legs with her hands, making her float.
During that display, Izuku noticed just how strange her movements had been. They were almost robotic, controlled and precise. Not like that of a human. The wide-eyed shocked look on her face didn't help any, nor did the fact that she wasn't opening her mouth at all.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to figure out what it was that was going on with Uraraka. He needed to defeat her so that she would stop attacking him. So, in an act that would normally be something Bakugo would do, he used his knee and rammed it into her back, making her eyes widen even more in pain. Then, after she floated upward from the force and speed of the attack, Izuku jumped up using Full Cowling and hammer kicked her back down to the ground with such speed and force that she bounced off of the floor.
When she connected with the concrete, small cracks and fissures were made. Skin ripped and bled, but not enough to be life-threatening. Muscles tore and bones cracked, or worse, broke. All the while, Uraraka didn't scream once, which Izuku found odd.
"Something is wrong with her. Anyone and I mean anyone, would scream in pain from an attack like that," Izuku thought as he inspected the damage. It was bad, but not unrecoverable. The tears in the skin weren't deep, but they did bleed. Thankfully, it wasn't a dangerous amount. It was something similar to when someone had a hang nail and ripped the skin off, causing minor bleeding.
It could've been worse, and Izuku knew that. It was why he had used 2% of his power instead of the full 5%, which would've been worse.
Hopping over her, Izuku shook his head, glancing back over to Ochako with a sorrowful look in his eyes. He didn't mean to hurt her too badly, but he had to do something to get her to stop. However, as he turned his back on her and began to leave the building, he didn't notice her now unconscious body slowly sitting up like that of a vampire coming out of its coffin.
And he most certainly wasn't expecting her to pick up a piece of rubble from the hole she had created by kicking him in the head and into the wall, then bashing him in the back of the head with said piece of rubble. His eyes widened, then rolled to the back of his head before he fell to the ground, the puppeteered Ochako standing over him, victorious.
From a distance, Hitoshi had to reel in a laugh. He had to admit, he was having a bit too much fun with Everybody Loves Me. Despite that fact, he knew he went a little bit overboard with hitting the boy in the back of the head, and while it was cheap, it was a way of victory. One that allowed him to move forward in the competition.
And just as he was about to have his puppet walk away, he watched as the boy he had just 'beaten' grab the puppet by the leg, and through the ears of the puppet heard what Izuku Midoriya said. "The Uraraka I know wouldn't have done something like that. I don't know who's puppeteering you, Uraraka-san, but when I find them… I'm going to beat them senseless."
And then, with wide eyes, he watched as Izuku punched the puppet Ochako across the street, her body making a hard stop at the 100-meter mark before Everybody Loves Me's hooks were forcibly ripped out of her shoulders, tearing off chunks of flesh and leaving behind a bloody mess as the hooks retracted back to Everybody Loves Me. As the puppet went flying into a pile of scrap metal, the boy stood up, wiped the blood off of his forehead, then started to scan the area around him.
Hitoshi quickly ducked out of the line of sight. His mind raced with questions, but eventually, he calmed down. He hadn't expected the boy to be resilient enough to come out on top after getting bashed in the back of the head with solid concrete.
Then again, it could've been possible that gravity girl could've muscled her way back into control to weaken the blow. The two of them, at least from what he heard, seemed like close friends, which, if that had been the case, what just happened was totally a trope out of some of the stupid pre-Quirk and current-day animes he despised. But until he got to the bottom of the issue, he'd have to wait and try again later.
"At least he can't track where my Stand goes. Still, the fact that he's still standing… there's something more to this kid than meets the eye. I'll go find a new puppet and tackle him later. I was able to take down three other 100-point people, not to mention 50 of those robots with gravity girl. I'm 200 points away from qualifying. If I can avoid him for long enough, I can get to the finals and get first place with ease! Then, I'll be able to get into the hero course!"
As Hitoshi's thoughts concluded, he marched to the roof entrance, opened the door to the stairwell, and ran as fast as he could to get to a new vantage point. His Stand was weird because its initial range was 5 meters or 16 feet. He had to get within 16 feet of someone, activate Everybody Loves Me so that he could hook them, then he'd gain access to the rest of the 100 metres.
It was needlessly complicated, but it was his Stand, and he couldn't really change it. At least he didn't have to make people respond to him to control them. That made his life a ton easier.
"A WARNING TO ALL CONTESTANTS! THERE ARE ONLY 5 MINUTES LEFT BEFORE ALL OUT WAR IS OVER. TO GIVE A SCOPE AS TO HOW MANY PEOPLE REMAIN! OUT OF 42 CONTESTANTS, ONLY 30 REMAIN! TO SPICE THINGS UP, THE SCORE PER KNOCKOUT IS NOW DOUBLE FROM 100 TO 200! GET OUT THERE AND DO WHAT IT TAKES TO DEFEAT YOUR OPPONENTS!"
Hitoshi smirked. He had plenty of time to defeat Midoriya. For now, he needed to hook someone else and get that guaranteed spot in the next round.
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Yoshihara's cold, death-filled eyes stared into the eyes of one Yuga Aoyama. The blond-haired boy's eyes widened in horror as he floated in the air. Killer Queen held him by the throat before slamming him to the ground, knocking him out instantly.
Kira was beginning to get annoyed with the number of people that were tracking her down to try and claim her bounty. So far, three people had tried and failed to do that, the likes of that shadow guy—not Tokoyami, but someone else—that Tetsutetsu person, whose name could be translated to steel steel. And recently, Yuga Aoyama.
To give Aoyama credit, the boy had almost got her with a shot to the back of the head. Thankfully Killer Queen had spotted it and allowed her to duck. Had she not had her Stand out and being the preverbal eyes in the back of her head, she would've been taken out.
She looked down at Aoyama and frowned. There was no blood, which was good, and seeing as Killer Queen hadn't smashed his head against the street too hard there was no outward damage done to anything outside of the unconscious boy. Her baby blue eyes scanned the area around which she had been and found nothing of note. No plans to be laid out, and no one trying to launch a sneak attack.
That had been a first, at least for this event. In the five minutes that had elapsed since the beginning of the round, all three of those people had tried to jump her. All of them declared her to be done for, or a criminal, or what-have-you, and all of them got one shot by Killer Queen, all with a differing amount of force needing to be used.
The shadow hider boy and Aoyama took the same amount of force that a normal person would take to knock out, but Tetsutetsu required more… oomph. He was able to tank 3 forceful punches from Killer Queen before being knocked unconscious. It was a little annoying that he kept trying to shout at her to explain herself, but once Killer Queen drove its fist into the side of his dome, he quit talking.
Of course, she didn't care about her score. She simply did it out of reflex. If anything, she was trying to hide, that way she wouldn't have to deal with the nonsense that was this event. Although she was surprised that not as many people had been eliminated then she had previously believed. They were the top 42, to be fair, so maybe that was the point. Still, it was strange how many people were still around.
By now, she kinda hoped that at least half of the competition would've been gone by now so that the round could simply end. The less she had to run around and hide, the better.
Yoshihara didn't like hiding. It made her feel weak and out of control of the situation, both things she hated. In combat, being out of control of the situation at hand was NOT a good thing. She knew that, everyone else here knew that, and that was why things were so chaotic.
Not to mention those exam robots were getting annoying. At least they were an easy "tap them once and watch them go ka-boom" sort of deal. Even with multiple charging her at once, they were more cannon-fodder than actual cannon-fodder.
"Kira."
A chilling voice spoke up from behind her with the type of seriousness that she had heard many times before. It felt pretentious, like a hero swooping in and saying the name of a villain. Kinda like how Yaoyorozu had been acting up until The Sports Festival. Kinda like how everyone who had ambushed her had been acting.
And it was starting to get annoying.
The voice was feminine, and it was full of anger, and strangely enough, pity. As Yoshihara turned around, she was greeted by a green, vine-haired teen. The teen's hair flowed all the way down to her ankles, but she didn't seem to be too perturbed by its length. Her skin was pale in complexion, and she wore her hair in a strange way. Granted, they were vines, but they still looked oddly… biblical, with one of the vines wrapped around her forehead like a thorn crown. She, of course, wore the gym uniform, but that there was where the specialties ended.
And Kira knew exactly who this person was. In fact, it was the first person she saw when the round began. The person she wanted to be the first contestant to eliminate from the round. Of course, the ambushes made that a tad bit difficult, but at least now she had her chance.
"Shiozaki Ibara," the blonde replied, a cold and neutral expression on her face. "I take it you're after my bounty?" Yoshihara asked, earning a frown from her fellow hero course student.
"The name "hero" has been tainted by what you've done," Ibara spat, glaring at her. "You spilt the blood of an innocent woman. You have committed a grave sin. As a woman of faith, I shall make you repent!" And with that command, several thick strands of vine-like hair flew toward her. In response, Killer Queen appeared in front of its user and batted away the hair with the speed and force of a bullet train.
To Ibara, an invisible force was blocking her hair from capturing, what she thought to be in her mind, a sinful murderer who disguised themselves to be a hero in training. To Yoshihara, she saw her Stand doing its job.
"How is that possible?! Is… Is God almighty protecting her?! No! He would never protect the sinful!" Ibara thought with wide eyes. Her vine-like appendages slammed into the concrete ground and appeared behind Yoshihara, only for the vines to explode into nothingness, the explosion travelling back to Ibara before cutting off right in front of her, the explosion cutting off the rest of her hair attacks and sending her backward into a building wall.
The ends of her vines were smoking from the explosion as they had been practically cut off due to the painful eruption of light that had hit her. And as she slowly looked upward, all she saw were the cold, ocean blue eyes of a demon staring down at her with nothing but murderous intent.
"I'm sick and tired of people like you." The words came out like venom as Yoshihara picked Ibara up by the collar of her shirt. "That woman was never innocent. The proof is out there, yet it's people like you who don't look for it. People like you who slander others because they needed to do what needed to be done."
And that was the last thing Ibara Shiozaki heard for the rest of the day, as her consciousness faded immediately after that, as Yoshihara slammed the back of her head into the building, rendering her unconscious.
Yoshihara felt overcome by rage at that moment. Something that wasn't normal for her. In fact, she rarely felt anger like that unless someone had truly wronged her. The want to kill washed over her, and had she not wrestled with it, she would've killed Ibara. "That wasn't me back there. Something… happened to me."
Then, for no reason, a burning sensation rippled throughout the blonde's whole body, making her collapse to her knees in pain. It felt like a thousand whips were lashing at her at once, and as it continued, Yoshihara let out a pain-filled scream.
"What the hell is going on?!" Yoshihara screamed, looking over her shoulder. Her hair stood on end as she watched a Stand disappear from a window and a figure ducked away. Killer Queen appeared by its user's side and pointed its finger at the window, and as the bubble spun on its finger, it launched forward and went into the window before blowing up.
The burning sensation increased tenfold, which sent her to her hands and knees, sweat lining her forehead as her pupils dilated. "A Stand user! But… who? Is it that purple-haired kid? Or is it that Kishibe girl?" Yoshihara thought, slowly picking herself up as the burning feeling continued to climb. The pain was unbearable, yet she had to rise to the occasion.
If she didn't, she was going to lose. And if it was one thing she never did… it was lose to anyone in a battle. Even if it cost her her dignity. Even if it cost her her sanity. Yoshihara didn't care. Something in the back of her mind shouted at her to get up. Like a sixth sense.
The want to deal with this nuisance skyrocketed to an unimaginable point. Enough to where the burning sensation had all been reduced to a small annoying hum.
She was going to deal with whoever decided to attack her. And when she was done with them, she was going to teach them why it was a bad idea to mess with a Kira's emotional and physical wellbeing.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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-- Power
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