Chapitre 56: Chapter 8: Soul Theory With Sugimoto-Sensei
Aizawa stepped into the classroom with a tired grimace as he overlooked his students. The class of now 16 students stared at him with fresh faces and rejuvenated expressions. However, despite that, there was an underlying feeling of uneasiness, and Aizawa didn't have to think twice as to why that was. Instead of there being 20 full desks, there were four that were vacant, and one of those vacant desks was something of a burning reminder that, regardless of age, heroism had its risks. Death being one of those risks.
And unfortunately, a week ago, Tenya Ida had to learn that risk the hard way, when he was killed by an unknown villain who had aided The Hero Killer Stain in escaping after Ida had encountered him and had narrowly defeated him.
From that day forth, things changed, and as a result, three students from his class dropped out of the hero course. One by willingness, and the other two by force of their parents. Aizawa saw it as an annoyance more than anything. Jirou Kyoka had the right to drop out for her own reasons, most likely of inadequacy to her other classmates—that wasn't even mentioning how her parents were murdered by someone, there were probably a lot of mental health issues she was struggling with because of that, and the idea of dying because she went to a hero school probably didn't help matters and most likely influenced her decisions. Had he been in that same situation, he would've probably done the same thing, so he wasn't bitter about it.
The other two, however, he was bitter about.
The parents of those two children, that being Hanta Sero and Koji Koda, had to have known the risks of allowing their children to be heroes in the first place, but when the going got rough, and when the harsh reality of making that choice showed up, suddenly they weren't "ready" to be heroes.
It was pathetic. At least, in Aizawa's perspective, it was. And, it was a waste of his time. That was not to say that Sero and Koda had no potential—quite the opposite really—but because their parents held them back from doing what it was they wanted to do, there was a chance that potential would be squandered.
He hoped that in the future, those two would take another crack at it, or apply to a different Hero School and live out their dream of being heroes. He was disappointed that he couldn't be their teacher anymore. However, he would keep a lookout for The Tape Hero: Cellophane and The Petting Hero: Anima if they ever showed up again. It was the least he could do.
Regardless of that, Aizawa had a class to teach. Today was important for numerous reasons, the key of which was that today was the start of a new class that had been quickly added to the curriculum. That class being: Supernatural Creature and Ability Knowledge 101, and it was taught by Yoshimura Sugimoto, the head of The Japanese Branch of The Speedwagon Foundation.
Because of the class's quick installment into the curriculum, it meant that homeroom would be shorter from here on out. Instead of having 30 minutes at the beginning of the day, he now only had 15 minutes to debrief his class on what was going to happen, and that was if he was lucky.
While it wasn't exactly beneficial, he was still in the classroom with them all day, and that was all that really mattered—even if he was asleep most of the time. He trusted his class to act professionally, and they have proved him right in that judgement for the last two months.
Hopefully, it will stay that way.
"Good morning, class," Aizawa greeted dully, earning the typical "good morning" from everyone. Absently, he glanced at the fourth most seat in the front row and frowned. He couldn't help but feel partially responsible for what happened to Ida, even if what happened to him wasn't his fault physically speaking. Metaphorically speaking, however, if he had just paid attention to the boy's mental and emotional state, instead of viewing it from an analytical angle, Ida could still be alive.
If he had thought with his heart, rather than his brain, Ida would've been alive. Hizashi told him that it wasn't his fault, but Aizawa didn't believe it. There was a choice that should've been made, and a choice that was made, and that choice was the wrong choice.
However, as much as he could continue to beat himself up for his own mistakes, Aizawa knew that what was done, was done, and that there was nothing that he could do about it. And now, all he could do was address it, even if it hurt him to do so. Even if it brought back painful memories of him losing a friend.
So, with his usual tired, emotionless tone of voice, Aizawa cleared his throat and spoke. "It should go without saying, but, as you are all aware, late last week, Tenya Ida passed away in a conflict with an unknown villain during his internship with Manual."
A heavy silence filled the room. Everyone gained a solemn expression, as was to be expected. Ripping open the wound even more and pouring more salt into it was only going to make things worse, so he was going to speed this up. "As a result, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, and Jirou Kyoka are no longer a part of the hero course, the latter of which dropped out of her own volition, whereas the former two were pulled out by their parents who assumed that U.A. is no longer a safe space for their children to learn."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, which was something that didn't go unnoticed by Yoshihara, who got the feeling that he wasn't too keen to agree with that sentiment. She was also inclined to agree that the sentiment was also kind of stupid, as did most of the class. U.A. was the safest school in all of Japan, and while the USJ incident was a fuck-up, it wasn't exactly U.A.'s fault. They had never thought of a portal Quirk and one that most likely couldn't be countered, even if it was attempted.
"It should go without saying that the idea of the U.A. being unsafe is blatantly false. What happened during the internships is a damn shame, and had I been more careful with everyone's mental health, it is likely that Ida would still be with us. For that, it is my fault that Ida is dead. But, on my family name, I will not allow any more of my students to die, that I promise!"
Murmurs started to flood the classroom, all of them understanding that what Aizawa said was more than enough for them to believe him. After all, he was only human, and humans made mistakes. Mistakes were a key part of doing better in the future, and they gave him a chance to grow. Even with that being said, there was still tension in the classroom, especially after that incident.
It was now blatantly clear that the people that were attacking U.A. weren't afraid of killing students to get their point across. It almost happened to Tsuyu back at The USJ with the hand villain, and Ida was killed by a villain, and everyone were pretty much in agreement that he was working with The League of Villains—and that wasn't even considering the fact that the villain who had killed Ida wasn't a human, but rather a God damned Vampire.
"Uh, Aizawa-sensei," Tsuyu spoke up as Aizawa looked in her direction, prompting her to continue. "What will be next? From what I am aware, the Final Exams will be in the next two weeks. *ribbit* Unless things have changed because of the new class that's being introduced." Everyone, including Aizawa, was thankful for the topic change, and so, Aizawa responded.
"Good question, Asui," Aizawa said, before looking over the class. "Unfortunatelyw, seeing as internships were cut short, that meant that we had to fill in a gap of time with dead air. That does not mean, however, that the date of the Final Exams has changed, even with the addition of the new class you all will be partaking in. Therefore, I expect you all to take this class seriously, and, I expect you all to pay attention. The matters that will be discussed in this class are not things that can be looked up, or read about in a textbook. So if you slack off, then you will be put at a massive disadvantage going forward. Though, that should be obvious. Now, regarding the next class…."
As if on cue, the door to the classroom opened as the titular teacher of the new class, Yoshimura Sugimoto, carrying what appeared to be a briefcase, along with what appeared to be a store shopping basket with a pile of books, entered the room. He was wearing a casual white button-down shirt with a black tie that had cloud motifs. Along with that, he had a pair of dark blue jeans, with a pair of black polished leather shoes.
"You're early, Sugimoto. But, that's alright, it means we're ahead of schedule. If you need me, I'll be in the corner, sleeping," Aizawa said as Sugimoto nodded silently. Yoshihara couldn't help but stare at her father intently, though decided to say nothing. The man looked over the classroom as Aizawa closed the door, before the black-haired man got into his sleeping bag, and immediately dozed off. Once Aizawa was sound asleep, Sugimoto placed the suitcase, along with the basket on the teacher's desk, before looking at the class.
"Who here is the Class President?" Sugimoto asked as Yaoyorozu raised her hand. Yoshimura motioned her to come up to the podium, which she did. When she got to the podium, he passed her the basket full of books. "Hand these out to everyone, and then once you're done, return the basket and take your seat. Then, I will begin the class." Without questioning anything, Yaoyorozu did just that, placing a book on the desk of each student, returning the basket, and taking her seat.
When Yoshihara got one of the copies of the book, she glanced at it. On the cover of the book, it had the symbol for The Speedwagon Foundation smack dab in the middle, and underneath it, it read "The SWF Supernatural and Paranormal Item Catalogue". The title was a little strange, but then again, considering what class she was about to be in, it did make some sense to have one of these things on hand.
When she glanced over at Josefumi, he seemed to have gone slightly pale at the sight of the book. That wasn't even to mention that he had been eyeing the suitcase that her father had brought in, meaning he either knew what was in it, or he was just as curious about it as she had been.
"Alright, everyone. My name is Yoshimura Sugimoto, but please refer to me as Sugimoto-sensei or just Sugimoto. Either or, it doesn't matter to me."
"Good Morning, Sugimoto-sensei!"
Yoshimura smirked. "Good morning to you all, as well." His expression returned to a neutral grimace as he scanned the classroom for a second time. "Now, the book in front of you is exactly what it says on the cover. It's an Item Catalogue of everything that documents everything that The Speedwagon Foundation has in its vaults. Of course, most of it has been classified so that only the things we are covering in this class will be readable because some of the stuff in that book can be considered an info hazard. Once the class is over, I implore you all to give it a good read-through either during lunch or after school back at the dorms. Now, with that being said…."
As he spoke, Yoshimura turned to the blackboard behind him and picked up a piece of chalk. He began to write down something, the something in question being SOUL THEORY in large letters, and when he finished, he turned to face the class. "Today, we will be discussing Soul Theory." This caused a few people in the room to raise an eyebrow, namely Yaoyorozu, who raised her hand. "Go ahead."
"Sugimoto-sensei. Isn't that… something that religious schools teach?" Yaoyorozu questioned as Yoshimura smirked.
"Yes, in a way, they do. However, unlike how organised religions believe in souls as a metaphorical access point to allow those who believe in, for example, Christianity to reach the heavens—which by the way do exist just not in the way those idiotic books espouse it—I mean real, honest to god souls. Everyone has one, and it's the basis for what today is all about," Yoshimura explained, as he opened the suitcase on the desk.
Inside the suitcase was an antique arrow of sorts, with a golden arrowhead. It had a singular heart-shaped hole in the centre of the arrowhead, completely hollowing it out. The edge of the arrowhead looked as if it could pierce anything it was thrown at, and the wooden shaft of the arrow was completely undamaged. The strange thing about the arrow, however, besides it looking a little familiar to Yoshihara, was that it was strapped down to the suitcase.
"Uh, sensei?" Denki spoke up, earning Yoshimura's attention. "Um… isn't having weaponry on school grounds kind of… illegal? Not even Snipe-sensei can have his gun on him on school grounds," the electric-Quirk user said as Yoshimura nodded.
"I understand that, Kaminari. However, this is beyond just being a weapon. In fact, had it not been for this thing existing, the world we know today, Quirks, superhuman abilities—all of it. We would not have it if not for this very arrow, and the rock on which the metal used to create it hadn't crash-landed on this planet 50,000 years ago." As Yoshimura said that, he snapped his fingers, as a hologram appeared behind him.
The hologram in question was that of a DNA strand, but it looked… different compared to what the media used to show as the human DNA strand. Yoshihara didn't know how to explain it, but it just looked… different. When Yoshimura looked back to the class, his expression looked… almost sinister? Was that the word that Yoshihara was looking for? Maybe, but regardless, it sent a chill down her spine.
"What I am about to tell you all is classified. If this information were to get out of the school, then the consequences of it would cause panic and duress. There is a reason why The Speedwagon Foundation has hidden this away from the world. Not even the HSPC knows about this. You cannot tell your parents, your friends from other schools, your friends outside of school, not even an animal can know about this. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Sugimoto-sensei!" Class 1 – A replied, as Yoshimura nodded.
"Very well," Yoshimura began before his expression switched back to being neutral. "Allow me to begin by making a bold statement. You are all diseased." The whole class, except the two Stand Users, got in an uproar over that.
"What?!"
"The fuck does that mean!?'
"I'm not sick! My doctor said so!"
"That's not funny!"
Reactions like that filled the classroom, as Yoshimura frowned. He let it continue for a little while longer, but, when he noticed that Aizawa was beginning to stir, the blond Stand User knew he had to do something to get everyone to shut up. So, he secluded the area in front of him in a box-like shape within his mind, making sure it didn't include Aizawa, and then, he summoned Cloud 9.
Suddenly, the air in the room became extremely hard to breathe. Literally. It only happened for a brief second, but both Yoshihara and Josefumi knew immediately that it was the work of Yoshimura's Stand, seeing as it was beside him. And if that was the case, then that meant that Yoshimura was yet another Stand user that neither of them wanted to deal with. The air returned to normal rather quickly, as everyone around one another looked at each other, trying to find out how that happened, and recover their lost breath.
Before anyone could ask any questions, Yoshimura spoke up.
"I am not a fan of uproars, but then again, that kind of reaction is warranted. But, fear not, I do not mean that in any kind of way that might seem rude or make you all think you are ill. What I mean is that, quite literally, from the day you were born, you were infected by an illness. One that now parasitically exists among the human population. And it all traces back to this arrow, and the metal with which it was made out of all those years ago."
"Isn't that a rather inflammatory remark to make, Sugimoto-sensei? *ribbit*" Tsuyu asked as Yoshimura raised an eyebrow.
"And why would that be?" Yoshimura questioned as Tsuyu frowned.
"Well. When you say that, when calling someone diseased, it makes that person think that they are sick. *ribbit* Plus, there is no proof for your claims. No study says what you're saying is true, at least, one that isn't created by The Speedwagon Foundation, anyway. *ribbit*" Tsuyu stated as Yoshimura hummed.
"I see… that is a valid point. While this is where I would typically demonstrate that you are wrong, doing so would most likely lead to your, or any of your classmates, death. So I will refrain from doing so. For it would only be an inconvenience to you and to the way you think. Just to clarify, I mean the death of a classmate. right? Asui?"
That remark caused everyone in the room to tense. Yoshihara and Josefumi recognized that for what it was, and that was bait. It was clear that Yoshimura wasn't kidding around. He had every reason to be as annoyed as he was, so much so that they could see the annoyance in his eyes.
"W-What…?" Asui muttered, as Yoshimura cleared his throat.
"Allow me to clarify. By denouncing this, you, keeping such a close-minded view of the world, and not allowing others to shape your opinions, will only harm yourself in the long run. I mean every word that I say, as it is my job to reveal to you all the truth of how the world functions. I do not say this with a heavy-handedness in mind, nor do I mean to make light of the situation that has brought me here to you. However, if you dismiss this, then, as a whole, you are therefore saying that your friend, Tenya Ida's, death was completely pointless. That his death, no matter how many ways you look at it, was not possible and therefore irrelevant."
"Hey, you can't say that!" Sato roared, glaring at Yoshimura, who simply raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? But it is not me who is saying that. That befalls upon your classmate. Right, Asui?" Yoshimura asked as the frog heteromorph froze in her seat. "Ah, so even you don't believe it then. I apologise if I sound callous. But, unfortunately, I do not like it when people trivialise death in such a way. After all, the sole reason why I am here is because of your friend's death. The reason why I am teaching you this is to avoid another occurrence of such a death. So, I suggest that you treat every word that falls out of my mouth that is related to this topic as fact. That applies to every single one of you. Unlike your other teachers, I do not spare those public ridicule for espousing such stupid claims. From here on out, my word is law, and you will treat it as such. I am not just a teacher, but a government figurehead. Do not forget that."
There was a cold chill that filled the room, as everyone nodded silently. Yoshimura sighed, before clearing his throat. "Now, the reason why I have stated that you are all diseased is because of the origin of The Glowing Baby. Their creation was not natural, as some may believe. But rather, they were an experiment created and funded by The Speedwagon Foundation to see just how much of the virus that gives you all the powers that we have in current-day society that we could get away with using on an embryo without that embryo dying."
Gasps filled the classroom. There was outrage in most of the class's eyes, even Yoshihara felt disgusted. Human experimentation was still frowned upon today. So the fact that The Speedwagon Foundation did it… while it wasn't exactly immoral, it was still gross to think that someone could get away with such a thing.
"Relax, it wasn't non-consensual. Though I doubt that changes your view on it. For more of an explanation, 18 mothers signed up for the program and were given clear transparency that there was a high likelihood that they could miscarry. All of them agreed. 17 of those mothers miscarried, with the only surviving baby being the glowing baby. They would go on to spread the virus by merely existing, patient zero if you will. Bloodlines all across the world became infected, and as time went on, more and more people cropped up with Quirks. But some remained immune to the virus, hence why Quirkless individuals exist."
Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. The reason why he was Quirkless wasn't because of a genetic fuck-up. It was because he was immune to a virus. A virus that originated from some rock, or perhaps, outer space. A benign virus, sure, but a virus nonetheless. The idea that Quirks originated from a virus was something that already existed on online forums, and it had been thoroughly debunked. But, for it to be true….
"The fuck is that supposed to mean, eh?" Bakugo spat, as he glared at the teacher. "Who cares if it's a virus or not? Get to the fucking point."
Yoshimura glowered at Bakugo, sighing. "I am "getting to the point" Bakugo. Please be patient. There is a reason as to why I am going over this." In response to that, Bakugo rolled his eyes, staring straight forward. "As I was saying, and as I mentioned just now, there is a reason why I'm bringing this up. Now that you know this information, can anyone tell me what would happen if more of that virus were to enter someone's body?"
Ojiro raised his hand. "Yes, young man?"
"The virus could potentially mutate and become… er, worse?" Ojiro replied as Yoshimura nodded.
"Exactly that, yes. But now, think back to what this virus does. It gives someone supernatural abilities on a biological level. In that sense, what exactly does that therefore mean?"
"Someone's Quirk could evolve?" Uraraka pointed out as Yoshimura smiled.
"You're correct. However, not in the way you might think it to be. Over time, it is only natural for the virus to grow and evolve in your body. This is how Quirk evolutions can happen. However, if an exponential amount of that same virus were to enter your body either by infection or naturally getting the ailment through any means that a virus could enter the body, what is the body's first response to that virus?" Yoshimura questioned, as Josefumi raised his hand. "Yes, Kujo?"
"White Blood Cells will target the virus, and potentially kill it. If the main virus itself is killed, then that person will die due to the White Blood Cells targeting human DNA," Josefumi explained as Yoshimura nodded. The room went dead quiet after that, as Yoshimura hummed.
"I-Is that true?" Mina asked as Yoshimura nodded.
"It is indeed true. Those who are given more of the virus have a 99.9% chance to die almost instantly. The 0.1% of those people, however, are people like myself, Kujo Josefumi, Kira Yoshihara, and from Class 1 – B, Sakunami Karera. The four whom I mentioned were lucky to survive the virus's effects, and because we survived, because we were able to survive what the virus did to us, our abilities either became something more, or we outright developed something that is far stronger than any Quirk could ever hope to be." As Yoshimura said that, he turned around to the chalkboard and wrote something down. When he finished, he stepped away, and the class was able to see what was on the board. In large letters, next to SOUL THEORY was the word: STAND for everyone to see.
"Stand?" Yaoyorozu questioned as Yoshimura nodded.
"Yes. There is a power out there referred to as "Stands". They are physical manifestations of one's soul, and they come with a subset of rules. Rule number one – Only Stands can harm other Stands. Rule number two – Only Stand Users can see other Stands, except one variety of Stands which everyone can see. And rule number three – Stands can interact with the world around them, even though only other Stands can harm them, they can easily harm you." As Yoshimura spoke, he wrote down the three rules to Stands on the board, before continuing. "I expect all of you to be writing this down. I will not repeat myself."
On cue, everyone pulled out something to write on, some even grabbed their phones and put stuff in their notepads, all of which led to the same result. Once it was all said and done, Yoshimura turned around and waited for everyone to be finished with their notes. It didn't take long, which was good. Sugimoto looked at the clock at the back of the room and frowned. There were only 10 minutes left until the classes changed, so that would mean he had to speed things up.
"Now, moving on, because we don't have much time left today, I will write down the major differences between Stands and Quirks on the board, aside from the three rules that I just mentioned. I want you all to copy this down on a piece of paper," Yoshimura began before he drew a ven diagram. In the center of it, he put down "supernatural abilities, both come from viruses, both can appear in different categories and both are steps toward human evolution."
On the Quirks side of the ven diagram, he wrote down "biological, can mutate the physical body of those with mutant Quirks, have massive drawbacks to the physical body, and can evolve into stronger forms of themselves with a skill ceiling based on the physical output their user's body can withstand."
Then, he turned to the Stand side of the ven diagram and wrote "spiritual-based, have no, if not very few drawbacks to the user's physical body, can evolve based on the type of Stand that the user gains, is not reliant on genetics, and has more variety in what abilities can be garnered from obtaining a Stand." Once these were all written down, and once they were all copied, Yoshimura turned to face the class, hands behind his back, and scanned the class to see if everyone was finished, which they were.
"Now, with the information in front of you that you now have about Stands, I want to ask you all this. If you had the opportunity to at the very least attempt to become a Stand User, would you want to? If you do, raise your hand." Yoshimura asked as Josefumi's eyes widened in alarm.
"Hold on!" Josefumi called out, standing up from his seat as Yoshimura raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell are you—"
"Kujo, sit down. Let me finish," Yoshimura interrupted, as the purple-haired teen glowered at the older blond. However, reluctantly, he sat down. "Thank you. Go ahead. Be honest, and don't lie."
Instantly, half the class raised their hands. Kirishima, Asui, Ojiro, Shoji, Aoyama, Kaminari, and Sato were the ones who raised their hands, leaving everyone else with their hands down, most of whom knew the true horrors of having a Stand, and the danger that they brought like Izuku, Mina, Josefumi, Yoshihara, and Ochako. Yoshimura frowned, crossing his arms, before humming. "Interesting... half of you wish to become Stand Users, and half of you don't. Now, if I told you that by gaining a Stand, your life would be put into mortal peril, would you still take that chance?"
Murmurs filled the class, as Yoshimura smiled. Instead of anyone answering immediately, people were asking questions to one another and seeing what the group consensus was. That was a good thing. It showed that these people were at least cautious, which was a good quality to have in modern-day heroes.
He glanced at the clock again, his smile being replaced with a frown. "Five minutes… how annoying," Yoshimura thought as he cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "This brings me to the final part of today's class, and that is that Stand users attract other Stand Users, like metal to magnets. It doesn't matter what part of the world you are in, Fate, which is a concept we will go over after the final exams for this semester, will act as a gravitational pull toward you and any Stand User in the area. And that… that is how Ida attracted the Vampire to his location."
As confusion and alarm filled the classroom, and before anyone in the class was allowed to speak up, Yoshimura continued. "When the person doing the autopsy on Ida's body reported back to us, because of what had killed him, it was reported that his Quirk Factor was gone. He no longer had his Quirk when he died, and his engines had completely fallen out of his legs, yet strangely, an unknown virus was found within his bloodstream in large quantities. That meant that his Quirk had evolved into a Stand. That is also something we will be going over, but not now. Class time is almost over, so keep in mind what I have said today. This is only the beginning."
And with that, Yoshimura closed his suitcase, as the bell rang for the next class to begin, and after ending on such a dark note, those who had no clue what Yoshimura had exactly been talking about, were left with a singular, burning question:
Just how much had Kira and Kujo known this whole time? And what else could they be keeping secret?
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A man holding a stolen purse was running down an alleyway, his eyes narrowed and his vindictive smile wider than it usually was. That bitch was too stupid to not notice him. Honestly, it was kind of funny. She had no idea what it was he was saying—the damned foreigner really should've studied Japanese before coming here—and as a result, she had no idea that he was robbing her in the first place!
Once he got far away enough from her, he'd be able to use his Quirk—Transporter—to get back to his house! It was foolproof! He had robbed hundreds of foreigners before, and this wouldn't be his last. Besides, if she had a Quirk, she would've used it against him when he stole from her. But then again, she didn't know the laws of Japan, so either way it didn't matter!
Just a few more blocks and he would make it!
Suddenly, out of butt fuck nowhere, a hand grabbed his throat, as the girl he had robbed pulled herself out of her purse, standing directly in front of him as she lifted him effortlessly off the ground. Before, he wasn't able to get a good look at her, but now, he was able to.
She had medium-length black hair, golden eyes, and tan skin. She was wearing what appeared to be a white sleeveless crop top and a pair of dark blue jean shorts along with a pair of brown ankle boots. On her right arm was a massive tattoo that spanned down to her wrist of a giant stylized-looking zipper, which had it not been for the fact that the robber was being choked out, he would've admired a little bit more. Her soft facial features either proved that her mother was a beauty, or that she was just lucky and won the genetic lottery.
The girl looked no older than 17, maybe 18, or perhaps even 16, but that was about it. For a kid, she was extremely, extremely strong. If it wasn't for the fact that she had appeared out of her purse like some kind of genie, he would've thought that she had some kind of Strength Quirk.
"È stato davvero stupido cercare di rubarmi. Ora, ho tutto il diritto di battere il moccio fuori di te, pezzo di merda!"
The man choked, trying to figure out what it was she said, only for the ravenette to smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry, you had no idea what I was saying, yeah? My bad. I said that it was really stupid for you to try and steal from me, so now, I'm going to beat the snot out of you, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Out of nowhere, what felt like a thousand punches hit him from every conceivable angle, before he was launched to the other side of the alleyway, and every limb of his body, head included, was unzipped as if they were attached to each other by zippers. The man screamed as the woman stood over him before she snapped her fingers, and the zippers disappeared, his wounds now exploding in blood before he died on the spot.
The woman casually picked up her purse, before looking at the ID that fell out that had the name Maria Bucciarati on it, with the girl's face just atop the name. A picture had also fallen out of the purse, that of a boy with a purple pompadour, who looked to be 11 years old in the picture, with two other people to his left and right—a girl with black hair and golden eyes with an arm wrapped around the boy's shoulders, and a golden-blond boy with greenish-blue eyes holding the pompadour-haired teens head down, with everyone having large smiles on their faces.
The boy in the picture, the one with the pompadour, was Maria's first crush, and the first friend that she had ever made back when she was a little girl.
"Kujo… I'll finally see you again… it's been a long time, so I hope you haven't forgotten me…. I wonder if you even remember my name? Whatever the case may be, I cannot wait to see you again at U.A.!" Maria thought, before looking over her shoulder and frowning. "GIORGIO! GET MOVING! C'MON!"
"In arrivo baby! Aspetta un secondo!" A voice called out, as Giorgio Zeppeli rounded the corner, a huge smirk on his face. "Can't believe we're actually going to the U.A. now! I mean, don't get me wrong, Liceo Hero was cool and all, but it ain't got shit on U.A.! Sucks it has to be as transfer students, though…"
Maria smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "Either way, it doesn't matter. Let's just hope Class 1 – A is accepting of new classmates, yeah?"
"Yeah. 'Sides, we'll get to see Jojo again, ain't that swell!" Giorgio replied, wrapping an arm around Maria's shoulders. He glanced over to the corpse, and frowned, before snapping his fingers. When he did, a slime-like substance covered the body in its entirety, before the body completely dissolved into a liquid, leading toward a sewer drain, blood included.
"Alright, let's not waste any more time. We've got a train to catch!" Maria said, dashing ahead as Giorgio followed close behind her.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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