My gaze locked on the horizon, my gloved hands resting on the ledge as I let my thoughts wander elsewhere, quite unusual for someone as single-minded as me.
The mutants, the fantastic 4, the avengers... And even more painfully annoying groups of hypocrites.
The mutants talked about fighting for equality between themselves and humanity while abusing their powers to brainwash everyone around and claiming that it is for the good.
The fantastic 4... I am not extremely knowledgeable about them but there is something that displeases me greatly about them. Call it my sixth sense.
The Avengers are a bunch of dogs at the heels of the governments. A bunch of superpowered mercenaries that rarely care about the damage they cause when they fight their usual strangely created threats.
The others are even weirder. From a bunch of superpowered freaks going on some kind of war against another even stranger group of magicians and whatnot.
It has been a few days since I happened to arrive in the Marvel Universe.
I worked my ass off every day, from the moment my soul came into this body to now.
I would have been seriously anxious about living anywhere near Manhattan if I did not have this... perk.
A power that should not have been granted to anyone in this universe for, it is too powerful to be wielded.
The SpeedForce. Speed itself bending to my call.
So much power, I almost got drunk with it.
Thankfully, I calmed down. There were entities beyond my scope of understanding lurking in the universe that I am not aware of.
Besides, this universe is quite strange.
Some kind of mix between a lot of different universes, be it from the comics or the MCU.
There were, however, certain things that remained constant.
Like Stark being kidnapped then building his armor, announcing to be the famous Iron Man.
To be honest, I did not care about being a hero that much. Well, I do want to save people and whatever.
However, I find myself unwilling to follow the moral code of most heroes, the infamous "no killing".
If a man kills another man, the number of murderers does not diminish... BUT if a man kills a thousand murderers, the number does decrease. It makes sense, in my opinion, it is the right thing to do.
That and I am slightly psychologically fucked up.
Never could afford any mental help in my old life. In this one, I could but... where is the fun in that?
After all, Deadpool is even crazier but he is just as lovable.
God, I hope this is not the 'Deadpool kills the Marvel Universe' version.
Anyway.
I lightly pushed myself off the ledge, time around me slowing to a point where birds' wings stopped altogether.
My feet touched the Empire State's windows as the SpeedForce helped me ignore a fundamental law of the universe, allowing me to run down, the infinite energy of the golden bolts occasionally escaping from my body harmlessly touching the unbroken glass.
Most people could barely notice the gold and white colors running past them, my speed beyond their capabilities.
They call me Blur.
Why?
You are not very intelligent, are you?
A simple shiny blur going past them before they could notice, resolving any problems I encounter.
I am not Spiderman.
I won't stop to have a chat with my foes. I won't stop to talk to criminals and let them have the slightest chance to think, to even react to my presence. I come, I do, I leave.
My fame was high.
Ridiculously higher than most even though I have been doing this for only a few days.
Even J.J.J failed to find anything negative about me.
Circling the city, I often find some situations that require my help.
This time, the event I encounter is not that unusual for Midtown Manhattan at 9 A.M.
Four armed men were running from the bank whose windows were broken, glass still lingering in the street as the nearby citizens were unconcerned about the eventuality of a shoutout starting as they recorded it.
Bags full of money were being thrown into the back of their van, frozen midair as my speed was unfathomable for them.
They were either lucky or well organized. The police were... nowhere to be seen.
Well. They were not that lucky since I happen to be running in their direction, at full speed.
Poor slow people. They don't even know that I am going to shit in their perfectly well-done robbery.
Approaching the first man, I calmly dislocate both of his knees.
While I eventually will kill, I understand that not every criminal automatically deserves death.
For most, they can repent and change. For some... death IS too merciful. My speed powers give me so many options to make their lives hell that it won't even be funny.
At my speed, the pain in his legs did not reach his brain yet.
I grabbed his assault rifle and squeezed it.
Following my movement like clay, I made it completely unusable.
For good measure, I completely stripped him from anything clothes he had except for his underwear.
I am a professional, I have standards, you pervert.
Going through the same process with his three other mates, I finally stepped into the bank.
It was, as expected from a robbed bank full of robb- bankers. They were still shocked by what happened but none seemed harmed.
I went through EVERY room of the bank looking for anything suspicious that they could have hidden.
Why? I don't know... maybe explode the bank as a diversion?
You have to think a little better than that buddy, otherwise, you can't be my sidekick.
Making sure they were as harmless as one can be, I went toward their van.
Their driver had the same clown mask as his four other colleagues and wore matching black clothes.
Cute, they were prepared for their big plan.
I almost feel bad.
Almost.
Taking him out of the vehicle was as easy as stealing a baby's candy.
What? I was hungry.
I put him next to his friends and repeated my actions.
Still moving too fast for any of them to show the pain on their faces, I left the scene, the white and golden bolts claiming the scene as my work.
Running up a building and embracing my normal human speed, I looked at the spectacle below.
For anyone, it would seem that in a blink, a golden and white blur went by, crippling and stripping every robber on the scene.
The shouts and curses of the crawling men sent a shiver down the spine of everyone looking at the scene.
If he could do that to the without even being seen, what stop him from doing even worse things to anyone?
Answer?
Nothing.
Except that the last bit of sanity lurking in my mind still reminds me that I am not one of these scums living unsuspected on the planet.
I was a kind bastard, a lovable one.
Not one you want to kill... Right Adolf?
Anyway, the noise of the robbers was quickly muffled by the approaching police sirens.
My work here is over.
-*-*-*-
{Random Cop's POV}
"Another one?" The captain sighed as his eyes were focused on something on his left, I could not see it from the driving position as his overweight ass blocked my vision.
Stopping the car, I exited it like him and made my way over what lay behind the van.
Several other patrols rejoined us as we were made aware of a bank robbery.
The occurrence of such things was reduced by quite a lot since Blur made his appearance.
He was the most mysterious hero around Manhattan. He comes, does whatever he has to do, and leaves all before anyone can even glance at his appearance.
Rumors say that he is too fast for the criminals to react to him. Which I believe is true.
Otherwise very few powers can explain what he did to these guys wiggling on the ground like worms as their legs were bent at unnatural positions, shouts, and curses at my colleagues that put them in handcuffs.
"The clown gang, they are more and more annoying these days." The captain remarked, looking at a clown mask on the ground, next to the neatly folded clothes of these robbers.
The scariest thing is that he stripped them and crippled them before anyone could see anything.
If he was fast it is at a far higher speed than anyone ever thought.
"Maybe we could ask Blur to help us find them?" I asked aloud, earning a laugh from one of my colleagues.
"Yeah, go ahead and try to catch him. I swear that this guy is closer to a robot than a human."
"It is true that there is something scary about someone like him. Unlike someone like Spiderman, he does not try to be popular or even dialogue with the criminals. He handicaps them and leaves after being sure that they are not a threat anymore." The captain added, looking at the five men being put in the ambulance.
"It is good that he is a good guy though. I don't even want to imagine what he could do if he one day decided to go on a slaughter." I commented.
The fact that he was virtually unstoppable was the scariest part.
I doubt that even the Avengers could do anything against him.
"That it is." The fat man agreed with my words, our eyes observing the lightly burned ground representing a bolt.
'Who and what are you... Blur?'
Strolling through the corridor at a leisurely pace, a young man clothed in what anyone in the city of Musutafu in Japan could recognize as the U.A Highschool's uniform.
Unsurprisingly, he went past several other people wearing the same uniform, as they currently were in U.A Highschool itself.
The young man was quite handsome. His chocolate skin was a rare sight in Japan despite the presence of quirks changing the skin tone of multiple people.
Often was he compared to Mirko due to the above physical attribute but also because of his sharp features, and unruly white hair floating through the wind, unaffected by gravity.
However, the people close to him knew that he never judged anyone by anything but their actions, appearances were merely fancy things to the eye after all.
Two forward-curved horns at the side of his temple could give the onlookers to believe that he had a mutant type of quirk, however, they couldn't be more wrong.
His unnatural physical characteristics were nothing but remnants of his ancestors' quirks.
Nevertheless, his quirk was so different than anyone in his family that science had a special name for such peculiarities: a divergence.
Spotting the very wide door of the {1-A}, he continued to walk toward it before noticing movement at the entrance.
Hearing the voices, he could identify a male and a female, and soon enough, his senses were confirmed as he saw a green-haired boy and a brown-haired girl talking.
To be truthful, only the girl was talking. Praising the boy for his somewhat impressive actions during the entrance.
'Destroying a giant robot in one hit? That is kinda amazing I guess.' The boy thought, stopping behind them as they were currently blocking the door.
"Excuse me. You are in the way."
The ones that didn't already notice his arrival looked at him with curiosity, appraising him.
Eyes went to him from the scene of the two people as he towered above them. With his straight back and broad shoulder, his figure seemed even mightier and enchanting to the girls when his hand ran along his hair.
"A-ah! Sorry about that!" The girl whose name he overhead was Ochako, moved aside, letting him step him.
'H-he is freaking handsome!' Ochako couldn't help but think with her already red cheeks darkening when he walked past her, his scent just as amazing as he looked.
'Wow! I wonder what his quirk is? A mutant quirk giving him the abilities of a goat maybe? Should I ask him?' Midoriya's eyes followed him as he too stepped aside.
The taller boy goes in the back, taking the seat next to a girl with two-tone hair, ignoring eyes full of curiosity and some, recognition.
"If you are here to socialize then get out." A voice coming from beyond the door shifted the gazes in its direction.
The two standing Ochako and Midoriya jumped in surprise, seeing the man wrapped in a sleeping bag.
"This is the hero course, not a dating agency." He commented, stepping inside the classroom and leaving his sleeping bag on the ground much to the delight of the students that were slightly weirded out by what looked like their new professor.
"Time is a precious resource, I expect more from the elite of Japan."
'Elite of Japan... Question is, how many of us can even pretend to be one?' The youth thought, eyes scanning the classroom.
"I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Now go into 1-A's locker room and change into your gym clothes before heading out to the training grounds."
Without waiting to be questioned, Aizawa left, leaving some students flabbergasted by his lazy attitude.
However, as expected from Japan's 'elites' they quickly stood up and followed the instructions.
-*-*-*-
{In the male's locker room}
Naturally, the classroom was separated by gender.
"Yo dude!" A voice called for the white-haired boy's attention as its owner approached him, still shirtless.
Raising an eyebrow at his new classmate, the young man turned to him, his gym shirt in hand as he was in the process of wearing it.
He was pretty fast since most of them didn't even take off their school uniform.
"You are built like a freaking body-builder man! Is that an effect of your quirk?" He asked, fascinated by his impressive defined muscles.
'He is like 99% muscles and 1% body fat, holy shit!' His thoughts were quite similar to most of the boys as they couldn't help but glance at his frightening well-built body.
"No, my quirk mainly relies on my mind and stamina. I simply trained to fight for a long period and under extremely taxing circumstances. We never know what happens after all." He replied, finally wearing his gym shirt.
"Yeah, I guess! That kinda sounds like what Crimson Riot used to say! By the way, I am Eijiro Kirishima, you can call me Eijiro!" He commented, holding his hand out for a handshake.
Without much hesitation, the young man took his hand, a smile emerging on his face.
"Crimson Riot... An admirable hero and an inspiration for a lot, indeed. My name's Ken Toyama, call me Ken." Ken replied ending the handshake as he sat down to put his shoes on.
Eijiro who was smiling from ear to ear as he seemingly made a new friend began to remove his clothes too otherwise he would be late for whatever their Sensei prepared.
Another one of their classmate that was listening to their conversation perked up at Ken's last name.
"Excuse me, Toyama-san my name is Mashirao Ojiro. I have a question to ask you if you don't mind?"
Short blonde hair, a rather plain face with a muscular tail swinging behind him, Ken took note of the way he carried himself.
Unlike some of the other guys there, he had at the very least some kind of true training.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Are you perhaps the son of the champion of Kendo, Kasaki Toyama?" He asked, eyes focused on the taller boy as he seemed slightly taken aback?
'Are they in a bad relationship?' Ojiro internally wondered, still awaiting the answer.
"Well, he is my father indeed. It's not always that he is recognized for his kendo talent though." Ken replied, adding the last part with a slight giggle.
"Really? He is considered one of the best though? He remained unbeatable for 10 years straight."
"Yeah, but you know... He is also the CEO of Toyama Corp and it's kinda more known than kendo." Shrugging his shoulders Ken said, walking toward the door.
"Huh? It's- How could I not make the connection..." Ojiro remained behind, face slapping himself in shame for trying to show his knowledge of kendo but failing miserably when overlooking that he was also one of the most famous men in Japan because of his famous Corporation.
A hand came on his shoulder, making him turn to look at Eijiro, a wide smile still on his face.
"Don't worry, I did not make the connection too!"
Slightly relieved, Ojiro replied with a wry smile.
"I don't know if I should feel good or not..."
-*-*-*-
"A test of our quirks?!" Someone in the crowd of students shouted at the words of their Sensei.
"But what about the entrance ceremony or the guidance sessions?! We will miss it-" Ochako complained but was cut off by Aizawa.
"There is no time to waste on that stuff. U.A is known for its 'freestyle' educational system, which applies to us teachers too."
He continued.
"All the exercises you did in Middle School without the usage of your quirk, you will do it once again but as you would have guessed, with your quirks."
His eyes then locked on a blonde guy.
"Bakugo. How far could you throw in Middle School?"
To which he replied almost immediately "67 meters."
Making him stand inside the throwing circle, Aizawa gave him a baseball ball.
"Try it with your quirk, and give it your all, without leaving the circle." Aizawa ordered, standing back to give him the needed space.
A snicker appeared on Bakugo's face as he whispered to himself.
"Awesome."
Bakugo then proceeded to throw the ball, however, a powerful explosion came to life, sending the ball way beyond what a normal human being is capable of.
"DIE!" He shouted as if to give him more strength, which Ken found quite weird.
"It's important for us to know our limits." Aizawa said, showing the score of the rest of the class, and the impressive 705.2 meters on the device he used to measure the distance the ball traveled.
"Knowing your limits is the first step to understanding what type of hero you will be. By the way, the one with the lowest score will be expelled." Aizawa nonchalantly added, making the students shudders at failing so near the finishing line.
Several emotions went through the young 1-A young students.
From fear to excitement to indifference.
One thing was certain for all of them though... They wanted to crush the test.
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