Capítulo 45: Guacamole
Diluc didn't really know if he should decline or not. There were a couple reasons he should and a couple reasons he shouldn't.
He could become a triple agent for UA but that'd also mean that he'd have to kill some people to gain their trust, which obviously goes against UA.
There's also the issue that Dilu doesn't care for being a hero or villain, he just wants to be able to use his quirk to laze around.
While it'd be good to know when and where they would attack so Diluc could make sure his loved ones aren't nearby, he'd also probably get hunted down by UA should his identity as a member of the LoV be revealed, even if he tried to be a double/ triple agent for them.
"Can you hurry up and choose?" Shigaraki got agitated.
"Shut up, I'm thinking." Diluc replied, obviously annoyed. Shigaraki's expression distorted and he grabbed Diluc's hand, Kurogiri was too slow to prevent it.
However, when Shigaraki activated his quirk, nothing happened.
Diluc responded in kind. He monkey-gripped Shigaraki's wrist and used every possible cell in his arm to burn Shigaraki.
The smell of burnt chicken filled the room accompanied by his screams.
"AHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" Shigaraki wailed.
"I guess my invitation has expired, huh?" Diluc muttered.
Kurogiri immediately retreated and teleported Shigaraki out with him, Diluc was now alone in the classroom with his teacher's corpse and the smell of burnt bitch in the air.
He sighed and called the police while sitting on a desk while overlooking his shitty teacher's corpse.
Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, a purple smoke appeared.
Shigaraki and Kurogiri appeared in a barren room, with nothing but a couch and T.V.
They both sat down while the T.V. turned itself on and illuminated the fully white room.
"You've failed." The T.V. spoke.
"That bastard! He burnt me! Look at my hand!" Shigaraki spoke while flailing his arm around.
"The child is a wildcard. Shigaraki's quirk didn't work against him, and instead, Shigaraki was the one that sustained injuries." Kurogiri explained.
"I see... Well, if he uses flames as well as summoning, send Twice and Dabi. They should be able to handle him as long as they take him seriously. We can't allow someone that knows of our existence to live to tell the tale. It isn't time for us to reveal ourselves." The screen continued.
"Understood." Kurogiri replied with Shigaraki still screaming besides him.
Back with Diluc, he was finishing up his run in with the police and he spotted something quite peculiar.
He suspected that someone was covering for him when he got into legal trouble because of the phone calls the police or heroes would get. However, today, he wasn't saved by a phone call.
Either it was a coincidence, or the LoV was behind it.
Regardless, they wouldn't really suspect a kid killing his teacher and then calling up the cops. Although that didn't stop them from putting him under heavy surveillance from now on.
That may prove a problem as he has three overaged wives at home, but it'll all srt itself out.
Izuku was muttering to himself under his breath as usual and Momo, although a bit worried, was glad to see he was fine and latched onto him, dragging him inside his home.
Inko was thankful to the cops for bringing her son home, and although she was worried, she was proud of her son for scaring away the villains.
The three girls from the Dark Souls universe didn't see the big issue, especially when Diluc was involved. They knew he'd be fine regardless, so they worried more about if he'd be convicted because then they'd have to make the police disappear.
Although Yuria and Kath faked their worries in order to smother Diluc in their breasts.
The day ended with everyone watching some action movies. Diluc was perhaps the only one not feeling it.
Yuria, Kath and Anri were always astonished by over-the-top special effects and action, Inko enjoyed a good movie every now and then and Izuku loved anything to do with heroes. Momo, although she tried to hide it behind a façade of maturity, also loved action movies, it got her blood boiling.
Regardless, they all retreated to their rooms in time. Of course, the girls firmed a doggy-pile on Diluc and acted as his blanket.
Tonight, marked the night when Diluc would mark the tombs in Papa Guacamole's blood.
His Hunter Dance was fully developed and mastered, he just had to predict when he'd transform into his furry mode and Diluc would win.
Thankfully, Diluc was starting to get a good sense for when he'd transform.
He knew it was any point under 50% but there wasn't a health bar for him to gauge this off of unlike in the game. Therefore, he had to get a good reading for when this annoyance would transform.
The only good thing about this was that Gascoigne was too insane to be able to learn from their experiences.
Although Diluc died many times this night, he was successful in the end.
His success stemmed from predicting the transformation and using mainly molotovs to take the furry beast from afar.
As he had a disparity of the number of oil jars and molotovs, he was only able to use the oil jar once for every two molotovs.
This was all on the first time he had successfully predicted the transformation. Knowing how difficult it was to predict, Diluc decided that potentially losing these items was better than having to do it all again.
Thankfully, the strategy worked.
However, it wasn't without its hiccups.
Diluc had completely run out of items to rely on while Guacamole was on his death bed, he had to face the monster in close quarters combat unless he used the pimp cane's whip form and that had perhaps the worst damage in the game.
Instead, he used his saw cleaver and approached the werewolf.
He clashed blade with the claws of the beast multiple times.
*CLING* *CLING* *CLING*
Sparks filled the night sky as the battle continued, neither side was gaining any ground.
That was, until Diluc, in the perfect window, shot his gun. The bullet entered the werewolf's eye as it was about to lunge towards him. Not only was the beast now blinded in one eye, it resulted in a parry as well.
Diluc wasn't shy about sharpening his nails in a split second and piercing the beast's fur and skin. After a good bit of natural resistance was penetrated, he grabbed the first organ he could find and crushed it.
The werewolf recoiled and fell to the ground on its back in pain. The fact that it relied on its instincts didn't take away from the fact that having an organ crushed hurt.
Not giving the beast any time to recover or retaliate, Diluc switched to his Hunter's Axe, stretched it out and got ready for a spin attack.
He didn't delay in letting it rip. The werewolf had only just gotten to its feet when it was hit twice where the human's claws had penetrated its skin. The stomach that was barely holding the blood from escaping the confines of its fleshy prison was now coming out in a rush.
The guts, blood and arteries escaped the beast's body without any intention to return from whence it came.
This resulted in Diluc resting again a gravestone as the beast slowly bled out. It wouldn't survive this and he didn't intend to give it a chance by approaching it to give it a death blow and potentially get taken out by a last strike performed by the beast in order to take the human with it.
He simply sighed and pulled out 'How to Pick Up Fair Maidens' and re-read it. It wasn't very good advice-wise but it was definitely entertaining.
'I think Gehrman took this as a guide rather than a comedy. Although the author probably thought the same' Diluc thought.
The werewolf eventually faded into a blue mist and blood echoes entered Diluc's bloodstream. Where else would the blood echoes go?
Diluc spent the remainder of his time exploring the Cathedral Ward and ignoring the red-robed stranger. This world's inhabitants were as unnerving as the enemies, he didn't want to get involved.
He woke up after a good hour or so of exploring. He quickly got ready to do nothing for the weekend.
The only responsibility he had was to accompany Inko and Mitsuki for their daily treadmill session.
Not too much happened, the three of them ran on treadmills, not much to say.
Diluc was on the middle treadmill going at speeds that the other two could only dream of.
Halfway through, to his left he saw Mitsuki's sports bra slip for a second, showing one of her tits before she redressed herself.
Diluc met her eyes, she was smiling for a second before her expression went back to neutral and she kept running.
It was unsure if she did it on purpose, but it was certain that Mitsuki was prideful seeing a 15-year-old's eyes on her chest.
Yeah, she was quite desperate.
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