Capítulo 14: Chapter 14
Himiko stood in front of U.A. High School, her eyes wide as she took in the massive structure.
She had seen the school in pictures and on the news, but standing before it in person was different. It felt bigger, more intimidating. Her heart raced in her chest as she clenched her fists. Today was the day she would prove herself. She would make Faruzan and Uncle Wan proud. No, she had to.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed past her nerves and rushed inside.
A few minutes later, another figure approached the gates—Izuku Midoriya. His breath was ragged, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and excitement. "I made it," he murmured to himself, staring up at the towering building.
Little did they know, the journey of the next One For All wielder had just begun.
And so had the rise of the Vampiric Heroine.
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On the outskirts of the city, Mt. Lady was locked in a fierce battle.
Mt. Lady was locked in combat on the outskirts of the city, deep in a forestry area near a sprawling farm. Her opponent was a hulking figure—a massive golem villain capable of matching her size. The landscape was a mess of ruined trees and upturned earth as the two giants clashed. Mt. Lady gritted her teeth, her fists pounding against the stone skin of the villain, but each strike only seemed to jar her wrists.
The golem grunted in pain before grabbing her arm mid-punch and yanking her forward. A massive headbutt sent Mt. Lady stumbling back, pain shooting through her skull. She roared, more out of frustration than pain. "BACK OFF!" she shouted, winding up for an uppercut.
But before she could strike, a gust of wind sliced through the air like a blade. It hit the villain square in the face, the impact was so powerful that it tear a gash through the rocky surface. Sending the villain crashing backward, pieces of rock scattering. As the golem stumbled back, his body cracking under the force of the strike before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
Mt. Lady blinked, staring at the fallen golem. As the villain collapsed, his massive form shrank, returning to human size.
Mt. Lady shook her head, momentarily disoriented, then glanced upward. Hovering in the sky was Wanderer, watching the scene with an expression that was more bored than impressed.
"HEY!" Mt. Lady called out, still catching her breath.
Wanderer turned to her, his face impassive.
"That was my villain!" she snapped, crossing her arms indignantly.
"Was it?" Wanderer's voice dripped with mockery. He gave her a once-over, his gaze went head to toe and over her gigantic size. "Didn't see you down there," he said with a smirk. "Maybe next time focus on doing your job rather than just posing for the cameras." As he glanced at the reporters hiding nearby. With a dismissive wave, he turned and flew off into the distance.
Mt. Lady's jaw tightened, her fists clenched, but then… she felt her face grow warm.
Yes, she had a thing for pretty bad boys.
"Damn it… Why does he have to be so handsome?" She harrumphed, shrinking back to her normal size just as the paparazzi arrived.
She wasn't in the mood to pose for pictures today.
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Faruzan paced back and forth in her apartment, glancing at the clock.
The U.A. entrance exam had been a week ago, and today was the day—Himiko's letter should be arriving any minute now.
Faruzan passed by the door and froze. There it was. A single letter, lying on the doormat.
Heart pounding, she snatched it up and rushed to Himiko's room, practically kicking the door open. "HIMIKO! IT'S HERE!"
"GET OUT OF MY RO—wait… it's here!?" Himiko was halfway through trying on some cute clothes she found, but all thoughts of fashion were immediately forgotten as she darted over. Himiko nearly tripped over herself as she rushed over, half-dressed and wide-eyed. Faruzan handed her the letter.
"Do you want to see it alone or...?" Faruzan asked, handing the letter to her.
Himiko hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah… alone, please."
Faruzan left the room, though she couldn't stop pacing outside, nerves eating away at her.
Inside, Himiko opened the letter to find a small device. It clicked to life, and a hologram of Aizawa appeared.
"Himiko Toga," Aizawa began, his voice as monotone as ever. "Normally, we'd have Nezu handle this, but I felt the need to address you personally."
Himiko watched as Aizawa shuffled through some papers. "You passed the written exam with a 79. You could do better. So, do better," he said, his expression unchanging.
Himiko rolled her eyes. The amount of studying Faruzan had forced on her had been pure torture.
"For the practical exam, you earned 32 Villain Points. Not bad. Not great, either," Aizawa continued, and Himiko's heart sank. She looked down, her hands gripping her dress, feeling her dreams of joining U.A. crumble.
"However," Aizawa's voice shifted, and Himiko looked up to see him smirking. "That's not all we consider. What's the most important job of a hero?"
Without hesitation, Himiko answered aloud, "Saving people."
Aizawa nodded. "Exactly. What's the point of defeating villains if no one's left to protect? You saved several people during the exam—people who could have been crushed by debris or robots." Clips played of Himiko helping other examinees during the test, pulling people out of harm's way and guiding them to safety.
"With those actions, you earned 35 Rescue Points. Your total score is 67. Congratulations, Himiko. This is your Hero Academia. The accompanying letter will tell you what you need to prepare for your first day." The recording ended, and the hologram vanished.
Himiko stared at the spot where Aizawa's image had been, her heart pounding in disbelief. She did it. She actually did it.
Bursting from her room, Himiko nearly tackled Faruzan in excitement. "I GOT IN!" she screamed.
Faruzan's face lit up with a mixture of shock and joy. "That's my girl!" she cheered, scooping Himiko into a tight hug.
"I couldn't have done it without you, Mom!" Himiko said, hugging Faruzan even tighter.
Faruzan froze. That was the first time Himiko had called her 'Mom.' Her eyes welled with tears as she slowly returned the hug. "I'm so proud of you… my daughter."
Himiko clung to her, tears in her own eyes. "Mom…" she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.
In that moment, Faruzan realized—she wasn't just Himiko's guardian. She was her mother in every sense of the word.
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Wanderer stared at his phone, the call with Faruzan still fresh in his mind. She'd called to tell him that Himiko had passed her UA entrance exam—and more than that, Himiko had finally called her as her mother.
A rare warmth filled his chest as he took in the news. He remembered the first time he found the girl, hiding behind a middle school alley, blood all over her. She had been wild at first, crazed, lost. But after a simple solution to satiate her thirst, the tears had come, and they hadn't stopped the whole way back as they flew, even when he'd held her in his arms.
Now, she was on her way to becoming a hero.
He took a sip of tea, gazing out the window of his office. The city stretched out before him, bathed in the golden light of sunset. A soft smile tugged at his lips.
This was what he fought for—the chance for a better future, for people like Himiko to find hope and purpose.
It wasn't often that he allowed himself to feel this way. But for now, he'd let that warmth linger.
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Wanderer flew silently through the sky, the cool breeze rushing past him. Things had been unusually calm. Over the past few years, Japan's crime rate had dropped by 10%, thanks largely to his efforts alongside All Might. It was a huge accomplishment—yet somehow, the quiet felt unsettling.
He sighed, pausing midair as he hovered. He hadn't even been flying toward any particular destination, just aimlessly drifting. When he glanced around, he realized he was in a familiar district. Below him stood the school where Fuyumi Todoroki worked.
He turned to fly away but hesitated. Something gnawed at him—a vague sense of unease. Maybe he should check on her, just in case.
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Fuyumi had just finished her last class of the day and walked down the school hallway, her brow furrowed in thought. She paused at a window, noticing a blur of light blue streaking upward into the sky. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that color.
Moments later, she found herself on the school roof, where Wanderer stood leaning against the railing, gazing out over the city.
"Fujin," she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the surprise.
Wanderer's frown deepened. He closed his eyes briefly before speaking. "Don't… call me that."
"Is something wrong with your name?" Fuyumi asked, stepping closer to him.
He sighed, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "It's a long story."
Fuyumi stood beside him, casting a quick glance at his face before returning her gaze to the skyline. "...Alright. Why are you here?"
"Can't I just visit?" Wanderer retorted, raising an eyebrow as he turned toward her.
"You can," Fuyumi replied, shaking her head slightly. "It's just… unexpected."
Wanderer blinked, then nodded slowly, turning back to the city. "I had a feeling something might be wrong. I thought I'd check on you."
Fuyumi's expression faltered, and her gaze lowered. A silence hung between them, heavy and unspoken.
After a long pause, Wanderer spoke again. "Is something wrong?"
Fuyumi hesitated, torn between sharing her burdens and keeping them locked away. She didn't want to burden anyone, but she had no one else to talk to about this. Natsuo's hatred for their father was well known, and she didn't want to reopen old wounds.
With a heavy sigh, she finally spoke. "You know about my father… Endeavor."
Wanderer nodded silently, his eyes now on her.
"I used to have three other siblings," Fuyumi continued, her voice quiet and pained. "The oldest… he died. I was born after him. Then there's Natsuo, and finally, Shoto… the youngest."
She bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly. "Our father married our mother because of her Quirk. His is fire, hers is ice. He wanted the perfect combination in a child. The oldest had fire, but no ice. I have ice, and so does Natsuo."
Fuyumi held up her hand, letting a wisp of ice vapor swirl from her fingers before dissipating. "But Shoto… Shoto was the one he wanted. He has both, the perfect child."
Wanderer's grip on the railing tightened, his knuckles white.
"As soon as Shoto could walk, Father started training him. Isolating him. Pushing him… all because he wants Shoto to surpass All Might… and now, to surpass you. His mood has been worse whenever you appeared in the news." Her voice trembled with anger and sorrow.
The metal under Wanderer's hand groaned as he crushed the railing in his grip, his face an emotionless mask, as though suppressing a distant memory.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, loosening his hold on the twisted metal. "Go on."
Fuyumi swallowed a lump of emotion, her voice barely a whisper. "Our mother… she couldn't take it. One day, she broke down… she burned Shoto's left eye. After that, Father put her in a hospital, and Shoto's been distant ever since. Cold. And Father… Father only pushed him harder."
Tears welled in her eyes as her voice broke. "I just want us to be a family. I want him to stop this stupid contest, his pride, his vanity… I want him to see what he's doing to us!"
Wanderer's hardened expression softened as he watched her. Without thinking, he reached out, placing a hand on her back, his touch awkward but sincere. "I'm… sorry," he said quietly.
Fuyumi shook her head, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "It's not your fault. I've been trying so hard to build bridges between us, but… Natsuo hates him. Shoto hates him even more. No matter what I do, it feels like I'm just… making no progress."
Wanderer exhaled softly. "You've done more than anyone else could, Fuyumi. But you can't build bridges alone. Those on the other side have to want it too."
Fuyumi clenched her fist and weakly hit the railing. "It's just… so hard."
Wanderer thought back to something Nahida had told him once—a lesson buried in a book he hadn't fully understood until now. With some hesitation, he reached out again, this time pulling Fuyumi into a stiff, uncertain hug.
Fuyumi blinked in surprise at the embrace, feeling the awkwardness in his posture. "You've never given a hug before, have you?" she asked with a weak chuckle, burying her face against his chest.
"No," Wanderer admitted, his voice strained with unfamiliarity.
Despite her tears, Fuyumi laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Well… no need to be so stiff."
Wanderer rolled his eyes but relaxed slightly, allowing the moment to settle. They stood like that for several minutes, Fuyumi resting in his arms, drawing comfort from his presence.
When she finally pulled away, she smiled, her eyes still red but her heart lighter. "Thank you. I needed that."
Wanderer nodded, his usual stoic demeanor returning. "If you ever need to talk, you can reach out to me."
Fuyumi brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a soft warmth in her expression. "I'll keep that in mind."
Just then, Wanderer's eyes caught sight of smoke rising in the distance. His body tensed. "I need to go."
Fuyumi nodded as he shot into the sky, watching him disappear. Her heart fluttered unexpectedly.
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Wanderer soared through the sky, his mind racing as he tried to shake off his boiling rage, wisp of smoke behind him from the firefight he'd just put out minutes ago. The sun was setting, casting the city in hues of orange and red. It should've been a calming sight, but all he felt was disgust—At Endeavor.
'How pathetic could the number three hero be? It turned out, very much so.' He sneered at the thought.
"The perfect child" Fuyumi's voice ringing on his head... "The perfect vessel" Her voice echoed through. No. Stop. Fists clenched as his thoughts spiraled. He bit his lip hard as he thought, 'It's all in the past but Shoto's situation reminds me so much of...mys-' He forced himself to stop the thoughts that followed. Nothing good happens if he continue this train of thoughts.
An ancient rage bubbled inside him, old anger threatening to surge and pressing against his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He needed to control it.
Then, movement below caught his eye.
He hovered, watching a group of people with mutant quirks huddled together, talking in hushed tones before disappearing into an alley. He wouldn't have cared, but then he saw the children. A group of kids, no older than seven or eight, walked innocently down the street, completely unaware of the danger.
His stomach tightened as he saw one of the mutants moved quickly, seizing some of the kids while they were distracted.
Wanderer's eyes narrowed, fists trembling with barely contained fury. Maybe this was the outlet he needed—a way to vent the storm raging inside him.
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In the alley, the hyena mutant laughed, holding a limp child. "Boss, this was easy!"
The ogre-like leader growled. "Shut up, idiot. Don't want any heroes sniffing around."
They turned the corner toward a waiting van. Their prize, unconscious children, slumped in their arms. But before they could reach it, something slammed into the roof of the van with enough force to crush it like a tin can.
The villains froze, their eyes wide with terror as they saw the figure perched on the wrecked vehicle—a figure wearing the unmistakable hat of Wanderer.
"You picked the wrong day for this," Wanderer growled, his voice dripping with cold, unbridled rage.
The villains backed away, trembling. Something in Wanderer's eyes shifted—the usual calm, almost emotionless hero they had heard about was nowhere to be found. Instead, they saw a terrifying glint, a shadow of something darker.
To them, it wasn't Wanderer standing there.
It was the Balladeer.
His presence was suffocating as he stepped down from the wreckage, walking toward them with a cold, lethal grace. The light seemed to warp around him, his usual blue outfit darkening into a menacing shade of purple. But it wasn't just a trick of the light. It was his anger—an old, buried part of him bubbling to the surface.
"Targeting children?" Wanderer's voice was filled with venom. "Have you no standards?" he spat, his tone cutting like ice. He paused, the irony of his words gnawing at him. Who was he to speak of standards?
Once, he'd committed worse atrocities. That's why he became a hero—to atone. But right now, he was too angry to care. The old instincts—those darker, vengeful urges—surged forward, and he let them.
The villains didn't see the calculating calm of Wanderer, the Wind Hero.
They saw the unrestrained fury of Scaramouche, the Balladeer.
The villains dropped the children, backing away, but it was too late. In an instant, Wanderer move.
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The police report later described a brutal scene. The child traffickers were found with shattered bones, unable to speak due to the trauma and crushed larynxes. They were sent in cuffs to a nearby hospital, Ichinara. The van itself was filled with children, all under the age of seven.
When Wanderer called it in, his voice was emotionless. He cited that the criminals had attacked, and he'd responded.
The officers who arrived to arrest the villains looked at Wanderer with something close to gratitude. Their faces betrayed their disgust—disgust not at him, but at the horrors they'd uncovered. The evidence of molestation they found in the van made them sick.
And yet… they understood. Some evils made it hard for a hero to hold back.
Wanderer flew back to his agency in silence, his thoughts heavy. As he landed on the balcony, he felt a weariness settle over him like never before. He entered his office, but wasn't surprised to find Nahida waiting for him, sitting calmly in his chair.
Her sharp green eyes met his, full of understanding, but also disappointment.
"... Did it help you?" she asked softly, her voice calm but piercing.
Wanderer turned away, walking over to his small kitchen to pour himself some tea. His hands trembled slightly. "No," he admitted quietly.
Nahida's gaze didn't leave him. "You stopped those men before they could do worse," she sighed. "But you didn't need to go that far."
"They deserved it," Wanderer snapped, his grip tightening on the teacup. "People like that shouldn't exist."
But as the words left his mouth, a bitter truth hung in the air. If people like them didn't deserve to exist, what did that say about him?
Nahida's voice softened as she walked over to him, "Fujin… what you experienced was a human reaction. What you did… it came from that part of you."
Wanderer scoffed, setting the cup down. "I'm not human."
"Aren't you?" she asked, her bright eyes probing. "You may not be flesh and blood, but the emotions, the pain… that's as human as it gets."
He stared at his hand, the memories of his past clawing their way to the surface. All those sins, all those moments of rage that had defined him once as the Balladeer.
Nahida's voice cut through his thoughts, gentle but firm. "Your past is still part of your story, Fujin. When things get difficult, that version of you—the Balladeer—might come out. But that doesn't mean you haven't changed."
Wanderer let her words sink in. She was right. He wasn't that person anymore. At least, he didn't want to be. But the lines blurred when his anger took control.
He took out his phone and dialed. "Faruzan, send some money to Ichinara Hospital," he said quietly into the receiver.
It was a small gesture, but a reminder of who he was trying to be now.
He was a hero—and he needed to remember that.
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Gamblerect
Gamblerect Hope you enjoyed this chapter, man what a doozy, sure Wanderer isn't completely good, but who is? also some broken bones and crushed throat for the those pedos won't upset anyone.
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