บท 2: Parting Ways.
As Kokushibu was trying to get used to his new senses he noticed one thin quite quickly. His father and mother were talking to each other trying to plan some ways to help him deal with the changes he experienced.
He was not in any way affected as they thought as to him this was just too cool. He looked at his eyes and saw he didn't have Upper Moon 1 mark on his eyes which was a bummer. For now, he tried to get used to controlling his eyes and he also had to make his sword soon.
When they arrived at their home his father kneeled down and patted him on the head.
"Kokushibo, go to your room. Your mom and dad need to talk."
"Yes, father."
When he turned around Kokushibo was thinking of how he would proceed through here. He had no plan of being a hero and he was going to be eating humans in the future. There was no avoiding it, as it was part of his power.
If he became an anti-hero his parents would not support him. Even more so in him eating humans, which left him with only one choice. He would run away and never come back, he was 108 years old and these four years were nice, but he would not let them hold him back.
When he got to his room he sat down on the ground and looked through the memories and tried to start using his Moon breathing technique which turned to be much easier than it looked. For 80 years he had trained all of his skills and even made more based on some of the anime he watched.
As such he had practiced how to use a breathing technique so he used his training as a basis and applied the memories of the original Kokushibo. He felt how the air entered his lungs and spread through his bloodstream increasing his already great abilities.
He could not use total concentration breathing at this moment as Moon Breathing was a new type and his body was different. He would have to adapt, but for now, this was enough for him to get used to it.
With each passing circulation, he felt his blood vessels adapted to taking in such great amounts of oxygen. He was so focused on his internal body he did not notice his parents coming to his room.
The door to his room opened and his mother and father noticed how he was meditating. They saw how each breath was deep and focused and she felt it would be bad to interrupt him. He opened his eyes and ll 6 looked toward them.
"Yes."
His father sat on his bed next to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Kokushibo, you know why your life will change right?"
"Yeah, people are racist and they fear the different."
Toshiro nodded and Kanna tried to get him to feel better.
"However you will always have your parents with you. A parent should never abandon their children after all."
He felt bad as this would be the last day he ever saw them, but it was necessary for his growth. He would become a true Demon and to do that he could not let attachment cloud his mind. Later that night Kokushibo was in his room and once the clock struck midnight he opened his window and jumped out.
He shot one look back at his home for the last four years and walked away waving goodbye. He hoped they forgot about him as he would be a villain among villains in the future. As he walked through the night his 6 eyes and his senses made him avoid peaple.
He suspected that the next morning they would try to find him, but he had no intentions of being caught. Their son was gone and only a Kokushibo remained. He raised his hoodie up to his head and left into the dark of the night.
As he walked around he noticed something of interest and saw a house burglar stealing a tv.
'You can be my first test subject.'
At his side, a Katana formed from his flesh appeared and he walked to the burglar. He took a deep breath and got focused on the burglar. When Kokushibo stepped on a stick it shocked the burglar who looked toward him and saw he was just a kid.
"Beat it before I-"
"First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace."
He drew his Katana and slashed out launching a sword swing and several spinning moons of blood which cut the burglar in half. He placed his hand on the blood and it was all absorbed directly into his palm leaving only clothes.
Kokushibo focused on the feeling and he saw the man's genes in his body and saw his quirk genes. The man had a quirk that could open locks which was why he was breaking into houses.
'I guess I am like All for One now, except I am not sure how good this is. It feels like the quirk is weaker than its original.'
He took the phone and wallet leaving the guy's clothes there. For the rest of the night, he was running at max speed trying to leave his town as he did not want to be found. One good thing is he had unlimited stamina so even if he ran for days he would not sweat a drop.
He ended up in Matsutafu Japan and once he was here he knew that U.A was in this city. This was a coincidence on his part as he was just running trying to get away from his hometown.
He checked the phone and it was just about 9 AM which meant his parent should have realized he was gone. That was in the past and he still wore his hoodie to not draw attention and ended up sitting on a park bench as he had no real plan.
He could become a wander and he could even leave the country. However to achieve that he had to get master Moon Breathing and his Blood Demon Art. He had the purity of the blood of Muzan, but he did not have the thousand years of experience.
As he was he would be killed and squashed like a bug, compared to All for One and All Might. Hell Overhall could probably kill him as he was right now. As he sat pondering a woman who was walking through the park noticed him.
"Little boy, are you lost."
He did not look at her, but he answered her question.
"No miss, I am just fine."
She seemed determined to help him and she walked up to him to check on him. She tried to grab his hand, but he pulled his hand back.
"Miss, we do not know each other. Don't touch me."
He looked up to her and the moment she saw his eyes she backed away and left him alone.
"Damn it, being a kid on his own sucks."
He sighed and he looked at his Katana that was made from his flesh. He had trained with the sword and not just his martial arts to make the most of his next life. He knew well he could not have stayed forever with Naomi, so this was expected from him.
He got to his feet and began to leave the park before he found someone who tried to help him. He knew he could not stay bound to Japan as he would have to feed and gain as many quirks as possible.
He also had to master his breathing technique, Blood Demon art and he had to keep an eye on things. Kokushibo ended wandering the city for hours on end looking around for any peaple to feed on. If he picked a too strong target he could be screwed, or if he took too many it would draw attention.
In the end, he decided to focus on the homeless as most people would not miss them. If anything the worst of them might even thank him. He went to the slums to look for his prey and he found what he wanted.
He looked in alleys and he found a group of about 8 homeless people going through the garbage cans for scraps or clothes. One of them saw him approach with his hoodie up and thought it was another runaway orphan from the orphanage.
"Son, g-GAHH."
He looked down and saw Kokushibo had his arm in his gut which ended up in Kokushibo absorbing him into his body.
"Quirk, Stronger bones, useful."
He looked at the other seven and drew his sword not giving them a chance to even beg for mercy he slashed down.
"Second Form: Pearl Flower Moongazing."
He swung his sword in a circular motion sending two waves of coiling slashes killing all of the homeless. All of their blood and flesh went toward his feet while he looked through eh genes of his victims.
"Quirks, make smelly gas. Get rid of it, the next one makes Claws hard as steel, useful. Some of them really were quirkless. Damn, can I even edit my own genome?"
He focused on his DNA and he saw he could make changes to it which he would focus on later. He rather experiments in secret and somewhere safe so he left the area before a hero thought it be a good idea to patrol around here.
He felt sated and to make sure he did not get addicted to eating too many humans he stopped for now. He had to make sure he was in control and he did not lose to the demon side.
He also wanted to experiment if he could make his own Demon Moons. He had a good idea about a few who he would recruit, Dabi was one and after his wounds, if would be perfect.
Dabi suffered his wounds at the age of 13 and he joined the League of Villains at the age of 24, so Dabi had to be around 1 year old at this time. Which meant he had a few years to find and wait before he could get the young villain to join his future Demon Moons.
He would not limit it to just 12 demons in the demon moons but would have 20 in a hierarchy. He did not know what kind of demons they would become as if they could absorb quirks he would not make any.
If they could not then it would be safer for him Unlike Muzan he did not have a god complex, he knew he was not perfect. If they could surpass him he had to make sure he curbed that issue in the but.
'Well, I can always look for more homeless to run as my test subjects, for now, keep low.'
For the following weeks, he used his free time to train his breathing technique and his Blood demon art to maximize the danger he could cause. At the moment he was in a noodle shop with his hoodie up while he slurped his noodles in peace.
While he was eating he heard a voice he did not think he would hear again. He gazed at the tv when he saw his parents giving an interview on the news about his disappearance. There was a full-scale search for him and he saw how his mother's eyes were full of tears.
"My son, Yukimura Kokushibo has been missing for several weeks. Please, if anyone has seen my son help us find him. We don't care what he looks like, we just want our son back."
She showed a picture after his mutation where he had 6 eyes and he had his marks on his face, but some people who saw him thought he looked gross. of course, peaple with Mutation quirks were felt it was a pity that he had felt the need to run away.
He finished his bowl of noodles and left the money on the table while he tightened his hoodie. Before he left as he was the only customer left the old man of the store called out to him.
"Kokushibo, that is your name right?"
Hearing his name made him freeze in his tracks as he clenched his fist ready to kill this man to get rid of the evidence.
"Somethings are better left well and said alone, sir."
The old man sighed and shook his head.
"Your parents are looking for you boy? I am not going to tell a soul you are here, but can you tell this old man why you ran away."
Kokushibo relaxed and looked back at the old man. he lowered his hoodie and showed off his pale skin and his 6 eyes. The man had to say that where mutations go, his was quite small. There were people that looked nothing like a person, but he saw where it might cause issues.
"Clash of interests and wishes. They would be better off forgetting I exist for their own sakes. Thanks for the noodles, they were great. Don't tell anyone I am here."
The old man looked at the vanishing figure of Kokushibo and he looked at the number on the tv and wrote it down, he would report it in a few hours once Kokushibo was long gone. He should at least let his parents know their son was ok, and not break his promise to him.
As for Kokushibo, he was walking away he was asking himself if his parents would give up. He might leave the country and in time they would consider him dead.
"I have got to leave this Japan to get more quirks in my collection. As is, I will need to hunt heroes to get their quirks, and find ways to get stronger."
Once he had a plan in his mind he also had to find a way to leave Japan, toward Mexico. It was not a nice place as the Cartels had taken over long ago with their money, drugs, influence, and now their quirks.
He could slaughter them and no one would miss them. He could harvest plenty of quirks, experiment subjects and he could push his power to the limit.
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