Chương 3: Chapter 3: Same Old, Same Old
Three weeks later
"That training must have paid off. With these muscles, I should be able to defeat some small-time villains on my own."
Suijin look in the mirror and saw his fit body. Although not much has changed, his body has started shifting from a lanky and skinny build like his fathers into a more balanced one.
"These past weeks of training have started to show their effects. Although.."
"Here."
Suijin looked at the monstrosity of a "smoothie" in front of him. The chunky bits could be seen and the overall color of the meal was a dark green.
Normally this would just indicate many vegetables, but the chunky pieces of various meats said otherwise.
He looked up at the devil himself, his mask hides his emotions but his eyes tell a different story.
'Is that glee I see?'
Maybe he sensed Suijins impending question, or maybe he just wanted to talk.
"Well, since you can't eat normally, and since you're trying to be healthy, regulating your diet is important."
"So say hello to this smoothie, composed of [Avocados, Almonds, Coconuts, Walnuts, Asparagus, Cauliflower, Cucumber, Kale, Fish and seafood, Salmon, Sardines, Grains, Cheese ,Coconut oil, Sweet potatoes, Apple cider vinegar, Dark chocolate, *bleep.*]"
KNOCK
"HEY! WHOEVER'S IN THERE GET OUT!"
Suijin fiddled with the doorknob as he tried to open it.
Once outside the restroom, he looked at the perpetrator and what met his eyes was a big oily man. The standard belly overflowing from his gut, shirt covered in grease stain, and hair parting on top of his head.
However the man's eyes were familiar.
'Ah, this again.'
Once the man's slow brain finally processed Suijin he went red with anger, well more than his previous already worrying complexion may have suggested.
This result wasn't uncommon to Suijin, yelling, screaming, snide remarks, all such things he'd been subject to.
"It's one of those Heteromorphic, eh."
'Walking away has always been the go to move in such situations. And since he was waiting for the bathroom he should just let me leave-'
"Where do you think you're going" A hand was placed on Suijins shoulder.
'Punching him and running may be the best option. However~the son of a hero shouldn't be punching a civilian.'
"Is there a problem sirs."
A worker at this smoothie store they currently resided in stood next to the two and looking a little more Suijin remembered the new man's face.
'It's Junichi. I'm sure he should be able to help, I see him every day after all.'
"Yeah, I'm getting bothered by this...thing."
"I see the problem sir, I'll help you right away." The fat man scoffed and walked back to the bathroom.
Suijinexpected him to be escorted out by Junichi but instead a peaceful smile and hand guiding towards the exit met the exasperated boys face.
'Surely he won-'
"Sorry? It's company policy to not cause problems. I'll have to ask you to leave for the day, just so that this won't happen again."
'Damnit.'
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HIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS
Suijin looks at the black cat that rats out of that alleyway, probably spooked by his smoothie roughly hitting the trash can.
"Whats the point of even trying to be a hero if this is the way your going to be treated." Suijin mused to himself as he traced through the ally no particular destination in sight.
"When your annoyed and bored of life traveling through allies is something to do. It's exciting not knowing weather your going to be robbed, beat up, or walk out perfectly fine. And yes, this has happened to me." He talked to himself, uncaring of whether anyone could hear his ramblings.
Suijin remembered the day someone from the Face Border Clan was trying to kill him. Apparently anyone with an abnormal head is hunted by them or something. Luckily his dad was near and that caused them to retreat, of course after taking all Suijin's money.
'We'll I guess I should stay positive and just use this as more reason to become a hero. If I'm famous then this shouldn't happen anymore.'
BOOOOOOM
The ground rumbled and the buildings shook as screams from the distance could be heard.
'Villains? Should I run and get the police?' He instantly stopped such kinds of thoughts.
'No what kind of aspiring hero would I be if I didn't try to help? Besides with the scale of that explosion they should have already been notified.'
He subconsciously walked through the alleys as his mind tries to think of what could be happening.
When Suijin walked out into the light, chattering and the muffling of explosions could be heard, a huge crowd was stacked in front of an dead end.
A variety of heroes standing in front of the crowd that's behind police tape. The few Notable ones, that stood out to Suijin were Death Arms, Kamui Woods, and Mount Lady Overhead.
In the back of the ally where the heroes are watching is some sludge like being.
His hands were liquid but had some odd solid like tentacle wrapped around a boy, the being seemed to be the source of the rumbling as the area around his hands were constantly exploding.
"AHHHH."
People screamed as pieces of metal came towards them, though luckily Death Arms stopped it.
Some hero the young boy doesn't know was spraying water to take out the fire around, and Kamui Woods is rescuing other middle schoolers caught up in that guy's explosions.
Suijin walked closer and closer through the crowd to get a better view of the scene. Maybe it was due to my head being odd, maybe it was due to the fear of being too close, but Suijin got through with very little resistance.
Once reaching the front Suijin saw the thrashing about, captured boy once again, He was also in hearing distance to occasionally catch the numerous profane words he was spewing out his mouth.
Some words that had been spouted hadn't even existed in Suijins vocabulary before, but it was the foreign boy's clothes that caught Suijin's attention.
'Aldera Junior High Uniforms?'
Aldera Junior High was another school a couple of blocks away from Suijins. His was known for being a strict place with a no-violence rule meanwhile the others...Suijin could say that he saw Aldera's reckless and bad reputation precede them as the boy watched one of their, probably strongest students cause mayhem.
"We can't go in. The boy's quirk restricts Kamui's, while the villain's physiology , makes my punches useless. We'll need to wait for someone else who has a quirk that can properly deal with this villain, that boys going to need to hold on. DAMMIT!"
Horror etches itself on Suijins face as he overhears the hero's talk.
'Hang on? Can't do anything? That boy may die!'
Suijins feet start to move in that direction unconsciously, his hands reach in front of him as If he would be able to grab the captured boy.
'Do something. ANYTHING!'
Suddenly while he had previously been moving at unnaturally fast speeds Suijin felt his world come to a not metaphorical slow as he was snapped out of his haste.
He's forcefully snapped out of shock when he felt something on his arm. In front of him, grabbing onto his stick-like arm when compared to the new persons, was Death Arms.
With his arms caught in the Hero's grasp he felt as if he was trying to move mountains even when he was simply trying to budge them an inch!
"H-he gonna die." Suijins voice shakes as he tried to move. His mind was absent, only filled with the thought of trying to help that boy.
"WE KNOW! BUT YOU'RE JUST GOING TO OFFER YOUR LIFE UP FOR NO REASON. WE NEED TO WAIT FOR THE APPROPRIATE REINFORCEMENTS!"
Suijin struggles as his puny arms in comparison to the mans are dragged back.
Thrashing does nothing but turn his body as he tries to escape.
Saving that boy, Suijins mind only had that thought.
But will doesn't equal ability.
The crowd noticed his outburst and had long since backed up, He found himself halfway through the police line when Death Arms halted.
Whoosh
"Idiot! Stop!"
Another boy with green broccoli hair, also wearing Aldera's uniform, ran through the crowd.
He hopped the tape and dashed straight into the danger zone, uncaring of the dangers ahead. Death Arms dropped Suijins hands as his own stretched out to stop the boy.
"Kids these days."
"Another one, don't they know how to listen to the heroes?"
"What's wrong with them? Making more work for the heroes."
Suijins body stood there frozen as his eyes were focused on the new boys and simultaneously his ears listened to the people.
'If only my nozzle worked. Why did that stupid condition have to run in our family.'
With a five-year-old Suijin in front of him, Enkai explained, "Now listen Suijin, our quirk is special. It's been in our family for generations, now, we have a hereditary condition that the quirks barer nozzle won't work unless you are in a situation that puts you under a huge amount of pressure and stress."
Seeing the still-focused expression showcasing Suijin's intelligence even at the mere age of five, Enkai felt a swell in pride for his son. Still, the Hero didn't let such distract him from the very important conversation all Shimizu quirk Inheritors received.
"Once in that situation, the person must desire for their nozzle to open. This isn't the only problem as when your nozzle awakens if you use too much liquid inside your body at once you may die. We have a special piece that holds our nozzle together and prevents the features from working properly from birth. It's very common for people in our family to never unlock it." Young Suijin raised his hand.
"So Dad, our quirks are so cool that we need to be worthy enough to open it."
Chuckle
"Sure, you can think of it like that."
Now in the present face with such thoughts Suijin's mind focused on the words Enkai spoke of, 'Open. OPen. OPEN!'
Suijin chanted such words in his mind, Saving that boy was his main desire, thus nothing else needed to be thought or done, only that he needed to open his nozzle and he'd succeed in his plans.
But...as he thought more and more about it, images of those he cared about popped into his mind.
'Shoji, Mom, Dad, Mr Akrai, Mrs Aiya.'
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Nothing.
Fear of leaving this world, fear of death, of remaining useless, flood his mind. Suijins body was back to being pushed into the crowd as with the Hero gone so were the nice personas of the public now seemingly discontent with allowing Suijin to have the prime viewing for the events transpiring.
Still even as he was pushed back the last sight Suijin could see was the same broccoli hair boy recklessly rushing in to save who Suijin assumed to be his friend.
'Must be nice, confidence, I lack that. Without it I return—no I've always been, I'm the same as before, the same useless Suijin as always. '
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