Chapter 51: Echoes of the Past (Part 1)
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Chapter 51: Echoes of the Past (Part 1)
"Thank you."
I glanced back at Jiro, who was running slightly behind me. I put on a smile. My emotions were conflicted. I did not like doing anything that resembled playing the hero. It reminded me too much of my childhood dream.
"Anyone here would have done the same."
"The same? I did not even realize what was happening right away. That villain went 'whoosh,' and you jumped, 'bang,' and then you started choking him out like Aizawa sensei."
One of the "waiter" duo accompanied his words with pantomime. I waved my hand in feigned embarrassment.
"I just had a good teacher. Besides, we do not have time for talking right now."
"You are right, Ken san. We need to focus completely on the mission."
The "robot" got fired up. Damn. Where were those "nightstand" robots?
And as if on cue, behind the next door, we saw dozens of security robots. Though, I had my doubts about whether our "train" could handle all of them.
"My turn! TWO MILLION VOLTS!"
The "waiter" decided to short circuit all the mobs. Cool, epic, not particularly useful, since they rebooted after a few seconds and immobilized the guy, whose IQ had dropped to near zero after such intensive use of his Quirk.
"Full Cowl: Thirty Five Percent."
And Midoriya took them all out. I looked at the boy intently with my "Gaze." His power, shimmering with nine colors, blazed brightly. The realization of how much power it could grant took my breath away. The level of power that allows you to set your own rules for the world itself. The power of the Symbol of Peace.
I want…
I shook my head and focused on the path. The floors flew by, but without robots or closed partitions. This only heightened my sense of foreboding. I glanced at Melissa and frowned. Covered in scratches, tired, and running barefoot because her shoes would not let her keep pace with the others, she was making me anxious.
Damn. Why was I so emotional today?
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[Kyoka Jiro's Pov]
The girl with short purple hair glanced at the friend of Midoriya who was running next to Shield. The black haired boy in a classic suit ran calmly with everyone else, clearly having no trouble breathing during their current sprint. He evoked mixed feelings in Jiro.
She had only learned his name today, but she had seen him before. Which was why, when she met him today, a question had occurred to her.
"What is that stalker doing here? He did not fly all the way here to spy on me, did he?"
And she had good reason for such thoughts. She had spotted that black haired head more than once when it was following her father. And, as the girl had recently realized, she had only noticed him because the stalker, in his excessive enthusiasm, had forgotten to mask his attention at all. His gaze in those moments sent chills down her spine.
After she had caught him for the tenth time, she had decided to tell her father everything. So the next time, Kyotoku Jiro himself decided to talk to the boy. From the look of their conversation, the girl firmly identified the status of the nosy observer: a fan of her father. This Ken, at the start of the conversation, looked as if he had just met his idol and had somehow produced her father's albums from somewhere. Why had he been carrying them around? Had he wanted to ask for an autograph but been too shy?
After that conversation, she never saw him again. But the occasional feeling of being watched sent a chill down the girl's spine. The memory of his crimson eyes caused her unease.
Today's events had made her see Ken Hoshino in a new light. They had also reminded her that everything around them was not just another U.A. heroics lesson. The girl smiled bitterly.
"It did not work out, Midoriya."
She saw the concern in her friends' eyes. As they joked and cheered each other on, they occasionally threw worried glances back. And the girl herself had not fully recovered. The feeling of death passing close by made everything inside her clench. Which made the reaction of Hoshino all the more surprising. He seemed just as worried as the others, trying to hide it with jokes. That was normal. What was abnormal was what he had done.
In less than a minute, in close combat, he had defeated a villain who had easily shattered Todoroki's ice, one of her strongest classmates. Defeated him using only bandages. That was abnormal. Any mistake on his part could have ended with broken bones or death at the villain's hands. He had not even hesitated. Or…
The girl's eyes widened in surprise.
…he had assessed the risk and found it acceptable.
"Koeti… ko…"
Pain in her ears interrupted her thoughts as they ran past one of the doors.
"Stop."
"What is it, Kyoka?"
Frowning at the strange sound and wincing from the pain in her ears, the girl pointed at the door.
"There is someone in there. But the sound is strange."
Frowning, Iida approached the door and reached for the panel to open it. Ken, standing next to him, twitched his nose in a funny way, then his eyes widened, and he stepped in front of Melissa.
Iida opened the door.
The girl gagged. Then again.
What the students of U.A.'s hero course saw would haunt their nightmares for years to come. The heavy smell of blood and something else made her lunch rise in her throat. In the middle of a room full of corpses sat a heroine. Slowly rocking back and forth, she howled softly.
"Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… my love… Koeti…"
Covered in blood, the heroine stared at…
"CLOSE THE DOOR, FOR KAMI'S SAKE!"
Ken's sharp voice cut through the horrible keening. Startled, Iida quickly pressed the panel. The doors closed. Silence fell over the corridor. Jiro, doubled over, noticed how the black haired boy had removed his hands from the eyes of the confused Melissa.
At that moment, Kyoka Jiro was overcome with the strongest jealousy of her life. Because she had not seen that.
Swallowing loudly, Midoriya lowered his head and said, stammering:
"W-we need to get her out of there."
His words made terror seize her insides. Because that would mean going in there.
"Koeti… my love…"
"I will take her to another room, then catch up with you. She is not in danger right now, and we need to save everyone."
The black haired boy's voice was calm. Midoriya and Iida, who had been about to say something, gritted their teeth and nodded.
Five minutes later, Ken Hoshino caught up with them. The boy's face was thoughtful. Jiro, however, felt ashamed. One of the two civilians in their group had taken on a task that they, the future heroes, had not dared to do.
[End Pov Kyoka Jiro]
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*Pov from the sidelines*
"Wait! I will do whatever you want!"
The retreating man in festive clothing instantly disappeared at the touch of a small hand. Dressed in something like a white cassock with a white mask resembling a burqa on her face, the short representative of Haijima took out her smartphone and began typing a message.
| All scientists have been sent to the rendezvous point. |
A minute later, a reply came.
| Excellent, My Love J. Everything is fine with my part as well. And my soul sings with happiness! |
| I am not your love. Proceeding to the next phase? |
| As soon as Mr. Wolfram gets his hands on the prototype, My Love. |
Staring at the last message, the figure in white typed a new one.
| I am not your love. |
*End Pov from the sidelines*
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"Thank you."
I glanced back at Jiro, who was running slightly behind me. I put on a smile. My emotions were conflicted. I did not like doing anything that resembled playing the hero. It reminded me too much of my childhood dream.
"Anyone here would have done the same."
"The same? I did not even realize what was happening right away. That villain went 'whoosh,' and you jumped, 'bang,' and then you started choking him out like Aizawa sensei."
One of the "waiter" duo accompanied his words with pantomime. I waved my hand in feigned embarrassment.
"I just had a good teacher. Besides, we do not have time for talking right now."
"You are right, Ken san. We need to focus completely on the mission."
The "robot" got fired up. Damn. Where were those "nightstand" robots?
And as if on cue, behind the next door, we saw dozens of security robots. Though, I had my doubts about whether our "train" could handle all of them.
"My turn! TWO MILLION VOLTS!"
The "waiter" decided to short circuit all the mobs. Cool, epic, not particularly useful, since they rebooted after a few seconds and immobilized the guy, whose IQ had dropped to near zero after such intensive use of his Quirk.
"Full Cowl: Thirty Five Percent."
And Midoriya took them all out. I looked at the boy intently with my "Gaze." His power, shimmering with nine colors, blazed brightly. The realization of how much power it could grant took my breath away. The level of power that allows you to set your own rules for the world itself. The power of the Symbol of Peace.
I want…
I shook my head and focused on the path. The floors flew by, but without robots or closed partitions. This only heightened my sense of foreboding. I glanced at Melissa and frowned. Covered in scratches, tired, and running barefoot because her shoes would not let her keep pace with the others, she was making me anxious.
Damn. Why was I so emotional today?
---
*
*
*
[Kyoka Jiro's Pov]
The girl with short purple hair glanced at the friend of Midoriya who was running next to Shield. The black haired boy in a classic suit ran calmly with everyone else, clearly having no trouble breathing during their current sprint. He evoked mixed feelings in Jiro.
She had only learned his name today, but she had seen him before. Which was why, when she met him today, a question had occurred to her.
"What is that stalker doing here? He did not fly all the way here to spy on me, did he?"
And she had good reason for such thoughts. She had spotted that black haired head more than once when it was following her father. And, as the girl had recently realized, she had only noticed him because the stalker, in his excessive enthusiasm, had forgotten to mask his attention at all. His gaze in those moments sent chills down her spine.
After she had caught him for the tenth time, she had decided to tell her father everything. So the next time, Kyotoku Jiro himself decided to talk to the boy. From the look of their conversation, the girl firmly identified the status of the nosy observer: a fan of her father. This Ken, at the start of the conversation, looked as if he had just met his idol and had somehow produced her father's albums from somewhere. Why had he been carrying them around? Had he wanted to ask for an autograph but been too shy?
After that conversation, she never saw him again. But the occasional feeling of being watched sent a chill down the girl's spine. The memory of his crimson eyes caused her unease.
Today's events had made her see Ken Hoshino in a new light. They had also reminded her that everything around them was not just another U.A. heroics lesson. The girl smiled bitterly.
"It did not work out, Midoriya."
She saw the concern in her friends' eyes. As they joked and cheered each other on, they occasionally threw worried glances back. And the girl herself had not fully recovered. The feeling of death passing close by made everything inside her clench. Which made the reaction of Hoshino all the more surprising. He seemed just as worried as the others, trying to hide it with jokes. That was normal. What was abnormal was what he had done.
In less than a minute, in close combat, he had defeated a villain who had easily shattered Todoroki's ice, one of her strongest classmates. Defeated him using only bandages. That was abnormal. Any mistake on his part could have ended with broken bones or death at the villain's hands. He had not even hesitated. Or…
The girl's eyes widened in surprise.
…he had assessed the risk and found it acceptable.
"Koeti… ko…"
Pain in her ears interrupted her thoughts as they ran past one of the doors.
"Stop."
"What is it, Kyoka?"
Frowning at the strange sound and wincing from the pain in her ears, the girl pointed at the door.
"There is someone in there. But the sound is strange."
Frowning, Iida approached the door and reached for the panel to open it. Ken, standing next to him, twitched his nose in a funny way, then his eyes widened, and he stepped in front of Melissa.
Iida opened the door.
The girl gagged. Then again.
What the students of U.A.'s hero course saw would haunt their nightmares for years to come. The heavy smell of blood and something else made her lunch rise in her throat. In the middle of a room full of corpses sat a heroine. Slowly rocking back and forth, she howled softly.
"Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… Koeti… my love… Koeti…"
Covered in blood, the heroine stared at…
"CLOSE THE DOOR, FOR KAMI'S SAKE!"
Ken's sharp voice cut through the horrible keening. Startled, Iida quickly pressed the panel. The doors closed. Silence fell over the corridor. Jiro, doubled over, noticed how the black haired boy had removed his hands from the eyes of the confused Melissa.
At that moment, Kyoka Jiro was overcome with the strongest jealousy of her life. Because she had not seen that.
Swallowing loudly, Midoriya lowered his head and said, stammering:
"W-we need to get her out of there."
His words made terror seize her insides. Because that would mean going in there.
"Koeti… my love…"
"I will take her to another room, then catch up with you. She is not in danger right now, and we need to save everyone."
The black haired boy's voice was calm. Midoriya and Iida, who had been about to say something, gritted their teeth and nodded.
Five minutes later, Ken Hoshino caught up with them. The boy's face was thoughtful. Jiro, however, felt ashamed. One of the two civilians in their group had taken on a task that they, the future heroes, had not dared to do.
[End Pov Kyoka Jiro]
---
*Pov from the sidelines*
"Wait! I will do whatever you want!"
The retreating man in festive clothing instantly disappeared at the touch of a small hand. Dressed in something like a white cassock with a white mask resembling a burqa on her face, the short representative of Haijima took out her smartphone and began typing a message.
| All scientists have been sent to the rendezvous point. |
A minute later, a reply came.
| Excellent, My Love J. Everything is fine with my part as well. And my soul sings with happiness! |
| I am not your love. Proceeding to the next phase? |
| As soon as Mr. Wolfram gets his hands on the prototype, My Love. |
Staring at the last message, the figure in white typed a new one.
| I am not your love. |
*End Pov from the sidelines*
****A/N***
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