MrOutsider
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My Hero Academia: Aura Farming
- Thread starter The Synonym
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ArbC2
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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I was close,very close,to writing up a LOT of choice words. At least until the end. I did not expect that and that changed the whole scene into being badass as fuck,even if less collateral would have been good
godofsystems
Getting out there.
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Like everyone else so far has said, that was a damm good twist. 10/10. Thanks for the chapter, now lets see how we handles eri as well as what in tarnation Taka is going to do in the aftermath. [ with that much collateral, some civilian could have record it. And if Overhaul sreaming was loud enough, yeah aint no way this isnt going to be known to the prinicpial regardless if Monkey man tells him [ cant recall his name rn.] ]
Kachellzz
Not too sore, are you?
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I do feel like this operation didn't give him any additional aura. The effort, collateral damage and getting tricked by Overhaul gave him negative aura. It being a clone gave him enough aura not to remain in the negative. It balances out, but isn't the aurafarming moment it could have been.
He's running around as Sasuke and Ichigo as opposed to Madara and Aizen, if you catch my drift. He succeed and was cool, but wasn't the untouchable troll true aura farmers are.
He's running around as Sasuke and Ichigo as opposed to Madara and Aizen, if you catch my drift. He succeed and was cool, but wasn't the untouchable troll true aura farmers are.
Foxxin
Bark bark I'm a shark
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Nah it's the opposite. The clone being "beaten" just for more to show up, was like Madara going "So you dealt with my meteor. What about the second one?"
Being so dominant, then getting snuck, just to reveal you aren't even the real one; it's like taking a flat debuff so that the next attack has a damage multiplier. No different from letting the opponent stab you so that you can grab their arm to hold them in place.
Kachellzz
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Nah, because a clone of Madara would never even been hurt to begin with. Getting snuck by an inferior individual already means you lost aura.
Foxxin
Bark bark I'm a shark
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Nah, because Madara has been outmaneuvered plenty of times because of his arrogance and underestimating his opposition, and bounced back fine with even more aura to show for it (Gaara's sand bypassing susanoo, getting ragdolled by Temari, Tsunade cracking his susanoo, etc.). It's like a roller coaster, just having the longest drop (constantly stunting on the enemy) doesn't make it the most fun (diminishing returns on aura). It's all about comparing the lows to the highs. Why the hell do you think one of the all time peaks of Aura farming was Estarosa Full Countering Escanor's attack, and Escanor's response was literally just "Oh, that makes sense. It was my own strength that hurt me!"
Clone Taka got cocky, got snuck, proved to his opponent that he was outmatched as fuck anyway, and proceeded to heal right back up to full hp in under a minute right in front of him.
That's aura. Not just perfect no-hit playing with your foe. The fact that he's confident enough to play at a level that allows him to make mistakes and still come out on top casually is what makes it aura when you're not a "i planned everything" schemer like Aizen.
Despacitoleo
Experienced.
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Truly an aura farmer we were shortsighted to belive taka would actually get fucked by a second chance
sergey54321060
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This whole thing wasn't about aura anyway, it was about saving a little girl from getting Unit731'd on daily basis
Gobble'n
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Via the ultimate aura recovery technique: retcon.
Chapter 65
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The Synonym
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(A/N: GAAAA, I'm losing my consistency! Activate super author mode 3!
Anyway, sorry for the wait, procrastination and university don't mix well together, and they make me very efficientn't)
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[He Must Be A Hero]
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—Creeeeaaak—
The door opened slowly, the dim light from the corridor quietly spilling into the room.
Eri, who had been half-asleep, slowly fluttered her eyes open.
For a moment, confusion spread across her face, drowsiness clinging to her mind at such an unusual hour.
Then, she noticed the light hitting directly onto her bedframe.
Her body snapped upright instantly, fear seeping in as she turned toward the door, expecting him to be standing there.
All traces of sleep had vanished by then.
But as her eyes landed on the doorway—
"...!"
They widened.
The figure standing there… wasn't the one she expected.
A tall silhouette clad in dark clothing, a long coat draping over its frame, stood at the doorframe. The light behind it obscured its features, leaving only a shadowed outline.
All except one thing.
Its eyes.
They were fixed directly on her.
Then—
—Step—
The figure stepped forward.
Eri flinched immediately, the grip on her sheets tightening as her expression grew fearful.
—But at the same time, the figure flinched as well, stopping right in its tracks.
""...?""
The mirrored reaction left both of them momentarily startled.
Then, the figure glanced down at itself before lightly slapping its own forehead with the lower part of its palm.
Right away, its hand reached for the hood currently projecting a shadow over its face. But the moment its hand caught it, the figure visibly hesitated for a moment.
But after a second or so of doubt, it just pulled its hood up, revealing a black full-face mask that seemed to resemble a skull slightly.
It then reached up and removed the mask covering its face.
As soon as he did, a young face came into view.
Black hair, sharp features, and far younger than the people she was used to seeing every day.
It was Taka.
Seeing a face, and not that cold, faceless mask, Eri relaxed slightly.
Only slightly.
Human faces didn't really mean safety to her.
Still clutching her pillow tightly, she watched as the teenager slowly approached.
Before long, he stopped right in front of her.
Silence lingered between them.
For a moment, it almost seemed like he didn't know what to say.
But then, he knelt down, lowering himself until he was beneath her eye level as she sat on the bed.
"Hey, kid," he said, offering a small, careful smile.
Something in his tone—soft, uncertain, but gentle—made Eri's guard lower just a little.
But the moment he extended his hand toward her—
Her body tensed again.
"...!"
—Only for that hand to land gently on her head, ruffling her hair.
She blinked, clearly confused.
She was not unfamiliar with the gesture, but it had become almost foreign since she got here.
The people from this place sometimes tried to act kindly because of Chisaki's orders, smiling falsely, or bringing her toys she didn't really play with.
They never did something like this. Which only made Eri more confused.
Her eyes lifted to Taka, inspecting his smiling face, wondering if he, too, was doing this because he was being forced to.
But then—
"...Hm?"
Her eyes widened slightly.
A warmth spread from where his hand rested, a soft aura flowing over her and wrapping around her small body.
It was cozy, almost soothing.
Like how her mother used to make her feel, long ago.
As the feeling settled on her, the tension in her shoulders naturally eased, a few tears escaping her unintentionally.
For some reason, through just that, she was able to understand.
This wasn't fake. This person wasn't like the others.
Slowly, she looked up at him again, her expression shifting into something more curious—though the worry never fully left, it shifted to something else.
Despite her age, she understood enough about her own situation.
People like him, actually caring for her… weren't supposed to be here.
Chisaki wouldn't allow it. She just knew he wouldn't.
And if he wouldn't, then the person in front of him was in danger.
As she parted her lips, determined to urge him to escape—
"It's over."
His voice cut in, calm and steady.
Eri tilted her head. What was over?
He stood up slightly, though his hand remained resting on her head.
"I came to an agreement with Chisaki. You won't be experimented on anymore."
"What…?" she asked, her face blank with innocent confusion, unable to process his words.
He looked at her, his smile widening ever so slightly.
Then, he spoke clearly.
"You're free, Eri."
…
Eri opened her mouth—then closed it.
A moment passed.
Then she tried again.
"Free?"
There was no excitement in her voice. Not even disbelief.
Just confusion.
As if the word itself didn't quite exist in her world, or at least, it had lost its meaning.
But after a brief pause, she spoke again, more hesitantly this time.
"I was… allowed to leave?"
Even as she asked, her expression betrayed her.
She didn't believe it. Not even a little.
Taka's eyebrows creased slightly upon seeing her like that. But he didn't stop.
"Well… not exactly," he admitted. "But I'm a very persuasive guy."
Despite his clearly cryptic way of talking, Eri seemed intelligent enough to get the grasp of the underlying meaning of it, making her eyes widen as panic flooded her expression.
"You can't! You have to run! He—he'll hurt you…!"
She scrambled forward on the bed, grabbing onto Taka's coat tightly, her small hands clutching the fabric as she looked at him with desperate urgency.
—Rumble…!—
Her desperate pleas were cut short as the entire facility suddenly trembled, like distant explosions were echoing through the walls.
Eri flinched, her body tensing as fear surged again, her mind clearly taking it as a sign of Chisaki's anger.
And while she wasn't entirely wrong about that—
Taka's hand soon ruffled her hair again, calming her down the next second, as she froze before the soothing touch.
"No need to worry," Taka said calmly.
"But—"
"I know he seems invincible, but the truth is…" he cut in, voice steady and confident, "he doesn't stand a chance. He's fighting me, after all."
Taka stood up, giving her a small grin—one he usually kept to himself.
"And I'm the strongest."
That seemed to halt her panic.
Her worried gaze softened, a faint spark of curiosity appearing within it.
"The strongest…?"
"It means no one can beat me."
He let out a short laugh, then suddenly picked her up.
"Eep—!"
Before she could react further, his aura gently lifted and stabilized her, settling her over his shoulder.
She stiffened for a moment, confused—but didn't resist.
Instead, she looked around, still wary, but no longer panicking.
She didn't want him to get hurt… But if he really was as strong as he said…
Could it be that she was actually free?
"Since we are clear on that, let's go."
Still lost in thought, she felt him begin to move, and before she could say anything—they stepped out of her room, onto the corridor.
She shut her eyes tightly for a second, like scared of getting out without permission.
But as Taka's hand fell on her head once again, her eyes opened, and her beating heart calmed down.
No Chisaki was waiting for them. Only a long, long corridor, leading to the exit.
She looked around.
No Yakuzas, no Eight Bullets, no alarms, no shouts.
Only silence.
She had walked out… and nothing had happened.
She stared around in amazement, still not appearing to believe it fully.
Regardless, Taka didn't allow her to dwell on it for too long.
Soon, they took off again, retracing the path Taka had taken to get here.
Silence accompanied them along the way, broken only by distant rumbles and the faint hum of failing lights.
Eri glanced around.
Figures lay unconscious along the hallway.
Some lights flickered overhead, some completely dead by whatever battle was going on in a distant spot.
As she glanced at it, she couldn't help but be struck by the sight.
The once cold, unchanging, unbreachable, and inescapable place now felt… way less so.
No longer was there fear in her heart as she glanced at the tall walls surrounding them.
Now, only a feeling she had forgotten since long ago remained, slowly rising unbeknownst to her.
Hope.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
The teenager wasn't lying… and she was finally going to leave this place.
"..." Her gaze shifted back to him, curiosity quietly replacing fear.
Who was he, and why had he come for her, she couldn't help but ask herself.
Right away, she arrived at the most reasonable answer.
'He must be a hero.'
Unaware of the thoughts going on in Eri's head, Taka continued walking through where he came from. Before long, they reached the exit of the underground facility.
But just as they were about to leave—
Taka stopped.
Someone was waiting there.
Eri noticed too, flinching slightly—only to cautiously peek over Taka's shoulder when she realized she didn't recognize the face.
A man stood there, bruised and a bit bloodied.
—Yet still standing.
Gentle.
His suit was scuffed, his face marked with injuries, but despite it all, he carried himself with a certain pride.
So, they made their way to him.
"You got a bit hurt," Taka's voice rang out as they got near enough.
Gentle straightened immediately upon noticing them, puffing his chest out.
"Rockinesis!" he declared, before clearing his throat. "Ahem—They were formidable opponents… perhaps the strongest I've ever faced. Their teamwork nearly proved my undoing."
He placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
"But in the end, they could not prevail against the combined efforts of La Brava and me."
Then his gaze shifted to Taka's shoulder.
To Eri.
"So this is the child you came to rescue…" he said, his expression softening slightly. "To think such ruffians would resort to using someone so young for such atrocities… truly, they lack even the most basic sense of gentlemanliness."
He clenched a fist, shaking his head in theatrical indignation.
But as he kept with it, Taka watched him quietly. His eyes squinted faintly upon noticing what Gentle was hiding behind his current act.
The guy was injured, dead tired, and it probably wouldn't be a surprise if he collapsed at any moment now.
And yet—
He had still waited here for both of them.
'Damn.' Taka nodded faintly in approval.
Feeling a bit guilty that he had left the guy to deal with all that, while he himself didn't really do much fighting—aside from some random Yakuzas he'd smacked on the way to Eri's room—Taka extended a hand, pointing at Gentle.
In tandem, his aura flowed out, wrapping around the man's body.
—Then he activated his healing ability, following it up with Clean.
In an instant, Gentle's injuries and bruises faded away. The stains of blood and dust vanished as well, leaving him spotless under both his and Eri's astonished gaze.
As the healing and washing finished, Taka spoke.
"Thank you for helping me in this."
Gentle blinked, clearly surprised more by the sudden gratitude than by the magical abilities.
And it was no wonder. Since they met, Taka had carried himself with a slightly superior air, as if everything were under his control—and, truth be told, Gentle himself had wondered whether Taka had even needed them at all.
Perhaps, in truth… he hadn't. But if he was thanking him…
'At least, we were still able to help,' Gentle thought, a small smile forming.
Just that thought gave him an incredible peace of mind. Something he himself hadn't expected.
His mind went over the day everything went to hell. The day he tried to help a person in danger recklessly, only to worsen everything in the end, sending both the victim and the hero who appeared at the last second to the hospital.
At that time, he was cursed, persecuted, and scorned for what he did.
And perhaps he deserved it.
But the thought that he had been wrong for wanting to help—for wanting to do good—never left.
But now… now at least, he felt that perhaps the feeling in itself was not wrong.
His new thoughts strengthened once his gaze fell on Eri again.
Today, he had actually helped do good.
Even though he still was, and planned on being a villain. His goal to make the world remember his name still hadn't ended, after all.
But perhaps he could be a bit more flexible with his criminal acts from now on?
As Gentle fell silent in thought, Taka suddenly took out his mask, putting it back on with a hiss. Then, he grabbed his hood and pulled it down as well, covering his face again, despite the mask doing roughly the same function.
Once that was done, he turned to Gentle again.
"You should leave. The police will be here any minute."
Gentle frowned slightly. "Hmm? How is that possible? I'm fairly sure our infiltration was perfectly stealthy."
"There's someone I need to come. Someone within the law."
Gentle blinked, then glanced at Eri before nodding in understanding.
"I see."
Given La Brava's investigation months ago which he had kept on his mind, he knew who Taka was talking about.
So, after giving Taka a dramatic bow, he used his Quirk to bounce away in place for a few seconds—before bouncing at high speed toward the exit and turning into a blur, leaving Taka and Eri behind.
With that meeting done, Taka ruffled Eri's hair once more before turning forward, his gaze hardening as he climbed the stairs out of the Shie Hassaikai's underground.
Before long, they reached the upper floor, then slowly made their way toward the main gate.
There—
"Rockinesis, get your hands behind your back!"
—A horde of policemen, just stepping out of their cars, awaited him with guns raised.
It didn't take long for them to notice Eri.
"Hold your fire, he has a hostage!"
'Look at these guys, pinning crimes on me for no reason at all,' Taka thought with a wry smile.
As that crossed his mind, several figures stepped through the police line, moving to the front to face him.
Nighteye, along with several of his sidekicks—one in particular being a blonde guy Taka recognized, but chose to ignore.
The others were pro heroes from the city, called in for the situation.
And lastly—
"There you are, you punk…"
Seiji stood at the front, wearing a thoroughly pissed-off expression that practically screamed: "You know it took me a whole hour by train to get here, right?!"
'They sure went all out of what they could afford,' Taka noted.
An entire apprehension squad had gathered to take him in, once and for all.
Unfortunately for them, that hadn't happened before, and it wasn't happening today either.
Suddenly, Nighteye stepped forward, adjusting his glasses as he fixed Taka with a stern gaze.
"So you are that famous vigilante from recent times… Rockinesis. I thought you had retired, given your lack of activity outside the digital world… and yet, here you are."
His eyes drifted briefly to the Yakuza compound behind him. It looked intact—but judging from Taka's spotless appearance despite infiltrating it, and his obvious monstrous power, it had likely been anything but peaceful.
His gaze returned to Taka, narrowing slightly.
"Not only did you sneak into a criminal base unprovoked… You also contacted a professional hero to come after you once you were done… why?"
As those words left him, Seiji did his best to look uninvolved off to the side.
Of course, his eyes still flickered toward Eri on Taka's shoulder, already forming his own conclusions regardless of the answer.
Taka, however, didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he set Eri down, then knelt to her height.
A barrier of invisible aura formed between them and the police—thick enough that even sound would struggle to pass through.
With their conversation now private, Taka muttered loud enough for only her to hear, resting a hand gently on her head.
"I'm sorry, Eri. While I said I was the strongest… I'm also not exactly a law-abiding citizen. So I can't take you with me."
She tightened her grip on his coat, her small hands trembling.
"Don't go."
In such a short time, Taka had become the only person Eri could bring herself to trust. Even if they had barely known each other, he was the only one who made her feel safe now that her world was shifting—and the only one who seemed to care for her after what she had done to her parents.
"Don't leave me alone." Tears ran down her face.
The only hero she had ever met, who dared to help her.
Suddenly, her head was ruffled again, that same warm feeling spreading through her, making her pained look ease.
"I won't leave you alone. You can be sure of that." Taka said, his voice full of certainty.
He turned slightly, glancing toward Seiji. "See that guy who looks kind of dumb? The one with the tail?"
Eri followed his gaze and quickly spotted Seiji. She nodded.
"I want you to go with him. When I leave, I want you to go to him and say you want to stay with him. If you do that… we'll meet again," he said gently, before flinching slightly. "Ah—don't mention the part about meeting me again to them. That's supposed to be a secret."
Eri looked a bit lost, but she still nodded, his certain tone managing to convince her, even if she hadn't understood completely why of all that.
"Smart girl."
With that, Taka stood up and waved the barrier away, allowing sound to flow freely between both sides again.
Nighteye's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Finished your conversation?"
Taka gave a brief nod.
"Then answer," Nighteye pressed, the stamps between his fingers rustling faintly.
"You asked why I came here?" Taka said, jerking a thumb behind him. "It's because these bastards thought it was fine to experiment on kids. I came here to put a stop to that."
Nighteye adjusted his glasses.
"There are proper procedures—"
"Spare me the lecture. I know about laws. I just don't care about them."
Nighteye's eyes narrowed further.
"Even if that makes it harder for us to properly imprison the Shie Hassaikai for everything they've done?"
"Prison or not, they won't amount to anything after today. And if they do…" Taka paused for a brief second before his tone turned colder. "I'll make sure to stomp them properly this time. No second chances."
Several heroes visibly flinched, understanding the implication.
Even Seiji's expression grew more serious.
Taka let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry if I'm making you all look bad. But that hardly matters to me if I can ease someone's pain sooner instead of waiting for procedures."
A few glances shifted toward Eri, connecting the dots between the jab of just now and the mention of experimenting on kids.
"Even if doing so worsens your already existing crimes?" Nighteye asked, sounding more intrigued than angered.
Taka met his gaze evenly.
"I wouldn't be here if that was a problem."
Silence stretched between the two sides. Eri looked back and forth, worry creeping into her expression as the tension thickened.
Until—
"I suppose you're right." Nighteye sighed.
"So we finally understand each other." Taka snorted humorlessly before speaking again, his gaze relaxing slightly. "Anyway, thanks for dropping by, all of you." He eyed the multiple heroes with a calm gaze.
Then, a smirk took over his face beneath the mask.
"I'll be taking my leave now," Taka said suddenly, drawing several frowns.
"I don't think we can allow that," Nighteye replied, his stance subtly shifting, ready for combat.
"I wasn't really asking for permission."
—Step—
—Step—
—Step—
As those words left him, several figures began stepping out from inside the Yakuza compound, surrounding him, and lining up at his side.
Rockinesis… multiple of them.
A ripple of unease spread through the police ranks.
"Which one's the real one? You decide." Taka gave a small shrug.
And then—
—SWOOOSH!—
All of them, including the original, shot off at once, moving faster than most heroes could even react to. Thus, leaving the police and heroes behind, momentarily stunned.
The police captain glanced at Nighteye, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "Uh… should we—?"
"No need. Even I can't tell which one is real. For all we know, we might have been talking to a clone from the start, while the real Rockinesis was never here to begin with."
Then his gaze shifted to Eri.
"For now… let us do what we must, as heroes."
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(A/N: And thus, the arc it is truly done.
Next chapter: Consequences once again. They are everywhere.
Hope you liked the chapter.)
Anyway, sorry for the wait, procrastination and university don't mix well together, and they make me very efficientn't)
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—Creeeeaaak—
The door opened slowly, the dim light from the corridor quietly spilling into the room.
Eri, who had been half-asleep, slowly fluttered her eyes open.
For a moment, confusion spread across her face, drowsiness clinging to her mind at such an unusual hour.
Then, she noticed the light hitting directly onto her bedframe.
Her body snapped upright instantly, fear seeping in as she turned toward the door, expecting him to be standing there.
All traces of sleep had vanished by then.
But as her eyes landed on the doorway—
"...!"
They widened.
The figure standing there… wasn't the one she expected.
A tall silhouette clad in dark clothing, a long coat draping over its frame, stood at the doorframe. The light behind it obscured its features, leaving only a shadowed outline.
All except one thing.
Its eyes.
They were fixed directly on her.
Then—
—Step—
The figure stepped forward.
Eri flinched immediately, the grip on her sheets tightening as her expression grew fearful.
—But at the same time, the figure flinched as well, stopping right in its tracks.
""...?""
The mirrored reaction left both of them momentarily startled.
Then, the figure glanced down at itself before lightly slapping its own forehead with the lower part of its palm.
Right away, its hand reached for the hood currently projecting a shadow over its face. But the moment its hand caught it, the figure visibly hesitated for a moment.
But after a second or so of doubt, it just pulled its hood up, revealing a black full-face mask that seemed to resemble a skull slightly.
It then reached up and removed the mask covering its face.
As soon as he did, a young face came into view.
Black hair, sharp features, and far younger than the people she was used to seeing every day.
It was Taka.
Seeing a face, and not that cold, faceless mask, Eri relaxed slightly.
Only slightly.
Human faces didn't really mean safety to her.
Still clutching her pillow tightly, she watched as the teenager slowly approached.
Before long, he stopped right in front of her.
Silence lingered between them.
For a moment, it almost seemed like he didn't know what to say.
But then, he knelt down, lowering himself until he was beneath her eye level as she sat on the bed.
"Hey, kid," he said, offering a small, careful smile.
Something in his tone—soft, uncertain, but gentle—made Eri's guard lower just a little.
But the moment he extended his hand toward her—
Her body tensed again.
"...!"
—Only for that hand to land gently on her head, ruffling her hair.
She blinked, clearly confused.
She was not unfamiliar with the gesture, but it had become almost foreign since she got here.
The people from this place sometimes tried to act kindly because of Chisaki's orders, smiling falsely, or bringing her toys she didn't really play with.
They never did something like this. Which only made Eri more confused.
Her eyes lifted to Taka, inspecting his smiling face, wondering if he, too, was doing this because he was being forced to.
But then—
"...Hm?"
Her eyes widened slightly.
A warmth spread from where his hand rested, a soft aura flowing over her and wrapping around her small body.
It was cozy, almost soothing.
Like how her mother used to make her feel, long ago.
As the feeling settled on her, the tension in her shoulders naturally eased, a few tears escaping her unintentionally.
For some reason, through just that, she was able to understand.
This wasn't fake. This person wasn't like the others.
Slowly, she looked up at him again, her expression shifting into something more curious—though the worry never fully left, it shifted to something else.
Despite her age, she understood enough about her own situation.
People like him, actually caring for her… weren't supposed to be here.
Chisaki wouldn't allow it. She just knew he wouldn't.
And if he wouldn't, then the person in front of him was in danger.
As she parted her lips, determined to urge him to escape—
"It's over."
His voice cut in, calm and steady.
Eri tilted her head. What was over?
He stood up slightly, though his hand remained resting on her head.
"I came to an agreement with Chisaki. You won't be experimented on anymore."
"What…?" she asked, her face blank with innocent confusion, unable to process his words.
He looked at her, his smile widening ever so slightly.
Then, he spoke clearly.
"You're free, Eri."
…
Eri opened her mouth—then closed it.
A moment passed.
Then she tried again.
"Free?"
There was no excitement in her voice. Not even disbelief.
Just confusion.
As if the word itself didn't quite exist in her world, or at least, it had lost its meaning.
But after a brief pause, she spoke again, more hesitantly this time.
"I was… allowed to leave?"
Even as she asked, her expression betrayed her.
She didn't believe it. Not even a little.
Taka's eyebrows creased slightly upon seeing her like that. But he didn't stop.
"Well… not exactly," he admitted. "But I'm a very persuasive guy."
Despite his clearly cryptic way of talking, Eri seemed intelligent enough to get the grasp of the underlying meaning of it, making her eyes widen as panic flooded her expression.
"You can't! You have to run! He—he'll hurt you…!"
She scrambled forward on the bed, grabbing onto Taka's coat tightly, her small hands clutching the fabric as she looked at him with desperate urgency.
—Rumble…!—
Her desperate pleas were cut short as the entire facility suddenly trembled, like distant explosions were echoing through the walls.
Eri flinched, her body tensing as fear surged again, her mind clearly taking it as a sign of Chisaki's anger.
And while she wasn't entirely wrong about that—
Taka's hand soon ruffled her hair again, calming her down the next second, as she froze before the soothing touch.
"No need to worry," Taka said calmly.
"But—"
"I know he seems invincible, but the truth is…" he cut in, voice steady and confident, "he doesn't stand a chance. He's fighting me, after all."
Taka stood up, giving her a small grin—one he usually kept to himself.
"And I'm the strongest."
That seemed to halt her panic.
Her worried gaze softened, a faint spark of curiosity appearing within it.
"The strongest…?"
"It means no one can beat me."
He let out a short laugh, then suddenly picked her up.
"Eep—!"
Before she could react further, his aura gently lifted and stabilized her, settling her over his shoulder.
She stiffened for a moment, confused—but didn't resist.
Instead, she looked around, still wary, but no longer panicking.
She didn't want him to get hurt… But if he really was as strong as he said…
Could it be that she was actually free?
"Since we are clear on that, let's go."
Still lost in thought, she felt him begin to move, and before she could say anything—they stepped out of her room, onto the corridor.
She shut her eyes tightly for a second, like scared of getting out without permission.
But as Taka's hand fell on her head once again, her eyes opened, and her beating heart calmed down.
No Chisaki was waiting for them. Only a long, long corridor, leading to the exit.
She looked around.
No Yakuzas, no Eight Bullets, no alarms, no shouts.
Only silence.
She had walked out… and nothing had happened.
She stared around in amazement, still not appearing to believe it fully.
Regardless, Taka didn't allow her to dwell on it for too long.
Soon, they took off again, retracing the path Taka had taken to get here.
Silence accompanied them along the way, broken only by distant rumbles and the faint hum of failing lights.
Eri glanced around.
Figures lay unconscious along the hallway.
Some lights flickered overhead, some completely dead by whatever battle was going on in a distant spot.
As she glanced at it, she couldn't help but be struck by the sight.
The once cold, unchanging, unbreachable, and inescapable place now felt… way less so.
No longer was there fear in her heart as she glanced at the tall walls surrounding them.
Now, only a feeling she had forgotten since long ago remained, slowly rising unbeknownst to her.
Hope.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
The teenager wasn't lying… and she was finally going to leave this place.
"..." Her gaze shifted back to him, curiosity quietly replacing fear.
Who was he, and why had he come for her, she couldn't help but ask herself.
Right away, she arrived at the most reasonable answer.
'He must be a hero.'
Unaware of the thoughts going on in Eri's head, Taka continued walking through where he came from. Before long, they reached the exit of the underground facility.
But just as they were about to leave—
Taka stopped.
Someone was waiting there.
Eri noticed too, flinching slightly—only to cautiously peek over Taka's shoulder when she realized she didn't recognize the face.
A man stood there, bruised and a bit bloodied.
—Yet still standing.
Gentle.
His suit was scuffed, his face marked with injuries, but despite it all, he carried himself with a certain pride.
So, they made their way to him.
"You got a bit hurt," Taka's voice rang out as they got near enough.
Gentle straightened immediately upon noticing them, puffing his chest out.
"Rockinesis!" he declared, before clearing his throat. "Ahem—They were formidable opponents… perhaps the strongest I've ever faced. Their teamwork nearly proved my undoing."
He placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
"But in the end, they could not prevail against the combined efforts of La Brava and me."
Then his gaze shifted to Taka's shoulder.
To Eri.
"So this is the child you came to rescue…" he said, his expression softening slightly. "To think such ruffians would resort to using someone so young for such atrocities… truly, they lack even the most basic sense of gentlemanliness."
He clenched a fist, shaking his head in theatrical indignation.
But as he kept with it, Taka watched him quietly. His eyes squinted faintly upon noticing what Gentle was hiding behind his current act.
The guy was injured, dead tired, and it probably wouldn't be a surprise if he collapsed at any moment now.
And yet—
He had still waited here for both of them.
'Damn.' Taka nodded faintly in approval.
Feeling a bit guilty that he had left the guy to deal with all that, while he himself didn't really do much fighting—aside from some random Yakuzas he'd smacked on the way to Eri's room—Taka extended a hand, pointing at Gentle.
In tandem, his aura flowed out, wrapping around the man's body.
—Then he activated his healing ability, following it up with Clean.
In an instant, Gentle's injuries and bruises faded away. The stains of blood and dust vanished as well, leaving him spotless under both his and Eri's astonished gaze.
As the healing and washing finished, Taka spoke.
"Thank you for helping me in this."
Gentle blinked, clearly surprised more by the sudden gratitude than by the magical abilities.
And it was no wonder. Since they met, Taka had carried himself with a slightly superior air, as if everything were under his control—and, truth be told, Gentle himself had wondered whether Taka had even needed them at all.
Perhaps, in truth… he hadn't. But if he was thanking him…
'At least, we were still able to help,' Gentle thought, a small smile forming.
Just that thought gave him an incredible peace of mind. Something he himself hadn't expected.
His mind went over the day everything went to hell. The day he tried to help a person in danger recklessly, only to worsen everything in the end, sending both the victim and the hero who appeared at the last second to the hospital.
At that time, he was cursed, persecuted, and scorned for what he did.
And perhaps he deserved it.
But the thought that he had been wrong for wanting to help—for wanting to do good—never left.
But now… now at least, he felt that perhaps the feeling in itself was not wrong.
His new thoughts strengthened once his gaze fell on Eri again.
Today, he had actually helped do good.
Even though he still was, and planned on being a villain. His goal to make the world remember his name still hadn't ended, after all.
But perhaps he could be a bit more flexible with his criminal acts from now on?
As Gentle fell silent in thought, Taka suddenly took out his mask, putting it back on with a hiss. Then, he grabbed his hood and pulled it down as well, covering his face again, despite the mask doing roughly the same function.
Once that was done, he turned to Gentle again.
"You should leave. The police will be here any minute."
Gentle frowned slightly. "Hmm? How is that possible? I'm fairly sure our infiltration was perfectly stealthy."
"There's someone I need to come. Someone within the law."
Gentle blinked, then glanced at Eri before nodding in understanding.
"I see."
Given La Brava's investigation months ago which he had kept on his mind, he knew who Taka was talking about.
So, after giving Taka a dramatic bow, he used his Quirk to bounce away in place for a few seconds—before bouncing at high speed toward the exit and turning into a blur, leaving Taka and Eri behind.
With that meeting done, Taka ruffled Eri's hair once more before turning forward, his gaze hardening as he climbed the stairs out of the Shie Hassaikai's underground.
Before long, they reached the upper floor, then slowly made their way toward the main gate.
There—
"Rockinesis, get your hands behind your back!"
—A horde of policemen, just stepping out of their cars, awaited him with guns raised.
It didn't take long for them to notice Eri.
"Hold your fire, he has a hostage!"
'Look at these guys, pinning crimes on me for no reason at all,' Taka thought with a wry smile.
As that crossed his mind, several figures stepped through the police line, moving to the front to face him.
Nighteye, along with several of his sidekicks—one in particular being a blonde guy Taka recognized, but chose to ignore.
The others were pro heroes from the city, called in for the situation.
And lastly—
"There you are, you punk…"
Seiji stood at the front, wearing a thoroughly pissed-off expression that practically screamed: "You know it took me a whole hour by train to get here, right?!"
'They sure went all out of what they could afford,' Taka noted.
An entire apprehension squad had gathered to take him in, once and for all.
Unfortunately for them, that hadn't happened before, and it wasn't happening today either.
Suddenly, Nighteye stepped forward, adjusting his glasses as he fixed Taka with a stern gaze.
"So you are that famous vigilante from recent times… Rockinesis. I thought you had retired, given your lack of activity outside the digital world… and yet, here you are."
His eyes drifted briefly to the Yakuza compound behind him. It looked intact—but judging from Taka's spotless appearance despite infiltrating it, and his obvious monstrous power, it had likely been anything but peaceful.
His gaze returned to Taka, narrowing slightly.
"Not only did you sneak into a criminal base unprovoked… You also contacted a professional hero to come after you once you were done… why?"
As those words left him, Seiji did his best to look uninvolved off to the side.
Of course, his eyes still flickered toward Eri on Taka's shoulder, already forming his own conclusions regardless of the answer.
Taka, however, didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he set Eri down, then knelt to her height.
A barrier of invisible aura formed between them and the police—thick enough that even sound would struggle to pass through.
With their conversation now private, Taka muttered loud enough for only her to hear, resting a hand gently on her head.
"I'm sorry, Eri. While I said I was the strongest… I'm also not exactly a law-abiding citizen. So I can't take you with me."
She tightened her grip on his coat, her small hands trembling.
"Don't go."
In such a short time, Taka had become the only person Eri could bring herself to trust. Even if they had barely known each other, he was the only one who made her feel safe now that her world was shifting—and the only one who seemed to care for her after what she had done to her parents.
"Don't leave me alone." Tears ran down her face.
The only hero she had ever met, who dared to help her.
Suddenly, her head was ruffled again, that same warm feeling spreading through her, making her pained look ease.
"I won't leave you alone. You can be sure of that." Taka said, his voice full of certainty.
He turned slightly, glancing toward Seiji. "See that guy who looks kind of dumb? The one with the tail?"
Eri followed his gaze and quickly spotted Seiji. She nodded.
"I want you to go with him. When I leave, I want you to go to him and say you want to stay with him. If you do that… we'll meet again," he said gently, before flinching slightly. "Ah—don't mention the part about meeting me again to them. That's supposed to be a secret."
Eri looked a bit lost, but she still nodded, his certain tone managing to convince her, even if she hadn't understood completely why of all that.
"Smart girl."
With that, Taka stood up and waved the barrier away, allowing sound to flow freely between both sides again.
Nighteye's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Finished your conversation?"
Taka gave a brief nod.
"Then answer," Nighteye pressed, the stamps between his fingers rustling faintly.
"You asked why I came here?" Taka said, jerking a thumb behind him. "It's because these bastards thought it was fine to experiment on kids. I came here to put a stop to that."
Nighteye adjusted his glasses.
"There are proper procedures—"
"Spare me the lecture. I know about laws. I just don't care about them."
Nighteye's eyes narrowed further.
"Even if that makes it harder for us to properly imprison the Shie Hassaikai for everything they've done?"
"Prison or not, they won't amount to anything after today. And if they do…" Taka paused for a brief second before his tone turned colder. "I'll make sure to stomp them properly this time. No second chances."
Several heroes visibly flinched, understanding the implication.
Even Seiji's expression grew more serious.
Taka let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry if I'm making you all look bad. But that hardly matters to me if I can ease someone's pain sooner instead of waiting for procedures."
A few glances shifted toward Eri, connecting the dots between the jab of just now and the mention of experimenting on kids.
"Even if doing so worsens your already existing crimes?" Nighteye asked, sounding more intrigued than angered.
Taka met his gaze evenly.
"I wouldn't be here if that was a problem."
Silence stretched between the two sides. Eri looked back and forth, worry creeping into her expression as the tension thickened.
Until—
"I suppose you're right." Nighteye sighed.
"So we finally understand each other." Taka snorted humorlessly before speaking again, his gaze relaxing slightly. "Anyway, thanks for dropping by, all of you." He eyed the multiple heroes with a calm gaze.
Then, a smirk took over his face beneath the mask.
"I'll be taking my leave now," Taka said suddenly, drawing several frowns.
"I don't think we can allow that," Nighteye replied, his stance subtly shifting, ready for combat.
"I wasn't really asking for permission."
—Step—
—Step—
—Step—
As those words left him, several figures began stepping out from inside the Yakuza compound, surrounding him, and lining up at his side.
Rockinesis… multiple of them.
A ripple of unease spread through the police ranks.
"Which one's the real one? You decide." Taka gave a small shrug.
And then—
—SWOOOSH!—
All of them, including the original, shot off at once, moving faster than most heroes could even react to. Thus, leaving the police and heroes behind, momentarily stunned.
The police captain glanced at Nighteye, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "Uh… should we—?"
"No need. Even I can't tell which one is real. For all we know, we might have been talking to a clone from the start, while the real Rockinesis was never here to begin with."
Then his gaze shifted to Eri.
"For now… let us do what we must, as heroes."
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| The next Morning… |
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"I'm completely sore…" Jiro muttered, glaring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her mood foul.
She reached up to her earphone jacks, gently massaging them—only to wince as a sharp sting ran through them.
"My poor earlobes…" she half-laughed, half-whined. "Why did I even listen to that guy? The only thing I'm training like this is my pain tolerance…"
With a sigh, she let go, then straightened slightly, her gaze hardening as she stared at her reflection—almost as if she were looking at Taka himself.
"When classes start, I'm telling him I'm doing my own training. No way I'm sticking with this weird routine anymore. At this rate, I'm gonna lose my Quirk because my jacks are going to snap off!"
She huffed, nodding firmly to herself before turning and leaving the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she stepped into the living room, where her parents were already seated, breakfast waiting.
"Good morning, Kyoka."
"Did you sleep well, honey?"
"Yeah," Jiro gave a small nod as she walked over and took her seat.
As she settled in, she poked at her food, her expression somewhere between moody and thoughtful.
"Something on your mind, Kyoka? You're not looking very rockin' today," her father asked, glancing up from his plate with a curious look.
She let out a tired sigh.
"It's just the Sports Festival. I was watching recordings from previous years, and… there aren't many events where I can really stand out."
"Your Quirk is great, Kyoka," her mother said, turning toward her. "I don't see why you're so worried."
Jiro rested her cheek against her palm, looking drained. "I know it's not bad. But the way the events are set up makes it hard to show what I can actually do. At this rate… getting an internship is going to be rough—"
Her voice slowed near the end, like there was something else she wanted to say.
She hesitated, then took a breath, looking away with a faintly annoyed expression before continuing.
"Though… a classmate's been helping me train. So maybe I'll figure something out with him before the festival starts."
"A classmate?" her mother asked, intrigued.
Jiro looked troubled by the question. "Yeah, he, uh…"
"HE?!" her father shot upright, his head snapping up from his food, outrage written all over his face.
Jiro stared at him flatly.
"Chill out, old man."
"You didn't tell us you had a friend." Jiro's mom covered her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.
"And a boy at that!" her father added, clearly outraged.
"Half of my class are boys. What the hell are you getting so worked up for?" Jiro shot back, her annoyance growing.
"You don't understand, Kyoka. Boys are all wolves!"
"…I'm just going to ignore you."
With that, Jiro pulled out her phone, effectively tuning out her father's ongoing rant.
She idly scrolled as she picked at her breakfast with her chopsticks every now and then, eventually opening YoTube to pass the time.
What she didn't expect, however, was the bizarre thumbnail and even stranger title that greeted her the moment the app loaded.
{"Super Vigilante/Villain Team-Up! Goes Very Wrong (For Our Enemies)!!!"}
The thumbnail showed a hoary—though not particularly old—man in a flamboyant costume, posing dramatically with his arms crossed, cape billowing behind him.
Beside him stood another figure, positioned slightly behind due to the camera angle.
Yet, despite not being at the center, she could affirm that the person drew far more attention.
Clad in a tight, sturdy-looking coat that hugged his frame, the figure's physique was evident even beneath the fabric. The coat extended into a hood that cast his face in shadow, while a mask beneath it concealed everything except a pair of sharp, determined eyes.
'Is that…?'
Despite the change in outfit, she recognized him instantly.
Rockinesis.
Whether it was the way he carried himself—even in a still image—or the overall simplicity of his gear, reminiscent of his earlier appearances… there was no mistaking it.
Without thinking twice, she tapped the video open.
If it turned out to be clickbait, she could just close it.
So she watched.
Minutes passed.
And she didn't move.
Her attention was completely locked onto the screen, her breakfast all but forgotten.
Eventually, even her parents noticed.
"What's wrong, honey? You haven't touched your food at all," her mother asked, pulling Jiro out of her trance.
Jiro blinked, snapping back to reality.
"Uhm, it's just that there was something interesting. I'm eating now."
Right away, she paused the video and went back to her breakfast, as if nothing had happened.
Minutes later, after helping her parents with the dishes, she returned to her room.
There, she grabbed her phone again and, without wasting a second, threw herself onto her bed to check on the video again.
It turned out she'd been right—the figure in the miniature was Rockinesis.
After three whole months of apparent retirement, with the only signal of him being alive being the new songs he uploaded now and then, the vigilante had finally reappeared... And he had a new costume, at that.
Although she was a sucker for the simplicity and underground feeling of the old one, she had to admit that this new one wasn't bad at all.
But the costume was the least of her concerns.
Not only had he come back from retirement, but he had apparently decided to do so with a BANG... Raiding a villain's hideout.
Right from the start, he tore through a criminal group, systematically weeding them out without mercy—all while being aided by the man beside him in the thumbnail.
She didn't know who he was, but from the looks of it, he was also pretty strong, given his ability to take care of three villains who looked pretty strong.
The video shifted constantly between the perspectives of him and Rockinesis' clones, dealing with the villains in the hideout, and ultimately wiping them all out.
That's where she had left it before her mother called her out for not eating her breakfast.
Now, though, she could watch in peace.
So, without wasting more time, she resumed the video.
Right away, it started playing from where she had left off. The real Rockinesis, facing off against the one who was clearly the boss.
It was a breathtaking fight. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to follow the rhythm of the battle.
There were plenty of things she was missing, since they were moving at such high speeds that even with the video clearly slowed down for spectators not to get lost, it wasn't being able to capture every single thing.
But despite it, she was getting a gist of the general situation.
That villain was on a completely different level from what students like her could fight right now. It'd probably take her becoming a pro before she'd maybe consider being able to do anything against him.
Maybe he was not as overwhelmingly strong as the Nomu had been… but still powerful enough that she couldn't even imagine beating him in a long time—if ever.
She didn't know what limits her Quirk would reach, after all.
And yet, despite the incredible combat prowess the villain demonstrated—
Rockinesis dominated.
Most of the fight wasn't even a fight. It was a hunt.
The villain ran with everything he had, while Rockinesis chased after him. Almost enjoying himself.
It was strange. Aside from his music, Rockinesis never seemed like the type to drag things out unnecessarily.
And yet now, he was deliberately making the man suffer.
"Do they have some kind of history…?" she muttered, eyes glued to the screen.
Eventually, the chase reached its climax. Her eyes widened as Rockinesis suddenly raised his hand, poised to strike the villain down.
But then—
Two other members of the group appeared at the edge of what had become their battlefield.
She recognized them. In another perspective earlier in the video, one of Rockinesis' clones had dealt with their partner—and, for some reason, let them go while following after them.
So they made it here, huh?
What happened next, however, completely baffled Jiro.
The villain suddenly broke away from Rockinesis, trapping him behind thick walls to slow him down even if only for a second, before lunging toward his own allies—
And fuse with them.
A horrifying transformation unfolded before her eyes.
What had once been a human form twisted into something else entirely.
A monstrosity of six arms, wings, and barely recognizable human features.
And the moment Rockinesis broke free from his prison—
The battle resumed.
This time… on far more equal ground.
A fierce battle unfolded—one where both sides went all out without holding anything back.
They tore through what had once been a clean arena, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.
Just imagining those two fighting like that anywhere else made her shiver. If it happened in the city, it wouldn't be surprising if an entire district got wiped out.
'A villain this dangerous… was just out there?' Jiro wondered, a deep, unsettling unease settling in her chest.
They weren't on All Might's level—but even then, she could hardly picture another hero capable of handling something like that.
Even Endeavor… she wasn't sure how well he'd fare against a monster like this.
And somehow, a villain like that had existed quietly, completely under the radar.
It was almost lucky that Rockinesis was the one dealing with him now. Even if the fight was intense on both sides, she already knew how it would end.
Otherwise, the video wouldn't exist.
And just as she expected, as the battle dragged on… something shifted.
Rockinesis' movements grew smoother, more fluid, faster..
Before long, he began overwhelming the villain again. The until-then even match was crumbling to Rockinesis' side in one instant.
But as it did, her brows slowly furrowed.
There was… something familiar about the way he fought.
That style—efficient, sharp, almost like a dance…
One of her eyebrows lifted slightly as a thought crossed her mind.
But she quickly shook her head.
"No… that doesn't make sense," she muttered, a wry smile tugging at her lips.
Her attention snapped back as the fight neared its conclusion, with the villain crashing one last time against the borders of their battlefield, and with Rockinesis pulling him out of the rubble, standing eerily before the seemingly defeated villain.
—Until, suddenly, everything flipped.
A spike shot forward, piercing straight through Rockinesis by surprise.
Her eyes widened.
Rockinesis staggered back, a trail of blood marking his path until his back hit a chunk of debris, his body slumping down to the ground.
Somehow... the villain had won.
—Or at least, that's what she thought.
Because the next moment, several figures began closing in from all directions, unnoticed by the villain.
She blinked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Slowly, as the villain seemed to begin monologuing—something she couldn't say for sure since the video had no sound of them talking, only music—the several figures surrounded him.
All of them, Rockinesis.
And then—
The video cut, showing the usual "next in the playlist" screen, declaring the end of the footage.
"Argh—come on, how can it end like that?!" Jiro grabbed her head with a frustrated look.
What happened to Rockinesis after that?! What happened to the villain?!
'Wait… if all of those were clones… don't tell me the one fighting the whole time was a clone too?!' Jiro froze, her expression shifting into disbelief.
Annoyed, she let out a loud groan as she exited the video and immediately started searching for answers.
There were already countless commentaries, theory videos, and, of course, news reports covering the incident.
She clicked on an official news channel and watched their segment on it.
Through it, she managed to piece together a bit more context.
The villain's hideout had actually turned out to be the base of the Shie Hassaikai, the Yakuza group that distributed a new Trigger variant developed by them, and led by Overhaul, the villain who had appeared in the video.
The whole thing suddenly felt far deeper than she had expected.
It had gone from Rockinesis decimating a villain's hideout, to Rockinesis tumbling a drug empire and their incredibly dangerous leader, feared across the underworld.
There was also some information on Rockinesis' partner, Gentle Criminal. A villain who had begun recording his own crimes and uploading them online a while ago.
Even so, there wasn't much about why the raid had happened—or what became of Rockinesis afterward.
She did, however, learn what happened to the villain.
All his arms had been cut off. As a result, he'd lost access to his Quirk—the ability to assemble and disassemble anything he touched.
A terrifying power… and an even more terrifying person.
Still, it wasn't enough.
For the rest of the morning, she ended up completely absorbed, binging theory videos one after another. Most didn't add anything new—but it was oddly satisfying listening to people who were just as much fanboys of Rockinesis as she was.
Until, eventually, one video caught her attention.
At first, it didn't seem any different from the others. No new information, no particularly bold claims. Basically, nothing of note.
At least… not until the end.
The creator suddenly brought up an "anonymous" testimony from someone who had been present during the aftermath of the incident.
They went on to explain some pretty questionable information—about Rockinesis leaving the scene with a child on his shoulder, and that Overhaul had apparently been experimenting on her.
It sounded horrifying.
But she'd already seen plenty of videos making things up for views, so she didn't believe it outright.
But then—
The man mentioned something that made her freeze.
The reason the police's response had been so fast was that Rockinesis had contacted a hero beforehand and told him everything regarding what was about to happen and the location.
Super Monkey.
Of course, she already knew of him. He was the top hero currently stationed in Shizuoka, and also the first one to fight Rockinesis head-on—at least, until it was revealed he'd only been facing a clone.
But as she recalled that clash…
Her mind, almost on its own, made a connection she hadn't consciously considered before.
The similarity between Super Monkey... and someone she had met about a month ago.
Moving quickly, Jiro pulled up the official hero registry. Filtering it to Shizuoka and sorting by rank, she found him.
Super Monkey.
Along with a profile photo.
And that was all she needed. She instantly recognized the face there.
Super Monkey… was the man she had met after the entrance exams.
Taka's guardian.
As that realization dawned... Jiro's earlier thoughts began bubbling again.
'What if...?'
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| At that moment, at Taka's home: |
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—Yawn—
Taka pushed himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes with a sleepy expression.
A quick use of Clean, and the stickiness and grime were gone.
Finally able to see without squinting, he sat at the edge of the bed, dragging both hands down his face as he massaged it.
"What a night…" he muttered, letting out a long sigh.
After a few seconds of staring blankly into nothing, he stood up and stepped out of his room.
Heading downstairs, he reached the living room—only to blink in mild surprise.
Seiji wasn't there. The usual rustling of him checking the newspaper, or the sound of the TV playing, were completely gone.
A second later, it clicked.
'Right… I dumped Eri—and all the legal trouble that comes with adopting her—on him. He's probably busy dealing with all that instead of coming home.'
A flicker of guilt surfaced.
But what else was he supposed to do?
He'd like to believe things would just work out now that Eri was safe, even if he left her to her own devices under the authorities… but knowing what the HPSC pulled with Hawks, he wasn't about to be that naïve.
So, in the end, Seiji got saddled with another kid.
Still… the guy had managed to raise him, so the tame Eri shouldn't be a problem.
…Then there was Nezu.
Fortunately, it was Saturday. He had a couple of days before going back to school... and facing whatever emotional fallout his "betrayal" had caused.
'Hopefully, he's not too pissed,' Taka scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.
Worst case… Monday would be the day he officially became public enemy number one, with all his vigilante activities exposed.
Or worse—
He gets banned from participating in the festival.
…
'Yeah, no… that'd suck,' Taka winced.
If that happened, that was a massive power-up down the drain.
'Speaking of power-ups…' His eyes shifted to the side.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[STATUS PAGE]
▸ Strength: (169 Base) 3000
▸ Defense: (338 Base) 5000
▸ Aura Projection: 40,000
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Total Aura: 48,217
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
His aura had increased again.
About four thousand gained from passive gains over the past few days, plus everything he'd earned after Gentle uploaded the video edited by La Brava a few hours ago, which was about a whole thousand.
But considering yesterday's events were only now starting to spread… it would probably keep growing.
At this rate, he'd break 50k in a few more days.
And that wasn't all.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[MISSION COMPLETE!]
[Having broken out of the illusion of false aura farming, it's time for you to shed that shiny but imperfect shell and become what you were meant to be.
The Aura Farmer, Takahashi Fukumoto.
And for that, what better start than to mend the mistake you made.]
Conditions for completion:
▸Wipe out the Shie Hassaikai.✔
▸Rescue Eri successfully.✔
▸Do it however you please.✔
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
<Calculating Reward…>
<+1000 Aura!>
<+Skill [The Throne]!>
After returning yesterday and receiving his clones' memories once they dissipated, he got completely drained mentally—so much so that he hadn't even checked the rewards for completing the mission, and instead simply chose to go to sleep.
Getting pierced by a spike, straight to the chest, wasn't a nice memory, after all.
'I guess that says a lot about my current carencies...' Taka thought, wincing slightly in both frustration at his clone, and at himself.
But leaving his mistakes aside for now, he went back to what he had gotten after yesterday's craziness.
Now, with the reward applied, his aura shot up to 49k.
50k was right around the corner.
Next, his attention shifted to the new skill. It had been a while since he'd gotten a proper one. The recent additions had all been sub-skills of Aura Projection.
Curious, he opened it, wondering just what a skill with such a strong name would—
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[The Throne] (Active)
Description: Even the strongest aura farmers need a place to rest, for a king cannot remain standing while everyone is sitting.
But even in what would be considered a vulnerable position, the aura farmer doesn't stop with his main goal.
Aura Farming.
For the true Aura Farmer gathers admiration and awe, even while doing something as mundane as sitting.
▸ You can convert a fraction of your aura into a seat of your choice.
▸ The seat will vanish after a while, and the aura will return to you.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
"…Alright."
Rolling his eyes, Taka dismissed the system and headed to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. He wasn't even going to address the clearly bizarre skill in his repertoire now.
If he found a use for it, then he'd use it. Until then, he was taking it out of his mind.
So, having checked his gains from yesterday's whole raid and feeling lighter now that he had taken out one thing from his list, Taka refocused his gaze back on his original objective.
Preparing himself—and his classmates—for the upcoming festival.
'Two weeks... that's all I need.'
If he were allowed to compete, that is.
Nezu wasn't going to be pleased, that's for sure.
Wincing, Taka glared at the ceiling and narrowed his eyes as he pictured his one and greatest enemy.
Consequences.
…
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-To Be Continued...-
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(A/N: Not much progress this chapter, at last in what regards time. Now, at least, Jiro's onto Taka's trail, and he doesn't know it.
It'll be about one or two more chapters—one for dealing with Nezu and whatever else that might need to be addressed after Taka's actions, and another one briefing on Taka's training for his classmates—before we at last jump onto the festival, which I already have many ideas for.
Hopefully you'll like them.
Anyway, off I go.)
[Consequences]
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| The next Morning… |
…
"I'm completely sore…" Jiro muttered, glaring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her mood foul.
She reached up to her earphone jacks, gently massaging them—only to wince as a sharp sting ran through them.
"My poor earlobes…" she half-laughed, half-whined. "Why did I even listen to that guy? The only thing I'm training like this is my pain tolerance…"
With a sigh, she let go, then straightened slightly, her gaze hardening as she stared at her reflection—almost as if she were looking at Taka himself.
"When classes start, I'm telling him I'm doing my own training. No way I'm sticking with this weird routine anymore. At this rate, I'm gonna lose my Quirk because my jacks are going to snap off!"
She huffed, nodding firmly to herself before turning and leaving the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she stepped into the living room, where her parents were already seated, breakfast waiting.
"Good morning, Kyoka."
"Did you sleep well, honey?"
"Yeah," Jiro gave a small nod as she walked over and took her seat.
As she settled in, she poked at her food, her expression somewhere between moody and thoughtful.
"Something on your mind, Kyoka? You're not looking very rockin' today," her father asked, glancing up from his plate with a curious look.
She let out a tired sigh.
"It's just the Sports Festival. I was watching recordings from previous years, and… there aren't many events where I can really stand out."
"Your Quirk is great, Kyoka," her mother said, turning toward her. "I don't see why you're so worried."
Jiro rested her cheek against her palm, looking drained. "I know it's not bad. But the way the events are set up makes it hard to show what I can actually do. At this rate… getting an internship is going to be rough—"
Her voice slowed near the end, like there was something else she wanted to say.
She hesitated, then took a breath, looking away with a faintly annoyed expression before continuing.
"Though… a classmate's been helping me train. So maybe I'll figure something out with him before the festival starts."
"A classmate?" her mother asked, intrigued.
Jiro looked troubled by the question. "Yeah, he, uh…"
"HE?!" her father shot upright, his head snapping up from his food, outrage written all over his face.
Jiro stared at him flatly.
"Chill out, old man."
"You didn't tell us you had a friend." Jiro's mom covered her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.
"And a boy at that!" her father added, clearly outraged.
"Half of my class are boys. What the hell are you getting so worked up for?" Jiro shot back, her annoyance growing.
"You don't understand, Kyoka. Boys are all wolves!"
"…I'm just going to ignore you."
With that, Jiro pulled out her phone, effectively tuning out her father's ongoing rant.
She idly scrolled as she picked at her breakfast with her chopsticks every now and then, eventually opening YoTube to pass the time.
What she didn't expect, however, was the bizarre thumbnail and even stranger title that greeted her the moment the app loaded.
{"Super Vigilante/Villain Team-Up! Goes Very Wrong (For Our Enemies)!!!"}
The thumbnail showed a hoary—though not particularly old—man in a flamboyant costume, posing dramatically with his arms crossed, cape billowing behind him.
Beside him stood another figure, positioned slightly behind due to the camera angle.
Yet, despite not being at the center, she could affirm that the person drew far more attention.
Clad in a tight, sturdy-looking coat that hugged his frame, the figure's physique was evident even beneath the fabric. The coat extended into a hood that cast his face in shadow, while a mask beneath it concealed everything except a pair of sharp, determined eyes.
'Is that…?'
Despite the change in outfit, she recognized him instantly.
Rockinesis.
Whether it was the way he carried himself—even in a still image—or the overall simplicity of his gear, reminiscent of his earlier appearances… there was no mistaking it.
Without thinking twice, she tapped the video open.
If it turned out to be clickbait, she could just close it.
So she watched.
Minutes passed.
And she didn't move.
Her attention was completely locked onto the screen, her breakfast all but forgotten.
Eventually, even her parents noticed.
"What's wrong, honey? You haven't touched your food at all," her mother asked, pulling Jiro out of her trance.
Jiro blinked, snapping back to reality.
"Uhm, it's just that there was something interesting. I'm eating now."
Right away, she paused the video and went back to her breakfast, as if nothing had happened.
Minutes later, after helping her parents with the dishes, she returned to her room.
There, she grabbed her phone again and, without wasting a second, threw herself onto her bed to check on the video again.
It turned out she'd been right—the figure in the miniature was Rockinesis.
After three whole months of apparent retirement, with the only signal of him being alive being the new songs he uploaded now and then, the vigilante had finally reappeared... And he had a new costume, at that.
Although she was a sucker for the simplicity and underground feeling of the old one, she had to admit that this new one wasn't bad at all.
But the costume was the least of her concerns.
Not only had he come back from retirement, but he had apparently decided to do so with a BANG... Raiding a villain's hideout.
Right from the start, he tore through a criminal group, systematically weeding them out without mercy—all while being aided by the man beside him in the thumbnail.
She didn't know who he was, but from the looks of it, he was also pretty strong, given his ability to take care of three villains who looked pretty strong.
The video shifted constantly between the perspectives of him and Rockinesis' clones, dealing with the villains in the hideout, and ultimately wiping them all out.
That's where she had left it before her mother called her out for not eating her breakfast.
Now, though, she could watch in peace.
So, without wasting more time, she resumed the video.
Right away, it started playing from where she had left off. The real Rockinesis, facing off against the one who was clearly the boss.
It was a breathtaking fight. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to follow the rhythm of the battle.
There were plenty of things she was missing, since they were moving at such high speeds that even with the video clearly slowed down for spectators not to get lost, it wasn't being able to capture every single thing.
But despite it, she was getting a gist of the general situation.
That villain was on a completely different level from what students like her could fight right now. It'd probably take her becoming a pro before she'd maybe consider being able to do anything against him.
Maybe he was not as overwhelmingly strong as the Nomu had been… but still powerful enough that she couldn't even imagine beating him in a long time—if ever.
She didn't know what limits her Quirk would reach, after all.
And yet, despite the incredible combat prowess the villain demonstrated—
Rockinesis dominated.
Most of the fight wasn't even a fight. It was a hunt.
The villain ran with everything he had, while Rockinesis chased after him. Almost enjoying himself.
It was strange. Aside from his music, Rockinesis never seemed like the type to drag things out unnecessarily.
And yet now, he was deliberately making the man suffer.
"Do they have some kind of history…?" she muttered, eyes glued to the screen.
Eventually, the chase reached its climax. Her eyes widened as Rockinesis suddenly raised his hand, poised to strike the villain down.
But then—
Two other members of the group appeared at the edge of what had become their battlefield.
She recognized them. In another perspective earlier in the video, one of Rockinesis' clones had dealt with their partner—and, for some reason, let them go while following after them.
So they made it here, huh?
What happened next, however, completely baffled Jiro.
The villain suddenly broke away from Rockinesis, trapping him behind thick walls to slow him down even if only for a second, before lunging toward his own allies—
And fuse with them.
A horrifying transformation unfolded before her eyes.
What had once been a human form twisted into something else entirely.
A monstrosity of six arms, wings, and barely recognizable human features.
And the moment Rockinesis broke free from his prison—
The battle resumed.
This time… on far more equal ground.
A fierce battle unfolded—one where both sides went all out without holding anything back.
They tore through what had once been a clean arena, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.
Just imagining those two fighting like that anywhere else made her shiver. If it happened in the city, it wouldn't be surprising if an entire district got wiped out.
'A villain this dangerous… was just out there?' Jiro wondered, a deep, unsettling unease settling in her chest.
They weren't on All Might's level—but even then, she could hardly picture another hero capable of handling something like that.
Even Endeavor… she wasn't sure how well he'd fare against a monster like this.
And somehow, a villain like that had existed quietly, completely under the radar.
It was almost lucky that Rockinesis was the one dealing with him now. Even if the fight was intense on both sides, she already knew how it would end.
Otherwise, the video wouldn't exist.
And just as she expected, as the battle dragged on… something shifted.
Rockinesis' movements grew smoother, more fluid, faster..
Before long, he began overwhelming the villain again. The until-then even match was crumbling to Rockinesis' side in one instant.
But as it did, her brows slowly furrowed.
There was… something familiar about the way he fought.
That style—efficient, sharp, almost like a dance…
One of her eyebrows lifted slightly as a thought crossed her mind.
But she quickly shook her head.
"No… that doesn't make sense," she muttered, a wry smile tugging at her lips.
Her attention snapped back as the fight neared its conclusion, with the villain crashing one last time against the borders of their battlefield, and with Rockinesis pulling him out of the rubble, standing eerily before the seemingly defeated villain.
—Until, suddenly, everything flipped.
A spike shot forward, piercing straight through Rockinesis by surprise.
Her eyes widened.
Rockinesis staggered back, a trail of blood marking his path until his back hit a chunk of debris, his body slumping down to the ground.
Somehow... the villain had won.
—Or at least, that's what she thought.
Because the next moment, several figures began closing in from all directions, unnoticed by the villain.
She blinked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Slowly, as the villain seemed to begin monologuing—something she couldn't say for sure since the video had no sound of them talking, only music—the several figures surrounded him.
All of them, Rockinesis.
And then—
The video cut, showing the usual "next in the playlist" screen, declaring the end of the footage.
"Argh—come on, how can it end like that?!" Jiro grabbed her head with a frustrated look.
What happened to Rockinesis after that?! What happened to the villain?!
'Wait… if all of those were clones… don't tell me the one fighting the whole time was a clone too?!' Jiro froze, her expression shifting into disbelief.
Annoyed, she let out a loud groan as she exited the video and immediately started searching for answers.
There were already countless commentaries, theory videos, and, of course, news reports covering the incident.
She clicked on an official news channel and watched their segment on it.
Through it, she managed to piece together a bit more context.
The villain's hideout had actually turned out to be the base of the Shie Hassaikai, the Yakuza group that distributed a new Trigger variant developed by them, and led by Overhaul, the villain who had appeared in the video.
The whole thing suddenly felt far deeper than she had expected.
It had gone from Rockinesis decimating a villain's hideout, to Rockinesis tumbling a drug empire and their incredibly dangerous leader, feared across the underworld.
There was also some information on Rockinesis' partner, Gentle Criminal. A villain who had begun recording his own crimes and uploading them online a while ago.
Even so, there wasn't much about why the raid had happened—or what became of Rockinesis afterward.
She did, however, learn what happened to the villain.
All his arms had been cut off. As a result, he'd lost access to his Quirk—the ability to assemble and disassemble anything he touched.
A terrifying power… and an even more terrifying person.
Still, it wasn't enough.
For the rest of the morning, she ended up completely absorbed, binging theory videos one after another. Most didn't add anything new—but it was oddly satisfying listening to people who were just as much fanboys of Rockinesis as she was.
Until, eventually, one video caught her attention.
At first, it didn't seem any different from the others. No new information, no particularly bold claims. Basically, nothing of note.
At least… not until the end.
The creator suddenly brought up an "anonymous" testimony from someone who had been present during the aftermath of the incident.
They went on to explain some pretty questionable information—about Rockinesis leaving the scene with a child on his shoulder, and that Overhaul had apparently been experimenting on her.
It sounded horrifying.
But she'd already seen plenty of videos making things up for views, so she didn't believe it outright.
But then—
The man mentioned something that made her freeze.
The reason the police's response had been so fast was that Rockinesis had contacted a hero beforehand and told him everything regarding what was about to happen and the location.
Super Monkey.
Of course, she already knew of him. He was the top hero currently stationed in Shizuoka, and also the first one to fight Rockinesis head-on—at least, until it was revealed he'd only been facing a clone.
But as she recalled that clash…
Her mind, almost on its own, made a connection she hadn't consciously considered before.
The similarity between Super Monkey... and someone she had met about a month ago.
Moving quickly, Jiro pulled up the official hero registry. Filtering it to Shizuoka and sorting by rank, she found him.
Super Monkey.
Along with a profile photo.
And that was all she needed. She instantly recognized the face there.
Super Monkey… was the man she had met after the entrance exams.
Taka's guardian.
As that realization dawned... Jiro's earlier thoughts began bubbling again.
'What if...?'
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| At that moment, at Taka's home: |
…
—Yawn—
Taka pushed himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes with a sleepy expression.
A quick use of Clean, and the stickiness and grime were gone.
Finally able to see without squinting, he sat at the edge of the bed, dragging both hands down his face as he massaged it.
"What a night…" he muttered, letting out a long sigh.
After a few seconds of staring blankly into nothing, he stood up and stepped out of his room.
Heading downstairs, he reached the living room—only to blink in mild surprise.
Seiji wasn't there. The usual rustling of him checking the newspaper, or the sound of the TV playing, were completely gone.
A second later, it clicked.
'Right… I dumped Eri—and all the legal trouble that comes with adopting her—on him. He's probably busy dealing with all that instead of coming home.'
A flicker of guilt surfaced.
But what else was he supposed to do?
He'd like to believe things would just work out now that Eri was safe, even if he left her to her own devices under the authorities… but knowing what the HPSC pulled with Hawks, he wasn't about to be that naïve.
So, in the end, Seiji got saddled with another kid.
Still… the guy had managed to raise him, so the tame Eri shouldn't be a problem.
…Then there was Nezu.
Fortunately, it was Saturday. He had a couple of days before going back to school... and facing whatever emotional fallout his "betrayal" had caused.
'Hopefully, he's not too pissed,' Taka scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.
Worst case… Monday would be the day he officially became public enemy number one, with all his vigilante activities exposed.
Or worse—
He gets banned from participating in the festival.
…
'Yeah, no… that'd suck,' Taka winced.
If that happened, that was a massive power-up down the drain.
'Speaking of power-ups…' His eyes shifted to the side.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[STATUS PAGE]
▸ Strength: (169 Base) 3000
▸ Defense: (338 Base) 5000
▸ Aura Projection: 40,000
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Total Aura: 48,217
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
His aura had increased again.
About four thousand gained from passive gains over the past few days, plus everything he'd earned after Gentle uploaded the video edited by La Brava a few hours ago, which was about a whole thousand.
But considering yesterday's events were only now starting to spread… it would probably keep growing.
At this rate, he'd break 50k in a few more days.
And that wasn't all.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[MISSION COMPLETE!]
[Having broken out of the illusion of false aura farming, it's time for you to shed that shiny but imperfect shell and become what you were meant to be.
The Aura Farmer, Takahashi Fukumoto.
And for that, what better start than to mend the mistake you made.]
Conditions for completion:
▸Wipe out the Shie Hassaikai.✔
▸Rescue Eri successfully.✔
▸Do it however you please.✔
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
<Calculating Reward…>
<+1000 Aura!>
<+Skill [The Throne]!>
After returning yesterday and receiving his clones' memories once they dissipated, he got completely drained mentally—so much so that he hadn't even checked the rewards for completing the mission, and instead simply chose to go to sleep.
Getting pierced by a spike, straight to the chest, wasn't a nice memory, after all.
'I guess that says a lot about my current carencies...' Taka thought, wincing slightly in both frustration at his clone, and at himself.
But leaving his mistakes aside for now, he went back to what he had gotten after yesterday's craziness.
Now, with the reward applied, his aura shot up to 49k.
50k was right around the corner.
Next, his attention shifted to the new skill. It had been a while since he'd gotten a proper one. The recent additions had all been sub-skills of Aura Projection.
Curious, he opened it, wondering just what a skill with such a strong name would—
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
[The Throne] (Active)
Description: Even the strongest aura farmers need a place to rest, for a king cannot remain standing while everyone is sitting.
But even in what would be considered a vulnerable position, the aura farmer doesn't stop with his main goal.
Aura Farming.
For the true Aura Farmer gathers admiration and awe, even while doing something as mundane as sitting.
▸ You can convert a fraction of your aura into a seat of your choice.
▸ The seat will vanish after a while, and the aura will return to you.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
"…Alright."
Rolling his eyes, Taka dismissed the system and headed to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. He wasn't even going to address the clearly bizarre skill in his repertoire now.
If he found a use for it, then he'd use it. Until then, he was taking it out of his mind.
So, having checked his gains from yesterday's whole raid and feeling lighter now that he had taken out one thing from his list, Taka refocused his gaze back on his original objective.
Preparing himself—and his classmates—for the upcoming festival.
'Two weeks... that's all I need.'
If he were allowed to compete, that is.
Nezu wasn't going to be pleased, that's for sure.
Wincing, Taka glared at the ceiling and narrowed his eyes as he pictured his one and greatest enemy.
Consequences.
…
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(A/N: Not much progress this chapter, at last in what regards time. Now, at least, Jiro's onto Taka's trail, and he doesn't know it.
It'll be about one or two more chapters—one for dealing with Nezu and whatever else that might need to be addressed after Taka's actions, and another one briefing on Taka's training for his classmates—before we at last jump onto the festival, which I already have many ideas for.
Hopefully you'll like them.
Anyway, off I go.)
The Radiance's Follower
The Radiance is best.
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Welcome back. Consequences, Consequences. My man isn't as clever as he thinks he is. Anyone familiar with him could easily find out he is the vigilante.
Jiro confrontation scene soon ?
Jiro confrontation scene soon ?
Kachellzz
Not too sore, are you?
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As Taka has said before, it isn't enough to be a component person surrounded by incompetent people. So it's cool that Jiro deduced his identity.
The people who are truly close to him, like Super Monkey before, should be able to figure out who he is.
The people who are truly close to him, like Super Monkey before, should be able to figure out who he is.
Sceonn
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I dunno... never bet against fire. Usually you just need more fire.
Diabolical. This evil of capitalism.
Glad he has his priorities in order.
But Taka may be overlooking the little fact of Nezu's own past experiences. He'll be far more sympathetic to Eri's situation than he believes.
LOL! Energy construct chairs.
MorbiIIionaire
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Cute hahaha
Tisk tisk, Taka gotta be careful. Imma laugh if you just admit it to her and tell her no one will believe her. Great arc btw! Glad Eri is alright!
TheDanny
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Wait a minute....all of his arms? That's a pretty odd word choice for what would normally be "both" meaning two arms. Unless he's still in his six armed fused state when his quirk was broken. Doesn't that mean that those two subordinates are forever fused into Overhall's body?!
Welp, the local cork board store is gonna have it's business boom when she comes around. Conspiracy theorist Jiro is the best though!
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ArbC2
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Every time he sits down,you hear the song start to play
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futurehousehusband
Not too sore, are you?
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Monkey comes back while we're eating Cheerios sitting on NOTHING