Chapter 10
“He’s late"
Agent Drill looked up from his phone, looking over at his partner. Drill was a tall bulky man, with a bald shaven head and green eyes, wearing a black suit. “He’s always late Owl. He likes to think he’s the one in control”
Agent Owl was tall, but comparatively lanky compared to Drill. She had jet black hair that came to her shoulders and equally black eyes. She also wore a similar suit to Drill. “It’s still a complete piss take. The sooner we’re done with him the better” she replied, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.
Both of them were waiting in a poorly lit parking lot. They had been waiting for their ‘contact’, who was already 30 minutes late. Like he always was.
“I can’t believe I’m missing karaoke night for this asshole. Stuck in a car in some dingy parking lot” Owl complained.
“Well at least you have me" Drill replied
“Oh god don’t remind me”
Just as she said that, a large 4x4 with blacked out windows drove up to them, parking right in front of them. The passenger door opened, and Kai Chisaki stepped out. He worse a red and gold Plague Doctor mask, which gave him the appearance of a bird. He worse a green jacket, with a purple feathered hood.
“Is it me or does his outfit look worse every time see it?” Owl asked.
“Nope, it’s not just you”
They stepped out of the car, with Drill holding a silver briefcase. They approached Kai, who had two of his lieutenants standing behind him, one of which held another briefcase.
“Agent Drill, Owl, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long” Kai spoke, barley hiding his sarcasm.
Owl resisted the urge to Rio the bastard’s throat out, instead masking her annoyance with a pleasant smile “Better late than never. Do you have what you promised, Chisaki?”
“Oh course" he beckoned to one of his lieutenants, Chronostasis, who stepped forward and opened the case, holding it up for the two agents to see. Inside were six canisters of glowing blue liquid “Six prototype canisters of Achilles. As we agreed. Now my payment”
Owl looked over to Drill, who opened his case, which revealed dozens of gold coins. “¥54857250, the equivalent or 500,000 USD in untraceable gold. As we agreed”
Both Drill and Chronostasis walled forward and exchanged cases, before walking back.
“We’ll inform you of the results soon. Providing Achilles works as intended” Drill told Kai.
“It will. Trust me. Until next time.” With that, Kai and his men got hack into their vehicle, and drove off.
“Trust him? Yeah right. Call base and have them prepare a test subject” Owl told Drill, walking back to their own car “The sooner we get results, the sooner we can be rid of that punk"
People say escapism is a bad thing. Shoto Todoroki disagrees.
Being a Hunter is his only escape. The one thing he can call his own. The one thing his father can’t take credit for.
Another Golem drops at his feet, it’s body frozen solid. Shoto took his Staff and stabbed into it, breaking it into pieces , leaving only the monster’s Essence Stones on the floor, which he promptly collected.
Shoto had decided against joining The Endeavour Guild Agency, much to his father’s chagrin. Shoto would form his own Guild, one that would outshine his father’s. So instead he worked with various Strike Squads, with his S-Rank status allowing them to enter A-Rank Gates.
This was he made more than enough Money to afford his own clothes, phone, Magic Items, all his own. Not his father’s.
A dozen more Golems appeared from the wall of the Dungeon, and charged at Shoto from all sides.
He played them no mind, instead remembering his father’s anger when he rejected the other for UA's Recommendation Exam, and the offer from the Hero Commission to become an Exemplar. He didn’t want them. They were because of his father, not for anything Shoto had achieved himself.
As the Golems were almost upon him, the wind around Shoto picked up, forming a whirlwind around him. He raised his right arm, icy mist manifesting from it, and stared coldly into the monster’s eyes.
“FROST REAPER WHIRLWIND!!” He swung his arm in a circular motion, and wind shot outwards, cutting through all of the Golems in an instant, and in the next instant, they were frozen, breaking into smithereens as they hit the floor.
He didn’t need that bastard’s position, his fame or his power.
He would become a Hero all on his own..
Society was broken. It was a fact. Even with someone as great as All Might, one man cannot hold up the entire world. That is why he does what he does. That is why he fights. Why he kills. Because someone has to.
Stendhal through the shadows of the city like a ghost; unseen, unheard. A phantom that haunted the streets.
Long ago, he had desired to he a Hero. He did not seek fame or glory, instead he sought o help people. But his ambition was overshadowed by those who simply wanted to bask in the limelight.
So he abandoned his dream, and trained, and trained. To become someone who would seek out evil, and cut it out of the society it had grown from.
That wasn’t exclusive Villains, but even Heroes, or anyone who would bring harm to the innocent.
Speaking off......
Stendhal heard a loud crash ahead of him, steering him from his thoughts. He looked up, seeing two men, beating on another. As he approached, he saw that the person they were beating was a mutant. He had a lizard like appearance, with what looked like purple hair. And that he wasn’t a man, but a kid.
“We don’t need freaks like you round here!" one of the men shouted, stomping the boys face into floor.
“Trash like don’t deserve to breath the same air as us!” the other man pulled out a switch blade, and held it to the boy’s eye “now how about we-"
SNIKT
The man had stopped, as Stendhal had run his blade through the his head. With one motion he pulled it out, letting the corpse fall the floor.
“It’s pathetic. What gives you bastards the right? The right to attack an innocent kid, just because of his Quirk?” he asked, not bothering to control his blood lust.
The other man backed away. He couldn’t even form a sentence as he ran away, screaming.
But it didn’t save him. Stendhal appeared in front of him, blocking the man’s escape. The killer brought his sword down, cutting the man in half with a single strike.
And with that, it was over.
Stendhal looked over at the boy “Are you alright?” This close, he finally got a better look at the boy. Despite his Mutation, it was obvious he couldn’t be any older than sixteen.
“I-I think so. Thank you"
Stendhal nodded, and turned to leave. But the boy got up and ran towards him.
“Wait! Who, who are you?” The boy asked
Stendhal turned, and lifted his mask so the boy could see his smile “Me? Just a man whose trying to do a little good in the world”
Before the boy could say anything, Stendhal vanished I to the night.
What he did was a dirty job. But someone had to do it.