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Chapter 11: Hunting the Beast
🕑 Added 2024-01-17 15:20:18 +0000 UTCWelcome back to another chapter! Before I forget, I have to say that there was an image that served as an inspiration for the way I styled Izuku in the past chapter, which I'll put at the bottom of the chapter along with if I can find it, details on the artist as for obvious reasons, I didn't draw or commission it and merely found it online a couple months back. Also, this chapter will be a bit longer than normal as there was some stuff from the last chapter that was cut for time which I wanted to incorporate, but don’t worry as what the name implies is the meat of this chapter.
Chapter 11: Hunting the Beast
“How long do you think it’ll be before they notice?” Hasaki asked as the two rode a truck traveling out of the city, having crossed the city limits around 20 minutes ago. In the back where the driver would normally sleep when parked, Midoriya poked his head out.
"If it's Hawks on our tail, I wouldn't be surprised if they already closed all the roads and canceled all outgoing trains." He replied as he knew that Hawks was young but incredibly perceptive and intelligent. He would have either figured out by now or guessed Midoriya wasn't a local and odds were, he would try to flee. He wouldn't pass the man to be patrolling the skies over areas easiest to travel by foot.
“So, we’re lucky that we found our transport out before them.” A strand of Hasaki’s hair shifted into a hand and rested itself on the shoulder of the terrified driver. They had managed to hit him when he was at a red light and get in before he could speed off or call for help. From there, all it took was a simple threat and he was more than willing to help them out.
“Please don’t hurt me…” The cabbage merchant pleaded with them, his hands weak as he could feel the hair on his shoulder get a little tighter, his fear only made worse by the fact his back was to the snake charmer that happened to have fire powers. He was screwed no matter how you cut it.
“We’re not going to hurt you if you just keep driving,” Hasaki replied, as spilling blood for no reason just seemed like a fool's move. Seeing that his terrified eyes were still on her hair, she removed it from his person and let it fall back to a normal state, crossing her hands as she leaned into her seat. “And keep your eyes on the road, I don’t feel like dying in a fiery crash with the last thing I smell being cabbages.” She referred to the load that the truck was carrying.
"The fire part isn't so bad; the violent crash is," Midoriya added from the bed he was borrowing, with his new friend and teammate rolling her eyes at his statement as their driver gulped, no doubt taking that statement the wrong way…though it wasn't far off from what the kid meant.
“How long till we get to where we need to go?” She asked to draw his attention away from a potentially painful fiery end at the hands of her partner.
The man gulped, visibly sweating as he managed to answer his stuttering. “I-i-It’ll be at least 6 hours; I can’t go any faster as the roads are dangerous and I need to watch my speed-"
Midoriya cut him off. “It’s fine. Road safety is important.”
“Besides, a speeding truck is the fastest way to draw unwanted attention.” They didn't hijack a truck just for it to make it obvious that something was wrong. With that, the vehicle was silent between them as nothing but the engine and sounds of the tires on the road could be heard.
After a while of this, Midoriya poked his head out again, having grown bored of reading the few safety signs and reminders along the bed area. “Do you have any music?”
“I-I do, my speakers are connected to my phone. I have a playlist saved for long drives.” The man looked towards his phone, which had been in the middle between him and the woman with the prehensile hair, out of his reach even if he had the time to shoot a message asking for help. Midoriya smiled as he asked if he couldn’t turn it on and the man didn’t fight him on it, with the boy happily cycling through his playlist before landing on something and pressing the play button.
He listened to half of it, before changing to something else and listened to even less of that one as he switched to another track. As it played, the boy turned to him, his snake resting in the bush that was his hair.
"I'm sorry, but do you have any more upbeat songs? Like, not head-banging metal but something with a little more life to it." His fear abated for a moment as he felt irritated that this punk would force him to transport them out of the city and away from the pros, casually threatening to burn him and have the gall to insult his music. Greenday was a classic band!
It didn’t help that the second one seemed to agree with him. “I would have thought a truck driver would want something that helps keep his eyes open.” She sighed as she looked out at the passing countryside before she got up from her seat.
“Whatever, swap out with me, Midoriya. I’ll be taking a short nap.” Midoriya didn’t protest as they changed spots, with the woman closing the curtain to get some rest while Midoriya hummed a song to himself from the shot-got seat.
Turning to the driver, he gave him a wave and smile. “Hello.”
“H-h-Hey…” The man replied, having no experience or instructions to handle this other than what he had been taught about high jackings, but these two seemed to be breaking most of the standards tell of such behavior.
“Don’t be scared of me, worst comes to worst, I burn off a little hair.” He laughed at his joy as the man paled, sending a prayer that he would live to see the next day. If nothing else, he could tell the pros where they stopped, he didn't know that they weren't stopping in their destination city, but instead at a place where they could get there by foot faster than if they had started from the beginning.
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A couple of days later, Nine led a bandaged man through a deserted park. With it being so late at night, the only people they were liable to encounter were teens looking for a 'romantic' place to meet or the homeless. "This way, we've agreed to meet up here." Nine started to follow him.
“So what’s this other guy like?” He was asked, with him humming in thought before replying, walking by one of the many park lights that illuminated the place.
“He’s more of a boy, probably the youngest of the group so far.” He replied as the man's eyebrow rose but he kept whatever skepticism he had to himself, having seen what this man was capable of and listened to him speak, so he knew that whoever this apparent kid was, they were worth their time.
“I’m sensing a ‘but’.” He relayed his thoughts as they stepped off the beaten path and into the wooded area of the park, far from any prying eyes.
"But not only does he understand our drive, but he's incredibly powerful, and so should be the person he was away to recruit, much like I recruited you." Nine replied, recalling what he had seen of the boy that day up in the mountains. He knew that he had potential, probably the most out of all of them.
To speak of the devil and he appears, as they break from the tree line, they are the topic of discussion waiting for them on a park bench, a small camping light shedding light on the otherwise dark path. With him was the woman he had been tasked to find as the two read through some manga that they must have picked up on the way there.
Looking up when they heard people approaching, the two had been ready for anything as Hisaki’s hair had sharpened while he heated up, but he dropped that when he saw who it was. “Hey, Nine. You made it.” He stated he bonded up to the man, who nodded.
Turning his gaze to Hisaki, he gave another nod before speaking up. “I see that your mission was a success.”
Nodding like a proud little trooper, he looked behind Nine to see the second person, one that matched the picture he had been shown. Stepping past Nine, he appraised the taller man, looking him over with a beaming smile while Koharu observed him from her perch around his neck.
Nodding, he turned back to Hisaki. “And so was yours, Hasaki, this is Nine, the man I told you about and the guy with him is…” He gestured towards him, as the man decided to go along with this. He might as well try and be friendly with them as they seemed friendly enough, at least they hadn’t tried to fight him yet.
“Makihara Hōyō.” Midoriya smiled when he heard that, he liked that name- it sounded strong. Stretching out a hand, he beamed at the man.
“Midoriya Izuku, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Eyes widening at his…for a lack of a better world, bright Midoriya was doing, the man awkwardly shook his hand in greeting as Hisaki, having dealt with how excitable Midoriya could be at the prospect of new friends for the last couple of days, only laughed as she placed down her copy of Cosplay Sweetheart and approached them as well.
“Hasaki Kiruka.” She reached out one hand towards Makihara, but her hair formed the hand to reach towards Nine. Neither commented on this, which she liked as they shook the offered appendages as they all walked towards the bench to take their seats and plan their next move.
"Then we're all here. Good work on your end, I knew that you'd be able to convince her." Nine first congratulated the boy, but the snake on his neck glared at him so he added. “And yes, you must have done well as well, Koharu.” She seemed appeased by that, going back to resting and listening to the humans discuss their plans.
“What now? Midoriya didn’t really explain things to me earlier.” Hasaki asked, pointing towards the boy who only looked a little embarrassed to be outed so fast.
“Now we find the final person, who might prove to be the most challenging.” Nine pulled out a newspaper, newer than the one he had shown Midoriya some time prior. The two looked it over and saw the headline.
“Chimera?” Hasaki asked, reading on how the 'Mutant menace assaulted 6 people, still at large.' And scoffed as the image wasn't even of the fight itself like so many villain fights were these days thanks to everyone having a camera to capture it in real-time, rather it was one of a massive man fleeing from the scene. That told her that either for once, there wasn't anyone present to take pictures or film it, or more likely seeing her current company, that any photos of the fight would contradict the narrative the paper wanted to push.
“That’s what the papers call in. I looked into it on the way here and he’s remained in the area where he was last sighted, northern Fukushima.” Nine replied as Makihara took a second to study the image himself and if he was honest, the guy was huge, far larger than any of the punks he had the bad luck to tackle.
“He certainly looks tough.” He thought aloud as the weather manipulator nodded.
“He is, I wouldn’t be lying if I said he was in the running for the second if not strongest person in the group overall.” At that, Midoriya looked at the man in shock, a look shared by Makihara who had witnessed his power first-hand, the same as their youngest member.
“Stronger than you?” Midoriya wondered if that was possible, for Nine-the sky was no limit but rather a source of power. What could trump the might of a man that could create city-spanning thunderstorms and shatter entire skyscrapers with a single powerful bolt of lightning from the heavens?
“Yes.” Nine didn’t hesitate, he never did but Midoriya had expected some pause. Looking back at the photo, he listened in as Nine explained things further. “And because of that, he’s most likely to strike first and ask questions later so we can’t approach him like we approached the two of you.”
Hasaki couldn’t help but chuckle. “When Midoriya approached me, I was busy fighting against drugged out of their morons, and that was before Hawks showed up.” The two looked at them, a little more interested in hearing that tale as to escape Hawks was no small feat, not when he has one of the highest capture rates of all pros, with only Endeavour and All Might higher than him and that had literal decades to refine their craft and stack the odds in their favor.
“Sounds like you had a fun route getting here.” Nine noted as Midoriya shook his head, before telling him a cliff notes version of how things went before, they managed to find that cabbage salesman.
“It kinda was, even if the night ended in a weir-!” Hisaki covered his mouth with her hair, shooting him a red-faced glare.
“They don’t need to hear that part!” He pouted underneath the hair gag; he wasn't so stupid as to tell them that part! He would have cut off at the sewers and left out details on where they hid for the night.
Nine suspected that there was more going on, but if they weren't going to tell him what, he'd drop it as it must have not been important. “Moving on,” Hisaki took a breath of relief as the man changed the subject back to the important stuff. “From what I could dig up, he’s physically the strongest of us, with base strength easily able to keep most pros off his back, but that also means that we don’t want to take hits from him.” She nodded there, as she knew her limits and strengths and while her hair was incredibly versatile, she was physically slightly above the average woman.
“Is it because he’s a mutant?” She and the rest looked towards Midoriya, who was studying the picture in Makihara’s hands.
“Pardon?” Nine asked him, raising an eyebrow.
Midoriya frowned, thinking of what he had witnessed when he was looking for Hisaki. “The fact he’s being hunted, does it have to do with him being a mutant?” He saw that the apparent victims of his attack were all human-looking, with not a single quirk feature on them. “Back in Fukuoka, I saw that they seemed to get more attention, the bad kind.” Now that he thought about it, was this common?
It seemed like it was as even the All Might cartoons he watched growing up always had him going up against nameless or short-lived villains, but what was always consistent was that it was either people in costumes that made them look like monsters or mutant actors. It seemed strange that a show about fighting evil and doing right never featured villains that didn't look like mutants. Even at his old school-none his classmates were mutants. Oh sure, they could change their features like he would, but those changes weren't permanent, or they were hard to discern from a distance.
When did he last have a mutant classmate…he couldn’t remember.
Nine could assume that his first recruit was starting to unravel uncomfortable truths, so he decided to help him figure things out. "That is certainly part of it, Heteromorphs face the worst of the outdated thinking of the masses, as their inherent non-human appearances make it easy to label them as 'other'." He had never had friends, but he wasn’t blind to what he had witnessed time and time again growing up by himself.
Hisaki nodded at that, as she didn't remember how many times she was told by management to 'keep an eye' on someone that they claimed looked shifty when the only thing different about them was that they had polka dot skin, deer antlers or looked like the most lifelike furry costume out there. Even when she used to live with her dad, if she wasn’t the one that was isolated, it was the mutant kids that people always thought were up to something, or just as scary as she was.
“And for people like is, being labeled that is just a nice way of saying ‘treat them like dirt.’” Makihara’s eyes narrowed as he had been on one too many encounters like that when someone decided he didn’t belong where he was, and tried to get him to leave and when he defended himself against their bullshit, somehow that just proved their idiotic points which started a self-feeding cycle.
"Regardless, we'll be leaving in a couple of days, after we gather some supplies and get to know each other a little better." Nine got up, the conversation ending with his unsaid command as he started to walk off. “Follow me, I have a place we can stay out for the meantime.” They nodded as they followed after him, Midoriya grabbing the camping light as they went.
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They remained in the area for a couple of days, gathering supplies and getting to know one another, so Midoriya was both able to get some new notebooks, and also ask them all a bunch of questions which they felt weird about but went along with them they saw how giddy he would get as he wrote them down and fell into his little world theories about what they could do, some theories out there, some not that bad and some surprisingly close to the mark.
But they didn’t stay long as while the safehouse Nine had was big and off the grid, they had one last person to find so they parked their stuff, made sure that they had winter supplies and made the trip up north to Fukushima city, or at least close to it as they found themselves in Felu City. Stepping into the city proper, the group looked to be quite the bunch as Hasaki and Makihara had taken to wearing thick winter coats much like everyone one at this frigid time of year, but Nine and Midoriya dressed the same.
“Midoriya I can get, the boy’s a walking volcano, but how are you not freezing your ass off? You’re dressed like a surfer dude about to hit the damn waves.” Hasaki asked, as even with the coat, she was shivering as Makihara was using his quirk underneath his to add extra layers.
As a breeze passed on by, fluttering their hair, Nine replied. “I don’t mind the cold and wind, but we should focus on tracking down Chimera, which means we need information.” He sounded almost whimsical as he said the first part, but fell right back to business mode.
“We split up and ask around?” Midoriya guessed as he fed Koharu a piece of meat, the snake secured around his neck like a living scarf.
“That’s the idea, but be cautious, he’s been living here for at least 3 years so people are likely to have an extremely negative opinion of him.” Nine replied.
“Don’t dig too deep too fast to avoid suspicion, got it.” Makihara nodded as they broke off, being able to walk freely as while all of them had records, they weren’t so big for people to recognise them without cause, nor was it likely that local cops and pros were made aware of them seeing how none of them were even from the prefecture. Still, they walked cautiously, keeping an eye out for anyone following them or paying them undue attention.
With Izuku, he hummed a mantra he learned while attending the shrine, swinging his arms and skipping as he went, appearing to all the world as a happy middle schooler just enjoying the winter day in his strange way, which he kinda was as his excitement stemmed from the chance to not only make a new friend but also learn all about his quirk. Just thinking about it made him smile a little wider as he wondered what it would be like to fight him. Nine already told them he was strong, possibly the strongest of them but he couldn't help but want to pit his wonderful flames against his beastly strength.
Koharu agreed on that front, as it was only natural for two top predators to want to test one another, but first, they'd need to find him which was why he walked up his first person and asked some questions, framing it as his family moving to town the other day because his dad got a new job and how he heard the rumors. He didn't get much at first, so he tried to approach those with visible mutations but as he figured, they were wary of even talking to him as he only got lucky when he flagged down a woman with a green and yellow duck bill for a mouth.
"Excuse me, mam, but might I ask you some questions?" The woman barely turned to face him, already dismissing him.
"No, I'm not going to buy whatever it is you're selling and I won't go to whatever place of worship you attend." She turned to get on with her day as he stepped in front of her.
Lifting his hand, he counted on his fingers. “One, one should always go to temple, I know a really good one but that’s not what I wanted to ask. My family moved to town the other day and I heard some rumors about this...Chimera guy, are they true?” He did his best to make it sound like he didn’t know that much, and was merely asking out of regular curiosity.
Recognition flashed in the woman's eyes as he used the man's media-given villain name. “Old Kon? Yeah, he’s as bad as the papers say. Always has been.”
"Did you know him?" He couldn’t help himself after hearing how she phrased that response, lucky for him she didn’t seem to take it as too personal.
“Know of him. We went to the same middle school and he was always getting into trouble. I don’t think there wasn’t a week when he wasn’t called to the principal’s office for one thing or the other.” She seemed to be thinking of those days, whatever it entailed. Still, this was good, he hadn't thought he'd run into an old classmate and Chimera, much less one that would openly speak of it. He couldn't waste this chance to learn.
Shaking her head, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes, placing one between her duck-billed lips. Reaching for her lighter, she continued. “Damn shame too, when he wasn’t getting into fights or scaring the shit outta people, he has some of the best grades in class, might have made something of himself he applied himself.”
As she lit her cancer stick and took a deep drag at it, Midoriya memorized that little titbit of information, feeling a little kinship to Ch-Kon as he too had some of the best grades before he had to leave. “A rebel with good grades?”
She snorted as she puffed out a cloud of smoke, the boy unaffected by it due to a byproduct of his quirk. "Please, rebel implies he was fighting because something he did was just to hurt and scare people." She seemed dismissive of him, but less in the way he was used to seeing from others about him and more…forced, like she didn’t believe the whole story but was keeping that suspicion to herself.
"He got kicked out of our middle school in our second year. I heard he was kicked from his old one and the next one after that. I don't even know if he managed to keep it together long enough to finish high school." That was…concerning, even before quirks, Japan made it mandatory for all children to receive an education up to a high school level. And after gaining superpowers, the government doubled down on that.
All that made being kicked out of school incredibly difficult unless a student really messed up, it was the reason that despite what people thought of him, he had never faced more than detentions and some suspensions. So, the question is what could have Kon possibly done on at least 3 separate occasions to be booted from a school?
There was more as well, as even as the woman said that, she seemed to be as critical of the decision as he was, which made sense as she seemed to have known him, even if from a distance. If he was truly so bad that he was kicked out of school, surely her opinions of him would match what he had already heard but they didn’t. Which only got him more invested in this.
“I heard that he was involved in a really big fight the other day, was that normal for him?”
"Back in middle school? Oh yeah, the guy was always in the middle of shit. Recently? No, he's fallen off the radar for a while, doesn't talk to people much and only comes to town to buy shit and leave, at least that's what I've heard." She replied, a bit of her confusion leaking into her words as he could see where she was coming from. It sounded like Kon became a recluse, so why go into town to pick another fight?
There was something he felt he was missing. No, there was something definitely missing, entire pieces of this puzzle and till he got them, he wouldn't say what was going on. "So, you have no idea why he would have gotten into a fight? Maybe something from the past?”
She seemed to think about it, hesitating on if she should tell him but, in the end, she spoke up. “Well…There was one rumor I heard, but I’ve never confirmed it myself.” He leaned closer.
"Anything would be great, after all, the more I know, the more I can plan to avoid him, right?" If this was a rumor, perhaps he could try and track down someone who knew more.
“I heard from a family friend that at his new school, he got into another fight. That was pretty bad too as he beat one kid so badly, he ended up in the hospital.” She replied, which sounded pretty bad.
“I see,” He thought about what he had learned before turning to leave. “Thank you, enjoy your day!”
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He didn't get much luck after that, as like before people either didn't speak with him, repeated that he already knew or just added their spin on it, most seeing him as nothing more than a villain with the older folk seeming to believe he was bad from the start, which only made him believe them less.
‘That boy? He’s nothing but trouble.’
‘He should have been locked up years ago.’
‘The heroes are slacking off if that monster is still around.’
Every time he heard that, or some version of it, he felt his heart beat faster, and his blood quite literally boil. They all sounded absolute, they all sounded so sure of themselves and their opinions. They all sounded like what people said about him. It only got worse when he stopped an older woman, clearly in her late 50s at best as she went to enter her car to ask as she had her opinions, to say the least.
“Kon? That beast? You’ll do well to avoid him any chance you get. He’s been nothing but trouble ever since he was a boy and because of him, my son’s dreams were ruined.” She heatedly replied with anger from long ago which had never abated coming to the surface.
Hering this, he knew that he was getting somewhere, but he still needed more info. “Your son? Was he one of the people that were attacked by him that the news reported about?”
The woman snarled with enough hate that he took a step back, his arms raised to appease her as Koharu tightened her hold on him, her eyes locked onto this possible threat but the mood passed as the older woman managed to get herself under control, most likely remembering that he's not Kon, merely a kid that wanted info to keep themselves safe, at least as far as she knew.
“Not this time, but when they were teens. They attended the same school with my boy on track to be like his father and uncle and become a pro-hero. But that monster,” She spat out the word like it was rotten and dirty. “Shattered the bones in his leg and despite how much money we poured into treatments and specialists, the bones never healed right.” Oh, that must have been a pretty bad fight as that kind of damage couldn't just happen, there had to have been intent. The only question was what was the reasoning? The context?
The woman continued; her earlier ire hadn't abated at all as she used the chance to just unload her frustration on him. “If they had thrown that beast of a child away for it, I would have said good riddance, instead all they did was expel him from the school!” All he did was blink, keeping his piece while she said hers. “I sit on the city council and they still decided that my reasonable demands to get a dangerous monster behind bars were too extreme!”
“Any idea why he did that?” Her glare could have melted him on the spot, which wasn’t him being figurative as her eyes started to glow red from whatever quirk she had and he wasn’t keen on finding out if it was either just glowing eyes or laser beams so he quickly threw up his hands in surrender and quickly explained himself. “I mean, even wild animals have reasons for why they bite, fear, anger, that sort of thing! If I know what set him off, then I can’t avoid him, I don’t accidentally anger him.”
Her glare didn't lessen as she looked him over, taking in what must have looked like a frail frame thanks to how loose and baggy his clothes were, her frown added that she thought him an idiot for wearing summer clothing in the middle of winter but she didn't say more as her eyes started glowing, the power of whatever her quirk was falling back to where it came.
Koharu called him an idiot for pushing his luck so close to the edge it might as well try and rent more space, but she brought it as she continued to explain. “They got into an argument as boys tend to do, but the monster had the gall to insist that my angel started it, that he was a bully which was the most insane thing I had ever heard! My boy was the star of the class, his teachers had nothing but praise for him ever since elementary school. For that idiot to lie and say he was the problem was an insult I still can't even comprehend."
If he was anyone else, that would sound reasonable enough, but he wasn't anyone else. He was himself and he knew very well that being seen as the best didn't mean he was the best. Kon also had good grades yet not a single person outside one even mentioned it. Why? Because he was the problem child. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he was projecting but dammit, he needed to know! Maybe this star pupil was at fault, maybe he wasn’t. He wouldn’t know unless he spoke with them both and got the full story.
But he had pushed things too far so he needed to back off, but as Nine had told him earlier-he couldn’t be too quick about that either, he needed to end this conversation as normally as he could. “It must have been a terrible day; I hope that your son managed to recover enough to lead a happy life.”
"As happy as he can be with his dream destroyed, he became a policeman instead but I don't know his schedule." That wasn't the end of the world, but he kept that to himself. People who tended to aim for the hero course were a lot like Bakugo and the rest, glory-hungry.
“It’s fine, thank you for this, it was very informative.” With that, he left her to head about his day. He remained silent for a few minutes, putting distance between them as he crossed a street corner, with it being pretty empty of people, he decided it was a good time to discuss what they had learned. "What do you think about this, Koharu? You think she knew more than she was letting on?" She wobbled her head, her response clear.
“Figures, if the school was covering for him, they wouldn’t tell his mom. If nothing else, they wouldn’t know if she sides with them and they wouldn't want an apparent city councilwoman on them." Not to mention this was all based on the idea that Kon was the victim in this but as much as he wished to see it like that, he had to force himself to remain open to the other possibility.
“The only problem is we got more info, but also more questions.” Looking up at the cloud-filled sky, he wondered what he was to do now. Should he seek out this cop and ask him about it, check any local records?
His thoughts of his next step were interrupted when he saw several police cars shoot by, their flights and sirens on. Following them were more cars, one of them having a costumed person in them, wait, was that a hero? Were the rest of the cars carrying heroes? That was strange, what could they be rushing off to in such numbers? Walking up to a couple that seemed to be discussing it, he posed his question. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“They’re moving out to arrest someone, and with this many pros, it’s probably gonna be a wash.” No kidding, he counted at least 9 pros all heading towards the same place, and that included having at least 20 cops.
“Who?”
“Chimera-Hey, where are you going?” He didn’t listen more to the man as he turned on his heel and sprinted off, his body heating up as he pushed himself to go faster in the direction that the pros and cops had gone.
‘Darn it, I can’t let them get to him,’ He knew that Kon was strong, but there was a small army heading his way, he couldn't he expected to fight against all of them, not to mention he was a local, they knew what he could do and most assuredly planned for it! ‘I just hope that the others have noticed as well because this will be a fight.’ His thoughts were answered when Makihara, who had been running along the rooftops, jumped down to his level.
“You noticed it too, good.” He didn’t slow down, nor did Midoriya but he was surprised that he had caught on so fast.
“How-!”
"Heard some cops talking about it. They've been planning this for the last couple of days. They gave up more information after I asked." He answered his question before he could finish asking it, though Midoriya didn’t think for a second that they would have just given up all that willingly, Midoriya didn't ask if that meant he killed them and just focused on the here and now and states they need to get there fast.
And we're at the end of the chapter. I wanted to put in the actual encounter with Kon here, but that was cut for time. Don't worry though, he'll very much in the next chapter as Midoriya and the rest recruit their last member. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did-please leave a comment and follow it.
