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🕑 Added 2020-10-11 13:46:07 +0000 UTCWell, I will say that I am still working on the chapter. Just reading some stuff to get back into the writing mood and stuff. Also here is some juicy content for you piranhas lol
The UA Confrontation and Villain Status Update
“Today, we will review the rate of crime occurring within Japan.” The same officials that discussed the matter with Garou and the League of Villains congregated in the same room for their weekly meetings to discuss the current status of Japan.
“The crime rate in our nation had surprisingly decreased by a tremendous seven percent the past two months. The number of Villains continued to decrease each and every day, most of them apprehended by the police due to… ugh, The Hero Hunter… or should we call him the Villain Hunter these days?” One of them asked, an elder with wrinkles and sporting red hair.
“No, he might kill us if we call him the Villain Hunter. Leave it as Hero Hunter until we are sure our lives are secure.” Another jokingly waved his hand in rejection to the proposal.
Everyone else nodded at his words, knowing full well the temper of the Hero Hunter.
“Although, all of the villains finished by Garou’s hands are… broken. Not just their bodies, their minds as well. They could be compared with the patients in an asylum. They now fear Garou’s name.” Another one spoke with concern.
“Yes. If this continues, Garou’s actions will jeopardize our image as peacekeepers. We need to convince him to minimize his brutalities, and from there, change his ways for the better. However, it would prove very laborious in the end. That would be the job for those of UA and the heroes.”
“Indeed. If they manage to succeed in converting the Hero Hunter into a proper Hero, he will become a powerful ally against the forces of evil.”
The room remained silent, each of those at the table staring down at the desk in various positions.
“...it's stupendous, don't you think? That the very man who crushed the pillar of peace would become the man who would take its place.” One of them said as he gave a small laugh.
“...The Breaker of Heroes, The One Who Defeated All Might, Shatterer of Peace, Nightmare of Heroes, … who knew that the man who gained so many of these villainous titles would fight for justice in the end?”
Everyone present started to chuckle lightheartedly at the prospect of the greatest threat to the world aiding the world itself in its own way.
The room was quiet, a large rectangular table composed of durable polymer and wood occupied by All Might the skeleton, Tsukihana The Demon Landlord, and Nezu the mouse bear.
The light overhead was dim, barely enough to illuminate the entire room, leaving specks of shadow lingering around the corners. The ambiance surrounding each of them was critically dire, each expressing a face of stark focus that the room was pressurized with invisible energy.
“Today, we will continue discussing the most important topic in this secret meeting.”
Nezu said as he slipped a large scroll, a… blueprint bearing an abstract costume design of sorts. One that was about Garou’s size.
“Designing a hero costume for Garou.” Nezu with a shadow covering his face, his expression one the most serious it could be in his years as the principal of UA.
“I do believe young Garou would be quite resistant to this idea.”
All Might remained still as he looked around the table.
“He would be livid. Absolutely furious. But never fear, he will wear it. I’ll make sure of it.” The landlord assured with an absolute, dominant tone.
“It is time he gives up that monster costume once and for all.” She swore as if it was the last thing she’ll do, her aura rousing the tense atmosphere.
Nezu nodded wistfully in response. Garou’s current ‘monster costume’ was quite intimidating… no, even terrifying would be too tame to describe it. And would not work as a hero outfit. He would need a ‘redesign’ before they enroll Garou to UA as a transfer senior, to teach Garou their ways of heroism in hopes of changing him for the better.
“Therefore, we must formulate a design that… expresses his character, his identity to the fullest, without frightening the citizens. Even the slightest mistake would prove fatal should he find the costume unfit in any way.”
“The problem is that we do not have a good grasp on Garou’s character as a whole. We do not understand him enough to design a proper costume that emulates him.” All Might pointed out.
The three paused, contemplating in the dim light, shadows still masking their faces in their rumination.
“...I think I know someone who would be more than happy to help us.” Tsukihana said upon remembering a certain someone.
“Who would that be, Ms. Shinjitsu?” Nezu asked.
“Someone who was with him during the first day he arrived.”
The next day…
“Hello!” A certain silver-haired boy, with shining stars levitating behind his back, smiled at the three in the room with his ahoge wagging left and right in innocent jubilation. They had all gathered in the same room, only with one additional member.
All Might and Nezu looked at the boy with unreadable miens, the silver lights behind his back lighting the dimly lit room banishing the shadows shrouding their visage.
“I made sure his Sensei did not follow him. I didn’t tell him about designing a hero costume yet to avoid suspicion.” Tsukihana assured the two that Garou did not follow him.
“Hero costume?” Ghin tilted his head confused.
“Auntie, why are you snooping with All Might and Mr. Mouse Bear like you’re dealing shady drugs?” Ghin asked, using painfully accurate metaphors to describe the shadiness of their activities.
The adults all shared a look for a moment, before turning back to the boy.
“Well my boy, we are… planning to create a hero costume. For Garou.”
All Might’s skeletal face looked down on the boy, with a smile playing across his lips.
The boy’s smile instantly straightened into a thin line, an unreadable mien in response to their revelation. However, the lights behind him turned static yellow, indicating his current mood.
“Aniki will explode like a thousand dying suns, you know? He absolutely hates wearing hero costumes. He finds it ridiculous and stupid.” Ghin said with a not-so-childish tone to emphasize the direness of their choice.
They all nodded. There was no way Garou would allow them to even think about creating a outfit for him. The consequences would be dire.
“He would rather die than wear one. And I agree on hero costumes looking stupid a little. His monster costume is infinitely cooler than any hero outfit.” Ghin added in support of Garou’s current monster costume. The lights behind him turned into a dim grey, indicating his displeasure with the three’s secret plot.
Nezu began stroking his chin. While Garou’s monster form was terrifying for his foes, prolonged usage will lead to dire consequences. It was far too much for the public.
“Think of it as an exchange. He has been training a few heroes in his ways. Now we can at least introduce him to some of ours.”
“…” the lights behind Ghin brightened up, changing to brighter grey.
“He will still be pissed as hell,” Ghin pointed out.
“Which is why we need your help to make sure he won’t ‘explode like a thousand exploding suns’ when we introduce our surprise. You’re the only one who knew Garou best, Ghin. Please… help us impress your Big Brother.” Tsukihana pleaded to her nephew, with as a motherly tone as possible.
Ghin pursed his lips. It was a first hearing his aunt trying to act as a parent, though it held little effect on him since she did it to request for his aid.
“...…fine. I will help.” Ghin narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharpening from a child’s to that of a… serious adult’s. It was a first for the three to see a young child possessing such eyes, Tsukihana especially despite her raising him for so long.
“Show me what you got so far. I better make sure aniki won’t kill you guys at least.” Ghin pointed at All Might and Nezu.
“You two will die gruesome deaths most likely should your plan fail. He won’t kill auntie though.” He added.
All Might and Nezu both looked down on the boy, both their faces lined with a thin smile. While they believed the boy was exaggerating, there was no doubt that Garou would be extremely displeased, to say the least. Nevertheless, they were both mildly curious as to what ideas Garou’s young disciple had for his costume.
Nezu rolled up the blueprint on the table for the disciple to see, a simple prototype, a mask, gloves, boots, and a cape for a reference. Ghin climbed atop of the table due to his small size to take a look at their current design, and the moment he laid his eyes on it…
Without warning, Ghin blasted the paper with his Quirk, incinerating the blueprint in holy fire while punching scorching holes in the table… and melted a hole through the floor as the paper caught fire with flames licking the hole. He shocked the three present with his erratic action and use of violence.
“What the hell is this? Are you trying to experience ‘death by Garou’? This is horrendous, an insult. Are your lives that worthless to you?” Ghin demanded answers as if he witnessed the greatest heresy in his life.
Taken aback by the boy’s sudden outburst, the two brush themselves off. The principal looked over at Ghin, the boy standing over him due to the table.
“Do you have any ideas then?”
“Lose the mask. He hates masks. And the cape. The design is stupid and generic. There’s no individuality in it. You are thinking too much on making him appealing to the public. You are supposed to represent him as something more than just another poser playing hero. You’re supposed to illustrate him like a Symbol.” Ghin started lecturing the principal with a serious tone, as if he was a teacher scolding a student ironically.
“His theme should be a wolf. A… Ohhh, a god slaying wolf! Like Fenrir!” He continued as his tone took a more childish turn befitting his age.
“For such a young boy to know the nordic tale of Fenrir…”
Nezu looked at the young boy, impressed by his knowledge of a subject most his age wouldn’t know a thing about. Next to the principal, All Might remained silent for a moment, before chuckling and nodding in agreement.
“A god slaying wolf? That definitely does sound like young Garou. You’ve chosen a good name. Let’s hope Garou agrees.”
“Yeah yeah. Give him some wolf fur, some tattoos, tribal. Make it menacing, and awesome. Leave his face alone, Garou hates masks. Oh, oh, give him a coooool scarf like Garou’s monster costume, but this one with runes on it, saying ‘discipline’, ‘strength’, ‘will’, and so on. The runes will be blood red in color preferably, though still pending. What else…” Ghin started ranting, ignoring All Might and Nezu as he continued giving out his ideas.
“Maybe etch images of Skjoll and Hati as well on his arms, a wolf eating the sun on one arm and the moon on the other. Black claws emanating death on his hands if possible, and… oh! Bandages on his arms, giving him a martial god kind of feel to it! Anything that gives him the image of a martial artist that attained pinnacle enlightenment!” Ghin continued with zeal.
Nezu and All Might continued listening, becoming more and more overwhelmed by the boy’s eagerness and fanaticism. He really seemed like he had this planned out.
Nezu had a look of consideration as he listened to the details for Garou’s costume. Giving Garou a costume and Hero name was a start. But how would they properly introduce him? They couldn’t have him assisting old women across streets or rescuing cats from trees. He had a… reputation, after all.
“Do you have any more suggestions for young Garou’s outfit?”
All Might stood still, imagining the outfit on Garou himself. He would actually need to see Garou wearing it before he gained a full opinion. But he could certainly picture it being quite unique and intimidating. He could only smile at seeing Garou’s young disciple continue to put forth more and more ideas. Such dedication and zeal.
“Some martial theme added! Not a monk, but a fierce Eastern warrior! Mixed with the Nordic design! Might need to show some bare skin, no armor allowed. Light clothes in general.” Ghin continued.
Quickly, Nezu pulled out a notepad and began writing on it. As All Might peered over, he could see the Principal noting down all of Ghin’s design suggestions. And it was a very, very long list of suggestions. Nezu kept flicking his gaze back up to Ghin as more ideas kept coming.
“As for his pants, make them like martial arts pants and stuff like he always wear, but cooler. Not sure about the shoes, but make it like his Tai Chi slippers or sneakers.”
Ghin continued ranting his ideas throughout the night, sharpening the principal’s vision of Garou’s ideal costume, as the man himself was posing in front of a mirror… wearing a UA school uniform. Absolutely pissed that his landlord actually convinced him to even attend high school in the first place.
Introduction to the senior class
Inside the UA school building, the room containing the third years was abuzz with activity. People talking, laughter and murmurs all pervaded the room. There was a reason the class was so active.
“Yes, yes. Please everyone calm down.”
Snipe was stood at the teacher’s podium at the front of the class with one hand up, attempting to contain the topic of conversation. The muttering slowly died down, and Snipe took that as a signal to continue.
“As I was saying, we’ve been informed by Principal Nezu that we’d be receiving an additional student today. According to the Principal, they’d never had any form of Hero education, but they showed extreme promise. Thus, they’ve skipped the years they would have had to undergo. And obtained a hero license through inconvenient means.”
The class began moaning and complaining slightly at this.
“Aw, come on!”
“We had to suffer through Second and First years! Why shouldn’t they?”
“How much promise does this student have?”
Question after question bombarded Snipe as he stood there, watching the class descend into anarchy again. Silently waiting for them to finish their raucous chorus, he stood there silent throughout the ordeal. He had also been given sparse information regarding this new transfer. He must be quite the up-and-comer for a personal recommendation by the Principal himself.
As the classroom slowly grew more quiet, Snipe continued yet again. As he spoke, he shook his head.
“I don’t know much. All I do know is that they should be joining us sometime soon.”
A few quick, terse raps at the door indicated that they had arrived. And what timing too! Snipe turned his head over to the door and could see a vague shadow on the other side of the door. He gestured for them to enter.
“Please. Come in.”
Entering the room, the shadowy figure emerged under the ceiling light, his visage gradually revealing itself until…
“Yo, Mr. Gas Mask.” A very familiar voice greeted Snipe’s ears. One that he never expected to hear in this very room.
Mirio and Tamaki also widened their eyes, as their knees trembled under their desks. Hado on the other hand reacted with surprise, much more positive than Snipe and her fellow two friends.
Snipe had to rub the lenses on his gas mask to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. If he was correct, then Garou had just entered his classroom. Wearing a UA uniform no less. Under his mask, his mouth gaped like a fish on dry land.
Some in the room clearly didn’t recognize who had just entered their class. Some girls were clearly checking him out, while some of the guys looked on in envy. The new student was ripped, much more than even Mirio despite being skinnier. However, there were those who had recognised who he was instantly.
“You… you…” Mirio stuttered, unsure whether to utter his name to the class.
“My name is Bang, Bang Silverfang. My favorite hobby is martial arts and food, and my… Quirk is called none-of-your-business. Nice to meet you.” ‘Bang’ gave his introduction to the class, with his ever present frown on his face.
A moment of silence passed. All eyes were on this new ‘student’. The murmuring that Snipe had tried to stop started up again, as friend whispered to friend.
“Isn’t he a bit aggressive?”
“Ooooh, he’s so cooool!”
“I swear he looks familiar…”
The unaware continued mumbling and whispering, as those who knew could only stare in muted shock. Was the Principal trying to kill them? Never mind Garou. The stress would end them at this rate.
Snipe shakily took up his place back at the podium after Garou’s introduction to the class. He looked around the class and could easily see those who knew his identity. Steeling himself, he took a white-knuckled grip of the podium.
“W-well… welcome to our class Bang. P-please take a seat wherever.”
“Stop jittering. You're supposed to be a hero. I don't know what you're afraid of, but have some dignity.” ‘Bang’ lectured Snipe before narrowing his eyes in a glare, and walking away to his seat… next to Mirio and Hado.
Mirio watched with wide, shocked eyes. His gaze remained locked onto Garou as he approached. He could clearly see Garou returning his stare tenfold. His grip on his pen increased, making a loud crack as the pen split. What was Garou doing here? Was this some kind of trick or test of his?
On the other end of the spectrum, Hado watched Garou approach with interest, her curiosity peaked. He reminded her so much of that young boy. She smiled happily at the thought. Maybe they’re brothers! She sent a friendly smile over towards Bang.
Tamaki had only watched the new student enter the room. The closer he got to his seat near them, the further away Tamaki turned, until he was facing 180 degrees away from the new student. He would occasionally cast a nervous glance over in his direction.
Snipe waited for Garou to take his seat before starting the lesson, although he was deterred when Garou lifted his legs and rested them on the desk. Already he was giving him trouble with misconduct, yet he could not bring the courage to tell him off.
“What are you waiting for? Start.” Garou demanded impassively.
“Ahem. Y-yes of course.”
The gunslinger hero coughed audibly in an attempt to soothe his nerves. Why was Garou even here? What could he hope to teach the Hero-Hunter?
“As I was saying… We have the Cultural Festival coming up. Do we have any idea for what everyone would like to do?”
Hands immediately rose up in suggestion as Snipe pointed at them one by one to hear their ideas. Garou surprisingly being one of them.
“Cafe!”
“Haunted House!”
“Theatre!”
“Martial Tournament.” A new voice spoke out.
The raised hands all seemed to wilt at such an unorthodox suggestion. A tournament? A few heads nodded in agreement. The intone of the proposal was a suggestion that promised fun.
On the other hand, it did seem like it could be quite dangerous. Most of the eyes of the class fell on the ‘Big 3’. Besides, most of the class acknowledged that it would ultimately come down to one of those three.
“A tournament… maybe that could work! Would there be any rules?”
Hado seemed somewhat enthusiastic. She turned to face Garou, asking him for any more of his details.
“One on one in a square arena. There will be a tournament bracket, and the pairings will be determined by lottery. Knockouts are allowed if the loser went past the line. Quirks are allowed of course, and major or irreparable injuries are taboo. Questions?” Garou asked, turning his head to see… Hado’s innocent smiling face. His eye twitched upon seeing that face, it reminded him of the rabbit a bit too much.
After hearing such detailed rules, more and more students began agreeing. It did seem like quite a unique idea. Surely no one else would have such an idea. Snipe could only watch as Garou seemed to be usurping his class after about thirty seconds. Despite wearing the mask, he began massaging his temples. He was glad no one could see his expression under his mask.
“So is your consensus on the tournament clear?”
“Yeah!!!” Came the now-enthused cries of the class.
Snipe could only sigh and go along with their choice for now. Suddenly he just remembered a crucial requirement for third years, and Garou didn’t possess one.
“Oh yes. I almost forgot. Ga-... Bang. Since you have just entered the class, let me be the first to tell you. Third year students typically spend large portions of time under another Hero as an intern.”
“Hah?” ‘Bang’ responded with utter confusion, along with a bulging vein under the skin of his head.
“Are you screwing with me?” He threatened. At least, it seemed like he threatened.
“I am not. It gives the students valuable real-world experience as Heroes. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind right?”
Snipe’s tone gradually became more and more sarcastic as he went along. He was aware that Garou wouldn’t attempt to intern anywhere. Still… He had to try.
“Surely you must have a Hero in mind?”
“...” The first hero that came to mind was the rabbit, grinning widely and smothering him with hugs. His body visibly shuddered from the image.
“No, I… don't think so. Give me some time.” Garou tersely replied.
The gunslinger nodded in acknowledgment. The fact that Garou hadn’t straight up said ‘No’ was a good sign at least.
“Well don’t delay it too long. We’ll need your choice by the end of the week.”
The Incarnation of Death and Fear grumbled with displeasure upon hearing that. Snipe could tell he would rather die or something than intern at the places of heroes he mostly offed.
“If you can’t think of any, we’ll just have to choose one for you…”
“Don't.” Garou’s tone emanates warning.
Snipe held up his hands in mock surrender. The rest of the class could only watch this interesting back and forth between their teacher and the new student.
“Anything else in today’s schedule?” Garou asked Snipe as if demanding to get this over with. Snipe could discern Garou’s impatience with school and lessons, thus, he wished to end the day as soon as possible without further trouble.
“No. Today is a study session. You can all discuss the details of the Cultural Festival and the plans for the tournament.”
Snipe waved as he began to walk out of the classroom. He could feel his legs shaking. He entered the hallway and could hear the chatter in the room start. He leant up against one wall to support himself. He’d need to talk to Nezu about this. What was the Principal thinking? Talking with the Incarnation of Death and Fear, no, just by standing near him was bad for his health alone.
Within the classroom, Garou was surrounded by his new… classmates. It was… a very strange feeling, as the last time he was surrounded by this many his own age in a school setting was when Tacchan turned the other kids against him. It irked him, as his hands reflexively tensed into fists, preparing to drive off the students around him should they repeat his trauma… but…
“Hey man! What do you do with your hair? Any product?” One student pointed at his wild, spiky hair of silver.
“So where are you from?”
“Will you really not tell us about your Quirk?”
Questions bombarded him one after another. The mysterious new student had drawn a lot of attention and had created even more questions due to his rebellious nature.
Only Mirio, Tamaki, and Hado knew so much about his ‘Quirk’, which was a thousand times more illogical than any Quirk to say the least.
“....” Garou paused at the change of treatment, a complete 180 turn of his days in elementary school. It was… strangely pleasant… peaceful. Is this how it feels to be one of the normies?
Mirio could see his eyes widening, his reaction that of a man caught off guard by the collective personalities of his class.
“...” Without a word, Garou removed his legs from the desk, and slowly laced his fingers around the edge. He lifted the desk up… as if was as light as a feather, holding it high above his head without any sign of strenuous effort whatsoever. His face remained impassive, calm, breathing as if he was just lifting his arm.
The questions stopped as they watched his ‘display’. They waited with bated breath. Already people had begun to develop their theories on his Quirk. Potentially some kind of strength enhancer? Maybe weight manipulation? They couldn’t be sure.
“You have three guesses. Guess right, and I will confess. Guess wrong, and I will never reveal it. Ever… For today.” Garou said as if wanting to mess with the class for his own amusement. He placed his desk down on the floor to its prior condition.
Everyone put on their thinking caps. Even Mirio. This was quite an interesting challenge. Whilst everyone was so incredibly tempted to say Super-Strength, the way he worded his challenge made it seem too obvious. The problem was that there were so many Quirks, you might not even be aware of them.
One male student called out suddenly.
“Gravity Manipulation?”
“Wrong.” Garou felt like punching his face for his stupidity. As if he could do something so ridiculous.
Everyone collectively sighed. There went their best possible guess. The other choices they had were incredibly numerous. Some of the most prolific would include Weight Manipulation, Illusions, Wind Control… The list went on and on. A few students went over to the table and began analysing it carefully. Their internships had taught them the ways of the Hero quite well, especially the knowledge of Quirks and possible Quirks.
One student attempted to lift the desk, finding it exactly as heavy a desk should be. That would rule out Weight Manipulation. And there was no gust in the room. Out goes Wind Control. That still left so many other choices. The same student began rapping his knuckles against the desk. Leaning in closely, he nodded. The material of the desk hadn’t been changed either.
The class gathered in a huddle, murmuring and whispering theories and findings. Hado was enthusiastically joining in on the discussion, while Tamaki was sat over in a corner and Mirio was flicking his glance between Garou and the discussion group. He watched them debate, not joining in despite being one of the only ones aware of ‘Bang’s’ true identity.
One girl turned away from the group, everyone’s eyes following her. She walked towards Bang, happily bouncing along. She came to a stop in front of him.
“Telekinesis!”
“Wrong. Do I even look like an Esper?” Garou asked as he scoffed at her answer.
She could only shrug as she returned to the group and continued the discussion. That had been an… interesting statement from Bang. Esper? Was that his term for those kinds of Quirks? Irregardless, he didn’t possess any form of telekinesis or anything like that. Racking their brains, they couldn’t come up with anything at all. They all collectively threw their hands into the air as they gave up.
“I dunno, Illusions?”
A different female student made the final guess. Everyone was hoping that she was correct.
“Very wrong. And your chances are up.” Bang now seemed pissed when she labeled it as a ‘parlor trick’.
Everyone’s hopes dropped as they heard Bang’s cruel admission of their failure. They all began heading back to their individual desks, somewhat dejected.
“Just so you know, not one of them is even close. You’re far, like from earth to the moon far.” Garou added just to pour salt on their wounds.
Hado remained standing by his desk, staring at Garou.
“So you’re really not going to tell us?”
Mirio could only watch in mild anxiety as Hado was conversing with the Hero-Hunter without a care for her safety.
“Try again tomorrow and we’ll see.” Garou smirked smugly.
She stood there, humming to herself for a moment, before turning back to Bang. She had quite the curious expression on her face.
“So what Hero are you going to intern with?”
Mirio and the rest could see ‘Bang’s’ face contort with displeasure at the mention of internship.
“....no idea…”
The curious girl only further leaned in towards Bang. She had a somewhat serious expression on her face, like she was scolding a younger sibling.
“You should think about this kind of thing! It’s important for your future!”
‘Define ‘important’.’
Garou does not know how to react to that. He would normally rather die or go on a monstrous rampage than ‘intern’... normally that was. And compared to his future, he had nothing to worry about.
“Any… recommendations?” Mirio and Tamaki could practically feel the reluctance coming from his voice when he said that.
She put one finger to her chin as she thought of any heroes who would match with Bang’s personaility. He seemed to be quite rebellious. He was also quite independent. Only a few came to her mind as good suggestions.
“Hmmm. I don’t think you’d like interning for Sir Nighteye…” She turned to Mirio
“Am I right?”
“I have no idea who or what Sir Nighteye is.” Bang’s words came out unexpected.
Mirio almost shot up out of his chair in shock and disbelief.
“You don’t know who Sir Nighteye is? The former sidekick of All Might?”
“...of course he had a sidekick.” Bang muttered as he rolled his eyes at the mention of All Might.
“...what's he like?” Garou asked Mirio with great displeasure.
Mirio remained silent for a moment, his lips a thin line. He knew that Sir Nighteye would recognise Garou. Plus, with Sir’s strict nature and Garou’s ‘free spirit’, they would almost certainly come to a head.
“I don’t think you two would get along. He values humour and you need to be able to make him laugh to become his intern. I could suggest Endeavour? He used to mainly focus on fire type Quirks. That was before his… ordeal. ”
“...what a prick.” Garou commented.
“I can be funny.” He boldly declared.
Mirio rose both eyebrows in further disbelief, whilst Hado looked on in amusement.
“Tell us a joke then!”
“All Might looks like a pervert in his spandex costume.” Garou said out of the blue.
No one laughed. If that was Garou’s attempt at a joke, it had fallen completely flat. Many people in the class actually took offense to that joke. All Might had valiantly fought against Garou and talked him down, despite being broken. Hado could only offer a reassuring smile, while Garou could feel Mirio’s stare transform into a serious glare.
“...huh, he is way too popular.” Garou commented upon feeling the shift of atmosphere within the class.
In an attempt to shift the conversation away, Hado attempted another suggestion.
“How about Best Jeanist? He is one of the most popular and highly ranked heroes!”
“....” Garou could basically see Best Jeanist’s reaction in the near future, one trembling with fear and aggravation. He doubt he could do his job as a hero properly.
“That might be a good start.” Garou swore he would go there once just to drink in his reaction for fun.
Hado seemed to light up as she remembered one hero she hadn’t suggested. And their personalities did seem to be very similar. Aversion to teamwork, independence and a rebellious nature.
“How about the Rabbit Hero Mirko?”
“What?!” Bang’s reaction to the name was… unexpected. His lips contorted with shock and his face bore a certain aversion they never thought he could have.
“No way! Absolutely not! Never!” Garou rejected the idea so adamantly, Mirio and Tamaki blinked in sheer confusion. They never thought they would see THE Nightmare of Heroes showing fear. What the hell had she done to warrant such a reaction?
The young girl in front of Garou smiled as she seemed to have caught on to something. She opened her mouth to add something, but stopped mid way. She began walking back to her desk.
“I hope you’ll think about your future from now on!”
She twirled around, sending another vibrant smile his way. Only this one seemed to have some level of hidden understanding.
“Ughh…” Bang could only groan, now feeling terrible. What should he do? He came here to see if he could learn something from them, though he admitted that he was forced by the landlord to come here. Just what should…
‘...wait, why not try all of them?’ Garou thought. They all knew who he was, and they won't do anything to stop him. He could just come and go as he pleased, though his landlord will be pissed if he abused the power he held over them. He would have to settle on a hero in the end eventually. Or two… really he doesn't give a damn about the rules.
As Garou sat there contemplating his choices, the bell rung for the end of the class. All of the other students rose out of their chairs and made their way out of the room, clearly knowing where they were going.
“Oh…” Garou, now that he thought about it, he was clueless on what the schedule this class has in the first place.
“Where are they going?” Garou asked Hado as he watched them leave the room one by one.
Tamaki, Mirio and Hado all stood by the doorway, seemingly waiting for him to get up and join them. Hado gestured to him to come over, whilst Tamaki was facing the completely opposite direction and Mirio remained somewhat stoic.
“Come on! We’ve got our next class! We’ve got English!”
“English?” Garou blinked.
The next fifteen minutes…
Garou sat in another room, staring at the Cement Hero with a predatory gaze as he held an english pamphlet in his left hand, while leaning back in his chair carefree as he waited for the jittering hero to stop trembling in fear and continue his lesson.
The rest of the class seemed hard at work, writing down notes and glancing back up to the board. Even the three that seemed to be ‘escorting’ him around were studying hard. The determination of the third years could very clearly be seen.
“C-Could anyone p-please read what's w-written on the board?” Cementoss asked the class, trying his best to maintain his composure as much as possible.
“I feel like I’m standing next to a sleeping dragon.” Garou was the first to read what was written on board with perfect clarity, as if he was a native english speaker. There wasn’t even a hint of an accent in his voice.
All the students around him looked at him with impressed looks and raised eyebrows. They could tell he was good. Was he secretly a foreigner? His unknown nationality might explain the hair colour…
Garou could feel three gazes drilling into the back of his head. Turning around, he could see the usual three all staring at him. Mirio seemed somewhat impressed, Tamaki looked like he might have a panic attack at any moment and Hado seemed to be on the verge of clapping for Garou. Having his curiosity sated, ‘Bang’ turned his head back to the trembling hero, now bored with the subject he barely touched on and already mastered.
“Anything else, cement head? Do you need a day off? Your legs are visibly shaking. A symptom of an illness perhaps?” Garou asked, in perfect english, almost as if mocking the Cement Hero that he could not teach him anything else.
The students could only listen in surprise as Bang went off at their teacher, who seemed to not be reacting in any way. No punishment came his way. No verbal repercussions. Nothing. Each and every teacher seemed to be as shocked as the last to see Garou amongst their class, dressed as a student.
“N-no I b-believe that will be all Mr.Silverfang.”
“Heh. And here I thought english would be harder…” Garou commented, in english, as he placed his book down on the desk, already bored with the subject of english already.
The class remained in awe of their new addition. He seemed like the most paradoxical figure. He was brash, abrasive and rebellious. Yet he was an exemplary student, capable of so much. He had quickly become one of the most talked about people in not only the class, but the whole school. Everyone was talking about the new addition to the third years. A mysterious student with an unknown Quirk, a talented prodigy that excelled in all subjects without effort. One with great promise in becoming one of the finest heroes in the world.
When it came to gym, training period however… the subject of talk was pissed. Beyond angry, his face contorting with so much rage that they thought his anger turned him into a living furnace that can melt stone and steel with his touch alone.
“...what is this abomination?” Garou whispered as he looked at the costume in his locker. A ‘Hero Costume’. He never had a locker regarding his Hero Costume, but… the gym teacher informed that he does have a locker in his possession with his name on it, and a surprise in it. Garou had never felt such world-ending fury boiling in his veins ever since he found out that someone made a Quirk Enhancing Serum from his blood.
The other males in the locker room could feel his palpable rage emanating from his very body, as if his fury could boil the very room. They all began slowly backing away as Garou stood there, taking in what was his supposed ‘Hero Costume’. He would need to have a loooong talk with Nezu after he’s finished here.
“What’s the matter?”
One of the male students peeked his head around the lockers, getting a glimpse of Bang’s hero outfit.
“That your costume?”
Garou turned his head to the male, his bloodshot eyes emanating so much red fury that said male yelped like a frightened animal upon seeing his face, as said Hero Hunter remained silent not wanting to speak on the matter.
He returned his eyes to the costume placed in front of him, inspecting the abomination to the last detail with punitive scrutiny. In his meticulous appraisal, he caught the sight of a note hiding within the costume. He took the small, folded white paper as he opened it, reading the message within.
Hello! This is your newest Hero Costume! I helped designed it! Yep! I made sure the guys won't die or screw you at least if I pitched in should you find out their names! Wear it and try it out! Oh, and I suggest your hero name to be Fenrir! It's the name of the White God Slaying Wolf! Please let me know what you think!
Sincerely,
Your First and Greatest Disciple, Ghin. :D
“SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMP!!!” Bang roared with unprecedented ferocity to the heavens, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the building.
The girls could clearly hear it from their own locker room, whilst the boys all recoiled at his wrathful cry. What had riled him up to such extents? The face he was making was a sight to behold, like seeing a man becoming a raging demon from the fires of hell before their eyes. The sight was similar to Bakugou’s face at the end of the Sport’s Festival, but even the living bomb paled in comparison to the wrath of the new addition.
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OK dope
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Lol. good news, I think I finished my Hunter Amongst Heroes chapter. Ended it with a hilarious finisher.
Rip Ghin,man cant wait for the next ones
