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July 2144 - Start of the Summer Break
'To my dear sensei,
The summer break is finally here and I want to say that everybody at Somei is still a nobody maybe with the exception of that dumbass with the turbo legs and that they all are shallow with their dreams about becoming a hero. I mean, they all just take inspiration from all the top dogs, fantasize about them and want to become like them without thinking about dying or taking a closer look around them, it makes no fucking sense to me. Also, I might have to delay the visit to the 13th August because that turbo legged idiot thought that inviting everyone from our class to a one month long trip to Kyoto would help "relieve the stress from our exams" for the rest of July. I thought that shitty nerd was nothing more than an annoying workaholic who is hollering for order and peace in our class, guess I was wrong.
That's all I got to say actually. I'm still thinking about not going but turbo legs would be just bothering and chastising me then for ignoring his offer without even bother to declining it.'
I miss you a lot, stay strong.
Yours truly
Valera Miraidou
Musutafu, Japan – 3:00 A.M.
Naomasa Tsukauchi arrives at the reported crime scene with his investigation partner. The report came from Miwa Ochaco at 2:35 in the morning and mentions to have heard someone letting out a blood curling scream before the rain has begun to pour down.
Adal, as the guy insisted Tsukauchi on calling him that, is a slim man with short, dark-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, who wore the combination of a gray raincoat with black pants, a black beanie and black leather shoes.
“Looks like we have arrived. Remember, Adal, behave once we’re at the crime scene.” Naomasa states as he turns the engine of his car off and rolls the window down as Officer Gori approaches the window.
”Detective Tsukauchi, we have managed to secure most of the possible exit routes at the alley and uncovered most of the traces on the crime scene. However, the rain has washed off most of the blood on the ground and Officer Tamagawa is getting a cold soon from the crappy weather, so I would say that you wrap this up not for too long.” Officer Gori looks at Adal with squinted eyes. “Did you really have to bring him here?”
”Hey, if you got something against me, we can settle it on the food court during daylight.” Adal glares at Gori, and then both proceed to have a glaring contest.
”Gentleman…” Naomasa claps his hands once before opening door and exiting the car. “Officer Gori, I will be taking my time until I have found everything on the scene of the crime, thank you for your assistance as usual. And I brought Adal just so he can remember where his role is at. So be nice to him,” He looks back at Adal. “Same goes for you too, Adal.”
Adal leaves the car too and gives a final stare at Officer Gori and flashes his badge before closing the car doors and heads with Tsukauchi to the crime scene.
“Are all your colleagues so wary towards me?” Adal mutters as he warms his hands into his pockets.
”Only if our co-worker has been standing on the opposite side of the law before.” Naomasa opens up an umbrella that he has taken from his car. “Officer Gori has been in the prescient for over five years now, and not everyone that comes and goes is involved with your own task at hand.”
“Well, maybe that’s because I’m an undercover cop who has been doing his job for two years at this point and Officer Gorri is a cop with five years of experience on his profile, the rules are different, Inspector Tsuka.” Adal replies with exasperation. “And what do you mean with ‘remembering my role’?”
”You know what I’m talking about.” Naomasa narrows his eyes for a moment until he stops in front of the caution tape. “Anyway, you will be helping with the crime scene, and don’t start feeling too chatty with our colleagues.”
‘Yeah, I got my message clear, you sly doberman.’ Adal mentally remarks before entering the crime scene carefully. He pulls out a flashlight from his coat pocket and clicks it on. The light circle immediately hits on the main attraction of the scene: the victim. The victim is slumped against a dumpster and upon closer inspection, the guy has a terrified look on his face. It's clear that the silver-haired guy has been hit by an axe if the giant gash on his chest isn’t making it more obvious unless the wound covers up a different injury. He is also missing three of his fingers from his left hand. That poor sap was probably trying to stop the incoming attack. Looks like he wasn't going to last long with the killer.
Pulling out a pair of disposable gloves from his pockets, he puts them on and inspects the body a bit up close. Adal lifts the left hand and takes a closer look at the missing fingers. An unclean cut, ugh, that guy isn’t gonna wear a wedding anytime soon. He then touches the pants and pockets, managing to feel something stiff in on the left pant leg. It ended up being just a set of keys from the victim, not much of a surprise here. Now comes the vest of the victim and Adal fishes out a wallet from the victim. Nothing seems to be missing as the money is still there as well as the credit card and the ID of the dead guy. Gin Buredo, his license has expired about two months ago, what an idiot. Seeing as there is nothing interesting about the contents of the victim, Adal decides to ask the nearby inspector that isn’t Tsukauchi but a broad-shouldered person with an owl head.
"Excuse me for a moment, I'm with Detective Tsukauchi, mind if I ask for some intel on the victim Gin Buredo?" Adal asks the inspector as he shows his badge and license again with the inspecting turning their head around to 180 degrees before speaking up in a deep-voice female tone. Her?
"Hoohooho, I don't know if you're a detective, but if Tsukauchi is vouching for you," The owl-headed inspector shrugs then turns her whole body around and shows her own badge and the license. Inspector Yoru Neifoko. "The guy was part of some triad syndicate who used to deal with Trigger. He’s a registered C-rank villain on our database. He also had a quirk that allowed him to create blades from his body, though its threat level is comparable to a dull box cutter knife."
"'Some triad syndicate'?" Adal frowns.
"Hoohooho, there weren’t any traces about a triad in Kansai and the most we could identify from the victim's affiliation was the tattoo of a Chinese dragon. I had to call one of our interpreters from the prescient to read the letters below the dragon tattoo." Inspector Neifoko gestures at the dead body with a scowl. "It's hard to find any useful clues with the whole rain washing up the victim. I've already called for a coroner to pick up the body since you have arrived with your partner."
Adal looks back at Naomasa who is currently asking the neighbors from the bottom floor of the apartments for testimonies. "He isn't my partner."
"Sure he isn't, why else would our lie detector pick you up in his European imported Opel Manta 400?"
Adal blinks at Inspector Neifoko. “What’s wrong with the car?”
Inspector Neifoko sighs and fully rotates her head once. "Hoohoo, you’re terrible. But not as terrible as having to investigate this scumbag."
"Why are our colleagues even bothering with a dead villain? Isn't that just a waste of time?" Adal scoffs and thought about leaving this conversation at any moment.
"Hoohooho, because the murder could have been committed by another villain, a vigilante, or the Villain Killer for all we know. You think the police would just let birdshit like this go unnoticed? This isn't the short lived era of the Naruhata Vigilantes anymore where we turn a blind eye on anything, we do it because it’s necessary. Also, he's a murder victim."
"Okay, yeah, understandable… You mentioned something about a villain killer?"
Inspector Neifoko blinks owlishly at Adal and tilts her head. “…You don’t know about the Villain Killer?”
”Inspector Neifoko, I’ve been busy with my own investigation regarding the yakuza and the guy in charge makes sure I wouldn’t contact someone or check something on my cellphone. So forgive me if you assume that I live under a rock.”
“Hoohoo, still, you should check the media more often, especially when you aren’t on duty.” Neifoko pulls out her job phone and taps on the screen. “The Villain Killer, as the name might suggest, always goes on the search for villains, kills them when they aren’t expecting it in the slightest, and always leave behind a sometimes hateful message where they would fault villains for being the pest of this country which,” She shakes her head and scowls in disgust. “Some people seem to celebrate it. I’m not gonna lay my opinion on them and you should probably watch those images to get a better idea about the Villain Killer’s modus operandi.”
Neifoko holds her job phone out towards Adal, who takes it and inspects the first image. The first image is from one of the dead villains who had their throat cut wide open and above the dead body was the message “IT WAS YOUR CHOICE TO BECOME A SCUM INSTEAD OF DYING QUIETLY” written with blue chalk. The second image has another victim with a cut on the right thigh and on the chest which also had another message written above the victim, in blood this time. “YOU TERRORIZE CIVILIANS, I TERRORIZE EVIL” Adal scrolls through five pages with similar shots of the victim and other messages that are written either in chalk, blood or with a sharpie too for some reason.
”NOT EVEN YOUR ANCESTORS WOULD ACCEPT YOU IN THE AFTERLIFE”
”YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A PLANKTON”
”TRY AND FIND ME, I WILL FIND YOUR ASS FIRST”
”NEXT TIME, JUST KILL YOURSELF”
”THIS IS YOUR FAULT FOR BEING A VILLAIN”
“Yeah… Now I wished I haven’t heard of them.” Adal grimaces for a few seconds as he feels his early morning breakfast rising from his stomach before gaining his composure. “A vigilante villain killer… No wonder people would cheer for them. I can already imagine some delusional followers trying to be the Villain Killer or pretends to be their lackey.”
”Which is why we can’t just ignore them at this point. The killings have begun about a year ago and they haven’t stopped now, and they don’t leave a lot of evidences behind that we could use to identify them.”
‘A killer that is not doing a sloppy job? Count me shocked.’
Adal curtly nods at the owl inspector. “Alright… Thanks for the information.”
”No need to thank me for nothing, Officer Adal.” Inspector Neifoko waves at Adal and he continues with the search with more evidences.
Which admittingly, there aren’t many to find when you’re dealing with rain during midnight.
About ten minutes later of hopeless searching and an inspection inside the dumpster that Adal regrets ever doing, he heads to the emergency ladder opposite of the victim where Tsukauchi is talking with Officer Tamagawa. The conversation seems to have gone to an end however as Officer Sansa is leaving the scene through the other exit of the alleyway.
”Just perfect…” Tsukauchi pinches the bridge of his nose.
”What’s going on, Detective Tsuka?”
“We’ve got a copycat murderer on our hand.” Tsukauchi points with the flashlight above the ladder that just so happens to washed up blood stains on it. He proceeds to move the light downwards where a blood caked hatchet is lying beneath the ladder.
“Copycat? Yeah, I figured. More like an amateur faker if they couldn’t get even rid of the murder weapon. You think there are finger prints on the handle?”
”We’ll see it at the forensics lab later in the afternoon, as long as the rain hasn’t washed them all away. Inspector Neifoko said that she would take care of it whilst you were dumpster diving. Officer Tamagawa used a drone for some footage on the rooftop and found the rooftop entrance has been left open.
”Hey, I wasn’t diving!” Adal rolls his eyes and sniffs at his clothes. Never. Again. “Fantastic, looks like we got our work cut for tonight.” Adal claps his hands, only to end up receiving a flat look from Tsukauchi.
”Any amateur sleuth could have solved it, and I’ve woke up for this just to end up with a copycat.” Tsukauchi grumbles before taking off his gloves and getting Adal’s gloves too, stuffing them in a plastic bag.
‘Why so bothered?’
”Expected to have a clue on the real deal?” Adal adjusts his beanie as he heads back with Tsukauchi to his car.
”I was expecting something from the real deal, but I guess all we’ve found was a red herring. The neighbors didn’t provide much as they stated the same thing Mrs. Ochaco has said on the call.” The detective waves at the officers and at the arriving coroner. “How did it look from your end?”
”Eh, the victim was a member of some triad that hasn’t been identified yet. C-class villain. There was also no message written by the killer. Inspector Neifoko filled me in on the Villain Killer.”
Adal thinks about asking why Tsukauchi seemed so invested with the Villain Killer but decides to let the man have his rest for tonight.
”No dice it seems.” Tsukauchi sighs.
”Yeah, better luck next time, Tsuka.”
”You should really learn to get the names right.”
”What, you think Tsuka doesn’t sound appealing to you?”
”You’re just insulting me with that name. I hope you’re not doing that when you’re at Shie Hassaikai all the time.”
”Haha,” Adal fake laughs. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Tsukauchi and Adal enter Tsukauchi’s Manta 400 and the detective starts to drive away from the scene. To say that both men felt like they woke up with only three hours of sleep was an understatement.
”You still remember what your role is?” Tsukauchi side-eyes Adal.
”Of course.” Adal enters the passenger side of the car. “I work with the police, playing the role as one of Overhaul’s goons and I’m trying to figure out what the last active yakuza is planning in our country for the last two years since I infiltrated them, with minimal success so far.”
“And?”
”I could get myself a fucking beer right now.”
“Very funny. But most of all, you’re not slipping into thinking that the Shie Hassaikai is your family. I hope you keep that in mind, Adal.” Tsukauchi stops at a red light and adjusts the rear view mirror. He looks very tired and has the impression that he could go for a Sapporo now that he thinks about it.
”I ain’t forgetting what you did for me, Tsuka.” Adal mutters beneath his breath.
But what if the Villain Killer goes after me next? Will you be there to protect me, Tsuka? Can I trust you, just like you trust me with this mission?
And that thought made him feel uneasy as well as leaving a slight metallic taste on his tongue.
“Hey, don’t forget that you’re the one driving this thing. No pints for you, Tsuka.”
Tsukauchi grips tightly on the steering wheel. ”I will leave you in the rain for that comment, Adal.”
”Like you have the guts for it.”
”You think I’m bluffing?”
”I don’t know, you got a pretty good poker face right now. It’s hard discern what Mister Nao is gonna do next—“ Tsukauchi slams on the brakes at the traffic light, launching Adal forward against the back of the driver’s seat. “UGH!”
“Don’t forget to put your seatbelt on when you’re in my car.” Tsukauchi smirks and adjusts the rear view mirror again.
”You fucking ass.”
“At least I don’t smell like ass right now.”
‘Why did I decide to trust you again?’
New Chitose Airport, Hokkaido – 4:25 A.M.
Makuzan lets out a yawn as he stares through the window panel towards the runway where a passenger plane is taking off now. It’s a strange feeling to see the New Chitose Airport and from Hokkaido for the last time. If anyone told him that he would be moving out of Hokkaido five years ago, he would have given them a flat look and told them to never talk to him again. Yet here he was, sitting next to his mother, awaiting for the flight to arrive and taking off in again in one hour.
Checking the time on his watch to see how minutes are left before takeoff, he sighs and gets up from his seat. "I'll be on six." He thumbs at the WC sign. Getting a nod from his mother and he starts making his way to one of the closer bathroom stalls near their designated gate.
There better not be anyone that is speaking loudly on their phone. Because otherwise, he would start flushing the toilet and pretend to have an aching stomach, just so he could get that annoying guy out of the stalls. Okay, he wouldn’t, but he would still feel annoyed about the guy.
Fortunately, there wasn't anyone making a phone call once he arrives and finishes his business. Heading towards the sink, he begins to wash his face and hands after taking his glasses off. He might as well do some recollection again whilst he is reflecting himself in the mirror. ‘So... My mom found herself a job at a pharmacy and a flat for us in Musatafu, I managed to register myself in time to Nabu Middle School which is in Naruhata about a year ago. My second year starts at around the end of August and... I'll be an outsider. Again.’ What a pleasant thought it was for Makuzan, and he is still on a mental roadblock of what he wants to become in the future. That's exactly the last thing that he needs on his summer break now: stress
He looks himself in the mirror for a short time and stares at the figure of his own reflection. The short, dark-blond haired, fair-skinned boy with dark-greenish eyes and a somewhat oval-shaped skull, who wears denim jeans from the Best Jeanist brand, a black long-sleeved shirt with an olive green vest on top of it from the Dragoir brand and some black sport shoes from the Swifters brand (a shoe brand from Team Idaten), all worn on his relatively tall, if pudgy frame. All Might curse his mom for thinking that wearing brand clothes makes you more popular with the girls. ‘What's with her and me getting a girlfriend in the future even? I'm not on borrowed time or anything.’ He puts his rectangular shaped glasses back on his nose and dries himself with the nearby air dryer. One brief look on the clock. Thirty minutes left.
It’s a strange feeling to look at a mirror and see yourself in it. The feeling of being slightly detached from your own body, thinking if this is really the person you’re staring at who has been doing all sorts of stupid stuff in the past. ‘Still me, not a dream. Not sure if I’m gonna miss Iburi… But I will definitely miss our flat apartment.’
Makuzan exits the stalls and heads back to the seating area of the assigned gate, noticing that his mother has left to buy a bottle of cola from one of the refrigerators at the bakery shops. She has ginger hair, a similar skin complexion as her son, forest green eyes and was a bit shorter than Makuzan. Her name was Kasami Kankaroth, which is printed on her boarding pass he pulled out of his jacket. He switches to his own boarding pass and inspects it.
’A seat by the window side at the back of the plane. There better not be a plane crash whilst I'm asleep.’ He pockets the pass into his pouch and watches as his mother comes back with the two bottles of cola like she promised him.
"Where are we going to stay at once we arrive in the capital?" He asks as he unscrews the bottle cap.
"Once we arrive at Haneda Airport, we're gonna stay at the Dragonite Hotel in Shinjuku for one night." She pulls out her cellphone and starts typing on the screen. "And it would take around... One hour with the bus."
"Aight... And tomorrow?" Makuzan takes a sip from the bottle.
"We're moving into our new home, the moving service should be done with all the furniture in our new apartment once we arrive. We just have to pick up the keys, and that would be all of it. It will be alright, Makuzan." She ruffles his head which makes him smile a little bit.
Makuzan isn’t sure if he can get used to living in the city. He is hoping that he wouldn't end up getting lost just from looking at the map on his phone. At least he isn’t going to deal with insect at his new home now. He is praying for it as he can’t stand those bugs without freaking out, protecting his head and being on edge all the time.
‘It can't be that bad, right?’
MEANWHILE...
A barrage of rotating punches are thrown against the punching bag. Sen Kaibara is very grateful for his dad to have bought one on his eleventh birthday and to have it set up in the garage because he is putting all of his anger into the bag.
"DIE!!"
The last punch connects with the sandbag as it starts to spin rapidly.
That was definitely too loud. Kaibara wipes off the sweat off his brows and takes look at his fists now. They are red and some of the skin is torn from his knuckles.
I must've been in a trance again. He sighs deeply and drops himself on a folding chair to calm down. If his dad isn’t awake after he vented his frustrations, then he has underestimated the volume of his dad's snoring.
"One day, I will achieve it... I will show that prick that I'm more than just some useless extra piece of trash." He mutters and closes his eyes. "He will be looking up at me whilst I'm looking down at him, he'll see who is the real man here." A grimace appears on his face as an unpleasant memory comes up in his mind.
It was during that time when he was still that wimpy kid that tried to take the peaceful solution. Naturally, he was rewarded with laughter from that dipshit Kacchan and his two cronies.
"You think those villains are gonna give a shit if you try to be all nice and shit? Hah, looks like you've been latching onto Deku's leg for long enough now." Kacchan punches his palm and a small explosion erupts from his palm.
Kaibara immediately ran for it without a second thought.
"Get him, extras!"
Kaibara frowns heavily, feeling his fist begin to shake as he digs his nails into his palms.
Kaibara had nowhere to run and he already scratched his knees after tripping up on the edge of the sandbox. And he began to cry and shake in fear, he was gonna get roughened up so bad. He was preparing himself for the worst to happen.
"That's mean, Kacchan!"
Kaibara managed to see from the corner of his eye at the new voice that called Kacchan out.
Dark green hair, a light blue t-shirt, dark blue shorts and red sneakers. That boy was shielding Kaibara.
Where did he even come from? Who was he? Why is he doing this?
Kaibara was now crying from relief, or maybe it was from the pain on his elbows.
That guy really came and saved my ass, yet he knew that asshole for some reason... Kaibara hates to look at the guy he was in the past.
"Look, you made him cry! I won't let you hurt him anymore!"
A crybaby that needs to be helped by another crybaby.
Of course, Kacchan and his goons just laughed as one of his goons sprouted creepy looking bat wings and the other extended his noodle like fingers.
"Are you trying to play "Hero" again, Deku!? You don't even have a quirk to be one!"
So what if he didn’t have a quirk? You needed one to kick his ass.
And now they were attacking Deku for standing up to Kaibara.
Kaibara couldn't handle the violence, begged them to stop but they were deaf as they were busy to "teach that useless nerd" a lesson.
Useless. That’s how Kaibara felt back then, and he still feeling like a useless prick even now.
It only stopped after an officer was around the playground, that the boys stopped beating up Deku. They got reported to their parents for illegal quirk usage in public places, not because of the fact that they assaulted Deku.
Kaibara still felt like shit for standing on his knees and not moving away. He was the deer that was staring at the headlight in that moment. He felt weak and cowardish for not helping out Deku, and it was this day Kaibara decided that he couldn't afford himself to be that wimp anymore.
He opens his eyes and realizes that he was no longer sitting but standing in front of the punching back, that happens to have a laceration now and some of its stuffing pulled from the inside out. He breathes heavily takes some of the stuffing for his finger nails.
"Good Morning, Sen." His father's voice startles Kaibara out of his thoughts. He looks exasperated but also strangely amused at his boy who is sweating bullets now.
"...Morning, Dad." He speaks up.
"You're up early again, way too early." Sen's father points at the bag. "Today, you will be learning to stitch that thing up in the afternoon, my little champ. But for now, lets have some early breakfast." He turns off the light and exits the garage.
Kaibara exits the garage and heads to bathroom to wash his hands. ‘And I thought punching out my anger would make me feel better... But now, I feel like shit and my fists are hurting like hell right now.’
"Also, you will be cleaning the dishes later, you little brat."
‘Fuck!’
7:00 A.M. – Haneda Airport, Tokyo
Makuzan survived his first and hopefully last flight with All Flight Express.
The flight wasn't as bad as Makuzan thought it would be (with the exception of the uncomfortable posture he had when he napped during the flight of course). At least he didn't threw up and took the medication against nausea like his mother pestered him on taking them.
‘Was it really necessary for the passenger plane to be one with All Might's face slapped on it?’ He looks back from the shuttle bus at the All Flight Express. Nope, he still can't take it serious even after the flight. Not with All Might’s face slapped on nose of the plane.
Kasami and her son get their luggage from the pickup area and find their transfer bus in due time. And for the next fourty minutes, the ride is rather calm if boring and the bus eventually arrives in Shinjuku. The registration at the Dragonite Hotel should go without any further trouble.
Makuzan’s mother insists on looking around the places that Shinjuku has to offer, and she is very adament about doing it today. Of course she had to say it as soon as the pair enters their hotel room.
Makuzan flops on the bed and groans into the pillow. "Mom… We have just arrived and you want to go out now?"
"Well, not now, obviously. But today, we are definetly going out at around... twelve." His mother suggests as she lays on her bedside.
"As long as we get enough rest, then I'm okay with it."
"And don't forget to smile and be polite once we’re outside."
‘Shut up. I can’t force one.’
12 A.M - At Shinjuku
A few hours of napping later, the two begin their walk around the city and the sight can only be compared to a movie shot. From the colourful and glowing billboards that advertised several products from pro heroes Makuzan didn't knew about, to the masses of people that are making their way to work or are simply tourists that want to see the “future” in Japan.
"Wow..." Makuzan mutters as his mother is already making pictures of anything she saw as memorable, much to his exasperation. "Mooom, people are going to work and you are taking pictures in the middle of the crosswalk!?"
Kasami lowered her phone just long enough to give him a quick grin. “So what? Let them walk around me. This is our first day in Tokyo, Makuzan. You think I’m going to let it slip by without proof?”
“You’re gonna end up as someone’s background photo on social media titled ‘clueless country mom blocking traffic’.” Makuzan sighs, tugging at the strap of his backpack.
“Eh, don’t be such a grumpy cat.” she teases, snapping another picture of the neon skyline.
He rolls his eyes. “I’d rather die than get secondhand embarrassment because of you.”
“Sweetheart, don’t be rude. And also, you already live with secondhand embarrassment,” she counters, patting his shoulder.
Makuzan mutters, “Unbelievable,” and shoves his hands in his pockets as they move through the crowd.
Shinjuku is alive. It is loud, messy, and dazzling all at once — a storm of glowing kanji signs stacked above one another, the smell of yakitori and fresh takoyaki drifting from street vendors, the laughter of young adults spilling from a karaoke bar. ‘Can’t it be a bit quieter?’ Every few meters, a billboard flashes with the grin of a hero presenting some drink, gadget, or fashion line.
One massive screen even showed a live clip of a pro hero apprehending a criminal on Trigger two districts away — already framed like an action movie trailer.
Kasami points excitedly. “Look at that! Heroes are really everywhere here.”
Makuzan frowns, watching the crowd cheer at the screen as if it was entertainment. “Yeah. Everywhere.”
They turn towards a smaller street that is lined with izakayas and cafés. The energy is just as vibrant, but somehow more home-y. His mother is absorbed in photographing lanterns and food stalls, while Makuzan caught himself staring at a flyer taped to a lamppost.
It reads in bold:
“U.A. High School Entrance Exams – Applications Open.”
Beneath, a smaller writing: Be the Future. Be a Hero.
’Since when did they bring out flyers?’
Makuzan tears his gaze away before his mom could notice him staring.
“Makuzan,” Kasami calls, tilting her head toward a ramen shop. “Hungry? I heard this place has broth so good it makes grown men cry.”
There's no way that this is true—
About ten minutes later, Makuzan heard a grown man crying in the bathroom.
‘What the fuck is that soup made off!?’
The city is way too insane for Makuzan to handle right now and he isn’t planning on admitting that the broth gives him a nostalgic feeling in anyway.
“Makzusha, your face’s going red.”
”It’s the…spice, Mom.” Makuzan croaks, whilst seeing that her mother is very much not buying that lie.
The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. Or as uneventful as one might expect as some heroes were patrolling the streets, though he felt that he didn’t really cared about any of them. He wasn’t exactly a fanboy like most of the kids were at Iburi Junior High, so he was rather boring as the other kids told the others about him. Did it concern him? Not really, he wasn’t their friend so it wasn’t that much of a deal back then.
Makuzan is lying on the bed whilst his mother has turned on a movie on the flatscreen at their hotel room. Despite not looking like it, she had a morbid interest in war movies. Not the action packed ones, but the kind of movies that would show how people were fighting back then and how war is and always will be hell for anyone. Back when quirks weren’t even existing by this point, soldiers would use firearms, grenades and other kinds of fire power to get the upper hand on the enemy. Heroes and villains were just used in comic books, nowadays however? There were heroes everywhere and so were villains around each corner if one wasn’t careful enough.
”Did you enjoy your day? I had fun, Shinjuku seems like a nice place, eh?” Kasami turns to her son who is flatly staring at his phone before lowering it.
“…I guess I had fun. Interesting how the cities are all business towers and lots of people going their day… Still don’t know what’s exactly so futuristic about it.” Makuzan stretches himself. “Maybe we’ll see more tomorrow, who knows?”
”After we arrive at our new home that is. We might have to go get some groceries first after we unpacked everything.” Kasami says and Makuzan felt something scratching his head again. “Hey, we can’t be just lying around on our asses.”
”Why not? It’s summer break, we’re supposed to relax.”
”Yes, but we still got a lot to do.You still have to get your new school uniform though. I hope you don’t forget about it.” Kasami turns her head back on the television.
’Don’t they usually come with a mail? Eh, whatever, might as well do that later and get the route memorized in the future.’ Makuzan thought before going back to playing some mobile game. “I’ll get it in time, I promise.”