Chapter 4
"Oh, what the fuck man." Gold-retard exclaimed, before walking back to his leader.
"Of course, I wouldn't short change you." the center guy spoke, hands shaking slightly. Fear was useful, I had just kicked the ass of a group of three who each could beat his gang up alone, and I made it look easy. That might be because it was, but it was a nice fight I guess. The combat thinker was tough, the rest though were jokes. The brute was hard to beat, but the leader was simple.
No one really knows how to fight without senses. Much less low class gangsters like this. If even Pro heroes struggle against me they have no chance. Reaching into his bag he removed a stack of cash, before moving to throw it to me. I just clicked my tongue, a silent threat. He removed six more stacks before I was satisfied, catching it out of the air. I also tackled Uraraka out of the way of the zero pointer.
Rescue points would increase my chance of getting in. Picking her up in a princess carry I sprinted away from the robot. Each of its steps shook the ground. Pushing myself as hard as I could without any of my reinforcements I took a left, and kept running through the city.
"Sorry" I spoke before setting her down, and turning. That was 36 villain points, which should be good enough. I had to have impressed at least one person… I mean I am a 'quirkless' person, and I did better than many quirked individuals. I was a fucking badass. As I walked off, I felt a hand on my shoulder, before Uraraka turned and stared at my face, "Thank you" she spoke. Words oozing sincerity, it nearly made me sick. No one had ever been this genuine with me.
Not my mother who said she loved me, nor my father who said that I was a good person. God it was strange not having to question someone's motive for saying something. "I know." I smiled, a slight actual smile and turned. The hurried cadence of her footsteps, the only sign that she was following me. She was chock full of the adrenaline and the feel good fight or flight chemicals so this would be the perfect opportunity to score.
She had a nice ass… Nah, there were more beautiful fish in the sea, no, not even the sea. The pond I lived in had more beautiful fish. Stalking through the ruined cityscape I was just in fucking awe of how much money that rat had to waste. He built five actual cities every year, sure they were just hollow shells, but that is still billions of US dollars in waste every year. Something that I can hardly imagine, if anyone is a badass here it's him.
As my original body walked back to the entrance of the school Uraraka following like a lost puppy my second body flinched before flinging himself to the side. The trajectories never lied, and right now they were telling me that the ceiling was about to collapse. Exploding into a giant ball of darkness and silence I checked my point counter.
[6532]
A little over halfway to my target. In a blur of flame and motion a pale skinned dragon ripped through the ceiling before huffing away my darkness. Exploding into a ball of magical power and Stockpiled energy I flung myself at her, sword arcing towards her snout. She was flung back about three feet, but my sword cracked, and I was rocketed into the air.
My gaze flicked through the shop screen, scanning for what I needed.
[Power: Air Step
Cost: 500
Description: You may step on the air once before being required to touch the ground again]
[Power: Flow Motion
Cost: 6000
Description: You can use your environment to your advantage, allowing you to perform feats such as kicking off almost any surface, air dashing, swinging around lamp posts, run on walls, grinding along rails, and move with supernatural grace. You can also implement the movement into your own fighting style, allowing you to fluidly connect your physical attacks with coordinated follow-ups. ]
Creating a platform of darkness to keep up the masquerade I kicked off the air and flung myself against a wall. Instead of sliding down like normal, I sprinted across it like it was flat ground. Then I launched myself at Ryukyu, this was a perfect opportunity to get points, I wouldn't win this fight, but I would be seen. Known. That came with perks and drawbacks, but the points I would gain would let me overlook the drawback of having people knowing my power.
Sword clashed with claw and I was sent flying, gripping a streetlight. I used it like a gymnasts pole launching a kick into the skull of the dragon, then sprinting across her head. My feet were as sure as ever despite sprinting across the slick scales. A deep rattle before she rolled and I jumped, gripping a horn and flung myself into the air. My sword expanded, extended into a Japanese horse killer blade, and kicked off the air. She rolled to the side yet I flowed not a single motion wasted, the energy of the first strike redirected into an upwards slash that cut deep into her arm.
Blade stuck inside I changed its form back into my long sword and pulled out. Spinning around, I use her claw as a hand hold to fling myself up, pulling a pistol from my jacket nine pistol bullets smashed against her guard, then the tenth flicked out and ricocheted into her open mouth. The scream of pain music to my ears… and points.
The news copter flew overhead, and I realized that I had been set up. There was no way I had alerted anyone to my presence there. Meaning someone sold me out, if it was Giren, he would die. If it was my employers they would die after telling me where all of their money was. That didn't matter, what mattered now was the angry dragon below me.