"A hero isn't defined by their powers or their fame, but by their willingness to build, sacrifice, and fight for a future they believe in."
-Author
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Izuku's POV
It's been a while since the Vigilante Silent showed up, and people still won't stop talking about him. His nightly rescues and "borrowing" from villains have stirred up all kinds of debate. A lot of people seem to think it's totally unacceptable.
"Did you hear about Vigilante Silent?"
"Yeah, he saves people and steals from criminals."
"Why haven't the heroes caught him yet?"
"Who knows? He's got some mad ninja skills."
"Still, stealing is stealing."
"Even if it's from villains, it's still a crime."
"Right! They need to catch him before he… steals our… villain's stuff?"
Honestly, I don't care much about what people think of Vigilante Silent. I think saving people is heroic, and taking from villains to make tech for myself? Very resourceful.
So, if you're curious about what kind of "gadgets" I'm making, I'll give you a hint: I'm starting with an arc reactor. You know, the power source that basically says, "Move over, electric bill, I'm powered by awesomeness now." From there, I'll get into the big stuff—nanotech for a suit that transforms into any weapon I need, and a device that can nullify quirks. Talk about a superpower toolkit, right?
To fund my projects, I make gadgets and sell them online. My mom gave me the green light to sell my tech, which, by the way, is totally legal. I just can't flash the cash, or else it's "Welcome to Awkward Questions, Population: Me." Oddly enough, my dad—who I've never even met—helped me set up a professional-looking portfolio for it all. I need to ask Mom about him sometime. He's like an anime plot twist waiting to happen.
I was planning to move out of my basement "laboratory" (a.k.a. our storage space) and into an old garage condo. Renovating it was like building a base in a video game—expensive, long, and totally worth it. Now it has a custom security system, a workshop on the ground floor, a gym, a tiny kitchen, and a sick computer setup. Upstairs is my room with another computer, my bed, and my TV. And I added a solar generator to dodge those electricity bills. Oh yeah, next up: the arc reactor.
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Three weeks after moving into the garage condo, I was practically living here. I even paused my vigilante work to focus on building the arc reactor. The materials—especially the palladium—were expensive and took ages to arrive. At this point, I could really use Momo Yaoyorozu's quirk. If she were here, we'd already be on arc reactor prototype #53.
Finally, the materials arrived, and I dove into the project. The garage condo sounded like a mech battle zone for five straight weeks, but at last, it was done. I held the completed arc reactor, the palladium core glowing bright, and I couldn't help it—I did my best mad scientist laugh.
"Yes! It's alive! ALIVE! HAHAHAHA!"
Cue coughing fit.
Okay, maybe that was a bit much. But I did it, and it's generating 3 gigajoules per second. I hooked it up to the generator, and poof—electric bill crisis averted.
Right then, the garage door buzzed. I checked the monitor and saw Mom outside holding a bento. Uh-oh, the classic "worried mom" check-in. I opened the door.
"Hey, Mom. What brings you here?"
"Just making sure you're not turning into a human circuit board or something," she replied, glancing past me at my workshop.
"Only on the weekends," I joked, smiling. "I promise, I'm taking care of myself."
She looked relieved. "Good, because I don't want to find you living on instant ramen and tech fumes."
After she gave me the bento and some gentle advice about not overdoing it, she headed back home. I tossed the bento into the kitchen for later—had too much adrenaline for food right now. With the weekend ahead, it was time to finish the suit.
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To bring this suit to life, I went through weeks of trial and error. First, I sketched out the design, making sure it was sleek, lightweight, and intimidating. I wanted it to look like Iron Man's, but compact and agile. Kevlar was my main material—light, tough, and heat-resistant, which was essential for all the tech I was cramming in.
Inside, I built a lightweight exoskeleton frame for extra support without weighing me down. After a ton of acrobatics tests (and falls), I adjusted the joints and pivot points for smoother movement. For flying and wall-clinging? Retractable glider wings made from flexible carbon fiber. The first few tries were rough, but after tweaking the wingspan and release mechanism, I finally got the hang of it. Gliding and swinging were now seamless.
The dual tonfas were my next project. Each has a hidden blade with a spring-loaded trigger. Testing those was like a crash course in first aid, but I eventually got them to extend only on command. Repulsors were last but definitely not least. They're mini jet thrusters in the gloves and boots, now adjusted for short bursts. I tried them out in the garage and nearly blasted through the ceiling. But after a few power tweaks, they're perfect for quick lifts and mid-air moves.
And yes, I added grappling fingertip strings for web-swinging. This one was tough; I needed them strong but ultra-thin. Now, each fingertip has a micro-spool for launching these cables.
I stood back, looking at the suit—black with white accents, a sleek mask with glowing white eyes, and a black hood for the "Silent" vibe. Finally, I felt ready.
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Two days later, after countless tweaks and tests, I finally finished the suit. Exhausted, but grinning, I admired my work.
The suit's made from Kevlar, which is lightweight, tough, and practically heatproof. I've got retractable glider wings for some stylish aerial acrobatics, dual tonfas with hidden blades, fingertip strings for swinging and fighting, wall-clinging action, smoke bombs, repulsors for flight, and hidden arm blades for when villains forget to take me seriously. All powered by the arc reactor.
The look? Think Iron Man meets Spider-Man 2099, but all black with white accents and a quarter note rest emblem on the chest (for that "Silent" vibe). The mask has glowing eyes and a built-in police radio. Oh, and I added a black hood because… well, hoods are cool.
I stared at the suit, satisfied. "Ready to throw hands, break laws, and save the day… all at once." Yep, this vigilante gig just got a whole lot more interesting.
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Later that night
I stood on the rooftop, heart pounding as I geared up to test the suit's transportation abilities. Taking a deep breath, I took a few steps back and psyched myself up.
"3... 2... 1... and swing it!"
I launched off the rooftop, shooting out a line toward another building, and the suit's strings caught perfectly. I swung forward, exhilarated.
"Woohoo!!! Nailed it!"
People on the streets were already noticing, pointing up at me.
"Who's that guy?"
"New hero?"
"Hey, he's got moves!"
Taking advantage of the spotlight, I activated the glider. It extended perfectly, and I soared through the air, feeling the wind as I grinned beneath the mask. Activating the repulsors, I picked up speed, thinking I could definitely get used to this.
But the fun had to end. A police report came through: a villain was attacking two heroes in a busy area. I shifted direction, set the repulsors to full throttle, and sped toward the scene, a confident grin spreading under the mask.
"Time to make a grand entrance—Silent style."
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