My sister's online classes finally came to an end, i still have 7 days till the 6th lets see what i can do
And a reminder of the timeline.
It is a little compact for it's own good but it's can't be helped
27-May - When Jin beats his teacher and kids in school and goes to the lighthouse
29-May - When the interview happened- and he also met Alfred that day.
15-May - The day Jin and Deku go to Tokyo to meet Natsu.
Now this meeting that has been happening at white table is a week or 2 after
30 May - When commission officially released the interview
Special thx to Flipin 66 for giving a good review even after i missed your deadline and External too
And there is Mamedh too, thx for your support guys it means a lot (I gave your name to an interesting fellow in my original)
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The woman let out a soft sigh as she moved aside, gesturing with a subtle wave. "Follow me."
The others exchanged uncertain glances before Shinso took the lead, stepping forward to follow her.
The group walked silently through the hallways, their footsteps muffled against polished floors. The walls were adorned with a mixture of striking paintings and abstract art, each piece bathed in the dim glow of overhead lighting, adding an air of somber elegance to the space.
"I'm not in the mood for pranks, kid. You better get down before I lose my mind" the woman said, her tone calm yet carrying a sharp edge of warning as she continued forward without looking back.
From one of the shadows on the ceiling, Shishai emerged with an exaggerated stretch. "Ahh, isn't your Quirk Bubble? How does she find me?" he said playfully as he slid down toward Mushroom Girl. "Hey, Kumori."
All he received in response was a quick, urgent "Shhh!" Kumori, like the others, raised a finger to her lips, signalling him to keep quiet.
Shishai frowned, clearly puzzled by their hushed behavior. His gaze darted around the group before he sidled up to Shinso, whispering, "What happened to them?"
"Lizard and grasshopper stirred things up" Shinso whispered back, his voice barely audible.
Shishai sighed softly. "What about Sister Rei?" he asked, jerking his thumb toward the direction she had gone.
Shinso only shrugged, his expression neutral. He then mouthed a single word: 'Periods.'
Shishai's face twisted into a thoughtful grimace before he muttered under his breath, "The forces of nature can't be defied."
Finally, they stopped in front of a set of massive wooden doors. The green plaque affixed to the door read "Trustee Room" in bold, golden letters, glinting faintly under the corridor lights.
"You guys ready?" Rei asked as she scanned them with a glint in her eyes.
The group nodded in unison, their movements stiff and hesitant, like frightened chickens before the slaughter.
"Good" a smirk curling her lips as she pulled out a sleek remote with a single, ominous red button.
ZING!
the floor beneath them snapped open, plunging them into a gaping abyss. Gravity seized them mercilessly, yanking them downward into the black void.
"You better not die, kids! Or I'll kill you myself!" Rei's voice echoed her smile vivid in their minds as they disappeared into the tunnel's darkness.
"AHHH!"
"Period's is one hell of thing"
"SHE WANTS TO KILL US"
"Chill guys"
"SHUT UP!"
"Focus guys"
The tunnel walls rushed past them, a claustrophobic blur of pitch-black concrete streaked with faint, worn lines where metal rods had once been secured. The air around them howled with the force of their descent. Sparks flared occasionally as loose wires scraped together, momentarily lighting up the oppressive blackness.
Instincts took over.
"SHIT! TAIL SPLITTER!"
Setsuna's body fragmented in a flurry of limbs and torso parts, floating mid-air as she gained control. The others activated their quirks with panicked precision.
"A helping hand would do great, Setsuna!" Shoji called out, sprouting six extra arms from his extended appendages. He flailed them to slow his descent, but the effort wasn't enough to counteract the speed of the fall.
"ON IT!" Setsuna's detached hands rocketed toward Shoji, grabbing him by the back of shirt and stabilizing his erratic descent as he flapped his makeshift skin-wings.
"OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE YOU GET SLICED!" grasshopper yelled.
BOOM!
The screech of metal erupted as blades from his arms extended as they sliced along the walls, digging into the wall Pelling their black colour and severing wires hidden beneath. Sparks rained down like electric fireflies, lighting up his path for fleeting seconds. "I'm not paying for this!" he muttered.
"Kumori!" Shishai bellowed, leaping from a shadowy corner to snatch someone falling nearby.
He caught Kumori, only to realize she was perched comfortably on Setsuna's disjointed torso, her detached feet spinning like propellers to keep her aloft.
"I'm alright Shroom," she said nonchalantly, munching on one of her self-grown, non-poisonous mushrooms as if she weren't plummeting through a deadly drop.
"Are we forgetting someone?" Shoji's voice rang out as his stretched appendages flapped like grotesque wings, his many eyes darting about in the dark. Setsuna's disembodied hand strained to lift him higher.
"YES, YOU ARE, YOU DIMWITS!"
Everyone's heads snapped downward. Shishai squinted, his sharp eyes picking out a faint silhouette far below. Shinso was falling—calmly, unsettlingly so. His expression was stoic, unreadable, as though he'd already accepted the madness of Rei's training regimen.
'This isn't meant to kill us. . . or will she' Shinso thought, the thought gnawing at him as he stared into the almost tangible darkness, she knew their instructor was crazy but she wouldn't be that crazy. . . . 'fuck'
The visibility was non-existent—he couldn't even see his hands. Only the occasional sparks and the distant shouts of his teammates reassured him they were still alive.
"Argh!"
His fall came to a sudden halt as something emerged from the wall and gripped his shoulders. "Juzo?" Shinso squinted at the faint outline of pale hair.
"Just on time, or you'd have hit ground zero" he replied, his tone calm, before fitting his face in the wall. "Ahh, it's just water."
SPLASH!
Shinso hit the surface of what could only be described as a giant futuristic tub. because of an equally enormous drain hole, The water glowed faintly with a white hue, lighting up the area with every single movement he made in the water.
"PUUUU! Are you kidding me?!" he screamed as he coughed the water out.
"Is everything okay?" Shoji asked from above. He exhaled in relief as he peered down and saw Shinso paddling in the glowing water, fuming but unharmed.
Even with his heightened senses and multiple eyes sprouting from his dupli-arms, Shoji could barely make out their surroundings. The tunnel they had fallen through was straight, a dark chute leading directly into this colossal pool. The "tub" stretched about 10–15 meters across, its true depth unknown. The faint glow emanating from the water was their only source of light, casting eerie, rippling patterns on the smooth, damp walls.
The space felt cramped. The edge of the tub was less than a meter from the tunnel's exit above, its low clearance giving the area a stifling atmosphere. Shoji shifted carefully, mindful not to bump his head against the tunnel's lip.
The others slowly descended, their voices carrying through the dim chamber as they regrouped around the tub.
The oppressive darkness and cold water made the place feel more like a trap than a training ground. But, as always, Rei's methods were anything but humane.
The area around them shimmered faintly, the dim light reflecting off the surrounding fllor. 'Tiles?' Shoji thought, his gaze flicking to the glossy surface outside the pool.
"Komori we need a light source, is there something you can do about my footing?" Shinso asked, his tone practical.
"Sure can! Leave it to me shroom." Komori chirped.
"BITTER! MEADOW! BLOOM!" she exclaimed, stretching her hands toward the water's surface and their surronding.
POP! POP! POP!
Small mushrooms with a faint, greenish glow started sprouting across the surface of the tunnel—both inside and outside—illuminating the darkness with an eerie, poisonous hue.
BOOP! BOOP!
"Hey wait! first pick me yp I'm still h-" Shinso yelped as a row of gigantic white meadow mushrooms erupted from the depths of the water, sending massive splashes outward. The oversized fungus surged upward, scooping him up like a helpless cat. "What a wonderful day" he grumbled, flopping onto its flat top.
The mushroom's broad surface provided a sturdy platform, large enough for the even shoji to step on and even sit comfortably.
"You're amazing, Kumori," Shishai said, giving the mushroom a light tap with his foot to test its firmness.
"She probably has the most versatile Quirk out there," Shoji remarked as he carefully tore one of the glowing mushrooms growing on the tunnel's edge.
"Not to mention the light source" juzo added. "We never dying with her, she's our unlimited food source"
"Yep! The biggest shroom I can make is 2 story high, Ain't I amazing?!" Komori bounced on the mushroom happily, her grin infectious.
"Why does it feel like you are more happy about our situation than troubled" shinso companied silently.
"Chill man, do you know optimism has been passed through our genes, you can't defeat biology man" juzo said in his every Sunday easy going tone
"Enough of that. First, find out where we are. This might as well be a test" Kumokiri said, his voice sharp with caution. Even though his eyesight wasn't as sharp as Shishai's in the dark, he was more vigilant than most. "Did you forget how she literally fired a barrage of cannonballs?"
A collective shiver ran through the group as memories of their last gruelling joint training session surfaced. Shoji closed his eyes momentarily, the muscles on his arms twitching as he grew multiple ears, each one swivelling with precision. With a fluid motion, he spread them out in all directions, straining to catch any sound out of place.
A small chuckle cut through the tense silence. "60 degree" Shoji announced, his voice steady.
"ON IT" Setsuna replied sharply, her tone brimming with determination. Her eyes and hands detached from her body, darting like projectiles toward the indicated direction.
WOOP!
Juzo leaped forward with practised ease, his body melting into the ground as he landed. The tiles rippled like water, absorbing him seamlessly as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.
The air turned heavy as something sharp whizzed past them. The Grasshopper flings razor-sharp blades from his skin with deadly precision toward the sound.
At the same time, Komori flicked her wrist, her spores bursting outward in a cloud of luminous green. A line of glowing Bitter Oysters sprouted along the path, their eerie light cutting through the darkness.
The illuminated trail revealed a startling sight ahead: a pristine white table surrounded by ten high-backed chairs, each placed with meticulous care. Three of the seats were already occupied, their occupants exuding an air of authority.
"They seem to be having PTSD" the one with white hair said, his frown deepening as he observed the group's movements.
"They're not here to here for making policies" replied their devil instruction as she calmly sipped her black coffee.
"This is to be expected if they want to become the ideal hero, I would be damned if they were anything worse."
"You're the instructor"
"Either way, they're doing great for their age." said the third, clad in a sleek silver suit.
The white-haired man lifted his finger without a word, his expression unreadable.
"Freeze."
Unlike a typical burst or wave of ice, a deadly white mist hissed from the tip of his finger, spreading rapidly in front of them, It moved with unnatural grace, blanketing the ground and the air making a wall of mist between them.
"Be careful, JUZO, IT'S THE ICICLE GUY!" Setsuna's mouth is detached and flew toward him, the urgent message relayed midair as her hands and eyes manoeuvred away from the encroaching mist.
The mist hung in place, faint and unassuming, until the first of the blades and mushrooms breached its borders.
CHISS!
The ice bit hard penetrating it's entire surface with ease giving it a bluish hue, cracks emerged in the sharp edges. The glowing mushrooms dimmed, their vibrant green fading into lifeless blue.
KRRRSSH!
They shattered into tiny fragments, their remains swept away by the faint movement of the dense white mist.
"Well, before you start destroying more of our property, let's talk, my dear friends" the man in the silver suit spoke while looking right below his chair.
The shadow had gained a pair of eyes and a mouth full of white teeth "As you wish senior."
"That's creepy as hell kid"
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Back in the room where everything had started, the atmosphere was heavy. The audience sat quietly, their eyes fixed on Kenta as he explained, though the storm of unanswered questions in their minds was palpable. Yet, no one dared to interrupt, each remaining as still as statues, their faces a mixture of curiosity and unease.
"I still don't get it" Setsuna said, scratching her head as she slouched in her chair. Her tone carried a tinge of exasperation. "There are justtt way too many things that don't make sense."
She leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze scanning the group. "If we put aside that our captain was a child prodigy, a once-in-a-lifetime artist, a multimillionaire, and a philanthropist, why the heck is the bank so secretive about his identity?"
"You only have to add Playboy, and he would literally become Tony Stark of art." Shishai quipped from the side, cutting into the tension.
The room collectively turned toward him, their deadpan stares piercing through his darkness.
Sigh~
He really can't read the room
". . . Sorry" he muttered, shrinking back.
'I WAS JUST TRYING TO CHEER THEM UP!' his scream heard by none.
"Is he, like son of All Might or a hidden child of some top-secret government official? Because none of this makes sense" Setsuna continued, her frustration bubbling over as she gestured animatedly around the room.
Her eyes fell on the others—most with their heads down. Except for Kenta, Natsu, and Rei, the seeds of doubt were visible in everyone's expressions, though they remained silent. "Not to me, at least," she finished, voice softening slightly.
"I know he's helped everyone here in their worst times and done so much more, but. . ." Her voice trailed off as she slumped back in her seat, weary. "I joined to become better—a hero, a better person. Not just some mindless follower."
Her hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "And. . . it's not that I don't trust you, it's just. . ." The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, her message crystal clear. She didn't believe the answers she'd been given.
Sigh~
Kenta rubbed his temples as he slowly sank back into his chair, his troubled gaze falling to Natsu, who only shrugged with a look of resignation.
"Do what you want" he said.
"It's not that we don't want to tell you," kenta continued, side-eyeing Natsu for a brief second. "But things are just. . . personal, and a little more complex."
Kenta paused, his voice dropping slightly. "Four years ago, his mother died rather got killed."
". . . by a hero, a newbie."
The words hit the room like a thunderclap, the silence that followed almost suffocating. Even Setsuna, who had been ready to throw a tantrum moments ago, froze. Her posture straightened as her expression grew serious.
"Although he never told us who" Kenta added "it's not something you should dig into. But the million dollars and his quote-to-quote 'secretive account' did point us toward that… not that he had any reason to lie to us."
The air remained tense until Rei's voice broke through, calm and steady. "To be quite fair, even though I don't want to be involved in this hot mess. . ." she began, her tone lightening just enough to ease the room.
All eyes turned to her. "Keeping so much secrecy around an account will only make it more suspicious. Not to mention, that's one million. Do you actually think the government is willing to pay that much? Maybe five hundred thousand or something near, but one million per person? Seems illogical. . . what do you think?"
Shoji rubbed his chin thoughtfully before speaking. "Keeping aside the fact that the hero's entire career might end, the first scenario is that even the credibility of the hero school—and all the heroes produced by them that year and before—will come into question. Not to mention, the commission's credibility would be on the line. That's assuming only one person died. Basically, the hero school and even the commission are doing a joint damage control operation."
"Good" Rei said with a small smile, her approval easing some of the tension in the room.
"Not to mention, they could have the hero pay half or more through year-long debts," Grasshopper chimed in, arms crossed as he leaned back.
"A possibility" she replied
"Then shouldn't we just look where she died?" Shishai asked from his seat, leaning forward eagerly. "We can cross-check the heroes that patrol there. And if the hero was really a newbie, they probably made a flashy debut."
"You think it didn't cross our minds?" Natsu shot back with a tired sigh, his hand brushing through his hair in frustration. "And even if we did find them, what will we do? Kill them?"
His tone turned bitter, and his gaze hardened as he continued, "It took him months just to get back to normal. Kenta visited him occasionally, but that was it. He never talked about the incident."
Natsu frowned as his words trailed off, his expression darkening with the weight of distant memories.
"Even though he didn't ask, we had all the students—and even the street folks—snoop around every place near his house and the routes his mother used to take to the hospital." Kenta said, his voice tinged with weariness.
"Not to mention, there was no news about her death. The closest we came was a single headline about an unknown woman who died from a sudden heart attack that same week." He exhaled deeply, the fatigue evident in his words.
"But why did you keep the copycat a secret from us?" Shoji asked, his tone polite yet firm.
Rei's expression hardened slightly. "Manga was informed, but he signed an NDA. We didn't deem it necessary to share the details with the rest of you."
"What do you mean it wasn't NECESSARY? AREN'T WE A FUCKING TEAM?" Setsuna erupted, nearly leaping from her seat. Her frustration filled the room, her voice raw with betrayal, but before she could escalate, Kumori reached out and pulled her back, her grip firm yet calming.
"Well, you don't have to be so harsh on them," Kenta interjected, attempting to defuse the tension. "It's just… something we didn't know how to tell you."
His gaze shifted briefly to the group, noticing the curious, expectant looks from his juniors. He sighed before continuing. "In a way, he just became a little more of himself," he explained hesitantly.
The room grew quiet as the younger members leaned in, their interest piqued. Kenta could feel their silent demand for clarity, their unspoken questions pressing on him.
"It wasn't that obvious when we were kids, but… there were these moments. These very few moments where it—it just felt like he was… like someone, not so childish," he admitted, his voice trailing off. "I don't know. It's hard to describe. Like an adult, but a little different. He'd just sit there, and ovbserve the world and people move by"
Natsu chimed in, his voice thoughtful. "Not to mention, which six-year-old dreams of changing society instead of becoming a hero?"
"Was he on the spectrum?"
". . . . . . . . ."
"I don't know him" shinso said while other remained quiet
"What?" Shishai asked, shrugging nonchalantly. "My old neighbor was just like that."
Natsu turned his head toward Rei with a gaping mouth who avoided his gaze entirely, her stoic demeanour cracking ever so slightly.
"It was a little before you guys joined us, so you wouldn't know," kenta began, his voice calm but weighted with memory. "It was a little before you guys joined us so you didn't know, after aunty's death he spent most of the time working indoor, or wasting his time in squeamish, at least that's what it looks like to the normal eye"
"To others, he looked like any orphan gone wrong—drinking, smoking, fighting" natsu continued, his tone measured but pained. "But in reality, the drill exercises we had you guys do were part of the plan, just as much as this trust is."
Rei blinked in surprise. "Why wasn't I informed?" he shrugged casually. "He didn't deem it necessary."
"So you guys used us? For beating kids and then forcing them to draw manga?" Juzo asked, his voice sharp and accusing.
"No, no, no," Kenta quickly replied, his tone defensive. "No one was forced to do anything—be it delinquent or a bullied kid."
"The copycat wasn't just some 'rags to riches' story of bullied kids" Kenta explained
"The trust wasn't solely for goodness"
"And your drills weren't just about teaching punks some manners."
Kenta exchanged a glance with Natsu before sighing in defeat. "It's literally a crazy plan" he admitted.
"Every single universe—or even most of our popular manga franchises—are all his from the start."
"Even the Marvel and DC counterparts?" Shoji asked, astonished. There were way to many character for one person to come up with them
"All of them," Kenta affirmed. "Started by him and then carried on by others. Manga included."
"The drill exercises were designed to build your reputation, identify bullies, and reach out to the bullied," he elaborated. "The therapy sessions and safe hangouts we set up for delinquents? They turned those kids into our informants—especially since delinquents are the ones most likely to join gangs."
"But that—"
"It's not moral" he interrupted. "But it's still an important thing to do, if we want to reduce the harm"
"As for the bullied kids, we simply sponsored them in what they already loved—manga, gaming, or even tech. They became our little platoons, Over time, this created a treasure trove of recruits who helped other bullied kids. Eventually, they became a full fledged army. Although most of them don't truly know us, they still work for our cause."
"When did this start?" Rei asked, her cold demeanor melting into astonishment, her expression unguarded.
Kenta flashed a silly smile "At 12."
". . . Ha ha. . . Haha haa. . . At fucking 12" Rei repeated, leaning back in her chair as her hands trembled slightly. Thoughts and realizations swirled in her mind, connecting pieces of a puzzle she hadn't even known she was solving. 'Maybe. . . it's a heavy possibility but why?' she thought to herself.
"Then why was Captain getting drunk?" Grasshopper asked, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
". . . Who knows," Kenta replied with a hesitant pause.
"Or maybe we do," Natsu implied, his tone grim. "He was paranoid, like the world would collapse on our heads. According to him, it will. That's why you only knew him face-to-face, no connection in between, just like these other groups—all of which seem unconnected but are actually working toward the same goal."
"They operate on a school-to-school basis" he explained. "But every single one of them knew Jin. He was a delinquent but a delinquent with morals."
"Pardon?" Shoji asked, confusion rippling through the group as others exchanged puzzled glances.
"Throughout the years, Jin Asano was just another delinquent," Natsu continued, his words steady. "He failed classes, did substances abuse, and fought with other delinquents. But… he helped."
"These small transactions became a light of hope for the bullied, the beggars, the homeless, the broken, and especially those in the slums" Natsu added, his voice heavy with conviction.
"To the bank, he was Onasa. To the suffering, he was Jin. And now that their saviour has been declared a villain," Natsu paused, his gaze sweeping the group, "what do you think the people who were abandoned by the authority do?"
"Not to mention" a small smile stretched on his Kenta's face as spoke "When the details about the onasa's bigger donation to trust funds come to light even the public will support him, and let's not forget our little keyboard warriors are working overtime"
The room fell into a stunned silence, everyone except Kenta and Natsu rendered speechless. Their expressions shifted from confusion to a new level of astonishment, their minds racing to find something—anything—that felt wrong about what they'd just heard. But no matter how much they tried to poke holes in the story, every detail slotted into place with an unnerving sense of inevitability. The truth was too perfect, too logical, to deny.
"B-but what if the government tries to do something?" Setsuna stammered. The doubt that had lingered in her voice earlier was gone, replaced by pure, wide-eyed astonishment she hadn't even realized she was capable of feeling.
"Won't matter," Rei replied, her words sharp and confident. The smile that spread across her face caught everyone off guard, a bold declaration that seemed out of place in the charged atmosphere. And then, she laughed—loud and unabashed.
"We are those trust's baby!"
Her laughter echoed in the room as she leaned forward, her grin taking on a feral edge. "Aren't we Endeavour's trust managers?" she added, her eyes alight with a mischievous glint.
Natsu huffed in response, folding his arms with annoyance. "It's my trust, not his."
Kenta jumped in without missing a beat. "Oh, and we're also opening the MCU and DCU."
Shoji's eyes widened, his usual calm demeanour breaking as excitement broke through. "Really? Both universes are getting live adaptations?" His question was echoed by the others, their hushed voices rising with disbelief and unrestrained eagerness.
Rei's smile softened as she watched them, their amazement and enthusiasm making them look like the children they truly were beneath their coordinated, disciplined exteriors. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the warmth of their joy.
But the moment didn't last.
"Yes," kenta said, his smile fading into something sharper, more knowing. he gestured dramatically toward her "And it will be handled by yours truly— reliable big sister Rei."
'Shit' a bead of sweat sliding down her temple as she realized the amount of work that landed on her head.