The hall was filled with darkness, in which several figures could be seen along with a crowd of spectators also sitting in the shadows until someone loudly pronounced words.
"Are you all ready?!" the operator exclaimed, to which the crowd shouted in response.
"Yes!" Satisfied with the answer, a huge figure stood in the doorway, faintly illuminated by light.
"So, we're going live in three... two... one... Go!" the operator shouted, and the system reacted to his voice, turning on the lights across the stage. Bright, colorful spotlights flooded the stage, illuminating everything, including the audience who came to see their idol, having bought tickets at inflated prices. Yet this did not stop them from witnessing the inspirer who believed in their uniqueness, and they believed in him, becoming imitators of his ideas. Posters with slogans:
"Re:Destro to government,"
"Messiah of our time,"
"Quirky superiority,"
"A new step into a new era,"
"Re:Destro, we adore you."
They all chanted differently, but the meaning remained the same.
The light illuminated the host of this show — an attractive woman with red hair in a black business dress that emphasized her décolletage and pleasing figure. She became the face of this show with her smooth body curves and delicate waist, and her enchanting face with a small nose and amber eyes sat behind a table. Behind her were panoramic windows that beautifully displayed the night city of Mustafa in all its glory. On television and online, a minute-long intro featuring many celebrities and heroes of the new era played, showing the enchanting host walking through the city's iconic places.
"And we're ready," the operator said, focusing the camera on her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our evening show 'Light of the Spotlights'!"
The hall began to applaud upon hearing her voice and her Hollywood smile with nearly snow-white teeth. No man would remain indifferent upon seeing her in real life. The hall filled with loud applause that echoed throughout the studio. The lights from the stage shone in every color of the rainbow, enhancing the atmosphere of excitement and anticipation. The camera smoothly flew around the space, showing the audience holding posters and flags with slogans in support of Re:Destro. The noise of the crowd filled the venue, bringing it to life and energy.
On stage, in the spotlight, stood the show's host. Her impeccable posture and confidence in her voice created the impression that she was born for this moment. She raised her hand in greeting, and the audience fell silent, waiting for her first words.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" she began, her voice melodic yet authoritative. "Welcome to today's episode of 'Light of the Spotlights' — a show that brings together the brightest, most ambitious, and most inspiring people of our time!"
The hall erupted in applause, but she gestured for silence.
"Tonight promises to be special. We have prepared incredible surprises, unforgettable moments, and, of course, exclusive interviews with people who are changing our world!"
She turned to the camera, her amber eyes sparkling in the spotlight.
"But before we begin, let's take a look at how our hero of the day has inspired millions across the country."
On the huge screen behind her, footage lit up: crowds of people on the streets with posters in support of Re:Destro, his speeches at public events, interviews where he spoke about the importance of recognizing each person's uniqueness. The music playing in the background heightened the emotional intensity, creating a grand effect.
"He is not just a person; he is a symbol," the host continued, her voice growing more dramatic. "A symbol of change, a symbol of a new era. And today, here, we will take another step into a bright future!"
The camera switched back to the audience, where spectators began to chant Re:Destro's name, their voices merging into a single rhythm.
"But before he appears on this stage," the host leaned forward slightly, as if revealing a secret, "let's find out how his ideas have impacted the lives of ordinary people."
Short interviews with his followers began to play on the screen. One person shared how, thanks to Re:Destro's initiatives, he was able to gain confidence in himself and realize his potential. Another talked about how he helped him overcome personal problems. Each story was accompanied by inspiring music and emotional footage.
Meanwhile, applause and excited shouts continued to resonate in the hall.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, stay with us! Very soon, the person who has become the symbol of a new epoch will appear on this stage. The person we have all been waiting for."
The host gracefully turned, and the spotlight began to play again, filling the hall with colorful glimmers. The audience eagerly awaited the continuation, and the atmosphere intensified with every passing minute.
Yoruichi was the name of the host. The musicians played slowly, stretching each second like a guitar string, the orchestra played as if the hero of the evening would land on an asteroid, and the music continued to play slowly until everything around was enveloped in darkness. Understanding the rhythm, the musicians began to play the composition faster, escalating the already tense atmosphere among the fans.
BOOM!
Through the smoke, the very cause for the celebration, Re:Destro, sat in a chair. The lights turned on, and according to the script, Destro stood up from the chair, waving to his followers.
"Greetings to you all, and to you as well, Yoruichi-san!" Destro pronounced in a deep, authoritative voice, showcasing his influence.
The hall erupted with applause upon seeing their idol. Many people watched from the walls of their homes, observing what was happening on the screens, awaiting new excitement from this show and new statements from the idol of millions. The live broadcast garnered over 40 active users watching the interview.
"I also greet you, Re:Destro," Yoruichi extended her hand for a handshake, and he slowly took it. Unexpectedly for everyone, he kissed the back of her hand and then brought her hand to his forehead, attracting even more attention to himself. Yoruichi was impressed by the gentlemanly conduct of the guest, but not so much as to pay any particular attention to it. Nevertheless, he demonstrated a gentlemanly nature that he did not show to his followers.
"Thank you for inviting me to the show. I'm glad to see my followers," Re:Destro said, sitting back in the chair he had occupied earlier. The hall was filled with applause, and the shouts of his name satisfied and inflated the already inflated ego he did not display during the live broadcast.
"I am also grateful for your arrival, Mr. Destro. If you don't mind, let's move from words to action," the host said, not taking her eyes off the guest.
"A business-like approach, I like that, Yoruichi-san. Well, since everyone came for my soul, let's start the show!" Showing his signature gesture, Destro made many followers smile despite the crowd's good mood.
The hall began to quiet down as the host, Yoruichi, smiled and opened the notebook in front of her.
"Re:Destro, your arrival on our show has already become an event. Millions are watching you not only in this studio but also through screens across the country. Your ideas, your actions, your philosophy — all of this inspires millions. However, there is currently a heated discussion in society about one character: Silent Phantom. What do you think of him and his methods?"
Re:Destro leaned forward slightly, interlacing his fingers and smiling. His gaze, penetrating and calm, swept across the hall.
"Silent Phantom," he began, his voice deep and measured. "This name is on everyone's lips. On one hand, his actions have saved lives. On the other hand, he violates laws that, as we all know, exist to maintain order."
Yoruichi tilted her head, observing him with interest.
"Do you consider him a criminal?"
"I believe the situation is more complex than it seems," Re:Destro replied, his voice lowering slightly, and his tone growing more serious. "Every action of Silent Phantom speaks of desperation. Of a system that has rejected him. Instead of condemning, I would ask: what pushed him down this path?"
The crowd began to whisper, and a tense silence hung in the air. Re:Destro continued:
"I have never justified and never will justify lynching. But I also cannot ignore the fact that society rejects those who do not fit into its framework. Silent Phantom is a symptom, not a disease."
Yoruichi nodded, taking notes in her notebook.
"Very diplomatic answer, Mr. Destro. But you yourself have avoided revealing your quirk for many years. Why?"
The hall erupted in noise — this was the question everyone was interested in. Re:Destro waited a few seconds for the noise to settle, then stood up, his imposing figure instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Because power should not define a person," he said, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "My goal has always been to inspire people, not to scare them."
He slowly raised his hand, and the hall fell silent in anticipation.
"But today, perhaps, it is time to change that. Do you want to see what true power is?"
The crowd erupted in shouts and applause. The host seemed to be caught up in the moment as well, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"Are you really ready to reveal your quirk?" she asked, her voice sounding excited.
Re:Destro smiled as if enjoying the moment.
"Not now," he said, and a disappointed sigh echoed through the hall.
"But I promise you, when the time comes, you will see it. And you will understand that my power is not only a physical ability. It is an idea."
The hall erupted in applause again, and Re:Destro, gesturing for silence, sat back down in his chair.
"Yoruichi-san," he continued, leaning closer to the host, "power should be a tool for change, not a goal. Silent Phantom understands this, but he acts incorrectly. I want to show people that change is possible without violence."
The host smiled, deftly capturing the audience's attention.
"Beautifully said, Re:Destro. Your words, as always, inspire. Well, we will continue our conversation after a short break. Stay with us, dear viewers!"
The hall was filled with applause, and Re:Destro, confidently smiling, waited for the audience to calm down. His voice rang out again, authoritative and clear:
"And yet, Yoruichi-san, there are topics that require decisiveness and clarity. For example, the quirkless."
The crowd immediately began to whisper, and someone shouted from the audience:
"They hinder our progress!"
Re:Destro raised his hand, calling for silence.
"Exactly," he said, his voice taking on a tense, emotional tone.
"We live in a world where evolution moves forward, where quirks are the future. And yet among us are those who refuse to accept this progress."
Yoruichi watched him closely, her gaze becoming serious.
"Are you talking about the quirkless?"
"Exactly," he confirmed, his face becoming more stern. "We have witnessed the recent incident with this... Silent Phantom. A hero? A lyncher?"
The crowd buzzed again, some calling out Re:Destro's name approvingly.
"But he saved lives!" Yoruichi quietly noted, trying to find a balance between objectivity and the audience's interests.
Re:Destro smirked as if he had been waiting for this question.
"And broke the law," he cut in sharply, slicing the air with his hand.
He paused, scanning the hall.
"Let's be honest. The quirkless are a relic of the past. And if we want to build a society where strength and progress drive us forward, we cannot afford to stop for those who cannot keep pace with this progress."
Yoruichi frowned but remained professional.
"But your words could be perceived as discrimination."
Re:Destro leaned forward, his gaze becoming almost hypnotic.
"Discrimination? Or the truth that people are afraid to acknowledge?"
The crowd erupted again in applause and approving shouts.
"Let me be frank," he continued. "When I see my followers condemning the quirkless, I cannot help but feel pride. It shows that they understand: the world belongs to those who can adapt. The quirkless? They only hold us back."
Yoruichi fell silent for a moment, her face reflecting mixed emotions.
"But what about freedom, Mr. Destro? Doesn't everyone have the right to an equal place in this society?"
Re:Destro leaned back in his chair, his smile becoming almost triumphant.
"Freedom? Equality? These words sound good on paper, but in reality... they are meaningless if a person cannot measure up. Silent Phantom may be an example for some."
The crowd began to clap again, supporting his words. Re:Destro knew how to play on the emotions of his followers, and at that moment, his influence seemed almost absolute.
Re:Destro stood up again, his figure towering over the audience like a true leader. The spotlight illuminated his face, giving him an almost divine appearance. He stepped forward, raising his hand, causing the hall to fall silent.
"Friends," he began in his deep, captivating voice, "let me address you not as followers, but as like-minded individuals. We live in a world where our quirks are not just a part of us; they are our strength, our identity."
He paused, allowing his words to penetrate the consciousness of everyone in the hall.
"But what happens when someone, lacking this strength, tries to occupy a place that does not belong to them?"
The crowd whispered, and some shouted words of approval.
"You all saw that incident," Re:Destro continued, his voice growing more tense. "A quirkless teenager, in his arrogance, decided to interfere with the heroes' work. He thought he could save someone when he had neither the strength nor the right to do so."
The hall began to buzz, disapproving shouts overlapping each other. Re:Destro raised his hand, calling for silence.
"He saved Fuyumi Todoroki, that's true. But at what cost? He broke the law, put her life and the heroes' work at risk. His actions were not an act of heroism but an act of selfishness."
Host Yoruichi attempted to intervene.
"But shouldn't we admire his bravery, Mr. Destro? After all, he risked himself for another person."
Re:Destro turned to her, his gaze piercing.
"Bravery without strength is recklessness. And recklessness in our world leads to chaos."
He addressed the crowd again, his voice growing louder and more energetic.
"We cannot afford a world where the quirkless play the role of heroes. It is a threat to our society, an insult to those who have been blessed with a quirk!"
The crowd erupted in applause. Re:Destro continued, intensifying the tension:
"Silent Phantom? A lyncher without a face? Perhaps he operates in the shadows, but this quirkless brat... Izuku Midoriya... he does it openly. His actions are a challenge to all of us!"
Angry outbursts filled the hall, many began chanting:
"Down with the quirkless!"
Seeing how the crowd responded to his words, Re:Destro smiled slightly. He raised his hands, as if trying to calm their anger, but in reality, he was only intensifying their emotions.
"I'm not speaking to incite hatred. No, I want you to understand. The world belongs to the strong, those who can adapt and move it forward. The quirkless? They are yesterday's news. We cannot allow them to dictate our future."
He took a final step to the edge of the stage, his voice lowering yet becoming even more penetrating:
"We do not hate them. We simply know that they have no place in our progressive world."
The hall erupted in applause once again, shouting Re:Destro's name. The cameras captured his majestic figure — a leader capable of managing the crowd's emotions with exquisite precision.
Re:Destro raised both hands, calling for silence, but despite this, the crowd did not calm down. The shouts grew louder, becoming increasingly aggressive. People in the hall, overwhelmed by emotions, forgot about decorum.
"The quirkless only hold us back!" someone shouted from the back rows.
"They should stay in their place and not interfere in the heroes' affairs!" another voice chimed in.
"Izuku Midoriya is a disgrace to society!" sounded louder than the rest, and the hall erupted in angry shouts.
Watching this, Re:Destro remained calm, even smiling slightly. He slowly sank back into the chair, waiting for the crowd to vent their emotions.
Host Yoruichi tried to steer the discussion back to a more civilized tone:
"Gentlemen, please, let's not cross the line. Isn't respect for every person, regardless of their traits, one of our values?"
Her words received disapproving murmurs. One of the spectators shouted:
"Respect must be earned, and they only pretend to be heroes!"
"Exactly!" another chimed in. "What is the point of their existence if they cannot use their strength to protect others?"
Yoruichi turned to Re:Destro, trying to salvage the situation:
"Mr. Destro, you, as the leader of the movement, what do you think — is it possible to find a compromise between quirked individuals and the quirkless?"
Re:Destro sighed, as if contemplating her words. Then, with a deep and penetrating voice, he replied:
"Compromise? Yoruichi-san, I admire your humanitarianism. But the reality is that our world moves forward thanks to strength and progress. The quirkless are relics of the past, clinging to what they have long lost. They may be decent citizens, but nothing more. Heroism is not their calling."
The crowd erupted in applause again.
"They should know their place!" shouted someone from the front rows.
"They are worth nothing without us!" echoed another voice.
Yoruichi looked tense but tried to maintain her professionalism.
"But doesn't such division create even more problems in society? Isn't it a path to conflict?"
Re:Destro replied with unwavering confidence:
"Conflict arises where there is no order. We do not call for violence, Yoruichi-san. We call for a rational approach. The quirkless must understand that their role in this world is limited. This is not discrimination; it's simply objective reality."
With his words, the crowd buzzed again, shouting slogans:
"Strength above weakness!"
"No place for those who cannot support society!"
"Izuku Midoriya is not a hero but a disgrace!"
The cameras captured the faces of the excited followers, as well as the proud expression on Re:Destro's face. He seemed to be pleased with the energy he had ignited in the hall.
Yoruichi, realizing that the situation was becoming increasingly tense, decided to change the subject:
"Mr. Destro, I think our viewers would also be interested in learning more about your quirk. After all, it is what makes you the leader of a new generation, isn't it?"
Re:Destro smiled slightly, leaning forward, ready to open a new chapter in this tense interview.
Re:Destro smirked, easily reclining in his chair, as if he had been waiting for the moment to showcase his power. His calm demeanor shifted to taut confidence as he raised his hand, showing it to the spectators.
"Do you want to see the reason why I believe in the strength and superiority of the quirked? Allow me to show."
The hall fell silent, and the viewers in the live broadcast leaned closer to their screens. Re:Destro slowly clenched his fist, and suddenly his body began to change. His muscles swelled, expanding to unimaginable sizes. His clothes stretched but did not tear, meticulously prepared for such transformations. His skin took on a deep red hue, and his aura radiated overwhelming power.
"This is what I call true power," he proclaimed in a low voice that echoed throughout the hall. "The quirk 'Willpower' allows me to transform stress into physical strength. The more pressure, the stronger I become."
The crowd erupted in applause and excited shouts. People waved posters with slogans about the superiority of the quirked.
"This is the true gift," Re:Destro continued, slowly returning his body to its normal state. "A gift that should serve society. But unfortunately, not everyone can contribute."
He paused, looking directly into the camera as if addressing each viewer personally.
"We live in a world where the quirkless enjoy equal rights with us. But what do they do for society? They do not save people, do not protect cities, do not advance science. We, the quirked, carry this world on our shoulders while they simply live at our expense."
The crowd buzzed again, supporting his words.
"That is why I, as the leader of the movement, propose a law that will limit the rights of the quirkless in certain areas. They should not be heroes; they should not occupy leadership positions. We must protect our future by allowing only those who truly contribute to thrive."
Host Yoruichi tried to interject:
"But Mr. Destro, don't you think that such measures could provoke conflict and increase tension in society?"
Re:Destro looked at her with the same unflappable confidence.
"Conflict is inevitable when the unequal try to equate themselves with the strong. It's a natural process, Yoruichi-san. But I am confident that most people will support us because they understand: only through order and hierarchy can we achieve true harmony."
His words were met with a thunderous round of applause. People stood up, shouting his name, agreeing with every one of his statements.
"Thank you for this inspiring evening, Mr. Destro," Yoruichi said, trying to maintain professionalism. "I am sure your ideas will spark lively discussions."
"And that's good, Yoruichi-san," he replied, standing up again and addressing the crowd. "Discussions lead to change. And change is what drives us forward."
He raised both hands, seemingly blessing his followers. The hall erupted in applause once more as Re:Destro exited the stage. The live broadcast ended, leaving the viewers with the feeling that they had witnessed something significant, albeit controversial.
On the screen appeared the final shot: his silhouette disappearing behind the scenes, and his words echoed in the hearts of the followers:
"The world belongs to the strong."
****
Flying through the city to meet Dabi, Izuku noticed how numerous police officers were attempting to stop him as he tried to thwart several crimes involving dangerous villains robbing stores.
[Three hours earlier.]
In front of the police station, a multitude of police officers had gathered to speak before the public. It was the afternoon, and the sun had not yet set. Crowds of journalists had come to interview a successful officer who had solved numerous crimes throughout his career. Tadao Hado stood on stage, surrounded by several microphones and speakers so that he could be heard. He was tense, as he did not expect to be recognized in Mustafa as an officer with a good reputation. On one hand, he was glad that people appreciated his work, but it was unexpected to find that most of the people in the city, from which he had left many years ago, knew him.
The sun was still shining, illuminating the streets and the people who had gathered, as today there was supposed to be a meeting to determine the fate of the lyncher Silent Phantom. Journalists were photographing the police officers standing behind Hado, but understanding the responsibility, he took on the duty and stood before the stage in all his glory.
"I welcome all of you to our meeting and thank everyone who has come," said Chief Hado with an impassive face. His blue hair was sleek, styled with special products, and Hado tried not to react to the flashes of cameras that were bothering his eyes.
"Before we begin, we would like to know about your questions that have accumulated over these days," Hado said in a calm tone until a very young journalist interrupted the brief silence.
"Sir, how do you respond to the serial killer Senku Saki, known by the nickname 'Kaiber,' who is still at large?" Upon hearing Saki's name, Hado immediately exhaled, providing a quick answer. He had pursued him and investigated the case, but he constantly slipped away, cunningly hiding the traces of his crimes. As of now, he already had 23 victims to his name.
"Senku Saki is extremely dangerous, and we are still investigating this case. During the investigation, we discovered that he acts alone and conceals his face with a mask. Currently, we do not know where he is. But one thing is clear: the serial killer is in Mustafa, and he has no way to leave the city unnoticed," Hado summarized in a professional tone. His eye twitched when another reporter raised their hand for a question.
"Is it true that a new gang has emerged in the vicinity of the city, responsible for the distribution of the drug 'Trigger' and other crimes?" At this question, the reporters began to whisper among themselves, creating a noisy confusion, but Hado, demonstratively tapping the microphone, drew everyone's attention.
"Yes, it's true. A new gang is distributing 'Trigger,' but we have not noticed other types of activity yet. Nevertheless, these people are extremely dangerous," he paused, turning to his colleagues who nodded at him, and Hado turned back to the journalists.
"We would be grateful to you and the public if you possess any important information. We have already picked up their trail and are actively working to maintain order," his colleagues smiled at Hado's professional tone as he accurately and without unnecessary questions responded to reporters, who were usually ready to bombard anyone with questions if it pertained to a sensational topic.
"How is the police responding to the new hero Silent Phantom?" Upon hearing about the new avenger, Hado looked at the man who asked the question and exhaled, glancing at the crowd that was actively speculating about his answer.
"I officially state that Silent Phantom operates alone, in defiance of the law. While you may consider his actions heroic, in reality, he is a vigilante pursuing goals unknown to us. It may seem to you that he is on the side of the law, but in reality, we can only speculate about his next move," Hado paused as he scanned the crowd, which continued to photograph him despite the incompleteness of his statement, further irritating him, but he still maintained his composure, no matter what his job entailed.
"What are the chances that he is an underground hero operating covertly? Perhaps the incident with the police was a misunderstanding?" asked a woman with a heteromorphic appearance.
"According to the investigation of this case, it was found that he is not registered as a hero or as a student at a hero academy. He is a menace, representing a danger to society and order. That incident showed us that while his intentions may be noble, he somehow refuses to obey the law, posing a threat to all of us," As flashes from the cameras quickly obscured his view and, shielding his eyes with his hand, the reporters stopped photographing him.
"In conclusion, I declare that I am issuing a warrant for the arrest of Silent Phantom, and at this moment, he is considered a criminal and a threat," questions poured in like a river towards Hado, the journalists crowded to obtain any answers from him, but Hado merely left the stage, rubbing his eyes from the flashes.
******
Pulling himself onto a slingshot atop one of the business centers, Izuku shot himself into the air, slicing through it and performing a forward somersault, catching the edge of the building and rolling on it to gain more speed. His coat felt every movement, billowing in the wind. On the internet, they called him the avenging bat due to the similarity of his aerial maneuvers. But the image did not concern Izuku; it was a weak cover, but at least some protection from fire and blows.
"Woohoo!" Izuku said to himself while flying between buildings, accelerating faster than before until he pulled himself back, swirling between the structures and doing a backflip.
"And you've gotten quite good at this; you adapt quickly to your new abilities," Venom's voice was heard from within, and hearing his usual dissatisfied tone, Izuku smiled.
Izuku felt his flexible tendrils, covered in black glossy mass, burst forth from his back again. They unfurled like living wings, stretching in different directions and tensing before a new jump. He crouched, pulled the slingshot made of tightly woven tendrils, and then shot himself into the sky. The air whistled loudly around him, and the tendrils vibrated, keeping him balanced.
Barely reaching the peak of his trajectory, Izuku made a sharp sweep with one of the tendrils, catching the edge of a downspout. The others intertwined into a single mass, becoming a powerful whip that propelled him even higher.
"Onward!" he thought, catching a gust of wind. The tendrils seemed to understand his intentions, synchronously turning to direct him in the right direction. Each movement was accompanied by a barely audible slurp as the mass redistributed itself, creating new points of support.
Izuku suddenly flipped, releasing his grip, and then, as if gliding smoothly, extended a thin tendril toward the nearest building. It struck the wall with a soft thud, embedding itself like a harpoon. He felt a rebound that propelled his body forward, as if the air itself had thrown him.
Now, moving faster, the tendrils began to work as a single mechanism: some fixed the trajectory, while others adjusted the height. One of the tails slithered behind him like a snake, clinging to tiny protrusions and ricocheting off walls, while two others pulled him upward, ensuring fluidity and speed.
His coat seemed to have a life of its own, dancing in the wind, as if part of this mad performance. A gust of wind hit his face, but he did not slow down—the tendrils tightened, enhancing the force of the push.
"This is incredible!" he shouted, feeling the adrenaline boiling in his blood.
"You're acting like a child, only knowing how to scream with delight," Venom grumbled inside, but even his tone could not hide the barely perceptible approval.
Izuku just laughed, releasing a new tendril that hooked onto a metal beam ahead. He pulled himself in, like a spring, and forcefully let himself go, executing a wide backflip. For a split second, he floated in the air, as if completely free from the laws of gravity, and then released the tendrils again to continue his endless race above the night city.
Every jump was precise, every swing was strong, and each pause was a moment of absolute control. He was not just moving; he was flying, feeling like part of the night, part of the city.
"I'm here, black mass," Dabi called to Izuku, who was searching for him in the alley, but he still emerged from the shadows, analyzing the area.
"Hello," Izuku replied shortly in a low tone.
"Welcome to the dirty alley, avenger," Dabi half-joked, catching Izuku's attention.
"Why do you suddenly decide to call me an avenger?" Izuku asked Dabi, who raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding his question.
"Do you want me to explain fully or briefly?"
"As quickly as possible." Dabi smirked but explained everything to him.
"In short, not only is a villain hunting you down, but so are the police and heroes. So you need to act as carefully as possible while working with me." Izuku was shocked to hear this; he had been put on a wanted list, and now he would have to act more aggressively and quickly. Enemies could quickly answer the question of who was in front of them and say he was working alongside Dabi.
"Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Dabi said in a cheeky tone, unaware of the mental storm that was brewing in Izuku's head with Venom.
"Yeah, I'm fine; it's just incredibly surprising to hear something like that about myself. I'm trying to help people at the risk of my life, and they decided to repay me with prison!" Izuku snapped, attracting Dabi's attention as he flipped through information on his phone.
"A large sum has been announced for you; I'm not even surprised," Izuku glared at him through his mask, causing Dabi to spread his arms.
"Hey, don't look at me with those eyes. It's not my fault you don't have licenses, buddy," to which Izuku only sighed and looked away.
"This isn't your fault; I should have guessed that this might happen. They see me as a threat even when my actions are saving people," Izuku remarked, kicking a trash can. Dabi looked at him with an understanding gaze.
"I understand it's unfair, but this is hero work. You have to fight against it, whether you want to or not. By the way, I thought you were less concerned about public opinion." Izuku just adjusted his hat and leaned against the wall with one hand, looking at Dabi.
"It doesn't bother me, but knowing that every civilian is ready to turn me into the police at any convenient moment complicates my work."
"Get used to it, my friend. Every weakness could cost lives. You've become a hero, but what kind? You're not a villain. You don't belong to either side, although you work for the heroes, doing their job. But no one stops you from becoming a villain. This uncertainty and this human fear are what people fear but do not see," Dabi explained, as Izuku transitioned from a tense state to a relaxed one. Taking a deep breath, Izuku adjusted his collar, pointing to the exit of the alley.
"Alright, enough about me. Do you have any unusual news?" Izuku asked, to which Dabi looked at him with an eager smile.
"I'm glad you asked."
****
**Topic: [Discussion] Is the warrant for the arrest of "Silent Phantom" justified?**
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u/CivicMind89:
Okay, let's be honest. The warrant for the arrest of "Silent Phantom" is just a show. If the authorities really considered him a threat, they would have sent someone strong after him long ago. Thus, it looks more like "we're pretending to control the situation."
u/QuirkAnalyst42:
I don't think it's just a show. He moves too freely, clearly breaking the law. The police and heroes are just afraid to risk their reputations. No one wants to be the one who loses to "Silent Phantom."
u/UrbanMyth420:
Listen, warrant or not, he's impossible to catch. Have you seen those videos? He moves between buildings like he has wings and disappears like smoke. Even if they send someone like Endeavor, he has little chance.
u/HeroicRealist99:
Why do people defend him? He literally ignores the law and acts like a self-appointed vigilante. Next time, he might decide saving someone isn't worth it. Where will your faith in him be then?
u/DarkClaw32:
Are you serious? Every time the heroes fail to act, "Silent Phantom" covers for their mistakes. Does anyone know that he saved people from that highway accident last Friday? Without him, there would have been dozens of casualties.
u/NightShroud47:
Exactly. Moreover, the heroes didn't even mention him in their reports, as if he wasn't there. This is clearly an attempt to hide that someone without a license is doing their job better.
u/OrderAndPeace77:
But shouldn't we trust the system? If we allow people like him to break the law, then all order will collapse. What will happen next? "Villains" will start justifying their actions, claiming, "I was saving people, not robbing."
u/SilentSupporter:
The difference is that he is genuinely saving people, risking himself. And he clearly isn't seeking fame. Just remember the incident in the city center when he threw a bomb into the air—he disappeared without even waiting for thanks.
u/SteelBlade13:
Has anyone wondered why he hides his face? Maybe he has reasons to hate the system? What if he became a victim of biased treatment towards quirkless or low-level quirks?
u/FlameFanatic24:
Maybe because he uses illegal technology or someone else's quirk? That explains everything. Such things are usually accompanied by secrets and paranoia.
u/PhantomWitness:
I live in the area where he recently appeared. He saved my neighbor from a robbery. She said his tendrils moved so quickly and accurately, as if he knew exactly where to strike. It's scary but impressive.
u/LawfulLogic11:
Scary is the key word. Such abilities in the hands of someone who does not obey the law is a recipe for disaster. Even if he is a hero now, who can say he won't change?
u/PhantomLover97:
He has already proven who he is. If he wanted to cause harm, he would have done it long ago. The warrant is a way to intimidate him and us, to remind us that heroes and police are the main ones.
u/QuirkHeroFan:
The question is different. If "Silent Phantom" is really that cool, why doesn't he just get a license? That would solve all the problems.
u/DarkMind64:
And you think they would give it to him? He has become a symbol of resistance to the system. No one in the government will allow him to legalize.
u/WatcherFromAbove:
Funny. The more they try to discredit him, the more popular he becomes. People see him as a true hero because he acts when no one else does.
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The post continued to gain popularity, turning into a heated debate between supporters of "Silent Phantom" who condemned the system and those who defended existing laws.
****
During the patrol, Dabi handed Izuku a micro-earpiece so they could coordinate with each other in case of unexpected circumstances. Upon learning about the new gang, Izuku was eager to stop them from spreading crime throughout the area. Jumping across roofs, Izuku stumbled upon a group of four people who were smashing a car with bats, breaking windows, and robbing its contents.
"I see a group of thugs robbing a car. Should I wait for you, or should I handle it myself?" Izuku asked, observing their actions. Due to the constant noise from Dabi, it was somewhat challenging to determine unless he listened closely.
"I think you can handle them. Tell me what street it's on, and I'll call the police," Dabi said through the helmet's headset as he rode his motorcycle, patrolling the streets.
"On Lonsgate Street, house number 6," Izuku replied briefly, jumping from the roof and landing on the road.
"Take care of it quickly; I'm close by," Dabi said, veering his motorcycle into the nearest turn at full speed, rushing toward that street.
"Oh, look, it's Silent Phantom!" one of the vandals exclaimed, prompting Izuku to stretch his tendril toward him, pulling him in instantly. Everyone thought he would draw him closer, but much to their surprise, he didn't grab him; instead, he threw the villain over himself, slamming him into the ground with force, causing the villain to writhe in pain.
"Ouch, my back!" the villain groaned, and his accomplices, seeing Izuku's strength, dropped their bats and activated their quirks.
"The first can create cold weapons from his hand," Izuku said, watching as a sharp blade extended from the man's hand.
"The second can absorb metal, covering his body with a metallic shell."
"The third can do something with his mouth," Venom summarized, looking at the third one who held a bat.
"Time for some new moves!" Izuku was tense as the battle began, and all three charged at him simultaneously. As they got closer, the tendrils burst forth from his body, forming a star that knocked two of them back, injuring them. But the second one, despite the heavy attack, simply stood up and ran back.
"Tough idiot," Venom said with a smile. Waiting for their approach, Izuku used the power of the symbiote to punch one of them in the face. This only disoriented the enemy, but he remained on his feet, staring at Izuku's strike.
"Is that all you can do, hero?" the villain retorted, but Izuku unleashed three strikes: one to the face, another to the chest, and the third elbow to the stomach. Feeling the inertia in his body, Izuku spun like a tornado, with hundreds of extended tendrils striking the opponent, but the villain simply lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"This is starting to annoy me!" Izuku grabbed the villain's body with a tendril and began to throw him from side to side, applying force.
"If my strikes aren't working on you, let's see how you sing for this," Izuku thought inwardly to Venom, who was watching his actions. The laws of physics took effect, and after the beating, the metallic villain was now merely groaning in pain, deactivating his quirk.
"Izuku 1:0 Villain," Venom said from within, teasing Izuku, but then a truck arrived, abruptly stopping the vehicle, and Izuku was ready to fight. The back of the truck opened, revealing eight villains who began to emerge when suddenly blue flames erupted simultaneously with the roar of engines. The blue flames engulfed the area around the truck, trapping the villains. The driver tried to escape, but the heat of the fire melted the tires, turning them into a viscous mass.
"Leave this to me!" Dabi quickly braked, setting the truck ablaze, where metal began to melt. The villains were choking on the acrid smoke and the smell of burning rubber. Dabi continued to spray the truck with fire, and when he felt there would be no resistance, he quickly neutralized it with cold foam that extinguished the flames. One by one, Dabi took down the villains using Muay Thai combat style, employing low kicks and high kicks, including elbow and knee strikes to the head. One of the clever villains grabbed him in a school hold, keeping his head in the grip, but, executing a sweep, he quickly knocked him to the ground. While the villain was recovering, Dabi lunged, driving his knee into the villain's chin, knocking him out. The fifth villain grabbed Dabi's legs with bands extending from his fingers, but Dabi's reaction was quick; he burned the bands with his fire, not wanting to waste time. The user of the blue flame rushed toward the villain and, grabbing a knife, attempted to stab Dabi in the torso, but the knife broke against Dabi's armored suit. Striking the villain in the face with a right hook, Dabi then struck the villain in the stomach with his right knee and in the face with his left knee, breaking the villain's lip and making him writhe in pain on the ground.
Seeing Dabi's impressive combat skills, Izuku, sitting on a lamppost, applauded him. Dabi, in turn, noticing the subdued villains and the voluntarily surrendered driver, smirked and acknowledged Izuku's applause.
"Bravo, that was awesome!" Izuku proclaimed, and Venom was also impressed by Dabi's fighting skills and commented.
"Very fast and precise movements without unnecessary gestures; you should learn from him, Izuku!" Izuku rolled his eyes as Dabi smiled at him, drenched in sweat.
"Thank you, thank you," Dabi replied, bowing like an aristocrat to the praise, but they both failed to notice as the surrendered driver injected himself with Trigger, pulling it from a hidden pocket. Izuku jumped towards him, trying to disarm him, but the villain began to scream in pain from the drug's effects. The villain grabbed Izuku's arm and struck him with monstrous force, sending him into the nearest wall.
"Damn, I think I broke two ribs," Izuku groaned in pain, and at that moment felt the agony of mending bones. He writhed in pain, feeling his organs shift to restore the bone. His skin was covered in goosebumps, and his eyes were filled with pain. Breathing heavily, Izuku clenched his mouth to avoid screaming, but the pain subsided without fully disappearing, lingering in his body.
"Endure the pain and take him down. He has grown in size," Venom urged, forcing Izuku to watch as Dabi fought him.
"Oh no, no, no!" Izuku quickly stammered, watching as Dabi unsuccessfully attempted to burn through the crystalline armor. His eyes filled with pain, and voices once again filled Izuku's head, trying to coax him into defeating the villain. Izuku gritted his teeth, trying not to bite his tongue from the pain, feeling Venom's influence again, but he resisted the urge to kill him with all his might.
But he became enraged.
"Ahh!" Izuku screamed, feeling an immense power surging through him. The sensation was indescribably pleasant. Rage and fury spilled out, and when Izuku saw the villain grab Dabi by the waist, trying to crush him to death, Izuku leaped with immense force, shattering the brick beneath him.
"Kill him!"
"He harmed us!"
"He tried to kill us and our friend; why can't we kill him?"
"Destroy him!"
The voices of desires whispered in his head. Adrenaline coursed through his entire nervous system, quickening his blood, and with one swift and powerful punch, he struck the crystalline villain, enhanced by Trigger, knocking him down and releasing Dabi from his grasp. Feeling relief, Dabi gasped for air.
"Thank you!" he said, looking at Izuku, who clenched his fists with immense strength. He turned his head toward him and saw red veins appearing in his usually white pupils, and his ominous voice alarmed Dabi.
"Don't interfere!" he growled, leaping so powerfully that the asphalt beneath Izuku cracked. The villain rose from the ground and attempted to strike Izuku, but it failed; he was just too agile to be hit. Fueled by anger, Izuku unleashed a flurry of powerful blows against the villain's body, shattering his crystals, but they quickly reformed, irritating Izuku even more.
"Hit him harder, harder!!!" shouted the voice from his desires, and he began to strike even more fiercely, but this time the villain felt the weight of his blows. He seized the moment, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders, crushing them with his hands and causing him pain, squeezing even harder until Izuku screamed in primal agony.
-Aaaaaaaa!!! Dabi, aiming precisely, used the heat of his fire to warm the body of the crystalline villain, heating his skin from the inside. The enemy, feeling the heat, threw Izuku into a car, shattering the glass with his body. Bracing himself, he charged at Dabi, who was firing a concentrated stream of blue flame at him. The car alarm activated, sending painful sound waves to Izuku, who began to scream even louder, covering his ears to dull the pain.
— Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! — he screamed, until he tapped into an even greater power that whispered in his head.
— Yesss...
— Use the power...
— Tear his head off, Izuku...
— Kill him...
Driven by a thirst for hatred towards the enemy, Izuku commanded the tentacles to emerge from his back. They grabbed the car and hurled it at the villain, who was fighting Dabi. He didn't expect such an attack and was thrown off Dabi into the middle of the road. Realizing this was the perfect chance, Dabi began to rain fire down on the car, hitting the gas tank.
BOOM!
The car exploded, and bending forward, Izuku engaged in a tense battle in his mind, trying to quell his thirst for murder against his opponent. Venom tried to calm him, but the desire and determination within Izuku were stronger due to Venom's influence, and common sense took a back seat. Dabi watched as Izuku was tense, but did not expect him to throw the car at him. However, the villain still stood on his feet, having passed through the fire, and the crystals were slowly regenerating. Seeing this, Dabi prepared to burn him, but Izuku, like a beast, flew at him, shattering the crystal on his head. Grabbing the villain's body with a tentacle, he pulled him out of the fire and, with monstrous strength, slammed him to the ground, pulling himself to him and sitting on his stomach. Izuku sent a barrage of punches to his face, putting in a force he had never felt before. It was intoxicating and maddening, but rage took over with every blow to the face, breaking his cheekbones and knocking out teeth, blood spilling from his nose and mouth, and the villain prayed to God for it to end, when suddenly the punches stopped. With battered eyes, he looked at Izuku and noticed how he grabbed his neck, squeezing it so hard that the crystals were breaking from his strength. The villain noticed something strange in his mask.
Where the mouth was not absent, white spots began to appear, and he realized what it was.
— Teeth... — he whispered. Fangs filled the mask, and for the first time, the villain was scared for his life, seeing the terrifying white eyes with red veins and sharp teeth.
— I... I... Surrender... — the villain whispered, trying to calm him somehow, but what he said next frightened him even more.
— Who said you would live? — He opened his eyes wide and saw the devilish toothy grin and felt how he was crushing his throat with monstrous strength. He was already gasping, spitting blood from his mouth, the choking was intense, and in a few seconds his face began to turn red, bringing Izuku pleasure as a very bright light began to shine from the air. Izuku released the villain, while Venom, in turn, hid his fangs. The noise and spotlight from the helicopter began to shine on Izuku, and now he realized he was surrounded by police on all sides, aiming guns at him.
— Silent Phantom, this is your first and last warning: raise your hands and surrender voluntarily, or we will open fire! — But Izuku didn't listen to them; the noise of the helicopter irritated him more than the police's demands.
— Enemies everywhere...
— They want to kill us...
— They want to kill us...
— Kill them, Izuku...
— We must live...
— We are needed for Nejire...
The voices tormented him in his head, and Dabi lay on the ground, unable to rise due to the injuries inflicted by the villain. Izuku resisted, and although he partially regained full control, one voice continued to whisper to him, and it was Venom, who was corrupting him from within, trying to protect itself and its host.
— We must take the fight or be killed, — Venom whispered.
Izuku's mind protested, but he had to suppress the desire to kill a man with sheer willpower. The reflections didn't last long until someone among them shouted.
— Fire!! — A hundred bullets flew towards Izuku, and he closed himself with his hands to absorb the pain, but he felt something different. He activated his symbiote and created a cocoon to shield himself from the bullets.
-Stop the fire!! — shouted the officer, gesturing to all the policemen, and they saw the cocoon filled with bullets standing still, only remaining motionless, further stressing the officers.
— Now! — shouted Izuku, redirecting all the bullets back, firing them like a shotgun. The bullets hit cars or glass, but he didn't hit the policemen, as he directed all the bullets away from them.
— Damn! — shouted one of the policemen, covering himself from the bullets, and realizing this was a chance, Izuku charged at the policemen, jumping as high as he could, trying to hide between the buildings in the shadows.
— Helicopter C-01, pursue him, don't let him get away! — shouted Hado, miraculously not getting hit by the bullets from his counterattack.
— Understood, pursuing the target! — The helicopter took off as if it were a hawk diving for prey. The searchlights sliced through the night darkness, revealing Izuku, who was jumping from roof to roof, trying to escape into the shadows. Izuku felt the symbiote whispering in his ear:
— We have no chance to escape directly. Jump down, and I will take care of your fall.
— Shut up! — Izuku whispered through gritted teeth, not slowing down. He leaped across another chasm between buildings, but the spotlight caught him.
— Target detected! — echoed from the helicopter's speakers. At that moment, loud bangs pierced the air — they began shooting with automatic weapons.
— Let's get out of here! — roared Venom, and black substance flared around Izuku, creating sturdy armor. The bullets ricocheted off him, hissing, causing him no harm. He abruptly stopped, squatting on the edge of the roof, then pushed off, flying in the opposite direction from the helicopter.
— Do you think it's that easy to escape from them? — Venom asked with a smirk.
— Let me take control, and we'll show them hell...
— No! — Izuku replied sharply, clinging to control of his body. He suddenly turned sharply, sliding down a metal fire escape on the building. The helicopter circled above him, illuminating everything around. Izuku dashed into an alley but didn't have time to hide: two policemen with weapons appeared in his path. They began shooting, but Venom shot out long black tentacles, ripping the weapons from their hands. One of the policemen tried to attack him with a baton, but Izuku slipped past him like a shadow and jumped onto the wall, soaring upward, leaving the bewildered officers behind.
— Target is moving towards the market zone, block the exits! — they shouted over the radio.
From above, the helicopter opened fire. Izuku sharply changed direction, crashing onto the roof of the neighboring building. He grabbed a metal trash can, and the symbiote covered it with its mass, turning it into a shield. The helicopter unleashed another long barrage of bullets, but Izuku hurled the makeshift shield straight into the rotor blades. A deafening crack echoed over the city — the helicopter spun, but the pilot stabilized the machine.
— Come on, they're still going to catch us! — Venom whispered fiercely, penetrating Izuku's thoughts.
He soared onto another building, feeling his strength waning. His heart pounded like crazy. The officers' voices rang from everywhere, and the searchlights moved across the roofs. But suddenly, Izuku jumped down, hiding in a narrow gap between buildings. Thick pipes and trash created a labyrinth, which he began to use as cover. The helicopter lost sight of him. But from a distance, the sirens of approaching cars could already be heard.
— Damn, what was that? — Izuku asked, breathing heavily, trying to hide his labored breathing and the euphoria of the chase.
— It was a hunt, a hunt for us; they want to kill us, Izuku...
**Reddit Post:** "What the hell is going on?!"
u/HeroWatch24: Has anyone seen the footage of this "Silent Phantom"? He escaped from the police in a way that even the helicopter couldn't catch him! What is this black substance? Is it even a person or something else?
u/VillainHunter92: Survive? Are you serious? This "Silent Phantom" almost destroyed a police helicopter! I watched the stream; he threw something at it that looked like a metal shield! If that's a hero, then I'm Batman.
u/DestroFanBoy: Maybe he's not a hero, but he's not a villain either. He just has to defend himself. To me, he's a reaction to injustice. The city and the system forced him to become this way.
u/PureJustice: Oh no. Did you see what he did to that crystalline villain? Blow after blow, as if he wanted to completely annihilate him. This isn't defense; this is something dark.
u/VenomousSympathy: I have goosebumps. This "Silent Phantom" is not just a name. He looks and sounds like a real ghost. As if darkness is alive inside him.
u/HeroMaker189: This "Silent Phantom"... He just vanished after dealing with the crystalline villain. I don't believe he's a person. His roar... It was horrific.
u/VillainMighty667: I agree. He can't be called a hero. It was brutal. And his voice... it's something else. For the first time, I felt like I was looking at a real monster.
u/DestroFanToy78: You're all exaggerating. He's doing what heroes can't. He's a weapon of justice.
u/PureSinister: This isn't justice. This is a monster. And if he's not stopped, he'll destroy everything in his path.
u/UnknownUser: He's not just a monster; he's something more. If this really is "Silent Phantom," I want to know where he came from. Because nobody is born with such darkness inside.
After Izuku's escape, Dabi was hospitalized due to injuries. He didn't sustain serious injuries, except for a mild concussion. An ambulance arrived and quickly took him from the scene.
— Hado, report the situation!! — said Lieutenant Hado, who was counting the unconscious villains.
— 12 unconscious villains from hero Dabi and 1 brutally beaten by Silent Phantom. He has escaped, and Dabi has been taken to the hospital due to injuries. Everything is under control, — replied Hado, watching the battlefield. A destroyed wall, an exploded car, a melted truck, and damaged civilian property. Rubbing his temple, Hado exhaled, recalling that after work today he had to go for a certificate and head to Hoshu at the police station to obtain a warrant for the arrest of the vigilante in black.
****
We interrupt our broadcast for a weather forecast, — said a young Japanese woman with a smiling face, behind whom an interactive board was visible, showing a geo map of Japan, and it was clear that huge clouds were rushing to engulf the city of Mustafa.
— I hasten to inform you that tomorrow and for the following week, there will be continuous rain all day. I recommend everyone to take umbrellas with them, and students should wear raincoats. And don't forget: don't go down manholes after suspicious clowns, — said the news anchor, leaving the stage.
****
The room was shrouded in semi-darkness. Only the dim light of a street lamp seeped through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the chaos: overturned furniture, scattered books. Izuku sat on the floor, breathing heavily. His fists trembled, and a voice raged in his head that he could no longer silence.
— They saw you. They know what you're worth. Now they fear you, — whispered Venom, his voice sounding like poison seeping into consciousness. — It's not you who's the monster; it's them! They made you this way. Why should you suffer while they mock you?
Izuku pressed his head in his hands, trying to rid himself of these thoughts.
— Shut up... — he whispered, but the voice continued.
— They've always considered you a nobody. Even now, when you're stronger than anyone, they call you a monster. They aren't worth your pity, Izuku. Why don't you let me do what needs to be done?
— Because it's wrong! — Izuku exploded, his voice echoing through the room. He jumped up, grabbed the nearest chair, and hurled it against the wall with all his might. — I won't let you control me! I'm not like that!
Venom chuckled softly.
— Not like that? You're lying to yourself. You feel it, Izuku. You enjoyed breaking that villain. You heard their screams of terror and knew it was right. Why do you refuse to accept who you've become?
Izuku clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.
— No. I won't let myself become a monster. I won't become a killer.
— Monster? — Venom's voice turned mocking. — You're already a monster, Izuku. Look at yourself. Your strength is my strength. Without me, you're nothing. They call you Silent Phantom because they fear to acknowledge the truth. You're their nightmare, and that's beautiful.
Izuku turned sharply, as if he could see the symbiote, and whispered fiercely:
— You're controlling me, not the other way around. I'm the weapon, and you're the master. I told you, I'm not responsible for your obsessive thoughts. This is your problem; those voices are yours. I'm not involved in this. I gave you power, and you used it. I warned you.
Venom replied in a soft, almost tender tone:
— You can lie to yourself as much as you want. But one day, you will tire of holding back. And then you will allow me to show them the true darkness. The true monster.
Izuku closed his eyes, feeling his mind struggle against that darkness. He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself, but inside, everything was boiling. The voices of the crowd, their accusations, their fears — all sounded in his head like torture.
— I won't release you, — he whispered. — I won't become a monster.
Silence hung in the room. Only in the depths of his consciousness did Venom quietly laugh. Izuku tried to cope with his desires, but the morality and will of a hero wouldn't allow his internal urges to break free; they were becoming more persistent until he exhaled, standing tall. Izuku took deep breaths, trying to calm down.
— I can't unleash the monster, — Izuku said through gritted teeth, to which Venom laughed, further infuriating him.
— My desires are products of my will. This time I managed to hold back my impulses with difficulty. But I promise that next time, I will be stronger and will control myself. In the name of...
Izuku didn't finish his sentence before Venom intervened in his mind.
— It was said, "If we confess our sins, He, being faithful and just, will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." If you yearn for repentance before yourself, then ask the voice of God to help you, — Venom said with a sly smile, watching as Izuku became even more irritated, trying to ignore Venom's words.
— Ha, I'm holding back, and I need to relax and forget about the existing problems, — said Izuku, heading to the bathroom, but the fire raging in the soul of the young hero was swept away by the blizzard of cold when he looked at the necklace around his neck, gifted by Nejire many years ago. The necklace with their photo taken in the hospital. Reflecting on the bright memories, he recalled how wonderful the child's perception of the world was, where there was neither evil, nor lust, nor deceit, nor violence, only a blank sheet of paper on which anything could be written. Seeing his own sincere childhood smile and Nejire's smile when they warmly smiled at each other upon meeting, the warmth in his soul became brighter than the darkness of his desires, which tried to corrupt him into unadulterated egocentrism.
As he filled the bathtub, Izuku continued to converse with Venom but more calmly and with peace in his soul.
— How do you know about this? — Izuku asked, feeling curiosity towards Venom.
— About what? —
— About repentance before God, — Izuku asked with genuine interest.
— I read about it in one of your books. I liked those phrases, like it's an excerpt from some important book, — Venom didn't know what book it was but showed a keen interest in human art.
— Andy, that's an excerpt from the holy scripture, — Izuku pronounced, stopping the water from filling the bathtub.
— We should get it...
****
In one of the dark rooms, several people sat, pondering their plan of action.
— There will be many civilians on the bridge. The more attention we attract to ourselves, the greater our influence will be over the yakuza, — said the man in a business suit to a man with cracked skin and black hair.
— What about the hero? — asked the huge man in a cloak, making the man in the business suit seem like a child.
— The hero won't be a problem for us. We'll kill the yakuza member responsible for important matters within the yakuza system. I conducted a thorough analysis, and he will be driving across this bridge in his limousine with his personal driver. If we kill him, the yakuza's operations will be halted for several weeks, during which time we will secure good influence, — the third member of the group with glasses and stubble on his face stated.
The man sitting at the table all this time, with black hair and cracked skin, watched and smiled at his clients' plans, for he would earn twice as much as expected.
— Excellent, your sum, gentlemen, — he said, confidently tapping his fingers, thus intimidating the muscular man.
— 100 million yen, — the man in glasses stated, to which the dark-haired man at the table smiled, tapping his fingers on the table.
— 120 million yen— you will receive the goods and can leave wherever your eyes lead, — everyone in the room frowned, looking at the broker of the criminal world.
— What's the guarantee that you won't turn us in to the heroes and the police? — the muscular man asked, clenching his fists, realizing this; his accomplice calmed his battle comrade.
— Calm down. What's the likelihood that you won't turn us in when we stop using your services? — The broker smiled at this, looking them in the eye with a confident gaze.
— I can get anything and anyone if you're willing to pay for it. I don't care who I trade with: hero, villain, or vigilantes, but I don't reveal the names of my clients, no matter how vile they may be. You will receive the goods, and the extra 20 million yen is a guarantee to kill an important yakuza figure, — the broker said in a confident voice, scanning the members of the criminal group. They whispered among themselves until the whispering annoyed him.
— Gentlemen, I appreciate your interest, but if you doubt my services, I kindly ask you to leave, — the broker said. He was the last person they could threaten, as various rumors circulated about him torturing his victims, making death a blessing from God for them. After whispering among themselves, they finished their discussion, looking at the broker.
— We accept your price, sir.
— Wonderful, first, the money upfront, — the broker said with a smirk.
One of the bandits snapped his fingers, and behind him, several people appeared carrying the entire sum.
— Excellent, my assistant will take you to the right hangar. Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen, — he waved them off, but they only scoffed as they left the dimly lit room.
****
Tadao Hado stood in front of an old house, examining the peeling paint on the walls and the creaky door that barely hung on its hinges. For a moment, he wondered what stories this violin might have seen in the past.
The door opened, and a gray-haired man with a keen gaze appeared on the threshold. In his hands lay a case, slightly worn but still sturdy.
— Thank you for coming, Hado-san. Here is your instrument, — the man said, extending the case with a gentle smile.
— Thank you, — replied Tadao, accepting the violin with care as if it were not just an instrument but a living being.
He opened the case and saw it: a shining lacquer, elegant curves of the body, strings tautly stretched with precision. It was crafted in Russia and held within it the soul of the master who had poured his artistry into it.
— I spent 1500 dollars on it, — he quietly said, almost to himself, feeling that the price of 225,000 yen (approximately what it amounts to) was worth every penny.
— This is a worthy instrument, — nodded the old man. — I hope it finds new life in your hands.
Tadao closed the case and held it close, as if he could already feel that this violin would become part of his soul.
— I promise it will serve music. Thank you for your trust, — he said and bowed.
Night enveloped the city, and only the headlights illuminated the road. Tadao Hado held the wheel tightly, even though the traffic on the streets had almost ceased. The interior of the car was quiet, if not for his soft breathing as he drove alone with the significant instrument heading home.
The case with the violin lay beside him on the front seat, almost reminding him of the decision he had made. He glanced at it, then back at the road.
His thoughts returned to the past. Tadao once dreamed of becoming a musician. The violin was his first love, but family disagreements and divorce shattered that dream. His wife left, leaving Nejire in a difficult moment, and for her well-being, he gave up his desire to create the music he longed for. Over time, Tadao abandoned the dream, but he never stopped loving the instrument.
Now he thought of Nejire and pondered: should she walk the path he could not complete?
"She's so cheerful," he reflected.
— "Music can teach her patience, strength of spirit. But do I have the right to impose this on her? What if she doesn't want to? What if I'm just projecting my dreams onto her?" — realizing that he had adopted Nejire's habit of constantly questioning, he smiled, recognizing the influence his daughter's cheerful and curious character had on him.
He recalled holding the violin as a boy. His fingers fumbled with the strings, the sounds uncertain, yet his heart raced with happiness. He wanted to give that same joy to Nejire.
But on the other hand, he feared that music could become a source of disappointment for her, as it had for him.
The car's headlights illuminated a road sign out of the darkness. Tadao slowed down, checking the mirror to ensure he had arrived home.
"I can't decide for her," he thought, looking in the rearview mirror where the violin lay.
— "But I can show her the world of music. Let her decide for herself if it will be her world."
He smiled at that thought, feeling something heavy recede from his soul. Let fate guide Nejire's path. And he would be there to support her, no matter what she chose.
Tadao turned onto a familiar street, approaching home. After parking the car, he glanced back and saw the violin, on its case was written his name "Hado."
— "Music can wait," — he decided, stepping out of the car to carry the violin into the house. Seeing that the lights were off in the house, he smiled, knowing Nejire was sleeping at home, and while she remained asleep, he had the chance to practice before waking his daughter.
— "The most important thing is that she is happy."
To be continued.
Active Abilities:
Symbiote Yank
Symbiote Blast
Tentacle Attack
New:Symbiote Charge
New:Elbow Smash
New: Beatdown
New: Tendril Pull
New: Symbiote Slam
Passive Abilities:
Symbiote Body Coating
Regeneration
Wingsuit Wings
Speed and Agility
Strength
New:Symbiote Armour
New:Rage Mode