Assassination Classroom: Hero Course

A quiet wind moves the air, moving flowers and grass, leaves of bushes and trees, at the same time. The streets of Japan have already fallen into the night, although the sun is no longer shining, even with a light breeze the air remains warm. Most people are already asleep, but you can still meet passers-by: some walk alone, some in a couple, some in a whole group. The atmosphere is so calm that no one expected anything terrible to happen today. … But those expectations were wrong. Those who had already fallen asleep were still in the dark, but those who were now awake saw with their own eyes, in their own way, a terrible picture... The moon exploded...

***

A woman, in her mid-40s, in a business suit, was standing in front of the window, looking thoughtfully through it. Even if you can’t tell from the look and the position, since she’s not gonna show it, she’s really nervous right now. The fact is, the destruction of the moon caused a public outcry. Immediately after the public announcement of this news from the governments of all countries and responsible for many associated with the heroes associations, including the «World Hero Association» and the «Hero Public Safety Commission» demanded an official comment. They promised to look into the situation and catch whoever did this. Ideally this should have been enough, but these words, spoken from her own self, President of «HPSC», deprived them of trust of some people, as someone’s opinion of their organization already began to falter, so it was necessary to act quickly, but it’s been a few days.  There was a meeting at the moment to discuss the information... And nothing, no trace, no clue as to who it might be, so what’s going on at the moment is a range of assumptions. “It could have been the work of terrorists” — an assumption was made. “It is unlikely, for them it would be too difficult, even if it made sense, just as if it were terrorists, they would also have to put forward their demands” — sounded in response. “The new villainous organization has decided to demonstrate its power?” — again someone suggested. “If they had the power to destroy a part of the moon, then they would not have had any difficulty to erase us and all the heroes from the face of the Earth, they would have already begun to act,” someone answered again. Now the President has gone too deep into thoughts and assumptions, so she heard the argument of her colleagues remotely and vaguely, as if through a wall. “Miss President,” one of the attendees turned to the woman directly, pulling her out of the trance “it’s probably not my business, but tell me honestly, are you okay?” "Yes, everything is fine. Although almost a week has already passed since the explosion, and we are still not close to the answer, it is a problem. If we continue to stand still, we will be doubted much more than we are now and in the future this could lead to problems if we disclose our activities.» Now she was under much greater pressure than she was used to, because now not only is her and her organization’s reputation at stake in its current form, but, above all, the safety of the world. “Don’t worry about it, miss, I am sure, with our experience and resources, very soon we will disclose this secret, and immediately after, our authority will grow in people and it will be much easier for us to work!” The woman wanted to answer that, but at that moment she heard a knock on the door. “I hope I’m not too distracting?!” came from behind the door. This voice has brought some relief: this man is the President’s confidant, her special agent, and he does not usually appear at meetings unnecessarily, whether it is the demands of his leader or an important reason. This case relates to the second situation. “Come in, Hawks” invited the President. A young man immediately entered the hall with ashy-brown hair, carelessly brushed back, and he was wearing a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern, on top of which was a brown jacket with a high collar, inside and sleeve cuffs with white fur, baggy-looking trousers in the same style and color as the jacket, but without fur, and black gloves with boots, he has a round yellowish visor on his head , and large bird-like wings grow out of his back. “Hello everyone!” Hawks greeted those present. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long, I just have to work as a postman today.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reach for the envelope inside, after which he demonstrated it and approached the President. “Either you have a secret admirer, miss,” began the man in a jocular manner with a cheerful tone in his voice, handing the envelope to the woman, after which his face suddenly became serious, and he continued to speak without a grin. “or it is something so serious that the sender refrained from sending it to you personally.” The Chief was wary of this statement, but still took it out of the hands of a subordinate. On the envelope itself it was written only that this letter should be given to her in person, without any other intermediaries. The woman became suspicious, but their curiosity was stifled. Opening the envelope at last, she saw only a thin sheet of handwritten text, which she immediately took out and began to read... A shock had usually crept into her neutral expression. “Who gave it to you?” she said, still trying to keep a cool face and hide the tremor in her voice from shock and disbelief. "Honestly, I don’t know, I was just patrolling my area, when suddenly I was called out by a man, about five feet tall, head like a balloon and hands clearly without bones. I thought he needed help, so I flew up to him, and he just talked my mouth off, gave me an envelope, and left. When I came to and tried to catch up with him and ask him, he was gone.” The woman tried to process this information, but now it was too hard for her. “The meeting is over. Everyone is free. Everyone, out.” “But miss- ,” they tried to object to her. “Out, now!” she cried out in response, finally falling into emotions. After that no one argued with her and all present began to leave the room. “Hawks, you stay.” By the time everyone got out, the man had moved onto one of the empty seats. “So, what is it?” The President handed out a sheet with a letter to Hawks. “Just read.” The man took the sheet and began to read. Why the President was shocked became clear at once.

Hello.

I hope this news is not too shocking for you, but I would like to inform you that I was responsible for the destruction of the moon. Why do I inform you, President of the HPSC? Well, I originally wanted to contact the government directly, but then I thought it was relatively easier to reach you, but that’s not the point. I report that the moon trick was just a child’s play, next time I’m going to blow up the Earth, but it seemed too simple and boring, so I’ve decided to make a deal with you, and therefore with the government as a whole. We’ll discuss the details in person, which is why I’m inviting you to meet me at a forest park near Tokyo tomorrow, and don’t worry, you’ll know exactly where to go. By the way, I suggest you dress less formal, and I don’t want you to get your tux dirty again because of me. And I’m also asking you to come alone and believe me, I will find out if you don’t listen to me.

At the end of the letter, as the signature is a caricature of an octopus surrounded by a crescent moon. “I get it now,” muttered Hawks under his nose and immediately continued, addressing his boss. “So, what’s the plan?” “What?” “Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t come up with a plan of action. You’ve come up with something, right?” “I don’t know, too much in one moment. Honestly, I told you to stay just to know your options.” Even though the president has experience working with different types of villains (and even heroes who could spoil the image she and her predecessor have built for so long), someone who blew up the moon, and who wants to contact her personally? Rather suspicious, if you think about it, and it is not clear how to perceive it. Part of his «genius» plan? Insolence? Self-confidence? Like even the former «Lord of all the criminal world» and «№1 Villain» never suffered and always was neat and operated secretly, that even without the help of the Commission not everyone knew of its existence... Speaking of it. “But I have an idea. How is our «Symbol of Peace»?” “He just recently showed up in Japan on some business. Why did you need him?” "It doesn’t matter now. Contact him, or tell someone else to do it, I have to prepare for the meeting,” The President got up from the table and went to the exit with a small grin, but before the door she stopped and again addressed Hawks back without changing her face. “One more thing, do you mind if I borrow something from you?”

***

The next day, the President was on her way to the nearest forest. She was dressed, as requested by the author of the letter, in more casual clothes, she was light, because, although it was early March, the temperature was comfortable enough. She also decided to take a bag with her, just in case. It was calm: the sky was slightly cloudy, and the wind almost did not appear and if it did appear, it was a little felt. As soon as she pulled up to the woods, she checked the visible area for anything she could find, just in case. A few minutes later, the President drove into an empty parking zone and stopped her car. After she left, she looked back, but found nothing, and headed down the path towards the picnic and camping area. In the middle of the way, the woman noticed with the edge of her eye on one of the trees some scribbles, which already upon careful examination turned out to be an exact copy of the «signature sign» from the letter sent to her, as well as an arrow pointing away from the path. It looks like it will be much easier, thought the President in her mind, after which she went in the indicated direction. Luckily, the unsub was honest enough to draw arrows along the way. Although the trees are not very dense, you can still get lost between them, especially if you do not know how and where to go. After a while, the woman began to approach the place where the trees began to thin, but her attention was drawn to something else. Where the grass had gone, she wondered, seeing that detail. Where the empty meadow began, grass vanished suddenly, as if it had been uprooted by hand, leaving the wild flowers intact. Looking up from the ground, she saw a tablecloth laid out on the ground, on which was a kettle with two cups and vases, apparently, with sweets and cookies. How original. Closer it turned out that the teapot emits steam, so the water in it boiled only recently. “So you have finally come" out of nowhere a cheerful voice sounded. "I am glad that you accepted my invitation!”. Upon careful examination it turned out that they were speaking from a branch of one of the trees. The President barely had time to see his silhouette, when suddenly he disappeared from his place with a powerful burst of wind, just moments after being on the tablecloth, raising a small cloud of dust. The President closed her eyes and turned away from the cloud. After it had settled down, it was finally possible to see the stranger normally, who was already holding a kettle in one of his “hands” and a cup in the other, pouring tea into it. It was a tall person, about three meters tall, with a ball-shaped head and tentacles instead of normal limbs, and those that replaced the arms were thick, thinning towards «wrists», which had approximate resemblance to clutched balls, and two appendages as fingers, sticking out one of each half of a wrist. His skin was bright yellow and looked very smooth, and his face resembled a smiley face. The strangest thing was that he was wearing a dark blue and purple teacher’s cloak, so large that it hid his body almost to the ground, leaving a piece of circular tentacles around his foot, hanging from his neck a blue tie with a bright yellow crescent in the middle and a small student cap on his head. "Why don’t we sit down and discuss our business over a cup of tea?" asked the man, putting the first cup on the opposite edge of the tablecloth, after which he took the second and began pouring tea into it, continuing "It is chamomile, by the way. Even with this expression on your face I can understand that the latest events are at least a little worn out, so try to relax at least now." A woman with some suspicion, however, came and sat down. Thinking about the words of the octopus, she looked at the cup with care, as her interlocutor remarked, "Don’t worry, it is not poisoned?" There was a pause when he took a sip, after that he continued: "I myself am immune to even deadly poisons, but my body always shows an immediate external reaction to them. As you can see, there was no reaction, so everything is clean." But the President was not convinced. «I still prefer to do business without distraction,» she said, pushing the cup aside. “Up to you,” was the response. There was an awkward silence, well, it might seem awkward to anyone else, but the President found it annoying. “So what did you want to discuss?” “Oh, yes, our deal!” said the smiling man, putting the cup aside, "In general terms, as I noted in the letter, the Moon case is only a small part of what I am capable of. The destruction of 70% of its mass was a visual demonstration, the Earth would be much worse,” said the giant, laughing at his words “In general, I thought it would be too unfair in relation to all people.” “Wow, and you say something about fairness?” the woman interrupted him.  “I will ask! Maybe in the eyes of the public I am considered a villain, however, even those like me have principles!” the interlocutor protested, obviously offended by such words "Besides, I have already said that we simply do not have another alignment. And you, miss, are playing with fire right now, talking to me this way, don’t forget, right now, I have the upper hand, I personally don’t care about myself, and if I don’t like it, I can just run, our deal’s off, and all you’ll have to do is expect your demise. I’m giving you a chance, so don’t waste it. Nurufufufufufufu~.” We’ll see, land seafood, thought the woman. “If this is a deal, then it has to have the terms.” “You are boring, but whatever. You should have guessed, no person without special reasons would have so easily surrendered to anyone, especially if the terms of surrender is sending to certain death, so I decided to make things a little more interesting,” the octopus again grabbed a cup and drank some tea, this time snacking on sweets. “I want to become a teacher!” … This has already knocked the President out a bit, she could have expected anything, but... This? “What? Are you mocking me now?!” “Not in this situation, I decided to give you a chance to save the whole world, to kill me, but to give this opportunity directly to people with a huge amount of resources and firepower is not interesting. What I want is to become a teacher for a class whose main goal is to kill me, while I teach them everything I can, but there are a couple of reservations, but I’m going to say them later.” The president was silent, still in shock, but after a few seconds she was able to partially come to her senses and think, No, it can’t be that simple, there must be a catch. Maybe the explosion was just a ruse to start manipulating me, and then he’s planning on rounding up the kids of important people and using them as hostages. Well, no worries, very soon we will know the whole truth. With these thoughts, a smile appeared on a woman's face. “Why don’t you tell me more details?” “Only if you agree to arrange a meeting with the heads of the government and the Ministry of Defense of Japan, for which I called you here, is to explain to you the reasons for my actions, and as I said, it is much easier to contact you.” The octopus explained as he finished his cup of tea. Perfect. The President began to get up saying: “In this case, I will go to call and check if it is possible.” The interlocutor nodded, letting her go. The woman began to pull out her phone, and then searched her contact list for the right number, without noticing how her sly smile had gotten a little wider. Finding the right contact, she dialed it and began to wait. After a few beeps, a voice was heard “On the line.” "It’s time." Immediately after the command, she heard a powerful sound, comparable to an explosion, and a strong wind surge rose around her. Turning around, she saw what she expected: a very large man with the same muscular and well-defined physique, looking like a typical Western comic book superhero.  He has sharp facial features with a strong chin, pronounced cheekbones and thick eyebrows.  He has short blond hair, combed back, with two distinct tufts sticking out above his head and slightly leaning to the side.  His stiff features cast a thick shadow over his face, covering his eyes. “Well done, All Might, I did not doubt your reaction.” The President praised the hero. “HAHA, you flatter me, miss, all I did was do my job! So, what will you do with him?” said the Hero. “We will detain and arrest, and then conduct an interrogation. After the procedure we will send him to «Tartarus» with an official announcement that people can sleep in peace.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” sounded a stranger's voice. «Wha-» the woman did not finish, while she and All Might turned towards the sound, seeing the unexpected: the octopus stood unscathed, as if nothing had just happened, turning to the side and holding a red feather in his hand. “It was rather naive of you to think that everything would go according to plan,” he said, turning to the woman and the hero, showing that his head was now purple with a cross of a darker hue on his face, and veins appeared on his forehead. “You didn’t even know what you were dealing with, but you already decided you could tie me up.” “Ho-how did you get this feather?!” asked the President, being in a state of alarm. “Nurufufufu~, have you forgotten it already? You have brought it here. I’ll explain to you one thing about me: my sense of smell is much stronger and clearer than that of an ordinary person, I can smell even a faint smell at quite a distance, and no perfume will help.” “What? So you!” “That’s right, I suspected you from the beginning. When you first got here, I thought you had brought someone else with you, but when you came and there was no one with you and there was still a smell, I got suspicious. When All Might tried to attack me, I was able to react and dodge at Mach 20, which also gave me time to search you and find the source of the smell.” N-No. It can’t be. He was able to anticipate my actions, to dodge a superhuman speed strike, and to take the Hawks' feather from me, and I didn’t even notice it! The President was thinking in her head. But he blew up the moon, I thought his Quirk had something to do with explosions. "You know," continued the octopus, "I wanted to have a peaceful conversation, but if you want..." He paused, his body strained, and his skin began to darken, gradually turning black, while his face became harder. “I am ready to demonstrate my strength. In practice.” The wind blew in, and he disappeared, just like the first time. In a moment All Might flew aside from a violent blow, breaking the trunk of one tree, to which the President was looking at with her jaw hanging. When she turned her head back, she saw the octopus already standing from where the hero had flown, with his arm stretched forward. "The second thing you need to know about me is that I am strong enough to carry a weight of up to three tons in flight. In combination with the sound speed, this can have a truly devastating effect if there were someone else at this place." The villain began to lecture. While All Might had already come to his senses and began to rise from the ground. "I must admit, this blow may have confused me, but it is not enough to defeat me." He said, holding on to his feet from the shock and taking a combat pose. "I would be disappointed otherwise.” The octopus answered, this time sending his tentacles at the hero, wrapping around his body, then spinning on the spot and waving his "cargo", throwing him the other way, this time right into the ground, leaving a trail. The hero quickly came to his senses and got to his feet, preparing to attack the enemy. “Miss President, everything has turned out to be much more complicated and serious than we thought, so I ask you to go away, it is dangerous for you to be here.” Said All Might, rushing towards the villain at a great speed, though second to the 'octopus'. "You’re pulling a civilian off the scene? It is prudent of you, though it would be better if you also brought backup in advance.” “Stop talking!” The President was already running away from the field, which had now become a battlefield. Oh my God, thought the woman in a hurry, how did it turn out like this? I planned it, I ambushed, I used the №1 Hero, damn it! She continued to run towards the exit to the sound of a struggle coming from behind her back. There’s no way he was strong enough to overpower the "Symbols of Peace"! Even He wasn’t capable of it! Impossible! The course of her thoughts was interrupted by an unexpected picture. Approaching the exit, the President wanted to summon the nearest Heroes as support. But it doesn’t seem to matter. “Nurufufufufufu~.” sounded the chilling laughter of a smiling creature that stood before her, “Oh, I must admit, I haven’t had so much fun in a long time, it’s quite difficult to find a worthy opponent. They always underestimate and lose because of their own indiscretion, but this is another matter.” said the monster arrogantly, covered with green stripes on his head and looking at the face of the struck hero, that he was holding in his tentacles - one, thinner, that had crawled out from under his clothes, wrapped his torso, holding him upright, and the other, that was a hand, held his head with «fingers». The hero, however, looks different: his costume looked only slightly ragged, but he himself is quite different. A tall man with a bunch of huge muscles could now be described as a skeleton, covered with skin, seemingly unfalling from his face, a smile now more like an empty, teeth-opening, grin that did not carry emotion behind him, and the carefully arranged hair was now very disheveled. The President has known about this form of the hero for about three years. Since his horrific battle with Him , his sworn enemy, he has developed health problems due to internal injuries that required complex operations that slowly drained him, and less than a year later, becoming strong only during work with the use of power, but even this time gradually decreased. The sight of him in itself instilled despair, and seeing him in the shape of a defeated monster made it worse. “What did you do with him?!” the woman asked the only question spinning in her head now. “Hmm? Ah, you mean this.” said the octopus, pointing at the hero. “Believe it or not, I was surprised to see him like this, but I immediately guessed what it was.” After saying this, the villain pulled a pair of small tentacles out from under his cloak, for some reason twisting them in front of himself. "My tentacles are not just limbs like arms or legs, they are capable of many things and they are also very sensitive, and they are able to act as sensors in many areas. During the battle I realized that All Might has a deep and strong wound in the abdomen,” saying this, he pointed his «hand» at the area where under the hero costume really was a large and deep wound. “also touching the thorax. This would be fatal in most cases, but even if surviving would leave irreversible complications. And what I’ve noticed in physical contact is that he’s always under a lot of stress, like he’s making all the muscles work at once. A person in a normal situation would hardly have suffered so much,” he fell silent and, although it was difficult to notice, took a more cunning grin. “and who could have thought of such an outcome.” The woman realized that the case was bad and clearly not in her favor. “Take your hands off him!” she shouted, taking the gun out of her bag and aiming it at the octopus. “Pfft, come on, if I wanted to hurt him, he wouldn’t be breathing.” said the villain, putting the hero’s back to the ground. “Besides, lead will not harm me, my body will just melt it down. Let me.” The octopus reached his «hand» for the President  wanting to take the gun. The woman began to retreat back, but he was persistent and pulled the gun out of her hand. “Let me show you.” The villain put a gun to one of his tentacles, the one that was thick but not a hand and fired. There was a loud clap and an echo. With this sharp noise, the woman reflexively closed her eyes and shrank slightly, but remained in place. Opening her eyes, she looked back at her opponent. He didn’t move at all, and it didn’t look like he was using his speed, the gun was still pointed at the tentacle, which didn’t have any visible damage, but it did cause an orange glow, which was apparently the remnants of a bullet that came into his body. “And besides, if you had shot at me, I could have escaped even before the bullet came out of the muzzle.” Having said that, for some reason, the creature began to eat a gun, and with such ease, as if he had eaten a lollipop, although with metal parts he had obvious problems. “So what? Do you agree with the alignment?” This time the question was unnecessary, because now the answer was obvious.

***

The next day in the building «HPSC» the conference was started with the personal participation of the head of the organization and some of her subordinates, as well as several representatives of the Japanese military forces, the government and «WHA» with Heroes of the top positions. What this gathering was not specified to anyone, however, in light of recent events, no one needed to explain once again, and yet, the meeting seemed to all present, even the organizers, to some extent, no less sudden, from which the newcomers were in a mild form of confusion until the explanation began. "Ahem, ahem. Attention please." Addressed to all the head of «HPSC». "I believe everyone understands what our meeting is related to, so I will go straight to the essence: the culprit of the "Destruction of the satellite" was found." Such a statement made most of the audience uneasy, making them more alert. «Yesterday, a letter from a suspect was delivered to our office demanding a meeting to discuss potential agreement,» on the screen, which was on the wall behind her back, appeared a photo of a sheet with an envelope that had been sent to the head. "The meeting was held without... much incident, however, some questionable conditions were revealed as a result of the negotiations and it was agreed to discuss them with the security services. And yes, the suspect also agreed and cooperated.» “Let me interrupt,” said someone here. "But may I be clear, what could he have to offer if you decided to gather us all here?” “Reasonable question, we don’t yet know his motives and goals, but according to his own words, he’s going to blow up the Earth, but he thought that for, quote, "more interest," he would give us the advantage of allowing us to study him, but also, whose truth we doubt yet.” "What is it?" A question was asked. “... The villain gives us time to eliminate him by March 13th of next year, in return for giving him the opportunity to teach a class of future third years of junior high school whose primary goal is to kill him, the next school year before the term expires, that there will be a parallel graduation date or until the moment of his assassination.” “Before we start the discussion, I want to clarify, is there a reason that you plan to eliminate him, rather than just disarm, as you are more typical?” asked the man with the long neck and the blonde hair covering his right eye, wearing a denim-fabric overalls with a long collar reaching to the nose. He is also known as the current fourth place in the hero’s top, Best Jeanist.  Hawks, who sat next to his manager, decided to respond. “We have already tried to capture him with an ambush, in view of the unknown form of his power, but as it turned out, the list of his abilities was different from the remote detonation of objects, as we initially thought, and this, along with our ignorance, allowed him to turn the situation to his advantage and gain the upper hand.” “What kind of tricks could he use against you?” asked a man whose face expressed only irritation, and it was also covered with fire in the form of a beard and a mask, Hero №2, Endeavor. “Among other things, he has a Mach 20 supersonic speed, the ability to fly at the same speed and the power to lift up to three tons of cargo. Just as his body cannot be damaged by conventional weapons, both cold and firearm, ultra-fast regeneration will restore him almost instantly, and blades and bullets will simply melt when penetrated through the skin.” “That is why we would like to ask scientists from the I-Island to develop a means to damage him enough to call it serious damage.” The President of «HPSC» has changed the topic. “But wait,” sounded a voice from the speakers of the monitor that stood in the place of one of the seats. It was a man, brown hair, short beard, wearing glasses. He is one of the greatest scientists ever to win a Nobel Prize in the field of Quirks, the superpowers of most humans and even some animals. "We have no information about him. How do you propose we create a weapon against him?” “Don’t worry about that, Mr Shield, the villain, along with information about himself, provided us with files,” The President demonstrated a portable hard disk, “Directly related to him. According to his words, he was originally human, but later became a subject of experimentation under the Japanese government. The data from this disc indicate that their original goal was to try to create a new way of generating energy using anti-matter, but found a side effect in the form of the formation of abilities that can be fully called artificial Quirks .” On the screen behind the woman changed the slide, now showing fragments from documents from the disk. They included entries related to the project and the experiments, together with the results. “Those who were responsible for this project were waiting for the subjects to get out of control and, because of their conditional invulnerability, developed a special material that destroys their body on contact at the cellular level. In the near future we are going to send copies of these files to the I-Island, as well as to the nearest laboratories, in order to create a large-scale method of special equipment production.” “We’ll work on it,” said Shield. “Now that this is over, can we move on to the main topic?” impatiently asked a man in black clothes with a scarf around his neck. “When you called me here I hoped we would not waste time.” “We understand, Eraserhead, but this digression was necessary for the cause.” “By the way, I’m curious where you managed to hide this guy.” “Unfortunately, this is classified information,” replied the person standing next to the President... Stop. It’s the octopus villain dressed up in a tuxedo and wearing a wig with glasses. “Now is not the time for your jokes. Change your clothes and sit in an empty seat,” ordered a woman, showing no tolerance to the antics of the smiling man. “Well if you want so,” the villain immediately ran away, a second later appeared in a free chair in his old clothes, as well as with a pack of papers and a pen, starting to write something. “Okay, you can go on, consider me gone.” All the participants stared at the newcomer in perplexity. Most were too stunned to comment. “And this,” broke the silence Endeavor, “is your villain?” “That’s right,” the octopus told him. “If All Might managed to lose to you, I'd want to laugh in his face! And you call him the Number One? Funny.” “Hehe. You seem to have a personal disagreement, curious, but don’t let my appearance fool you. In more equal conditions he would have beaten me, but he lacked the agility and the reaction to even touch me, but his str-” at that moment his speech was interrupted by the ribbons suddenly thrown at him, but when they were to reach him, he’s already disappeared from his seat. "What the?.." said Eraserhead, whose red eyes now seemed to radiate a faint, subtle light, and whose hair was levitating over his head. The ribbon was his scarf, the ends of which he threw to the villain, surprised at his misstep. A moment later, the octopus appeared behind him, holding barber tools in his tentacles. “Nuhu, nice try, but your hair does give off your Quirk.” He said, gently working on Hero's hair. “Your reaction, I confess, is very quick, however, I can get enough time to avoid your sight. I saw the hair start rising just moments before you threw the tape. It’s probably none of my business, but I would advise you to at least shorten them a lot, because they make it easy to predict when the Quirk is inactive and even that moment may be decisive. Especially since your eyes are drying out very quickly, making it harder to maintain the Erasure, isn’t it?” “How do you know that?” “I doubt anyone would just carry around eye drops. The smell is faint, but I can still smell it.” the villain explained, ending his hair and putting it in a bun. “That’s better.” What happened caused a lull in the room, mostly because no one knew how to react, while Miss President had a faint smirk on her face. "As you can see," said the woman, "the situation is far from being a joke. This man is practically invulnerable, has increased physical indicators, and his analytical abilities, I dare say, can be put in second place after Nezu himself." "And so you should take my offer seriously," continued the villain, covered in green stripes, "If I didn’t want to negotiate with you, I could have run out of here quicker than you reacted and you’d be lucky if you didn’t drop dead at that point." With these words, again, a gust of wind appeared before each of them sheets of paper with the text that was a contractual document. "But, you know, all of this is partly in my best interest, so if we can get together on the terms, I’ll be willing to follow them." "This operation is probably the most important in the history not only of the heroic community, but of all mankind," The President started again. "We are dealing with someone who exceeds us in several areas at once, and it is almost impossible for us to catch him by surprise," all the people in the hall were able to calm the fear and take a serious, even decisive face, while All Might, in his thinner form, "The fate of the entire planet hangs in the balance, so for the greater good, I am prepared to say that we must accept this chance, however controversial it may seem. What we can do is join forces and try to bring this man down ourselves." "Oh~ Looks like I’m about to be hunted. Well, it’s an honor, especially watching you try to kill me. Who knows, perhaps you might have a chance."

***

After the destruction of Earth’s moon, few expected anything worse or as impressive, but fate had other plans. The world is under the greatest threat and must be saved at any cost. But will its defenders be willing to pay for it? After all, in life, everything is not at all as clear as at first glance.