Who invented this shitty game that's literally the breeding ground for child bullying?
…Well at least could be the breeding ground for child bullying?
Isshun looked with uninterest, looking at the children playing.
He tapped out a while ago, but it seemed that Nejire hadn't gotten tired at all.
Maybe this really is training for her, he thought. That boundless stamina of hers.
At least with Nejire's personality, she probably wouldn't allow any bullying, whether it be intentional or unintentional…
Hmm…?
Now what is this?
Isshun glanced toward a group gathered around a car near the bank. Black hoodies, masks, and an obviously suspicious demeanor.
Seven seconds.
That bank was about to turn into a hostage situation.
Are these people stupid?
This is broad daylight, you know?
…Oh, your main method of fighting is a gun? So either useless quirks or quirkless, then.
To be fair, most Quirks wouldn't do much against firearms anyway.
…Still, how did you even get guns in Japan?
At least this means I can use my teleportation for something other than experiments.
Seven.
The group adjusted their masks.
Six.
They opened the door, letting the four-man group inside.
Five.
The glass door shut behind them with a soft click, the bell above chiming cheerfully.
Four.
Isshun lazily adjusted his posture on the bench, resting his chin against his palm. His pale eyes remained fixed on the bank's entrance.
Three.
Approximately thirty-four meters away. Guns still holstered.
Two.
No heroes approaching within the next seven seconds. The teller's nervous.
One.
The first gun in the man in the back was cleared, and the scales on his hands were barely revealed. A Mutant-type Quirk?
Zero.
Vanish.
The man at the front—probably the leader—reached for his pistol.
"Everybody—huh?"
The moment he tried to raise the weapon, it vanished from his hand as if it had never existed, reappearing neatly on the bank teller's counter in front of him.
The same thing happened to the rest of his crew.
An awkward silence settled over the lobby.
The leader recovered quickly, snapping his head to the man on his left.
"Shiroki—cut the comms!"
The man with radio antennas protruding from his cheeks nodded sharply.
Cutting off the comms? What will that even do?
Isshun sighed inwardly.
A moment later, every mask vanished from the group's faces, reappearing inside a nearby trash can.
Before they could even react, their hoodies followed.
Now that was awkward.
Isshun glanced to his left just as Nejire approached. The other kids had already been pulled away by more observant parents.
"What's happening over there, Shun-chan?" she asked, peering toward the bank.
Isshun merely shrugged. "Maybe a circus performance?"
"...Should I ask—"
"No." Isshun raised an eyebrow.
"Oh. Okay!"
"Maybe it's something that kids like us wouldn't understand."
Before another one of the men, running for the bank tellers, claws sharpened, could even take more than two steps, they were instantly teleported back to his starting position.
"Woah! That was so cool!" Nejire gasped, grabbing Isshun's arm and shaking it excitedly. "How did they do that?"
"A Quirk probably?"
"Well, obviously it's a Quirk, Shun-chan! Maybe it's that one thing—precognition!"
"My Quirk is precognition," Isshun corrected. "You mean teleportation?"
"Yeah that!"
"Well…" She's pretty on the dot with that one.
--<>--
The men were getting desperate. While they could use Shiroki's quirk to prevent anyone from calling the police, it didn't last forever and they weren't able to move even two feet before being sent to their previous location!
'Just which hero is stopping us!'
They had even researched the heroes patrolling schedule for the past week.
Yet, before they could even do anything, their guns were gone, and they couldn't even move from their position!
The leader looked around the bank for anyone who looked like they were using their Quirks.
However, the leader would never expect the child 30 meters away in the nearby park was the culprit.
They couldn't do anything other than wait for their inevitable arrest.
--<>--
"All the people are gone, Shun-chan," Nejire said, glancing around the park. "What should we play now?"
She was still confused about why her new friends had all left at the same time, but parents were parents. Even she couldn't do anything about that.
"Wanna just go home?" Isshun looked at the time on the flip phone. It was already 3 P.M.
"Awww…"
"We can just come back tomorrow."
"Really?!"
"Yeah." Isshun nodded, remembering something.
Glancing toward the bank one last time, he ensured the robbers had nothing left on them that could cause harm when he left, which included almost their entire attire.
Then he turned away.
Before Nejire could look back, Isshun gently covered her eyes and steered her toward the exit.
"We still have the two thousand yen Mom gave us," he said. "Want to grab some ice cream on the way home?"
"Ice cream!"
"Yeah. Ice cream."
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A/N: Damn sorry for the short ahh chapter.
Also, i hope my depictions of Isshun's precognition quirk is understandable enough.
Its seven seconds cause he's 'training' and trying to see more, cause he's basically chaperoning Nejire.
I heard how characters are as smart as the author is, so i hope my mc isn't dumb to you guys cause they seem pretty smart to me.