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A new powerhouse is hear. But this one is weaker than Prime All Might.
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Fifteen days later. Somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Nighttime:
The sky was dark as fuck. (Not a bad start... right?)
The clouds had covered the sky hours ago, cutting off the Moon, as a boat drifted through the dark waters. From a distance, it looked like a fishing trawler. A very common type of vessel in this area.
But if you looked closely, you'd notice things that didn't belong on a fishing boat.
The hull panels were made out of reinforced steel. Retractable gun mounts sat on the deck on both sides, hidden behind fake plating.
Beneath the tarpaulin on the bow, the outline of a mounted turret was barely visible. And the radar array spinning on the mast was military-grade.
On the deck stood five men.
They wore civilian clothes. Faded jeans, jackets, along with work boots. Nothing that would draw attention at a port inspection. But the way they acted told a different story. Their their eyes scanned the surroundings at regular intervals, even tho they were in the middle of an ocean.
All of them were of European descent.
Below deck, five more waited. Ten in total.
In the captain's room, a man stood at the helm.
Luke, was his name.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. His hands rested on the edge of the console as he stared at the weather radar.
The radar was clean. No anomalies, just a normal cloudy night.
But for some reason it felt wrong.
Door open noise.... (I got no clue what sound it makes.)
The door of his cabin opened, as a woman walked in.
Her name was Emma. She had cropped blonde hair and a pistol holstered under her jacket.
She looked at Luke's back and sighed.
"Luke, why are you so tense? We're kilometres away from the Indian waters. There's no way they can do anything out here."
Luke didn't turn. His eyes stayed fixed on the radar.
"I don't care about the Indian govenment. The problem is we're in his area."
He let that settle.
Emma's confidence flickered.
"Come on," she said, forcing a laugh. "He can't be that strong, right? Plus, no one who knows who we work for would dare do anything against us. His Highness has agreements with half of the governments in Asia."
Luke didn't turn.
"Emma," he said quietly, "you need to stop underestimating the Asian continent. Their top heroes aren't like ours. They don't operate on rules. They operate o-"
He stopped.
His eyes locked on the radar screen.
A change in the radar.
A storm materialized on the radar. One second, the screen was the same, then a massive storm appeared twenty kilometres to the east.
The signature was enormous. A storm of that magnitude would not simply appear.
Then something even more bizarre happened. The storm vanished.
The screen went blank again. As if the storm had never existed.
Emma stared at the radar. "What the hell was that? How can a storm just appear and vanish like-"
"He found us," Luke whispered.
"What? I didn't hear-"
Luke turned to face her. His face was pale, as sweat ran down his head.
"He's here."
The world turned white, then a second later the sound caught up....
CRACK-BOOM!!!!!
The windows of the captain's room shattered. The overhead lights exploded. Every electronic screen flickered and died.
Emma stumbled, grabbing the console for balance.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" she screamed. "THERE ARE NO STORM CLOUDS AROUND US!"
Luke grabbed the intercom mic.
"ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!! HE IS HERE!!!!!"
He sprinted for the deck.
Outside, the ten mercenaries had already scrambled into position. Weapons drawn, while their eyes wide. Turret covers were ripped off. Every gun on the boat was aimed at the sky.
What they all saw made them freeze.
Above them, a man floated in the air.
They couldn't see his face. But above him, the sky was alive.
A storm cloud had formed directly overhead. Not slowly, not gradually. It had appeared in an instant. This storm was something they have never seen before. A disc of black clouds that spanned hundreds of metres in every direction rotated slowly, like the eye of a hurricane.
Lightning crawled through the cloud. Literally. Branches of blue-white electricity arced from one end of the storm to the other, illuminating the sea.
The man hung in the centre of it all, arms spread wide, as if he were holding the storm open with his bare hands.
They couldn't see his face. But they could see his eyes.
They were glowing with the same shade as the lightning.
The thunder danced around him.
He wasn't standing in the storm. He was the storm that is approching. (👀👀)
Luke stared up at the figure with fear.
"India's joint Number One Hero," Luke said, his voice barely audible over the hum of electricity in the air. "The Thunder Born. Indra."
[AN: If I did my reasearch right. Indra is the thunder god of the hindu culture. Basically the Zeus of Hindu Mythology. If I got it wrong, frogive me Indians.]
Then, Indra vanished.
One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone.
The crew panicked.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"I CAN'T SEE HIM!"
"CHECK THE FLANK! CHECK THE-"
"May I know why an unauthorised vessel is sailing near the Indian waters?"
Every head snapped toward the voice.
Indra was standing on the bow of the boat.
He hadn't made a sound. No one heard him move. He just.... telepoted.
Ten guns turned toward him.
Luke screamed. "FIRE!!!"
Every weapon on the boat opened up at once.
Hundreds of rounds per second. Aimed at a single man standing ten metres away.
Indra sighed. Of course, they have guns.
"God speed," he whispered.
He vanished.
"HE'S GONE!"
"WHER-"
"I CAN'T FIND HI-"
An afterimage.
That was all they saw. A blur of blue light where Indra had been standing.
Then another blur three metres to the left. Then another at the stern, and then another on the port side.
He was moving at a speed noone from the crew could follow.
The afterimages overlapped, creating the illusion of ten Indras standing across the deck simultaneously.
The mercenaries kept firing. Bullets tore through afterimages, punching holes through nothing. All for nothing.
Indra weaved between the gunfire with thunder-like speed.
A mercenary reloaded, as he looked, he saw Indra standing directly in front of him.
"Wh-"
Indra flicked him in the forehead.
The man launched backward like he'd been hit by a truck. He flew off the deck and hit the sea.
Two more rushed him from behind with combat knives, as guns did not work. Indra didn't turn around. He shifted left, letting the first blade pass his ribs. He caught the second man's wrist, twisted, and redirected the knife into his partner's thigh. The first man screamed, while the second man stared at his empty hand.
Indra's knee came up and connected with the second man's sternum.
The first man, knife still in his thigh, pulled a grenade.
Indra plucked it from his hand before the pin cleared.
"No," he said.
He tossed the grenade overboard.
One minute.
That was how long it took.
Sixty seconds from the first gunshot to the last body hitting the deck. Ten highly trained mercenaries with military-grade weapons, neutilized.
Indra stood in the middle of the deck as he looked around at the bodies. Then, his focus shifted to the equipment around the boat.
This wasn't a fishing boat.
He reached down and grabbed the nearest conscious mercenary by the neck.
The man struggled, clawing at Indra's fingers.
Indra held him up and studied him.
European. Military training. High-end equipment.
He turned the man's head to the side. There, on the back of his neck, was a tattoo. A single blood drop tattoo.
Indra's eyes narrowed.
"So," he said calmly. "You work for that mosquito."
The man glared at him.
Indra's free hand ignited. Blue-white electricity spread around his fist.
He drove his fist through the man's chest.
It was instant. The thunder-coated hand passed through flesh and bone like they were paper. The man's eyes went wide. He looked down, then looked up. He saw Indra's glowing eyes, calm and indifferent, the eyes of a god passing judgment.
Indra pulled his hand free, and let the body drop.
He looked at the remaining mercenaries. Some were unconscious. Some were trying to crawl away. Some were frozen, staring at the hole in their comrade's chest.
"Guess I don't need a reason to kill you all now."
He vanished yet again.
Blue light rushed across the deck. Each time it stopped, a thunder-coated fist punched through a chest.
Crack.
Drop.
Crack.
Drop.
The afterimages ran around the deck.
Three seconds later, eight bodies lay dead.
Emma scrambled backward on the deck, slipping on blood. She landed hard, her pistol skidding out of reach.
She looked up.
Indra stood before her.
For the first time, she could see his face.
He had dark brown hair that fell in layered waves around his face and neck, with a few loose strands across his forehead. A faint scar ran vertically across one eye, and another mark was visible on his cheek.
INDRA(COMMENT)
His eyes still glowed with the same shade as the thunder.
He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilted her face up, and made her stand.
She stood.
His glowing eyes looked into hers.
"Where are you headed?"
At that moment, she forgot everything. Her job. Her training. Her loyalty to His Highness. Everything.
"J-Japan," she stuttered.
"And why Japan?"
"De-elliver-ery, m-medic-cal equ-"
His hand moved.
In an instant, her head separated from her body.
Her body stood for a half second longer before it crumpled down.
Indra started walking as he rose into the air. The storm cloud above stirred violently.
He looked down at the boat.
"Descent," he whispered, and the sky answered.
A single, massive column of lightning descended from the storm cloud, and truck the boat dead centre.
BOOOOM!!
The ocean around the vessel erupted. The hull split, the deck buckled, and the fuel tanks detonated.
The explosion turned the night into day for three seconds.
Then darkness returned.
Indra hovered above the wreckage. The storm cloud above him was already dissipating, and so was the lightning. The sky returned to its natural state.
He looked at the burning remains with he ever calm eyes.
"I need to contact old man Ming."
Then the thunder cracked one final time, and he was gone.
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