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Reviewing the footage for the sixth time, Nezu hummed curiously. The small, animalistic principal of U.A. High School had seen many things in his long and storied career, but this new villain — Sukuna — was proving to be an anomaly unlike anything he'd encountered before.
His black eyes remained glued to the monitor, watching as the masked figure, with casual arrogance, toyed with heroes who were, by all accounts, supposed to be among the best Japan had to offer.
Sukuna didn't just defeat these heroes — he humiliated them. From spraying squid ink all over Ingenium to supplexing Gang Orca, Sukuna's actions were as theatrical as they were terrifying. The villains Nezu had encountered in his time were often brutal, chaotic, or driven by a particular ideology. Sukuna, however, seemed different.
He wasn't just powerful; he enjoyed making a spectacle of his strength, playing with his opponents like a cat with a mouse, leaving them alive and relatively well, but with their pride shattered into shambles.
The footage continued playing, showing the laughing villain blocking every attack with ease, his body language exuding confidence. Nezu's tail flicked back and forth in contemplation. What was his goal? Was this just a game to him, or was there something deeper beneath the surface?
The HSPC — the Hero Public Safety Commission — had reached out to Nezu in desperation. It wasn't often that the HSPC asked for help, especially not from someone like him. They had their own resources, their own plans, but Sukuna had thrown them all into disarray.
His rapid rise to notoriety, combined with his unpredictability, had left the commission scrambling for a solution. Even Hawks, the third-ranked hero and the go-to for the H.P.S.C, was defeated in a humiliating fashion.
Now, they were looking to him, the principle, hoping that the famed genius of U.A. High could come up with a plan to capture this dangerous new villain.
And with a tight deadline to boot considering that each day, more and more heroes were confronted with the bitter reality of defeat.
The latest one from last night to be defeated by the rapidly acknowledged King of Villains, Mirko.
On the screen, Sukuna's latest bout was playing on a loop: his battle with Mirko, the Rabbit Hero.
Some bystander, a major hero fan, had been on the nearby rooftop when he noticed the fight and recorded it covertly from a nearby rooftop, capturing the bulk of the fight before Sukuna made his escape.
The video had spread across social media like wildfire, amassing millions of views in mere hours. It wasn't just the fight itself that captivated the public, but the way Sukuna seemed to have the upper hand against one of Japan's top heroes.
Mirko wasn't the strongest fighter in Japan, no, that honor belonged to All-Might, but the rabbit hero was known for being one of the strongest hand to hand users, widely considered third-ranked in hand to hand combat in Japan, just beneath All Might and Endeavor.
And yet when faced with Sukuna, she had pretty much lost.
Put up a really good fight, but she still lost in the end.
"Fascinating…" Nezu murmured before switching to a different footage he had watched earlier.
Sukuna's quirk — or quirks — were still an enigma. At first glance, it appeared he had superhuman strength, speed, and agility, which he demonstrated against Edgeshot and Hawks. But then there was the ink — thick, sticky, and weaponized in a way that suggested either a second quirk or some unknown ability. Not to mention his strange affinity for scaling walls, moving with a spider-like grace that defied gravity.
"One very versatile quirk? Or several?" Nezu pondered aloud, his tail twitching behind him as he considered the possibilities. Quirks this versatile were rare, but not impossible. Perhaps the villain possessed some sort of copy quirk, maybe a storage kind of quirk.
Currently, it was hard to deduce even with the vast amount of footage that Nezu had watched.
But the more he did, the more he was quickly realising that there was a good chance of Sukuna either possessing a strong kind of copy quirk, or worse, multiple quirks. And if Sukuna did possess multiple quirks, that opened up a new range of extremely troubling possibilities.
A quicksilver image of a man dressed in a dark suit flashed to mind.
Nezu grimaced.
The only reason he wasn't gripped by panic was only due to the fact that this Sukuna character was obviously not bloodthirsty or some kind of monster.
A shameless criminal who needed to learn to respect the law? Definitely.
But a heartless monster? No.
It was clear that that was not the case.
And All-Might had taken care of that man six years ago, permanently. No one could survive their face being smashed in with the herculean power of the number one hero in the world.
He played back the footage of the ink incident, where Sukuna sprayed Ingenium and a crowd of civilians with black, viscous ink from what appeared to be an octopus-like tentacle. Ingenium, blinded and humiliated, had tried and failed to chase Sukuna, who had disappeared without a trace, laughing as he went.
"Who are you, Sukuna?" Nezu whispered, leaning closer to the screen.
He thought back to the HSPC's request. They wanted Sukuna neutralized as soon as possible. The public's confidence in their heroes was being eroded with each of his appearances. It wasn't just about the physical defeats — it was the psychological impact. Heroes were supposed to be untouchable, symbols of hope and justice.
But Sukuna was making them look powerless, and that was a dangerous precedent to set.
But how do you catch someone like Sukuna? Someone who seemed to relish the chase, someone who played by his own rules? Nezu had spent hours analyzing the footage, watching for any patterns, any weaknesses he could exploit. But Sukuna was careful, his strategy fluid and adaptable. Even Nezu, with his genius intellect, was finding it difficult to pin down a definitive plan.
"Challenging," Nezu mused, a small smile creeping onto his face. "And exciting."
He thrived on challenges like these. In fact, he hadn't been this excited in a long time. Sukuna was an enigma, a puzzle that Nezu was determined to solve. It was rare for him to encounter an opponent — hero or villain — who truly tested his strategic mind. This was a game, one that Nezu fully intended to win.
Nezu was in the middle of a deep, analytical thought when the alarm in his office suddenly blared. He jolted, momentarily surprised, a rare lapse in his usually composed demeanor. His tiny form straightened in his chair as his sharp eyes immediately darted toward the multiple monitors surrounding him.
U.A. High School's security system was one of the most advanced in the world, designed to be virtually impenetrable. For the alarm to go off now meant only one thing — someone had breached the outer perimeter.
"What a curious turn of events..." Nezu murmured under his breath. His paw quickly moved across the controls, switching the monitor feed to show live footage of the school's perimeter. What greeted him was both perplexing and intriguing.
A tall, well-built man had entered past the school gate. His attire was peculiar, to say the least. Dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that concealed him entirely from head to toe, including gloves and black pants, there wasn't a single piece of exposed skin visible. Most bizarre, however, was the mask.
The intruder wore a carrot-shaped mask with a pair of comically large glasses perched on top, completely out of place given his formal clothing.
Nezu blinked. The carrot mask reminded him, immediately and unmistakably, of another notorious figure — Sukuna. The infamous villain had been sporting a similarly ridiculous, food-themed mask during his attacks, a banana-shaped headpiece.
For someone to be wandering around U.A. with another food-themed mask, it was too much to be a coincidence.
The principle's keen mind raced through possibilities, but the most likely scenario formed rapidly.
This intruder was connected to Sukuna. Perhaps he was an ally, or even an informant. Maybe it was just a fan…
Hopefully not.
There was a good chance that that was not the case since they wouldn't have been able to get past the security otherwise.
And if Nezu played his cards right, this could be a golden opportunity to gather valuable intel on the King of Villains.
A small, excited grin tugged at Nezu's mouth as he reached for the security controls. His paw hovered over the button for full lockdown protocols. "Let's see how you handle this, Mr. Carrot."
With a few quick taps, the entire campus shifted into high alert. The sound of thick metal barriers sliding into place reverberated through the halls. Every entrance, every window, every possible exit was immediately sealed off. The school grounds were now a controlled environment, with the intruder locked inside.
Now there was no way to get into the buildings. And with just a physical touch here and there on the keyboard, Nezu fortified the outer barrier that prevented people from coming inside in the first place.
With that, the carrot-masked intruder could no longer escape.
"Security protocols engaged," Nezu muttered to himself, watching the live feed as more armored doors slammed shut, cutting off the intruder's path. He then moved to send out an alert to the U.A. heroes currently residing in the dorms, most of them still fast asleep. Nezu typed quickly, his message simple but direct.
Intruder detected on U.A. grounds. All available heroes are to report to the perimeter immediately.
Satisfied with his preparations, Nezu leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with interest. This was no ordinary situation. He didn't know who this carrot-headed individual was, but if he had even the slightest connection to Sukuna, then he was a valuable asset. And Nezu had no intention of letting him slip away.
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Bee, in his newly crafted persona, Gojo Satoru, Gojo for short, a charming young man with a wonderful sense of humor , stood at the gates of U.A. High School.
His eyes hidden beneath the massive carrot mask he now sported, were also equipped with nice black sunglasses he might add.
But he was getting carried away, he looked at the sprawling campus with the curiosity of a newborn, his head tilting this way and that as he took in the surroundings. The tall buildings loomed above him in the night, their sleek designs reflecting the ambitions of the heroes who trained there.
"This place be sleek, so unique," Bee muttered under his breath, his words already slipping into rhyme, "U.A., where the best come to play, their skills on display, night and day!"
He sauntered forward, his gloved hands casually in his pockets, moving with the kind of swagger that only someone wearing a carrot mask could muster. The buildings of U.A. were impressive — modern yet imposing. Each structure told a story of innovation and the pursuit of excellence. He could see why Midnight chose to work here.
And he imagined the place looked even better during the day rather than at this time, when people were getting ready to sleep at eleven pm.
"A school for the best, where heroes are put to the test," he murmured, glancing around. "And me, in a carrot mask, ain't no ordinary guest!" He chuckled to himself, his eyes gleaming behind the mask.
He strolled toward the main building, taking in the sight of the large windows, the high-tech security cameras — everything that made this place the fortress of hero education.
"Midnight's vibe, man, she's so fine. Teaching the young, making them shine," he rhymed smoothly, a grin spreading beneath the mask. "In this place of glory, she's the queen of the story. With that whip and sass, she's got that class!"
His voice picked up pace as he continued his exploring. "Yo, this is the school of dreams, where heroes shout and villains scream. But I'm just here for that Midnight gleam, you know what I mean? Her style so fierce, it'll pierce through my carrot disguise — but don't worry, love, I ain't no spy!"
Gojo laughed to himself, his rhymes getting more absurd with each passing second. His body was loose, relaxed, as he navigated the quiet grounds. The peacefulness of the place made it hard to believe that it housed future defenders of society. But that peace was short-lived.
Suddenly, a soft whirring sound reached Gojo's ears. He stopped mid-rhyme and tilted his head. The sound grew louder, and soon, a multitude of security drones rounded the corner, their lights flashing as they honed in on the carrot-masked intruder.
"Ah, man. Looks like I got some fans." Gojo grinned under his mask before taking off into a sprint. The drones pursued him immediately, their red lights flashing ominously as they closed in.
"Time to dash, time to crash!" Gojo rhymed as he ran, his speed leaving nothing but a blur in his wake. He zigzagged across the campus, effortlessly outpacing the security drones. "Yo, can't catch me, I'm faster than y'all, I'm like a rabbit, quick on the crawl!"
The machines kept coming, more and more of them converging as alarms blared in the distance. Gojo chuckled, feeling the thrill of the chase. He vaulted over a fence and sprinted along the path, his feet barely touching the ground. Despite the chaos, his rhyming didn't stop.
"This place be lit, but they got no wit," Gojo grinned as he leapt onto a wall and ran along it sideways. "They try to catch Gojo, but they can't keep up the show, bro!"
As he rounded the corner of one of the buildings, Gojo came to an abrupt stop.
Standing a few meters away, Present Mic had his arms crossed, his face serious but not overly dramatic. His signature yellow spikes of hair were illuminated by the nearby campus lights, and his trademark sunglasses reflected the faint glow.
"Yo, what's up with the getup, man?" Present Mic asked, his voice carrying its usual energetic cadence. " I do like the carrot mask though. But even though I like it, we can't have you here, you're trespassing on hero turf my vegetable friend."
Gojo tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes hidden beneath the carrot mask. He put a hand to his chin, as if in deep thought, before breaking into his usual rhyming cadence. "Yo, is that Mic with the slick spikes? You think I'm scared of all this hype? Hero turf or villain's ground, I'll be here dancin' all around."
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Present Mic furrowed his brows, clearly not amused by the rhyming intruder. "You've got a real big mouth for someone who's about to get hit with the loudest sound they've ever heard."
Gojo chuckled, wagging a finger at Mic. "Sound's your game? You gotta be jokin'. My rhymes are fire, but yours are broken!"
The hero sighed, shaking his head.
Normally, he would have been much more enthusiastic and positive, but considering how tired he was currently, he just simply wasn't in the mood. "Alright, man, you asked for it."
Without another word, he unleashed a blast of sound, his quirk amplifying his voice to dangerous levels. The air rippled from the force of his sonic attack, and a shockwave of sound barreled toward Gojo with deafening speed.
But as soon as the wave reached where Gojo had been standing, the space was empty.
"Huh?" Present Mic blinked, confusion flickering across his face. He hadn't even seen him move.
A voice whispered from right behind him, casual as could be. "Too slow, man."
Present Mic barely had time to turn his head before Gojo's hand descended in a quick, precise chop to the back of his neck. Present Mic's eyes widened in surprise, and his body stiffened before he collapsed forward, unconscious.
Gojo stood over him, shaking his head. "Told ya, bro. Too much talk, not enough walk." He glanced around the area. "Now, let's see what other fun this place has in store."
He darted off, a blur of motion as he made his way through the maze of buildings and walkways that made up the U.A. campus. As he ran, his eyes darted from one structure to the next, admiring the architecture and the well-kept grounds.
"This place is tight, like a hero's paradise! Buildings so tall, it's really quite nice!"
Suddenly, a mechanical whirring sound filled the air. Gojo looked up just in time to see several security drones and automated turrets converging on his location. Nezu's security protocols were in full effect, and the machines moved with lethal precision.
"Whoa, whoa, chill out, I'm just lookin' around!" Gojo laughed, hopping over a nearby wall as one of the turrets fired a net, barely missing him.
With graceful ease, Gojo sprinted across the courtyard, vaulting over obstacles with the agility of a seasoned athlete. The drones and turrets followed, relentless in their pursuit, but Gojo was too fast, too elusive. He zipped through the campus like a shadow, dodging every trap set in his path.
"This place is a playground for a man like me! So fast, so slick, it's a sight to see!" Gojo shouted as he cartwheeled through a narrow alleyway, evading yet another barrage of nets. "But they can't catch me, I'm way too fly! In this game of chase, I'm the only guy!"
Just as he rounded another corner, Gojo skidded to a halt as he found himself face-to-face with three heroes: Cementoss, Vlad King, and Ectoplasm.
Cementoss immediately slammed his hands into the ground, causing the earth around them to ripple and rise, trapping Gojo in a growing wall of cement. "You're not going anywhere, villain."
Vlad King cracked his knuckles, blood swirling around his arms as he prepared to strike. "You've caused enough trouble for one night."
Ectoplasm stood silently, his clones materializing all around Gojo, boxing him in from every angle.
Gojo didn't seem bothered in the least. In fact, he chuckled. "A cement guy, a blood dude, and the clone master, huh? Well, I gotta say, that's quite the trio. But y'all ain't catchin' me tonight!"
Vlad King narrowed his eyes. "We'll see about that."
In an instant, the three heroes sprang into action. Cementoss sent a wave of cement toward Gojo, the ground cracking and shifting as he tried to entrap him. At the same time, Vlad King's blood tendrils shot forward, aiming to immobilize the carrot-masked intruder. Ectoplasm's clones closed in from all sides, leaving no room for escape.
But Gojo was already on the move.
With a burst of speed, he leaped into the air, somersaulting over the cement wall just as it closed around where he had been standing. He twisted mid-air, avoiding Vlad King's blood tendrils, which lashed out at him like whips.
As Gojo reached the apex of his leap, Ectoplasm made his move, summoning a wave of clones that lunged toward the airborne villain. The clones swarmed him, surrounding Gojo in mid-air, their fists and feet a whirlwind of strikes as they closed in from every angle.
Gojo's movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he parried and weaved through the storm of attacks. His arms moved like lightning, blocking a kick here, deflecting a punch there. Each strike was met with the resistance of his own counterattacks, fists colliding in a blur of motion.
One of the clones aimed a devastating kick toward Gojo's side, but Gojo twisted out of the way, planting his foot on the clone's chest and using it as a launch pad. He propelled himself into the air once more, narrowly avoiding the massive cement hands that had erupted from the ground below, courtesy of Cementoss.
He landed smoothly on the ground, crouching for just a moment before a massive blood hammer came crashing down where he had been standing only moments before. The ground shook from the impact, sending dust and debris flying into the air.
Gojo straightened up, his body language relaxed and playful as he turned toward Vlad King. "A little aggressive, don't you think? That's not very hero-like." His voice dripped with teasing mockery, the smile behind his mask almost palpable.
Vlad King's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, fists clenched, blood swirling around him like a vortex. "When it comes to those who threaten this school, I don't show mercy," he growled, his voice cold and resolute.
Without another word, Vlad King charged, his fists coated in hardened blood, each punch thrown with lethal precision. Gojo met him head-on, ducking beneath Vlad's opening strike and responding with a swift counterpunch aimed at the hero's midsection.
Vlad blocked it, swinging a blood-coated fist toward Gojo's face, but Gojo effortlessly dodged, slipping to the side and delivering a sharp uppercut to Vlad's gut.
The force of the blow sent Vlad King skidding backward, his breath knocked from his lungs as he staggered to regain his footing. But Gojo wasn't given a moment to savor the victory. Almost immediately, the ground beneath him shifted, transforming into thick, sticky mud that began to pull him down before it hardened, courtesy of Cementoss.
Gojo glanced at the ground with a bemused smile, feet to calved trapped in cement. "Well, that's just rude." With a wink behind his mask, he blew a playful kiss toward Cementoss before electricity surged all over the floor, destroying the cement and freeing his limps.
He wasted no time as he leapt into the air once more, narrowly avoiding the blood beam that was fired courtesy of the blood hero.
But Ectoplasm was ready. "Giant Bite Detention!" the hero roared, summoning his ultimate move. A massive clone materialized from the shadows, its jaw open wide as it lunged toward Gojo, intending to trap him in a crushing bite.
Gojo's eyes widened briefly before five octopus tentacles burst from his body, surged forward into the clone giant before Gojo pushed himself away through the tentacles, narrowly evading the monstrous jaws of the giant clone. He flipped backward, landing gracefully a few feet away as the clone's teeth snapped shut on empty air.
He pouted as he looked at his suit, damaged by the latest, and admittedly, desperate move.
Still, he had to give them respect for making him resort to using Gyuki's abilities.
he looked up to see the three heroes—Vlad King, Cementoss, and Ectoplasm—standing side by side, each of them poised for another attack. Gojo tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over them with admiration. "Gotta say, I'm impressed! But y'all can't catch me; I'm far too slick, like a fox with a funky trick!"
The three heroes braced themselves, waiting for his next move. But instead of attacking, Gojo twirled around, spinning like a dancer before unsealing a sword with a dramatic flourish.
The blade gleamed in the moonlight, and with a swift, precise motion, Gojo sliced cleanly through the capture weapon that had been fired at him. His black sunglasses meeting the glowing red eyes of the man who had attacked behind him—Eraser Head.
Eraser Head's gaze was cold and calculating as he observed Gojo, his quirk already in effect, neutralizing any advantage Gojo's quirks might have given him. "So, you're the one causing all this chaos," Eraser Head said evenly, his voice low and serious.
Gojo grinned beneath his mask, the mischievous glint in his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. He couldn't help but slip into his usual rhythm, breaking into rhyme with his typical bravado. "Yeah, that's me, causing a scene, slicker than a hero dream! Can't catch me, I'm too fast, always leaving you in the past!"
Eraser Head didn't react, his expression remaining neutral despite the man's eccentricity.
He had dealt with his fair share of strange villains.
Compared to some of their antics, this intruders rhyming wasn't that annoying.
Eraser Head's gaze drifted to his colleagues. "I don't see Present Mic… or Midnight," He observed, his tone sharp.
Before Gojo could even formulate a witty response, a sultry voice floated through the air. "Oh, I'm here, Eraser."
Oh no.
Gojo's body tensed, his light-hearted demeanor faltering for the briefest of moments.
He slowly turned his head, and his eyes, hidden by his sunglasses, immediately locked onto the figure of Midnight. His heart skipped a beat, and an unmistakable heat rushed to his cheeks.
She was here!
Standing tall and striking in her signature outfit, Midnight leaned against the doorway, her gaze locked onto the carrot-headed intruder. "Well, well, well…" she purred, her voice a velvety melody dripping with dangerous allure. "Looks like we've got a bad boy here."
Gojo's brain stalled for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. His gaze, normally sharp and ready for combat, was now glued to Midnight's… well, to a particular area that made his face flush even redder.
Her breasts were pretty large, and a shameless smile crossed his features as he paid thorough attention to them. "Whoa…" he took a moment before clearing his throat and recovering with exaggerated bravado. "You—uh—gotta be careful with that tone, lady! My heart might stop from how fast it's beatin', yeah!"
Midnight's eyes glinted mischievously as she took a few steps forward, her hips swaying with every movement. "Aww, the big, bad carrot man is nervous? How adorable," she teased, her voice taking on a playful, mocking lilt. "You know what happens to bad boys like you, right?"
Gojo's hands shot up dramatically, fanning his face with exaggerated motions. "Y-You can't do this to me! I might melt, oh no!" he said, stumbling backward, still very much in character. "I ain't ready for your charm attack, Midnight!"
Eraser Head sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Focus, Midnight. He's playing games." He took a step closer, trying to refocus the situation, but Midnight was already enjoying her teasing, and Gojo was clearly too distracted to offer any resistance, his gaze still fixated on her as he slowly backed away.
"And what if I prefer to play along, Aizawa?" Midnight winked at Gojo, her sultry grin growing wider. She knew exactly what effect she was having on the eccentric intruder.
For a moment, Gojo was speechless, blinking behind his sunglasses at how audacious and bold Midnight was.
But then again, he shouldn't be so surprised.
This was after all the woman who he fell in love with at first sight.
It was why he perfectly understood Naruto's position with Mirko.
"Might I just mention that you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world." Gojo admitted, not rapping for once.
Midnight smiled. "Why thank you."
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Elsewhere
In a quiet corner of the house, the faint sounds of pans clattering together broke the silence. Naruto was rummaging through the kitchen, humming a quiet tune as he inspected the contents of the fridge.
Just then, Gyuki's footsteps… or tentacles slithering, filled the kitchen as the second strongest of the tailed beast, naturally in miniature, approached the blonde. "Naruto, where's Bee?"
Naruto paused mid-pour, glancing over his shoulder with a knowing grin. "Bee? You probably don't want to know."
End.
It took five chapters, but our boy Bee finally had some time to shine! We're going to be seeing more of him in U.A from now on!
We'll even see him interact with class 1A, that should be interesting.
Anyway, I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was pretty fun to write for me too.
Take care lads!
Peace.