Chapter 11 - Act No.45 of 1907
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Sweat poured down battered bodies as they clashed, arms locking and hitting each other as fighters tested their arts on the traditional tatami mat.
"Suguruuu! You're finally here, you need to help me!" An orange-haired man of large stature in a karate gi ran towards a newly arriving Suguru just as he opened the front door.
And that's Goichi Kendō a.k.a the owner.
"Evening." He greeted politely as he closed the dojo's door behind him.
The Kendō Dojo, owned and established by the Kendō family passed down from generation to generation, is currently managed by the family's head.
"DAAAD! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!!" And now comes the second orange-haired running in his direction, this time a lot younger than the previous one. "WHERE DID YOU PUT MY DAMN DIARY!!!?" And a girl too at that.
Itsuka Kendō, the oldest child of the family, pride and joy of this place and also...
"S-SUGURU?!" Suguru's childhood friend.
"... Yo."
The training lasted long into the night.
And so by the time they were done, it was night time already, and the streets were empty except for the two figures walking on the sidewalk side by side carrying bags on their back as they went.
Chatter and occasional laughter could be heard from the two as they walked, or, more accurately Suguru walking her home after they had finally, thank God, finished with helping Itsuka's dad prepare a new batch of students for a tournament that would come.
"... -pffft, Ahaha! I still can't believe that guy actually smiled when she kicked him in the face!" Her laughter filled the silence of the empty street as they both passed.
Suguru, even while snickering, tried to calm his ginger friend down before the neighbourhood got woken up in the middle of the night because of them. "Now-now don't make fun of Misaki-san like that, he's still our senior you know?"
The reason Suguru was even called so suddenly was that this night had been a joint training session with another family dojo close to the Kendō family. They apparently need another guy to go toe to toe with their duo prodigy and not look weak in front of the other dojo.
"Plus 'that girl' is the daughter of the head of that Aizawa Dojo you know? Ma~n we just had a joint training session with them and you didn't even know their direct heir."
"Pfffffft - ( „°ㅁ°) !!" And the poor water bottle was wasted just like that, spraying out of her mouth like a ginger fountain. "TOMO-CHAN IS HIS DAUGHTER!!? NO WONDER!"
That night was probably the most intense match Suguru had ever saw she had with another girl, but then again, when the opponent is Tomo Aizawa he guessed it was expected.
A nearby Family Mart sign flickered its light drawing absent gaze to it, the echoing sound of cricket all around somehow making them more tired as they go on. And, as the flickering sign so clearly signalled-
".. I'm buying tea" he noted as they both unconsciously began walking towards the convenience store.
"You think they still got frappé?"
"Some poor worker you're gonna force to make you frappé in the middle of the night, Kendō"
"Night shift exists, you know? Don't you ever seen those indie horror games?"
"... Aah-"
↑ He gets what she's talking about.
Chime~♪
"Thank you for coming~"
Now with beverages in hand, both of them decided to hang around the parking lot for a moment while enjoying what little caffeine they could immediately digest as the moon stood high in the sky.
Bzzt~! Bzzt~!
That is, before a sudden vibration came from Suguru's pocket that grabbed both of their attention.
She caught a glimpse of the screen as he pulled it out, the screen, while extremely dimmed revealed what appears to be-
"Eh? Just now-Uwa!"
As quickly as that window of opportunity came it was gone in a flash, Suguru stood up so suddenly it almost knocked Kendō off her feet.
Quickly restabilising her footing she pointed her finger at him irritated. "What's that?! Another girlfriend?-"
"It's not. It's my relative's nursing home." He replied growling in exhaustion just from looking at the coming call screen. "And I dated a girl for 4 months once and you're acting like I'm passed around like an absent sheet, stop that.
Now excuse me."
"Pfft-! Joking~!"
She laughed as she looked at his retreating figure, even as her thoughts continued to run behind her smile as a small bead of sweat appeared on her head.
"Besides, what kind of nursing home is named HPSC with a blackened-out number on it Suguru..."
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The walls of his holding cell were bloodstained from the previous unlucky guards who had to be present at the time of one of his many escape attempts.
Two heavily armed guards stood by, their eyes watching tirelessly at the large man strapped to a vertical metal platform with a quirk restraining jacket, full body wrap, and several other physical restraining devices fully dedicated to just one body, leaving only his head, shaped not far from that of a praying mantis with two long sharp mandibles on the thesis of his jaw, visible.
"Ne-nee, guard-chaaaan~" The heavily scared man called out to the two armed guards standing in front of him, his tone giddy and ecstatic even as their weapons were drawn and pointing at his very head with their fingers already resting against the trigger. "Do we have another one today? Is it another execution right? Right?! I just have this feeling you know~?"
Both guards only answered in silence, for they knew anything that could give them an identity would be remembered and targeted by the man in front of them, as he had done to many guards before them.
"Meaneee~ don't just ignore me like that-"
But the sound of the reinforced door opening caught the attention of all inside as several figures entered the containment room.
The first was another armed guard similar to the other two already in the room, but those who entered after are impossible to ignore.
"kyaaaaa! Hawks-kyuun~" The prisoner cheered.
Because the one that comes after is the still new and rising rookie of the year, the Wing Hero: Hawks, entered the room with his trademark carefree expression freshly minted on his face as his hands rest in his pocket as if completely relaxed even with the presence of the infamous A-rank villain in the room.
Wink~☆!
"Kyaa-!"
He even winks at him, earning some well-earned side eyes from the guards.
But the second and third to come were less easily recognisable.
An ash blonde middle-aged woman in a dark suit came first, her steel like composing and eyes seemed to take the room's atmosphere in nothing but cold calculation even as the man strapped in restraints expression began warping into something more and more sinister.
"My-My, what have I ever done to be honoured to meet you once again?" His voice was condescending in tone and mocking in its delivery even as the guards tightened their fingers around their triggers. "Madam President"
26th President of the Hero Public Safety Commission, Madam President Keiko Arisaka.
"And youuuu..."
An unusually tall boy still in his uniform, the logo stitched into it clearly showing the name of his school. "Mustafa Private Middle School, quite the long way from home aren't you pretty boy~?"
His long hair is tied up in a man bun while a strand of hair frames a single side of his face showcasing his dark amethyst eyes even more prominently than they already are.
But the boy didn't offer the man any response, only staring at him with a sort of neutral expression, not giving him a hint of his true emotions.
"Ekhem-!" But the president is not there to chat.
"Inmate number 0187, birth name Akeo Kamakiri, the Minister of Justice has officially signed your execution warrant as of yesterday evening and by the authority given to me I am here to fulfil my duty to personally oversee your execution pross-"
"yada-yada-yada oh come o~n Madam President-chan it's, what? The third time this year? We really should've already passed this stage of the relationship, nee Hawks-kun?"
"Please don't involve me in this, I just work here"
Even with the declaration of his own execution, Akeo Kamakiri barely took the warrant of his death any more seriously than one would on someone telling them of a coming rain.
He giggled to himself even as the President's eyes turned colder by the second and the teenager standing next to her barely moved during their whole exchange, his own eyes only looking directly at the prisoner's own directly.
She then continues, ignoring his interruption entirely. "... personally oversee your execution process. With the charges of villainy, six counts of villainous activity resulting in injury to another person, three resulting in injury that leads to the death of another person, and two counts of homicide, attacking a Hero in duty-"
As the president continues to talk the guards that were in the room hardened their eyes as the list of crimes grows on, reminding themselves of just what kind of man that was before them.
Hawks to the side showed no visible reaction as it is not the first time he was called to accompany the president in this sort of duty-bound visiting hour to prisoners awaiting death in Tartarus.
While Suguru, on the other hand, while he tried to show no reaction, the whiting fist and the edges of his mouth perked just enough for him to notice.
And the man smiled in full in return. "What's wrong?.. Feeling tingly? Just imagine if all those people I killed are your mommy and daddy, ooh how saad~"
And just for a brief moment, Suguru's smile widened with him.
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Extra!!
Character profile:
Name: Itsuka Kendō | Chiba Municipal Makuhari Junior High School
Age: 14
Birthday: September 9th
Height: 5'4"
Blood type: O
Sign: Virgo
Family composition: Father, Mother, Younger brother
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Quirk: Big Fist
Itsuka's Quirk grants her the ability to enlarge both of her hands to a gigantic size, at the same time it grants her enhanced strength that increases her striking power and her grip even further.
The limit of how much her hands could grow was never really reached but she could grow them to a point where her fist grew larger than what her enhanced strength could handle.
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A spirited and strong-willed girl, her karate background and even more well-known for striking down all troublemakers in her middle school. With her position as the class monitor, it was a near makeover of the entire school with even senior year men doing the impossible of not doing stupid stuff all the time.
Generally regarded as a tomboy by most of her boy colleagues due to her sporty hobbies and her natural drive to take the lead in a situation when needed, but cheerful and mature personality often times overwrite that stigma into something more of a "big sister" figure.
Ch. Emd~
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Enough seasonal depression, time to write again
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