My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia-Chapter 133 - 129 Reunion 4
[MANILA – ERMITA DISTRICT – 6:47 PM – DAY 5 POST-KING KINETIC INCIDENT]
"I see. Thank you for your time." The door was pushed open. Following which, a man with shoulder length black hair and a capture scarf walked out of the building.
’That’s another dead end.’ Aizawa sighed wearily before heading to the car parked on the narrow street.
A beat-up sedan they’d rented. He pulled open the passenger door and dropped into the seat.
"Anything?" All Might asked from behind the wheel. He was in his deflated form, wearing civilian clothes and sunglasses that did absolutely nothing to make him less recognizable to those who knew him.
"The owner says a boy matching the description stayed there two nights ago. Paid in cash, kept his hood up, left before sunrise." Aizawa grunted, rubbing his temples.
"Same pattern as the last two places."
"Was. Past tense." Aizawa pulled out his phone, marking the location on their digital map. "By the time we get information, he’s already moved on. He’s not staying anywhere more than a night or two."
They’d been in Manila for three days. It had taken two days before that to gain international clearance to avoid any misunderstandings as well as verification of Yuta’s location.
Nezu had provided a general area based on the King Kinetic incident and subsequent string of crime bust events with no apparent Hero being credited.
But Manila was a city of fourteen million people packed into 619 square kilometers. Finding one sixteen-year-old who didn’t want to be found was like searching for a specific grain of sand on a beach.
"He could have left the city," Toshinori suggested.
"He hasn’t." Aizawa was certain.
"How do you know?"
"Call it a hunch or whatever, but from the info, he’s only stayed a maximum of two days in a place. In that scenario, he leaves early and returns late so majority of his time is spent elsewhere."
"It hasn’t been a week yet so finding shelter in a foreign environment and no identity should be difficult. The hotels he goes to all have one thing in common. You pay and they don’t ask questions about identity. How he gets the cash to pay for night stays is unknown for now, but that’s probably where he spends majority of his time during the day."
Aizawa frowned. "And for a kid in his case, I can’t think of too many ways to make money that are legitimate."
"The local underworld," Toshinori murmured with a grim face. "With a Quirk like his, he could easily fall into the wrong crowd."
"That’s one of the worst case scenarios." Aizawa agreed. "Which is all the more reason to find him. He’s likely looking for work that requires muscle and no paperwork. Docks, construction, or worse. Those should be our next targets."
Toshinori started the engine. "Where to next?"
"South. There’s a cluster of cheap hotels Nezu flagged as likely hiding spots. We check those, then expand the search radius to the three more ’no-questions-asked’ motels on the list near the harbor. If he’s looking for quick cash, the shipping containers are the best place to start..."
The sedan pulled away from the curb, merging into Manila’s chaotic evening traffic. Jeepneys weaved between lanes and motorcycles darted through impossible gaps.
"Have you anticipated his response when we find him," Toshinori asked after a moment, "He’s been on his own for almost a week. He might not want to come back."
"He will," Aizawa said. "Once he hears about his family, he’ll come. I have another concern."
"What’s that?"
"His abilities. His quirk." Aizawa replied in deep thought. "We’ve both seen the footage of his actions in Manila. That wall of earth he rose and the speed to save so many people. I discussed it with Nezu and he said that’s beyond what he was capable of a week ago."
All Might was stunned. "You think something changed?"
"I don’t know." Aizawa shook his head. "But what we’re sure of is that control of earth is not part of his documented quirk. Whether it’s new or he’s been hiding it is another story. Like Nezu said. The question isn’t whether he’ll come back. It’s whether he’ll trust us enough to accept the plan."
"But will he trust us enough to believe it? After everything that’s happened?"
Silence followed the question.
’The Shinkansen. Hosu. The train,’ Aizawa thought. ’He’s been in almost every major incident this year, so there’s always the possibility that he’ll reject this no matter how small.’
Aizawa looked out the window. ’When we find him, what do I even say? "Sorry I sent you home on a train that got dropped in the ....’
BOOM! A massive concussion wave rocked the car.
A fireball erupted from one of the expressway’s support columns three hundred meters distant. The concrete pillar made of reinforced steel and modern materials rated to withstand earthquakes ... cracked like an eggshell under the blast.
In the distance, a hooded boy just about paying for a brand new phone suddenly turned his head towards the explosion alongside everyone in the store and general vicinity.
"Huh?"
"What’s going on?"
BOOM!
Back there, the highway shook.
Toshinori slammed on the brakes as a pillar of fire erupted into the evening sky. The sedan skidded before coming to a halt. Around them, other vehicles did the same.
A chain reaction of sudden stops and panicked drivers.
"What the ...." Aizawa was already reaching for his capture weapon.
BOOM!
A second explosion. This time on the opposite side of the highway, mirroring the first. Another support column cracked, concrete crumbling away.
The expressway tilted. That however was all it took to send everyone into full panic.
"Someone’s trying to bring down the highway," Aizawa said, already opening his door.
"Villain attack." Toshinori’s hand was on his own door handle.
"We need to get these people off before it—"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three more explosions fired in rapid succession. This time, it wasn’t targeting the support columns. These erupted from the high-rise buildings flanking the expressway.
Fire erupted from shattered windows, setting the building’s alarms off. Emergency sprinklers activated, then failed as the blasts knocked out power. Glass rained down toward the street below. People on the ground level scattered, screaming.
"Damn it." Aizawa’s eyes tracked upward, searching for the source.
He found her, standing on the expressway’s elevated roadway several hundred meters ahead.
BOOM!
One moment the elevated roadway was empty. The next, a figure blasted downwards, destroying the earth beneath her.
Even from a distance, Aizawa could make out details: tattered clothes that looked more like they’d been hastily thrown on than properly worn, bare feet on the car’s roof, hair that flowed like it had a mind of it’s own, and most striking ... "Hahahaha!"
The look of an utter maniac. "Toshinori .."
"I see her." All Might was already moving toward cover, preparing to transform where civilians wouldn’t see. "Evacuate the civilians. I’ll handle ..."
BOOM!
The blast erupted from the woman’s hands ... a sphere of compressed explosive force that streaked through the air and slammed into an office building across the street. The entire fourth floor detonated. Glass, concrete, and steel erupted outward.
The building groaned, structural supports glowing red-hot through the blast damage.
"AAAHHHH!"
"Villains!"
People poured from the building’s exits in panicked streams. Around them on the expressway, drivers were abandoning their vehicles, running toward exit ramps. Chaos spreading like wildfire.
"EVERYBODY OFF THE HIGHWAY!" Aizawa shouted. "MOVE! NOW!"
Then rushed forward while putting on his goggles.
There was too much dust, people and vehicles obstructing his view. He needed a better view.
High above, standing on the very edge of the cracked asphalt, the woman stared down at the chaos she had wrought. Fire. Smoke. Screaming.
Reze stood still, taking in the chaos she’d created with something approaching ecstasy.
A jagged, porcelain mask covered the left side of her face, hiding the mess of scar tissue that ran from her temple to her jaw—a permanent reminder of why she hated the order this society fought so hard to maintain.
Suddenly, the concrete beneath her feet rippled like water.
Reze’s grin widened. ’Right on time.’ A pale, lithe figure merged out of the solid ground, his body half-submerged in the road as if it were a pool of liquid. This was her brother, the only living tether she had left to a world she wanted to burn.
"It’s finished," he said, his voice carrying a rasp.
"All twenty-three charges are embedded in the support columns. Structural weak points, just like you specified."
"And the buildings?" Reze asked, not looking at him.
"Eight charges. Four buildings. They won’t even know what hit them." He paused. "But are you sure about this? The casualties will be—"
"Extensive." Reze’s smile was visible even through her mask. "Exactly as I want it to be."
Kuya was silent for a moment. "Silver Surfer isn’t even here."
"She will be. And when she arrives to find hundreds dead because she was too slow .." her hands glowed a faint purple. "She’ll finally understand what I felt that day."
"Revenge won’t bring them back."
"No. But it’ll make me feel better."
Kuya studied his sister’s masked face. The madness that had been growing for three years, fed by grief and rage and the toxic combination of a quirk that literally destroyed things and a mind that wanted to destroy everything.
"I’m leaving," he shook his head "Once you activate the charges. I’m not staying to watch this."
"I know," she replied. "You never do. Always running and hiding."
"One of us has to survive to remember them properly. Not as an excuse for mass murder. But as they actually were."
"Go." Reze snapped. "Before I change my mind about letting you leave."
He didn’t need to be told twice. The pavement rippled again and Kuya sank into it. Gone in seconds.
Reze raised both hands toward the sky.
Purple light erupted from two dozen points along the expressway simultaneously—each one marking an explosive charge she had created and Kuya had embedded in the structure. The light spread like a virus, crawling along steel supports and concrete pillars. Beneath the tires of the stalled cars, and along the very railings. A single thought was all that was required to destroy it all.
’Huh .... what the hell ...’ Aizawa stopped running at the sight of a spreading purple hue illuminating the dark concrete. It looked like a neon nervous system. ’Dammit. The whole structure is rigged ...’
At that moment, the purple light reached its peak, obscuring almost everything. ’Should I wait?’ The thought emerged within Reze. Then,
"HAHAHAHA!" Before being suppressed. "LIKE HELL. NO WAY I’M GIVING THAT BITCH THE CHANCE TO STOP ME." Her laugh echoed across the expressway.
"SINCE YOU LIKE TO SAVE PEOPLE. THEN SAVE THEM ALL ... ..."
Thud!
The crescendo of Reze’s laughter was abruptly cut short as something struck her squarely on her neck.
Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp instantly. The fearsome villainess about to destroy the entire highway suddenly collapsed forward, unconscious before she hit the ground
With it, the purple light flickering across the expressway wavered, then died completely as her concentration shattered.
Behind her stood a figure in a black hoodie, fist still extended from the knockout blow. He caught her before she could fall off the expressway edge, lowering her to the concrete with more care than she probably deserved.
He looked at the unconscious villain, then at the fading purple glow across the structure. At the fires, damage, and the hundreds of people who’d almost died.
"Seriously." He rubbed his forehead, eyes carrying nothing but exhaustion.
"Why," Yuta muttered, "is it always the ones who want to blow things up?"
He just wanted to buy a phone. Was that too much to ask?
Yuta stood, dusting off his hands. The unconscious villain wasn’t going anywhere. Police sirens were getting louder.
Time to leave and find another electronics store. Preferably one further away from ...
SWOOOOSH.
The sound of displaced air rushed last his ear, causing his hairs to stand on end. It was fast, massive, and coming from his left.
Yuta’s head snapped in that direction. A golden-haired figure was mid-flight, fist cocked back, muscular form radiating righteous fury.
"I AM HERE!" The fist was already swinging toward him. "YOU DARN VILLAIN!" With the force of a natural disaster.
’Fuck—’
Yuta’s arms crossed in front of his face on pure instinct. Chakra flooded his forearms, hardening muscle and bone beyond their natural limits.
The fist connected.
BOOM.
The impact exploded outward in a sphere of compressed air. The concrete beneath Yuta’s feet cratered. His legs carved two deep troughs into the expressway as he was driven backward, boots grinding through asphalt like a plow through dirt.
Ten meters. Fifteen. Twenty.
Yuta’s heels dug in harder. Chakra erupted from his feet, anchoring him to the ground through sheer force of will.
He stopped. The wind blast from the punch tore past him, ripping his hood back and exposing his face completely.
Yuta stood there, arms still crossed, breathing hard. His forearms ached from the force behind that.
’Who the hell ...’ He lowered his arms, looking up at his attacker.
All Might stood frozen mid-stance, fist still extended, the mask of righteous fury freezing into an expression of pure shock.
"Young... Young Akutami?"
"All Might?"
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