Izuku of the Tam Avarice

Chapter 7: A Big Chonkywonky Problem

Dākuai's POV
*Ding*

Hey Mister Vigilante, I never caught your name?

Oh this is Mei isnt it my name is Dākuai

Thank you very much.

Its no problem

I shall alert you as to when I have some new babies! Good Bye

See ya

You smiled at the thought of not being stabbed as much. You leap from the corner of the roof you're on and fall gracefully, as the wind rushes through your ghost-white hair, your non-broken horn slowly darkens turning pitch black and shoots two dark bubble straight at the ground. As they make impact, they seem to tear the ground open leaving an inky black hole. You squint as you pass through the inky butthole thing, opening your eyes fully as you're shot out of the second one, at tremendous speeds. You started to slow down as your ascent came to an end, you look out over the the jungle of concrete and metal. It's bright light hypnotising you. Your descent begins and feel yourself fall at a quickening pace, so you to use this speed you shoot another ball of shadow right into an angular roof. As you hit the black floor you pass right through and shoot right towards a sky scraper, at a speed incomprehensible by most.

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3rd Person POV

A dark figure sat in his chair seemingly peering out into the darkness.

So the Boy is finally rearing his ugly little bro- owl-like head... Heh. What a fun little game he's playing... I wonder if I can join. I'll give him something that'll distract him then, all I need is a little information.

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Dākuai's POV

A sneeze echoed through the many alleyways as it escaped from my nose. And it gave away my location to some very angry heroes. One being Endeavour a loud, fiery douchebag and another a very serious wooden dude. That sparks some food for thought like is his ding ding made of wood or ah I'm getting sidetracked again. Focus on not having to heal cause that'll hurt like a b.tch. That thought ended the second the flames licked my toes and started to eat away at my trouser leg, the adrenaline giving me a few seconds of speed unparalleled by even All Might taking off like a flash of light, the world sped up around me turning into a blur... Before I hit a wall. Luckily said wall was about 3.2 kilometres away from Endeavwhore and Mr Happy Tree or whatever.

I sat there dazed and confused for a few minutes whilst my brain tried to comprehend how in the 7 circles of hell I managed to cross 3.2 kilometres in about 5 seconds. So I decided to get up and start running home. As I jogged home my brain ran through all the possibilities.

A new piece of my power had decided to say hello, my rapidly changing body was adapting to my fighting and running cause adrenaline to overshoot my bodies capabilities, or I was in a fanfic and the writer had, had enough and wanted to show some powers from a later fanfic, or they'd had enough and wanted to play around. But those last two were pretty out there.

Now I'm not saying I know what's going on but could you hit the vote button please cause the writer literally lives off 2 minutes of sleep and a fuckton of coffee. Not that I know of course.

[Seriously my sleep schedule is fucked]

My jog turned into a full on sprint as the area around me started to open up into a park giving me a chance to really let the acceleration hit me. I started to speed up and decided to just send it right into a goddamn billboard sign. So as I carried on through said sign my body took an excess amount of metal shoved through my body and started to heal immediately taking up a lot of energy.

When I eventually did get home I was tired... Tired as fuck.

Aizawa's POV

I flicked to a new tab whilst I was grading the brats quizzes late at night as I noticed some weird news. A man had gone flying through a billboard... wtf us wrong with people these days. Seriously.

Dākuai's POV

My body aches. That's the basis of my day from when I woke up, whilst I was at work, to when I started my rounds as the cleanup crew on street 7. My body ached.
The more I tried to heal the aches the more they hurt. Which confused me. I thought over the issue and realised my healing was the problem. It's not goddamn energy efficient. Just like a certain Pikachu that I met at the USJ.

As my body slowly readjusted to numb the aches that forbade my body comfort I came across a mugger one with the intention of harm in a group of three. One tall and curvy, one shorter and pink and one that looked like incarnation of an punk rocker.

The tall one was holding a pole that looked pretty solid but flexible. Whilst the pink one and the rocker tried to support from behind

I decided to drop in... Cause you know I dropped into the fight. Haha *badum tss* hehe puns. My favourite.

Anyway I decided to drop in on top of the guy who decided that fingers with holes in the tips was scary enough to mug someone with like what the hell. Who'd be scared of them they're basically dickfingers.

For my troubles of knocking the man of the hour out, I get hit with the pole, a very hard and very metal pole. Which really hurt. I whipped my head round at the girls with the intent to maim. But ended up leaving it as they were about my estimated age the ripe old number of 16. No clue if it's that or not though. So when I opened my mouth to say you're welcome I got the pole to the stomach. Then the chest, then the face. Three shots. Three free shots that I will definitely feel in the morning. So I decided to walk away.

Slowly.

And menacingly.

And very very angry.

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It's me Zezzoo I'm alive and still kicking I tried to rush this slightly and re write it several times so it's very recycled. Plus I haven't actually been writing much so it may be a little clunky as I get back into the flow of writing again. Thank you if you do read it. You're all wonderful for continuing to read this book. Thank you.