Freezing Flames

Covered in blood

Kazuya pov

I found there was no use in trying to resist. I had to go through with the commission's order.

I made my way to a deserted warehouse to turn into my alternate identity.

I activated my quirk just enough to turn my hair white, then I changed into my assassin wear. I put on my face mask covering my mouth. I grabbed all my rifles and knives and stuffed them in my inner pockets.

Now I wasn't Kazuya Todoroki. I was one of the pro heroes. The Devil's Assassin hero, Oyama.

Ever since I had been forced to join the commission, I was given vigorous and intense training. Being subjected to hardcore training from the age of nine, I've had eleven years of experience. But what made me different from the rest of the members, was that I was made to train under an extremely classified program called CR5 or Cryptic Rank number 5, where I was made to learn all the different fighting styles apt for an assassin. In ten years, along with martial arts, I had successfully learnt the eight superhuman techniques for assassination. 

glitch, flying strikes, space-walk, steel body, scatter kick, wall crawl, kinetic blast and enhanced sight.

Though I was the youngest member of the commission, I happened to be the only one who had successfully learnt all eight techniques. One would have thought that I had multiple quirks. But in my mind, Hawks senpai was still better than me. Though he didn't learn and master all of them, he had expertise in all the techniques related to speed, and by being able to focus solely on them, that made his speed way faster than mine.

Even so, though I was happy about my skills, I didn't appreciate the way in which I was forced to use them.

I had lost count of the number of times I had returned from missions drenched in the blood of my victims.

The mission I was given that day wasn't any different, I reminded myself of the long shower I'd have to take after returning.

Although, while a shower can wash off physical blood, it would never wash away the guilt that would haunt me forever.

No one's pov

Warning: pictures and mentions of blood up ahead! Don't read or scroll unless you're ready!!

Inside a room also called as the secret headquarters of the Beelzebub clan, three men were standing at the center of a circle formed by a huge group of thugs who were eyeing them with fascination. Why? Because these three men happened to be pros who had agreed to help and support their cause.

The three corrupt heroes, Turbo Blade, Iron claw, and Laser Eye,  who had betrayed the society had only done so because they felt that with heroes leading their ranks, the Yakuza would be willing to pay them more money. And once they had received their fair share they'd take down the Yakuza and claim their payment from society without revealing all the crimes they had committed.

But one late evening, as the three of them were discussing the plan, they overheard a few of the Yakuza thugs muttering about someone.

"I hear she's on the move... that can't be good!" One of them said shaking.

"Just the thought of her sends shivers down my spine!" Another admitted, his eyes wide.

The heroes were confused. Who were those thugs talking about? A woman? Was there a woman leader of a yakuza clan? Not anyone they knew of.

"They say she appears without making any sound." one of the thugs shuddered.

"I heard she possesses multiple quirks. Like a nomu!!"