A couple of days later
"Ugh, that is the last time I'm going to group with the little monsters." Xiao exhaustingly expresses as he flops on the lounge of the VIP room as the rest of the missionaries walk through the VIP entrance. I land next to him as Nekomaru, Mahua, and the rest come lounge as we're all exhausted. I take off my helmet and relieve myself of the fresh air.
"Inazuma, thank you for turning off the electricity in the building, but did you have to turn off all the electricity in Musutafu?" Nekomaru inquires, and we all gawk at Inazuma as he crouches down to sit between my legs.
"I can't control my quirk yet, so it was hard not to. Besides, the power is up and running now. Hey R.K., can you heal my forehead? I got a power surge through my head.
What do you say?
Pleaseeeee. 🥺
Okay, since you said please. Now relax for me, Zuma." I place my index fingers over his temples and activate my healing eyes. Everyone slouches and rests in the VIP lounge.
After healing Inazuma, I get a text from Giran.
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Text Notifications💬
Giran: come to my office, business calls. I'll see you soon.
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I grab my helmet and rationalise to the guys that I got some personal business to handle, then leave The Vigil. It's only 7 pm, but I'm exhausted. Maybe I should take my time; I just came back from a mission.
The peachy sky and ivory clouds never looked so flawless before. I promenade on the rooftops of the buildings and leap from one to another. As I summersault onto a building while docking, I overhear yelling coming from the alleyway between the building I'm on with another.
I pace over the edge and peek, but no one is there.
Huh?
I then realise the noise is coming from behind the facility. I hop down and utilise my quirk to land safely to avoid injuring myself. The buildings made the skylight dim and gloomy in the alleyways; the ideal place to rob or kill someone; I guess that's why villains choose to commit their crimes here. Stain does it, so it makes sense.
Listening to the conversation becomes more apparent as I hinder my steps towards the commotion. I anticipate it's not an incapable little kid getting raided by some low lives cause if it is, they should die.
Children reminded me of when my mind was exploring and free from harm, where I could enjoy life without obligations and appreciate the sweet things in life.
It also reminds me of the children I took care of in Brazil, especially Julio. Hope him, Bruno, Rita, and Mama Monica are doing fine.
Gradually stepping to peek by the corner, I sight a group of low life thugs picking on a guy with a Navy blue jacket and jet black hair. I couldn't quite see his face since he was confronting them.
"I said drop the diamond and hand it over! Or do you want me to make your face more deranged than it already is!" A stubbled ugly middle-aged guy requests him, but no reaction.
What is this guy planning? Is he in trouble? Should I step in and help?
No, it doesn't involve me.
"But I'm the one who stole it. You low lives expect me to give it up just like that? You must be out of your sorry pathetic minds." The raven black spikey hair guy states, and just switching to my spiritual aura, he has bloodlust and outrage inside him. This vitality. What provoked his spirit to decay?
"Why, you little shit!" The low life stumbled, and his crew fled towards him, but out of nowhere, an eruption of fiery blue flames flared from the black-haired stranger's palm.
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