The King: Rebooted (A Technoblade Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: Wait, Hasn't this Happened Before?

(If you have any questions, please tell me in the comments.)

The week before Echo's Entrance Exam for U.A University For Heroes, Technoblade had one of the most chaotic weeks. For some unknown reason, Shinjuku's crime rate has increased by 0.7% during just the first half of this month, which Chat had cheered immensely for.

To your left!

LEFT

LEFT

Techno, left, buddy.

LEFT

Jeez, why don't they just give up?

Techno rotated to his left, blocking an attack from a young teenager, who, amongst his fallen comrades, flinched backwards. The attempt was hopeless, especially if the opponent, in this case Techno, knew undoubtedly what they were doing.

He didn't need Chat to tell him of the bat coming his way, he dodged and side kicked the attacker in the shins, hard and forceful.

Six guys had surrounded him before, now only two stood. Techno could see the look on their faces, fear etched on every inch.

"That's all ya got?" The pinket stared them down, the silver from his mask shining in the half-lit moonlight, "Surely, ya got more?"

Out of panic, they fled.

Well, that was what had seemed to be their plan at least until the pig-masked man bolted forward to elbow them back to where they were. It was kinda brutal to say the least, but it had been none of Chat's concern whether they had been seriously hurt or not. It had never been their problem before, why should that start now?

The total six teens laid or sat on the ground before him, either unconscious or sitting quietly. They looked pathetic, anyone teen would when they had decided to start their criminal escapes at that young age. They looked like they had been no older than the pinket himself. It had been a waste of potential.

The pinket grabbed the rope from his belt and tied up the six together, like a big cluster. They looked uncomfortable, it had humoured the Chat very much.

Imagine getting caught by the Blade

Ikr, so embarrassing, kids nowadays are just built different

4 minutes and 54 seconds, Techno getting rusty

Only six people, cringe!~

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the burner phone from the side pocket on his utility belt, then began to dial. Like always, he was met with the same gruff tired voice.

"Sup, Tsuki," Techno grinned at the nickname, knowing full well that only one other person had called him that and it was Eraserhead, who absolutely hated his guts.

"Who and where?" The detective sighed.

"What?" Techno placed his pig sticky note directly on the middle teenager's forehead, "Not even a simple 'hello' for ya favourite vigilante?"

"Well, maybe if you just give yourself up, you would be my favourite hero instead."

"And replace 'Raserhead in that departmen'? Absolutely not, that'd make him sad," The pinket had left the crimes scene, climbing side of the alleyway hastily.

"Whatever," the vigilante could practically hear Tsukauchi's smile over the phone, "Just tell me what happened and where."

"North-west Shinjuku, Las Nevadas southern border not too far away from the main road, should be the fourth alleyway you come across," He quipped up as he jumped and scaled the buildings, "Six teens, around 14-17 years, sellin' illegal drugs to each other like dumbos."