Angel of Death - [[Villain OC FanFic]]

Recruitment

"ALL-MIGHT IS WORTHY!!"

The words plagued her mind as she struggled to concentrate on the sound of her breathing. Inside her mask, she could feel the warmth of her breath spreading across the lower part of her face. She hardly ever took the thing off. Force of habit, an old remnant of her past life, but also a necessity. The only time she removed it was when she needed to sleep, the reason being that it never seemed to stay put while she tossed and turned at night. The other exception was when she needed to take a shower. Otherwise, the mask stayed on no matter what. Her quirk allowed her lungs to produce any kind of gaseous material and then breathe it out into a radius around her. A powerful ability with an equally powerful drawback. Although she could produce any type of gas she could think of, she was not immune to their effects, hence why she needed to wear a mask.

Though she was careful when it came to how she used her quirk, her lungs had suffered permanent damage from years of use. Every breath was painful and she often had to keep herself from bursting into long fits of coughing. To counteract this, she had had learned out to better control her breathing through meditation and breathing exercises she had learned from her mentor, the man she had once called father.

Kneeling down in front of a low table, her ears focused on the raspy sounds of her breaths.  The pain eventually faded away along with the rest of the world around her, as she was left with only herself and her own thoughts...

Like many, Yuka had witnessed Stain's vision being revealed to the entire country. She had been in awe of his statements regarding the current state of their society. His hatred for the ones he called "fake heroes" burned in equal measure within her own heart. Up until that point, Yuka had been wandering the cities of Japan in search of a purpose, something she could strive for. Since the death of her mentor, she had always felt dissatisfied with today's society. Her strong sense of honor cultivated by the many years serving under the Shie Hassaikai had made her utterly disgusted by today's pro heroes, who only cared about money and fame while they played god with the people they were sworn to protect. They held all the power in this unjust society, and Yuka was growing tired of the current status quo. Luckily for her, the League of Villains had taken up the Hero Killer's mantle and were currently looking to increase their numbers.

Giran had been friends with her father back when she was still running with the Shie Hassaikai. They had met only a handful of times during her time with them, but she still had his number even after all these years. She remembered how he had been on good terms with her father before he passed away and figured he would probably be willing to lend her his network of contacts to get in touch with the League of Villains. So, after sending him a cryptic text message, they agreed to meet up at one of the shady speakeasies that Giran visited frequently. The entrance was off a back alley and the door was illuminated by a single exposed light bulb directly on top of the door. Yuka had brought her mask and her sword with her in case things went south. She wasn't expecting any trouble from Giran, but she couldn't be too careful. Since she was running around with a deadly weapon, she sneaked around to where Giran had told her to meet him. The bouncer at the door was kind enough to leave her with her weapon. Criminals frequented this establishment often, so it was commonplace for them to carry weapons with them. This didn't mean that they were free to use them inside the bar, however, but Yuka hadn't planned on attacking anyone tonight. Not unless she was provoked...

As she entered the main area of the shady bar, many eyes shifted towards her. She was one of the few women in the building and was probably the youngest there. While she wasn't so young that she could barely pass for eighteen, she was still one of the few people under the age of thirty in this bar. As she scanned the different people there with her dark eyes, she immediately recognized Giran sitting in a booth at the far end of the bar, smoking a cigarette. She approached him calmly, her eyes fixed on him as she ignored the people that were throwing curious glances in her direction.