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How Villains Are Made

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" Your army is Deika City."

" 90% of Deika City's population are hidden Liberation warriors."

" A young woman of her early twenties, gifted with the power of sorcery. You're the eldest daughter of Tadao Kurosawa, deceased, and Kana Tamaba."

The Kurosawa Family was becoming popular throughout Japan with Tadao Kurosawa's fashionable and revolutionary support items.

" I'm thinking of the company, and our legacy."

" KUROMI DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR HER!!"

Kana had a gambling addiction, a thirst for power and money.

Osamu Tamaba was a rising star in industries and profits, looking to mold the future into the next generation's toy.

" I'm willing to help you, pay off those debts I mean. But it'll take sacrifice, and gut."

They were married the next spring, and that fall, Kuromi went missing.

If she's not dead from the drop, they should finish her easily.

" Kuromi Kurosawa, a pitiful child with no real story. You aren't anything, you're just another body added to the count."

I can't wait to see you.....Daddy...

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{ With The Others }

While Kuromi was fighting against the Pink Man and his minions, the rest of the League weren't sure if they could really wait so long for Machia to awaken.

Shigaraki, for one, wasn't looking to wait for the brute to awaken from his beauty nap. All he was, he felt dizzy, like he was stuck on slow mode. Everything around him, it just exhausted him. From the lack of sleep and food, Shigaraki felt sick to his stomach.

I came to get back my Broker, thought Shigaraki to himself. Not wage war with this bunch of idiots. He scratched at his neck, feeling the small chain around his neck jingle.

During the Hassaikai's downfall, Kaori had given him her locket, and since then he'd kept it tucked under his shirt, guarding it safely.

As he walked down one street, he felt the weight of exhaustion lay on his shoulders, making his eyes heavy as his head fell forward, but continued to pick back up. Was this the toll for exhausting his body chasing Machia? He couldn't fail now, not when his plan was so excellent.

Hearing the rushing of footsteps, and the cursed shouts of people, he stopped, turning in their direction. His eyes narrowed, nothing looks as it really is. I almost couldn't tell whether or not they were really there. He groaned, his body swaying before jumping onto the fence next to the street, his body keeping itself low as his hand struck out, grasping the unfortunate face that met death too quick.

He failed to notice, however, that his destructive touch spread amongst the group, ashes falling like snow as he landed on the ground once more. The images appeared, flashing like crazy, as if a video tape was running through his eyes.