The Three Sword Vigilante (Rewrite )

What Is Ahead?

Summer always carried humid air sticks to Izuku's skin, and only a cold shower could wash the iky sweat away. There was no shower for Izuku this time as he trudged through an unbearable heat. He would walk along the sidewalks, but his stench would only earn him dangerous stares. A wave of vomit-inducing smells flew from the garbage pile on the next corner past the one-way street. Mouth breathing only made it worse. He could taste the half-melted trash creep inside his throat. Does he have to eat from the garbage? Of course, he has to, for the other option was to rob his next meal, and Izuku will not attempt breaking the law even if his life depends on it. Sometimes he forgets that self-imposed rule and tries to grab a lob of steak from an unsuspecting butcher but never takes it. His morals get in the way of a more comfortable life.

His mother died only a few months ago, yet it feels like an eternity since he saw his mother's beautiful face. Her straight locks of hair bore a green as deep as a forest. Izuku should wash his hair as soon as possible before it grows uncontrollably like the Amazon. Unlike the sunbathed sidewalks, the alleys had kept him from the scorching heat. Usually, cars don't soar past streets at blinding speeds, especially through alleyways. There was a maroon car, and it crashed into the next corner where Izuku was going to search for his lunch. The bumper almost crushed the driver's seat, but there was no blood. Whoever drove the car was tough, tough enough to handle several heavy debris to the head.

Police siren blared past them two minutes after the car had crashed, and Izuku couldn't believe how far behind the police cars were. His attention was brought back to the car as the roof made the debris jump and dropped smaller pieces. Then came another strike that tore the roof completely off. The lying objects on top were sent flying past Izuku. A pink arm came out from the open roof, then another arm, three, four, finally, six. An octopus man with long lips looking out, trying to spot anyone who would be a danger to Izuku, stood still with a baffled look as the man leaped out with a perfect landing. He turned back around and yanked the car's trunk to grab several bags of expansive items with all six hands before running further down the alley with Izuku closely behind. Lunch is a past problem; Izuku sought to know how this ended.

For some reason, the city's alleyways held a complex travel system. Some certain lefts and rights will lead to a dead end or into an ocean of fast-moving cars or villains. Izuku hadn't experienced the last option, but he kept acknowledging there was a chance of running into one as long he strolled the alleyways. After a few minutes of running down, one too many dead ends stumps the octopus man. Why is there a maze in the middle of the city?

"You won't be able to leave here running around like that," Izuku said as the octopus man whirls around while grabbing a knife from his back pocket before realizing it was a kid. "What are you doing here?" the man asked. Izuku stood silent as he noted the man's appearance and high voice.

"The alleyways were designed to keep civilians away from danger by making both their chasers and themselves lost," Izuku said

"Is that a fact?"

"No, but that's my explanation. I would look up the answer, but the library won't accept homeless children, especially quirkless ones." 

"Your quirkless?"

"Yup," Izuku replied with a grin.

"That's a weird thing to be happy about, but that isn't my business, anyway. Do you know how to get out? Preferably the path that is the farthest from my car—"

"—crash," Izuku interrupted.

"It's not that bad. I could use it. All it needs is some love and tape. If it doesn't work, I have enough money to buy myself a new one."

"How will you get out?"

"Through that wall," he raises his fist and lays it on it.

"But there is a wall there?" Izuku asked. The octopus man gave Izuku a wink before blowing a large hole through the wall. On the other side was an abandoned store with wood lying over the windows. Barely any light could squeeze through the small cracks if it was night; Izuku wouldn't be able to see anything.

"Wow! What is your quirk, mister?"

The octopus suddenly poses with him squeezing his biceps and forcing every he could muscle to Izuku, "First things first, little one, I am Hatchi-desu, and my quirk is Octopus, and it gives me the adaptability and survivability of an octopus!" he yelled proudly. 

"So no super strength?"

"Er, no, not really. I'm just that strong! Don't you see my beautiful muscles?" Hatchi lifts all six arms bulging proudly. However, Izuku was not convinced that any average human (without a strength boost aspect within their quirk) could not break brick walls with one hand. How strong is an octopus?

"How strong are octopus? Octopy? Octopusses? Octopi?"

"Octopuses and I don't have a clue. If I did, then I didn't use my full power." Hatchi enters the shop with the bags of money in hand or hands. "My car should be on the other side-desu?"

"Isn't broken behind us? Hatchi gave Izuku a slight grin with his stretched, thin lips.

"Young boy, I am not stupid. I broke my car on purpose, so the coppers and heroes believe I am on foot. They won't see me because they're only looking for a pink octopus running in the streets. Now praise how smart I am!" Hatchi laughs with pride.

"But you didn't crash it on purpose; I saw you. One of the police officers shot your tire before wildly turning into the alley. Other than that, you made a great plan." Izuku smiled widely.

"Thank you. By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, it's Izuku Midoriya."

"Alright, Midoriya, you're coming with me," one of Hatchi's free arms wraps around Izuku's arm as the two break through the boarded-up door with a black SUV.

"Wait, why are you taking me with you?!"

"Why do you you think? You saw me run from the police and you've seen me with my money. You're a witness. I cannot have one of those. But don't worry, I won't hurt you. Master wouldn't like that." Hatchi throws his loot before snatching Izuku with all of his arms. His steel grip locked Izuku in place as the two entered the car. Hatchi checked his strength. He hated hurting kids, but Hatchi could get in trouble again. And he doubts the master would try to save Hatchi once more.

"Please be calm, Midoriya. I won't hurt you, but I can't have you blowing my cover."

"What do you mean?" Izuku screams as Hatchi throws him into the back seat, "Hatchi-san?!" Hatchi chops Izuku's skull with little force but enough to knock him unconscious.

"Sorry!"

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Hello, I know this was poorer quality than the other two chapters, but I didn't know where to start with the story (when I first started writing the draft) but I know what the next arc is going to become: how Izuku become the vigilante. By my calculations, we won't see UA and gang for a little while. And I will stick more to the vigilante side of things and explain why he doesn't become a hero instead. It's either going to be good or not. No in between.

Have an excellent read and tell how was it? I love your guy's input.