The Third Brother [Slow Update]

Chapter 4: I've Been Gone For A Few Decades, How Bad Did You Fuck Up?!

Chizue was furious. He was beyond furious. To thought that the very organisation that he and his comrades had built in hope to maintain peace had became so corrupted.

So corrupted that they would even train children to be 'soldiers'. In simple terms, they would kidnapped any homeless children who has powerful quirk and trained them to become future heroes.

Sure, this may look good at first, but you should understand that they are also trained to kill.

These so called 'heroes' would be sent on secret missions to kill anyone who are considered a threat to the HPSC and the current government.

But that is not what making him angry. It is the fact that they had the guts to threaten his son / student to ban those with weak and villainous quirks including the quirkless!

If he didn't, don't mention his life, even those who are related to him would be killed.

No one can touch his children. Not on his watch.

However, what make him more furious is that Shihiro know about this information long time ago and yet he didn't even tell him.

Chizue stare at his son, Shihiro in a questioning look.

Shihiro who notice the stars he was recieving sigh, "If you're wondering why I didn't tell you, the answer is simple. You would surely go on a complete rampage just like what you did when uncle Yuichi was killed by uncle Hisashi."

"Not to mention, attacking the HPSC is equal to making an enemy with the whole country as even the government is backing them." He added.

Chizue nod in understanding. Although most of the time he is a calm and calculating type of person, when angered or offended he would immediately make sure that the person who offended him suffered a fate worse than death.

What Shihiro just did is simply him trying to make sure that he did not do something stupid like cannon All Might who gave One For All to deku the day of the exam.

"I see." Chizue mutter before patting Shihiro's and Nezu's head. "Sorry for rising my voice at you. I was too stressed."

"A few hours ago I was fighting my brother and was killed brutally and the next thing I know decades have passed and a lot of things have changed."

"Now heroes are worshiped like a God while those with weak and villainous quirks are discriminated. All that I want is to make a better world. So that everyone can live happily and understand each other."

"But whenever I tried to do something good, it backfired and caused others to be hurt."

"First your uncle, then your mom, and then Destro who is like my own brother. Now what? Your own brother was almost killed multiple times."

"I'm tired. Sometimes I just want to end all of this but then I realised that it will be useless. I will end up taking other people's body again."

This was the truth.

To others it had been decades since the first Hero of Japan, Disaster had died. But to him, it had only been a few hours.

He still remember the names of his comrades and friends. They even made a bet with them to see how long will it took for him to won against his brother. To others, this may look insane as his own friends was betting on his life, but to him, when it comes to life and death, he has nothing to worry about.

Even if he died which he always do, he would always be russerected a few hours or maybe days later.

Alas, he won the bet by fighting his older brother for three days straight, sadly there is no longer any reason to hold onto something so stupid as that. All of them had died. Possibly of old age.