Aizawa stared silently at the mask. He was right, but he wasn't happy about it. Nezu might have been ominous on why he wanted Midoriya to join UA but he wasn't crazy enough to let Aizawa go in without any support. Thus, underneath his binding cloth lay a camera linked to the hero network.
"So... yeah," Midoriya bit his lip, trying to gauge Aizawa's reaction.
The stoic man stared into Midoirya's eyes. How the hell hadn't he seen it? He'll have to get an eye test when this is over. Shaking his head, Aizawa grabbed the pen and pocketbook from Midoriya's breast pocket. Quickly, he wrote instructions.
Midoriya took the book handed to him, reading the disturbing message, slowly realising the gravity of his situation
'There is a camera in my capture weapon. Run'
His eyes shot up to meet Aizawa. On the surface, the raven-haired man was calm but both knew that he was sweating bullets underneath. Midoriya stood up, throwing off his wristwatch. A patch of purple flames burst from his shoulder. Half of his top burned up from the blaze.
Moments later, Midoriya grabbed the Kitsune mask on the table, adorning it quickly. His voice masked robotically, he called at Aizawa. "If Eri gets anywhere near a government facility, I will burn Japan to the ground."
Aizawa grimly nodded, still unmoving from his place in the booth. Kitsune had no time to say goodbye. He walked outside in the daytime for the first time. It was different. Something else that was different, the presence of nearly ten black SUVs barreling towards him. Following close behind seemed to be every hero worth their licence in Mustafa.
"Wow, pulling out the big guns, I appreciate that," Kitsune remarked while removing his burnt clothing.
His chest left open was obscured by fresh burns. It appeared he wasn't entirely resistant to his own flames.
A line of soldiers emerged from the SUVs, weapons trained on Kitsune's head. If he dared move, they would shoot. The vigilante stood tall nonetheless. He'd faced worse. Bullets only hurt him if they stayed inside him for too long.
"IZUKU YAGI! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR VIGILANTISM, MURDER, VANDALISM, ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON, AND KIDNAPPING!" A soldier with a megaphone yelled
"You forgot about perjury. You guys were really insistent about that yesterday" Kitsune replied. "Then again, I don't care"
"Hold back, I'll deal with him" announced a new voice.
Kitsune turned to his left, seeing the indescribable fashion sense of Best Jeanist. The vigilante sighed. Jeanist was a difficult foe at the best of times. Now he would be almost a death sentence (Which Kitsune was likely to receive pretty soon either way).
Rather than giving the fibre hero a chance to attack, Kitsune launched a volley of flames towards him. As soon as red flames erupted from the vigilante, fully automatic fire was laid into his mask. Despite the power of the bullets, they only seemed to dent the mask and disorient the wearer. Five soldiers ran in, a net between them to encase Kitsune.
Despite looking Disorientated, Kitsune was fine. He expelled a ring of fire and shot into the air, propelled by his flames. "It's been fun gentlemen, but I have places to be" The vigilante announced, speeding off into the distance.
The speed left everyone stunned. Many had heard stories of the illusive vigilante but clearly, the power he held was extremely played down. The soldiers got back into their SUVs, chasing the vigilante. The heroes were right behind them, desperate for some ardent glory.
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Hitoshi was wandering. It was a problem he found himself with often. Lost in thought after school, he ended up walking aimlessly through a forest not far from downtown Mustafa. Why? Well, he felt a bit down on account of his recent mission. He had been given a special opportunity to help on a mission only to have it ruined by Kitsune.
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Kitsune Koffe; Revitalised!
FanfictionIt's said that there is a café situated in downtown Mustafa, one with a green-haired boy at the register. This tale is one of pure truth. Nothing else to see. Just the Café of an orphan boy, scorned by the world (Oh yeah, This is a rewrite, It's coh...