All For Some

Chapter 49: V For Vigilante

A purse fell out of a robber's grasp as Bakugo's fist sunk into her cheek with the momentum of explosion-boosted flight. There was a crack and the wannabe robber slammed against the wall, instantly knocked out.

"Tsk," Bakugo scowled at the middle-aged woman. He breathed a little faster than usually, but from brief excitement, not effort. She had run fast for her age, but that wasn't much to Bakugo, and she hadn't used any quirks trying to get away even when chased. At her age group it was totally possible the woman might have been quirkless, not that it would have made any difference.

"Weak."

He thought about picking up the purse the woman had stolen, but there was already an audible ruckus approaching from behind the corner. The owner would get her purse back. He quickly went through her pockets, finding a wallet with some cash, then held out the unconscious thief's arm and brought his shoe down on it hard enough to break the elbow with a satisfying crunch. He repeated the same with her other arm then looked up. With a few explosions getting to the roof of the building next to him was no different to him than walking up a handful of stairs. Looking down some of the more heroic but unfit and slow bystanders reached where Bakugo had taken out the robber, followed soon by the victim and the ever-useless police. The victim thanked them profusely as they handed her back her purse as if they had anything to do with getting it back. Bakugo spat on the roof and walked away.

Let them crawl on the ground. He was fine walking above them. He didn't even need his quirk to leap from one roof to the other, and that was more thanks to his own strength than the distance between the roofs. Looking down at the people crawling on the ground below was just a bonus from liberating himself of that existence, and if any of them took issue with him, well he'd like to see them try and stop him. The criminals he encountered weren't giving him enough of a challenge.

Of course, there was a dark side to everything as Bakugo soon arrived at the crappy motel he was staying at. The owner didn't even bother sticking around at the reception. From the sound of things, he was watching some adult movie in the backroom again. Bakugo rung the bell on the reception desk and waited for a few seconds. When nothing happened, he bit his teeth together, scowling, and detonated a loud explosion on his palm.

"HEY SHITTY HOST! YOU WANT MY MONEY OR NOT?!"

"WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT?!"

"I SAID I WANT TO PAY FOR MY ROOM, YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?!"

"IF YOU KEEP MAKING NOISE LIKE THAT I WILL BE!"

The owner of the motel finally stepped out of the backroom, scowling at Bakugo. As if the fatso could have hoped to intimidate Bakugo. All he did was make his face more punchable. A series of small explosions sparked on Bakugo's palm.

"I should just kick you out."

"Then who would pay you to stay in this dump. It's not exactly the trendiest place in the city. You need every yen you can get. Here. I'm going to stay another week."

Bakugo handed him a bunch of cash from robbers that he had taken down. The man moved faster than he looked capable of to take it before Bakugo could change his mind. After counting them he looked back up at Bakugo.

"What are you still doing here?"

Bakugo huffed and left to go to his room. That was another issue solved for at least one more week. As he walked he counted what was left, not enough to eat for the week. He'd have to find more criminals, even if it was more small-time thugs, mutants, and purse snatchers. He wished there had been even one that could have at least given him a warm-up. Beating them up was turning into a chore more than a fight. How could pro heroes be worshipped for catching such nobodies?