But What If I Was Better? | Mob Joins UA

35 | The Killing Truth

Giving Ryo a proper "MHA Villain Style" backstory here. 😅
You guys have no idea how many times I've rewritten his backstory, since the first draft was written way back around chapter ten!

Uh oh the power went out again via storm. Sigh. Hopefully it isn't out for two full days again. That would be the second time this summer! *villain arc begins because of 0% air conditioning*
It's back!
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][ Previously: Shigeo/??? broke out of Tartarus, releasing countless villains such as AFO and Suzuki, who turn out to be long-time rivals, now enemies due to the formal villain prioritizing his son(Sho's) safety. Meanwhile, Shigeo conjures a storm so terrible that only the strongest can even hope to reach him. Tomura uses Mob as the distraction he needs to steal Eri's quirk. ][

     Dust nipped at his face. Every little thing that he couldn't predict flew right past his barrier, scraping his skin, tormenting his eyes.

     Focus...

     C'mon, focus...

     This "little trouble" he decided to deal with after breaking off from Suzuki was far from that. How could one person's aura be so powerful?! Layers upon layers of wind tackled his trudging body. And it wasn't normal wind either. Every twenty or so feet, the wind would suddenly change directions! And the center was constantly moving, so there was little one could do in preparation but hope they don't fly away!

     Of course, it wasn't the wind Ryo was worried about. Far from it. He could easily teleport, after all!

     The problem was that, the closer he got, the more of his power was lost to the current, sucked into that black hole of a kid himself!! That included his sight.

     By now, the man could barely see. He'd been trapped in this maze of an aura for a while now! Almost like it was designed to destroy him! Thanks to his lowered super senses, he couldn't tell which part of the aura was stronger. He couldn't find the center, essentially! All he could do was walk and teleport around until he eventually found it!... Which wasn't going too well for him. He had an equally difficult time trying to escape. So...he was kinda trapped here then, slowly losing his powers; the one thing he could bring himself to care about!

     His best bet was to find Shigeo and finally put an end to him somehow! It would be tough, but it'd at least be easier than losing everything!!

     ' 'Ryo....' '

     The man spun around, unable to hear anything but the harsh winds. Strange... The voice was so faint, yet it sounded like it was coming from everywhere all at once.

     ' 'Ryo Norazokou.' ' Instantly, the man froze. That name... That wretched name..

     "G...God..? Is that you..?" It was a silly thing for him to assume. But, at the same time...

     He'd never murmured that family name a day in his life. How on earth was it now being repeated to him once more? That name should be long dead and in the ground.

     ' 'You appear to be lost. Turn right and walk twelve paces.' ' The voice spoke calmly. Ryo had no reason not to follow it exactly. He teleported about twelve paces forward, almost tripping over a large crack in the ground. The world was so foggy around him though that he couldn't even gage how big or deep it was. ' 'Now take eighteen paces to the right.' ' Sounded like he was getting closer. Her voice, though audibly ineffective, was much clearer now. Ryo followed her instructions again, landing him in the middle of a four-way street in the middle of the city, which was completely abandoned. ' 'Now turn to the right about ninety degrees.' ' He already sensed her presence.. The man turned as his sixth sense studied this stranger. He could barely make anything out other than that she was short, bottom half of her face covered by a mask, wore almost completely black clothing, and had medium length, black hair. He hated that he couldn't "see" right anymore. A lot moreso than even his inner dialogue was letting on, for his knees buckled at the prospect, his heart thumping, stomach aching, breath shortening. All at the mere thought of never being able to go back to how things were again!