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The amber hue of the setting sun was beginning to colour the sky a light bronze, the last remaining rays of light beamed through the gaps between buildings. Amongst the evening haze, an olive cloaked figure slowly walked from rundown streets, each step closer to the pristine buildings with purpose, the sound of each foot landing past the other quietly echoing through the street.
They continue as they reach the exterior of a small bank. Entering calmly as they approach the bulky metallic door by the side of the main desk, lifting up their head and tilting it gently to one side as their right arm raises, pressing the knuckles of their clenched fist against the cold surface.
The few onlookers glance in confusion, turning their heads as a guard approaches and speaks up. "Excuse me, please keep your hands off the do-". Before their sentence can even finish, they watch in horror as the thick iron contorts and twists, crumpling off its hinges. Without a moment to react, the strange figure had already closed the distance, as the guard reels back and drops to the floor, blood gushing from their mouth.
People begin to run and shout in fear as the figure nonchalantly strides over the deformed door, a small sombre smile on their face.
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After what felt like endless lectures by authority figures telling him "To not be so reckless", and a nearly suffocating amount of smothering from his parents making sure he was alright; Genzai was finally permitted to leave the hospital and return to his internship. Thankfully his injuries had been minimal enough to continue learning under Edgeshot. However, as he is walking through the sliding doors of the entrance to leave, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket.. aggressively. He takes it out and stares nervously at the name displayed on his phone. He sighs and presses the button to pick up.
Jirou: WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT THE SENTENCE, DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!?
He flinches and holds the phone away from his ear, squinting his eyes as the angry voice berates him for being a moron.
Genzai: So... I take it you found out about the hero killer fiasco...
Jirou: Ugh.. you're just lucky you weren't killed.
Genzai: I know. I just- I couldn't stand by when I knew something was up.
Jirou: Typical.. I tell you specifically not to get yourself messed up. And you go ahead and fight an extremely dangerous villain.
Genzai: Well, what's happened has happened. That ain't gonna change, right?
Jirou: That doesn't make it- Sorry, gotta go. Just don't do any more life threatening things alright? It is really not that hard.
Genzai: You got it! Though I make my no promises-
Jirou: Hey what did you ju-
Genzai: I'm hanging up now, byeee!
He puts his phone away with a sigh. If anything, the hospital was a moment of relaxation. Now he'd be back to Edgeshots training.. and no doubt he'd go even harder on him with the stunt he pulled with Stain.
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Within the dojo of the Edgeshot agency building, Genzai was splayed out on the ground, his chest heavily rising up and down, looking half dead. The regiment had become tougher tenfold, and it was starting to chip away at his body.. and sanity. Calmly and soft spokenly, Edgeshot speaks while looming over him.
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