"You were offered a job?!"
Izuku smiles at his mom. "Yeah. Sensei's old friends offered me a spot in their business as a quirk counselor. Since I still need certification they said they could pull a few strings to smooth things over."
His mother tears up. "Oh I'm so proud of you. I knew someone would recognises your talents eventually. I just wish it didn't take you so far away."
Izuku grabs his luggage. "I know. I'll try to visit."
He goes to step out the door, but his mom stops him. "And Izuku... I'm sorry, that being a hero didn't work out."
Izuku simply smiles at her. "It's not your fault mom. It wasn't realistic anyway." He shuts the door behind him, missing his mothers conflicted expression.
Getting to apartment was much easier with the key he was given. Opening the door, he finds a package, signed "from an old friend". "Shigaraki." Getting dressed into his new suit, it simply felt... right. It was mostly green, the only detail he kept from his old designs, with gold sections. The Kuro Kabuto was heavily armoured with glowing red lenses over his eyes. At his waist was a silk sash similar to a gi belt with a box affixed to it that was full of shurikens for his use. Tonight will be the debut of the newest and the best anti-hero in town. The Shredder. Scourge of the underworld, bane of false heroes, leader of the new Foot Clan, and protector of those who can't protect themselves.
The other members of the Foot Clan were spread evenly over the city to cover more ground, before returning to their main base to report the villains they've stopped and what they were doing.
Shredder leaps from rooftop to rooftop, practically gliding through the city. And it was perfect. Hearing something, he stops to look down into the street, seeing a guy sliding around in an All Might parka, collecting trash and doing small deeds. 'A small time vigilante in the area. Good to know.'
Continuing on his way, the night seemed particularly calm, allowing the perpetual anger he felt to dissipate slightly as he admired the view of the city from above. Unfortunately that peace was broken by the scared cries of a civilian. "Stop it! Im gonna like, call the police ok?!" Scowling behind his mask, Shredder runs towards the source of the sound.
Landing on a particular building, he sees some thugs pinning a woman to a wall while cornering the small time vigilante from before. 'Scumbags.' He prepares to leap down to help, but someone else gets the same idea and a dust cloud is kicked up by a burly figure landing in the area.
The new vigilante, calling himself Knuckle Duster, is definitely more skilled than the smaller guy, taking out several of the thugs with his bare hands, asking questions about drugs. Something to look into.
Unfortunately the one with his hands on the girl, apparently having the ability to form spikes on his knuckles, wasn't taken care of yet. Before things can escalate too much more, he takes a shuriken from his belt, and accounting for wind and gravity, he throws it perfectly into the criminals knuckles, making his drop the girl while screaming in pain.
He leaps down on top of the criminal, extending a wrist blade close to his eye. "Up until now I was planning on being lenient, but I have a very low tolerance of those who prey on those weaker than themselves." The end of the blade becomes too close to his eye for the criminals comfort before it moves away. "However, I might have use for someone as low to the ground as you. Should you learn something about the drug this upstanding citizen was talking about, you will report it immediately, so you understand?"
The criminal nods as much as he can while pinned to the ground. "Sure, whatever you say man."
"Good. Oh, and if I find out you did something like this again, or failed to do as you were told, I'll take the other one."
"Take the other wha-" Shredder swings his blade down, cutting off the hand with the spike quirk activated. The screaming was annoying so he simply knocked the criminal unconscious afterwards.
Turning back to the three non-criminals, they all have various reactions to what they saw. Knuckle Duster looked ready for a fight, while the small time vigilante and the girl who was in trouble look terrified. Hoping to ease their minds, he sheathes his now bloody blades. "Easy now. I'm not a villain."
The girl is the one to respond. "Not a villain? You just like, cut that dudes hand off!"
"I also saved your life. I'm an anti-hero. Think of me as a vigilante, but with more extreme methods. Of this guy wasn't gonna be useful I probably would have killed him." That didn't seem to help his standing among them.
Rolling his eyes behind the mask, he extends a hand. "Shredder. I'm the leader of a small group of anti-heroes. Just debuted tonight."
The larger vigilante hesitantly takes the offered hand. "Knuckle Duster."
Looking around the man, the smaller vigilante of the two introduces himself under Shredder's intense gaze. "Gentle-Man."
The woman introduces herself much more readily. "I'm Pop Step. Since you saved my life, you should totally follow my socials."
"Pop Step? That mediocre idol that only gets crowds cause she's half naked?"
"THATS NOT THE ONLY REASON!"
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The Shinobi Villain: Shredder
FanfictionIzuku is quirkless, but takes inspiration from the heroes with less conventional quirks and learns how to fight, but the death of his sensei disillusions him to the idea of heroes, and he decides to do things his own way.
