Forgotten Invitation (UA Civil War game)

Foolish....STUPIDITY

Boldness. Foolish, reckless boldness. That's what I was watching unfold as the remnants of Class 1-B gathered themselves after my little surprise. Instead of cowering like any sane group of kids would, they decided to puff their chests, square their shoulders, and challenge the devil himself.

Big mistake.

Someone – I think it was that loudmouth Monoma – started shouting into the silence of the abandoned city. "Usagi! You coward! Hiding like a rat in the shadows, are you? Is that all you've got? A few little tricks and some cheap scares?"

My fingers tightened into a fist, the leather of my gloves creaking softly.

"And you call yourself a villain? What kind of loser has to sneak around just to win a game? You're pathetic!"

Pathetic. 

Loser. 

Coward.

 Words meant to sting. Words meant to drag me out into the open.

For a moment, I considered walking away, letting them stew in their own stupidity. But then, I thought about it. These kids—these children—had the audacity to think they could provoke me without consequence. That they could look me in the face, metaphorically or not, and still walk away.

They were wrong.

If they wanted the villain, the real villain, then I was going to give them exactly what they asked for.

I moved swiftly, silently, my body a shadow against the crumbling remains of the city. They were still huddled together, their voices echoing in the chilly air, trying to convince themselves they had the upper hand.

"You want me?" I called out, stepping into the light showing myself not hiding one bit.

Their heads snapped toward me, and I felt the shift in their mood—confidence morphing into fear.

"You've got me."

The first one to rush me was Juzo. Stupid, predictable. His face twisted into a determined scowl as he activated his quirk, ready to soften the ground beneath my feet. But I was faster. I vaulted over his reach and slammed my elbow into the back of his neck. He crumpled instantly, hitting the dirt like a sack of potatoes.

"Too slow," I muttered, stepping over his unconscious body.

Kendo was next. The leader. The one they all looked to when things went south. She came at me with her fists enlarged, swinging with the intent to flatten me. I ducked, her strike smashing into the concrete wall behind me, sending debris flying everywhere.

"You've got strength," I admitted, sidestepping another blow, "but it's wasted on someone who doesn't think before they act."

I grabbed her arm mid-swing, twisting it at an angle that forced her to cry out in pain. A quick kick to the back of her knee sent her sprawling to the ground.

"Stay down, Kendo," I warned, "before you get really hurt."

But of course, they didn't listen. They never listen.

Shihai tried to use his quirk to blend into the shadows, thinking he could get the drop on me. Amateur. I'd been using the darkness as a weapon long before any of them even knew how to walk. I let him think he had me, dodging at the last second and slamming him into the ground.

"Good effort," I sneered, standing over him. "But not good enough."

One by one, they fell. Hiryu, Reiko, Kamakiri—every single one of them tried and failed to take me down. The city echoed with the sound of bones breaking, their screams cutting through the cold night air. I didn't stop. Not until the last of them was on the ground, groaning in pain or completely unconscious.

Blood smeared my gloves, my suit, the concrete beneath my feet. I stood amidst the chaos I had created, breathing heavily but smiling.

"Was that enough for you?" I shouted to the sky, knowing full well the drones were watching. "Is this what you wanted, Class 1-B? For me to prove that I'm not a coward? That I'm not pathetic?"

I laughed, a deep, echoing sound that seemed to carry for miles.

"You brought this on yourselves," I said, my voice dropping to a menacing growl. "You wanted the villain, and now you've got him."

As I turned to leave, the city's loudspeakers crackled to life.

"Usagi!" Nezu's voice was sharp, filled with an urgency I hadn't heard before.

I stopped, tilting my head toward the nearest camera. "What is it, Nezu? Something on your mind?"

"Enough." His voice was strained, almost desperate. "You've made your point. Class 1-B is disqualified. Do not engage with them further."

I smirked, wiping a stray streak of blood from my cheek. "Disqualified, huh? Smart move. You're finally starting to catch on."

"This is a game and it is over for them," Nezu said, his tone filled with a rare mixture of authority and unease. "Stand down, Usagi."

I gave the camera a mocking salute. "As you wish, Principal. But don't blame me when the next group of your precious students decides to test their luck."

Without another word, I disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the broken remains of Class 1-B. The night was still young, and there was plenty more fun to be had.