(Y/n) Cunningham: UA Ninja

Chapter 82: Evacuate the DANCEFLOOR- I mean Highschool

"I'm sorry, Nezu. But I can't let this go on any longer. I promise I'll eventually pay back any damage caused to UA." (Y/n) said, bowing a full ninety degrees in front of Nezu's desk.

"That's... The last thing that concerns me right now." Nezu said. He turned his chair and looked outside as the evacuation efforts after the Mic-Monster disaster occurred.

Countless students were injured, lot's of property damage, and overall it was just a circus in the media.

"You essentially just declared war on someone who can create monsters out of negative emotions with an army of who knows what size." Nezu said seriously.

Aizawa ran his hand through his hair, "What were you thinking?! You're-"

(Y/n) turned to Aizawa, "The Ninja. And this is my destiny. Every Ninja before me, regardless of age, has faced their destiny head on. There's nowhere to go but forward."

Aizawa looked about ready to shout but bit his tongue and turned to punch the wall.

Nezu turned his chair back around, "What is your plan, (Y/n)?"

"Just... Use everything I have at my disposal. The suit is powerful. I'll have to use everything I have..." (Y/n) paused, "...I have to be honest, so I'll tell you exactly what First told me. There are many outcomes to this battle, some of which lead to the death of Adam, myself or even both. I don't care how it ends, but it has to end."

Nezu rested his head on his hands... Thinking.

Aizawa froze, "You're out of your mind... Don't you ever think about others?! Your parents trusted me to look after you and you're- On some self-righteous war path!?"

(Y/n) threw their phone at Aizawa.

Aizawa took the phone and looked over the chat on display. It was with both of (Y/n)'s parents.

The messages read of that of defeat and reluctance... but acceptance. If there was anyone who knew just how dangerous being that Ninja was... it was the Cunnigham's. Many stories, even some of previous Ninja's dying in battle and their acolytes having to pick up the pieces after them, tales of injuries that ended their time with the mask... It wasn't all fun and games.

The only reigning factor was that Ninja's, fallen or not, couldn't be dissuaded to walk the path they were chosen for no matter who tried to stop them.

There was only one request from (Y/n)'s parents.

Just try to make it out alive.

Aizawa was bewildered, but he understood. He had seen first hand just how seriously (Y/n) took their role.

Through the puns and the cheerful attitude, he knew there was fear that was over shadowed by a deep sense of responsibility.

The number of Ninja's that had died while on duty was a grand total of 50. Mostly restricted to the olden days and while everyone intended to keep it that way, no one could ever truly be sure of when the number would climb.

Midnight stepped into the room, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but class 1A is refusing to leave school grounds. They want to talk to (Y/n)."

(Y/n) and Nezu looked at eachother.

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The class chattered as they remained put inside their classroom refusing to listen to any of the teachers.

(Y/n), Nezu and Aizawa stepped into the classroom and the class went silent.

(Y/n) opened their mouth to speak when they were interrupted.