The First Generation

Bravery

Tenko Shimura hated the Quirkless.

That was the blunt, short, cut and dry behind the motive of everything that he ever did.

A theft here, a murder there, a jailbreak in-between, and an impossible to count number of crimes. The sheer volume of violence that the young man used went on and on, were he to use his real name, he would no doubt be considered one of the most dangerous terrorists on the planet.

As it stood, Tomura Shigaraki was the one who took the brunt of the blame. And that was more than fine with him, because as far as he was concerned, Tenko Shimura was long dead. The world of the Quirkless had torn him open and ended his life. What walked in the skin and flesh of Tenko Shimura was Tomura Shigaraki. A person with a single goal in his existence.

The eradication of the Quirkless. The absolute and utter obliteration of the Quirkless and their society which preyed on people born with Quirks, along with any evidence that it ever existed. And from that, he would create a new society in which those who possessed Quirks ruled. The pale Decay Quirk user scratched at his neck violently whenever he thought about the world that had utterly broken him and those around him.

And the spawn it had created. The First Generation.

He growled, glancing over the tall, dark purple nearing black, brain-dead freak in front of him, that stood silently and didn't even react to a single thing that happened around it. It didn't move, it didn't look, it didn't even breath without being ordered to. An utterly empty shell of a being that served no purpose except the ones that it would be given. It didn't even seem like it could be considered alive. Just a few hours ago, this creature had been a person that had been used for his master's purposes.

Now, Ryu Sutoret barely even existed anymore. He was a tamed creature with no free will, and no desire for it. Genetically engineered and overloaded with Quirks to nothing but obedient. And to utterly crush The First Generation.

"You sure this thing's ready?" To his side, one of Shiagaraki's allies who went only by the name of Dabi questioned. His arms were folded, and in spite of the permanent grin his burn marks gave him, he easily looked unimpressed. "We didn't even get a full day to augment this thing. We're not even certain all the Quirks work."

"I assure you, the Nomu is very capable." The voice of All For One came through a nearby Television sets speakers, the man's eyes peering through the screen like he was talking to Dabi face-to-face. "I have granted the creature Quirks that will activate regardless of it's will to do so, and its physical capacity has been enhanced to the very brink of natural Human capability. The only thing that it relies on is instruction from Tomura. Kurogiri, your job is to warp Tomura to the Nomu whenever he needs to give it a new order."

As he spoke, Dabi knelt down by the Nomu's knee, and inserted a tracking chip into the skull-pads that covered its knees. He inserted it into the eye-hole, making sure that the sticky bottom was firmly secured onto the material, so it wouldn't be shaken off during a rampage. After installation, he gave the prying mastermind a thumbs up, indicating that everything seemed fine.

"That should let us track its location for you through GPS. You'll have whatever coordinates you'll need."

Kurogiri did the closest thing that a person made of black mist could do that resembled bowing. "Understood."

Throughout the conversation, Shigaraki's scratches against his neck had been getting faster and faster, and more and more violent. A sinister grin made its way onto his lips though, growing more and more as his neck got sorer and sorer. There wasn't any way that this could fail.

The Nomu was designed to be based around the strength level of the strongest people that his master had ever fought, pushed to the maximum and overloaded with Quirks designed to let it take all the punishment it needed to. It would follow his orders to the absolute letter, without complaint or hesitation.