3rd POV
Yn was currently at a police station, sitting in a chair while one of his hands were cuffed to the table that sat in front of him At the moment he didn't care, he was too busy feeling guilty. He had done it again, and now people were dead.
He had been taken in by the police for questioning, and the heroes couldn't do anything. No. They didn't do anything.
They couldn't have done anything, they refused to speak about the situation that took place in the Warehouse, so the police could only see it as Yn misusing his quirk and causing the deaths of others.
If Yn was paying attention he would have been able to hear the police arguing with each other on the other side of the one-sided glass.
Within a minute after the yelling stopped a man walked in, bringing Yn's cane with him "So" he took a seat "Yn, I want to ask you a few questions" The man looked at Yn, though he seemed like he was in a daze, staring straight down at the table, so he repeated his name a few times until Yn finally looked towards the man
"As I was saying, I would like to ask you a few questions" he placed Yn's cane on the table "Like about this"
Yn tilted his head slightly "What's...." he stopped for a second before continuing "What's there to know about it?"
The cop narrowed his eyes and drew the blade "This" he examined the blade thoroughly
The blade had a beautiful pattern engraved into the metal, whoever forged it had to have been blacksmith among other blacksmiths. It was a completely straight blade, no chips or deformations could be found. The light reflected off the metal magnificently, and it looked as if the blade was made recently despite being with Yn for quite a while.
Almost as if it had a mind of its own, it seemed almost as if it was so uncomfortable in his hand, so heavy, trying to get back to its user. But that was just the feeling surrounding the blade.
"I want to know why you have a weapon like this on you at all times?" He laid it down on the table gently "And what substance was used to make it"
Yn took a deep breath "The reason I have it is for self-defense, and it was made out of a meteorite" he answered, he made his answer short, giving no details on why, and this made the officer raise a brow
"A meteorite?" he asked, and Yn nodded his head to confirm.
"Yes, it was quite the rare find. And so it was forged into a blade. It really is quite tough," he commented
"And why would you need this for self-defense?" He asked, though could already tell what the answer was
"Simply put, villains and hero killers run around like it's a normal stroll in the park, you need some sort of way to protect yourself"
The officer groaned in annoyance "Fine" he ended the subject there, he could feel that the boy sitting in front of him wouldn't give him any more details no matter how much he asked "Now, about your quirk-" "I control and manipulate sound, Yes I know, doesn't seem like the best for being a hero" he cut off the cop mid-sentence
"I was going to ask, is that really your quirk?" He threw a file on the table, a few photos of the scene at the warehouse sliding out of it "How does that allow you to do this?" He asked
Yn sighed "Sir, please remember, I'm blind" the officer made an 'Oh' face and then proceeded to collect the photos
"Yes, that is my quirk, no more, no less" he answered again
"Then how'd you do all of what you did?"
"I didn't" he stated simply, and this confused he officer, but again, he could feel that he wouldn't get any more answers on the subject
