Sora reacts on instinct when he sees the familiar look in the villain's eyes. They're exactly like the people who tied him down or took his vitals. Disconnected, desensitised, to the point that they were fine with committing such cruel acts against a mere child. He fires off another electrified marble towards the villain, surprising Mirko as it shoots past her. The villain gives the boy a crooked smile as he lackadaisically lifts his hand, just as he did before, only this time, it works. Although the clear, fiery aura around his hand shivers and shakes in the presence of the electrical currents, the villain catches the marble with ease.
Sora's eyes widen when he realises that his attacks would no longer have any effect. The villain chuckles, glad that the child has seemingly lost the will to fight, though he had to make sure. He opens his hand to reveal the marble resting in the centre before it begins to float, being picked up by his aura. The villain casually raises his pointer finger to the sky and the marble floats a mere two centimetres above it, enshrouded in the villain's aura. "Here, you can have this back." With a simple flick of his finger, the marble is sent soaring towards Sora. The speed at which it travels is so fast that anyone who watched the marble leave his aura, completely loses track of the small object. Less than a second passes before the small marble punctures through the right side of Sora's chest. The marble continues through, making its way through the car behind the boy and even digging a fair way into the ground.
The onlookers eyes widen as they see a marble-sized hole suddenly appear in a twelve year old's chest. Sora himself takes a moment to realise what happened. He glances down at the hole as blood begins to trickle down from the side of his mouth and both sides of the wound. "K-Kid?" Mirko stutters our a single word, assuming that the boy had entered into a state of shock or that the adrenaline pumping through his veins was keeping him from falling. That, even in a world where almost everyone had their own superpower, was one of the only things that could make sense in her mind. "That's it?" The boy's words catch everyone, including the villain, off guard. His words, said more to himself than anyone else, seemed to imply that he had expected more from the wound. "Sora?" Tsukauchi, having heard about what the boy had been through, is only just realising how bad it must have been. If something like this was barely fazing him, what kind of painful experiences could possibly push a person, a twelve year old boy, to the point where such a wound elicits an almost disappointed response.
The villain chuckles nervously, trying to make sense of things in his head. "I see. So that's why you were so strong for a kid. You've got your own supply of trigger too, huh?" Mirko and officers glance over at the villain, inwardly berating themselves for nearly forgetting he was there. "Really kid, if you want to be a hero, you shouldn't be taking drugs. That's the kind of thing a villain does." The onlookers stare at the villain incredulously. Is this villain really trying to give a "Don't do drugs, kids" lecture after everything he and his comrades had done here today?
Of course, the expression on the villain's face showed not disappointment or anger that he had failed to kill or knock out the child. It's more like the villain is having a mental breakdown. The expression on his face looks almost happy, relieved even, that the child seems okay. Mirko, still keeping an eye on the boy while glancing back and forth between the villain and Sora, is the only one to notice as the wound emits a faint, red glow as it heals to the point that one would question whether it ever existed in the first place.
The villain lowers his right hand, bending his knees slightly until the aura around his hand is able to reach the ground. The ground trembles before cracking and shattering into twenty pieces. The villain lifts his hand to just below shoulder height with the twenty stones floating listlessly within his aura. Mirko twists her body to face the villain head on, readying herself as the villain winds his arm back and telekinetically tosses the stones at the hero with a pitcher-like motion. Mirko clicks her tongue, knowing that she couldn't dodge them or she risked letting Sora get hit. Regardless of whether or not he would survive or even feel it, she couldn't let a kid take that on.
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My Hero Academia: Split Path
FanfictionThis is the story of a boy who dreamt of being a hero like Allmight, as many other children have before him. This however, is not the story of how he became the number 1 hero. That is not his story. Fear, hatred, anger, sadness, pain, loneliness. On...
