When a warrior is killed his son takes revenge and moves to Japan to live a normal life. But the guilty come forth and line up to meet their end. Some times you don't need powers you just need to hit harder then the last guy and take them better tha...
Y/n POV: It's about 5:30 AM and I'm getting ready to wake up and suddenly I hear my door open. I pull out my 1911 with a laser and flashlight as I switch on the light and aimed it at the door. "Midnight? The hell are you doing walking in here at five in the morning?" She turned the light on and I put my gun down "Well Nezu wanted me to deliver a uniform to you so you would be less conspicuous so he recommended that the no uniform rule was taken away temporally until the trial." "Did they find out when that was yet?" "Tomorrow. And by the way, where did that gun come from, and why did you react so quickly?" I jumped up and switched the flashlight off. "I wake up early so I can eat breakfast, workout, and watch TV. Also I keep a gun holstered in my pajamas and a hand grenade in my pillow case." "That doesn't sound very safe." "Some people feel safer with a teddy bear or waifu pillow. Me I feel safer with a hand grenade in reach." I took off my wife beater and started doing pushups. "I'm wearing a normal tie and my belt though. And boots!" "That's.....fine. Do you have a thing for MILFS?" I stopped in the up position and stared straight to her eyes. "Heel girl. Now get!" She got intimidated and left as she closed the door I went back to my routine.
Time-skip a few hours: I'm sitting down on the couch finish my third plate leftover spaghetti for breakfast while watching the news. I was already in my uniform just not wearing the jacket yet. Normally I would watch TV or a movie after I had a shower and shaved but I was trying to figure shit out. "God damn this is the morning news? Normally its all 'missing dog returned to the family and Keanu Reeves is still kinder than Jesus.' This is the shit you see on the 10 PM news." All of it is about my trial and the fallout of it and the arena trial tomorrow. I flipped through every news channel on repeat they all said the same thing if how I am a monster.
"Why did I become Muammar Gaddafi?" I did my Jim Breuer impression. "I have sent SIX!! Libyan missiles to Sears Hardware Department Long Island Valley Valley New York! HALLEM IAAAAA IYAAAAA!!!"
I laughed and drank some Black Rifle Coffee. "Man fuck lettuce!"
"What are you a vegan?" I looked behind me and I saw Jiro. "So do you have sex with vegetables now as well?" "Hell no! I'm a jackass not a self righteous prick." "Well are you ready to go?" I switched off the TV grabbed my jacket and jumped over the back of the couch. "Let's go I'm already bored!"
Time-skip: I was sitting down at my desk even though in uniform I stood out like a two brothers from Jersey in Beijing. Partially because I had on a normal tie, combat boots with the pant legs tucked inside and a military belt with only the front of my shirt tucked behind the buckle. I could tell people even though they might have been talking to someone else were focusing on me. Some people who had taken the time to know me didn't focus on me that much though or just didn't care like Shoji and Tokoyami. I just sighed and put my aviators on. "Hm if I was from Texas I would be the smartest one there and I would be their king." Aoyama decided to be cocky and taunt me so I sat up and walked to him and decided to give him a little bit of R. Lee Ermey.
"Bullshit in Texas we don't tend to like the idea of monarchs. Are you an old hag making an army of Corgi's Private!?" "No." He still tried putting up his front. "Plus only steers and queers come from Texas Private Cowboy! And I don't see any horns and your pretty sparkly so that about narrows it down!" His act started to fall down. "Do you suck dicks?" "....no." "Bullshit! I'll bet you can suck a golfball through a garden hose! Are you a Peter-Puffer!?" "....no." "I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around! I'll be watching you!" I walked off as he turned blue as I sat back down.
Time-skip Lunch brought to you by chibi Drill Sergeant Y/n whipping the class into shape: "Never got to actually eat here, fancy." I got a giant bowl of ramen and walked to a table. As soon as I sat down everyone there left but then Jiro sat next to me. "That F.M.J. Thing with Aoyama was pretty funny." "Thanks I try. Where are the others?" I sat my chopsticks to the side and put a fork in the bowl. "Mina and Kirishima are having an eating competition, Tsu just wanted to eat alone. And....I don't know where Momo is." Suddenly both me and Jiro heard her yelp. We looked up and saw some dickheads trying to come on to her and from the sound of it shit in the fact she is dating me. I put my finger down in the soups to check its temperature I licked my finger clean, fiddled with my watch, and took it off and gave it to Jiro. "Watch my food." I grabbed my chopsticks and walked off.
Jiro POV: I would have done something but Y/n beat me to it. I looked down at his watch and a timer was counting down from three minutes thirty seconds. 'Please don't go to far Y/n."
Y/n POV: I stopped about twenty feet from what I would assume is the leader and unwrapped my chopsticks and snapped them apart. 'Let's see, about five sissies.' I put a chopstick in each hand and threw them at the two people pinning her to the wall grazing the top of their heads and sticking an inch in the wall as they all looked at me. "Please let her go I don't feel like doing this right now, I just want to eat my lunch." "Well lookie here the monster himself." "How unoriginal I heard the news say the same thing 20 separate times this morning. Just let her go and their hair strand will be the only thing hurt." "Are you trying to mock us we don't kill people. And it looks like we have the upper hand." The leader ran up to me and punched me in the face breaking my aviators. "Those. Were my Top Gun Glasses."
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I pulled out a 1911 with a silencer from the back of my pants as everyone besides the bullies fell back. "You wouldn't have live ammunition in their." I held the gun up and pointed it at my left hand and pulled the hammer back "Wanna Bet." I shot it my hand. And held my left hand ah at them with my palm facing me. "Well I don't know about you but to me that looks like a .45 ACP sized hole right there." I pointed my thumb out and curled back all my fingers besides my fuck you finger. Suddenly the leaded of them shot a rope from his palm and grabbed my gun bringing it to his hand. "Well looks like I'm a hero." He pulled the trigger and the slide flew back. "What!?" "One bullet." I ran up to his rope and grabbed it and spun in a circle. "I GOT THE NEED! THE NEED FOR SPEED!!" I let go and threw him into the wall across the cafeteria. "Anyone else?" They let Momo go and ran away as I walked to grab my gun. I hit the slide release to make it slide back as I put it back in my pants.
Momo walked back to the table with me and sat across from me as I sat down my watch started ringing I hit the stop button and put it back on my wrist. "What was that!?" Jiro started to yell at me. "Well I made them stop and only injured one person....." I looked behind me as I pulled out my flask. "Semi badly." I opened the flask and poured the some of the moonshine on my hand opening and closing my fingers as I closed the flask. "But the gun!?" I pulled out some krazy glue and duct tape. "To prove that I didn't need it." I finished glueing my hand as I unrolled some duct tape with my teeth. "But why shoot your hand?" I finished taping my hand "If you prove that you are the craziest person in the room you win." I went to eat my lunch but I felt Aizawa's mummy wraps around me as he dragged me away. "Ah come on I just was about to eat!" Jiro tossed me the bowl. "Thanks baby girl."
Time-skip Recovery Girl's office: "What were you thinking!!!" Aizawa and Recovery Girl screamed at me both for different reasons. "Get Momo out with as little injuries as possible." "You shot a gun in a school cafeteria!" "At myself!" "You almost killed a kid." "Actually he only came in with a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm." "Called it." He placed some handcuffs in my wrists. "They want us to hold you till the event tomorrow." "These are quirk reducing handcuffs." "We don't have do deal with a lot of quirkless people alright." "He pulled out a wider pair with a connected chain with an extra cuff at the top. "Spread your legs." I did as he said as he cuffed my ankles and chained my legs to my wrists. "Let's go kid we at least got you a good bed and nice pillow." He escorted me out. "So who arranged the nice sleeping gear?" "I did." "What!?" "You will never hear me say this again and if you say I did I will deny it to the day I die. You are one of the best heroes I have ever seen and you don't even have a quirk. And even I see your logic after having to rearrest the same murderers and rapists over and over again. No matter what people say about you we all know we need someone like you but we are just to scared to say so or acknowledge it." "Thanks man. You really are a sweetheart you know that right?" "Shut up." "There's that emotionless bastard we all love."
