Inquisitor

- Ryoiki Rikai -

Detective Tsukauchi looked over the file on his desk. It was from a year old cold case. Geretsu Sukamu, some guy that got rich managing a support company had suddenly decided that someone was trying to kill him. The police couldn't ignore him as he could raise hell on them, so they got four pro heroes to keep him safe inside a secured location.

The day after he was moved to the location, he was killed.

Tsukauchi had been assigned the case, but the next day the Hero Public Safety Commission had taken the case, only to then never solve it. Tsukauchi had risen in the ranks since then, and was able to actually pull files from them this time around.

As he reread the file he felt the same emotion slowly crawl over him as when he first walked onto the scene.

The killer had disabled all power in the building as a first step. Luckily, or unluckily, one of the heroes had a quirk that let him keep the room they were all in bright enough that they thought they were safe in.

Then, a masked assailant came into the room and engaged in combat with not one or two of the heroes, but all four of them, and beat them.

He has shattered one's spine, permanently paralyzing them, removed another's hands, broke another's skull so badly that it was still soft, and put the last one in what so far has been a permanent coma.

Only then did the assailant continue on and chase after the victim. Geretsu had fled the scene via the pro's instructions when the assailant appeared and was over a block away from where the heroes had lost, or at least, that's where they found the body.

Tsukauchi knew that while there were some similarities, there was no definitive evidence that his theory was right. Despite that, he just knew.

The killer was the same.

He felt that same emotion bubbling up through his chest that he had all those years ago. He hadn't even been given a chance then. This time, he would not, could not fail. He would catch this killer.

No matter what it took.

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The man wearing a hoodie sat in a chair in front of his workbench, listening to classical music. A small television was turned on in the corner of the room, a local news channel reporting that yet another villain had been captured.

He was using the tools at the desk to build a gauntlet of sorts. His quirk was turned on, causing his eyes to glow an ever so faint silver. He let the music sink into himself and focused on it, letting it guide his movements as he processed the information his quirk gave him.

He picked up the strange rod-like device he had built earlier and pushed it into a hole in the gauntlet. The rod slid in and a faint click could be heard when it reached the bottom. A satisfied smirk made its way onto his face.

He put the gauntlet on his right hand and moved his hand around to make sure the gauntlet wouldn't restrict any movement. After he was satisfied that it wouldn't, he spoke to himself saying, "I guess they really do know how to make this type of stuff huh?" He clenched his hand and the rod partially ejected from the gauntlet coming out from above his hand.

"Now all I need is to finish this." He said as he pulled the rod out and looked at it.

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A group tour was beginning for the support company Ukaaj. They were famous for supplying a majority of the support equipment used by heroes, their CEO and founder being a prolific member of the Hero Public Safety Commission certainly didn't hurt either.

A man wearing a red hoodie walked over and signed himself up for the tour, writing the name Ryoiki Rikai on the sign out slip and soon after received a lanyard that said the same.

When the course began, the man closed his eyes and pressed the play button on the device in his pocket. After he did, classical music began playing in his earbuds. He took a quick short breath, then activated his quirk. A silver glow came from his eyes that would've been noticed had he not closed his eyes.

The man felt a sudden surge of information flow into his brain. His brain had information several times that which it's supposed to be processing suddenly thrown upon it. For just a moment, the man was worried that his brain would be overwhelmed by the information and the headaches he would always get as a child would come back.

But, as quickly as it came, it left. The music rang in his ears and then the information was no longer overwhelming, but instead rather mundane and boring. If anything, his brain now seemed to think the information was too little, so much less than what was manageable that the world seemed to slow down around him.

He focused on his quirk, on the information it was feeding him. He ignored the different temperatures in all the people around him, the beats of their hearts, the electrical impulses flowing through their bodies. He ignored the information about the soundwaves, their movement and strength. He ignored all the writing on paper. He ignored everything in the building, minus one room. A room deep in the basement, hidden by rather extreme measures. A room that only seven people could access legally.

A room, where people were making new support items. Including, a gauntlet and a rod.