Inquisitor

- The Villain Killer -

Kerachin Sosa walked forward through the crowded streets of Japan. He turned a corner swiveling his head as he did so. He once again saw the guy wearing the hoodie, a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Kerachin picked up his pace, his eyes looking around him to find an area he could ditch his stalker. If he could find a secluded alley he would just corner him there and kill him, but Kerachin didn't want to run the risk of a hero finding them and arresting him.

'Wonder who he works for. Well, that doesn't really matter, people should know better than to send idiotic messangers that can't even tail a person without getting caught after me. ME!! I need to go somewhere where the heroes won't find us so I can take care of him.'

Kerachin ran through his head, thinking of the most remote place he could think of. He needed a place where he could take care of the idiot following him quietly. He soon thought of a place, an old factory district. The place was all but abandoned and anyone there wouldn't even care about a fight so he wouldn't need to worry about heroes interfering.

He walked out of the city and into the factory district. Slowly people became more and more scarce. Checking behind him, he saw that the same guy was still following him. Kerachin smiled at how dumb the guy had to be and went into one of the factories. He looked around him and checked out the area. It was mostly open, only a few scaffolding running above him and a few barrels in the area with a larger pile of them near the back, their color faded from time.

He turned around to the door he had left open and waited for his stalker to come through. Sure enough, the same guy wearing the same hoodie walked through, only he wasn't carrying the bag anymore.

Kerachin looked the man over. A mask covered the button half of his face, his eyes, a pure silver that they almost seemed to glow, bore directly into him. The man's hands were clasped together behind his back, his posture, incredibly straight, revealed that he had to have had some sort of training.

"So." Kerachin addressed the man in front of him. "What do you want with me?"

"You are Kerachin Sosa. Correct?" Kerachin was slightly surprised at the man's voice. It was calmer than the people he normally dealt with.

"What about it?"

"You are also the villain known as 'Gyakusatsu' are you not?"

Kerachin's eyes narrowed. 'Who the hell sent this guy? Or did he come after me himself?' "Aren't you supposed to introduce yourself before asking for other people's names?"

The man tilted his head as if thinking then replied, "I suppose you're right. My apologies for the late introduction. I am a mercenary hired to kill Kerachin Sosa AKA the villain Gyakusatsu, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Kerachin watched incredulously as the man bowed before him as if they were salarymen exchanging business cards. The man rose up and saw Kerachin laughing.

"You think... that you can kill me? Pfft- As if!! You can try, but it can and will end in your death instead, so I suggest you turn arou-" Kerachin was cut off by the man pulling out a handgun and firing two bullets at him. He lifted his hand and used his quirk to create a shield in front of him.

The shield was a strange yellowish white color. It formed right as the bullets should have reached them, but they both missed and hit the barrels behind him. The shield then split into four parts, one for each finger Kerachin had used to make it. He put his hand down at his side, a crazed smile on his face.

"Now see, that's why I hate mercenaries. You don't let people finish their sentences, you fail to execute your sneak attacks, and then you die!" As he spoke, his thumb's nail started growing and turned into a blade extending from his finger, just like the other four.