Chapter 11: Eraserhead
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Akira continued this pattern for the rest of the night, running into barely any problems. One thing in particular he enjoyed was the fact that most of the people he had ran into surrendered at the first sight of him, saving lots of time and energy. There were outliers of course, cocky villains looking to test their mettle and have the accomplishment of beating the man who destroyed Muscular, but many of them soon regretted their actions.
Aside from that, it was one of the advantages of his newfound fame. With these people taking less time to surrender, Akira could save more people in a night. He checked his watch, raising his eyebrows when he saw the time it was displayed.
3.45am
Akira was so focused tonight that he had lost track of time. He didn't know it was so late. He needed to get back to his hotel room fast. He wasn't really tired, so maybe he would play a few games before bed.
As he passed through the air, he suddenly felt the strangest feeling overcome him. Time slowed to a stop, and Akira's stomach was entangled in a tight knot. He realised that the energy that bubbled in his stomach…was gone.
Akira's eyes widened. He felt empty, cold, like something a part of him was missing. This wasn't right, what was happening?
"!" With no float <Order> to keep him up, Akira felt the full weight of concrete smash down upon him. He fell onto the roof, holding his arms around his face as he rolled across the tough ground. His momentum finally came to a stop, and Akira immediately shot up, still shocked by what had just happened.
His instincts suddenly kicked in, and it was just enough for Akira to barely dodge the fibered scarf launched his way. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and Akira immediately got into a stance, on guard. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable fight.
"You move well, it looks like you don't just rely on your quirk." Aizawa blinked, and just as quickly as Akira felt the energy in his stomach come back, it had disappeared again.
Akira cursed. This wasn't the Aizawa who had been injured at the USJ, so he could keep his quirk active for much longer. His quirk was also directly countered by him. Akira wouldn't even be able to mutter the first word of his <Order> before Aizawa blinked again.
Being at such a disadvantage, Akira did what any sane man would do, NIGERUNDAYO..
He dashed away, his goal to jump down the side of the building so Aizawa wouldn't be able to see him and he could use his quirk. That was the plan, at least until his scarf wrapped around his legs in a tight bind.
"Tch!" Akira growled, his balance going out from under him and being dragged across the concrete floor towards Aizawa. The last time something like this had happened he was powerless if not for his quirk, but now he had training, and could deal with this even without his quirk.
He grabbed the scarf with a strong grip, trying to fit his hands in between his scarf and his foot, but the bind was too tight.
By now most of the distance had already been crossed, and he was metres away from Aizawa. He managed to shoot up onto one leg, trying to gain his balance again. He found it, and in a split second he pushed forward, using the momentum from Aizawa's tug to propel him even further.
Aizawa barely managed to suppress the shock in his tired eyes. In an instant, Akira crossed the distance between himself and the UA teacher.
He threw a flurry of jabs, keeping Aizawa on the defensive for a short few seconds. Those few seconds were all he needed, enough for him to catch Aizawa's hand and squeeze it tightly. This caused Aizawa to let go of his scarf, allowing Akira to be free.
Akira leaped away, removing the scarf out of the grip of his leg and throwing it off to the side, "Sorry, just had to make the playing field a tad more even."
Aizawa didn't rise to the bait of the taunt, "Your fighting style, were you trained by…him?"
"Looks like you'll have to find out for yourself." Akira grinned.
Call him overconfident, arrogant even, but now that Akira had removed the scarf from Aizawas grasp, he really fancied testing his skills against him. It wasn't everyday you got a chance like this. He looked towards Aizawa, who hadn't had the slightest look of worry on his face despite losing his signature weapon.
Akira dashed forward, adrenaline and excitement pumping through his veins. He tucked his arms in and kept his shoulders close to his chest, keeping a tight guard as he pressed the attack against the UA teacher.
Aizawa effortlessly dodged all the attacks Akira sent his way. Even when Akira increased the insanity of the barrage and added a tinge of unpredictability to his attacks, Aizawa still remained untouched.
'Fucking Iwao!' Akira cursed the teacher in his mind. From the way Aizawa so effortlessly dealt with him, it was clear that Aizawa had experience against his fighting style. It was even more obvious with the fact that Aizawa stared at him with cold calculating red eyes, almost as if he was anticipating all the attacks.
A breath of hot air and spit left his mouth, heating up his face as Aizawa started fighting back. Akira threw another punch, but Aizawa deflected it with his hands and countered with another of his own.
'For a skinny guy, he sure is strong.' Akira knew it was a losing battle when he saw one. Looks like he bit off a bit more than he could chew. A follow up shot to the side of his face left his brain ringing and confused.
He was sent tumbling across the floor. Akira had enough self control to prevent his competitive mind from jumping back into the fight, and he began to run away.
He stumbled for a moment, still reeling from the attack, but he managed to pick up his footing as Aizawa followed behind, slowly gaining speed on him.
He dropped down the side of the building, feeling the energy burst forth in his stomach as his quirk returned back to him in full. He laughed, it was back to how it always should be.
"⭐I have super speed⭐"
"⭐I can manipulate wind⭐"
The voice was quiet but cut sharp as steel. With these 2 <Orders>, Akira easily stopped his fall, and was already out of sight before Aizawa could look at him with his eyes.
He arrived back at his hotel, exhausted. It hadn't even been 5 minutes, but Akira had been drained completely. Those games would have to wait until tomorrow.
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(3rd person pov)
"He's that good?"
"Even better," Aizawa replied, "I'm 99, no 100% sure he was trained by Knuckleduster. The fight was 10x easier because of it. Though I still would have won, with or without my scarf."
Tsukauchi sighed, 'So the plot thickens.' He thought.
"So you're telling me he was trained by Knuckleduster, and even without his quirk he is a major threat?"
"A future major threat," Aizawa rebutted, "Without his quirk, I can beat him. He only caught me off guard before as I thought he was solely reliant on his quirk. I was wrong. In the future his quirk and physical skills will increase, and that's when he will become a major threat, but not yet. There was also his muttering, but i'm sure that's just a habit, just something I thought needed to be pointed out."
"Muttering?" Tsukauchi sighed, grabbing his hair, "Do you see why he causes me so much stress?"
"No."
Tsukacuhi glared at him.
"On a serious note, we need to catch him before he can become a 'major threat'."
"I could probably capture him next time I run into him, though I'm unsure."
"Unsure? What do you mean?"
"I mean, if he finds a way to use that quirk of his, then I'm screwed. I'm confident in fighting him in an open area, but that's it."
Aizawa left soon after, leaving Tsukauchi alone in his office to ponder. He put a hand to his chin. He couldn't rely on Aizawa even with his quirk. If he did then Invincible would most likely find another way to escape.
He also had a small hunch that Aizawa liked Invincible, either due to his connection to Knuckleduster or something else. In any case, he needed to bring in the big guns and put an end to this. The longer Invincible was a vigilante the worse it would get.
Taking his phone out, he did what he should have done a long time.
"Toshinori, I need your help."
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