What If - Bakugou is a jujutsu sorcerer
A short expanding on the previous idea of a What If Strongest Duo & Dynamite fic where Bakugou has jujutsu talent.
“Let’s go home, Riko-chan.”
Getou raised his hand, turning his palm up to offer the crying girl a hand of support. As they stood in the Tomb of The Stars, Riko’s sobs were the only sound amongst the eerie quiet.
Sniffling, Riko held back her tears and wiped her face with her hands. She lifted her chin, facing Getou properly as she smiled.
Her fingers slipped before Getou could hold her.
A gunshot rang out within Tengen’s maze and it was followed closely by a startled scream. Getou pushed Riko behind him, noticing a new pulse of unfamiliar cursed energy. There was a translucent piece of hexagonal plate hovering in midair, just a few inches away from where Riko stood a second ago. His gaze shifted down, seeing a bent, clinking metal bullet rolling along the stone.
Near the tunnel that they came from, stood the assassin with a handgun but further down was another kid. A boy–probably in middle school–in a black uniform came running. Blond hair and red eyes, the glow of cursed energy circled him. Wild and untamed but still rhythmic enough that it wasn’t just an uncontrollable and continuous burst that would drain his life force.
“Amanai!” the blond boy yelled while coming to a stop, “don’t you die on me!” His chest heaved as he leaned a hand on his knee for support. “This place has way too many damn stairs,” he cursed.
“Bakugou?” Riko tried to poke her head out from behind Getou but the latter shoved her back. “How did you find me?”
“I left a tag in your keychain.” He flashed his phone, where the tracking app was on. Hearing that, Riko touched the pocket on her skirt instinctively and her mouth hung open. The boy continued, “How can I become the No.1 hero if I just sit by to watch someone die? I don’t care if you want to sacrifice yourself! I’m dragging your sorry butt out of this cult whether you like it or not! And the maid too!”
Tears swelled in Riko’s eyes but she took a deep breath and pointed at the assassin. “He’s the villain!”
Bakugou–as Riko called him–dodged to the side as another bullet was fired in his direction.
“This is really dragging on too much.” The assassin continued to fire.
A hovering square cube appeared behind the boy, where it split into a dozen hexagonal shapes and shot back at the man. The beams of light speared through the bullets and continued forward, forcing the man to leap back into the air. Getou took the chance and summoned Rainbow Dragon, letting the large curse attack the assassin and push him down towards the rows of corridors.
They slammed through the wooden structure while Getou grabbed Riko, shoving her onto the back of a flying curse. He turned to Bakugou and said, “Get Riko and Kuroi out of here!”
They would have time to figure out where this kid who knew jujutsu came from and his connection to Riko later. Because…if the assassin was here…
“Why are you here?” growled Getou.
Rainbow Dragon slammed down into the buildings, sending debris and dust everywhere. In the midst of the smoke, the muscular assassin walked out with a giant sword and a smirk.
“Why? Oh, you must mean that.” The man’s smile grew wider. “I killed Gojo Satoru.”
“Is that so?” More curses appeared behind Getou as he lowered himself into a better position for attack. “Then die.”