‘Kill any hero on sight, Himei. When you see one, you know what to do.’
A simple command for the new tool that was given to the League after what was considered a tragedy. Present Mic had died and his body hadn’t been recovered. The story played on the news everywhere, and even the nomu could hear people talk—even compare him to this ‘Present Mic’. The name sent a burning sensation in his mind but he ignored it, pushing up his round shades as the sun set, the street lights starting to flicker to life.
They had given him a route to walk on, and instructions. It was an easy job, though it was the first time he had been able to come out alone. It had been a year since Present Mic’s death and the rise of the voice nomu. There had been speculations that people have heard his quirk before—but no real sign of him...
Until now.
Blackened claws scratched at the side of his neck idly as he heard footsteps approach. A hero? He could sense it. A sharp tooth grin spread on his face as he stood wounded the street might, the glow from his red eye shining ominously. It was time to obey the Master’s command—Like the monster he was created to be.
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