It had been thousands of years since the Elric brothers had saved Amestris and the world from Father. That Era of history had been long forgotten and alongside it, the knowledge of Alchemy. Much had changed in the world, the final battle when all of...
Edgeshot: "I'm sure you noticed the outside of this building."
Izuku: "Yeah. Is this really your agency?"
Edgeshot nodded.
Edgeshot: "Yes. It represents me and my methods, as many agencies do with their respective heros. Mine hides in plain sight, blending in and hiding from criminals. Even the employees here dress and act as tenants."
Izuku: "Wow."
Edgeshot: "Going above and beyond is how we here at Edgeshot Agency keep ahead of the villains that plague the city."
Izuku: "If I may ask, how do I fit into all this?"
Edgeshot stopped and turned to Izuku.
Edgeshot: "I see the potential of a great hero in you, and as powerful as your quirk is, you're easily overwhelmed by pure power. I wanted you here to teach you to fight with a little more subtlety. Keep your opponents on their toes."
Izuku smiled.
Izuku: "Where do we begin?"
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It had grown dark. Present Mic had read as much as he could, and he was scared for his friend. Supernatural being, powers beyond quirks, ancient schemes emerging once more. The people would want to know about this, no needed, no, deserved to know.
???: "Yamada? What are you doing here so late?"
He froze. He knew the voice, he knew he was safe, yet he felt so threatened. He turned around to see yet another friend, Midnight.
Mic: "Just looking through some stuff for Shota. Sorry if I scared you Kayama."
Midnight: "No no, you didn't scare me. Though-"
A gun shot rang out. Mic felt a burning pain in hus stomach and fell to his knees. He grabbed at his stomach and removed his now blood covered hand.
Mic: "W-why?"
Then he noticed it, her mask, something was off about it. It no longer had the small horn shapes on the bottom. He took in a breath, but suddenly her arm let off red sparks, extended, grabbed his directional speaker, and crushed it. He could no longer safely use his quirk.
Mic: "Y-you aren't Kayama."
Midnight?: "How did you know?"
Mic: "Y-you got the mask wrong."
Midnight?: "Hm, did I?"
The being touched it's face.
Midnight?: "Ah, I did."
It snapped it's fingers and corrected the mask.
Midnight?: "Thank you Mic. Now, as I was saying. You know too much."
It fired, and missed. Mic used his bloody hands to pick himself up and rush the fake. He tackled it and began to choke it.
Mic: "I won't let you leave!"
Another shot to the stomach and he collapsed. The imposter pushed him off and stood. It turned to walk out, when it felt something on it's leg. It looked down, to see Mic gripping it's ankle.
Mic: "I-I will.... not.. let you leave this room alive."
He took in a breath, prepared to deal with the consequences of using his quirk without his speaker. Then the thing kicked his jaw and broke it. The pain made him let go. It dropped the gun, walked out of the room, and closed the door. It walked out of the building. The immediate area was filled with light from red sparks as it returned to it's true form.
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Monoma pulled out his phone and called someone who picked up.
Madame President: "Yes Envy?"
Envy: "Present Mic was getting too curious. He has been eliminated."
Madame President: "Who is on camera?"
Envy: "Midnight, as you wanted. Her fingerprints are even on the gun."
Madame President: "Good. Get back to your internship."
The call ended and the homunculus walked away down the road.
