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Mustufa, Japan 3rd POV

The crowd gathered around, cameras flashing as reporters clamored for interviews in the aftermath of All Might's victory over the Slime Villain, who had taken a young boy hostage. Citizens praised the Symbol of Peace, cheering his name and marveling at the heroism displayed, even though he seemed like in a hurry. Reporters rushed in, microphones aimed at anyone who had witnessed the event.

"All Might was incredible," one woman exclaimed into a microphone,"he's always there when we need him!"

Others echoed her sentiment, fawning over the way the number one hero saved the day once again like always. Amid the sea of praise, a reporter's attention shifted to a figure standing aloof from the crowd, a young boy with tanned skin, hands in his pockets, crimson red eyes half-lidded with indifference at the scene. Sensing an opportunity for a different perspective, the reporter hurried over.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, thrusting the microphone in front of Aiden,"what's your take on today's events? Isn't it inspiring to see All Might save the day like that?"

The boy didn't even bother turning fully toward her, not really interested in talking to her, but he knew she won't leave him alone till she got what she wanted. He shifted his weight to one side and glanced lazily at the reporter, might as well say something to get rid of her.

"Inspiring, yeah sure, if you're into the whole 'hero worship' thing," his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Uh...I mean, don't you think All Might did a great job taking down the villain," she asked

"Look, All Might did what he always does, showing up at the last second, posing for the cameras, and saving the day while everyone else stood around with their thumbs up their asses."

The reporter's smile faltered, but she pressed on, clearly hoping to salvage the interview.

"But surely you must appreciate the work heroes do for society," she asked, hoping he gives a better answer

Aiden's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his full attention to her giving a huge tired sigh. Then he gestured toward the scene, where the remnants of the Slime Villain were being cleaned up.

"Appreciate? Let me break it down for you. There were how many heroes standing around here before All Might showed up? Three? Four? And what did they do? Absolutely nothing. They stood there like idiots, waiting for someone else to handle the problem. If they had any real sense, they could've contained the situation before All Might even needed to show up."

A few onlookers began murmuring, exchanging glances. Some even shouted at him, saying he was an asshole and should be nicer, which won't happen in a million years with him

"Hey, kid, you an idiot," one man yelled,"those heroes put their lives on the line every day! Show some respect!"

"Right, because standing around doing nothing is such a dangerous job," the kid said as he rolled his eyes"must be tough."

"How can you ridicule heroes like that," another person shouted,"All Might saved us all today!"

The boy turned, now addressing the small crowd that had gathered. Apparently many didn't like his honest and open minded opinion on the situation, not doing what they expected him to do. Praise and talk about how awesome Heros were, instead he was pointing out the problems and holding Heros accountable for once.

"You're all so obsessed with heroes that you don't even realize how broken the system is," he said,"you worship them like they're gods when half the time they can't even do their job properly without someone like All Might swooping in to clean up their mess."

"Are you saying you could've done better," a voice called out, mocking him, but instead the boy snorted

"I don't need to be a hero to know that waiting around for someone else to fix the problem is a bad strategy. And for the record, I wouldn't have let things get that bad in the first place."

His tone was sharp, but there was a calm, calculated edge to his words, like he had already thought this through in a hundred different ways. The initial anger of the crowd was slowly being replaced by confusion and frustration. The boy sighed as he can't believe this people are so single minded that it hurts him to even think about it

"What gives you the right to talk like that," one woman shouted,"you should be praising them, not tearing them down!"

"Right, because criticizing people who are supposed to protect you is off-limits," the kid asked, his expression hardening,"if you want to worship them, go ahead. But don't expect everyone else to drink the Kool-Aid."

"This guy must be out of his mind," some muttered

His sarcastic remarks stung, and the crowd's frustration only grew. But the kid wasn't fazed, he was use to this when he voiced his opinions on Hero related situations, and he just said what he believes, which hurts people feelings and they argue with him. They try and make him say otherwise and agree with their side, but he ignores them

"Here's an idea: instead of blindly praising the heroes for doing the bare minimum, maybe hold them accountable for when they screw up," he asked them,"but that's probably too much for you to handle for being single minded like naive brats."

With that, he turned on his heel, not bothering to stick around for further rebuttal, no it seeing the point. The crowd simmered, but no one stepped forward to argue further, and he wasn't interested in wasting more time on them. As he walked away, the reporter stood frozen, her microphone hanging limply at her side, unsure of how to process what had just happened.

"Well...that was...something," she said

As the kid continued walking down the street, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he made his way toward a small shop at the edge of town. The shop, tucked away between towering buildings, had a faded sign that read "Ishida Salvage." It was a place he frequented, always filled with useful scraps and old tech parts he could use for his projects.

Stepping inside, the musty smell of metal and oil hit him immediately, a familiar scent he knew and loved. The old man behind the counter, Ishida, looked up from his workbench, adjusting his thick glasses as he approached.

"Ah, Aiden, back for more parts, eh" Ishida asked, his voice gravelly with age.

The boy, now named Aiden, nodded his head, his usual aloofness softening slightly in the presence of the old man.

"Yeah, took me forever to get here," Aiden said,"got any good scraps today?"

"Always do. Take a look."

Ishida grinned, pulling out a box filled with various pieces of machinery. Aiden sifted through the box, his sharp mind already piecing together potential uses for each item. He picked out a few key components, circuit boards, old wiring, and a broken servo motor.

"These'll do," Aiden said, placing the items on the counter, pulling out his wallet and handed Ishida the cash.

"Good doing business with you, Aiden," Ishida said as he nodded in appreciation,"don't know what you're always making with this stuff, but I'm sure it's impressive."

"Thanks," Aiden muttered, already heading toward the door.

As he pushed it open, he didn't notice the figure walking past the shop, and he bumped into them lightly.

"Sorry," Aiden said automatically, stepping back.

But the person he bumped into wasn't just any passerby—it was a hero, a younger pro hero by the look of his flashy costume, bright red with yellow flames forming an X over his chest. His nameplate read "Blazer"...god that is so generic.

"No problem," Blazer said at first, brushing off his shoulder.

But his eyes quickly narrowed as they caught sight of the black pistol holstered on Aiden's hip, his custom Malorian Arms 3516. It was a custom build weapons he made when he was 14, developing a talent for weapon making back then and decided to create it out of boredom. But the Hero only saw something that will definitely help him get pointed

"Hey, wait a minute," he said as he stopped Aiden,"you're carrying a gun?"

"Yeah," Aiden said as he glanced down at the gun, then back at the hero,"what about it?"

Blazer's demeanor shifted immediately, his hand hovering over his utility belt.

"You know firearms are illegal here, right," he said, as if it was a matter of fact,"hand it over. You're under arrest."

"It's not illegal," Aiden said as his expression barely changed, though a glint of irritation flickered in his eyes.

"You can't just walk around with that thing! Japan's got strict gun control laws—no civilian is allowed to carry firearms. You're either a criminal or an idiot."

Aiden crossed his arms, his voice calm but firm. Time for this fool to be schooled!

"Actually, that's where you're wrong. Under Article 3, Section 4 of Japan's Firearm and Sword Possession Control Law, it's not illegal for someone with the proper clearance to own certain types of firearms. This gun's registered under international security protocols that were adapted after the government allowed certain imports for research and development purposes."

Blazer's face twisted in confusion, clearly out of his depth when it came to legal jargon.

"I don't care about your fancy talk," he shouted, like a baby,"you can't just walk around with a firearm—it's dangerous!"

"It's dangerous if you're a moron who doesn't know how to handle it. As for legality, I have full clearance from I-Island, where this weapon was custom-built. It's not classified as a threat under Japanese law as long as it's registered, which it is. So maybe you should learn the actual regulations before trying to arrest people."

Aiden's tone grew sharper, clearly  trying to not lose braincells by talking with this simpleton. Blazer's face was flushed with anger, but he wasn't done, his ego won't allow it.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I don't need a bunch of laws to tell me when someone's being shady," Blazer said,"walking around with a gun is suspicious, and you're coming with me."

Aiden stared at him for a moment, unimpressed with this buffon. He tilted his head and continued on, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're grasping at straws to boost your own credibility, aren't you," he asked,"trying to play the hero by dragging some 'dangerous criminal' in front of the cameras. Very noble of you."

Blazer's hand twitched, but Aiden stepped forward, his voice lowering.

"If you actually want to be useful, maybe spend less time harassing civilians and more time learning the law you claim to uphold. Because right now, you're looking like a complete idiot."

Blazer opened his mouth to continue, but Aiden cut him off, his voice final in this pointless argument.

"You have no grounds to arrest me, and if you keep pushing, I'll take this to court," he continued with little interest,"and trust me, with my knowledge of Japan's legal system, you wouldn't stand a chance, you probably couldn't name me the regular laws for trash...which you are."

The hero hesitated, his frustration palpable as the weight of Aiden's words sunk in. A small crowd had started to gather, watching the exchange with interest, some even giggling at how red Blazers face was. Realizing he was cornered, Blazer huffed and took a step back, wanting to protect his image, like he even had one to begin with anyway.

"Fine," he muttered, clearly flustered,"but this isn't over."

"For both our sakes, I hope it is," he said

He turned and walked past the hero, not bothering to look back as Blazer fumed in silence. As Aiden disappeared down the street, the crowd dispersed, some murmuring in surprise at how easily he had dismantled the hero's attempts to arrest him. Aiden, for his part, didn't care. Another idiotic hero trying to puff up their reputation—nothing new.

And nothing worth his time.

Sometime later, Aiden walked down the dimly lit streets of Musutafu, the cool evening air brushing past his face. In one hand, he absentmindedly unwrapped a piece of his favorite candy—Starbursts—popping it into his mouth. The sweet flavor barely registered as his mind raced through the events of the day.

"Idiots," he mumbled between chews, shaking his head in frustration. "Heroes puffing their chests, people praising them like gods. No one ever thinks for themselves. One of these days, they'll all figure it out...maybe...okay thats probably a lot to ask."

He continued grumbling to himself as he approached the small, nondescript building he called home. It wasn't much, a compact apartment tucked between more impressive buildings, but it was his space, filled with all the parts and tools he needed for his projects. As soon as he stepped inside, he kicked off his shoes and headed to his workshop, which took up half the apartment.

He dumped the scraps he'd bought from Ishida onto the workbench and immediately got to work. His right arm clicked as he extended it, the dull hum of mechanics indicating the wear it had endured.

"Definitely needs a tune-up," Aiden muttered, grabbing a screwdriver and getting to work.

The small sparks of electrical currents and the soft grind of gears filled the room as he carefully disassembled and adjusted his cybernetic arm, making sure everything was in place. His body was metal in some parts of his body, his arms were one of them, he will move to the legs in a while once his made sure the tech worked before doing anything

Next, he turned to his Mantis Blades. One blade had been sticking during deployment—a small issue, but one that could mean life or death in the right situation. Using the scraps, Aiden replaced some worn parts, realigning the mechanisms before sheathing the blades back into his arm.

"There, ood as new," he said, wiping his hands clean,"hmm 10 already, well might as well call it."

Satisfied with his work, he collapsed onto his bed, letting out a long sigh as he closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly, the weight of the day finally pulling him under the cover of darkness. That was until-

CRASH!

Aiden's eyes shot open, his senses instantly alert. The sound of glass breaking reached his ears, followed by soft footsteps in the hallway.

Intruders.

His mind clicked into action as he slid silently off the bed, whoever they were, they had no idea what they'd just walked into. Reaching under his bed, he grabbed his Malorian Arms 3516, tucking it into his holster as he activated the Mantis Blades embedded in his arms. The familiar metallic click echoed softly in the darkness as the blades extended, ready for use.

Aiden moved swiftly, silently, keeping to the shadows as he made his way toward the living room where the intruders were gathering. His enhanced optics flickered to life, allowing him to see the figures moving in the dark. It scanned the room, showing an outline of the room, objects and even gave him options, it was his personal HUD

There were four of them, each one cautious but clearly not professionals, they were tip toing like kindergartners. The first intruder, a bulky figure in tactical gear, moved toward the door to the kitchen. Aiden grinned, time to see if his repairs were up to date.

With a burst of speed from his Sandevistan, he closed the distance in an instant, the world slowing around him as he lashed out with the Mantis Blades. He struck the intruder's weapon, disarming him in a flash, before sweeping his legs out from under him. As the man hit the ground, Aiden drove the hilt of the blade into his chest delivering a small knockout compound, knocking him out cold.

Non-lethal—but effective.

The second intruder, hearing the commotion, turned just in time to see Aiden charge. This one was quicker, throwing a punch aimed at Aiden's head, but he ducked under it, driving a knee into the attacker's gut with a thud. As they doubled over, Aiden spun behind them, slamming the flat of his Mantis Blade against the back of their neck, rendering them unconscious.

Two down.

The third intruder came at him from the side, swinging a metal baton. Aiden blocked with his cybernetic arm, the clang of metal-on-metal ringing through the room. Before the attacker could swing again, Aiden grabbed their wrist, twisting it painfully before flipping them onto the floor. They groaned in pain as Aiden disabled them with a swift punch to the side of the head.

The fourth intruder, more cautious than the others, backed up, fumbling for a weapon. Aiden wasted no time, using his Sandevistan to close the gap in a blur of motion. In one fluid move, he pinned the attacker against the wall, his Malorian Arms 3516 pressed firmly against their forehead.

"Who sent you," Aiden growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The intruder didn't respond, breathing heavily as they stared down the barrel of his gun. Aiden's finger hovered over the trigger, ready to fire if necessary. But something nagged at him.something familiar about the way they moved. With a sigh, Aiden flicked on the light to see them better.

The harsh light flooded the room, revealing the face of the intruder beneath him, none other than Eraserhead, his usual calm expression now tense under the weight of Aiden's gun. Aiden blinked, momentarily thrown off, then his face immediately went bland as he looked at the Hero.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he said in annoyed tone

Around him, the other intruders groaned, slowly recovering from the beatdown they'd received. Aiden recognized them immediately, Present Mic, Cementoss, and Midnight, all of them looking worse for wear.

"You mind pointing that somewhere else, kid,"Eraserhead asked, still pinned by the gun, raised an eyebrow

Aiden gritted his teeth but lowered the Malorian Arms 3516, stepping back. Seeing the other Heros just help themselves to his furniture, running their bodies where he hit them, the ones that got the Mantis Blade will feel a sting for a while, but they were lucky he used a less lethal versions. Or they would be having hard time reattaching their heads

"What the hell is this," he asked, pissed off,"you break into my place in the middle of the night and expect me to not fight back?"

"We didn't exactly plan for it to go like this," Eraserhead said as he straightened, rubbing the back of his neck

"That kid's got some moves,". Present Mic groaned from the floor, holding his side

"Didn't expect the blades," Midnight said as she rolled her shoulders, wincing

"Whatever you're trying to pull, it's not gonna work," Aiden stated unimpressed, crossing his arms,"you've already made a more of a mess, which you all seem to be good at."

"We didn't come here to arrest you, we came to talk," Eraserhead said, getting serious

"And you couldn't knock, you know like normal and competent people?"

"We didn't think you'd let us in willingly."

"Guess we'll never know, since you never tried," Aiden stated as he shrugged, sarcasm dripping from his voice,"seriously a janitor more manners then you three combined, really smart dumbasses."

"Hey we," Midnight said

"Did I call on you Miss Shobiz?"

"HEY!"

"Anyway, why are you here anyway? What did some poor moron call 911 cause I hurt his little feelings?"

"No, we're here to take you to the police station," Eraserhead said

"...Yeah...no."

Whats see what they want shall we?