Chapter 106: 106: Internship (3)

Chapter 106: Internship (3)

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Far from Pro Hero Mirko's city, inside a dark bar, Hero Killer Stain stood opposite Shigaraki who was sitting comfortably on a chair in front of the bar table.

"...I see." Stain muttered softly. "So you two were the heads behind UA's assault?"

Kurogiri kept polishing a glass without a word while Shigaraki chuckled in a harsh voice.

"Exactly."

Stain took in the confirmation before speaking again. "And you want me to join your little gang?"

Shigaraki leaned his side on the bar table. "Yeah. When it comes to being a villain, you are a pro. Are you not? Just like us."

"...And what are you after?" Stain asked after a while.

"Our main goal is to kill All Might." 

At Shigaraki's words, Stain's eyes widened ever so slowly. Before he frowned at the next words.

"I also want to destroy everything I don't like," Shigaraki said as he slipped out a photo from his pockets. "Like this little brat, for instance. Argh, he even looks so annoying…"

Stain looked at the picture for a second. Silver white hair that was reflecting light from the surface, and blue cosmic eyes. He didn't know much about this kid, however, from what he learned from eavesdropping around the city, this kid came first in the recently held Sports Festival of UA.

The news that Neji was the one to subdue the villains in USJ is confidential. The general public didn't know of it, because while that would make Neji seem like a compelling future Pro, that would also devalue the worth of UA teachers, at the same time.

Since Stain didn't know about that, he was naturally curious why Shigaraki wanted to kill the boy. However, that curiosity vanished in thin air immediately as he deemed it unneeded.

Slowly, Stain unsheathed his blades. "It's ridiculous that you really had my interest for a second there…" he was kind of drawn in when Shigaraki said he wanted to eliminate All Might. "But, heh. You are the type I hate the most."

This child inside a man's body was just like any other villain who worked for personal goals. No, he was worse since he was just throwing a tantrum here.

And so, as Shigaraki prepared for a fight himself, Hero Killer Stain ran at him at a blinding speed.

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Neji was stunned when he stepped inside the house.

"Uh…"

At his exclamation, Rumi turned around. "What? Too empty for your liking?"

Neji observed the almost empty room with slight surprise. In this particular room, there was only a kitchen to cook, and a table to eat.

"I mean… anyone would expect something more from Japan's number 6 hero, you know," Neji said as he eyed the kitchen for a bit more. "At least it seems you got a lot of fridges."

"Heh, that I do." 

Rumi turned around and continued walking to the kitchen again. 

"There is actually a dedicated freezer room in the house. If not, you'd have seen more of them." 

While speaking, she opened one of the many fridges that were laid side by side, before taking out a box of coke and a bag of ice.

"You gotta eat as much as you gotta train, after all." Rumi put the box down on the dining table and then threw a Can at Neji who caught it midair while she put the bag of ice over her bloody nose. "Sit down, it's unhealthy to drink while standing."

Rumi took a seat herself as Neji did the same opposite her.

While opening the Can, Neji spoke. "Well, I wasn't expecting such discipline from the tomboy hero."

Rumi finished a bottle and wiped her lips with her thumb. "Heh, tomboy? Is that what kids call me nowadays?"

Neji gave her a shrug. "You don't use social media?"

"They're a bother," Rumi admitted. "You wake up in the morning, grab your phone, and see the post of some dude featuring his Greek God type body that came either from his quirk, or some steroids. Really demotivating for some people."

Neji nodded. "True. But does that mean you fall under the 'Some People' category? You feel demotivated seeing muscles better than yours?"

Rumi gave a loud heartfelt laugh at that. "You got me there, Neji. But no." She shook her head. "I do use social media, but it's rare for me to spend more than five minutes on it each week. To prove my words, I recently saw your post featuring the smiling Endeavour. It's everywhere, you know. Really shocking to see that guy smiling."

Neji laughed at that. He hadn't expected that Endeavour would actually smile, either.

Like that, Neji and Rumi spoke for a bit more. Rumi was shocked when Neji kept matching her drinking speed.

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"You sure you are fine? My motor system is different from a normal human, drinking less than that doesn't even work for me. But are you fine?" Rumi asked, a hint of worry on her face. "Stop if you're just doing it to impress an older lady."

"Ah…" Neji chuckled. "Well, my body is different too. Do you think that strength matching the number 6 hero comes from a normal guy?"

Rumi hummed. "Yeah, that. I assume it's a side effect from enduring the shockwaves of your quirk? Guess the human body is just that much adaptive."

Neji shrugged. Without commenting on her assumption, he looked outside the window instead.

"It's still noon. Do you have anything else in mind?" 

Rumi stood up with a stretch of her arms. "We will continue our match. I won't stop until there is a definite winner, you understand?"

Neji chuckled softly at that.

—★—

The sun was finally setting on the western sky, and their fight was still continuing.

"Ugh, dammit."

Rumi's punch was dodged as Neji's hand struck on her solar plexus.

She stumbled a few steps backwards and almost fell on her back because of unstable footing.

Neji drew back his hand and smiled nervously. "Um, you sure you'd be able to go for a stroll around the city tomorrow?"

Neji was fine but Rumi was at her limits. His stamina regeneration was refilling his SP bar almost too soon after it lowered. But Rumi’s stamina, as hours passed, was getting lower than ever.

Rumi clicked her tongue. "I will be fine. I have something of a healing factor. Nothing too powerful, but I can brush off any bruises after a good night's sleep. Just continue."

Neji scratched the back of his head. "Erm, it's almost night already. I am pretty hungry."

Rumi's eyes widened. "No, no! Night doesn't matter! We must fight and see the end of this battle!"

Neji chuckled nervously. 'Isn't the end already clear though…'

"Come on, Neji!" Rumi said, hopping around with her arms in a boxing stance. "Rush at me! Let me feel that adrenaline again!"

Neji sighed in the end. Her lust for battle was too much. But he wasn't going to spend the night fighting.

"....Alright." Neji smiled softly. "How about we make it interesting for me, also?"

"Oh? You got any good ideas?" Rumi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well…" Neji trailed off. "How about this, each time I dodge one of your attacks, I get the permission to attack anywhere on your body once."

"Huh? What do you mean? Weren't we doing that already?" Rumi asked, a bit confused. "Well, whatever. Fine, let's do it."

Neji grinned softly. "Now you got me pumped up."

Rumi growled and then dashed forward. She raised her leg in the air and struck down towards Neji's neck. Neji's eyes flashed red, but Rumi couldn't notice because his eyes were already reflecting the setting red sun.

He easily dodged the attack by stepping away. Rumi stopped attacking and went on the defensive. Neji had already attacked her head, abdomen, and most of the other weak points of a human body. So she couldn't exactly guess where he'd attack from after that agreement…

So, when Neji slipped past her like wind, taking position behind her just the moment before she felt a palm fall on her ass strongly, Rumi's eyes widened.

Neji immediately jumped metres back as he observed the hero's face.

Her face first expressed utter shock before a hint of anger bubbled up in her lips. However, in the end, a small grin formed on her soft lips.

"Ya'know, that was the first time someone dared to touch me there… Or should I say 'attack'...? Heh." She chuckled as she took her previous stance. "Can't say I hate the sensation."

Then, with a genuinely angry shout, she kicked towards Neji again, only to be dodged before being 'attacked' on the same spot.

By the end of the… 'match', as Neji called it, Rumi wasn't sure if her quirk would help heal her sore buttcheeks in a single night.

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