Footwork 2

So, it's been almost a month since he's arrived in the world of MHA. Oliver has adjusted quite well, he's even got a 'Day' job at the cafe below, Barry was more than happy to see this since the handsome Oliver brought in quite a few customers, and since there were pretty customers, more customers began to come in.

He had actually caught Barry crying one day after work, and when Oliver tried to comfort him, he got pulled into a hug as the grown man started to profusely thank him.

With this he learned despite his passive stance to Barry, the man had a hell of a story. He was actually a retired underground hero himself. He didn't say his name, but his quirk was echolocation basically.

He had trained it to its absolute limit, he could if he focused see up to a few kilometers using it, which was crazy if you think about it. With the diligent training of his body and martial arts, he was a rescue specialist when it came to getting hostages, or helping people escape enslavement basically.

The reason he had retired was that someone had found out he had a daughter, said daughter loved tasting the beverages he made. Long story short she was killed, in a very gruesome way. Revenge story happened and Barry settled down.

This humbled Oliver, it made it far easier to realize despite the whole 'This is an anime/manga world.' It was now his reality, it didn't affect his outlooks over things, he came to have a good time, not to worry about everybody's backstories.

His own training and workouts have gotten a lot further than he originally realized. Within a small amount of time, he found himself far from the skinny guy he was. He wasn't some buff All Might, but he now had the lean and fit physique of a trained athlete.

Testing his limits of strength was easy since he already knew his original strength, and being able to compare his changes in physique and the overall quality of improvement from his old life and now, he realized that quirks affected humanity as a whole, they made them far stronger than the normal humans of his own world.

He realized since he knew about the human body very well, and knew how to train to get the best benefits, he started to show the strength of a very minor strength-enhancing quirk.

Oliver wondered why, if this was the case, why wasn't everybody else training? Why did the normal of this world seem, weak? Of course, he knew because of his fast progress he was different, but even looking at the standards for sports of this world, something seemed strange.

Was it just him? His quirk was becoming far more mysterious as time went on, it covered too many things, too easily. He needed to find a doctor he could trust to help him look into it, he knew a lot about the body and the science, but he needed a professional and the equipment.

That aside he did find quite a bit out about the Kings, their strengths, and such, he learned that every single one of them was only in power because they looked intimidating. He found no combat records, he knew since the crackdown on crime because of hero's, it was much harder to actively do things, but they seemed more like a club of kids than 'Thugs.'

With this, he decided he would make his move now then later, his body was at a point that he was comfortable with fighting them, and he made very sure that none of them had strength-enhancing quirks, or anything bothersome. The boss, who looked the scariest was a big bald guy with tattoos, the funny thing is. His quirk was related to flowers, he was able to help them bloom faster. There might be more to it, but he showed no control over it other than able to speed up the growth rate of plants.

So, slightly changing his appearance, to the small things that would be hard to replicate with a mask, changing eye color, hair color, and a few minor details about his physique he put on a simple tank top and sweat pants, ready to go beat ass he made his way back to the bar he had found previously. Stepping down into it he entered, there was a guy watching the door, one of the King's guards for the bar, seeing someone new walk-in, he started to head over.

Of course, as a good civilian Oliver chose to greet him in a kind way, of course to his eyes.

Going for a handshake, on instinct the guy did the same, catching the man's hand, his fingers tightened, slight cracks coming from the guy's hand as his completion rapidly started to change from confused, to terror. Right before Oliver's forehead came forward and headbutt him straight into the nose.

The guy dropped to his knees, Oliver had chosen to do this in the middle of the day where it was just members of the gang allowed in.

The guy was already screaming in pain and it got everyone's attention, there were ten fighters. Oliver was confident but he needed to go for the morale first. Using his grip on the guy's hand he tightened and turned his wrist, forcing the guy's arm out and up he pressed the guy to the ground with a foot, as some started to move, Oliver spoke in a voice full of something this world wasn't that used to, the will to kill.

"Move one more step, and I'll start dismantling him like a toy, I'll start breaking bones in his arms while naming them."

They all stopped, the big bald guy was already sweating, he had a deep voice as he began to speak. ''What do yo-.''

''AAAAHHHHH!"

There was a sickening crack from the guy on the ground, one of his fingers twisted in an odd way, Oliver's calm expression never leaving his face, his next words made them realize just who was in charge, and how close he was to do it again.

''Did I say you could speak? That requires you moving your mouth."

Seeing how they all really froze, terror apparent he released a low rumble as he nodded slowly. ''Good, that was the phalanges middle."

Seeing him actually naming the bone, most of them realized he was willing to do exactly as he said. Their numbers didn't seem to bother him, and how easily he manhandled one of their 'strongest'. The thought he had a dangerous quirk.

''Now, leader. I am here to take over. I am going to turn this clubhouse into an actual gang worth of the title of Kings, all those willing. Bow to me, all those unwilling, keep your heads up.''

Almost instantly, all of them suddenly bowed, one of those full ninety-degree bows straight out of an anime, their head pointing to the ground. All of them shouting at once.

''PLEASE BE OUR BOSS!"

Oliver, despite his usual calm expression, blanked completely. The only thought he could process being

'What the fuck?'