Kota's Justice!

I looked at Mandalay and asked her over to a corner.

"What?" She asked.

"It's villains. They're here." I whispered.

"Wha...how many?" She asked, calming herself.

"There's one villain setting fire to the forest up north of here, and another one spreading poison gas to the southwest.

There could be more. Please send a message to everyone to retreat back to the camp building." I explained.

"And how do you know that?" She asked suspiciously.

"I am training even as we speak so I have eyes projected onto the cliff face and around the forest. Look there, on the tree, and the cave entrance up there." I pointed out.

Mandalay looked at the eyes and nodded understandingly.

"Alright. I'll inform them." She said.

"And ask Aizawa-sensei to grant us permission to use our quirks. It might come in clutch later, especially for those caught up in the poison fog."

I added.

"Okay!" She replied telepathically before shouting out loud.

"Everyone! Get back to the camp building right now! Villains are attacking!"

"What?!" Everyone cried out in shock, as I shook Shinso back to reality.

"Shinso! Be alert. Your quirk will be very useful in this engagement."

"Y-yes of course!" He said, shaking his head.

"Pixie! Escort the students bac-" Mandalay ordered, when all of a sudden, a pink energy cloud pulled Pixie of her feet and into the forest, as a wet squelching sound followed by a sharp crack rang out, blood pooling by the shrubbery.

Two men, one in a plaid shirt and the other in a hawaiian, walked out, pants soaked in blood, carrying a giant magnet.

"Magne!" Tiger growled.

"Wanted for 3 counts of murder and 19 counts of aggravated assaults!"

"As for you, who're you?" Mandalay asked.

"The name's Hijikata but you can call me TsarBomba!" The fat man in the Hawaiian shirt shouted, pumping his fist in the air as they detached from his arms, rocketing towards tiger, all the while swelling up.

Tiger raised his guard and kicked the swollen fists out of the air, only for them to explode on his leg, turning it into bloody mush, permanently amputating him.

"YAAAAAAARGH!" Tiger cried as he fell to the floor writhing in pain.

On the other end of the field, TsarBomba's hands had already begun to regenerate, as small stumps appeared on his severed arms, his belly shrinking noticeably.

Within seconds his arms were back in full capacity.

The students scremed in terror as they ran away fromt he clearing in a panic and ended up heading straight into the forest.

All according to plan!

Immediately Mandalay turned to me and handed me Kota, who was stunned in shock and fear, on the verge of tearing up.

"Uncle Tiger!" He cried, even as I tucked him under my arm and nodded running towards the campsite.

On the sly, I projected an eye on a nearby tree and froze the villains in place.

"Take care of them quickly!" I advised Mandalay, "The restraints will disappear when I'm out of range."

"So you're the one we were warned about! Shikinori Haru!" Magne interjected.

"It's Shikimori! Get it right, jackass!" I shouted, still running off with Kota.

"You're not going anywhere! You're too dangerous to our plan.

If nothing else, I'll at least keep you here!" Magne said, activating his power on the crippled Tiger and his magnet first, bringing him clashing against his magnet.

Then with a flick, Magne polarized Tiger against TsarBomba, launching him at me like a cannonball.

"You wish!" I mocked, and immobilized Tiger in midair as Mandalay knocked Magne out with a flying kick.

Then, as she turned to target Bomba, she hesitated, remembering what happened to Tiger.

"Jajjyahajajajjajjajaha! Go on you bitch! Kick me, kick me! I'll blow your legs right off, just like your friend over there! Come'ere! Lemme make you into a cute little nugget!" Bomba cackled villainously.

Man, he was just born to be an ugly bastard, wasn't he?

That performance almost made me proud!

Scratch that, I'm genuinely proud of him. He's doing better than I ever expected, especially with the barebones trance program I gave him.

I guess he'll do just fine.

What's important right now is for me to get Kota to the campsite before I take of Muscular.

Why Muscular?

Because no other hero here has the power to take on Muscular.

Not even Deku!

But more importantly, because Muscular is too much of a wildcard, something I can't tolerate messing with my plans.

And with my meddling with Kota this time, he might very well escape the camp raid, what with no one spotting him until it was too late.

As I ran past the caves and trainibg ground, I sensed something barreling through the skies towards me.

Muscular!

Shit! If only I hadn't spent my reserves yesterday searching for Eri, I could have spotted him reaching beforehand!

But now, I was only using my psychic scan intermittently in short ranged bursts.

I didn't have the juice for the long range ones.

Or rather, I didn't want to risk a brain aneurysm by pushing my burst and trance to my regular 30 km sensing and telekinetic range.

That didn't mean I couldn't defeat him, of course.

I could still wring his head off his shoulders like a rotten grape and reshape his biology into a human toilet.

Just that I wouldn't.

Why not? Because it'd be damn fucking suspicious if a villain this strong was found lying about like a puzzle set.

It'd damn near reveal my true powers.

And so I went with the old faithful.

I projected an eye on the cave circuit's entrance, immobilizing Muscular moments before he hit the ground, just in case he tries to use the dust cloud trick.

Not that it'd work anyway.

"Damnit! And here I thought I'd have some fun!" He whined.

"Well just you wait! I'll deal with you once I get Kota here to safety!" I replied.

Kota looked back at the villain and began to shake in fear.

"It's..it's him. He killed my parents!" Kota shouted, struggling to get out of my grasp.

"Kota! Calm down! I've already got him. He won't hurt anyone anymore. Just stick with me till we get back to camp, then I'll get Aizawa-sensei to arrest him."

"No! Let me go! I'll have my revenge!" Kota said, biting my arm.

"Ouch!" I said, dropping him.

Instantly he ran back towards Muscular, peppering him with a spout of water.

I turned to look at him and stopped him right in his tracks.

That didn't stop him from water cannoning Muscular though.

"Let me go!" Kota cried.

"Don't be an idiot, Kota! Come, let's go." I said.

"No! I'm going to kill him!" Kota shouted with venomous rage.

I sighed and slapped him hard across the face.

"You're going to kill him? Huh? And how exactly are you going to accomplish that? With your piss cannon? That shit's barely annoying him. If anything its probably refreshing for him, a nice facewash on a hot summer night.

And don't go around deciding who you can and cannot kill, especially when you aren't powerful enough to even scratch them!" I chastised.

Kota began to weep openly, falling to the floor on his knees.

"What am I supposed to do then?! Just let him go? He'll probably get away again! And then ...hic ..he'll kill more people. And what about my parents? Don't they deserve justice?" Kota shouted.

"Ohohoho! Looks like you're the son of someone I've killed. Tell me, who's it? Who's the person I killed? Was it Hardcase? No, he was a bachelor. Maybe Lady Demetria? No her hair was light blue. Oh! That's it. It was them wasn't it? That couple who took my eye out? What were their names again, water hose or something?" Muscular mocked.

"Lucky! I get to finish a set today then! A couple and their child, a family pack! Hahahahahahahah!"

"You shut up!" I said, immobilizing his jaw shut.

"Kota, I didn't mean that. Of course you deserve justice and so do your parents, and I promise you this Kota, Muscular will never hurt anyone, ever again." I said, walking up to the tendon clad giant of a man and deactivated my binding, before activating remote control on my flesh.

Muscular hit the ground and steadied himself, as I called out to Kota.

"Kota! Stand back and watch. I'll show you why he'll never be able to hurt anyone again."

Muscular laughed in my face.

"You made a serious mistake letting me go boy! Now die for me!" He shouted, leveling a fist at me, the wind pressure from his blow causing my shirt to billow in the wind.

At the last moment though his hand stopped millimeters from my face, bound with golden bands of light.

"Fucker!" He cried, raising his other fist, rearing back, only to find it bound as well.

"You done?" I asked, with a grim countenance, my most no shit face on point, "My turn then!"

With one smooth move, I raised my hand clad in telekinetic force and brought it down on his elbow, as a thindering crack sounded across the training field, sending Muscular stumbling, his hand bent and twisted five ways from sunday, his flesh torn, and his bone exposed and shattered, bone shrapnel lying on the dirt floor, hanging onto his biceps by a thin string of muscle.

"Aaaaarahahhhhhh!" Muscular cried out in pain.

"What did you..how did you do that?" He asked, trying to reconnect his arm with his quirk.

"I could have severed it off completely, you know that? Why do you think I left it hanging, Muscular? Tell me." I said, coldly.

As the realization dawned on Muscular, all color drained from his face, just in time for another chop from me, nearly dismembering his other arm.

"Go on." I said, "Recover."

"No. Please. I'll do anything..just please let me g-" he pleaded, only to have his artificial eye pressed into his skull.

"Myaaaaaaarh!" He cried out, panting, blood leaking from his eye and mouth.

"I.Said.Recover."

"Pleaaase!" Muscular cried, tears leaking from his one remaining eye.

"Did you spare Kota's parents when they pleaded for their lives? Did you spare anyone else in your whole damn life?" I asked.

"I ..I -" Muscular muttered before he coughed up more blood and part of his cartilage.

"As I said, recover!" I ordered.

He nodded, as the smell of piss and shit colored the air.

Muscles and tendons slowly knit themselves together on his body, reforming his hands into limp noodles, with his now shattered bones.

"Once more, I raised my hands and this time, I struck his shoulders, shattering his shoulders, collarbone and the top half of his ribs.

"Khyaakh!" He said, wheezing, as the bone fragments ripped into his lungs, shredding them apart.

Within seconds he spat out blood and collapsed unconcious.

I turned to Kota, who was looking at me, horrified and said.

"There we go. See, now he won't be able to hurt anyone again. Hell, I'd be surprised if he even lived past this night." I said.

Kota looked back at the broken, bleeding form of Muscular as a light returned to his eyes, a new resolve forming in his heart.

Capitalizing on it, I explained.

"Sometimes to defeat evil, we must become ruthless.

And when heroes and the system don't deliver any justice, the only justice you have is one that you get with your own two hands! That's why Kota, remember, you must become powerful if you want to bring justice into the world." I said, patting his shoulder, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes." He said softly, nodding in agreement.

"Good! Now let's get you to safety. We don't want to worry aunt Mandalay do we?" I said, picking him up and seating him on my shoulders.

"Yep!" He said, smiling.