Annoyed people.

Two weeks later, Sirius became the proud owner of four toads and began the process of hatching Basilisks. It was far from a simple process that required enormous amounts of magic - which Black now had enough. To raise even one Basilisk, a person must have three times more magic than your typical adult Wizard.

The toads didn't choose him themselves - much to the teenager's regret - so Sirius had to investigate them on his own. But in the end, he settled on the Glass Frog, Panamanian Golden Frog, Common Toad, and a Bullfrog.

The Glass Frog was small, only 4 cm in length. She was green in color over most of its body, except for the skin along the lower surface of the body and legs, which were transparent or translucent.

Despite its common name, the Panamanian Golden Frog was a true toad, a member of the family Bufonidae. It was the most beautiful toad Sirius had ever seen. The skin of this one was yellow with many black spots all over the body. If the Wizard did not know that it was as poisonous as a sin, he would have patted her.

The Common Toad was, well, common. Sirius could bet that Neville had the same toad. She was so ordinary that it was painful to watch. Brown skin with green spots and black eyes, nothing special at all.

'Yeah, right. With my luck, that IS Trevor. . . A female Trevor. . . Trevorina. Trevenna. Tre- Oh, fuck it.'

The Bullfrog was rather big. With a length of 15 cm and a weight of just over 0.8 kg, this green creature made him wonder what exactly would hatch from the egg. If this Basilisk will be as huge as the one in the Chamber of Secrets, then he certainly will not be able to hide from the gaze of the government for a long time.

'I don't know what kind of people work there. Of course, there is nothing that could compare to the idiocracy in the Ministry of Magic, but for now, I don't want to risk it.'

Sirius had no illusions that the government would be interested in him, at least because he was an orphan with great strength. From what he has seen in society in his thirteen years, he is likely to be shoved into a Hero's training program - brainwashing - without even asking his opinion. And that's not counting his quite frequent patrols at night.

After he met with the four Villains, he went out on the streets of the city almost every night and beat up criminals with his shadows until they lost consciousness. In the morning, either civilians or Heroes found them, so the bastards quickly ended up behind bars. So he quickly got used to his new abilities and at the same time cleaned the streets.

Sirius worked quite simply. To begin with, he was looking for a member of some gang and forced him to tell everything he knew. From gang headquarters to the color of the boss' nipples. What?! You never know what can be useful. After that, he destroyed each base and left a small gift every time.

So the state will definitely want to "talk" to him if they know the whole list of his abilities. That was why Black used only Pride and tried not to show Alchemy to anyone. He had never heard about people with two Quirks, so he only used one.

Unknown to Sirius, people with multiple quirks existed. They were just so rare or they were quickly thrown into the lab for research as volunteers so no one had heard of them.

She's also the reason he only used his shadows because it was a "Villainous Quirk." Just as in the world of Wizards, dark magic was considered a clear sign that a person was a real bastard, here Villainous Quirks were a sign of a Villain. The only problem? It wasn't.

With dark magic, everything was crystal clear, it corrupted the mind and soul and made a monster out of a person. But Quirks were just abilities with which a person was born. Yes, it influenced the user's personality to some extent, but not so noticeably. But because people tried to suppress such Villainous Quirks, they began to influence their users more and more, demanding release and driving them insane.

People themselves created Villains from users of Villainous Quirks and then used them as examples for everyone else, increasing the fear. And so even more people began to believe that anyone with a Villainous Quirk would become a Villain. A vicious circle of stupidity.

In two weeks of his nightly raids, Sirius was able to get rid of three small gangs and one rather dangerous group that controlled the distribution of drugs in the area. Of course, they were just small fish, but they gradually led him to something more. . .

The young Alchemist couldn't even suspect that his antics began to annoy the Yakuza and Police.

So the carefree teenager went for an evening walk.

---

Kira nervously smoothed his shirt. The Yakuza was completely unprepared for the shit he faced right now. He thought that some pawn would arrive to explore the destroyed base, and not the Big Boss himself! Kira Kagegoro wasn't the smartest man on earth, but he could recognize a fucky situation when he saw one. What could be so special here that Kai Chisaki decided to visit?

Overhaul stood in one of the destroyed drug distribution headquarters, his expression hidden behind shadows and his mask. His subordinates were afraid to even twitch, no one wanted to become a bloody stain on the wall.

"P-police don't know about t-the attack on this building, bu-but they'll be here in a c-couple of hours. T-the intruder left us a m-message in the main hall." One of the Yakuza spoke with difficulty.

Kai Chisaki was infamous for his brutality towards "friends" and enemies. Someone called him a madman, someone called him a freak, but only the gang members close to him knew that he was just a cold and calculating bastard. So many times he killed his people in "fits of rage," that it has become commonplace in the Yakuza gang.

He nodded and headed for the entrance to the main hall, oblivious to the horror gaze of his subordinate.

"W-wait!"

Unfortunately, Overhaul did not have time to react to the warning and stepped on a stretch on the floor. A bucket of tar fell on him, completely covering him in a black, sticky substance. Immediately after that, a bag of feathers fell. In just a few seconds, the brutal Yakuza boss looked like an actor from a shitty American comedy.

The newbie of the gang could not help laughing at such an absurd situation and immediately regretted it. Kai touched the wall and two stone spikes immediately grew out of it, which pierced the groin and stomach of the poor fellow.

"Kira, why didn't you warn me about possible traps?"

"I-I didn't have time, y-you have already touched the stretch-"

"You mean it's my fault. Well, I didn't expect smart decisions from you." Another stone spike pierced Kira's heart and he died without even having time to close his eyes.

"Now you go and check the room for any other traps," Chisaki said, nodding towards his subordinates. "Don't you dare come back until you find every last one."

His cold gaze fell on Kira's dead body. He knew that this slippery bastard was stealing some of their drug money - who didn't? - but Kira became too bold and crossed the line. He began to steal drugs themselves and sold them to warring factions.

Kai couldn't let it slide, but he also couldn't let everyone know that was happening right under his nose. Solution? 'Murder in a fit of rage.' The Villan snorted. The paranoid Overhaul missed the obvious trap, sure he did. He looked around the building and noticed the message that Kira was talking about.

{Salazar sends his regards.}

The Yakuza have a new problem that they will not be able to catch for a long time.

---

At the police station, two people were sitting at their desks. At the table on the right, a young man with messy blond hair and a sickly expression was staring at the paperwork in front of him. On the other side sat a lean man with large yellow eyes and the head of a ginger tabby cat.

Tsukareta Aomoto wearily rubbed his temples and for the tenth time, today regretted not being a private detective from a noir novel. Where is his tasteless alcohol, disgusting cigarettes, hot women, and constantly bad weather?! Moreover, they never have a lot of work. . .

"Aomoto, you're thinking about something strange again. Get back to work." Sansa Tamakawa interrupted his musings.

"Hey! It's not my fault that this is all so boring! When I entered the academy, I was promised Villains, dangerous missions, and women, but what is this shit!?" He waved his hands over the paper to show his displeasure.

"This is our job. So I ask you to sit down and start writing your reports. Otherwise, we'll be sitting here all night again, and I want to sleep in my bed today."

Sansa sighed heavily. If Aomoto's Quirk - Memento Mori - hadn't been so useful in investigations, he would have been fired long ago for being a piece of shit. He came to work in the police force because of women, but his little brain did not understand that they loved Heroes more. The guy has read too many noir novels.

Aomoto muttered something, but sat down and began to work. He continued to write and correct reports until his eyes fell on a new case. He didn't remember it lying there ten minutes ago. With a shrug, he opened it and began to read, but on the third page, he groaned.

"What now?" Sansa sighed heavily again.

"The case of the new Vigilante has been handed over to us." Aomoto answered, banging his forehead against the table.

"And what's the problem? Isn't that what you wanted?"

"If it was some kind of flashy and arrogant Vigilante, I wouldn't have a problem. But noooo, it must be some shady asshole."

"You just want to whine about your life." Sansa took the file away from him and started reading too. His eyebrows went up when he saw the Quirk description of this new Vigilante. "A shadow Quirk."

This kind of Quirk was far from uncommon in modern society, but only a few people had some real strength in them though. But in this case, the devil was in the details.

"Dozens of eyes and mouths with sharp teeth. I've seen this description somewhere. . ."

The cat-man turned to his computer and started searching the databases for this Quirk, but got nothing. Thinking a little, he divided the shadow control and creation of mouths and eyes into two categories, and then he found the results.

Controlling and materializing shadows was too "popular" to find anything useful. But the creation of eyes and mouths turned out to be very rare. Only a few people in Japan had such Quirks, so Sansa started reading, not knowing that his search was useless.

Naomasa came out of his office with huge circles under his eyes, his week was not going well. The tall man with black hair has already grown stubble. It seemed that all the Villains of Japan decided to spoil his sleep. He had been overworking for the seventh day in a row and it was starting to show.

Aomoto perked up as soon as he saw his boss, maybe he will be his salvation from this mountain of paper!

"Tsukauchi! Do you-"

"No, I'm not going on night patrol. I'm going home and I WILL fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow." The detective snapped, taking off his tie. "Please, for the love of God, do not ruin this for me. If you want, you can go with someone from the night shift."

Sansa nodded in agreement without taking his eyes off the monitor. Now Naomasa was very annoyed, they were the last of the day's shift in the building and most of the blame lay with the new Vigilante without a name. It seemed that the bastard didn't even know what sleep was - Sirius still needed it, but much less, not that the police knew about it.

"But boss-!" Aomoto whined.

"No. And you still have a lot to do. And don't give me that look, I have enough "puppy-eyes" from Tsuragamae." Naomasa walked out of the police station into the parking lot without turning around to look at his co-worker. He got into his car and drove towards his house, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

The new Vigilante only worked for a couple of weeks but has already become a headache for the police. Unlike other illegal Heroes, he didn't seek popularity and did not even appear on security cameras - which was an accomplishment by itself. Usually, people become Vigilante to gain popularity that they have not found elsewhere. Of course, some simply took out their anger on the Villains, but this one was different. . .

He didn't work as a Vigilante, but as a typical Underground Hero - except that he didn't report the captured Villains. Find Villain, knocked him out, tied him up, and left him for the police, done. If you give him the license and a phone, he'll pass for a Hero. But until he has a license, he is an outlaw. The law exists for a reason and no one should be above it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of brakes grinding, Naomasa barely had time to stop his car so as not to crash into the car in front. Loud beeps from irritated drivers sounded on the road, but the car in front of him didn't move. The detective frowned and decided to check what was going on.

He got out of his car and walked to the scene. A green-haired teenager was lying on the road at a crosswalk, clutching his apparently broken leg, and a car with a dent in the front was parked nearby. The driver just sat behind the wheel in shock, not knowing what to do, so the Detective decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Hey, you pink one!" He said, pointing at a pink-skinned girl with a phone in her hands. "Call the ambulance and the police. And you, black-haired kid, find me a first aid kit." They nodded and immediately began to follow orders.

Naomasa, on the other hand, sat down next to the green-haired teenager and began talking to him to distract him from the pain. Although he did not react too much to the broken bone.

"Hi, I'm detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, what's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku." He answered through gritted teeth.

"Do you mind if I take a look at your wound?"

"Suit yourself."

Naomasa nodded and cut the kid's bloody pants with his pocket knife. But as soon as he saw the fracture itself, he frowned. It was an open fracture and the bone came out, tearing flesh and skin. He also noticed a lot of old and new bruises and small scars on the teenager's leg but decided to give his attention to the main problem.

"I don't know how you still don't scream and cry in pain. In my area, not many would be able to remain as calm as you in such moments."

"Had- worse."

This made the detective frown, all the signs were there, but he just didn't want to believe what his mind was shouting at him. He just didn't want to think that this kid was abused. So he continued the dialogue as if nothing had happened.

"You look thirteen, what do you want to do in the future?" for a long time there was no answer to his question, and during this time the black-haired teenager had already brought a first-aid kit. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to-"

"I want to be a Hero." Midoriya said with fire in his eyes.

Yes, it was the dream of many, but only a few had the same determination as Izuku. Naomasa was a little surprised because he only saw the same fire in Toshinori's eyes but quickly chased the feeling away.

"We want to be Heroes too!" Said the black-haired teenager who brought the first aid kit - he tried not to look at the protruding bone too much.

"What's your Quirk?" The girl with horns asked.

"Ain't got one."

His emotionless response made the Detective stop for a second, but he continued to provide first aid.

"It will be difficult, I see the determination in you, but will it be enough?"

Izuku looked at Naomasa in surprise. It was the first time they didn't laugh at him because of his dream.

"Yes."

"That's so manly! Are you going to be a Hero even without a Quirk?! Oh! I'm Kirishima Eijiro, that's Ashido Mina" The black-haired teenager finally introduced himself and his pink friend.

"Yeah! I'm sure you'll be a great Hero one day!"

Izuku just stared at them without blinking. During his short life, he realized that nothing good happens to him. To be born Quirkless in a society where power decides everything sounded like a bad joke. Since kindergarten, he was the target of bullying only because he was completely ordinary, useless Deku.

At school, things turned for the worse, if before he returned home was a couple of bruises and scratches, now his body looked like a canvas of an avant-garde artist. Bruises, abrasions, cuts, scars, he got them all. But when he was ten years old, he decided that there was enough and started hitting back.

One day, Katsuki and his company decided to blow off steam using his body as a sandbag, but they did not expect a quick and instant counterattack from the green-haired weakling. He watched their attacks for several years, did they seriously expect him not to remember them by now? So out of four children, only one remained standing.

Of course, his school's Principal wanted to get him into trouble and protect promising students - read "students with strong Quirks" - from a shitstorm. To his great regret, the fight was filmed by several witnesses and even a blind man could see which of the children was the aggressor. He couldn't even get a black mark for using a Quirk, it would look absurd.

As a result, the case was swept under the rug and Midoriya transferred to another school. Yes, it wasn't fair, but what could he expect from these bastards?

But after this short fight, Izuku realized one truth: he is weak. He was able to get out of the fray with just a couple of bruises thanks to the surprise attack and his analytical skills. So from that time on, he subjected himself to hellish training. At thirteen, he had already reached 169 cm in height and his muscles were stronger than steel. Now he only needed to find a martial arts master who would be ready to train him.

In fact, he was walking into a promising dojo right now, but he was hit by a car. . . Just his luck.

Suddenly, Izuku felt himself being put on a stretcher and a piece of paper being thrust into his hand. He looked around in confusion only to see Mina smiling at him.

"My and Kirishima's numbers are written there, call us when you feel better!"

For the first time in months, Midoriya smiled and nodded.

"Sure."