Earthquake.

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A whole month had passed since the negotiation between Accelerator and Miori Shiba. True to her word, Miori had proven herself to be a resourceful and efficient ally. In that short span of time, she had managed to procure four tons of Vanadium for Accelerator, albeit at a cost of billions. Accelerator, however, saw it as a necessary investment for his wish.

With the Vanadium in hand, Accelerator moved forward with his project. He transported the precious metal to the Outer District, a desolate area where the Cursed Children had been forced to live in squalor. Over the past month, he had been working tirelessly, hauling the Vanadium and other materials needed for construction. The task was enormous, but Accelerator had the knowledge and the drive to see it through.

As expected, his activities didn't go unnoticed. The presence of a figure as imposing and notorious as Accelerator, doing something unusual in the Outer District, inevitably drew attention. Rumors began to spread like wildfire, and it didn't take long for people to piece together what he was doing.

"He's building a safe haven for the Cursed Children," someone whispered, the news spreading through the city like a contagion.

The reaction was immediate and visceral. The very idea of a sanctuary for the Cursed Children was anathema to many. These children, born with the Gastrea virus, were seen as a threat, a constant reminder of the monstrous creatures that plagued their world. The thought of strengthening them, of giving them a safe place to live and grow, sparked outrage.

"They can't be allowed to grow stronger!" shouted one man, his voice rising above the din of the crowd. "They're already a danger to us all!"

"Why is that monster helping them?" another demanded, anger and fear etched into their features.

The protest grew louder and more intense with each passing day. The Outer District, situated between the remains of a broken bridge, had always been a place people avoided. Now, however, it became the focal point of their anger. They couldn't reach the area directly, but they gathered on the other side of the bridge, their voices a chorus of rage and hatred.

Accelerator had chosen to exclude Kisara and Rentaro from his plans. He knew that involving them would only bring trouble to their doorstep. If the public knew they were his colleagues, they too would suffer the brunt of the backlash. He bore the burden alone, confident in his abilities and knowledge acquired from Academy City. He could build this sanctuary without their help.

Each day, Accelerator worked on the construction, his movements precise and efficient. The Cursed Children watched in awe, their eyes filled with hope and admiration. For the first time in their lives, they saw someone fighting for them, building a place where they could be safe. They helped where they could, bringing him tools and materials, their small hands eager to assist.

Despite their best efforts, the noise from the other side of the bridge grew louder. Accelerator's irritation mounted with each passing hour. The protesters were relentless, their shouts echoing through the broken landscape.

"Stop what you're doing!" they screamed. "We won't let you endanger our city!"

The children flinched at the harsh words, their hope dimming with each cry of anger. Accelerator, however, remained steadfast. He knew this was bound to happen. People feared what they didn't understand, and the Cursed Children were the epitome of that fear. But he wouldn't let their ignorance and hatred deter him.

On the day he was set to begin the actual construction, the protest reached a fever pitch. Hundreds of people gathered on the far side of the bridge, their faces contorted with rage. They held signs and banners, their messages clear and venomous.

"Down with the Cursed Children!"

"Stop the monster!"

"Protect our city!"

Accelerator stood at the edge of the construction site, his eyes narrowed as he watched the crowd. The Cursed Children stood behind him, their small faces etched with worry. They looked to him for guidance, for protection.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his irritation in check. The protesters had no idea what they were talking about. They didn't understand the potential these children had, the lives they could lead if given a chance. But their ignorance wasn't his concern. His concern was the children standing behind him, the ones who had suffered enough.

"Stay here," he told the children, his voice gruff "I'll handle this."

They nodded, their trust in him unwavering. With that, Accelerator began walking towards the edge of the broken bridge, his mind racing with thoughts of how to deal with the situation. He could easily silence them, show them the consequences of crossing him. But he knew that wouldn't solve anything. It would only fuel their hatred and fear.

The protestors' shouts grew louder as he approached, their voices a cacophony of anger and desperation. Accelerator stopped a few feet from the edge, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Oi," he called out, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "Would you bitches shut the fuck up?! All of your buzzing is hurting my damned ears!"

The crowd fell silent, taken aback by his directness. For a moment, they seemed uncertain, but then the anger flared up again.

"We won't let you build this sanctuary!" someone shouted. "You're endangering all of us!"

Accelerator's grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Wise words shitheads! But useless to me!" he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Bark all you want"

As Accelerator stood at the edge of the broken bridge, watching the protesters with growing irritation, a dark thought crossed his mind. These people, with their hatred and ignorance, needed to be taught a lesson. They needed to understand the consequences of their actions and their unfounded fears.

Turning away from the construction site, Accelerator clenched his fists and focused his power. He could manipulate vectors with unparalleled precision, and now, he intended to use that power to instill fear in the hearts of these people. He stomped his foot on the ground, disturbing the vectors beneath the earth's surface.

The ground on the other side of the bridge began to tremble. What started as a slight vibration quickly escalated into a full-blown earthquake. The intensity of the tremors was so powerful that no one could stand. The protesters were thrown to the ground, their screams of terror filling the air.

Buildings shook violently, and debris rained down upon the crowd. Some were crushed under the weight of falling rubble, while others were impaled by metal rods and shards of glass. The scene was chaotic and brutal, with the earth itself seeming to rage against the protesters.

Accelerator watched the devastation with a cold, unfeeling gaze. He felt no remorse, no pity for the lives being torn apart before him. These people had families waiting for them at home, but that was not his concern. Had they ever thought about the state of the Cursed Children? Had they ever considered the pain and suffering those children endured every day? No, not even once.

The earthquake continued to wreak havoc, the ground buckling and splitting as if in a fit of rage. The protesters, unable to comprehend what was happening, were consumed by panic. They had no idea that Accelerator was the cause of the disaster. It was inconceivable to them that a single human could create such destruction.

"It's just an earthquake," one man shouted, trying to be heard over the chaos. "We're just unlucky that it hit now!"

The fear in their voices was palpable, and as the earthquake finally began to subside, the crowd scrambled to their feet, desperate to escape the falling debris. They ran in every direction, their minds filled with the terror of the moment.

"We'll be back!" another yelled, his voice shaking with fear and anger. "We'll return with security next time! We won't let them build in peace!"

Accelerator watched them flee, a smirk playing on his lips. He had given them a taste of what true power looked like, and he knew they would think twice before returning. Still, their threats were not to be taken lightly. He would need to be prepared for their return, but for now, he had bought himself and the Cursed Children some time.

He turned back to the construction site, where the Cursed Children stood, their eyes wide with awe and fear. They had felt the tremors but had been spared the worst of the destruction. They looked at Accelerator with a mix of admiration and fear, understanding that he was their protector but also a force of unimaginable power.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "We'll build this place, no matter what."

The children nodded, their trust in him unshaken.

""Yes, brother!""

They resumed their tasks, their small hands working diligently to assist in the construction. Accelerator joined them, his mind already racing with plans to fortify their new home against any future threats.

As he worked, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. The protesters had been a minor inconvenience, easily dealt with, but their hatred and ignorance were symptomatic of a larger problem. The world was filled with people who refused to see the Cursed Children for what they truly were—innocent victims of a cruel fate.

Accelerator knew he couldn't change everyone's mind, but he could create a safe haven for these children, a place where they could live without fear. He would build it with his own hands, using the knowledge and power he had gained from Academy City. And if anyone dared to threaten that sanctuary, they would face his wrath.

The day wore on, and the construction continued. The children's laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the chaos and destruction that had occurred on the other side of the bridge. Here, in this small corner of the world, hope was beginning to take root.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the construction site, Accelerator paused to survey their progress. They had a long way to go, but the foundation had been laid. The sanctuary was becoming a reality, one step at a time.

Unknown to Accelerator, his actions had already begun to ripple through the city. The earthquake he had created was not just a physical disturbance, it was a metaphorical shake-up that had left the citizens of Tokyo Area questioning their beliefs and fears. The protesters' retreat was temporary, but it had planted seeds of doubt and fear.

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While Accelerator tirelessly continued building the school and sanctuary for the Cursed Children, Miori Shiba was in her office, focused on erasing any traces of her involvement. She understood the gravity of the situation, if it ever came to light that she was the one supplying Accelerator with Vanadium, her family's company's stock would surely plummet. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain.

She sat at her desk, poring over documents and ensuring that no incriminating evidence remained. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, deleting files and altering records. "This man is more trouble than I expected," she muttered to herself, a playful yet exasperated tone in her voice. "I knew he was crazy, but this level of insanity? Confronting the whole district like that?"

Despite her complaints, she couldn't deny the thrill she felt. The money Accelerator had given her was substantial, far more than she could refuse. It required numerous contracts to accumulate such an amount, and she liked the gamble this situation presented. Walking a tightrope, waiting to see if the authorities would catch on to her actions, was exhilarating.

Leaning back in her chair, she sighed. "Accelerator-kun is really troublesome," she mused, a smile tugging at her lips. "Making a lady do all this work." She couldn't help but find him interesting. His audacity, his fearlessness in the face of overwhelming odds, intrigued her. She was determined to see how this would all end.

As the evening descended on Tokyo Area, another figure watched the unfolding events with keen interest. Standing atop one of the city's skyscrapers, a man wearing a smiley mask observed the chaos below. Beside him stood a young Cursed Child, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

The masked man, known as Kagetane Hiruko, was thrilled by the recent developments. He hadn't expected to find someone like himself—a kindred spirit who wouldn't falter in the face of pressure and authority. He and Accelerator seemed to share a common goal, albeit with vastly different methods.

Kagetane's voice was soft, almost reverent, as he spoke to the girl beside him. "Look at him, Kohina. He's just like us. A man who won't be swayed by the weak and the corrupt."

Kohina, the Cursed Child at his side, nodded eagerly. "He's strong, Papa. But do you think he'll join us?"

Kagetane's eyes gleamed behind his mask. "I hope so. We wish for the same thing, but our ways are different. Perhaps, if we can change his perspective, we could change the world together."

He watched as Accelerator continued his work, unperturbed by the chaos he had caused. Kagetane admired his strength and determination, qualities he valued above all else. The prospect of joining forces with Accelerator, of combining their efforts to reshape the world, was a tantalizing one.

"We shall see, Kohina," he said, a smile in his voice. "We shall see."

As night fell, the city of Tokyo Area seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move in this unfolding drama. Accelerator's actions had set off a chain reaction, and the ripples were being felt far and wide. Miori Shiba was busy covering her tracks, walking the fine line between profit and peril, while Kagetane Hiruko watched with bated breath, eager to see if their paths would cross.

Accelerator, unaware of the eyes on him, remained focused on his goal. He had a mission to complete, and he would see it through, no matter the cost. The children relied on him, and he would not let them down. The school and sanctuary he was building were symbols of hope, a promise of a better future.

But as the events of the day showed, the path to that future was fraught with danger and opposition. The protesters, the authorities, and now even other powerful figures in the shadows were all part of the complex web Accelerator found himself entangled in.

And so, as the city of Tokyo Area slept, a new day loomed on the horizon, filled with promise and peril. 

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