Footwork

(I would just like to mention how much it annoys me to see some authors just spam 15,000 words out instead of just putting in the effort normally. Maybe it's just because I find it easy to pump out a lot, but am only limited because of my hardware? Idk. All I can say is for the number of people on webnovel who claim themselves the 'God of Lewds' or 'God of Lemons' or 'God of R-18.'. They're not that good? They either try way too hard and leave nothing to their own imagination to spice it up or try too little. But I digress, I'm Just Another Writer. -Shrugs-. )

(Like, I understand how people like Patreon, and some overuse it. But for me someone paying me, it's more motivation to just do more? I don't know, maybe I'm the weird one.)

After discovering this 'King' group that wasn't too big he did some research into the group, apparently, they were once a pretty big group, but a 'War' happened and all the top dogs ended up dying, the ones who were in 'Charge' of it now was some small-time goons, easy to take over if he played it smart, first? He was going to sleep.

That he did, once he got comfortable into the futon he muttered a bit, might take some time to get used to using one but it was comfortable so after some final wondering thoughts he passed out.

Once he woke up he cleaned up the bed and took a shower, simply willing his clothes to 'Go away' which was a weird feeling, he wondered if he had to clean them, but after sniffing at them a bit he realized they smelt good despite how much he sweat just the night before, his 'Quirk' automatically cleaned the clothes? This quirk can't be just one quirk, or is it so 'basic' there is a lot he could do with it?

For now, he just left it alone, he needed to focus on his personal strength with his body and such. His quirk could wait to be strengthened for when he got physically to where he was in his last life, or further.

Once he got himself in another simple shorts and tank top he checked himself out. There wasn't a lot of progress outwards, but he felt a lot better than yesterday.

With a visit downstairs after locking up his place, he waved to Barry who gave him a nod back, Barry simply glad that Oliver seemed to be a quiet type.

Jogging himself across the street once more he spent another few hours at the gym. He left himself enough energy for a fight, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to fight quirk juiced people, if he was smart he could easily take out anyone unaware as long as they didn't see or hear him.

After he finished he jogged off following the map in his head to get to a pawnshop, buying a good flip knife, easy to conceal, sturdy enough to take a slight beating, sharpened to kill. Buying a knife sharpener along with it he then headed to where the 'Kings' did a lot of their business from their little basement.

He changed his clothing when he ducked away from a camera, despite it being modern, it seemed security footage wasn't that far ahead as it was in his time, though granted, despite how good phones could take pictures, most street cameras had barely twenty pixels.

He was dressed in a simple pair of sweats, black, and a white tank top, wearing a casual fit. He kept his hands in his pockets, with his quirk it took him no more than moments to change his clothing, so he didn't need to worry about walking around Is suspicious clothing, he could just do casual wear and do his scouting and change if needed.

As he watched around the area, he was looking for people who had the 'Symbol' associated with Kings, it was just a Crown that, Oliver had to admit look pretty good. A realistic skull along with a crown sitting on the head, some had some color in it, others didn't. It was either usually a patch on their clothing or a tattoo.

He followed those with the logo with ease, being most of them were small-time thugs, it was easy to follow them. He kept a mental note of their appearance, what they did, how they acted, and other small details about them. Once he would get home later he would write down all he saw and all they did, keep tabs on them slowly.

He would also need to eventually find someone or a group that could do this kind of information gathering for him, but at the same time, he would need to find a place he could train or someone he could train under. He knew he wasn't the best, and he needed those under him to be the best.

Information was half the game after all. Once it started to get dark he was able to follow more closely, using the darkness of the night and lack of street lights in the area to be able to pick up on some conversations.

The fact he got nothing important from most conversations, just the usual bullying of thugs to someone caught in the night, or them always talking about 'The good old days.' annoyed him. But he continued to follow them until they made their way to a small bar.

Once he found this he stayed a bit before he noticed small logos of theirs around the area, he assumed that was because this was their location and their territory. Once he finds that out he began to examine the area in detail, getting to know what was around, the first thing he needed to do if he planned to take over was to make sure the area was a location he was okay with, with enough possible businesses in the area to work on to give a 'Legal' income of money. Seeing it was in an actual pretty good location he had to rule it off on either luck or that the top dogs had known what they were doing. Once he got all this information, he headed back home so he could write it all down while it was fresh.

Once he was back and leaning over the table he began to scribble down a description of the people he saw with the logo, as well as their habits through the day, what he assumed their quirk might be along with evidence and information of their involvement and how deep their involvement is.

Along with things such as their numbers and how often he sees the same people.