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__________ POV Beru__________

I looked on as he chose a few more kids. Eventually, reaching Souma.

"And what's this little man's quirk?" He tried to sound friendly, but all he ever asked about was quirks. He didn't show any interest in anything else.

"His quirk is a decently powerful regeneration factor. It wasn't extensively tested, but the doctors said it's affected by his stamina."

The old lady managing the orphanage wasn't hesitating at all when telling this man everything about the quirks of the kids.

"Hmmm, I will adopt this one too." He said with an obviously fake smile. This man isn't a good actor at all.

This almost feels like an auction... One that I am also on display for. And if this man is looking for quirks, for whatever reason, he will likely choose me too.

Or not... He just passed by me after one glance, I guess he isn't all that interested in mutant quirks. But, Souma, the little kid put his foot down.

"Hey! If I am going Beru is coming too!" Good job, being involved in this might not make me feel good.

I wouldn't feel well letting some kids go into such a sketchy van. Especially since I took a bit of a liking to this Souma brat.

The man tracked back to Souma. Looked down at him, not the way an adult looks down at children though. He didn't crouch down to get eye level with him. He just coldly stared at the kid.

I swear to god if he raises his hand I will cut his d**k off and make him eat it.

"Is Beru the bu- child beside you?" He was definitely about to say Bug, and I was definitely about to gouge his eyes out.

"Yes! He's my friend!" The man had a cold look in his eyes. But Souma and the rest of the children were too caught up in this situation to notice such things.

Although I could see my little friend getting a bit uncomfortable. As I said, this man doesn't seem to know how to talk to children. He's probably just a recruiter of sorts.

Is child slavery a thing in this country? I guess I'm about to find out.

"Good. Then I'll be taking him as well." He said whilst looking at the old manager. She just looked a bit at him and nodded.

I guess it doesn't matter much, the media has already lost interest in my story a few months back. The public has all but forgotten me.

The police aren't really surveilling me either. They only did so for a few months anyway. Probably to keep up appearances.

He kept going on to the next few kids, adopting a few more with a variety of quirks. In total, he adopted 7 children. Well, 8 with me, but I'd hesitate to call myself a child.

We were all ushered to his car, as he told us to get into the back.

Most of the children were too caught up in the excitement of getting adopted to feel strange about being cramped up in a black van.

We were taken to a warehouse in the southern part of the city. I made sure to watch for its location.

He opened the door and just said. "Get out." We all listened to him. Halfway through the silent ride some of the children started realising that this was a bit strange.

Some started feeling scared. "M-mister? C-Can I go back, please? I-I don't want-" She stopped speaking when he glared at her.

Seriously. He's looking at a kid like I was looking at people I killed back in the day. This is nuts.

"Get inside." He said, completely ignoring the shivering little girl.

I simply patted her back, she was startled by it. But she managed to hold the tears and just whispered a small 'thank you'.

I would've killed this brute right here, but I don't want to do something of the sort in front of children. Although... If things go south. I'll just tell them to close their eyes.

We all entered, listening to the person that 'adopted' us. There were two more people inside. One was tall, skinny, with long red hair.

He was wearing traditional clothing, on his waist was a sheathed katana. Yep, this is Japan alright.

Whilst the other was fat and bald. Looking like a hairless pig. He was constantly stuffing his face. Almost as if his life depended on it.

"Did you pick the right ones?" The red-haired one asked. But then he looked at me. "I guess not."

"A kid thought he could order me to adopt someone else. I just took this one to set an example with him." Oh... Good... This makes things so much easier...

All of the children were scared at this point. And in some way, I guess we were all shivering. After all... It's been a long time since I had a good fight.

"Ha! So cruel! What will the boss say?" Said the pig, who was currently snacking on some chips. He was clearly finding this amusing. I can't wait to make him choke on my claws.

"Well, he never said I couldn't pick more kids. He just told us to bring him the right ones."

I could let their moronic conversation continue. As much as I'd like to hear more about their boss, I really don't want the kids to be scarred for life.

"Now then..." He turned around and looked directly at Souma, who was shivering in fear, clutching my arm like it was his only lifeline.

The man started approaching us as he spoke.

"I should teach you brats... What your places are right n-"

"CloSe~YouR~EyeS!" I screeched out, the children surprisingly listened to me. Maybe they noticed that I was the only one unaffected by this, and decided to listen to me.

Before the man could even look angry, his head flew off, as I appeared above him, my wings flapping violently as my claws were covered in his blood.

A surprise attack won't work twice. But that's one opponent taken care of.

Now... On to the other two.

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