Chapter 9: A Non-Hero Job(2)

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At night, powerful gusts of wind, roared through Tokyo, as powerful hail fell from the sky, indenting nearby car hoods and shattering windows. The rain was so powerful, that it made seeing anything other than your hands near impossible, anyone would hate this type of weather except someone who would benefit from it extremely. 

A cloaked figure hidden by the intense weather, stood motionlessly as his cloak flapped wildly in the gusts, the figure's face was hidden by a small black cloth. He stared at a nearby skyscraper a road across him. This figure was, of course, Ricolo. 

He kept staring at the building until something vibrated in his pocket, making him look down to his waist before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The gift Lori, had given Ricolo was this very phone. Ricolo read a text message, before he slid the phone in his pocket, and focused back on the skyscraper in front of him. 

He took a few steps, before stepping on the slippery edge of the roof. Ricolo took a final deep breath, before he leaned foward, jumping off the roof. His body fell alongside the hail, while he stared at a glass window, the skyscraper was hundreds of stories tall, and the person Ricolo had to kill was on floor 53. 

Ricolo fell towards this window until he crossed his arms and slammed through the window, rolling on the floor while glass flew out wildly, Ricolo instantly snapped his head foward, glancing around the room, but... it was empty, being filled with spare desks. Ricolo let out a loud scoff before he murmured to himself annoyed.

" I fell one short, didn't I? " Ricolo quickly stood up and walked on the fragments of shattered glass, making a cracking noise ripple through the barren room. Ricolo looked up at the ceiling before he headed towards a door, that led into a stairwell. Just like Ricolo thought, he had accidentally fallen to the 52 floor.

He quickly sprinted up the stairwell, skipping several stairs, before he reached a door with 53 written on the wall, with bright yellow numbers. Ricolo slowly pushed on the door, quietly creaking it open, Ricolo peaked through the crack in the door and saw a room covered in papers with a single large desk, in front of a window. 

A woman wearing a black suit could be seen sitting on a cushioned black chair with sweat pouring down her face, she had ginger hair with freckles covering her nose. She was the only one in the room, seeing this, Ricolo entered the room, to the woman's freight, slowly closing the door behind him. 

The woman glared at Ricolo before she stood up and yelled out in a panic.  " I knew it, when I heard that loud bang on the lower floor, I knew someone had sent an assassin to kill me. S-So who ordered you to do this?!-" 

" I don't know, I'm just here to get paid. Don't think too much about, it. But if you want your death to be painless, you can do me a favor. " Said Ricolo in a muffled voice, as soon as the woman heard this, she shot her palm foward at Ricolo, but to her surprise, when she looked through the gaps in her fingers, Ricolo was gone. 

Before the woman could react, sharp pain rippled through her body, and her right wrist twisted nearly instantly, breaking. The woman stumbled back crying in agony before she felt something on her right shoulder, she slowly glanced to her right, seeing Ricolo leaning on her shoulder with his elbow.

" Can you write a suicide letter for me? I don't want to spend time, looking through the papers on the floor to be able to copy your handwriting. " The woman quickly gritted her teeth and threw a backhand at Ricolo who easily leaned back dodging the attack, her missed attack slammed into the window causing it, to crack.

Ricolo glanced at the window slightly impressed by the woman's power, before he smirked under his mask, and the woman's wrist twisted again, causing a cruel crunching noise, to ripple out. The woman dropped to one knee, staring at her mangled wrist in shock, before a powerful kick slammed into the back of her head, making her jaw slam into the floor. 

The woman lay there in agony, the force of her jaw hitting the floor caused the majority of her teeth to crack. Blood leaked out the woman's mouth, before she looked up at Ricolo with a look of defeat covering her face. Ricolo stared at her face before he spoke. 

" Don't look too sad, at least you put up a fight, most politicians I kill, give up without trying. If I let you use your quirk maybe you would have had a chance, but this is goodbye "...

Eight hours later. 

The shocking news of a famous politician committing suicide by jumping out a destroyed window on the 52 floor, shocked all of Tokyo. Like most suicides, an investigation was launched to determine the true cause of death. But with no evidence, of a struggle and the suicide note written, the heroes fully believed that the woman's death was a suicide. 

But still, the majority of the public didn't believe that the woman's death was a suicide, especially since the woman had a loving family and was winning in a political race. This topic was furiously talked about throughout all of Japan, including the U.A. 

Inside classroom 1-A chatter of the suicide rippled through the class, as Ricolo slept in the back of the class until the door leading into the classroom opened and Eraser Head walked into the room ready to call the roll. Eraser Head looked at the students before he shook his head looking at Ricolo. 

Eraser Head stood in front of the podium, before he grabbed onto the sides of it, and spoke in a tired voice. " Welcome to the second day of U.A. Congratulations, I figured most of you would give up by now. "

The class glanced around at each other confused, did Eraser Head really expect some of them to quit on the second day of school, or was he just joking, as the class continued to look at each other confused, Eraser Head spoke. 

" I'm sure that All Might briefed you all on the upcoming battle trail, even if you weren't listening. Like Ricolo who is sleeping, you would know the test starts tomorrow, so please get ready to design your hero costumes. "...