Chapter 10 Why not be a vigilante?

A few days have passed since the combat class and everything has been normal, except for one small thing.

--That old man... I cut expenses.

As an orphan sponsored by hero no. 2, the old Endeavor or rather his agency sends me a transfer with the money for the month, added to my commission for being Shoto's punching bag, although the latter is reversed.

--He must still be upset about Fuyumi... whatever~!

Since you cut my money and the school limits options for part-time jobs, it's time to apply the "V" plan, with "V" for "Vigilantes".

As they appeared in the spin-off manga, the vigilantes are a relative eventuality in the city, sometimes they appear once or twice a year or are only active for a short period of time but in that space they do annoy everyone so much. heroes as villains. The vigilantes as such are illegal heroes, avengers and outlaw vigilantes, they make the legal heroes and the police look bad when they catch the bad guys and leave them tied up in a bow in front of the police stations, for my part I like them and that's why~

--Since I can't get a part-time job~ I'll be a part-time watchman~

I can't wear my hero outfit for law enforcement but that doesn't mean I can't go out and beat up bad guys in my street clothes.

***

After several years of studying and analyzing the combat styles of multiple heroes with Flow Perception I learned one thing.

--Flying is overrated~!

In an urban environment, while flying is great for making epic entrances or fighting giant monsters, when it comes to a ground fight or chasing criminals inside this concrete jungle, flying sucks, luckily I studied hard and refined my own Parkour style, the art of moving around the environment born in France, I don't know what third generation thief popularized it but ladies and gentlemen, it's the best for chasing bad guys and escaping from the police.

Wearing a pair of black leather pants, combat boots, combat gloves, and a black non-marking hoodie, I covered my face in a pretty cool skull mask, ran across rooftops and poles, jumping and bouncing from one place to another. relying only on my physical and perception capacity, leaving ice aside and being just one more martial artist in the world.

--Where are~ the bad guys~?

Hanging upside down and supporting myself with only my legs entwined around the neck of a gargoyle, I idly watched the night rush of the streets, the lights of the cars and the twinkling of the buildings, revealed against the dim light of the moon and the stars, the cold and damp spring wind was refreshing but… none of that mattered.

***

--AID!

--Lottery~!

After I stopped hanging like the gothic bat, I wandered through the alleyways finally found a criminal, needless to say, I rushed to his aid.

***

The scene was the usual, three thugs with fifth grade Quirks assaulting a young woman who looked like an office worker? She has a lot of makeup and is too dressed up to be a normal office worker but, I'll worry about that later.

--Silly A, B and C, you should treat the ladies better~

I fell from one of the fire escapes about 5 meters from the group of fools, still hiding in the shadows, showing only a faint silhouette.

--Look big brother, a hero~

--Yeah little brother, a hero~ but he doesn't look familiar to me~

--Let's just kill them and rape this girl~

Tone C I talk to Fool A while Fool B sentenced me to death as well as he revealed his hobbies to me, they are not only thieves but they are also rapists. Ready, say no more these fools I will not hand them over to the police. I stepped out of the darkness and charged at all three.

--You know~ there's one thing I don't forgive~

I planted a solid kick to the neck of Fool C who could barely blink before going down with a broken neck.

--YOUNGER BROTHER!

--MOTHERFUCKER!

The two remaining fools roared and activated their fifth rate Quirks, one changed his body into something like rocks while the other pulled out two blades from his hands, they are the cheap and pathetic versions of Wolverine and handsome Ben. I'm not in the mood for this.

--And they are the rapists~ just die and that's it~

Dodge the telegraphed attack with fool B's blades and fool A's fist, applying a bit of judo and fight, grab the arm of Fool B and dislocate it by redirecting his force and with the same movement stab him in the neck with his own blades .

--YOU, YOUR MONSTER!

--Oi~ rapist-chan~ the only monster is you~ I'm just the hunter~

Fool A roared and cursed as he charged at me, unfortunately the jerk slipped on the bloody floor and fell face down, if I miss the chance, I dug my heel deep into the back of his skull. While it didn't break like a watermelon, the unmistakable feeling of rupture and internal damage carried through my foot, the last fool fell silent.

I looked at the three corpses around me and a small smile spread on my face under the mask.

--HIIIIII! Do not hurt me! Stay away!

The office worker screamed as she trembled like a jelly, it was a woman of about thirty years old, quite pretty the fact that she is sitting on a puddle of yellow fluid, does not detract from her charm but let's ignore that for now.

--Oi~ I'm the good one here~ Although saying that after killing three isn't very reliable, don't you think?

Keeping an eye on the woman, loot the bodies of the fools, yes ladies and gentlemen, just like in RPG games Loot the loot!

--Are you really a hero?

The office worker asked me when she saw me going through the pockets and taking out the wallets and phones from the corpses.

--I'm a vigilante~ Onee-san...the plan was to knock them out, steal their money, and drop them off at the nearest police station with a cute sign saying "We are thieves."

I showed the already prepared sheet that I kept in my pocket.

--But~ since they are rapists~ that's another story~

--I see... you're not really that bad...

--Thanks for that… well, it's done~ Do you need help Onee-san?

I looked at the Office Girl who was still struggling to regain feeling in her legs.

--A bit…

--Well, consider it a special service...

Take fool C's jacket since it's the only one not stained with blood and hand it over to the office worker to cover herself before loading it into a princess bag.

--Okay, I'll drop you off at the nearest station or park~

--Actually...I live nearby...if it's not too much...annoyance...

--Understood, you tell me~

It was a little tricky climbing the wall without falling while carrying someone in my arms and even more so without blatantly using ice, luckily I was able to model some discreet but sharp spikes of extra dense ice on my boots to help me out, in the end we had quite a fun walk to both.

***

Thanks for bringing me...

--It's a special service~

The Office Girl-onee-san lived in a building just two blocks from where she was almost robbed, a nice apartment by the way, leaving her on the balcony I started to leave her but some words made me stop for a moment.

--What is your name?

--That's a good question. What's my name?

I laughed a little at the sudden question from the slightly blushing office worker, I won't deny that a part of me wants to throw it down and take advantage of the suspension bridge effect but since I'm still a gentleman, I hold back.

--As my first satisfied customer~ Give me a name~ Onee-san~

At my honeyed voice the young woman blushed heavily and took a step back, heck why do all the single women in the anime world have such cute reactions, or am I just horny?

--A name…

Office worker-onee-san completely oblivious to the mental struggle between the "Do it" and "Don't do it" factions inside my head, she gave her answer.

--"Night Skull"?

--Night Skull…Night Skull? Sounds good! Thank you and I hope we don't run into each other!

I jumped off the ledge and ran quickly leaving the place, I continued my round without a problem a pickpocket that I hit and stole his wallet, as well as helping a guy to change the tire of his car on the highway, poor guy did not know how to use the cat.

***

The next day.

--The Three corpses were located in one of the alleys of the city, the identities of the subjects coincided with those of a wanted criminal gang...***

I turned off the TV and turned my attention to my phone where a website already had a darker and bloodier version of the events.

--It seems that Clerk-onee-san was actually a journalist.

The blog belonged to an independent journalist and it described my actions in great detail, there was also a huge part of social criticism of the values and gray spaces of this society of super humans, apparently they are taking me as a Para-Stein... How do I care? The comments are quite varied, some support me, others criticize me, some want me imprisoned and others dead.

--Hahahaha~ I just saved one Onee-san yesterday and I already have a toxic Fandom~

There is no photo of me on the page but there is a spoken portrait of me and I must say, the mask makes the hero.