The Big Three

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Edit: I've started getting into football more recently, and may plan a football fic later on in the future(not a blue lock one, though it may incorporate some aspects of the manga from it).

One question I'm unsure of is if the MC should have a system or not? What do you guys think? Should the mc have a system, and if so what should the system do in particular?

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(Tomura pov)

"Tch, Hero Killer Stain was captured. It's a shame, I wanted him to be a part of our team. He would have been a good assassin." Tomura scowled as he watched the news report of Stain being brought in by the police.

Again, it was the same hero that thwarted him at the USJ…Akira. It seemed at every point of action and every idea Tomura had was known by Akira, as if he knew beforehand and was working to stop him.

All Might's successor, that's what they were calling him. He hated it. He despised All Might with a passion, and in return he despised Akira due to his actions and how he was perceived.

Tomura had known that the master's arch nemesis was All Might. If Akira was All Might's successor, then he was Master's successor, so they were fated to fight to the death just like their predecessors had done so.

He needed to let out all the rage he had pent up. "Master, how many Nomu do you have right now?"

"Hm?" There was an audible sound from the monitor, "Around 4, maybe 5. Why?"

"I want a few of them. I want to destroy Hosu. Remind everyone what it means to be a villain and kill some people. I want to see them dead." He said with contempt.

"Are you stupid?" A quiet voice said, "You want to waste Nomu just because you're angry?"

"What!?" Tomura turned to face the green hairedchild. He held out his hand as a threat, knowing Midoriya knew full and well what his quirk did.

Midoriya huffed, "Didn't you hear me? Or are you deaf? I asked if you were stupid, answer the question." Despite Tomura's threat, he didn't seem any less motivated to say what he was thinking.

Tomura's eyes widened with rage, his hands twitching. He started sprinting towards Midoriya, he would kill him!

Midoriya stood still, but Tomura didn't care. Whatever he had up his sleeve, Tomura would disintegrate it along with his entire existence.

"Tomura!" The strong voice of Master stopped him in his tracks, "You have the right spirit with what you want, but think carefully, Midoriya is right. We have no reason to attack Hosu with the Nomu and lose them in exchange for a few thousand civilian losses. Wouldn't you rather save them up for a rainy day, release them when the time calls for it and you can deal heavy damage to the hero's?"

Tomura was slowly nodding along, agreeing with his Master.

"Good. You did have the right idea in wanting to recruit Stain. We are a very small team, we need more people if we must achieve our goals. Would you like me to start looking into people we could possibly recruit?"

"Yes Master," Tomura nodded, "But at least let me meet them before I add them to the party. They need to fit my requirements."

"And me." Midoriya chimed in.

"Very well my students…don't worry, the heroes will soon get what they deserve, be patient…"

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(Akira pov)

All Akira saw was a flash of blue to alert him to the danger. He found his body unable to move as it moved closer to him. Was this how he was going to die? Unable to do anything? What was all of this training for?

Aizawa didn't teach him how to handle a blue haired girl by the name of Nejire.

"Hey, with your quirk can you do things with your privates? Come to think of it, what is your quirk? When did you get your quirk actually? Wait, tell me your parents quirks and maybe I can guess your quirk? Actually, do you even have parents?"

Akira's brain felt like it was overloading. What the fuck. Akira looked at Nejire, her face was bursting with excitement, and the smile on her face looked as if would never fade. It was scary.

"What's her full name?" Akira turned his attention to Mirio.

"Ah, it's Nejire Hado." Mrio rubbed his head embarrassedly. "Sorry about her, it's not too often you get to see the famous hero Akira."

"Still…her reaction is a bit…over the top." Akira pointed out.

"Nejire Hado shall stop speaking." Akira said as quietly and quickly as he could. The effect was immediate, and the loud voice of Nejire was immediately gone. Akira sighed in relief, silence finally.

Nejire pouted at him, her cheeks puffed. It was kind of cute. Akira smiled victoriously.

He turned to Mirio and Amajiki who stood behind Mirio with his head down, "Peace at last. If you guys have any questions, I would be happy to answer them."

Nejire's face turned red and she began resorting to violence, waving her small hands and hitting the side of Akira's arm. Akira continued to act as if she didn't exist. He scratched his arm, "Huh, must have been a bug."

"You might wanna cancel whatever you did to her, she will start breaking stuff in a minute." Amajiki spoke for the first time.

"Yeah, Nejire is very…energetic. She is like a big ball of energy, she can't really sit still." Mirio pointed out.

"Oh really?" Akira grinned. He felt the sudden urge to tease the girl even more. "Nejire shall sit still" He said, and Nejire's body forcibly sat into one of the chairs and remained unmoving.

"Looks like I have prevailed against my mightiest foe." He laughed, but decided it was enough as he cancelled the <Orders> on Nejire who's face scrunched up.

"No fair!" She pouted, "I have more questions than ones I started with. Your quirk really is a mystery."

"Agreed. I mean Seriously, How'd you do that?" Mirio questioned, "I've saw your footage online. It's like with every fight you have the perfect power to counter your opponent. It's almost as if you have multiple quirks."

"Who knows?" Akira twirled a stray blue strand of hair with his finger. He held out the finger, and small yellow shockwave rings emitted from it. "Maybe I have your quirk? Surge, is it called?"

Akira's hand then transformed, his skin turning white with black spots adorning his skin, "Or maybe I have yours Amajiki? That beef before sure was nice."

"Or maybe I have yours Mirio. Permeation it's called, a very strong quirk which would take years use. I must say, it didn't take me years, but it was hard to use." Akira's body suddenly shifted, his legs swinging in the air. He would have directly kicked a table if not for the fact that his leg phased through the wooden object.

The trio of three were all left with shocked faces and mouths wide agape.

"Oh yeah, I don't think I properly introduced myself. My name is Akira, the future number one hero. It's nice to meet you all, let's get along."