Chapter 30: Humarise on TV

Hearing this, Flect Turn has a sour expression on his face. Anyone would see the layer of complex negative emotions that he was feeling because of Sol's monologue.

"You… You people who have been plagued by an illness, think that you are superior to me? My love for humanity… as long as it stands, I would not falter. Even if you manage to defeat my people, my organization, everyone. You would not defeat me." Flect Turn said and raises his arms. The device on his back moves along with it but something made him confused.

"Oops. Look like your weapons have been taken over. You have nothing here, but yourself, your quirk… and your sorry self of a brain." Sol said as the specialized guns weirdly moved around, showing that someone else is in control.

He starts to walk to Flect Turn but was surprised that he wasn't giving up. The latter starts levitating and immediately flew to punch Sol's smug face. The surge of energy resulted in a burst of power, capable of shaking the whole mansion.

"Take this decade of years worth of my curse!" Flect Turn screams as he releases all the stored-up force. Just as he was about to hit Sol, he felt that something is wrong. That was because even after seeing him charge and initiate his attack, he was still smiling, and his subordinates aren't even panicking.

All of this was thought in mere milliseconds.

*Boom!* The punch connected and a cloud of dust was created. The floors, walls, and ceiling were cracking. A shock equivalent to a magnitude 7 earthquake, just as a collateral effect from the punch.

But inside the dust, Flect Turn froze and even a gulp of saliva was hard to swallow. Why? Because he didn't feel like he did anything. He hit something, but it felt like it didn't move a bit. He was like a normal person hitting the hardest wall known to mankind. He starts to sweat even more when he sees glowing stuff light up in the thick dust.

The dust slowly settles which reveals Sol, with a blue fist on his nose. The floor below him was cracked, but there was no sign of injuries on him. He even wipes away the dust on his long black and maroon suit and coat with his gloved hands.

Seeing this, Flect Turn slowly recovers as he tries to push his fist to complete his punch… but it didn't budge. He pulls his fist back as he puts the power, albeit lesser, on his fists again. On contrary to before, he now saw the full events. But it was all the same.

His powerful punch hits the annoying guy. It also did connect, but it didn't do anything. In turn, Sol looks at him, but with no smile this time.

"Are you finished?" His question and stare almost gave a heart attack to Flect Turn who felt his knees get weaker. "I know you don't like being touched, but…"

Sol said as he quickly took the latter's arm with his left hand. Pulling it, he was able to grab his neck with little to no effort. Flect turn feels the strong gripping force start to crush his neck but he can't do anything. He tried punching, pulling, or kicking Sol on his arm or stomach, but it didn't stop. As he felt his consciousness start to fade away, he only has one question for himself and one for his enemy.

'How can he touch me and not be reflected?' "W-Why?" He asks why struggling.

"If you aren't that far gone, I could've made use of your sorry excuse of a life. But still, you're doomed the moment you crossed my people. The moment you used one of my people as a lab rat to your oh-so-revolutionary cure." Sol simply said as he increases the strength of his grip.

Seconds later, his struggling stopped, and his hands gave in to gravity. Sol looks at the unconscious man's eyes and his smile starts to return.

"Clean this bastard up and send the corpse of these hopeless bastards to you know where. All'eclissi del nuovo mondo." By this time, Guts who was covered in blood in his face and limbs entered the wide room. The others didn't question anymore and simply replies.

""""""All'eclissi del nuovo mondo.""""""

…

Araki and Hound Dog land at Tokyo International Airport holding their baggage. There, they see the breaking news on television.

"Just on time! Dead bodies of Humarise members mysteriously appeared in front of the Hero Association. According to the police, Humarise is a terrorist organization seeking to rid the world of quirks because of the conspiracy called, Doomsday Quirk Theory proposed years ago by a scientist…"

Hound Dog looks at Araki after hearing the news and thought for a moment.

"You have qualifications for Quirk Science, right? What do you think about that theory?" The professor can't help but ask.

"Teacher, I think it has some parts of it correct. Like how eventually, kids of the future will get a quirk too strong for their bodies to handle or even control. However, that's only true for the top percent of the population.

Common folk would have a normal quirk, subpar, or outright useless. So for them, the closest they can get to the top population affected by the theory is due to their significant partner's DNA. By then, the average human would've adapted from the stronger quirks." Araki explains it as simply as possible while walking. Eventually, they reached the exit and a car was waiting for them.

"Sir, thank you for accompanying me overseas. I'll pass my report tomorrow to the Principal and try my best to digest your and everyone's teachings." Araki bows and then walks to the next car, which looked more luxurious compared to Hound Dog's.

Inside, he was contemplating Nezu's advice to him before giving him the job. 'Araki is a kid respectful of hierarchy… As long as you give him the respect he thinks he deserves, you won't have a problem with him. So no matter what, remember that. It would make your life of dealing with him a lot easier.' Nezu advices to him.

'That's a damn yakuza for you! Who would've thought that a teacher has to adjust for his student?' Hound Dog answers, blowing the breath out of his nose.

'Don't worry… just don't raise your voice at him, okay? You wouldn't want him challenging your authority like he does to me. After all, he knows how much I test and distrust him.' Nezu replies.

Hound Dog thought that past events to himself as he wrote all his observations in a note. As a supervisor, he wasn't just there to keep the kid out of trouble but to grade him as well. And luckily, Araki did well. Aside from the fact that he seemed friends and buddy-buddy with the officers of the hero agency, there were no other red flags.

The kid was diligent, punctual, organized, and a good listener. He was also competent, too much even, and talented. He was like an over-achiever Jack-of-all trades, someone above average on anything.

"At least I get to have a vacation for a week." He said to himself.