46 Chatper 42: The New Elements of The Adapting Faction

"Voila!" Atsuhiro exclaimed, as he gracefully produced a dazzling bouquet from his hands.

Then with a flourish, a pair of elegant doves emerged from within the vibrant bundle of blossoms, taking flight in a mesmerizing display.

"Whoa!"

"No way!"

*Clap*

For the last five minutes, Atsuhiro had been captivating the two guards with tricks used to amaze the children of the yakuza members at the compound.

Initially, his intention was merely to create a diversion before executing his mission.

However, as he witnessed the genuine appreciation and joy that lit up the guard's faces, Atsuhiro found himself entangled in his role as an entertainer with his intentions morphing into performing to the best of his abilities.

Meanwhile, Dabi, who had been instructed to wait for his cue, grew increasingly restless and impatient knowing that the clown before him was needlessly drawing this performance out.

"Now pick a card-"

*BAM*

In an instant, as Atsuhiro produced a deck of cards from his pocket, the tranquil scene shattered when Dabi exploded out of the nearby forest, his fist tightly clenched.

With unwavering speed and precision, he delivered a forceful blow, connecting his fist with the unsuspecting guard's face.

The guard, who had a bright smile on his face, suddenly cocked his head to the right as the skin around his cheek rippled at the sudden force that was Dabi's fist.

The eyes of the guard immediately rolled to the back of his head as his consciousness could no longer hold on, much like his footing, which showed when the body of the guard rocketed into the distance.

"BRO- '' The other guard painfully cried out, reaching for his weapon only to stop his sentence midway.

*BAM*

The other guard's fear-laden words were abruptly cut off as Dabi swiftly spun his body, his foot colliding with the man's face before he could utter another sound.

Landing on both his feet, Dabi gazed at the two guards who succumbed to an involuntary deep slumber, their consciousness enveloped by the overpowering impact of Dabi's brutal force, much to Atsuhiro's evident displeasure.

"Was such aggression truly necessary?" Atsuhiro questioned, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

However, Dabi simply scoffed, disregarding the inquiry, and proceeded to ignite his hands, flames dancing ominously.

With an immense concentration of vibrant blue flames now condensed within his palms, he abruptly clapped them together, harnessing the amassed energy.

*BOOOOOM*

The gate succumbed to the relentless onslaught of the fiery force, disintegrating under the intense heat that refused to relent.

Its once sturdy composition crumbled before the insatiable flames, as if yielding to their voracious appetite.

The gate's purpose in life was rendered utterly meaningless as a vast opening tore through its now feeble remains, allowing the radiant light to shine through in all its glory.

"Show off." Atsuhiro slightly scoffed, crossing his arms at Dabi's nonchalant behavior of an overwhelming display of power.

"Was that the signal?" One of the forty men brought by the two whispered to the others lying in wait.

"No, that wasn't the signal," Another man replied, prompting the thirty-nine others to nod in agreement before an overwhelming silence persisted amongst them.

Bathed in a sheen of perspiration, the forty men stood transfixed, their eyes refusing to believe the spectacle unfolding before them.

The scene before them defied the boundaries of human capability in their eyes, as these two figures seemed to embody powers that bordered on the divine.

It was as if they possessed a transcendent might, leaving the onlookers in awe of their seemingly godlike abilities.

This audacious attack on the stronghold's entrance didn't only draw the awe of the forty onlookers but the vigilance of the entire adapting faction, causing them to shift their focus towards the unexpected turn of events.

Sirens blared as the grunts in the nearby premises hastily positioned themselves at the front entrance, armed to the teeth, in an attempt to halt the sudden intruders.

However, even as the grunts prepared for confrontation, Dabi and Atsuhiro remained composed at the forefront, exchanging subtle jabs with each other while seemingly waiting for these men to get themselves set.

"You truly fail to grasp the essence of what I'm trying to achieve, this is why I don't like working with you." Atsuhiro hissed, while Dabi calmly slipped his hands into his pockets as his eyes rolled in the process.

"I guess a young whipper-snapper like me would never understand your intentions." Dabi lazily retorted, gazing at the growing crowd of the adapting faction that had gathered due to his deliberate disruption.

"I'm not even that old! I'm twenty-three!" Atsuhiro snapped in a hushed tone, obviously perturbed at having his age overly exaggerated.

Dabi wore a taunting smirk on the surface, provoking Atsuhiro, but beneath his facade, a maniacal laughter echoed within him.

After enduring countless relentless jabs and insufferable emo jokes from Atsuhiro, Dabi had finally discovered something that could unsettle his nerves, bringing him an unsettling sense of satisfaction.

"You seem quite worked up over a mere joke, don't you think?" Dabi teased, wanting to pry further under the skin while reveling in Atsuhiro's reaction.

"YOU LITTLE F*CKER-"

*Cough*

On the verge of crossing the threshold of impropriety, Atsuhiro swiftly composed himself, reining in his impulsiveness.

He took a moment to straighten his disheveled attire, meticulously smoothing out any creases or wrinkles.

"Your words don't bother me in the slightest; it's just that-" Atsuhiro tried to explain his abrupt actions in words he also didn't believe in only to be interrupted.

"INTRUDERS! YOU HAVE SET FOOT ON YAKUZA TERRITORY! SURRENDER OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!" A man brandishing an automatic rifle bellowed, while over fifty men trained their matching rifles onto the duo.

"Well, look who's here to join the party!" Atsuhiro shamelessly disregarded his earlier words, redirecting the conversation away from its original course and placing his attention onto this display of force causing Dabi to scoff.

However, as their gaze fell upon the simple grunts and their weapons, both Atsuhiro and Dabi suddenly froze.

"It seems like Shin wasn't exaggerating." Dabi whispered, side-eyeing Atsuhiro who briefly nodded in agreement.

They weren't scared, but rather astonished by the formidable firepower wielded by these seemingly ordinary grunts.

To fully comprehend their astonishment, it is important to delve into the framework of Japan's stringent gun laws.

Japan has long maintained a reputation for having some of the most rigorous firearm regulations in the world, making it exceedingly challenging for individuals in the criminal underworld to acquire firearms.

However, the intricacies of the matter extend beyond the mere existence of strict laws.

It is crucial to understand that the heightened scrutiny surrounding the issue of guns in Japan further complicates matters.

The nation takes immense pride in its proactive stance towards gun control, emphasizing the minimization of firearms.

This constant spotlight and vigilance significantly impede the operations of those involved in illicit activities, as the authorities and society at large closely monitor any potential breaches of the law.

So the fact that these individuals possessed advanced weaponry like automatic rifles in a country with strict gun regulations intrigued them.

The sight of the well-equipped foot soldiers within the adapting faction triggered a flurry of thoughts within both Dabi and Atsuhiro, leading them to ponder the extensive resources at the faction's disposal.

These musings gave rise to a series of questions, as they tried to comprehend how seemingly ordinary soldiers had access to such advanced and sophisticated weaponry.

However, as they delved deeper into their analyses, their initial estimations gradually transformed into grave underestimations, as they failed to grasp the true extent of the faction's capabilities.

Smiles coursed onto each of Dabi and Atsuhiro's faces as a singular primary thought appeared in each of their heads at this acknowledgement.

'I wonder how strong their quirk users are?' Dabi's bloodthirst started to seep from his being as his eyes craved the aspect of a battle of life or death.

'I have been led astray by my own hubris!' Atsuhiro lamented inwardly as a surge of possibilities corsed through Atsuhiro's mind, causing him to realize the extent of his own arrogance and the need to reassess his approach.

With a newfound determination, he began to meticulously rethink his planned performances, infusing them with a renewed vigor and careful consideration that had been lacking before.

"I believe a pause is warranted." Atsuhiro declared, gracefully tipping his hat in acknowledgement of his newfound realization, his voice a hushed whisper, as he conveyed his thoughts to Dabi who lightly nodded in understanding, acknowledging the significance of the moment.

"Pause." Dabi agreed, withdrawing both hands from his jacket as he unleashed his power, brilliant orbs of blue fire flickered to life, bathing the surroundings in an ethereal glow.

The sudden burst of radiant light caught the guards off guard, causing nearly half of them to instinctively blink in response to the blinding brilliance.

"FIRE!" The man who had previously assumed command shouted, his voice laden with urgency and authority.

Like many others, he instinctively closed his eyes in response to the blinding influx of light.

However, his training didn't lead him astray in this moment because with resolute determination, he released his authority through a single word, his finger firmly clasping the cold trigger, ready to unleash the force stored within the weapon he held.

The blue flames coursing in Dabi's hand, however, didn't extend towards the onslaught of bullets but suddenly encircled the two making for outside eyes to have to strain in order to gaze through which made for a perfect smokescreen for Atsuhiro.

Although ordered to showcase their strength, Dabi had no choice to block off the forty onlookers' sight since unlike Dabi who had the privilege of showing off his strength, Atsuhiro had been ordered for now to keep his strength under wraps which didn't bother him in fact it greatly exhilarated him since he could bring even more awe to his shows whenever he unveiled a new power.

But as Atsuhiro was compelled to limit the use of his quirks, Dabi perceived this confrontation as a catalyst that demanded his action.

In turn, he found himself in a delicate balance of both defying Shin's orders to some extent while still upholding them.

*Dink*

The rapid fire of bullets filled the air, but instead of the gruesome sound of them tearing through flesh, an eerie sound of metal collapsing in on themselves followed as the bullets seemingly crumbled mid-air, before gently descending to the ground.

The perpetrator of this phenomenon, Atsuhiro, found himself enclosed within a yellow barrier, nodding to himself as he inspected an automatic rifle commandeered from a nearby grunt while using his Larceny quirk.

While Atsuhiro was comfortably taking one automatic riles after another, Dabi was gazing at his side with a deadpan expression

Unlike Atushiro, the onslaught of bullets showed no mercy to Dabi, recklessly tearing through his clothes.

Yet, his flesh still remained unafflicted, seemingly impervious to the dire circumstances.

"Really?" Dabi questioned, unamused by Atsuhiro's nonchalant demeanor amidst the raining bullets while clearly ignoring his circumstances.

Atsuhiro responded with a feigned look of confusion, then snapped his fingers, demonstrating understanding.

*Snap*

"Oh, did you expect me to shield you as well?" Atsuhiro genuinely asked Dabi though the latter knew this was simply petty payback.

"Ungrateful." Dabi sighed in response, frustrated by Atsuhiro's lack of gratitude though decided not to pry further as to not seem desperate.

Meanwhile, the grunts around them were panicking as their automatic rifles were being stolen one by one, leaving them utterly defenseless.

"My automatic rifle!"

"Where did it go?"

"Why aren't our bullets working on that goth guy?"

"He already has a fire quirk, and now he's impervious to bullets too!" The leader gritted his teeth, reaching for his walkie-talkie, only to find it had vanished from his grasp.

"Unfortunately, that is breaching your role in our performance." Atsuhiro shook his head, aware of the leader's intentions while shaking the device in his hand before crushing it into tiny pieces.

Despite his love for grand entrances, having this grunt leader reveal another one of his quirks would be unwise for various reasons.

"You don't know who you're messing with-" The leader started to say, but Dabi interrupted with a sigh.

"Just stop,." Dabi said, cutting off the grunts' words knowing the exact garbage he was about to spew as both hands ignited after realizing that not a single automatic rifle lay in any of their embraces.

"Your threats will do nothing to change your death. So instead, die with what little dignity you have left." Dabi plainly stated, manipulating the flames in his hands to form a writhing mass of serpentine entities.

The leader wanted to argue but found himself drawn to the mesmerizing display of the swirling blue snake contructs Dabi was creating above his head.

The elegant artistry captivated him, momentarily overshadowing his desire to fight back while being fully encapsulated by the feeling that echoed from the marvelous creatures swirling around Dabi's being.

"What do we do, boss?" One of the grunts, whose interests differed from his leader's, nudged him, but his eyes remained fixated on the spectacle before him.

"Beautiful." The leader uttered, finally finding the words to describe the manifestation in front of him as his exhausted voice rang out and with it fifty snakes broke away from the whirlpool swirling above Dabi.

Some of the grunts seeing this encroaching death, attempted to escape through the ring of flames, but as soon as they crossed the barrier, they discovered the horrifying consequences.

The flames engulfed their bodies, causing excruciating pain, rendering them helpless as they could only scream in immense agony as their bodies slowly melted away before their eyes.

Those who were trapped within the confines of the ring could only bear witness to the harrowing sight of the snakes consuming their comrades whole while awaiting for their similar fate.

Though unlike those who tried to escape, these fortunate grunts were granted a swift demise since each snake sank its fangs into their heads, resulting in instant evaporation starting from the fatal point.

As the last of the grunts succumbed to the engulfing flames conjured by Dabi, the flaming barrier surrounding them dissipated, exposing the grim aftermath.

Fifty charred bodies lay scattered across the ground, a haunting testament to the destructive power unleashed.

Amidst the devastation stood Atsuhiro, remarkably unscathed, and Dabi, his clothes tattered, barely clinging to his form though each combined to show a nonchalant expression.

"What a weird guy." Dabi tilted his head, observing the leader who, moments ago, had been ordering their surrender but now embraced death instead of fighting.

"He exuded an aura of refined appreciation for art, even amidst his outwardly brutish demeanor, suggesting a deep understanding and admiration for its intrinsic value." Atsuhiro eloquently said, removing his hat as a sign of respect while applauding the demeanor of the fallen grunt leader.

Dabi raised an eyebrow but refrained from probing further because he knew that if he did, Atsuhiro would likely embark on a tedious tangent about the significance of art to everyone, even those beneath them.

*Snap*

With a brief snap of his fingers, Dabi's action dispelled any lingering traces of flames seemingly giving off a signal, prompting the forty men who had taken cover in the forest line to hastily reveal themselves.

"Sir!" The forty men exclaimed in unison as they lined up before the two figures, their salute displaying their discipline and respect.

Though their eyes averted the sight of the fallen victims beneath their feet, they made a concerted effort to maintain focus and avoid any lingering glances knowing their stomachs unable to handle the recourse of their actions.

"Take these." Atsuhiro politely offered, throwing marbles to each of the forty members while keeping the other ten for himself.

Their expressions varied after receiving the marbles, but confusion seemed to dominate the majority.

Many of them fumbled the catch, needing to kneel on the grass to pick up the marbles, while one of the majority who caught the blue marble stepped forward.

"Um, Mr. Compress?" The man called Hideya hesitantly spoke up.

"Yes?" Atsuhiro replied attentively though purposely drawed out the end of his word prompting Hideya to understand immediately.

"It's Hideya, sir."

"Very well, Hideya. How can I assist you?" Atsuhiro maintained a polite tone, helping to ease the surrounding members who were not originally part of their faction into thinking of his personality as understanding.

"Are you sure you don't need any assistance in infiltrating the base further?" Hideya asked, his gaze focusing on the ground once he realized that his words unknowingly questioned them.

In essence, the plan was for Atsuhiro and Dabi to advance deeper into the stronghold while the other members secured the newly acquired areas while proceeding further once another section was cleared by one of the two.

"Listen Hideya, the Doctor wouldn't have planned this if he didn't believe we could survive. But if you want to act as cannon fodder, be our guest and charge in first." Dabi interjected, scratching his ear while bluntly stating their uselessness.

Hideya glanced up, momentarily thinking he had misheard, but quickly redirected his gaze to the ground, feeling the pressure emanating from Dabi's eyes, contrary to his relaxed body posture.

"What Dabi said is true. If you all try to accompany us, the odds of your survival are about 1 in 7." Atsuhiro chuckled, shrugging his shoulders causing the new members to gulp, while the minority from the 13th division remained unfazed, disregarding any notions of death and firmly believing in their eventual healing.

"A-Alright, sir." Hideya stammered, attempting to steady his shaking body under Dabi's pressure.

Dabi continued to have his gaze linger on Hideya before walking away letting Hideya finally have a breath of fresh air.

"Well, thank you for your work! It's because of people like you that we can proceed like this!" Atsuhiro encouraged, following behind Dabi as they walked along the crumbling ground, while the blaring alarm echoed through the courtyard.

"I'll start now," Dabi announced, halting in the center of the courtyard, positioning himself perfectly.

"In that case, I'll tend to that area over there." Atsuhiro mused, rubbing his chin, before sauntering off in another direction.

"Try not to go senile in the meantime." Dabi quipped, side-eyeing Atsuhiro, who scoffed and twirled his cane.

"Try not to act like a Neanderthal who just discovered fire." Atsuhiro hissed, causing Dabi's eyebrow to twitch slightly.

Personnel began shuffling around the courtyard, but Dabi only withdrew his hands from his pockets along with a stream of blue flames that started swirling around him.

The intensity of the flames prevented bullets and trivial quirks from breaking through as Dabi clenched his hands, and in an instant, the flames exploded outward, casting shadows on the walls of nearby buildings, mimicking a nuclear blast.

The cries and screams faded as soon as they came, leaving behind only the ashen marks that served as remnants of the vanished individuals.

Dabi's mastery over his quirk was evident, but unlike his previous encounters where he deliberately spared the grunts to serve as a message to the Yakuza members, he saw no value in keeping these individuals alive.

These eviscerated grunts having only the significance of providing him with additional automatic rifles, which now lay scattered on the ground, slightly singed from the intense flames.

Surprisingly, he refrained from further action and nonchalantly returned his hands to his ripped trench coat pockets, patiently awaiting for something or someone.

"Do you have a death wish?"

A distinct voice resonated from a nearby stone wall as Dabi rubbed one of his ears thinking he heard the tone of that wall wrong.

Turning his gaze towards the voice, his eyes were immediately privy to a massive figure emerging from the wall.

Dabi's first distinction of this man before him was the man's imposing appearance, overshadowed only by his muscular frame.

*Whistle Noise*

"You're a big fella, aren't you?" Dabi whistled, observing the man's enormous size, yet still remained nonchalant.

The man stood tall, his broad shoulders emphasizing his muscular physique as golden armor adorned his body, accentuating his form, while a single golden helmet rested atop his head, completing the ensemble.

"Do you not understand what you've done?" The man inquired, intrigued by Dabi's lack of fear in his demeanor.

However, instead of responding, Dabi immediately bit his tongue upon finally registering the tone of the man's voice, realizing there was nothing wrong with his ears before.

*Cough*

He stifled his laughter to the best of his ability while masking it with a cough to compose himself.

"What's the matter?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, thinking Dabi was attempting to suppress his laughter though still gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"Nothing. By the way, aren't you the guy with the stone quirk?" Dabi pointed at the man.

"Yes, I am Pica, a member of the Yakuza—"

"Let me stop you there." Dabi interrupted with a serious expression, raising his hand and shaking his head disapprovingly.

"You are part of a splintered faction of the Yakuza called the Adapting Faction, not to be confused with the real Yakuza. So, let me say this: please surrender, or else I'll be forced to apprehend you." Dabi spoke with a detached and uninterested tone, clearly displaying his opposition to uttering such words.

"You are a peculiar individual. However, since you show no signs of surrender-"

*PFFFFT*

"I'm sorry, that was out of line. Please finish-"

*BAM*

A stone monolith erupted from the ground as suppressed laughter reached Pica's ears, triggering his sensitive nature.

The pillar forcefully pushed Dabi until he collided with a wall and crumpled against it as the wall collapsed on top of Dabi, enveloping him in silence as Pica took deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down.

"Hahahahaha!" A burst of laughter echoed through the rubble as Dabi emerged unscathed, his body devoid of any visible wounds.

Behind his hearty laughter, a battle-crazed smile revealed his true intent, a strong desire for combat.

"I'm glad you didn't surrender. In fact, deep down, I was hoping you wouldn't." Dabi remarked, running his hands through his hair to remove the lingering dust.

"Your abilities are no match for my quirk. Your flames will prove to be useless-"

"I know." Dabi interrupted, cracking his neck and brushing off the dust from his shoulders.

"Isn't it great?" Dabi's smile stretched across his face, showcasing a rare genuine expression of delight.

Initially believing Dabi was bluffing, Pica became wary upon closer inspection after realizing that his attack, which could cave in a man's chest, had left no visible bruise on Dabi's body.

"Who are you?" Pica squinted, implying that he should recognize Dabi.

"The fucking boogeyman," Dabi replied in a condesing tone.

"I have been holding back for so long, but to finally be able to let loose makes me feel so...… excited." Dabi spoke longingly, bursting out with blue flames as they slowly started to engulf the surroundings.

"Your arrogance will be the death of you." Pica warned, encasing himself in a stone body.

"We'll see about that, squeaky," Dabi retorted.

*Bang*

*Sigh

"So unimaginative," Atsuhiro muttered, shooting another member of the adapting faction who refused to surrender.

The grunt receiving the bullet slumped lifelessly to the ground, a clear hole in their skull as it showed Atsuhiro unamused expression.

"Bohahahahaha!" A distinct laughter resonated from a nearby hallway, grabbing Atsuhiro's attention.

Atsuhrio turned to the side of this boisterous laughter to have his eyes land on a curious figure at the end of the hallway, but what caught his eye the most was the man's unique appearance, his elongated four legs.

"So, you are my opponent-"

"Greetings! I am Mr. Compress, and today I shall entertain you on your last day on this unfair planet we all call earth." Mr. Compress interrupted, unfazed by the man's attempt to introduce himself.

"Bohahahahaha! You are an interesting person, Mr. Compress! I am Vander Decken, and soon I will be the husband of Shirahoshi Hassaikai and will finally become king of the underworld! I think." Vander proudly proclaimed, though added the last tidbit as if not knowing if his proclamation would come to fruition.

"Yes, of course-what?" Atsuhiro halted his words abruptly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

An invisible question mark seemed to materialize above his head, visually representing his perplexity.

Meanwhile outside the Adapting Faction compound,

Shin, observing the smoke slowly rising above the stronghold, nodded to himself while acknowledging Atsuhiro and Dabi's progress.

"Arashi, rally the Yakuza. We're going to attack soon." Shin swifty instructed Arashi, who bowed deeply before hurrying off to the awaiting troops.

As Shin gazed back at the stronghold and ran his hand through his hair, he felt relief knowing that this would soon be over.

"Finally, this tedious chain of events is almost over."

Meanwhile, in the bunker of the adapting faction stronghold, the elders calmly observed the events unfolding on a series of connected TVs, displaying footage from the numerous CCTV cameras littered along the compound.

"Troublesome." Daizen muttered, capturing the essence of the two illusory figures reflected in his eyes.

The other elders nodded in agreement, their attention fixated on the screens.

"HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME-" A sudden feminine cry echoed through the bunker before cutting off abruptly, causing displeasure to crease each of the elders' eyebrows.

"Daizen-" One of the elders was about to prone Daizen only to stop midway as a figure entered his sight.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, that really hits the spot." A carefree voice interrupted behind all of them, irritating the elders even more.

*Bam*

"Jinsei!" Daizen slammed his cane onto the ground in anger after gazing at the sight of his grandson.

Jinsei, stood with short white hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin. A stark contrast to the countless smears of blood on his body.

"What? How was I supposed to know she was a screamer?" Jinsei shrugged though a dastardly smile played on his lips, displaying no signs of remorse but rather hints of subtle pleasure.

"JINSEI!" Daizen angrily stood up, a vein bulging from his forehead.

However, Jinsei only chuckled at this intimidating front and waved his grandfather aside, taking a seat on a nearby white leather chair, the farthest one from Daizen.

Jinsei didn't hesitate to stain the expensive chair with the blood of the unfortunate woman, this action showcasing his subtle annoyance with his grandfather.

Daizen squinted, but Jinsei sighed, lazily nodding to indicate that his grandfather's death stares were unnecessary.

With a subtle gesture of his head, Daizen signaled for another elder to move, relieving him from sitting next to the blood-soaked Jinsei.

The elder complied eagerly, not wanting to be near Jinsei's disturbing presence.

As the elder Daizen settled next to Jinsei, the latter expressed his annoyance with another sigh.

*Sigh*

"Jinsei, after this attack is cleared up, we need to talk about your...….hobby." Daizen began, his voice which was laden with immense concern.

"No." Jinsei swiftly cut him off, refusing to entertain any further discussion.

"JIN-"

"Grandfather, I have always done what you asked of me." Jinsei interjected while boredly resting his head on his hand.

"Studying, successor training, combat-I have fulfilled all the requirements to secure my place as the future oyabun. But there is one thing you won't be able to control, my personal time. I ask you to respect it because it belongs to me, not you." Jinsei nonchalantly waved his hand in the air, seemingly swatting the upcoming lecture away as his eyes focused on the screen.

Daizen understood the underlying meaning behind Jinsei's words, his eyes filled with immense sadness at the prospect of them because in some shape of form, he was responsible for this development.

Jinsei's parents had passed away when he was nothing more than a mere newborn, victims of All For One's desire for their quirks, leaving Daizen's as his only blood relative in this cruel world.

The tragic loss of his beloved son and daughter-in-law plunged him into a profound sorrow, while simultaneously igniting an unyielding concern for the well-being and safety of his cherished grandson, Jinsei.

This deep-rooted concern gradually evolved into an obsessive, yet discreet fear of losing the sole remaining connection to his own bloodline.

It was in this desperate state of mind that Daizen ultimately recognized the only means of safeguarding Jinsei's life was concealing his existence from the world and orchestrating his upbringing abroad.

But a freak accident revealed another issue, the nature of Jinsei's quirk and the consequences once it awakened.

On Jinsei's fourth birthday, his quirk manifested, draining the life force from his nanny, whom he regarded as his mother as she had taken care of him in his deceased mothers stead.

Jinsei's quirk spiraled out of control forcing him to watch his beloved nanny's slow and agonizing death, while she cursed the young Jinsei as a monster until her final breath laid still.

This experience traumatized Jinsei deeply, but instead of providing comfort, Daizen ultimately distanced himself from the frightened child.

Even to this day, Daizen couldn't comprehend his behavior during that time, but he couldn't shake off the fear that engulfed him at that very moment as that feeling was only reminiscent of All For One.

Daizen couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but he had developed an unconscious fear of his own grandson, masking it by pushing Jinsei into rigorous training, under the guise of preparing him to be his successor.

In Jinsei's teenage years, Daizen witnessed the horrifying sight of his grandson taking pleasure in slowly killing a woman.

This twisted pleasure was derived from the trauma inflicted upon him by the nanny who revealed her false love for him in her last moments which fueled his warped belief that women were nothing more than lowly creatures, deserving of slaughter.

This revelation that Jinsei found delight in the act of killing women horrified Daizen even more, as he blamed himself for Jinsei's actions.

But fueled by his failed actions of being a suitable grandfather, he failed to punish him severely.

Guilt weighed heavily on Daizen's subconscious, mixing with his love and fear for Jinsei, making it impossible for him to come to terms with the fact that his grandson was a monster.

*Sigh*

Jinsei's lips curled into a smile upon hearing the familiar sound, knowing his grandfather wouldn't pursue the matter further as he leaned back, allowing himself to relax while enjoying the spectacle before him.

"I'm getting excited."

Author's note: Their will probably only be one or two chapters thouhgout the week because I don't want to suffer from burnout eariler. Also, if anyone is worried about the one piece crossover affecting the intrigrity of the story, then don't be. The heavy elements of one piece will come into play much, much, later so as of right now I'm just going to slowly introduce it.

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