2 chapter 2
The good hunter... How did he come to be known as that? Well it was simple. He was a hunter.
He hunts the beast... What are beast do you ask? Well simple. There is this thing known as the old blood.
Although the old blood may be able to heal a lot of injuries, it also turns people into beasts of all varieties.
Some people transformed into giant beasts that were bigger than buildings, others small, but all were deadly.
Some made you insane, and that's where the hunter came in. He slaughtered his way through yharnam killing all the beast he could.
Both blood drunk hunters, and beast, But never the innocent. No, he knew better than to do that.
So how did he get here?... Well, he had finally laid gehrman to rest, when the moon presence came down from the mood and made me her child.
The price? Being a great child, the perks? True immortality.
Even now, in this new body of his it was that way. The reason he knew that? He felt his "mother" watching over him in the night sky.
The hunter hummed a soft tune as he gazed at this city. He would never know the true reason why he was in this body. But something felt off... Like he had been here before... Like deja vu.
...weird.
In a 1 mile radius the good hunter was able to see all the souls and their respective colors.
Red: villain/blood drunk
Purple: kids
Green: depressed
Black: pure evil.
Blue: kind but misguided
Truly there were some other colors that the good hunter barely cared to memorize. It was because they were not important.
Meanwhile the cops knocked on the good hunters house. The little ones were already in possession of all his weapons so it didn't matter.
It didn't even surprise him much when they arrested him. Apparently the "violence" he did to "his" childhood friend was severe.
Apparently... He lost his left arm. The damage in his arm just couldn't be fixed, with medical, or quirk, and another thing was he would never be able to walk on his left leg.
So the good hunter sat in his cell humming his tune. Sitting in a single place for a long time didn't bother him much.
Although, this free time really gave the good hunter the time to train his body.
On the third day, he was taken to court, and bakugos parents were there. If he remembered correctly they were friends with his mother.
Speaking of his "new" mother, she was crying a bit. The moon's presence eyes were on the good hunter.
Why wasn't he escaping? The good hunter knew she was asking silently.
The great ones can't... Talk necessarily. You can definitely feel their intentions and feelings with enough understanding.
'because ... It would be a troublesome situation,' the good hunter was bored at this trail.
"The sentencing for this boy will be 14 years," the judge read.
Good... These fools didn't know. But this was the hunters goal.... In the long run.
This prison from what he remembered, housed the worst of the beast in human form.
These people were the worst kinds of criminals, but oh boy was Tartarus about to be in an uproar.
While the hunter was transferred into his cell, he saw just red and black souls... But one... Caught his attention.
Blue.
See the people in this prison made one simple, teeny tiny mistake. They put him, a "quirkless" person, into a low containment zone.
That means security was more lax, but still very heavily guarded. The good hunter closed his eyes.
He would check on that blue soul later though. Since right now his senses were going very far, to the bottom of the prison.
Most of these people here were going to die. No, they needed to die.
....two hours later.
The director found something suspicious. One person having a heart attack and dying? Okay that was believable.
But when multiple people got heart attacks and died, then yeah it was suspicious.
Really, why did this have to be his job. It wasn't like he could step down before this became even more troublesome.
And what were those strange symbols that were found on their bodies?
It looked like an upside down trident. But more crude. One line down the middle, and two arms I guess you can call them, and a singular dot on the bottom.
Ugh, this will be the start of a cult, or some shit. Really who in the hell could do this?
God damn it, Another one died. In Tartarus they monitor the prisoners' vitals, so they can take action if they think of activating their quirks.
...
The hunter had long escaped the confines of his cell. Now he was leaning against the wall staring at the blue soul.
"You... Your name," the hoonter said as he wiped his blades of mercy.
Really, this place needed more security if the hoonter could easily get past them... But then again he had the unfair advantage in stealth.
The woman flinched as she was awoken by a voice. The hunter was curious of course, as this woman didn't seem to have as much blood on her hands.
He can tell she killed, that much was obvious, but realistically speaking, she couldn't harm him if she tried.
"Who are-" she didn't get the chance to answer.
The hunter picked her up by the scruff of her neck. Like a dog picking up their children. What proceeded next could only be considered a joke.
...he walked past every single goddamn security in this place. Literally.
The hunter stole some clothes for him and his new apprentice. And they made an escape into the night...
At least, kinda. As they were now wanted, they would have to change their attire, dye their hair and everything.
At first it was simple. The hunter "kindly" threatened a diner owner (who was connected to a crime ring somewhere in the city) and took over his shop.
Finally he and his apprentice could lay low... And become bakers during the day... Vigilantes at night.
"Breaking news. Two prisoners in Tartarus have successfully escaped. One is considered to be highly dangerous. The other is a quirkless person named izuku midoriya...," on the TV the news began telling the news of our escape.
"Nicely done apprentice," the hunter nodded his head at her.
"Nagant... Please just use my name," she said, rubbing her forehead.
She was already tired of her "teacher".
"Worry not apprentice. You are safe with me," the hunter said. He was in the process of dying his hair.
...
It was going well for the duo. Nagant... Was a surprisingly good baker. The hunter wasn't bad either.
That said, the hunter was no slouch either. To hide from the police, the hunter dyed his hair silver, and Nagant had to dye hers red.
All for the sake of His disciple.
(End of chapter)
Okay, so to recap, the hunter was sent to prison for how he crippled bakugou.
(PS I hate him)
He escapes with lady nagant, and will be a vigilante during the night. Bakers during the day.
THEY WILL KILL VILLAINS, no relationship though.
