9 Paragon!

"This is brilliant! The characters are so fresh and unique! And the personality on them? Just uhmmm! And the concept is virtually heretofore unseen! How did you come up with this Bat-man?" The editor squealed with joy.

"It's just an old character from a bygone era. Copyright free of course! The rights to it died ages ago. It's public domain now, so there's no worries on that front. The story is mine obviously, that much you can be certain of." I explained.

"This is going to sell like hotcakes, I tell you!"

"So about the advance..." I suggested.

"Oh! Oh! Yes, yes indeed. Wait a moment, I'll need to consult with the chief. Wait here please." The editor replied, as he frantically made a call.

Moments later he was back with an offer.

"How does 2 million sound?" He said.

Yup! Plan success!

"That'll do just fine. And I want a royalty of 40 percent." I answered.

That's another step of my plan complete. This would grant me more credibility when I break down and roast hero society in the war arc and take down the public safety commission. After all who could question my motives when I don't even discriminate against the quirkless and show kindness to everyone? HehehehehhahahahahahH.

After all no one suspects the man who has nothing to gain from it and has a history of being a paragon of virtue. And this will be the first step to establishing that image of a virtuous paragon of heroic kindness. Starting with the quirkless. Then the world!

I arrived at Dagobah beach to procure my travel bag from it's hiding spot, to find Deku waiting for me.

"What are you here for, Deku?" I asked, nonchalantly.

"You know what. I'm coming with you." He replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I said feigning ignorance.

"That girl. You're going to rescue her aren't you?" He pushed.

"What girl? I am just going on a small camping trip to Mount Fujii." I replied, opening the hidden trash compartment only to find it empty.

"Looking for this?" Deku said, dragging out my bag from behind a nearby fridge.

"Don't treat me like an idiot, Haru-chan! I have been watching you for the last week. You've been researching maps of the area, looking at news updates. I know what you're trying and I want in." He said.

Finally, I relented.

"Fine. But not a word about this to anyone. Understand that?" I emphasized.

He nodded.

"Good. We leave this saturday. Pack yourself a bag. And wear sneakers. We don't wanna scare her, 'right?" I said.

"Uhum!" He intoned joyfully.

"Now give me that bag, will you? I need to get something from it."

I returned home with a laptop that day and began my UTube channel. Another step to sow discord against hero society by posing as a social activist and professional do-gooder.

"Let's see." I muttered, "What should I name my channel?"

"Eh, I'll just use my power to decide." I said, activating | Laplace Junior |.

My eyes flipped pitch black and information flooded my brain timelines projecting forward, calculating, optimizing possibilities, until one word stood clear.

PARAGON!

A fine name if there ever was any!

I pulled out my phone and put on my mask and headphones on.

"Welcome to my channel! I am paragon! And today I want to talk about mutant quirks and discrimination...."

That weekend as he planned to leave, his mother stopped him.

"Do you have enough money for a return trip? Your phone charger?"

"Yes Momma."

" Remember, if anything goes wrong call me immediately. And don't swim in the lake, okay? Who knows what sort of nasty parasites are worming around there?"

"I get it already!"

"Yeah yeah." She said pinching my cheeks.

"Oh! And here." She said, pulling a muffler tight around my neck.

A bit too tight!

"Momma! I can't breathe!" I tapped her hands.

"It should at least be this tight to keep the cold out at night!" She insisted.

"Then I'll tighten it later." I said, loosening the scarf's death grip on my neck.

"Call me when you get to the station and once again when you get on the train, and then once you reach the campsite, understood? Or else....." She threatened.

"Don't worry Mamma! I'm responsible! I'll be fine." I pushed out my chest in pride.

"Love you!" She said, kissing my forehead.

"Umu!" I replied, leaving in haste.

I met up with Deku at the train station, as we boarded the train for Tohoku.

"So what's the latest on her location?" I asked.

"She was last spotted heading north to Iwaki."

"Uhuh?" I mumbled as I stuffed bento meatbuns down my gullet.

"She's claimed another victim, you know? He had a family too. A wife, two kids." He added.

"What are you implying Deku?" I asked.

"Is she really worth saving?" He replied.

"Really? Really Deku? You're asking if someone is worth saving?" I scolded.

"Even All Might has denounced her actions!" He insisted.

"Then that is a moral failing on All Might's part! Tell me Deku, do you really want to live in a world where your heroes condemn an innocent girl to death for losing control of her quirk? For a small mistake? Something that wasn't under her control? Would you condemn her, personally?" I asked.

"That's not what I meant!" He argued.

"Then what did you mean, Deku? Many who live deserve death, and many who deserve life die. Can you give it to them Deku? Tell me, can you? And on what authority?"

"No, I... I can't." He relented.

"Then do not be so quick to judge others for their merits and sins. Who knows what they're going through?"

"I guess you're right, Haru-chan. I'm sorry." He agreed.

"Good. Now do you want a Sushi or Omlette bento?" I smiled.