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My eyes open wide awake.
Another Nightmare...
I look around the room. Nothing changed. I then looked at Yuki. My dad still laying unconscious, wrapped in bandages. Still motionless. Still no signs of life.
It was quiet.
The room was silent except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor. I shifted in bed, my muscles protesting with every movement. The dull pain was a constant reminder of the battle we'd just fought, but it was nothing compared to what my father had endured.
I sighed.
How long till I leave this place?
I took a look at my body. I managed to move my arms up-wright. I could finally see my own hands Parts of it bandaged. But not too much covered that I couldn't see my own skin.
I turned my gaze to the TV in the corner of the room. I reach for the table beside me. Looking for the remote. Once I did. I turned the TV on. Switching to a random channel just wanting to drown out the thoughts in my head and let the time pass. But then, I froze.
A familiar face filled the screen.
Arata Saiko. A man I saw in a billboard once. The Director of the Hero Safety Commission. He stood at a podium, surrounded by reporters, and began speaking with an air of authority. His voice echoed through the room, but it only made my blood boil as I listened.
"I deeply express my sadness and gratitude to Ice King, Hero chart number4, for his service to the public. May he recover well." Arata said, his words calculated, rehearsed. He paused, glancing down at the podium as if he were trying to show some level of empathy. "We all owe him our thanks."
A reporter's voice cut through the air. "Director Saiko, why was Yuki deployed for so long without a break? Was he forced to work when he was clearly injured?"
I leaned forward. Listening more intently.
Arata's expression remained unchanged. "He was the only available one," he replied smoothly. "We needed his strength, and he agreed to push himself for the good of the public. He's a hero, after all." He smiled, but it wasn't genuine. It was the kind of smile that made my stomach churn. "It was his own choice. He told us himself he wanted to fight."
Choice my ass. You're just lying to them. I didn't even realize I had clenched my fists until the pain in my hands snapped me out of it. The anger surged through me like a wave. "You bastard."
The broadcast continued, but I was done listening. As I reached for the remote, another reporter's voice cut through the air.
"What about the opinions of other heroes, like All Might?" they asked. "Does he think Ice King should have been allowed to rest before being sent on these dangerous missions? And what does he think about the current situation?"
Saiko's eye's flickered momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure. "All Might, as always, supports the decisions made by the Hero Safety Commission. He understands the demands placed on our heroes and trusts in our judgment."
He swiftly redirected the conversation to other matters concerning the commission.
I turned off the TV. I could not stand him talking anymore. It was pissing me off the more he talked.
"Fucker" I laid back, a little circle on the wall getting my attention. My curiosity got the best of me.
"AH!" The telephone beside me started to ring, I didn't even notice it even existed. I picked it up without hesitation. "Hello This is Claire, you're caretaker, what would our wonderful patient need?!" A feminine voice through the other side. "Um... Food."
Thus, I didn't even realize it, a whole month went by, my father's condition was slowly getting better as the bandages we're getting removed, yet he still remained unconscious. Till I got better, I just watched the TV and ate food, waiting for my father.
"Ahhh.. Finally I can go out." I stretched my arms as I stood beside my bed, looking at my father. Yuki. I approached him, touching his face. "I know we were barely together and what not, but I love you dearly father."
He was the first person to even consider me their Son. So I will cherish him deeply.
***
In another place, a man stood in a dimly lit room, staring at a pile of papers.
"Sukuna Shi-Omori." A Man spoke, yet the shadows concealed most of his features, but the power he held in his hand was unmistakable. Clutched in his grip was a photo of a boy.
"An anomaly," he muttered with a grin that could be seen from a mile away. "I'm going to have so much fun destroying you too. Kukuku..."His laughter echoed like that of a demon.
"You. Find out more about this kid—where he came from, what his quirk is, and his history."
A bald man in a white coat, his face slick with sweat, stumbled over his words.
"W-Well, sire... That's all the information we've gathered so far. Based on our Nomu's encounter, he appears to have a quirk that allows him to cut through physical objects like a knife. But it requires his palm to be open and in contact with a solid surface to activate."
The doctor's glasses gleamed in the darkness as he spoke.
"I see... Order someone to keep an eye on him. He seems... interesting."
***
"Ahhh!" Blood, sweat and tears poured down from a single kid. Running around the hospital where he came from. "How much would I need to run!" He complained, briefly collapsing on the ground.
'4 Months... It's been 4 Months yet my father doesn't show any signs of improving any time soon.
I need to get stronger. For Revenge' Footsteps came from behind him. Sounds of slurping on a drink can be heard. Quite loudly too.
"EEEK!" The boy pushed his body to get up and keep running. Fear consuming his eyes. Remembering the actions done to him had he not succeeded on his quest.
"Atta—boy" A Man wearing glasses appeared behind him, walking with confidence. "Keep it up"
The man raised his hand above his head, some of the soda from his canned drink spilling in the process, yet he he just smiled at the boy—Sukuna.
"Few more and you'll be done for the day!" He commented, before continuing to slowly chase the boy by walking.
"Senpaii, is this really necessary? How about fighting?" Sukuna complained, asking his mentor. "No good, Sukuna-chan~ You won't learn how to fight properly if your body is like that. Much or less join UA."
And so, what follow suite was a bunch of training. Honing Sukuna to become a better warrior. Not to become a killer, but to be a hero. One who doesn't take lives, but the one who saves, and gives life to others.