BNHA: Colors of the Will

CHAPTER 11

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So turns out, back stabbings were a very common thing when it came to trading.

Using Kami-E to bend his body backwards, he dodged a very colorful blade slash before pointing his index finger.

"Shigan."

His finger gouged deep into the man's chest as blood started pouring out uncontrollably. He didn't hit any major vitals... Hopefully.

Looking back, he just sighed at the countless men charging at him. Seriously, he got backstabbed at the first encounter with this broker.

Maybe it's the child-like voice?

"Rankyaku."

SLLASSSHHHH!!!

Yeah, he thinks that it's the voice. That causes another problem, how to solve this gun issue...

He doesn't use guns, and he had copious amounts of it in this very room. What to do, what to do?

Give them to the police?

"Tekkai."

DING DING DING DING DING DING~

Feeling the rain of bullets pouring on his body, he Soru-ed to the group before starting to beat them all up with Shigan and Rankyaku, easily dodging all attempts at him with Kami-E and Haki.

Should he though? Money is quite tight... But the police would be able to use it better, he thinks. Wait, the police don't use guns though, only the military. Landing on the floor, he hums.

Hmm... From what he'd been seeing for the past few years of having fun, policemen do have guns while in uniform, but they don't normally use them.

He pauses his thoughts as he ducked down to dodge a bat heading towards his head with the intent of popping it like a watermelon, even without Haki that strike was so obvious. A simple Shigan took the thug with the bat out in one stab.

Shigan was just so useful. One hit and boom, his enemies are down — Hold up, his Haki just flared. With a quick decision and a flare of determination in his eyes, Raymond took a quick breath and raised his arm up as a blade swung down towards his face.

These few years that passed wasn't just him playing around. His expertise of Haki had also grown to new heights.

"Busoshoku — Koka."

CHPING~

The face on the man at his short blade snapping into two upon making contact with his arm gave him a good laugh before a now darkened arm grabs the man by the throat and lifts him up. About a year and a few months ago, he finally was able to manifest his will into his body.

Busoshoku no Haki, or the Color of Armament, was the form of Haki usage that allows the user to use their own will to create, in essence, an invisible piece of armor around themselves, providing incredible offensive and defensive capabilities.

The basic upon basic of Busoshoku was Koka, or Hardening. It darkens a limb with Haki and makes it as hard as steel, that can be even stronger the more Haki cladded onto the limb.

It was actually easier than one might think after he managed to use it for the second time. You just had to will it to life. Raymond thought there was some kind of trick to it, but no, he just had to will it into existence around his arm, it's hard to understand for those without Haki.

He sighs as he looked at the slight shine of moonlight from the darkened arm, he was trying to overcomplicate it when it was just so simple. He felt like an idiot, and still feels like one. If he knew it was just like this, then he would have tried to master it before Kenbunshoku.

"Oh, well, no use crying over spilled milk."

He gave another heave before letting the Haki surrounding his arm fade away, causing his arm to turn back into its original beige color, now tanned due to him still living in the wind. The sun was not kind to his melanin, indeed.

Flaring his Kenbunshoku briefly for any more enemies, the sentient whisper mutters to him. Alright, no more threats for now it seems, time for looting! He's been running quite low as of late, so hopefully there's enough from today's unplanned hunt. Oh, and to add more guns and metal into his pile of weapons back home.

... 30,000 Yen estimate? Maybe even 50,000 from the amount of guys knocked out by either concussion or blood-loss.

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(Aizawa Shota 3rd POV)

BAM!

"HOW?! We've been chasing after this vigilante for years now, and NOTHING! Fuck, he just runs away every time we even start to mobilize!"

Eraser Head in costume sighs as he ignores the crashing of a flung table to the wall. As always, Endeavor was always the type to rage around. But that begs the question, how does this vigilante keep one-upping them?

Ever since the fight almost 3 years ago, he went from a showcasing vigilante with flair to a more stealth based with the intention of creating as less chaos as possible. It was a no-brainer, he was avoiding them like the plague.

He gave a sigh as he dripped a drop of eye-drop into his dry eyes, closing them and feeling the familiar sting. What a waste of time, he was tailing his current case when the distress call of Silver being sighted rang.

He moved as fast as he could to the scene, but was only met with the groans of knocked down men and evidence of battle. Identifying the men was a nightmare, since all of them were gang members that stationed near Musutafu, a branch from a powerful mafia in the Shizuoka Prefecture.

This causes a damn headache to him as more officers and paperwork had to be filled out. By the time he was done with this whole shitshow it was already 3 in the morning. And he had classes in the morning.

His eye twitched as he rubbed his eyes. Silver is seriously one annoying problem child. Yamada and the others may think that it was a dwarf under that costume, but he knew from a lot of experience that it was a kid. A guess from his guts were true, most of the time.

He held back another sigh before using his Quirk to hold back the number 2 hero from burning the whole station down.

"Tsk, I have dry eye, number 2! Stop being so childish and focus on actually bringing him to justice!"

Justice... 3 years worth of vigilantism, countless acts of violence, the Hero Association would have a field-day about Silver's imprisonment if they managed to one-up the vigilante. He pushed down the feeling of disgust at the thought of a child going to prison just because it would fix the Association's and some pro heroes' PR and reputation.

This long case had long dropped the rankings and pride of some heroes, even Endeavor had to climb back up to rank 3 after becoming a laughingstock for a good few months. You'd imagine the amount of rage the fire hero had against Silver.

What a problem child. He'll talk to Nezu about this, maybe even ask to bring in that favor Nezu owed him, even if he hates using his favors.

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With his eyes closed, Raymond takes a deep breath as he enjoyed the nice cool breeze. Surprisingly, even on the highest skyscraper building in Musutafu which was the Might Tower, the breeze of wind was cold and refreshing.

Enjoying his time, he thought back on his current arsenal of techniques.

His mastery of the Rokushiki was going very well. He had a clear grasp of Soru and Geppo to the point that he could say that he was a master at those already.

Second to that were Rankyaku and Shigan, his only two offensive techniques from the powers of the World Government. It made sense to train the two since the only martial arts that could damage an enemy were the two techniques. He doubts that he should learn more techniques, he could already throw a good simple punch or kick.

The last that he still had some problems were Tekkai and Kami-E, more so, the lack of battle experience with the two. In his humble opinion, he rather not get hit and dodge normally with Soru than train the two. Pain hurts, you know? Even if he already broken his body a whole dozen plus times training the Rokushiki, he wasn't a masochist.

Moving on to his remainder of weapons in his arsenal, Haki.

At this point, his Haki grew to ridiculous levels from frequently using its other forms till the point that his reserves were nearly 30 times larger than 3 years ago. This was a game changer, as the more his control over Kenbunshoku and Busoshoku increased, the rate of Haki being used increased drastically.

By his calculations, he could probably use both forms of Haki for nearly 20 minutes at their full capacity before he runs dry, which was much better than last time. It was a little embarrassing when he looked back at the major fight between him and the Heroes, getting tired so easily in just under 5 minutes of combat.

The whole reason of why he started avoiding being seen in public had some correlation to it. Raymond realized that the Heroes were getting serious, from their last display of power, so he hid around and started training his butt off.

He'd hesitate to say that he could fight them all at once right now, even after all the power ups that he gained from the three-year gap, due to the randomness in powers of the Heroes, it was like fighting a whole pirate ship filled with Devil Fruits, not unbeatable, but difficult in the sense that he had no damn clue who does what.

He was about to heave, something that he realized was getting more often the older he got, when he suddenly felt the urge to head back as soon as possible back home to record some stuff. He had a journal hidden in a tree trunk he carved out with his arms using Tekkai, holding all the knowledge of his Rokushiki arts, the bare basics of all Haki forms, and the plot for the first few seasons of My Hero.

The reason was simple, his memory was getting worse. At this point, he had already forgotten most of his old world. Where he lived, his parents and family, friends, and the other details. it was worrying at first, he started forgetting more than 4 years ago.

Heck, he had already forgotten the face and name of his parents, that made him tear up slightly at the thought for a while before he steeled himself back up. So yeah, the forgetfulness was something worrying.

He activates his Kenbunshoku, and lo' behold it was telling him to head to a direction, the direction being his home. Weird, but he always trusts it. It must have had a reason to reach out to him.

Dusting his body, he pulls the hood over his face before walking to the edge of the building. The feeling of falling caused his heart rate to spike a little, a normal human response, and then he leaned forward.

The air rushing to his face caused him to give a big grin before he kicked the air as hard as he could.

DOKAN!

Using both Geppo and Soru together, he uses the technique that Rob Lucci invented as he basted through the air, bursts of air surrounding him everytime he took 10 steps in an instant as he went supersonic through the air.