BNHA: When Life Gives You Two Eyes

CHAPTER 3

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Pulling on his bow tie, Satoru could only sigh as the old man was in the fitting room changing into a suit his size.

It had been 2 months ever since he accepted to go with Torino to the New Years Festival, and he kind of regrets it.

Sure, the old man kept his word and enrolled him into the Wing Chun dojo near his apartment, and even added some pocket money for him to get equipment for it, but he had to do so much shit just for this festival.

He had to learn how to dance. Yes, ballroom dancing dancing. For some reason, it was a requirement to learn, since you are required to dance in the yacht as it was a tradition during the festival.

Second, he had to learn proper etiquette. Who knew that there were so many types of knives and forks. He definitely didn't. He just normally ate with a normal fork and spoon, unlike his fellow Japanese people who use chopsticks most of the time.

This already clashed with his training days in the dojo. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays were his Wing Chun days, while Tuesdays and Thursdays were for learning etiquette. Saturdays were his rest days, which he uses to train his Limitless or Cursed Energy Manipulation.

He has so much stuff going on, thankfully all the etiquette lessons were ending once this party is done and dusted.

The fitting room curtains opened to reveal Torino in a black and white suit with a tie.

"So?"

Satoru stared at him before giving a horizontal wave with his wrists, his face showing a little bit of pity.

"Meh, it's alright for a short old man."

*WHOOSH*

"You damn brat, come here and take this cane to the head!"

Ducking his head in time to dodge the wooden cane of an old demon, Satoru simply showed his tongue and pulled an eyelid after pushing his blindfold upwards, to which enraged the elderly person even further.

Yeah, he had trained his Six Eyes to absorb less information at a time, simply by using a mental hypnosis to lower the range of his Six Eyes to only 100 meters around him. He was pretty good with controlling his abilities with 1 and a half years of training it.

Torino showed Satoru his fist, which was shaking in anger, before sighing, taking a breath in as he glared at the kid.

"You're so lucky the event is tonight, or else I'd whoop your ass! Can't let the guests see a bruising on your head!"

"Please, you'd never hit me, old man! I'm the strongest!"

Satoru proudly exclaimed with his chest puffed out, to which the old man just snorts before paying for the suits, with Satoru in tow, hands behind his back.

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"Sweet!"

Satoru mutters in happiness as he looked around the store without his blindfold, yet his Six Eyes were not fully active.

He was looking in a mirror, staring at his white haired self with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. These sunglasses blocked everything in his sight, and by pushing down his sunglasses, it allowed his special eyes to perceive around him.

"100% polarized lenses to block out everything in view, with a few layers of anti-Quirk coating just in case those eyes of yours adapt to the lenses. Not only that, the frame is made out of stainless-titanium along with light materials, meaning it can take hits while training to be a Hero while being as light as a feather. You wouldn't even feel it on your face as time flies by."

The ophthalmologist explained as he pushed up his own square framed glasses, reading from a notepad on his clipboard.

"You better keep them safe, these cost a lot, brat. You're lucky the H.A. (Hero Association) granted your birthday request!"

"Chill, chill. I'll treat this like my baby~"

Grinning, Satoru pushed up his glasses before quickly posing in the mirror, causing the old man to swing his cane at him. Calming him down, Satoru couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the glasses.

Finally, something that people wouldn't look at him weirdly at. Do you know how annoying it is when passersby came up to him and asked if they could help him walk? It is so damn awkward.

"Alright, brat, stop looking at the damn mirror and come on. Our thing is 2 hours from Hosu and I don't want to look stupid arriving late!"

Torino barked before thanking the ophthalmologist. Satoru did the same as they walked side by side, shooting remarks at each other since it was how they got along as friends.

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Damn, he needs friends if he considered an old man constantly trying to hit him one.?

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Feeling the wind blow onto his face, Satoru just had a relaxed smile as he leaned on the rails of the ship. He didn't expect it to be so damn big, it was as long as a skyscraper, with the height as high as a 3-story bungalow.

The old man went to talk to some old friends of his, so he shooed him away, damn old geezer.

Breathing in the salty sea scents, he couldn't help but grin.

[???] loved the sea, it was the only reason why he even drove 2 hours to a pier outside his city every Saturday. He's always drawn to the ocean, feeling the familiar sense of calm and clarity when listening to the sea waves.

Maybe it was the reason why he ****** ******* —

A sharp pain shoots up his spine as Satoru immediately stop thinking about the topic, shaking his head to shake the pain off.

"Are you alright?"

A sudden voice behind him caused him to activate Infinity, causing the earlier voice to yelp as the sound of someone falling followed along.

Looking behind him, he watched as a girl his age mutters an "Oww...", rubbing her legs in pain.

Huh, he recalled that most people in the yacht that he saw were people older than him. Pulling her back into her feet, Satoru gave her a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, you kinda startled me."

"N-No problem..."

The silence was awkward as a few seconds passed by with no one making a sound before the girl started a conversation.

"Ahem! I'm Yaoyorozu Momo, nice to meet you."

She said politely with her hand out, giving a formal greeting as Satoru just stared at her.

Yaoyorozu. That was a character in BNHA if he recalled. He only watched two seasons of the show since he had other good anime to watch, but he remembered someone named Yaoyorozu or something.

For some reason he felt like this was something important...

Eh, he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. Future Satoru got this.

"The name's Gojo Satoru! So, who you with? Never seen anyone my age walking to get into the yacht just now?"

He said with pride as he rests his hands behind his head. Yaoyorozu took a second to compose herself after the sudden and crude question before answering.

"Well, I'm with my father and mother, and since they are the lead organizers that donated for the event, I get to follow along as a bonus."

Satoru whistled at that.

"Donators? Damn, how much did your parents even donate, if you don't mind me asking?"

She hummed at the thought with her palm on her cheek, thinking of the answer to his question.

From the size and how grand it was, Satoru was thinking amongst the lines of 500,000 to maybe 1,000,000 Yen give or take —

"Oh, it wasn't much at all, just 3,000,000 Yen. Quite little compared to Papa's normal donations, but it was a group decision by the rest of the organizers to place a limit this year due to taxes."

... What the fuck.

Satoru pulled his glasses down and stared at the girl's face, ignoring the uncomforting flash of information going into his head.

"Did you just say 3 million? And that isn't much?"

"I-Is it much? I don't think it is, I-I get twice as much as a-allowance though..."

The girl, Yaoyorozu, started stuttering all of a sudden as she looked away from his face.

Maybe she was just shocked that 3 mil was little, that's why she looked embarrassed.

Yeah, that was totally it. Why else would she look away? Because of him pushing his glasses down? Heh, he was delusional.

"Girl, you are swimming in cash, huh?"

"S-Swimming? Sorry, I don't get it — "

"!!!"

He zoned out on her questioning of why she would swim in money as he looked behind him, to the ocean.

His mind finished processing all the information that flowed into his head as he focused on a very important detail.

Ships. Dozens of ships were heading towards them, fast.

"Yaoyorozu, are dozens of ships supposed to come towards the yacht at alarming speeds?"

Satoru had to make sure, and since the girl was from an influential family by how she presented herself, she should know about some late arrivals...

"No? Papa said that all the guests had arrived. Why the question?"

She grew a curious expression as she saw his mouth clench up with his arms forming fists.

Taking his glasses off, he ignored the non-important stuff and zoomed at the coming ships. They totally fit the pirate/villain stereotyping. A hook as an arm? Super emo as fuck? Crew members looking raggedy and as if they hadn't got a good shower?

Shit.

"Yaoyorozu, could you tell your father that trouble is coming?"

"E-Excuse me?"

She stuttered in shock as she stared at his serious face.

"There's a dozen ships coming towards us, and they do not look friendly at all. So, if you'd please tell the lead organizer that shits about to hit the fan, that would be amazing, my dear Watson."

Quipping at the end, Satoru watched as the girl immediately ran toward the ballroom as he sighed, pulling the bow tie off his suit and unbuttoning the first button for comfort’s sake.

This was going to be a rowdy evening...