I'm back with this one too.


"The World! Please! Please, a word! Please!"

"The World, you have officially announced that you have returned back to Italy. Why did you lie? What are your intentions in Japan—!"

"The World, did you predict something like this was going to happen? According to Italy's hero database, your sidekick Epitaph has the quirk 'foresight'. Does your actions of defending the U.A. students have to do with her?"

"You don't belong here you dirty good for nothing gangster! Go back to your damned country and leave us alone you attention-whore!"

I stopped and the reporters who followed behind me stopped too. That… that question… wasn't a question. That… was a BLATANT insult that shall not stand. I turned my head, my body getting hot from the emotions that were slowly churning up inside my heart as I stared into the eyes of the one who dared to speak to me in that way.

"... Do you wish to get a reaction from me by saying such poor words? If that is so, I congratulate you for achieving your mission. I know have my absolute attention on you"

"What? You're going to fight me? Pah. Such as expected from a thug… You are a disgrace to all of the heroes you know that?!"

He is confident. Of course he is. There are at least five dozen cameras pointing at us and one small slip for me and I will fuck up my entire career and he knows that very well. His smug expression was making my muscles cry with sorrow for their owner was forbidding them to kill the worthless bastard. This type of people are the one to attack the weak and bow down to the powerful. Currently, I was weak for the situation made me so, but if this place was an alley with few people around, I doubt he would make such crude remarks as now.

"What? What you got insulted? Pah, give me a break yo—"

"I am indeed insulted by your remarks"

I was young. Very young compared to this immature adult that was trying his best to rile me up. But, I had done more than this adult have accomplished in his entire life. I have saved others to serve my ideals, I sacrificed so much to follow this path, I chose to be a gangster to cleanse the dirty Italian streets, and then he goes up to me and insult me?

"... You have insulted me and it is not by calling me a gangster. Even spitting on my beloved country have not made me quite as angry nor insulted, but my anger has been wrought to its highest when you called me an attention-whore!" I roared as the pile of blood that surrounded me quaked and quivered along with my anger as the man started to look a bit concerned as he took a cautious step back along with every reporter around.

"An attention-whore?! AN ATTETION-WHORE?! Such insulting assumptions you have against me and how so haughty you announce them! Who and what are you to judge me?! Do I look nothing but a flamboyant hero whose wish is to simply be on the high ranked list…?! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT ME BY SUGGESTING SOMETHING SO RIDICULOUS LIKE THAT! I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE DARE YOU, DEAR CITIZEN, TO INSULT ME LIKE THAT!"

At this point, the man was struggling to breath. To him, it felt as if the eyes of mine, these cold eyes filled rage was engulfing the oxygen from his throat as my larger and taller body towered over him as the blood danced menacingly around my body. He couldn't take this intimidation. He just couldn't. He wasn't trained to do so, and I believe this would be the first time he ever faced something like this.

"I am a human who wishes to make the world a place where people could be able to smile! I am a human who wishes to see children no longer see theirs and others quirks as weapons! I am a person who bears the title of 'Hero' by sacrificing most of my leisure and chaining my body with fetters that binds me from being free, just to help others! So I dare you… I dare you make that assumption again and spit it at my face…"

Then, with a huff I turned away from the man who collapsed, choking for air as the overwhelming atmosphere left him. Growling to myself, I turned away adjusting my paisley suit as I briskly walked towards the front entrance of U.A. The reporters were now… more cautious of following me and asking questions, but thankfully all of that stopped the moment I went inside the prestigious academy as the small deadly rodent was waiting for my arrival along with…

"Quite a commotion you caused out there The World" Spoke Kan Sekijiro as he crossed his arms and looked at his nephew with a look of distaste.

"If you expect me to stand still after hearing such an insult, I wish you would now know that I wouldn't stand still like a prideless idiot" I scoffed as my eyes wandered around the academy. Seeing that there were already a crowd of students looking at my form through the window with their phones all aiming at my direction, taking pictures of Italy's no.1 hero, I coughed into my fist addressing the Principal.

"I suppose you have a nice place where we could talk, Principal Nezu?"

"Ah! I have the perfect spot The World! Please, follow me!"


"Huh… I'm surprised that the prestigious academy even has a place like this… This is a very nice interrogation room Principal Nezu"

"Thank you so much for your compliments. Are you surprised by any chance Diego-san?"

"No. Not at all" Spoke the young hero as the blood that was constantly circulating him(externally) provided a comfortable seat for him to sit on, instead of using the metal chair that was already there.

This was 1 day after the incident. 1 day after the news reporters once again swarmed inside U.A. and bombarding the school faculty with questions of what happened, the faulty safety issues, the conflicts, the number of villains and so on. But the most asked question was 'Why and how did The World manage to save the day'. How did the no.1 Italian hero came swooping into the middle of the fray and save the Japanese students who were attending the most famous hero academy for less than a month.

Vlad King watched the scene of his nephew, his beloved sister's son who betrayed her having a 'conversation' with the principal of U.A. Kan couldn't blame the kid much as her sister did to him. Rationally thinking, the kid was only a child when his parents decided to have a divorce. How could such a little being understand the things that his father had been doing behind his mother's back?

But… Kan's sister was quite hysterical for a few days, cursing her own child for abandoning her and run away from that mafia. That attitude of hers was quite understandable to Sekijiro for he knew how much his sister loved and cared for her child. How much she contributed for his well being, how much she had done for his sake… But the child somehow wished to stay with his father instead of his mother with reasons that still remained as an unhappy mystery.

Gradually, Sekijiro's sister's bitter anger was gone and only a deep depression remained in her soul as a crater was dug into it, creating a void that can never be filled again.

His sister tried to fill the void with alcohol at first, along with smoking too, but Sekijiro couldn't possibly allow her sister to ruin her physical life when her spirits were trampled by that criminal.

Then the letters came and planted a flower in the crater of his sister's heart. She seemed to improve and when looking at its contents, Sekijiro was sure, he was just so sure that his little nephew would visit his loving mother.

He didn't.

He didn't come to Japan. Not even when he started to follow his father's footsteps(many members of Kan's family fainted after hearing that news and Sekijiro's sister burst into tears and fainted three more times). Not even when he started to work as a hero(Diego's mother burst into tears of joy from hearing that news for she believed there still might be some hope for her son), and not even when he became Italy's number one, the NUMBER ONE hero of a country that contained thousands of Heroes!(Sekijiro himself lost his strength in his legs while watching the news as he dropped his morning breakfast and his coffee onto the floor while bringing it to the table).

It was then Sekijiro realized that Diego was avoiding coming to Japan. For some reason, his nephew was avoiding coming to a country where his mother was in, who was being tormented by a horde of nightmares that drove her to the brink of insanity.

Thankfully, it was Diego's letters that saved her, but why wouldn't he come here?

At first, Sekijiro thought it was because his nephew was ashamed of facing his mother again, after he betrayed her and followed his father's footsteps. But then, something caught Sekijiro's eyes as he swiftly skimmed over the letters.

In almost every letter, Diego had tried to indirectly persuade his mother to meet with him in a different country. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. An indication that he missed her. Then what was preventing Diego from coming to Japan? What in the world could that be? And why would he finally come to Japan after his mother had died? Why would he come to Japan after the bad things had already happened?

'Why did he let his mother, my sister alone and come back after she's gone?'

Kan Sekijiro, the homeroom teacher of class 1-B, the hero also known as Vlad King felt absolute resentment towards his nephew. Even when he knew Diego Brando, The World, was in immense pain that he masterfully hid behind his eyes feigning hurt and anguish, Sekijiro couldn't help but hate him. In his eyes, he looked so irresponsible, dangerous, vile, and someone far from a hero. He was a gangster after all. His little speech in front of U.A. was quite remarkable, but it wasn't enough to move Vlad King's heart. His nephew was a cold-blooded murderer who managed to do so while dodging the eyes of the law. Although there was no evidence, it was obvious just from seeing his eyes. Those were the eyes that belonged to a killer that would do anything, anything that includes throwing away his own humanity for the sake of his goals. It was disgusting… and they reminded Sekijiro the day when his sister wailed in her sleep on the day when they obtained the news that Diego inherited his father's throne of his kingdom of corruption and madness.

The sight was sickening. The news was horrifying. The despair was at its peak. 'How did things come to this…?'

"First of all, I would like to thank you for protecting my students… Now, necessary courtesy aside, how did things come to this The World?" Spoke principle Nezu, his short paws on his chin as he stared at Diego with a blank expression.

"Why? Well, the answer is because I am a hero foremost. It was because I had a 'duty' to do so"

"Oh ho! So it is not out of vengeance?"

Silence. Silence ensued in the basement as the blood that once churned happily around Diego Brando stood still, not moving a single inch. Sekijiro stopped too. What was that? What did he say? What did the principal say? Out of vengeance? Why would a hero from Italy have beef with anybody in Jap—

Oh.

Oh.

A sister… a mother… a family slaughtered in broad daylight… Wait… then does that mean… Does that mean Diego knew his mother's killer was going to attack U.A? Does that mean he knew the attack that was going to be held against U.A?

As a teacher, as a hero, he couldn't accept what Diego had done if his assumption was true. As a duty of a hero, he had the rights to warn them of what was to happen to their school, to their students, to children!

"Excuse me for my directness, but as a principal of U.A. I must ask this. Was your… assistance of thwarting the villains who invaded the academy because of vengeance to hunt the villain that had murdered your mother?"

The pleasant smile that was once upon the Italian hero was now gone, and an ugly sneer took place instead.

"I don't trust you"

Eh?

"In fact, I do not trust any one of you. You principal Nezu, your faculty members, your dining hall chefs, your machines, your students, your system, your so precious All Might..."

What?

He didn't… trust them? What does that have to do with anything?! Did he dare believe he, Vlad King would discard such vital information and—

"Nobody can just enter U.A. Japan's most prestigious hero academy" Spoke Diego once again, standing up as his blood arose along with him and to Vlad King's total surprise a portion of the blood suddenly slithered like tendrils of veins, morphing into the exact replica of U.S.J. "Whoever the planner was, they knew the student's schedule, they knew the fact that it would take a considerable amount of time for the Pro-Heroes to come for help, they knew how to block an SOS signal from escaping out of that facility"

Suddenly, Vlad King felt himself shrinking and cowering. H-how can his nephew who was way younger than him produce such an aura of intimidation?

"In other words… you have a spy in U.A mister Nezu, and I am very not willing to cooperate or spit out one word that relates to my information until that person is apprehended by the officials" With that, I stood up, ready to leave this facility.

"You haven't answered my question yet" Spoke Nezu, his posture still as before with that annoying smile simply on his face. "Did you do all of this, just for vengeance?"

"... The villain's name who participated in killing my mother is Chiasa Kido and she was indeed in the USJ department, trying her best to kill and taste the blood of children. She usually gets off from seeing little children cry for their parents as they are abused and tortured in a dark confined room. But on that fateful day, she apparently needed some cash, and thus she joined a band of fucking clowns that raided a poorly gaurded bank. And some half-witted heroes didn't think of one particular hostage, which it's outcome resulted in a bodiless coffin as the poor hostage, my poor mother evaporated into gas, melted into flesh, ground into dust. I couldn't hold the pale dead hand of her corpse principal Nezu. I couldn't kiss her on the forehead to send her off or even place two coins on her eyes for her to navigate through the gates of hell with ease. So… if I could be pardoned by the court, by the world, by the people, by you heroes… oh… oh principal Nezu… I would love to play with her until she begs me to burn her"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that The World's emotions were extremely red. Red as in infuriated. Every ounce of blood that belonged to the Italian hero pulsed and splashed sinisterly against the walls as if death were knocking against one's door. This… this was overwhelming… overwhelming just like when All Might punches away the villains, but just more sinister and more terrifying. It was a nightmare incarnate.

Then. It stopped, and the pile of blood once again contracted and turned into thin tendrils of blood that wrapped themselves around The World as it pulsed and moved around as if it were alive.

"But… nobody would pardon me for such brutality of course…" Spoke the hero sadly and finally Sekijiro could breathe again. "Even more… Chiasa Kido has already been shipped off in chains to the nearest prison and her sentence will be determined within this week…"

Then… oh gods, how can a man actually grin from ear to ear, I mean literally!

"But then… everything might change if the prisoner transport vehicle gets toppled down"

Everybody in the room paled by that one assumption, and everybody knew at an instant that this hero was about to do something very reckless, and very dangerous that went against everything of being a hero.

"You're not going anywhere!" Shouted Vlad King suddenly putting himself between the exit and The World. "Y-you can't go anywhere until we are sure that the villains from USJ are safely transported!"

"Why not uncle? Why can't I leave?" Spoke his nephew, his neck tilting in a horrible angle as a crunching sound of the bones were heard. "Why not? Why can't I leave here? It's not like I'm a villain or anything else. It's not like we need a family reunion time and get to know each other and dissolve ourselves with hugs and kisses. We hate each other's guts and let's keep it that way, and besides, it's quite counterproductive for us to waste each other's time like this…"

Then, a sudden rush of footsteps echoed in the hallway and Midnight entered, breathless.

"B-big news! Big news principal Nezu! Two villain transport trucks have been attacked! One villain is found dead, but the other one… sh-she escaped…!"

"Damn" Spoke Nezu, with a now more monotonous expression. "I didn't expect this"

"Neither did I" Spoke Diego Brando shocking everybody in the room as his voice sounded indeed genuine and confused. But then, another nasty grin spread across his face.

"But I sure am glad of this outcome"


I surely didn't expect this to happen. I was planning to hunt down Chiasa Kido after she got into prison. After all, I have a lot of people on my side who are willing to go to jail for my sake, but I did not expect something like this to happen.

Although the R-rated hero didn't state who exactly it was that got out of that transport truck, I knew for certain in my blood that it was the woman I was looking for.

However… somebody was going to pay for this consequence. A hero had gotten injured during the transportation and a few of the police force had been harmed too. If this incident was created by somebody within my organization who acted independently, those actions were out of the line and I was going to make sure this person knew that. I couldn't let anybody act the way they wish, even if their actions were for my sake.

So… it was indeed their actions…

It was indeed theirs… truly…

""Greetings! Boss!"" The curt calls from my two bodyguards caught my attention, but I didn't even turn my body to face them. Instead, in the middle of an abandoned warehouse tied straight down on a metal chair was my last perpetrator, the last villain in my torture/kill-list. Tied and chained down to the chair, the woman was gagged but not blindfolded, and she was stark naked.

Obviously my two bodyguards did a very thorough check on her body and decided to leave her like that.

But first, punishment needed to be dealt out.

These two idiots nearly jeopardized my entire life. Being thrown into an Italian prison might be bad, but being stuck in Japanese soil in a prison is worse and more complex. If these two were caught by the heroes of Japan, I would immediately be arrested for being their boss and although I may get away with it, since there is no evidence that I have given such order to the two, I would lose two talented people in my familia.

But most importantly, the lives of innocents were at risk from this stupidity. Honest people with honest well-respected jobs with a loving family waiting for their safe return were hurt, maimed, and nearly killed. That I cannot allow. Any decent human being has its right to live, and nobody has the rights to take it away. Nobody.

That only applies to humans of course. Not beasts or monsters or this trash.

"Who's idea was this?"

"It was all our plan boss. Secco had nothing to do with it" Spoke a dark-skinned beauty with white flowing hair that reached to her waist.

"Tiziana is telling the truth boss. We both have decided to do this for you, boss. Secco was just manipulated by us" Spoke the orange-haired tomboy, gulping loudly as her sharp teeth clashed against each other.

I finally turned my body to stare at my two bodyguards, who dared not to make eye-contact. Instead, I found the small little girl, crouching on the ground with a weird bodysuit as she shuddered with her teeth chattering from fear.

I knelt down to meet my pet in the eye. Secco… was a strange case. She wasn't somebody I would consider as a member of Passione despite her extremely gifted talent. Also, she was very loyal, but that was only the case as long as I asserted my dominance over her and over pretty much everybody else. In the end, just for shits and giggles, I decided to have her as a pet, which fit in rather nicely with her.

Being small, cute, and surprisingly pettable, I enjoyed my time in my office with the little psychotic girl in my lap as I scratch her ears as she purrs. Of course, due to my mother's sudden departure from the land of living, I had to discard her to get here as quickly as I can in order to hide her identity from the public world, but it was quite nice to have such a powerful person like her at my side. After all, her quirk was quite amazing, and brutal too as she drowns her enemies in asphalt with no remorse.

Smiling, I patted her head, which she flinched and shut her eyes at first, but slowly Secco melted from my touch and cuddled into my hand. I knew Secco was innocent in this case. There was no way that she would independently do something this big on her own, let alone follow these two's orders without being manipulated.

"Shhh, it's alright Secco. Master's not mad at you" I cooed at the girl who whimpered slightly. "Now be a good girl and go to Doppia. She'll take care of you. You trust in Doppia don't you Secco?"

"Mhm" Spoke Secco cutely.

"Now go to Doppia Secco. I'll make sure you have three sugar cubes for dessert"

"Muuu!" Squealed Secco as she happily swam over to Doppia who led her out of the warehouse.

"Both of you understand what is about to happen, aren't you?" I spoke as half of my blood condensed, forming into a shape of brass knuckles, which I slipped them on into my hands. "Both of you understand what your sins are, correct?"

"I-I understand boss"/"I do, boss…"

"Squalo, step forward"

Wordlessly, but clearly shaking with fright, the shark girl stepped forward only to be met with a blood red knuckle, which caved into her face, shattering her sharp teeth as some got stuck in her mouth, causing her to bleed from her mouth.

Flung backwards and landing hard on the stone cold floor, she immediately got back up, but she didn't pull out the shard of her teeth that was stuck in her mouth as it continued to bleed. Her boss never gave permission yet, and she would be wise not to disobey him.

"Get that bone out of your mouth Squalo. This is a punishment, not an execution"

She did and the beating continued on and Squalo's condition continued to be worsened. Her skin was covered with bruises and some parts have cracked open, allowing her red blood to flow out of her body. The beating finally stopped when a small dripping noise came from Tiziana. Silently I walked over to Tiziana who stood straight, but her eyes were red from crying as a stream of tears flowed through her face.

"You may tend to your lover Tiziana"

"B-but boss, I must accept punishment…" Stuttered the woman.

"You have already faced my punishment in a different form: disrespect. I made you stand still as you are forced to hear your lover scream as her bones break. I cannot think of any other way to disrespect you Tiziana and I have done so by beating your lover when you were standing behind us. Now go and treat Squalo, but stay in this warehouse. Stay… until I am ready to leave with this… filth"

Then, I approached the woman in chains once again as she lifted her head to view me with terrified eyes.

I yanked away the gag as she was able to speak and stop the drool from coming out of her mouth. The first thing she did was to beg, but I wasn't having any of that. Putting my mouth to her nipple, I tore it off.

"YEEAARRRRGGGGG!!!!!" Howled the bitch as tears began to run down her dirty face. But, I ignored her and grabbed her cheeks hard, my nails digging into her skin as they pierced through the flesh as blood began to rain down. Then, with my other hand, I shoved it into the trash's mouth and pulled out the wisdom tooth.

"AARRRRRHHHHHH! Just kill me you BAST—"

"Shut up" I spoke coldly as I slapped her face. Then, I took off my jacket, my tie, my dress shirt, leaving my upper body completely exposed. I would rather not have her blood on my suit for it was quite expensive.

"You're agony is just beginning and it will only end… when I feel like it"

The screams inside the warehouse became louder and louder, but they never stopped. It was only when her voice became so hoarse that the screams subsided. However, her eyes told me that she was in a lot of pain. A lot, and a lot of pain.

Good.

Very good.

"We'll continue this tomorrow" I spoke curtly as I had my blood wash away all the filth that has been sprayed over my body. "Squalo, Tiziana"

"Y-yes boss!"/"Yes boss"

"Stay with her and make sure she survives. This time, blindfold her and cover her ears. Her only connection to the world will be through her tongue and skin… make sure she stays alive and do not be caught"

Taking my jacket, I walked out the warehouse with a small smile on my face. I felt wonderful and ecstatic. Now, I just needed to get laid and drink myself to sleep.

"B-boss! Please, wait!" Came the call of Squalo and I turned my body to face the once beautiful tomboy that had reduced into bruises and blood.

"H-here boss…" Spoke Squalo as she handed me a file. "Before you came, we interrogated her and we found out some information that we are sure that you would like to know of"\

Giving her a nod of thanks, I took the file and took a look at what the two had found out.

The League of Villains…? Apparently were the ones who planned on raiding the bank…?

Haha…

Hahaha…

HEhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…

What a bad joke… These fuckers were also the reason why my mother was killed?

"Diavolo…" I growled, first making sure that Secco was asleep in the arms of Doppia. "We're staying in Japan for… a longer time"

League of Villains… I'll choke the air out of them… all of them… in a Vento Sanguinoso(bloody wind).


"You want to… excuse me, what?"

"What? It would be a wonderful experience uncle, to teach these younglings real-life experiences"

"Don't you have to go back to Italy?" Spoke my uncle, really not wanting me to stick around.

"For a few months, I'm fine. The hero visa I have allows me to stay here for the maximum of 4 months"

"B-but, you don't have a teaching qualification in Japan… neither do you have a worker visa or even a temporal—"

"That only applies when I have an income of money uncle" I spoke nonchalantly. "I'm offering my services for free after all… last time I checked, charity doesn't need any legit regulations"

"But—"

"We very much welcome you to the U.A The World!" Chirped Nezu as he stood up with his paw outstretched. "Let us seal this deal with a shake of our hands!"

I happily obliged as my uncle stuttered while Eraser Head simply smashed his forehead onto the glass table, groaning.

Greato-daze. I'm now a part-time teacher teaching extracurricular activity: Actual-Fighting Class. Focusing on real-life situations and focusing on pushing the students to their limits and breaking them, I will spur these young heroes…

So when we face each other again, I'll enjoy watching them bleed.


To Be Continued


The reason why Nezu happily had Diego Brando into his institution was because his school was attacked by villains. Also, due to the fact that a villain that killed Diego's mother sided with the League of Villains, Nezu knows that Diego is on their side, although he will keep multiples of tabs on his every movement.

But that aside, a number 1 hero from another country just offered him the opportunity to teach his students to become stronger, which is what Nezu needs at the moment. He knows that the students of U.A are in danger thanks to the League of Villains, and he knows that it's important for his students to train hard and face the adversaries that would befall on them in the future. Although having a controversial hero might paint the academy's image bad, Nezu is the type of person/mouse to evaluate his students' lives more than the school's reputation. Moreover, even if his students weren't in need of dire help, there is little downfall of hiring Diego. After all, he is Italy's no.1.