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[i]August 25, 2020 - Location: A bar at Kabukicho[/i][/CENTER]

Kazuhiro saw the kind of reaction Jin gave. Irritation. That meant he took offense to that. It also meant that they did probably have a plan. That was good. He could get behind this sort of group. Though he also mentioned that they only have a small group. Was it why they were recruiting? Why they were doing all this? It would make sense. But is it really a good idea? To join a seemingly "evil" organization? Would it really benefit him in any way? Questions raced through his mind as he looked at Jin.

His hand grabbed the autoinjector. He looked at it once more, debating heavily in his mind if this was a trick or not. Figuring that he had nothing to lose at this point, he injected himself with the fluid. And then. Nothing. Then he became short of breath - as if he had just ran a marathon. He shook his head and then looked back at Jin. What the hell? He certainly wasn't feeling any special.

Then he noticed Jin slowly backing away with his drink. Then came his warning. He turned around, eyes widened as fire spread out with a man kneeling within it. Then another one was losing control - his body contorting itself to some kind of ogre. Between that and the raging fire behind them, they were in quite a pickle. Was this what really went on for those who get their quirks? Did they not get even a hint of how to control it?

He looked at the man who flipped the table as some form of barricade. [color=limegreen]"Hey genius, you're not going to defeat that thing with a butterfly knife."[/color] He then looked back at the exit to see that that the fire was spreading that way. He clicked his tongue before looking at the others. [color=limegreen]"Anyone else wants to show off their quirk and be useful?"[/color] He then looked at the girl who had broken the window. Ah. Perfect! Kazuhiro pulled up one of the guys who was simply huddling in the corner with his hands covering his head and pushed him towards the window. 

He vaulted over the broken window and then stumbled outside, welcoming the fresh air. [color=limegreen]"Thanks, Miss. I owe you one."[/color] He told the blue haired girl. He then looked towards the burning bar and then commented, [color=limegreen]"Whoever that guy was knew that this was going to happen one way or another. I wonder what he was up to."[/color] He was just thinking to himself but anyone around his general vicinity would be able to hear him.