[img] https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/UDDlroTupm84eQZ1emRF22dAMyq7Mb04jN4HCtsnvXw/https/media.discordapp.net/attachments/846175233161166909/846190360190517288/unknown.png[/img] [h1][color=6633ff][b]Yozoru Hoshi[/b] [sub]The Cosmic Hero[/sub][/color] [/h1] [img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/842593220734746665/843489685509898270/image0.jpg[/img] [h1][color=33ff99][b]Nikushimi Shinsetsuna[/b] [sub]The Malicious Hero[/sub][/color] [/h1] Upon the arrival of Snake-Eyes, the entire room was lit up with intimidation, amazement and awe. A great deal of confusion as well. Not even five minutes ago was she on a live conference, and several other students knew this as well, did she just hack into the feed on her way here? If she did, it went without saying that she was fiercely efficient with her time. That, however was a given for her reputation. Yozoru was certainly amazed to see a woman of her stature emerge out of nowhere...[color=6633ff]”I didn’t know you’d be here. Are the other pros coming to?”[/color] [color=33ff99]”I’m getting to that. Now. To answer everyone’s questions. Firstly, I am here to collect my interns. Second. I’m extending the offer to everyone else who hasn’t taken the chance. I was dead serious when I said I’d accept everyone who wanted to train with me. This is your last chance, if anyone whatsoever wants to come, speak right now.”[/color] In the grand scheme of things, she only had 6 interns out of an entire school. [color=33ff99]”I’m assuming many of your fellow students have already made decisions to join other agencies, either as paiges or pawns, but this is indeed a difficult choice. The agency you choose to work under will train you, and some train you differently than others. I will work with every intern to teach them to the best of their own quirks’ abilities. Make no mistake: There is no measure I will not take for the good of the next generation.”[/color] As usual, she was very firm in her words. Mutations, Accumulations, it didn’t matter. Japan needed heroes without discrimination. [color=33ff99]”If there is even a hint of dedication in you, I will accept you. Other pro heroes, such as Selica, Ryu, and False Hydra, will be here shortly, if you wish.”[/color] The air went dead silent as she stood around a crowd of shaken and uncertain students. Some of them had already received the rank of Paige, and could work on their own, but most of them were just Pawns, meaning they had no heroic authority in the slightest. Meanwhile, Yozoru’s feet shifted a little, she hadn’t yet decided on an agency to intern with. If she wanted to, she could forgo that, but training is important. [color=6633ff]”I’ll go. My name’s Yozoru. Yozoru Hoshi! I want to be as great a hero as I can be...”[/color] [color=33ff99]”Alright, Yozoru, that’s seven...Anyone else?”[/color] [h1][sub][color=red]Meanwhile, in Zeal’s hometown...[/color][/sub][/h1] Many miles from Eirei, in the place called Shakuganshima, where the legendary Zeal was born, the people mourned. The streets were silent and dismal with cold fire. Nichirin tournaments were haulted, and memorials stood as reminders of Zeal’s glory. However, while the land was in sorrow, one in particular stood atop a building with a look of satisfaction on his face. Zeal was dead. His dreams would be carried further now. Not the man staring down at the image in sadness, but the dreams of The Godfather, as were those of the fathers before him. The onlooker was the treacherous, and frighteningly capable Evergaze. The ultimate top dog of the League of Villains, controller of a vast web of actions and info, the Father’s right hand man. He was the bridge between the League and Keyaru, and Keyaru’s greatest instrument. The people were distraught. [i]Weak.[/i] They all rejoiced in Zeal’s reign like a pack of bloated lions praise their hunters. They must all struggle to fill the void. It made Evergaze smile. He wore a matte purple blazer, with a gray shirt underneath. A very formal and forgetful image. He raised his left arm and pulled his sleeve back to reveal a device similar to a watch. On its black, electronic surface was a hand with its five fingers splayed outwards in solid white. He tapped the screen a few times as it began vibrating. Ringing. [color=red]”Godfather Keyaru...I’m in Shakuganshima for the confirmation you asked of me. Your assumptions were correct. These people are in absolute [i]anguish[/i] over the falling of their beloved firestarter...”[/color] He remarked in a singsong voice, clearly amused by these malicious machinations. A moment of silence... [color=red]”No, I’ve not been spotted...Of course, my spies can garner that information while I turn my eyes to the big prize, unless of course, you would rather I see to it myself.”[/color] The next steps shall be taken. [color=red]”As you say, Godfather. Worry not, Shakuganshima won’t be doing anything any time soon. Of course, you must know, [i]he[/i] will only grow fat from the strength of all this...poetic sorrow.”[/color] [color=red]”While I have nothing less that unbridled reverence for your word, I do feel we must give Saikyono some attention.”[/color] An almost poetic tone in his voice. This grief will only make that man more powerful. [color=red]”As you wish, Godfather...I must take my leave now. We will speak again.”[/color] A click, and a silent swan dive off the roof later, and the slyest villain in Japan was gone. [color=red]”Poor Zeal...Hahaha.”[/color]