Hey guys, sorry for not uploading yesterday, I was busy (watching Invincible). Also, how do you guys like the new Jojo? It's so peak.
A bit of a shorter chapter since this was cut in half.
Also, we finally got a rating and it's 4.54, which is fucking insane. I got so many 3, 4, and 5 stars, it was crazy.
Ya'll goated as hell. Also, we reached the power stone goal of 300, so I'll try double uploading on Saturday.
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Itsuki stared at the ceiling, then it fell with a heavy CRASH, scattering in every direction. Dust and debris came crashing down toward him. Itsuki glanced at his wing and saw it still embedded in the wall. With one powerful thrust of his legs, he launched himself upward and grabbed it.
He landed back on the ground with a THUD, skidding slightly before turning toward his next direction. He didn't have a plan right now, so he'd have to improvise on the spot.
The whining and screaming of the people trapped beneath the rubble didn't bother Itsuki. He ignored the noise and kept walking, wing in hand, determined to find the person behind his years of investigation. This would be his first mission completed in this new world.
The alarm blurred in his head, his wings processing the sound. He considered reducing his hearing, but realized that while infiltrating a top-secret organization's hideout, it was best to stay as aware as possible.
"You've done well to enter level two of this base, but to get to the boss's layer, you'll have to go through me!" a voice called out.
Itsuki turned toward the sound and saw a bald man. He wore a deep black shirt and grey trousers, a mask covering his face. Crystals began materializing along his back and arm.
"I'll die before I let someone like you even see him," the man said, taking a stance, crystal-coated hands ready.
'Those things are sharp… a crystal-emitter type Quirk. Probably good for both offense and defense. Good versatility… so feathers won't just work.' Itsuki sighed.
"What are you? The boss's personal assistant?" Itsuki said, raising his fists.
"One of the Eight Bullets, Yu Hujo!" he declared, rushing forward and pulling back his fist. Itsuki quickly jumped back.
'With expanding crystals like his, I can't control his maai (engagement distance)… it's always shifting at an unpredictable rate,' Itsuki gritted.
He landed on one foot and used it to propel himself forward. Hujo reacted instantly, raising his crystals to block the incoming punch.
CRACK
Hujo stumbled back slightly, his crystals visibly shaken. Itsuki didn't let up, he followed with a barrage of punches and kicks, each one landing with heavy force.
BAMTHUDCRACK
Hujo gritted his teeth under the pressure, his feet sliding back despite himself.
"You're strong, I'll give you that…" Hujo grunted, still under the barrage. "…BUT NOT ENOUGH!"
Using the momentum of Itsuki's kick, Hujo shoved against it, throwing Itsuki off balance and forcing his leg further than intended, leaving him wide open.
'Shit, I'm open!'
Itsuki reacted instantly, crossing his arms over his chest to defend.
"Eat this!" Hujo roared, his crystal-covered fist slamming forward.
BOOM
Itsuki was sent flying, crashing into the ground. Bruises spread across his chest and face as blood dripped down…but he didn't care.
He immediately applied Reverse Cursed Technique. His wounds began repairing themselves: tissue and muscle knitting back together in a matter of seconds.
Hujo's face showed no surprise or shock.
Itsuki, on the other hand, looked annoyed.
"Didn't think I'd need to use this…" he muttered.
Itsuki dug his hand into his right shoulder deeper and deeper until he ripped it out with a wet SPLURT.
Blood spilled out like a flowing river as he winced slightly.
Then, almost instantly, Reverse Cursed Technique activated again, rebuilding bone, muscle, and tissue where his arm had been.
Meanwhile, the severed arm in his hand began to change.
He poured Reverse Cursed Energy into it, the limb twisted, warped, and reshaped itself into a double-edged sword.
'The Sword of Extermination… as long as I keep applying Reverse Cursed Technique, it won't break. Still… ripping off my right arm every time is a bit annoying.'
"Well, let's see if you can handle this." Itsuki smirked.
FLASH
In an instant, he appeared in front of Hujo and slashed across his face. Hujo didn't even react in time, blood dripping down as his eyes widened.
'What… I didn't even see him move. Did he get faster? And what is that wheel above his head… why is it spinning?!'
Another slash came which was too fast for him to block.
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
"You're a bit on the slow end… but then again, if I were packing multiple kilos of crystals, I would be too, I think," Itsuki taunted, slashing again. "Doesn't help when your crystals feel like mush."
"Mush? These are as hard as—"
His words were cut off as Itsuki appeared right in front of him and slowly drove the blade into his stomach.
SHNK
The sword pierced through layers of crystal that should've stopped any normal attack like a knife going through butter
"Wha… what are you doing…" Hujo coughed.
"Go to sleep. You look like you need to relax," Itsuki said calmly, pushing the blade deeper.
Hujo staggered back a few steps, then collapsed to the ground.
DROP
'Sorry, boss… I have failed you.'
His eyes shut.
Itsuki rolled his shoulder slightly, like he'd just finished a workout.
"He was a bit tough… but nothing special."
He deactivated the Sword of Extermination, feeding cursed energy into it until it disintegrated into nothing.
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Itsuki walked calmly through the hideout. He occasionally took down some people who tried being heroic and stopping him, but they never really slowed him down or gave him any trouble like Hujo did. Even if the resistance was pretty much useless, it was something at least.
Itsuki then arrived at a door which seemed to have a pin on it. It was reinforced metal and had several spikes on it as well.
"It's made so that anyone who tries forcing themselves through hurts themselves and fails. Well, it's not really the safest door—those with longer ranged destructive quirks would do pretty well, but anyone who relies on punches or physical contact might find themselves in a predicament," Itsuki analysed.
'But that's not a problem for me.' He placed his hand on the spikes and started imbuing them with cursed energy. The spikes, and soon enough the door itself, started disintegrating into nothing.
'Cursed energy is a very volatile type of energy. When you imbue too much of it, the object has a sort of "allergic reaction" and disintegrates. However, if it's applied carefully and gradually, it can turn into a cursed tool. But in this case, it's better that I just overuse my cursed energy.'
(A/N: I'm pretty sure this happened in the Geto vs Yuta fight and a few others. In case you don't believe me—I know some JJK fans can't read… I'm one of them, a true larper.)
As the door disintegrated and shattered, Itsuki took one step in and had a slight nervous smile as he saw who his opponent was.
A man with short brownish-red hair, a red and golden plague doctor-like mask, a green over-shirt with purple fur on the top, white trousers, and white gloves on his hands.
His back was facing Itsuki, but from one glance, Itsuki immediately knew who he was facing. Even with twenty percent of his memories of this verse gone—heck, even if it were 100%—he would still remember who this man was.
One of the most overpowered quirks in the show, arguably the second strongest. But not only was he born with a strong quirk, he was also smart, a genius who managed to expand his yakuza, even through the most scummy and dirty means. He had powerful subordinates known as the Eight Bullets.
A man of science. A man of power.
Overhaul.
He turned around and looked at Itsuki with a glare.
"So you're the rascal who's been causing some trouble here," he said. "And to think Hujo couldn't take care of it… what a useless subordinate. Did you kill him?" Overhaul asked.
"N-No, he's still alive," Itsuki said.
"Good."
"I'll make sure to kill him with my own hands," Overhaul added.
'I had nearly forgotten how sickening some people in this world are,' Itsuki thought. 'I'm not a hero, but I would never kill someone just for not doing their job.'
"Well, I guess it's better that I take care of you myself," Overhaul said as he took off his gloves.
Itsuki remembered what that meant and immediately jumped back. A bunch of spikes came flying up at him; he managed to stop most of them, but one clipped his ankle. Blood dripped down, but he healed it just as quickly as it appeared.
"So you've got some skill," Overhaul noted. "I hate getting my hands dirty, but I'll have to."
The room got visibly smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Itsuki tensed up, his wings detecting his surroundings, his 360-degree awareness coming into use.
Overhaul had already appeared behind him but it was too late. Itsuki only managed to turn his head for a microsecond before Overhaul's cold hands landed on his shoulders.
SPLAT
His body scattered into a disassembled mess. Overhaul looked like he had just finished overtime from work, completely unbothered, only slightly annoyed.
"At the end of the day, like the filth you are, you're nothing more than an ant in this world," he said, walking toward a nearby sink.
But as he walked, he noticed someone. A small child with a small horn on her head, bright red eyes, and light blue hair. She had bandages wrapped all around her and a frightened look on her face. She wore a grey dress that hung to her legs. She struggled to walk and looked confused.
"What did I tell you, child!" Overhaul gritted his teeth. "Only move when you are told to. Filthy cur, bringing nothing but pain to those around you," he said angrily.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I wa—"
"No more of that. Where is that caretaker? I'll have to kill them for your disobedience," Overhaul said.
Eri was visibly shaken and looked like she was about to cry.
"You may be strong, but that is no way to talk to a child, Mr. Chisaki," a voice called out from below. Itsuki's body was regenerating at an alarming rate, within seconds, it was already completely healed.
"You're still alive, you dirty rascal! Child, stay here. I'll kill him in front of your eyes and if you look away, I'll kill you as well," Overhaul threatened.
Eri shook as tears began to stream down her face.
A punch landed on his chin, catching him off guard.
"Keep that mouth shut," Itsuki said, "or I really will kill you."
"As if you could," Overhaul scoffed. Multiple spikes shot toward Itsuki, followed by a barrage of more.
Pieces of the environment were launched at him, spikes, poles, anything Overhaul could reconstruct was thrown his way.
*CLICK*
"You're Quirk… I understand it now!" Itsuki declared as he rushed forward despite the barrage. He appeared right below Chisaki and threw an uppercut, then followed with kicks to the side, launching him upward before slamming him back down.
CRASH
"Hey, Eri… sorry about that. Want to get out of here?"
"No… no no no! Get away or he'll—he'll kill you!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Calm down. I'm the strongest," Itsuki said with a small smile.
"Y-you're the strongest…?" Eri repeated. "No… he'll kill you, and then it'll all be my fault…"
'Shit, I don't have much time. I need to get her out of danger as soon as possible,' Itsuki thought.
"Don't worry. That won't happen," Itsuki said as he picked her up.
"N-No, let me go!!" A yellowish glow emanated from Eri as her powers activated, but for Itsuki, it had little effect.
"Nooo!! I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" she cried as her power intensified.
"Calm down, Eri. I'm fine."
Her eyes widened, and her tears slowly stopped.
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
With a clean punch reinforced by cursed energy, he tore through the ceiling. Holding Eri close, he jumped through the opening and landed in an open space.
"Hey Eri, this is my phone. Stay here for five minutes, I'll be back. You can play some games or watch something, just don't be bored, okay? I promise I'll be back," Itsuki said as he handed it to her.
'Fighting while protecting a child isn't optimal. Even if Overhaul wouldn't risk losing Eri… she could still get caught in the crossfire.'
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A/N: Welp, extending into a third part.
I do actually have more time to write but forgot I had a date. Which is really funny because I always forget. Although it's a nice change of pace after that dreadful exam I had yesterday.
Pray for me guys.
You know the goals:
300 - 1 extra chapter (completed)
600 - extra chapter (halfway there)