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My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Meruem Kiryu

Meruem's normal excitement was dampened. One of the downfalls to being him was feeling every mote of tragedy. It was a more than a double-edged sword. It was a morning star ultimately drawn back to it wielder. He kept the frown that stain his heart from his face, being content with the average dullness that any student would wear during class.

Better not kill anyone today, was his first thought. It's not their fault someone died... But you can feel it can't you? that black orb expanding in your chest, seeping into your eyes. For a fraction of a second, his eyes flickered black before returning to normal. NO!, I won't let it out. This isn't grade school anymore. You're not that monster. You're a hero now.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend Kinora followed Clara's lead. He sensed her distaste for the name, Claire, and noted never to call her that again. If managing a group of "Abandoned" had taught him anything, it was picking up on the quaint vibes. Her question had paused him mid-pick, his thumb and forefinger loose on the stem of a mushroom. It was quiet but he let out a weird Hmmp!.

"Personal reasons, I suppose. There's some business I've gotta take care of. A promise of sorts," he told her while plucking another mushroom from the vibrant greenery. A kind breeze swept across him, the kind that he'd learn to embrace and enjoy. They came less frequently than he'd like. He face the wind, closed his eyes, and ceased all thought.

When it died down, a serene sigh left him. "Y'know, Clara, this isn't so bad. A little easier than I thought it'd be. It has me restless to be honest. But I could get use to it, y'know? Walking these lands has been the most free I've ever felt. Perhaps being a Hunter isn't as hard as I first thought." He laughed then, a hearty, powerful chuckle.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

He would have to explain himself properly to her one day. It never did sound right when he tried to play the martyr. Best guess would be it just didn't fit his persona. It was too angel-like, truth was though he was so use to being the martyr. It came second nature to him now. What he really wanted to tell her was, that he'd willing put his life on the line for her. But that was too mushy, too emotional.

So he took her words in, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled as he followed her down the beaten path. As Clara moved, he could see the fluidity of a disciplined fighter. She had potential, it wasn't just her form that told him that. It was her smarts, the amount of brainpower she had used so far was indicative of her grit.

"This isn't just some job to you is it, Claire?" he asked, hoping the nickname wasn't stepping on toes.

Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

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Yon-Ging ☉

Yon-Ging felt the weight of Detective Vell's words now. They drilled into his brain like tendrils, subsequently causing worry and caution. Even in the midst of the bloody conflict, which he now went helmet-less in, his eyes bore that timeless apathy. As if nothing matter. And yet, he fought as if everything depended on his survival.

A half-dozen burly screams and wails weren't completely silenced but muffled as he zoned-in on his next opponent. A grey creature long-legging its way towards him. He rushed in, noticing out his periphery a silvery being lunging up. The moment he met the charging creature, he drove his blade deep into its chest, twisted them both around, and skewered its falling comrade. They were like kabobs before they vanished like glittering smoke.

Yon stood up from his fallen position and wiped the copper taste of blood from his lower lip. Foul creatures. They're certainly not made of flesh and bone. Are they some kind of subspecies of Heartless? I'll have to ask, Master Oniyen if I ever get the chance.

He put down the grey creatures one by one until he noticed a bear-of-a-man confronting a pink-haired reaper. The hooded figure from before looked young. Far too young to be commanding an invading army. The hulking man, decked down in the colors of a Royal Guard looked beaten. His armor was dented, torn in weak-spots, and ultimately defeated. Yet he knelt, shivering and laboring, with claymore in hand, ready to die to defend the Government Building.

Yon-Ging ran up to provide support, a sweet scent was unnaturally in the air dancing alongside the unmistakable smell of blood. The Royal Guard looked Yon up and down. "I won't reject your help. Just be sure you're resolved to die if need be."

Yon-Ging thought that one sentence had held such stupidity that he refused to reply to it. Instead, he pointed his chipped sword towards the scythe-wielding man, hoping the dangerous object would be a sufficient distraction. For in his other hand, hidden away by his side-ways stance was Detective Vell's handgun. Just one shot, he thought.

Gon-Yang had taught him plenty in that one year, things that were normally impossible. He'd reveal one of them now. It happened within a single second, he threw the broad sword and it spun unnaturally fast. So fast that light seemed visible with its every rotation.

Strike Raid.

He had practiced that move for months on end. Told that only those truly kissed by The Light could use it. Gon said that his blood flowed thick, so surely he could do it too. Within the same moment, Yon pulled the handgun from his side and shot three of the six bullets it had. His aim was focused on the man's shoulder.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Almond? Well he couldn't say he had heard that one before. It was a tad dry but the mistake hadn't be looked over. "Oh come on, Almond? really? Its, Armend, Clara. Armend Kinora. And as your new partner, I sincerely hope you don't forget it." He shook his head and let the drink hang in his loose grip.

He had a bit on his mind during the long trek. Things that were too late to contemplate. Like "What did I get myself into?" and "All this just to show up one dirty bastard." Reminders on top of reminders flooded him. It was more than just some petty grudge. That son-of-a-cow had disgraced not only him but his comrades too. Taking everything he held dear was the least he could do. The most was outright killing him.

But he didn't want to do that. He liked to think he was better than a murderer.

The trek was lightweight for him. So he entered the tent, found a small stool, and squatted on it. For a moment he felt he owed, Clara a discloser. "Listen, Clara, I'm new to the hunting scene. If I fuck up, don't get yourself killed trying to save me. I dove headfirst into this, so I expect bumps and bruises, got it. In other words, if things get dicey because of myyyy... my lack-of-know-how just let me go." As he spoke calmly about his own demise, he made his way to the chest and gathered anything he felt necessary.

Plenty of drink, plenty of first aid, and of course that handy map. He opened it and just quickly closed it. "Uhh, can you read this thing?" he wondered.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend reached for the drink and took a nice swig of it. The regard he had for himself and other people's germs were non-existent, especially with the amount of dry mouth he held. A good gulp later and he was admiring the unusually clear sky of a volcano village. He imagined red billowing clouds would be the constant forecast for Cantarco. He jogged next to Clara and held her drink for her to grab.

"Thanks, Partner." Partner had a nice emphasis on it, one that was added upon with a smirk.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend shrugged his shoulders with a whimsical smile. So they were officially partners now. He locked his hands behind his head and sauntered behind her, following behind with a undeserving confidence. "Hey, can I get something to drink first? I'm thirsty."

"Claaaraaa? hey, ya hear me? I'm dying here."

Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

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Yon-Ging ☉

It was the smell of the room that he hated. Sterilized and medical. As if they had scrubbed away all their stains and impurities; putting on the facade that they were good and just. Like angels, except some believed angels and demons were one and the same. Yon-Ging tended to fall in that category aswell. The citizens of Dawn Island viewed the Royal Family as "blessed ones"; once ordinary people before being kissed by The Light.

And yet here he stood, in the very heart of their operations, being released from his monthly questioning. He pulled his backpack over an arm and started towards the mechanized door. A red light went green on the panel next to it. It hissed open and as he stepped forth to leave, Detective Vell's voice chimed.

"Yon, if you happen to learn anything about your father, do contact me as soon as possible. I... I know this gets frustrating. The questions-"

"The interrogations you mean?" Yon-Ging corrected.

She paused before letting out a cool breath, "You was gone for a year, Yon. You nor your mother is willing to talk. I can't bargain with my superior when you give me nothing to bargain with. You think about that. You have a promising future. Top of your class, number one Tyro for a position in the Royal Guard." She stepped to his side, her violet eyes equally disappointed and equally threatening. "Don't squander it over a criminal."

Yon-Ging didn't meet her gaze. "Sure thing, Detective Vell."

After a few more choice words about his future, she officially let him go. Which meant he would spend the next fifteen minutes making his way out the Government Building. He fell into the deep, ignoring the stares that he usually gathered. Like his father, Gon-Yang, he was a visage unlike most of Dawn Islands' residents. He was a few shades darker, his eyes a brilliant gold. It was enough for any Guard, royal or not, to put two and two together. That Yon-Ging and Gon-Yang was in some form related.

The view outside the glass elevator was, as usual, serene. From high up, the perpetual autumn that consumed Dawn Island looked more like soft firelight. Embers dancing in phantasmal parades, background by clear skies and tall skyscrapers.

He smirked then felt the whole of the moving-room shake violently. Instinctively he held tight to the curving rail inside. The far-off screams and cries of battle soon roared to life below him. Yon-Ging mushed his face against the glass to see the ground below. Smudges of grey twisted and twirled towards the buildings while Guards dressed in black and blue met them with swords in hand.

"Right," he muttered, his friends and family instantly in his mind.

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He found the armory faster than expected, dressing himself in the typical armor of the Guard. A familiar voice startled him enough that he brandished the sword. "Yon, the hell are you still doing here?! Don't you here the alarms, Dawn Island is being invaded."

A technique his father had taught him was enough to fix his unsteady heartbeat. "I know. I'm going to fight them back.
I have family that I'd rather not get mixed up in the bloodshed. The attackers are a small force led by a hooded figure." He answered her question before she could get it out. "Seen them on the elevator. Figured you could use help."

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

His curiosity piqued, Armend flourished the dual blades with a surprising amount of natural talent before turning to Cyrus. "Mushroom Hunting? That should be easy. Do you have like a basket or something? You guys making soup later? cause to be honest I'm soooo hungry."

He brought the blades to his side and peeked over towards Clara. I'm not surprise by the Greatsword, I could tell she'd be the manly type.

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Meruem Kiryu

The news had hit him hard, the realization that it could have been anyone in that classroom, even harder. His gut went from corkscrewing to crashing. A blaze had ignited but it was accented by the black cloud that billowed from it, smothering the rage with a heavy depression. Second day of class and U.A. already has its first victim. He dove into his bookbag, pulled out his journal, and scratched a deep line in the name: Engine-Boy???

His fist balled so tightly on his desk that his nails drew blood. A darkness lurked in his usual bright eyes, a depth of terror and mystery. He stood up from his desk without a word, grabbed the tech-savvy suit case with his costume in it and sat back down. He opened it and emotion flooded him. The costume he had envisioned was there. All brave and heroic, a symbol, or future symbol at least, of what he believe safety was. What a father's protective embrace would be in material form.

He reached inside, pulled it out, and pulled it close to his face. Not a tear had swelled in his eyes, not tremble of his lips had occurred. And still, a powerful emotion was pulsating from him. That moment had reinstated his reasons for becoming a hero. A peer had been killed but if he had been an active hero, it wouldn't had happened.

Carefully he folded it back up and closed it. He leaned back, hands stuff deep in his pockets, and struggled to find the enthusiasm he held so close before.