Sacrifice

Hosu City.

Above a tall building, an oval-shaped Warp Gate quietly opened, and a gaunt person stepped out, followed closely Warp Gate Tomura Shigaraki, whose face was covered by a hand.

Shigaraki peered through his fingers at the city lights twinkling and vibrant after nightfall, and sighed, "Hosu City, surprisingly bustling... So, what do you want to do?"

The Hero Killer Stain crouched on the edge of the rooftop, his voice hoarse as he said, "To correct this city... more sacrifices are needed."

"This is what you call important? It doesn't suit you at all."

Stain stood up, opening his arms as if embracing the city. "Heroes, only those who have accomplished 'great deeds' deserve such a title, but in today's society, there are too many money-worshippers who call themselves 'heroes'!"

Stain drew a knife from behind his back and jumped from the top of the building, which was dozens of meters high!

"I will not rest until this city discovers its own errors!"

"He really has a fearless spirit, huh? Is he really a criminal?!" Shigaraki watched his departing figure, then suddenly his shoulders trembled violently. He clutched his hand and threw his head back, laughing loudly. "But you, great senior villain, did you think you could escape my revenge after slashing me once? I want to destroy everything you cherish!"

Hero Agency.

"That concludes this afternoon's patrol. If we maintain this level of intensity, the enemy will surely refrain from causing further trouble," a man said to Iida with a sigh, removing his helmet, which resembled a fish head.

He is the Pro Hero who founded this agency, the Manual, and it was he who specifically named Iida. He had worked with Iida's older brother before and was deeply saddened by Ingenium's death.

Tenya Iida sat in a chair, holding a bottle of orange juice and gulping it down, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.

"If only it were really as you said, senpai." Iida wiped his mouth and replied with a serious expression.

A careful investigation reveals that when Hero Killer stays in one place, at least four Pro Hero will be killed. In Hosu City, only Iida's brother has been killed so far.

It's easy to imagine that the Hero Killer is still in the shadows of this city, and perhaps... he's already targeting a Pro Hero right now!

Iida suddenly stood up, his body ramrod straight, and said loudly, "Senpai, I've rested enough, I'll go on patrol now!"

"We just got back?" Manual paused, watching Iida stride out of the office. He put down his water bottle, hurriedly grabbed his helmet, and followed Iida. "Wait for me, I'll go with you!"

It wasn't just Iida discovered the pattern that the Hero Killer always had to kill at least four people in one place; many self-aware Pro Hero flocked to the city to search for the Hero Killer lurking in the shadows, unaware that they were both hunters and prey.

The city had become Stain's hunting ground.

"Don't move!" A Pro Hero, dressed in a style reminiscent of Indian, aimed his bow and arrow at Stain. "I've finally found you, Hero Killer!"

His hero, named Indian, was skilled at tracking and locating enemies. He knew that someone like Stain his distinctive style of dress, would be exposed if he appeared in public, so he deliberately chose to search those dark streets. Sure enough, after several searches, he finally found the Hero Killer's trail in an alley.

He should have sought help and sent messages to other Pro Hero, but when he thought of his former teacher among those who had been harmed by the Hero Killer, he acted impulsively and rushed out!

"Oh, you found me so quickly?" The Hero Killer slowly turned his head, revealing his muscular, atrophied face. "Looks like you're not entirely useless after all."

Indian tightened his grip on the arrow. Just by Hero Killer's gaze, he felt a chill. He instantly sobered up, realizing he was no match for this man, but he would not choose to back down.

"Hero Killer, surrender! Although you harmed my teacher, and I deeply resent you... but if you surrender, I will not use my power to take your life!" Indian's voice trembled as he suppressed his rage. "You deserve to be punished by law, judged by the public, not by me... because I am the Pro Hero Indian!"

"Hero?" Stain hearing the word. He drew a knife from behind his back. "Who are you? What right do you have to call yourself a hero? That title can only be reserved for one person!"

Seeing that a peaceful resolution was impossible, the Indian didn't hesitate at all. He flicked the bowstring repeatedly, and three arrows shot out in an instant, flying towards the Hero Killer with overwhelming force!

"Three arrows, huh? Not bad, not the kind of guy who just sits there doing nothing..." Stain drew another knife, his hands waving around like forks, creating an impenetrable barrier in front of him, knocking all three arrows down.

"However, this city needs a sacrifice, and I have chosen you."

Indian reached into his quiver and drew his bow and arrows. The moment he looked up, he saw Stain's face, a mask of madness yet unwavering composure, looming large before him...

"Hero Killer, I really hope I don't run into him." Hizashi Yamada leaned against a glass wall, one hand in his pocket, the other tossing his communicator up and down like a pebble. "But, the treatment is so generous this time, I'll come even if it's risky."

Many Pro Hero have flocked to Hosu City. Some are seeking revenge for their murdered acquaintances, some want to eliminate this social menace, and some are after the government's generous reward...

But Hizashi Yamada was different; he was only after reputation and to protect his honor.

Two high school girls were walking hand in hand down the street when one of them inadvertently turned her head and saw Yamada leaning against the glass with a nonchalant expression. She let out a surprised scream and quickly nudged the arm of the girl next to her, "Look, that's the Pro Hero, Eye of Dawn! I can't believe he's come to our city!"

Upon hearing his hero's name, Yamada looked up, smiled, and waved to the two women. "Hello, you two lovely ladies. It's getting late, you'd better head home early."

The two girls nodded eagerly, excitedly discussing as they ran. "Yamada is so handsome! He's surprisingly gentle in person too. With him around, that Hero Killer will definitely surrender. He's our idol!"

Compared to the unkempt Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, who graduated in the same year as him, was very handsome, with stylish blond hair and eyes that shone like dazzling rubies. He was highly praised by both Pro Hero and ordinary citizens who had met him, and he had won the praise of many people.

--If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a single standout battle, he should be on the hero leaderboard.

Everyone felt the same regret.

Only Hizashi Yamada knew that the reason he wasn't on the rankings was simple: he wasn't the kind of good-natured person people praised, nor was he the kind of person who would sacrifice for others. He was just a con artist who had accidentally ended up on the stage.

He straightened up, patted off imaginary dirt, and said casually, "No problem. Even if I don't try, there will be powerful heroes like Endeavor All Might to solve this. I just need to create proof of my presence."

"I'll take a break once this is over..." Hizashi Yamada thought to himself as he yawned. As he walked, he glanced at the alley to his right and froze.

A ragged man with several weapons hanging from his body is pinning a Pro Hero to the wall with a knife.

Seeing a shadow suddenly appear on the ground, the Indian weakly turned his head and shouted loudly to Hizashi Yamada, "Quick, go and ask for help!"

Stain slowly turned his head. "Another sacrifice has appeared."