My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia-Chapter 130 - 126 Reunion 1

Hey Guys. Took the last two days off as I was feeling really GREAT. Also trying to gather my thoughts and and ideas. Anyway, here we are. New week, New Chapter. Enjoy.

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"Sorry," Yuta said in perfect English. "But who decided that?"

King Kinetic’s eyes went wide with shock and pain. "Y-you ... Aren’t a Phillipine hero? ..."

"No. So what makes you think you get to surrender after trying to kill civilians twice?"

King Kinetic’s face was a mask of disbelief and agony, his body dangling like a broken doll from Yuta’s iron grip. What sort of bullshit luck was this?

"You... you can’t..." the villain wheezed, spit and blood flecking Yuta’s hood. "The cameras... they’re all watching... I surrendered... You can’t just kill me."

Yuta’s frown deepened with mounting irritation.

"You do know that the more you say that, the less I actually care, right?"

".."

King Kinetic’s mouth worked silently, trying to find words. Trying to find some leverage, some argument that would work on this hooded stranger who clearly didn’t give a damn about local laws or protocols.

Yuta’s grip shifted slightly on the broken wrist. He didn’t squeeze harder. Merely adjusting his grip yet that alone made the villain whimper.

Seeing the growing horror in his eyes, Yuta was slightly startled.

’What am I doing?’

The thought cut through his anger, dissipating the bulk of it.

’I’m standing here threatening to kill someone. In front of witnesses. On camera.’

Yuta’s eyes flicked to the crowd. Phones raised. Recording everything.

’This isn’t justice. This is just... anger.’

He looked back at King Kinetic, completely at his mercy.

Finally, Yuta released the collar. Let the villain drop.

King Kinetic hit the ground and immediately scrambled backward, pressing himself against the lamppost, cradling his broken wrist. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"You’re lucky," Yuta said, his voice changing to a deeper touch of a young man as the distortion faded. "I’m not what you think I am."

"Then what are you?" King Kinetic gasped.

"Tired." Yuta turned away, walking towards the alley.

’Hungry too.’

"Sandali! Maghintay ka!" (Wait! Hold on!)

Silver Surfer’s voice tore through the silence of the street. She hadn’t moved to arrest the villain yet; her eyes were locked on Yuta’s retreating back.

"Huh?" Yuta paused.

The woman seemed to be struggling to find the right words in a language he might understand.

"You... wait!" she shouted in English, her accent thick. "You can’t just go! The damage... the statements... you have no license here!"

Yuta’s dwindling irritation seemed be doused with oil.

"License?" He let out a laugh that wasn’t quite a laugh.

How rich. "Get the statements from them," Yuta said, gesturing toward the civilians huddled behind his earth wall.

"They’re the ones you almost let die."

With that, he disappeared into the alley, leaving behind a broken villain, a shocked hero, and dozens of recording phones capturing every second.

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[MANILA – MARKET DISTRICT – AFTERMATH]

The sirens were deafening. The sun reflecting off the red and blue sirens. News vans and Local reporters had already crowded the scene, gathering reports on the incident that took place barely am hour ago.

Not far away, local Hero Silver Surfer guarded the sidelines as she stood next to the cuffed King Kinetic. The villain was no longer talking about lawyers. He was staring at the crater where he’d been slammed, his body shaking in delayed shock.

The civilians didn’t cheer for the arrival of the police. Instead, they walked toward the jagged wall of earth Yuta had raised. A few touched the stone, marveling at the fact that it hadn’t crumbled under a blast that should have leveled the block.

One young girl, still clutching a tattered bag of fruit, looked toward the alley where the gray-hooded figure had vanished.

"Sino siya, Nay?" (Who is he, Mom?)

Her mother had no answer. Just pulled her daughter closer and whispered a quiet prayer of thanks.

"Excuse me, Ma’am." Silver Surfer who had been watching, turned as a local police captain approached, his brow furrowed as he looked from the bent lamppost to the now unconscious King Kinetic.

"We need a full report of the situation"

Silver Surfer’s mercury features flickered. "Villain attack. King Kinetic. Known repeat offender. He fired kinetic blasts at civilians."

"And the vigilante?"

"I don’t know," she uttered. "Unknown individual. Young Male. Early twenties I think. Black clothing. Enhanced physical abilities. ..."

She gestured to the crowd, face flat. "You can get the rest from them."

The officer tapped notes into his tablet. "And the suspect’s injuries?"

Her brows furrowed even more. "Do I look like a doctor to you? Get an ambulance if you wanna know."

Before the officer could respond, a young man in a hero sidekick uniform rushed up, slightly out of breath.

"Silver Surfer! Ma’am!"

She turned. "What is it?"

"You’re needed at HQ immediately. The Bureau of Hero Affairs just called. They’ve seen the footage of the fight and they want a debriefing immediately. The Department of Justice is calling it a priority incident."

Silver Surfer let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing her temples. She looked at the wreckage of the street and then at the sidekick.

"A lady can’t get a break around here," Her time was grumbling, realizing the paperwork for this was going to be a nightmare.

"Fine. Let’s go. But I’m not paying shit for the wall."

Without waiting for a response, she shifted into her liquid mercury form and flowed away.

The officer watched her go, then looked at the ruined street.

"Get me every piece of footage from every phone," he said to his subordinates. "I want a full analysis. Quirk identification. Movement patterns. Everything."

"Sir, should we issue a warrant for the vigilante?"

The officer hesitated. Looked at the civilians, safe and unharmed and ultimately shook his head. "Hold on that. Let’s see what the bureau wants first."

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[U.A. HIGH SCHOOL – PRINCIPAL NEZU’S OFFICE – 2:45 PM]

Nezu sat surrounded by monitors, each displaying different news feeds, social media posts, and police databases from across Southeast Asia.

One screen showed a video that had already gone viral. Shaky phone footage of a hooded figure blocking a kinetic blast with one arm, the dark silver energy coating visible for just a moment before dissipating. Another angle showed the same figure lifting King Kinetic off his feet, speaking words the audio couldn’t quite catch, then dropping him and walking away.

A third showed the massive earth wall, still standing hours after the incident.

Nezu replayed the clips, analyzing every frame.

’From the speed he shows, there’s an eighty five percent chance that it’s him.’

His gaze fell on the earth wall image. "Though I don’t quite remember this being part of his skillset."

His mind drifted to Hosu, where someone else had used the same thing. However, the scale then was much weaker than this one. After all, that was for only two people then.

’Hmm ... How interesting.’ With Aizawa and All Might’s departure, Nezu of course hadn’t simply waited for Yuta to get in touch but actively sought him out instead.

’Young Akutami is intelligent, but he’s also sixteen and traumatized. He will make mistakes. And when he does...’

Sure enough, he didn’t have to wait too long after and this happened. ’However, if this is him, his current mental state is quite precarious.’

The brutality of the wrist-break in the footage hadn’t escaped Nezu’s notice.

Thankfully however, he had made the right choice.

’That means the trauma hasn’t completely consumed him.’

Nezu made notes in his digital file:

SUBJECT: AKUTAMI, YUTA

LOCATION: Manila, Philippines

STATUS: Alive, mobile

PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE: Volatile but controlled

THREAT ASSESSMENT: Moderate to self and others if left unattended

RECOMMENDATION: Immediate contact and extraction

He leaned back in his chair.

’Now to get in contact without scaring him away.’

Just then, his private line rang. He answered immediately.

"Yes?"

Nezu listened without interuption. His expression shifting from curiosity to a genuine, warm delight.

"I see. That is quite the timing," He said into the receiver. "Is the stability consistent? Excellent. No, do not move her yet. I will be there shortly to handle the explanation personally. It would be best if she hears it from me."

He hung up the phone and hopped down from his chair, grabbing his small blazer.

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[U.A. INFIRMARY]

Recovery Girl stood beside the bed, checking vitals on a tablet.

On the bed, Aiko Akutami blinked, her vision slowly clearing. Trying to piece together the last thing she remembered.

Her left hand was being clutched by a small figure sitting on a chair pulled up to the bedside.

Eri.

The little girl’s face was tear-streaked, her small hands gripping her mother’s with desperate intensity.

"Mama," Eri whispered. "Mama, you’re awake. You’re okay. You’re ..."

"I’m here, sweetheart." Aiko’s voice was hoarse. "I’m here."

"Mama" A small, choked sob came from her.

A soft knock at the door drew their attention. Nezu pushed the door open, his usual cheerful demeanor on full display.

"Forgive the intrusion," Nezu said, his tone warm. "But I wanted to personally welcome you back, Mrs. Akutami."

Aiko blinked, processing. "Principal?"

"Indeed." He walked closer and bowed. "You’ve been unconscious for several days. Recovery Girl assures me you’re making an excellent recovery."

"My... my son." Aiko’s voice cracked. "Yuta. The train. Is he .."

"That," Nezu interrupted gently, his smile widening, "is precisely why I’m here."

Aiko’s eyes widened. Eri looked up, tears still streaming down her face.

"I have wonderful news for you, Mrs. Akutami." Nezu’s voice fell into her ears.

"Your son is alive."

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