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Beginning of Chapter
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-Location: Somewhere within the Hero Commission Headquarters
"This doesn't make sense. It's too perfect." Jogo said. The man, known by few as the cursed spirit of fire was pacing back and forth in his office.
His desk has several files open, laptop screens displaying maps with points marked. On the wall opposite him was a large map of Japan, pins connected by red wool threads.
"The kidnappings, they are all quirk users... Quirks that are useful... I mean most of them are."
Jogo was the head of the investigation department within the Hero Commission. Currently in his own office, no windows and one door.
Recently in Japan there have been multiple kidnappings that the Commission instantly took charge of investigations. Jogo being the lead detective.
Jogo was dressed in a leopard style shirt, with black pants. The skin on his arms dark with cracks, a mix of red and orange light emanating softly from his exposed arms.
'We set up bait, we on purposely sacrificed an important member, with a decently good quirk... and the mission went south... for the 8th damn time.'
The Hero Commission planned to capture the culprits, either human traffickers or slavers since those are usually the main ones respond for these style kidnappings.
Eight different missions. Eight different sacrifices.
Eight different failures...
'Wait... we did this eight times... They were too perfect... Almost as if they had time to plan for it and-..."
Jogo's crimson eyes lit up, realising something. He rushed to his laptop before he finished his thoughts and began typing and clicking.
On the screen displayed the only people who knew... Every single time the team changed, expect for 2 people. Two people, the leader of the operations, and the main attacker if things went wrong.
Ryomen Satoru, Jogo were the names displayed on the screen with their personal files open.
He chuckled dryly as he looked at the screen.
'A mole. But having Ryomen be a mole... It doesn't even make sense... Then again, doesn't hurt to integrate him, I get him annoy him at least."
He got out of his chair calmly, putting his white furry scarf on as he turned to the map on the wall before walking out of the office.
He stood before the door. 'Should I not confirm with the President Kamizono first...' He thought, debating with himself.
"Oh well, doesn't matter."
He closed the door behind him, the clicks of it automatically locking heard as he finally walks down the Hall.
'He should be training, I'll head over to the training grounds."
The thought to himself as he walked through the hallways, passing agents who he greeted with a nod.
'Time for some fun.'
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-Location: Near the Egde of Tokyo: Hero Commission Training Complex
Loud banging could be heard through out the training grounds. It was nearly empty, save for a few figures walking around ignoring the sound.
Ryomen was standing there, throwing punches at the steel block in front of him, minor dents being seen.
His hands were bloody as he was shirtless, his muscular body had a thin layer of shine from the sweat.
He was punching the steel block leaving minor dents in it with each punch, letting out pants through gritted teeth from the pain growing through his firsts and arms.
He punched it again before immediately retracting his hand from it, eyes wide as instead of just the painful sensation of bashing bare knuckles with the broken skin around it, he felt an intense burning when his punch landed.
He stumbled backwards in the moment clearly taken by surprise before looking around to understand what had happened.
"Working hard or hardly working, am I right?" Jogo gave a dry chuckle. His hand along the side of the end of the block.
Ryomens jaw tightened as he brought his hand to pinch his nose in annoyance, the skin on his knuckles already healing as he understood what happened.
'Just my luck...'
"Great, what now rip off Endeavor." He shot back now eyeing him. He approached Jogo, cracking his now fully healed knuckles.
Jogo like wise came close to stand in front of him. The two were the same size. 6 foot tall [1.8meters], Ryomen being the more muscular one, while Jogo was more athletic built, slender and muscular.
Ryomen stared directly into Jogo's eyes, clear annoyance written all over his face.
"You know, I just felt something was off with the recent missions." Jogo leaned in to his ear. "The Quirk Kidnaps."
Ryomen's eyes narrowed at first before he raised an eyebrow. He backed off to where he was training, getting his shirt off the nearby dummy. "Oh really. Well do entertain me with your boring detective work Sherlock."
As Ryomen began putting on his shirt, closing the buttons one by one, Jogo dropped his new revelation.
"You're the Mole."
The air was suddenly tense. The tension starting to build, along with Ryomen's anger. Hushed whispers started with all having one common word. "Mole?"
"What the actual fuck do you mean Jogo." He turned out to Jogo, his hands twitching as the space around them slightly started to warp.
"What I'm sthicg? Are you too thick to understand?" Jogo said with a smirk, leaning against the wall.
"... I will-..." He took a deep breathe and exhaled, eyes locked on Jogo and his smirk
Suddenly, someone rushing onto the training grounds, using his wings to rush to the scene, knowing far well the short fuse that is Sukuna.
Ryomen rolled his shoulders looking at Jogo as he lifted his hand up in a finger gun style, the space now visibility warping.
In response, Jogo pushed himself off the wall and cocked a fist, volcanic flames appearing, covering and costing his fist to his shoulder.
Both ready to fight, attacks charged. Jogo dashed to close the distance, raising his fist, Sukuna aimed at him to unleash his attack.
"Dis-..."
"Eru-.."
Right as they were about to announce their attacks, a figure jumped in-between them, Jogo swerved out the way to avoid hitting the person as Ryomen's eyes widened, glad he didn't fire this attack.
The ground slightly scorched withered Jogo landed, Ryomen put his hand down as he scoffed in annoyance.
The man before them is a lean, athletic young man with sharp golden-brown eyes and messy blond hair.
He has large, bright red wings extending from his back . His hero costume was a tan jacket with fur lining, black pants, gloves, and yellow-tinted goggles.
This was the one and only Hawks, the golden child of President, and the public representative of the Hero Commission, Hawks.
He stood in between them, sweat dripping from his brow ad he gave a weak chuckle.
"Hey, Jogo and Ryomen... What's this about." He said, trying to appear casual with the situation, the nervous tone in his voice making it clear he was scared half to death by his stunt.
He was truly terrified, even thankful they stopped, he knew they would of obliterated him in their clash.
"What the Hell Hawks, I was about to kick that assholes ass before I nearly lobotomised you!" Ryomen shouted at Hawks approaching him.
"If either of us hit you-" Before he could finish the sentence Hawks interrupted.
"Then Madame Reinka Kamizono would have to deal with you both." He said, now regaining his confidence while looking up at Ryomen's tall stature, with him looking down at Hawks, being 5'9 foot tall [1.7 meters]
"Two people, with powerful quirks. Easily able to be top 4 pro heroes, about to have a brawl here? We're at the training grounds but even soo...
We are still in Tokyo, it may be the edge of it, but a guy who is a volcano, while the other is a deadlier knives thrower, at least part of Tokyo would be gone in a battle."
Jogo stood up and dusted himself. "Apologies Hawks. We didn't thin-..." Ryomen spoke over Jogo as the two stared again at each other.
"This clown is accusing me of being a mole. You think Ill let that slide from a knock off Endeavour?" Ryomen stated. Hawks turned to Jogo, who didn't deny the statement yet offended efore he turned to Ryomen and spoke.
"Okay. We will talk with Madame and Detective Tsukauchi and Jogo to sort this out. Instead of rushing to murder someone over a estimated guess."
Ryomen huffed before he walked away from Hawks and Jogo, leaving the area.
Jogo saw this and began his deduction. 'He reacted normal to it, which is difficult to know if it was to protect himself or if he's just genuinely pissed about it.'
"Jogo, why didn't you speak to-..." Jogo cut Hawks off before he could finish.
"I don't answer to you kid. I did what I did. I'll speak to her later." And with that, he turned his back and also began to leave.
Hawks stood alone there now, wings at his side, burn prints on the ground, where one of the worse battles could of happened between two monsters.
If it weren't for the ever so brilliant Golden Child. Madame favourite agent. The reason for Jogo and Sukuna stopping when he stood in-between them.
"I need a massage" He said as I slump down to the ground, the fear and nervousness finally getting to him fully.
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Few minutes later
Ryomen sat alone in his car, dailing a number on his phone, putting it to ear, and immediately it was answered as a males voice came through, "Yes, Sukuna what is it."
"How long till you're finished collecting quirks." He answered with an annoyed tone.
"Not long why?"
"Tell Him to hurry up... Whatever you all are planning, it's going to unravel if you don't set it in motion."
"... Ill pass your words onto him. Meet us at the location." And the call ended.
Ryomen looked around before letting out a sigh, starting up the engine of his luxury car to drive out the parking lot and watching a video playing on the screen at the console.
It was from a few years ago, a villain with a powerful ice quirk being defeated by none other than Jogo.
He looked at the villain.
'Korihoo... he wasn't a bad fighter. To bad I was getting rid of that useless son of mine. Playing the broken father card, perfection.' He let out chuckle.
"But he's not what I want..." He said, the video now focusing on Jogo, the one time instance where he saw the man go all out and actually felt goosebumps.
Jogo thrusted his arm forward, as an immense plume of fire erupts from his hands. With a guttural roar, he shouted his ultimate moves name.
"Fuga!" he said.
A colossal jet of superheated flame surged out like a volcanic eruption, engulfing everything in its path, including the Ice Quirk User.
The heat distorted the air, turning the battlefield into a blazing inferno as the ground scorches before the video ended abruptly.
"Fuga... I like it... I want it..." The edges of Sukunas lip turned.
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