[Nobu]

If there was one thing Nobu missed, it was participating in the Sports Festival. At UAU, it was the pride of any student to perform and do well there. To be scene was a boon to anyone's career, as recruiters would look to the most spectacular as prospects for their agency. The best show, the best ability, the best figure for marketing; these things could be found at the festival. But while Tokyo hosted such a wonderful event, many lurked in the darkness taking advantage of the obscured parts.

One might think that there was a higher density of heroes to ward off evil, but this was a time of war for some of the pettier criminals. They were insects flying through the shadows of the sun. Nobu knew this as he walked the streets of Tokyo, reminding himself that he should enjoy the event as a spectator and not dive deep into the bloodshed of immature gangsters. Little did he know, there were darker forces at play.

After a vicious battle with Cambion, the model-turned-devilish villain, his armor was out for repair. There were whispers of a huge job coming up that would need it in tip-top shape. It was hard finding someone to repair or remake his suit, but at least he had the specifications. Too much money and with little trust to be had, he needed to find a better alternative. For now, while he didn't have that alternative, he needed to stay low.

When he saw shady figures passing by, he rubbed his thumb across his digits, static crackling at the slight friction. It was despicable knowing what was around him on his way to Tokyo. Hearing a commotion leaking out of an alleyway, he couldn't help but stick to the corner and peer down it. The alley led to a rather large opening and as he could see, two head honchos meeting while their goons were no doubt nearby.

Looking at a fire escape, Nobu sighed and used his physique to travel up it and quietly take the roof. Shuffling behind an AC unit, he would look over the edge to see two gangs that have amassed with some sort of negotiations going awry. Static between his fingers would sew them together into a fist. How could he let this go? Without his armor, he appeared so loud. Sky blue button-up with midnight blue slacks, matte black sneakers and a leopard tie dangling. On his face, small and perfectly round spectacles with sunlight blockers on the peripherals.

Nobu started with taking his glasses off and gently setting them down. I'll come back for you, my dear.

Bakiri Retsu

[Bakiri Retsu]

Burn it all down

There was a saying about killing two birds with one stone. Retsu had upped the ante by bringing a grenade instead, something that would be quite useful given the sheer amount of birds that grew the stones to try and worm their way into her turf.

Despite how clear she'd made it exactly what would happen when someone tried something like that there were always people that didn't learn. The most infuriating part was that at times they'd even succeed without her knowledge, she couldn't be everywhere at the same time after all and her info network was whatever she could pay brokers to provide her. Something that left her with some rather large gaps whenever someone else happened to pay those same brokers more to keep their stuff hidden. Unfortunately for these two gangs one of them had skimped a broker and a member of the other had sold info on their meeting to the very same broker to make a quick buck. 

All of it resulted in Retsu knowing their time and place of meeting well in advance. Sure, she couldn't be sure whether the broker was telling the truth about why they were here or whether the fooker was just trying to use her to clear up his own mess but she could shoot first and ask questions later. If he'd lied that would just add one more name to her list.

When she finally arrived on the scene she didn't bother verifying whether she had the right targets. Pulling her rifle from her back she aimed at the pair and opened fire.

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