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God, this was hopeless! Why even bother at this point? Nothing he did was gonna’ work now. Ugh, women, am I right? Why did he care if she quit? If anything, he’d be doing the world a favor here. Someone this unstable should never get their hands on a Hero License. If a certain someone asked, he could always say he gave it the old college try. Gen sighed, knowing that such a bald-faced lie wouldn’t end well for him. He had no choice but to give up on giving up. Besides, didn’t he hear? An elite-level student bought his stupid little con. Isn’t that a good enough reason to keep her around? Still, there was one big problem with that plan. [break][break]

Any second now, Pro Heroes would swoop down from their ivory towers, drop Jun’s like a sack of potatoes, and once she’d calmed down, they’d ruin everything, as they always do. They’d either kick her from the school or worse yet, they’d give her a big motivating pep talk that wouldn’t address the issue. She didn’t need band-aids, and honestly, all of that Plus Ultra bullshit was probably why things had gotten like this. If there was one thing you couldn’t trust Heroes on, it was actually solving problems. [break][break]

Thankfully, his target was cooperating, for once. In his experience, scared Heroes were a recipe for collateral damage, so Jun running away was a blessing in disguise. Still, with how strong some of those Teachers were, she wouldn’t last long on her own. If she wanted to seclude herself in that industrial maze, then she was going to need a hand to get there first.[break][break]

All of a sudden, the trail that pointed toward Ground Gamma would find itself joined by five others, camouflaging it among the ruckus. All over the cloud, the girl’s silhouette appeared behind her, just out of her sight. Countless hazy doubles, running in every direction, except the one she was heading to. His handiwork only added to the chaos his rival caused, but it’d buy the girl enough time to reach her destination, alone and undisturbed. It wasn’t infallible, but it ought to hold Lone Wolf and the rest of those hacks off for five, maybe ten minutes tops.[break][break]

He needed to make them count.[break][break]

On the way over, once the despair had cooled off, Gen had come to a creative solution. If nothing he said would ever reach her ears, then perhaps he ought to use someone else’s voice. [break][break]

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Elijah’s little addendum about his true place of origin did little to improve Gen’s opinion of him. If anything, it was one of the few answers that would’ve been worse than just rolling with his prejudiced assumption. He didn’t have much time to make up for it, as the lad was eager to answer every one of Gen’s questions without fail. It didn’t help that he was being so cool about it. Most offensive of all was his correction about whose room it really was. [break][break]

Still bound to his new flatmate, Gen could do nothing but taunt and torment the kid. If he kept this up, maybe he could get him to quit before the day was over. “Maybe it means you just suck at putting out-” Unfortunately, the scumbag had no time to finish his latest barb. Not because of being pulled away, but because he’d realized too late just what this idiot was trying. “Wait, sto-” His hand reached out, accompanied by an urgency in his voice that not even he could fake, but it was too little, too late. Before he even finished speaking, the fire alarm had been pulled.[break][break]

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His hand, held out to the empty air between him and the alarm, swiftly moved towards his palm. The ringing of the alarm only got more obnoxious as Gen tried to pinpoint just when he had lost control of this whole thing. After a whole year of poking and prodding and their psyches, the hateful Hero thought he had figured out his peers. What he needed to say and do to pull at their strings. He believed himself equal parts expert in handling and wrangling them, but this… this was new. To think someone would be this… level-headed. [break][break]

Usually, your average U.A.U. Student would try about five other methods to try and fix the situations, oftentimes making it worse in the process. After spending so long with these wannabe martyrs, Elijah’s reaction, well within the bounds of common sense, might as well have been alien to Gen. Speaking of people trying to solve situations they’re wholly unqualified for, the teachers wouldn’t be the only ones notified of this emergency.[break][break]

All around them, students were all but kicking down their doors, racing to see who would be the first to steal the spotlight. It was a song and dance Gen had become sick of hearing. Anytime something happens around these parts. you’re bound to get a few dozen Hero Hopefuls trying to save the day. There was nothing you could do to stop it. It was just the kind of place this was, still, as always, the devil had found a way to ruin such a pure-hearted trend.[break][break]

About five or so students rushed out towards the pair, but they would never arrive at the scene of the crime. The moment they were close enough to see the culprit, their real commitment was laid bare for all to see. Their eyes widened as their feet hit the breaks. Once they knew Gen was involved, suddenly, all platitudes and Plus Ultras weren’t so important anymore. [break][break]

It didn’t matter what the emergency was, who was to blame, or what they could do to help. It just wasn’t worth it. Not with him involved. Best to let the teachers handle it, if they could. With a dejected look on their face, they silently evacuated the building, no different than anyone outside these walls. Whatever bright ideals had once made them special now rendered obsolete.[break][break]

The sight would’ve been enough to bring a genuine smile to his face. Seeing those Heroes showing their true faces only helped validate his less-than-charitable view of the world. He couldn’t really savor the moment, though, because this all meant he was going to have to deal with the faculty now. What a pain in the ass. Letting out a deep sigh, he would attempt to shake himself off of Elijah’s grip. The game was up. Now, they had a real problem on their hands. “Oh, now that's just fuckin’ great, man.” Dejectedly, his back leaned against the wall. “Now I gotta’ waste my whole afternoon fixing this bullshit.”[break][break]

Ten minutes passed by. Ten long minutes of Gen standing just a few feet away from his room’s door, arms crossed, and eyes beaming with annoyance. All the while, the alarm kept blaring in the background, assaulting his ears with every passing second. It was so loud, one could barely hear the ruckus of students evacuating every floor of the dorm. Every once in a while, a group passed by, their curiosity dragging them towards the scene, before their better judgment pushed them out of it.[break][break]

“Good thing you didn’t unpack your bags, ‘cause the way this is looking, you’re heading straight back to the airport, ‘pal.” By now, the flames were long gone, leaving no evidence of this supposed third-party’s involvement. And of course, he wasn’t going to miss such a golden opportunity to gaslight the everloving shit out of his roomie. “Great call tripping the alarm after you failed to put out the fire you started. Just brilliant.” What was even his problem, was this the result of those tragic backstories that were shockingly common around these parts? Oh my god, did they saddle him with one of those Bruce Wayne-types? It would explain both the paranoia and the outrageously expensive arm he was carrying around.[break][break]

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If Gen thought he’d given Jun enough time to collect herself, then he was dead wrong. Still, he had to give it to her. People reacted in various different ways to his presence, mostly negative. Immediately smoke bombing the school entrance and storming off in screams was certainly a new one. At least this confirmed his suspicions about something being off about her.[break][break]

“Shit, what the fuck is she thinking?” From back inside the building, the curses were flying out of the real Gen’s lips. It was a good thing he’d sent out that dummy, or else he might’ve been caught up in whatever that explosion was. Still, if she wasn’t faking that outburst, then perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Right now, he’d rather have her smoking the place up than summoning hammers or cannons.[break][break]

He needed to change plans. If she was throwing this big a stink, then he couldn’t keep an eye out from afar. He couldn’t play this safe. If he actually wanted to do this, he needed to run in there and take a risk. At this point, he should’ve just let this go, but something, or maybe someone, made him think twice about it.[break][break]

Gen was out the door just seconds behind. The moment the cloud hit his face, he could feel it. It felt almost nostalgic… like meeting up with an old friend. A bit of a toxic one, but when you don’t have a lot of those to go around, you make due with what you have. The fragrance of failure. The wave of intrusive thoughts, the chill down the spine, the feeling that no matter what you do, everything is doomed. To think Jun could manage something like this. Out of all the emotions to use, she had to go for his specialty.[break][break]

Between the panicked screams and the countless students running around like headless chickens, it would’ve been hard for Gen to track. She should’ve been able to use the chaos to shake him off, but somehow, his evil would still find a way to reach her. Jun would have her roommate to thank or blame for that.[break][break]

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Suddenly, the smoke around the girl began to shift. First, the light orange cloud would begin to shift into a blood-red mist, and then, it would begin to speak. “A smoke bomb? You really thought that’d take care of me?” And of course, it carried that devil’s voice. “You’re against 580 Quirks and you thought this was gonna’ do it?“ The unpredictable waving patterns would begin to shift into a recognizable form, the face too punchable for her not to hit. Gen’s. “How adorable~”[break][break]

“But back to what I actually wanted to say before I was rudely interrupted.” The face kept pace with Jun throughout her escape, haunting her like a vengeful ghost. Although, if it was out for her blood, the specter was doing a really bad job. The only thing this apparition was trying to kill was Jun’s patience. “You smashed me into a locker, apologized and then ran away.“ The face would disappear into the cloud, before reappearing just a few feet in front of her. If she didn’t stop or push away, she would run into it. “What was that all about?!?”

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There was a lot to unpack in Ana’s answer, unfortunately for Gen, none of it was what he was looking for. There was a certain method to her cryptic madness, one he had learned to interpret over the past year of life-or-death Gear testing sessions and many a night spent watching old films. It did take a couple of seconds, so when he started asking “Wait, why didn’t your par-” it was already too late. Ana wasn’t having any of his nonsense.[break][break]

He was gonna’ have to accept that no trick of his, no matter how clever, could help him out here. Nothing was going to tell him how this was gonna go. Kurokami Gen was out here on his own in uncharted territory. “You’re right.” He nodded, before taking a deep breath and beginning to slide down the wall. His hip bounced for a little moment as he finally hit the floor, looking up at the beds as if he were unworthy of even touching them. Oh, she already sat down. That’s another time-waster off the table. Best to just get to the point now, whatever happens from there, happens.[break][break]

“It took me a while, but I think I finally figured out who your little crush is. You know, that guy you kept talking about all-semester?” At first, he thought it was Jun, then he thought of 50 different suspects, before that piece of shit from the Support course talked some sense into him. Turning to look up at her, Gen summoned up all of his confidence to dare to say. “Think I got to the bottom of that one.“ He flashed that grin of his, so full of impish playfulness, before looking down at himself, before turning back to her. He gave her a moment to comment or confirm, before adding: “The whole ‘dressing up in latex and kissing me’ was what really cracked it for me.” Was he trying to be clever, or was this the only way he could handle these sorts of things? Either way, it was a good thing his Quirk was still on, cause nowhere near that smooth without it.[break][break]

“I’m not trying to be a dick here, but”, he held up a finger, trying to intercept any questions coming his way. “Why?” He didn’t seem like he was trying to mock or judge her for her tastes in men; he sounded genuinely confused, with a mix of concern rooted in his voice. This wasn’t a sarcastic answer, a set up for a punchline, nothing. Just genuine curiosity. “Why me?” [break][break]

“You know I’m not exactly a good guy, right?”[break][break]

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Gen’s body offered no resistance to Jun’s outburst. She barely felt it, but it was there, real as anything she’d touched before. She’d gotten to him before he could any Quirks to turn intangible, teleport, or hide into the shadows. She was a Pro-Hero in Peak Physical form who put her body through hell on a daily basis, Gen was not. His skinny ass all but flew into the nearest set of lockers. His head bounced against the steel, left dangling above Jun’s grasp. It looked like she’d broken his damn neck, but before anyone could get their hopes up, they’d all see it for themselves. The little monster was alive and well. Still radiating arrogance.[break][break]

Unfortunately for the rest of the school, Jun just didn’t have it in her to finish the job. Just one good punch before he could use a Quirk and she would’ve shut him for a good week or two. Instead, she chose to wallow in her own angst, amidst a wave of apologies. Gen, for his part, was not in the mood to accept them. Right before she started walking away, he’d twist the knife into the wound with a mere whisper. “And you’re one of the good guys?” [break][break]

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Enough was said, Gen thought. Good game, well played. Stay free Junsuina. He’d successfully made a negative difference in the world. Around here, that much was enough to make his day, but something felt off.[break][break]

The way Jun stormed off. It wasn’t what he had come to expect from the idiots at this school. There was no spite, no desire to get back at Gen for all that he’d said and done. Strangest of all, though, was just how fast things had escalated. He knew Jun could sometimes be a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but this was extreme, even for her. She was already apologizing before he even said any actually hurtful stuff. Was she-? No, there was no way…[break][break]

Was she finally giving up?[break][break]

“YES!” Outside earshot, Gen pumped his fist into the air as his free hand massaged the back of his head, which looked to be bleeding from the impact. He’d been hard at work in making this moment come true. “One down for the Sports Festival!” After many ethically dubious plans, targeted self-esteem attacks, and a non-stop stream of hating, he’d finally gotten the bright, brave and beautiful Junsuina Kanjo to quit. If it weren’t for his sense of balance failing him at every step, he’d start dancing in celebration. "LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO!" This was what he was waiting for. Oh my God, this is so good, he should tell Ana about it.

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“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Gen complained as he hopped from behind one line of lockers to the other. He made sure to keep his voice down so his tail wouldn’t hear him. Fingers crossed, she’d be still too caught up in all her teenage angst and heroic guilt to notice him. Still, he was running out of time. Only a few seconds left until she was out of the premises, and from there, who knows what happens? [break][break]

No matter what the girl was thinking about when she stormed outdoors, she’d eventually see it. Gen had made sure to put on a show for her and all the witnesses outside. The shadows converged around one spot under the school’s arches. Black Amoebas pooling into one mass, before rising out of the ground and taking the form of a person, or at least, something that passed off as one. “Leaving already, Jun-chan~?” As if they were haunting her for her sins, the same looks and sounds from before were here again, distorted beyond their human limit. With a snap of his fingers, the humanoid shadow turned to living color. And there he was again, Kurokami Gen, cutting off her path. “You really thought you’d get off that easy?”[break][break]

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Gen was obviously playing coy. He wasn’t the type of person who liked asking questions he didn’t know the answer to. That meant having to endure the slog of stupidity that was the campus’ rumor mill. Luckily for him, people are a lot likelier to tell you things when you pretend to be their friends. Still, knowing didn’t make Jun’s reaction any less of a treat. Watching a precious little Hero Student like her fumbling their way through was like crack to him. [break][break]

“Girl, you gotta’ work on your poker face.” Gen shook his head, a puff of air exiting from his nose from amusement. The cheek of Jun to try to lie to him of all people. She should’ve known better by now. “Still, I can’t blame you.” His hand moved to tap her on the shoulder, as if he were trying to connect with her in some way. “Hurting someone and then lying about it? That’s exactly what I would’ve done.” His head would crane downwards to look down on the 5 foot nothing girl, shooting the full might of his smugness straight at her. "I'm almost proud, Jun-chan~"[break][break]

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Akiyama Ren was never destined for great things. Born the son of a plumber and an English teacher. They had neither shame nor glory to go around. Just two people trying to make ends meet. After a chance meeting at a local bar, they had each other, and after a few years, they had a family, and that was all they ever needed.

All Ren would inherit from them was his father’s love for manual labor. He said he would die before letting his son be some pencil-necked softie who couldn’t use a toolbox. At an early age, he would take the boy around the house, teaching him how to fix anything from a leaky faucet, unclogging a drain, changing light bulbs and other kinds of maintenance around the house.

Unfortunately, by the age of three, their son would begin growing horribly sick. At first, they thought he was choking on some food, but a trip to the ER would reveal that this was a side-effect of his Quirk manifesting. He doesn’t remember it, but his family says he was there for a full week as the doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with him. He almost died, they said. His lungs were fine, but somehow, his body was barely intaking enough oxygen to keep him alive and despite his blood work being within normal ranges, he was suffering from a severe case of Iron Deficiency Anemia. It turned out his body needed more iron to function properly. A lot more iron. Thankfully, the doctors caught it early, prescribing a supplement. Two pills a day, for the rest of his life, and they didn’t come cheap.

A year later, the second half of his Quirk would manifest, and with it, another wave of medical bills would hit the Akiyama family. He was playing around with his father in the park, when at one point, he felt a sharp pain coming out of the palm of his hand. The next thing he knew, blood was everywhere, and not just his own. When he looked down, he saw two of his father’s fingers, rolling in the grass. The moment burned itself into his memory, the smell of blood in the air, the ear-piercing scream of terror, his dad doubling over with crimson buckets spurting out of his hand, and the blade coming out of his arm.

They were able to save the digits, but the injury sidelined his father for months, which eventually led to him being let go from his job. Unfortunately, that was the least of the family’s problems. Replantation surgery was far from cheap, and for a blue-collar guy like Ren’s dad, it was a debt he would not be able to pay. The family would have to move back with the boy’s grandparents. The place was cramped, five people living in a space meant for two. Worse than that were all the arguments he managed to overhear through the paper-thin walls. The Akiyama family was going through Hard Times, and Ren couldn’t help but blame himself for it.

Still, the experience, unpleasant and scarring as it was, managed to open his eyes to the kind of person he wanted to be. The way those doctors managed to save a sickly little kid like him, the way they managed to save his dad’s hand. He couldn’t help but admire them.

They were just doing their jobs, but impressionable as he was, he couldn’t help but admire it. They were out there all day trying to save lives. He wanted to be like them. Someone that could make a positive difference for them.

At first, he wanted to be a doctor. It made his family so happy to hear that, but as he worked his way through Elementary, Grade and Middle School, it became clear how out of reach the goal was. Simply put, he just didn’t have it in him. Biology might as well have been a foreign language. Come High School, he’d have to confront the fact that he wasn’t cut out to be a doctor.

That’s how he turned to Heroics. It was the perfect compromise. A profession tailor-made for helping people out. Not only that, but with the practical entrance exam, even someone like him had a shot of making it. He just needed to give it his all. Like U.A.U always say, to “go beyond”.

That’s what he did for the next three years. Akiyama Ren would train like his life would depend on it. And so, day after day, Ren honed his skills. Day after day, he swung his sword a hundred, then a thousand, then ten thousand times. Day after day, he put his body through hell at the gym, forcing it to endure an ungodly amount of pain in the futile hope he could get to the level of a U.A. Hero Student. Day after day, he pushed his Quirk beyond its limits, his body reaching one breaking point after another as he tried to create more tools, more weapons, more armor, and more of anything that could give him an outside shot of passing. Willing himself to push past his limits. Day after day, he lived and breathed that Plus Ultra motto, perhaps more than anyone else in that school’s history.

And it wasn’t enough.

When the time came, Ren took the U.A. Entrance exam. He failed. He wasn’t good enough to be a Hero. Not only that, but with mediocre booksmarts, he wasn’t able to get into any university. He had to accept it. He would never amount to anything, he would never make a difference. It was a hard pill to swallow for him.

Before long, he managed to pick up a minimum wage job in construction, thanks to a contact his father had. It wasn’t much. Subcontracted work, barely above minimum wage, but it was better than nothing, and it would allow him to hone his hobby of blacksmithing. However, no matter how much time passed, he could never take his mind off it. He was a failure. Too sloppy to control his own Quirk, too stupid to get into med school, and too weak to get into Heroics.

Those feelings of inadequacy kept bubbling up inside of him until one fateful night, where, as he was coming back from work, he heard the sounds of a gun echoing in a nearby alley. Without thinking, a shield emerged from his body, and from there, the rest was history.

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-A few swords, decorative and otherwise.

- One set of armor.

- Blacksmith tools

- Climbing equipment.

- Bow and arrow.

- Bicycle.

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Daggers, greatswords, maces, flails, bows, arrows, spears and shields alike. Ren can produce any weapon, like well, a living forge. Their strength and durability is determined by the Quirk’s rank. Ren can also use this Quirk to create individual pieces of armor to help him guard against incoming attacks. An important note is that Ren can only create weapons and equipment from steel, meaning he cannot create massively complex pieces of support gear or firearms, as those have other materials they need to work.

Narratively, he can use this Quirk to enhance various skills, such as using climbing spikes to stick his feet to walls, using iron arrows to enhance his archery, or creating armor and shields to soak up hits. Mechanically, it provides no benefit to any of the above. As a bit of flavor, the Quirk can be used to create various miscellaneous tools that don’t affect combat. Finally, the mutation aspect of the Quirk allows the user to resist certain types of heavy metal poisoning, as their body has adapted to living with the exorbitant amounts of iron needed to create all of those weapons.

The main drawback of the Quirk is obvious. The weapons come from inside Ren’s body, piercing through the skin. Now, you don’t need to be a doctor to know that having a sword being lodged into your body is bad for your health. Turns out routinely having sharp metal objects violently coming out of you isn’t that much better, either.

Ren’s control of the Quirk allows him to avoid damaging any bones or internal organs, however, every time he uses this power, his body takes damage proportional to the size of the construct he’s trying to make. Simply put, a bigger weapon means a bigger cut on his skin.

Narratively, continued use drains him of the necessary amounts of that substance from his body. Should he exert himself too much, he will begin exhibiting the symptoms associated with iron deficiency. No iron means no hemoglobin. No hemoglobin means the body can’t carry the oxygen to where it needs it. The result? Shortness of breath and exhaustion. If left untreated, it could even kill him.

Narratively, the Quirk also requires the user to drastically increase their iron intake, to the point where even dietary alterations cannot cover it. Twice a day, Ren has to take medical supplements that help him maintain the levels of iron in his body. Should he not take them, he would be unable to create larger constructs and he would begin feeling anemic. If he can’t get access to these supplements for longer than a week, his body will begin to experience the symptoms of iron deficiency. The same ones listed above for overuse.

The dramatically increased amounts of iron in his body come with their own sets of disadvantages, too. For one, it makes any attempt to fight anyone with magnetic or metallokinetic abilities a futile and painful endeavor. It would be exceedingly easy for anyone with those powers to simply rip the iron out from his body. Not only that, but it also means he takes extra damage from attacks using electricity, as the increased conductivity of his metallic blood makes him more susceptible to those types of attacks.

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