"Ahhh, you fucking morons! What is this?!" she snarled, frustration lacing her voice.
She tried to activate her abilities again, but nothing happened. Panic flickered across her face as she realized her Quirk was still disabled.
Raiden knew the truth—because he was the cause.
Her strength relied heavily on her powers. Physically, she was formidable, but not enough to turn the tide of this battle without her abilities.
Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape before a bullet could find its mark in her skull. Spotting an opening among the rubble, she wasted no time. Taking advantage of her smaller frame, she slipped into the debris, vanishing from sight in an instant.
Four seconds later, she reemerged.
But this time, she didn't just appear—an overwhelming surge of black liquid erupted from the ground beneath her, surging toward them like a tidal wave.
Lady Nagant reacted instantly, shifting her position and dodging the initial attack with unnatural agility. Raiden, however, took a different approach.
Instead of evading, he launched himself into the air, grabbing Lady Nagant along with him in the process.
As they ascended, Kaina didn't waste a second. She materialized more bullets from her hair, taking aim and firing a relentless barrage at their opponent. However, the woman wrapped herself in a shifting mass of the dark liquid, creating a protective barrier that absorbed the shots.
Raiden narrowed his eyes taking a decision. If standard attacks weren't getting through, they needed something stronger.
He activated another ability.
Ancient Power.
Five massive boulders materialized in the air, forming out of nothing. With a simple motion, Raiden sent them hurtling toward his target.
The woman responded instantly, releasing a concentrated blast of her black liquid. The corrosive energy melted through the rocks mid-air, reducing them to crumbling dust before they could reach her.
But Raiden wasn't done.
As the last stone disintegrated, his body shimmered—and suddenly, there were eight of him.
Double Team.
The illusionary clones surrounded the woman, each one raising their hands, palms glowing with an intense, charging energy.
They weren't holding back.
Hyper Beam.
From the hands of all eight Raiden copies, powerful beams of crackling yellow and purple energy erupted, converging toward their enemy at blinding speed.
She had no time to react. There was no way to tell which attack was real.
Her only choice was to defend.
A swirling black dome formed around her, the liquid rotating rapidly to absorb the impact. It was a solid defense—at least, it should have been.
Then it happened.
Just one beam struck from the side. The real Hyper Beam.
The moment it hit, she realized her mistake. Her focus had been spread around all directions, trying to block attacks from every side. Now, all she could do was concentrate her remaining strength to resist the crushing force of the blast.
The two energies collided—Raiden's golden beam clashing violently against her writhing black mass. The force of the impact sent shockwaves and acid through the battlefield.
But she wasn't done yet, she refused to fall.
Even as she struggled to hold back the Hyper Beam, she twisted her fingers, manipulating the dark substance at her feet. More liquid formed, surging upward like tendrils from the ground.
With a single motion, she launched a concentrated spear of black energy straight at Raiden, aiming to end the fight and the annoying kid in one decisive strike.
But, before she could strike, a bullet tore through her stomach, ripping straight through to the other side. A gaping wound opened in her abdomen, blood spilling freely as shock registered on her face.
Her control over her Quirk shattered. The black liquid she had commanded collapsed, splattering onto the ground and sizzling as it burned through the surface.
Raiden didn't hesitate. Seeing his opportunity, he pushed even more power into his Hyper Beam, intensifying the blinding energy crashing against her.
He knew better than to let his guard down. This woman was dangerous, and he wasn't about to give her a chance to recover. From the very start, he and Kaina had worked together to hit her hard, forcing her into a defensive position. The strategy had paid off. With each injury she sustained, the battle tipped further in their favor, gaining momentum like a snowball rolling downhill.
Now, she was losing.
The bullet wound had thrown her off balance, and without full control of her Quirk, she was defenseless against Raiden's attack. The beam of searing light overpowered her completely, smashing into her with devastating force.
The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The ground beneath her cracked apart, forming a deep rift where she stood. Agonizing pain wracked her body as her skin burned, her bones shattered, and her broken form was hurled into a heap of debris.
As the light finally faded, Raiden and Kaina descended, landing beside the fallen enemy.
What they saw confirmed her defeat.
She lay there, bleeding heavily, full of bullet holes, her body covered in third-degree burns. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one more labored than the last.
Her limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, bones bent in ways they shouldn't be.
For the first time, fear filled her eyes. the heroes shouldn't be this way right?
She looked up at them—at Kaina, the pro hero standing over her with cold eyes.
To her, Kaina now turned into something else entirely. A monster. Something familiar came to her mind, instinctively she knew, Lady Nagant was similar to the other executives of her organization. However, before she could emit a word she heard a a voice that broke the silence.
"Life Dew."
A shimmering mist of water enveloped her broken body, glowing softly as it seeped into her wounds. Slowly, her worst injuries began to heal—stopping the bleeding, mending the shattered bones, soothing the burned flesh.
"You're not dying yet," the pro hero beside Raiden stated firmly with a harsh and cold voice.
"You still have questions to answer."
After defeating the woman, Raiden came to two realizations.
First, even though he and Kaina had won, she was still stronger than him in a one-on-one fight. If he had been alone, the battle would have left him with serious injuries. His victory had only been possible because of Kaina's strenght and how much she hurt the woman before he arrived.
Second, if she was weaker than the man in red, then Raiden still had a long way to go. But he was getting closer.
All that remained was taking the criminals into custody. It was time to move to the second phase of their plan.
Using his telekinesis, Raiden lifted the wounded woman, making her float alongside them as they headed back to where he had left the other captive.
When they arrived, they were met with an amusing sight—firefighters struggling to free the man Raiden had trapped inside a metal cocoon. The sight made Raiden chuckle. With a casual wave of his hand, he used his powers to peel back the metal, freeing the man just enough to float him into the air.
Without wasting time, Raiden and Kaina took off, flying toward the designated extraction point. Carrying both unconscious prisoners, they finally landed near a police armored vehicle and secured the criminals inside. Then, they climbed in themselves, shutting the heavy doors behind them.
As the vehicle rumbled to life and began moving toward its destination, Kaina's voice echoed in Raiden's mind.
"Good job, kid. And thanks for the healing. But now comes the hard part—getting them to talk."
Raiden leaned back, glancing at the unconscious woman. "Did she sound like some kind of religious fanatic too?" he asked.
"Yeah," Kaina confirmed. "They treat their boss like he's the son of God. They're completely brainwashed. And those types are the hardest to break."
She sighed, resting her head against the metal wall of the vehicle.
Raiden considered this for a moment. "I might be able to help with that. Or at least try."
Kaina raised an eyebrow at him. "How?"
He smirked. "You and I are talking right now without moving our mouths, aren't we?"
Her expression sharpened. "Right. But you told me you can't read minds—just communicate. Was that a lie?"
"It wasn't a lie, I need access" Raiden admitted, "but I believe we can still trick them. If they don't know we can speak to them this way, we might be able to make them think in ways we can listen to."
Kaina considered his words before nodding. "We'll try that when we get to the station."
The armored vehicle rumbled forward, the city passing by outside.
Over the past two months, Raiden had tried to get closer to Kaina. She had been his mentor throughout this time, but she remained as closed-off as ever—like a jar of pickles no one could open.
In all this time, he had only learned two things about her: she loved pizza and wine. Or, more accurately, she was either too lazy or simply disliked cooking for herself.
Sometimes, Raiden wondered if she felt empty inside, like she just existed without truly living. She was the complete opposite of Hawks, who, despite his sarcasm and laid-back attitude, still found joy in life's simple pleasures.
Raiden stole a glance at Kaina but didn't push a conversation. He had learned from experience that forcing her to talk never ended well. Instead, he sighed and leaned back, letting the silence settle between them.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the city's central police station—the largest facility in the region.
Raiden wasted no time. Using his telekinesis, he carefully lifted the prisoners and floated them toward the interrogation rooms. They entered through the building's back entrance, avoiding any unnecessary attention, and quickly descended into the lower levels, where the real work would begin.
They quickly secured both villains, restraining them with massive glowing cuffs that wrapped around their arms, chest, and legs. The room itself radiated with a faint light, its walls lined with complex machinery pulsing softly.
Raiden studied the setup with a furrowed brow. This wasn't standard holding-cell equipment.
"What is all this?" he asked, gesturing toward the glowing restraints.
"This technology suppresses quirks," Kaina explained, crossing her arms. "It neutralizes their abilities, making escape impossible. Not exactly comfortable and exceptionally big, but it gets the job done. Without it, criminals with dangerous quirks would be nearly impossible to contain."
Raiden nodded, taking in the information. "Makes sense. Once we start the interrogation, I'll begin planting ideas in their heads making them think what we want," he added.
Kaina gave a brief nod and signaled for the prisoners to be separated. The officers wheeled the unconscious man into a different interrogation room while she took a seat across from him, waiting for him to wake up. Raiden positioned himself in the corner, standing silently like a shadow, ready to act.
The villain remained unconscious, his breathing steady but shallow. With a small wave of his hand, Raiden sent out a light psychic pulse—gentle enough not to cause pain but strong enough to jolt him awake.
The man stirred with a sharp inhale, his eyes darting around as he assessed the situation. His gaze landed on Kaina first, then shifted to Raiden. A flicker of realization crossed his face, and almost immediately, he tried activating his quirk. Nothing happened. His expression hardened as he tugged against the restraints, then glanced at the machinery surrounding him.
"I'm under arrest, aren't I?" he muttered, leaning back against the chair. His cold, calculating stare revealed nothing. He fell silent, clearly waiting for them to make the first move.
At that moment, Raiden tapped into his powers, weaving a subtle telepathic link between himself, Kaina, and the villain. From the outside, nothing seemed unusual—Kaina merely parted her lips as if speaking. But no sound escaped her mouth.
Yet, the villain heard her perfectly.
"You've only been working with this company for about two and a half months," Kaina's voice resonated directly in his mind. "Help us, and we'll help you."
The villain frowned but remained still, unaware of the trick. He had no reason to suspect he wasn't hearing her normally—only that her words felt eerily clear, almost too direct.
Raiden smirked inwardly. It was a subtle yet effective illusion. Even experienced individuals struggled to distinguish telepathic speech from reality, especially on their first encounter. He had learned this firsthand when he had initially discovered his abilities. Back then, even Tamaki had responded to his telepathy without realizing they weren't speaking out loud.
Now, all they had to do was push the right buttons and let the villain's own thoughts betray him.
End of the chapter.
hello guys, here is today chapter, thank you for the power stones, I had been a lot more than the previous week, Finally I'm back to the ranking. haha
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