Chapter 58: Yaoyorozu MomoAuthor: Geraint
(3rd Person POV)
Deep in the forest stood a large mansion, heavily guarded by armed rebels. They wielded bazookas, grenades, machine guns—ready for battle. The mansion was surrounded by towering trees, isolated far from the city.
At the entrance, two rebels stood guard by a large, ornate gate. One scanned the horizon through a telescope while the other slouched with boredom.
"Did you hear? One of our hideouts was wiped out by the commission. I thought they abolished that department after the corruption scandal."
"They didn't. People lost faith in the heroes, but not in All Might. As long as the Symbol of Peace lives, the commission lives. All Might arrested the corrupt officials himself. Now, under new leadership, it's running like normal. Suspicious, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
The scouting rebel rubbed his eyes and looked again through the telescope.
"What the…"
He was shocked to see a figure in black armor approaching down the road in broad daylight.
"Hey! There's a strange guy coming!"
"What? Let me see!"
The other took the telescope, but saw nothing.
"Huh? There's nothing."
"Eh? I swear I saw a tall guy in a black suit!"
Confused, both felt a chilling presence behind them. Slowly turning around, terror filled their eyes. Standing before them was the black armored figure.
They screamed as the armored man's swift right hand struck before they could draw weapons.
Thud!
Silence.
The black armor glanced toward the mansion.
Inside, rebel leaders gathered with weapons in hand.
"This is bad! Yaoyorozu's in commission custody. His arms alone weren't enough."
Tsk!
The leader scowled.
"What about his daughter?"
All eyes shifted to the tall teenage girl in a white dress, wrists tied behind her back, mouth sealed with tape. Her long black hair framed a thin, pale face with tired dark eyes and short eyebrows. Malnourished from days of captivity and abuse, bruises marked her skin.
"She's useless now. Kill her."
The leader raised his pistol.
"Let's show her father the cost of disobedience."
The girl shut her eyes, bracing for death.
"Wait, Boss!"
Subordinates stopped him.
"What?"
"Killing her so fast is wasteful. Look, her body's mature enough. Let's 'play' with her first and send her father a video."
"Fine. I want to see his despair."
Tears welled as they surrounded her, untying the ropes.
"Hmmph!"
She struggled but was too weak.
One rebel raised a camera as others ripped her white dress, exposing her pale skin.
"Hmmmph! Hmmmph!"
"Your fault for having such a lewd body, Momo-chan."
"Yeah, lucky you'll grow into a woman before you die."
They groped her, stripping her down to white panties.
"Hmmmph!"
"Hahaha! Let's make her wet first."
One rebel dropped his pants and reached for her—until explosions rocked the building.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
"What's that?!"
In a dim hallway, the black armor stood menacingly, red light saber glowing.
Heavy Breathing~
"OPEN FIRE!!!"
Rebel soldiers opened fire.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The armor parried bullets with his saber's blade.
SwooshSwoosh
Using telekinesis, he slammed a soldier into the ceiling, then disarmed others.
"Aaaaargh!!!"
He slashed through them until the last one fled in terror.
"Help me!"
The fleeing soldier slammed a door shut behind him, unable to open it again.
"Waaaahh!"
Trembling, he turned to see the black armor approaching.
"Hehehe…"
The soldier laughed madly.
Swoosh!
"Ugh!"
He collapsed, cut down.
The black armor kicked down a door to a room where rebel leaders waited, guns raised.
Heavy Breathing~
One held a young girl hostage, gun aimed at her temple.
"Don't move or she dies!"
Fury rose within the black armor at the sight of her bruised, exposed body.
He raised his left hand.
"Huh?"
The rebel holding the gun froze as it lifted from his hand—now pointing at him.
"Fire!"
The rebels opened fire.
The armor walked forward, unfazed, and used force choke on their leader, pulling him close.
"Ugh... Ack... agh!"
The leader struggled, then collapsed dead.
Horrified, the rebels fled.
The hostage taker dropped the girl and ran.
The young girl's vision blurred as the black armor dispatched the rest.
She lost consciousness.
(To be continued.)
A/N: Fixed.