MHA: Mewtwo

Raiden's first three days as a trainee hero were uneventful. Patrolling mostly consisted of walking the streets, taking pictures with fans, exchanging greetings, and helping with small, mundane tasks like carrying boxes or assisting people at crosswalks. It wasn't exactly the heroic action he had anticipated.

On the fourth day, he patrolled alongside Yoroi Musha. Raiden had shifted into his Mewtwo form, scanning the area with a bored expression. The veteran hero noticed his demeanor and chuckled. "Ho ho ho, disappointed, are we? This is what most days look like for a hero," Yoroi Musha said with a warm laugh. "We don't fight every day, and that's a good thing. An uneventful day means people are safe."

Raiden nodded, trying to absorb the wisdom, but he couldn't shake his disappointment. He had come for experience, not to wander.

As if reading his thoughts, Yoroi Musha continued, his tone turning serious. "Heroes play a strange role. Sure, we fight crime, but so do the police. We're something between the police and the military. We walk the streets like living artillery, prepared for terrorist-level threats, but at the same time, we help someone cross the road. That's our role. Be glad when you don't have to act—because if we do, it might not be a heroic day, but a bloody one."

Raiden nodded again, this time with more understanding, though he didn't have much to say. Sensing his eagerness for action, Yoroi Musha smirked beneath his helmet. "Still, I get it. You're here to learn, not just stroll around. Follow my lead., I'm sure we can steel the arrest for some other hero, I doubt the bother for that."

Without another word, the pro hero leaped onto a nearby rooftop, moving swiftly across the skyline. Raiden launched into the air, effortlessly flying alongside him. He watched as Yoroi Musha scanned the streets below until his sharp gaze locked onto something in the distance about four blocks "There's a robbery," he said, pointing.

Raiden followed his gaze and spotted the suspect: a young man sprinting down the street, clutching a bag under his arm. His legs were transformed into powerful springs, propelling him forward at incredible speed.

"What kind of villain is that, based on jurisdiction?" Yoroi Musha asked, keeping his eyes on the thief.

Raiden focused. "Type I if he just took the bag and fled. Type II if he used violence during the robbery."

Yoroi Musha nodded, satisfied. "Good. And what's the procedure for apprehending a Type I or II villain?"

"Minimal force," Raiden answered confidently. "If he resists, we can escalate, but only proportionally. Unlike the police, we don't need to warn him to stop—we can act immediately."

"Excellent. You know the basics. Now proceed," Yoroi Musha commanded, his tone firm. "But remember—no collateral damage."

Raiden's eyes widened slightly under his mask. It wasn't every day that a pro hero handed over responsibility so readily, and Yoroi Musha had been letting him use his Quirk almost freely. With a quick nod, he shot off toward the fleeing thief.

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The thief sprinted through the crowded streets, weaving between startled pedestrians and glancing back to ensure he wasn't being followed. His pursuer was nowhere in sight, and he allowed himself a smirk. Just one more turn into a side street, and he'd vanish. But as he rounded the corner, his body abruptly froze mid-stride.

Panic flooded him. He strained to move, but his limbs wouldn't obey. It felt as though the very air around him had thickened, locking him in place. A flicker of motion caught his eye, and he twitched slightly—his body responding to sheer willpower. He was about to force himself free when a calm, measured voice rang directly in his mind.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Just surrender."

The cold voice sent a chill down his spine. His head jerked, scanning for its source. Above him, a figure hovered in midair—a hero. They were the only ones who could dare to wear ridiculous armor in the city.

The hero's metallic helmet gleamed under the sunlight, its black visor broken only by two piercing, glowing blue lights in the shape of eyes. His three-fingered hand was outstretched, faintly glowing with psychic energy that pulsed in sync with the invisible force restraining the thief.

Despite his fear, the thief clenched his jaw. His instincts screamed at him to resist.

He wasn't about to go quietly—not to jail. Sweat dripped from his brow as he summoned every ounce of strength he had. His knees bent with agonizing slowness, muscles trembling under the effort. The springs in his legs quivered, gathering kinetic energy.

With a final, desperate burst, he launched himself toward the hero, fists aimed squarely at the figure's helmet. He wasn't trying to win a fight—just to hit and run, breaking free from this hero's grip long enough to escape.

Raiden watched the thief with measured calm, noting the strain as the man tried to break through his telekinetic hold. "Impressive", he thought, though his expression remained hidden beneath his helmet. Seeing the man activate his quirk, Raiden decided to lose a little of his telekinetic hold.

The springs in the thief's legs released, propelling him forward like a coiled snake striking its prey.

As the thief closed in, Raiden's glowing hand shifted subtly. With a slight flick of his wrist, the telekinetic force redirected itself, focusing on the man's outstretched fist. The punch veered off course, the thief's body sailing past Raiden and crashing unceremoniously onto the pavement below.

Hovering in place, Raiden's glowing eyes followed the man as he scrambled to recover. Behind his visor, Raiden's own eyes widened slightly. He certainly hadn't anticipated how effortlessly his own powers had responded.

Back at the academy, his telekinesis had always felt limited—barely strong enough to hold his classmates in a sparring match, let alone contend with a skilled opponent. Yet here, without even tapping into additional abilities like Calm Mind to enhance his focus, he had subdued a villain and deflected an attack with precision.

Yoroi Musha observed the scene with a small nod of approval, his eyes glinting behind his own helmet.

"Not bad," the veteran muttered.

Raiden didn't have all day to linger, so he acted swiftly. With a sharp wave of his hand, his telekinesis struck the back of the villain's knees, forcing the man to collapse to the ground. As the thief hit the pavement, Raiden withdrew his hold on the knees and redirected the force to the man's neck, pressing his face firmly against the concrete.

Without hesitation, he extended the telekinetic grip to the thief's arms, pulling them behind his back and pinning them securely. The pressure left the thief immobilized, his body flattened against the unforgiving surface.

"I told you to surrender," Raiden said evenly, his voice calm but firm. "Now we wait for the police. Don't move."

From Raiden's armor, several small, metallic objects floated out, glinting in the sunlight. They were spoons. With a precise application of telekinesis, they molded themselves into makeshift restraints, securing the man's wrists like handcuffs.

A small crowd had gathered during the commotion, and the onlookers quickly pulled out their phones to record the scene. Whispers rippled through the group as they speculated about the mysterious hero.

"Who is he?" one person murmured.

"Is that a new pro hero?" another asked.

Among the crowd, a young boy's voice rang out, clear and filled with awe. "Sir, what hero are you? Are you the one who won the Sports Festival?"

The boy's wide eyes sparkled with admiration as he moved closer, eager for an answer. But before Raiden could respond, a deep, authoritative voice cut through the murmurs.

"Yes, he is," said Yoroi Musha, stepping forward from the back of the crowd. The number eight hero in Japan strode toward Raiden with a commanding presence, his armor gleaming in the sunlight. "He's a hero in training from U.A."

Raiden straightened at the acknowledgment, though he remained focused on keeping the thief subdued. Beneath him, the villain let out a resigned sigh, realizing just how unlucky he was. Not only had he been captured by a promising young hero, but now one of Japan's top pros had arrived on the scene. "Really? It can't be worst" muttered the thief.

"Congratulations, Mewtwo. This is your first arrest. You should count today as a milestone in your career," said Yoroi Musha, his voice steady and encouraging as he addressed Raiden.

Raiden nodded, his expression subdued but grateful. "Thank you, sir," he replied, his tone tinged with both pride and humility.

Meanwhile, the subdued villain muttered curses under his breath. It wasn't bad enough that he'd been caught; the number eight hero in Japan had witnessed his capture, too. Worse still, the arrest had become the debut of a rising hero from U.A. High. He could already see his face plastered across the internet, being the new face of some Meme, or even being part of the merchandise of this kid in the future, he could clearly see a figurine of him under the hero's foot.

"aah, my girlfriend is going to leave me after this" muttered the villain.

As the crowd lingered, their attention fixed on the new hero's triumphant moment, a figure across the street watched in silence.

A young man, likely in his early twenties, stood partially obscured by shadows. His yellow hoodie and white cap concealed most of his features, though his strikingly blue skin and golden blond hair made him hard to miss. He held a phone in his hand, the screen reflecting faintly against his sharp eyes.

"He's here," the man muttered into the phone. "The Sports Festival winner. He's with Yoroi Musha, I should act now?"

A distorted voice responded through the receiver. "Not now. Wait until the kid is alone—or lead him away. Set a trap if you have to. You've got time. Just give me a direction, and I'll send the package."

"Understood," the man said flatly, his gaze flickering back toward Raiden before he turned and walked away. He moved casually at first, blending into the flow of pedestrians, but his sharp eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings. Eventually, his path veered toward a cluster of tall buildings on the edge of the district, a Hotel, one of the tallest in the city.

As he walked, the man tapped his phone screen, checking the time: 6:24 PM. Dialing a new number, he waited. When the line connected, he spoke quickly and with precision.

"2451 again. Can I request an extraction?"

For a moment, there was no response. Then, the familiar voice returned, calm and mechanical. "Yes. Location, time, and type?"

A sly grin tugged at the man's lips. "Venture Hotel, twelfth floor. Discreet extraction. Timeframe: between 8:00 and 8:30 PM, I will send the distress call"

"And the package?" asked the voice.

"Deliver the package at 8:15," he replied.

"Understood. Parameters set."

With that, the call ended. The man pocketed his phone and entered the hotel through the underground parking lot. His movements were deliberate as he navigated between the concrete pillars.

Each time his hand made contact with one, the solid surface shimmered and liquefied for a split second before returning to its original state. The change left subtle but insidious fractures behind, creeping like spiderwebs across the structure, compromising the resistance of the building.

He moved methodically, targeting strategic points throughout the parking area. Finally, as he completed his work, a low groan echoed through the building, followed by unsettling creaks and vibrations. The ground trembled beneath his feet as the hotel began to shake, its foundations protesting against the sabotage.

"now to the upper floors," The man smirked, as he moved doing the same in the rest of the building, slowly the building started to crumble, at a slow pace and the people began to panic.

His calm demeanor is unshaken as chaos slowly unfolds around him. The stage was set. To wait, he strolled to the hotel restaurant, and served himself a dish of ravioli with a glass of wine, there his final words were "come here little heroes"

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Hello guys, sorry for the delay, finally chapter thirty, it had been more difficult than I thought, but it had been an enyoiable process, thank you for reading until now.

Now a small notice, I know most of you prefer to not include more pokemon, but I was thinking to include one just one more in all the process, the other option is just make the villian mutate to another thing, leqve you thoughts on this.

Also, we are close to the end of the mini arc internships and start the second one, in patreon we are already there, and today I hope to upload two or three more chapters.

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