MHA; Traflagar D. Water Law

Chapter 11: The Green Star.

The wide alley was eerily silent under the dim glow of scattered streetlights, their beams cutting through the dense fog of the night. The city seemed asleep, yet there was an undeniable tension in the air. A black van stood parked near a run-down house at the end of the alley, its matte surface absorbing the dim light. Crates were stacked neatly in its open trunk, the faint glint of metal inside them hinting at their questionable contents.

Three men, clad in dark clothing, carried automatic rifles with a firm grip, their postures tense and alert. They moved cautiously down the alley, their boots crunching on the gravel-strewn path. A loud crash shattered the silence—a garbage bin tipped over, spilling its contents across the ground. Startled, the men froze, their eyes darting to the sound, weapons raised.

A narrow side alley branched off from the main one. There, in the shadows, stood two figures. Eraser Head, his scarf coiled loosely around his shoulders, was a statue of calm determination. Beside him, Trafalgar Law, donned in his yellow, black-spotted hoodie and blue jeans, was visibly tense. This was Law's first serious mission with his mentor, and his nerves showed in the slight tremor of his hands.

The faint glow of the streetlight caught Eraser Head's eyes as they shifted from their usual black to a glowing crimson. His muscles tensed, and he prepared to pounce on the armed men now approaching. But before he could move, Law's hand shot out, grabbing his mentor's arm.

Eraser Head turned, his sharp eyes meeting Law's. The younger man shook his head vehemently, his expression a mix of fear and determination. He gestured for Eraser Head to wait, silently conveying that the situation required precision, not brute force.

Law adjusted Eraser Head's arm, lowering it to waist level, his fingers pointing downward. He inhaled deeply and whispered, "Room…"

A translucent blue aura expanded from his hand, rippling out to envelop the entire alley. The glow was faint, almost ethereal, swallowing Law, Eraser Head, and the three men ahead.

The armed men hesitated, sensing a strange shift in the atmosphere. The pale blue light around them was too faint to identify, but its presence unsettled them.

Suddenly, Law stepped out from behind the wall, his figure materializing in the main alley. The men's eyes widened as they spotted him, their fingers tightening on their triggers. Their rifles were aimed squarely at him, but Law's gaze remained fixed, unflinching. His gray eyes locked onto their weapons, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

For a moment, time seemed to slow. The garbage scattered across the ground caught Law's attention. His voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and commanding.

"Shambles!"

In an instant, the rifles vanished from the men's hands, replaced by bags of garbage. Their shock was palpable as they stared at the sudden, filthy replacements in their grip. The real weapons clattered to the ground at Law's feet.

Before the men could process what had happened, Eraser Head surged forward with the speed of a coiled spring. His movements were a blur as he unleashed a flurry of powerful kicks. Each strike landed with precision and force, dropping the men one by one in mere seconds. Their bodies hit the ground with dull thuds, unconscious before they could react.

Law, who had watched the display in awe, approached Eraser Head slowly. His voice carried a mix of admiration and disbelief. "Do you secretly fight in underground arenas or something?"

Eraser Head smirked, brushing a stray hair from his face. "Good work. I thought you'd end up as a bullet-riddled corpse."

Law chuckled, the tension breaking slightly. "What an encouraging sentiment from my mentor on my first mission."

Their moment of levity was interrupted by a faint noise from the house near the van. Both men turned their attention to the building. One of its upper windows was lit, and behind the glass stood a bald man. Sweat dripped down his face, his expression one of sheer panic. Behind him, over a dozen men crowded into the room, their unease evident.

"This can't be happening," the bald man stammered. "What is Eraser Head doing here by himself?"

The room erupted in whispers, fear spreading like wildfire. "Eraser Head? Why is he here?" one man muttered.

"This ends the game entirely!" another cried.

"They're going to catch us all!"

"No doubt the police have surrounded the area. Our freedom is already over," someone whimpered.

"No," the bald man said, his voice trembling with finality. "It's already over."

From the back of the room, a figure emerged. He was tall and athletic, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. His emerald hair shimmered in the dim light, and he carried himself with an air of confidence.

"You're overthinking this," the man said with a smile. "My boss won't forgive me if this shipment doesn't make it to him."

The bald man turned to him, his voice rising in anger. "I don't care about you or your boss right now! All of this is happening because of your illegal quirk tournaments! If we hadn't gotten involved with you, none of this would be happening!"

The green-haired man's smile widened. He tilted his head, and a faint green aura began to radiate from his body. The air grew heavy, and the tension in the room was suffocating.

Without warning, the bald man was hurled backward, his body crashing into the wall. The impact shattered the window, sending shards of glass raining down. The wall behind him cracked, and he crumpled to the ground amidst the debris.

Outside, Law and Eraser Head tensed as they heard the crash. Their eyes locked on the broken window as the dust began to settle. The green-haired man's silhouette became visible, his figure illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming through the shattered opening.

As the dust cleared, the moonlight caught his eyes, which glowed with an unnatural intensity. He smirked, his voice calm yet menacing. "Yare yare. This place no longer holds any value now that the police and heroes are here."

His feet began to glow with the same green energy. Turning to the remaining men, he spoke dismissively. "This ends our deal. Do as you please."

"Wait!" one of the men pleaded. "Don't leave us like this!"

But the green-haired man ignored their cries. With a single, powerful leap, he launched himself into the night sky, leaving behind a streak of green light like a shooting star.

Law and Eraser Head stood silently, watching the glowing figure disappear into the heavens. Law broke the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. "He's flying… like a green firework."

The men left in the room collapsed to their knees, their despair palpable. "It's over," one of them muttered, his voice trembling.

"Our fate is sealed…" another whispered, burying his face in his hands.

The alley, once filled with tension, now stood still, the quiet night reclaiming its domain.

.

.

~ More Chapters ;

patr eon. com/Sakana0