MHA: Zack's Path

Having quickly left my apartment, I started making my way towards Merchant Square, the most store populated area in Musutafu.

Currently I have around 14 pens on me that I'm willing to sell for cash. I could probably make a lot of money with just a couple but I need to buy more materials to create even more stuff.

Taking out my phone and scrolling through the many apps and websites, trying to find any social media that doesn't require a hero license to access other than HeroTube so that I could advertise the new Crypto Exchange that I'd created, only to be disappointed to notice that, although MHA has really advanced tech, they do not have much in terms of social media.

"Well, that's disappointing." I mutter, putting my phone away.

"It would have made it a lot easier to advertise my tech with a suitable social media outlet, it seems that this is just another thing on my list of 'To Be Created'"

I smirk, thinking about all the money that's going to rain in, even though the crypto market would be easier to get big money from the populace at large, creating something like Twitter in the world of MHA where their are tons of people who feel like they have no voice will cause my wallet to explode.

"HAHAHA! Have no fear! Your voice we will hear!" Despite groaning at how caring I just sounded, I couldn't help but feel a little excited, after all, the more money that comes in, the better the tech that I can make.

Once I get more comfortable with creating new technology, I can start on some super high class projects connected to my own official crypto coin and not the template coin that's on the exchange right now. I have warned people that it's just a template and that they should not buy it, but I doubt everyone will listen.

Anyway, tommorow I'll look to see if any new coins have been created, the app hasn't been up for long but their arn't really that many similar types of apps in the app store except for the stock market ones.

Crossing the road to reach Merchant Square, I look around and try to find a shop that is willing to buy new technology created by an unlicensed kid.

"I didn't really think this through, did I?"

Turning left down a small street, not really worried about getting mugged by a small time criminal, I spot a place called "Auto Mags", and after peering through the window, it seems to really be a gunsmith's store.

Sighing with relief, I open the door and walk up to the counter, the guy at the counter eyeing me suspiciously, probably wondering why someone so young has entered a store littered with weapons.

"Is there something that I can help you with something kid," He asks, one of his hands slowly reaching under his desk. Probably getting ready to press the silent alarm.

"My name is Zack, I've come to bargain." I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Alright I admit, not the smartest choice of words to say when being surrounded by guns, as I soon learned when he pulled out a lock from under the desk and pointed the barrel at my face.

" You've got ten seconds to either rephrase that, or to get the fuck out of my store."

Normally a kid would at least be feeling nervous in this situation, hands shaking, perhaps even sweating a little bit. Despite how anime makes it look, unless you have bullet proff skin, having a quirk won't save you from a bullet through through the brain.

Most kids would even start stuttering, finding it hard to form a sentence or even look away from the gun in the man's hand... but I'm not most people.

I've fraught on battle fields, survived invasions and defeated more enemies than I can count. I've gutted and chopped even the most vile of creatures to pieces, slowly and painfully, taking in their screams as I got revenge against my foes for all the lives that they've taken.

This is why I can stand here, staring the man directly in the man's eyes without fear of being shot as I say my next words.

"I've come to sell some weapons that I've created. I need some cash to buy materials with and I figured this would be the a good place to sell my stuff."

He eyes me carefully, wondering how a child could possibly make fire arms, especially fire arms that are worth selling. Even with a quirk you'd need some knowledge of how a gun works to create one, wouldn't you?

"Slowly reach into your pockets, take them out and place them on the counter. Don't try anything funny or ill shoot. Being a child won't get you any mercy from me."

Doing as the man said, I slowly put my hands into my pockets and bring out the cases with a few pens in each and set them onto the counter.

"They are inside the cases. I wanted to make something better, but I only had the materials to create small weapons like laser pens. Nothing too great, just something nice and easy."

For second I thought I saw his eyebrows twitch when he heard me called a laser, no matter how small, easy to make.

"Little brat, are you making fun of me?" He asks, his eyes narrowing.

Lowering the gun a little bit, he opens one of the cases with his other hand and takes one of the pens out.

"Well, it's definitely a pen." He mutters, carefully looking at it, spotting some of the visible material modifications that I've made before pointing it at a nearby target and clicking.

*vmm*

A laser quickly shot out and started melting the target so quickly, that it had almost reached the wall as the shopkeeper, alarmed, quickly clicked again, causing the laser to disappear.

"Fuck." He cursed, not expecting the pen to actually work.

"Aright kid, tell me how you got these and I won't call the police to cuff you for illegally stealing owning such dangerous weapons without a license."

"Like I said before I didn't steal these, I made them myself with the materials that I had at home."

"Please, pull the other one. How can shortstack like you create something like this. Even if you had a quirk which could make such a thing, you'd need at least basic understanding about how lasers worked to create this." He scoffed, tightening his grip on the gun in his hand.

"Says who? You don't know every quirk that ever existed and with people like Star and Strip who can do almost anything with a command who's to say what quirks can exist?"

We glare at each other, me not liking my integrity being questioned and hum not wanting to be taken for a fool. We stay like this for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to look away first.

*sigh*

"Fine kid, you win. What do you want for all these and how many are their?" He asks, lowering the gun and not bothering to check the other cases as he puts the pen away.

"I won't take advantage of you, just twenty million yen each."

"BOY!"

"Alright, Alright. Ten million yen for each pen, I'll go no lower. These are really expensive to make."

"Nine million each, I won't go any higher. Don't try con me."

"Deal!"

We shake hands and he goes into the back to put away the pens and get the cash.

"You sure you want this in cash? Arn't you afraid of getting jumped?"

"Ha! They can try to jump me, but they'll end up in the hospital with a few broken limbs." I smirk, causing the man to swallow nervously, wondering if it was really a good idea to lower the gun.

"Alright, here's the money. Be careful not to get shot on the way back."

"Thanks." I roll my eyes, making my way to the door.

"One moment, why weren't you afraid when the gun was aimed at you? That's not normal for such a young kid. Even hero course students at U.A would get nervous at that."

I look back, my growing smirk causing him to subconsciously reach for his gun again.

"I know what someone who knows how to shoot looks like, I make weapons remember."

"Oh."

"Also your safety was on."

"WHAT?!"

I let out a loud laugh as I exit the store leaving him to hold his head in his hands at such a rookie mistake.

"Heh, sucker. The pens weren't worth that much. Have I just created a new money hack?"