'What is this '? ' Yagi Toshinori mumbled as he stared at the people that filled the street.

Feeling something collide against his side, he looked down to see a man dressed in a gray business suit holding a leather bag in one hand and a cell phone in the other. The man stumbled and was about to fall back, so the blond put a hand on his shoulder to help steady him.

'Are you alright? ' He asked.

The businessman looked up at the foreigner in shock, obviously having never met anyone as big and muscular as him before. Giving the huge man an apology, he hurried away, resuming his conversation on the phone.

A group of girls in school uniform passed by, chatting about a new pastry store that had just opened down the street.

A family of three crossed the street, the child was sitting on the father's shoulder while the mother pushed along a toy wagon. The two adults were laughing along with whatever the child was chattering.

This was not what he had expected when he infiltrated the infamous criminal city.

Toshinori gazed up at the five black buildings that towered over the rest, stretching towards the sky like iron pillars.

At the very least, he wasn't expecting the city to be so well-kept and modernized. He had imagined a city where civilians lived in constant terror of the criminals that ruled over them. He had imagined bad guys running around freely in an extremely run-down town, attacking people just for entertainment.

Never had he expected everything to be so 'normal.

This was just like any ordinary, everyday city he had been to.

No ' Toshinori paused as he looked around. There was something different about this place than the outside world. Something was lacking, but what?

After going into a deep thought ' realization finally slapped him in the face.

"I'm standing out!" He gasped, somehow managing to keep his outburst to a strained whisper as he gawked at the people around him. In a city of Old Humans who were all frail and small looking, he was sticking out like a sore thumb! On top of that, since he had expected to jump into battle the moment he infiltrated the city, he was in his muscle form, making him bulkier than normal!

Toshinori slumped shoulders as if that would make him look smaller as he headed for the nearest clothing store. Perhaps he could at least find something to cover himself and make him stand out less.

Alas, Toshinori soon discovered the harsh reality as he dragged his feet out of the department store. Apparently, Yokohama's currency was very different from the rest of Japan.

Of course it would be! Why wouldn 't it?!

'Shiiiit! '

He cried out in English, earning funny looks from the people around him. However, at this point, Toshinori could hardly care about other people 's gazes as he was trying to figure out what to do.

There 's no way he could go into a bank, that would give him away...

'If you 're looking for a bank, it 's over there. ' A voice spoke up.

Toshinori looked around but didn't see anyone.

'Down here. ' The voice called again.

Toshinori lowered his gaze until he saw a young boy with raven black hair, sucking on a lollipop as he "looked" up at him. Actually, the blond wasn't certain if the boy was looking at him or not, as he couldn't tell if those eyes were even open.

'Hello there, young man! ' He greeted with his trademark smile. He crouched down, trying to get as low as he can so the child wouldn't be intimidated by his size. The boy was very young 'twelve perhaps?

The kid rolled the lollipop around his tongue as he regarded the No.1 Hero.

' 'You 're not good at this undercover thing are you, mister? '

'What?! ' Toshinori spluttered, jumping back in panic. 'W-what makes you think that, lad? '

'Well, for one, you 're a foreigner. ' The boy stated flatly, pointing out the obvious. 'We don 't have a lot of you guys around here. '

'N-nonsense! I just ' '

'I won 't tell anyone. ' The boy said, cutting off the adult 's frantic explanation. He pulled his lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and used it to point at a building across the street. 'You can exchange your money at that bank. '

Toshinori instantly calmed as he stared at the child. 'What do you mean, boy? '

'How do you think we get money when we leave Yokohama? Of course the bank offers currency exchange. '

'You can leave the city?! ' Toshinori couldn't help but exclaim.

'Yeah. ' The boy responded as if it was the most obvious thing. "Did you think we were shut in here and can't get out? '

'Wait! ' Toshinori held out a hand, needing some time to absorb the new piece of information. The people here can leave? Why has he never heard of it?

'Can you tell me more about Yokohama, boy? '

'Sure. ' The boy chirped, stuffing the lollipop back into his mouth as his lips stretched apart in a Cheshire cat smile.

Half an hour later, Toshinori sat on a wooden bench in a park. The boy was beside him, licking on a three scoop ice cream cone with three large bags of snacks beside him.

'Thanks, mister!" The boy sang cheerfully as he swung his legs back and forth. Toshinori looked down at his flattened wallet, then to the kid.

Since when did children become so frightening?

"Hey, mister! Open this for me!" The boy called, waving a can of juice to get his attention.

'Of course. ' Toshinori smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. At least he now has usable cash.

He popped open the can and handed it back to the boy. The boy grinned as he reached out to take the juice. The moment Toshinori let go, the can slipped from the child's small hand and fell onto the man 's lap.

"Ah!" The boy cried, snatching the can before it could bounce off and hit the ground. Since he caught it upside down, the juice was still pouring onto a certain hero's pants.

' ' '

"Oh no '" The boy frowned, shaking the now empty can and looking at it sadly.

'Do you want me to buy you a new one? ' Toshinori offered, pulling out a pink flower-print handkerchief to dap the wet spot on his pants.

'Nope! ' The boy replied as he tossed the empty juice can into the trash bin beside them. "So, what do ya wanna know? ' He sang, his mood suddenly doing a hundred and eighty. The mourning for his juice went by so fast that Toshinori almost couldn 't react.

'Do you know anything about Ability users? ' The blond asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if such a young child would know anything, but any information was helpful at this point.

'Nothing much. ' The boy hummed. "It's pretty much just like your Quirks, though some of them need conditions to activate. '

"You seemed to know a lot of Quirks." Toshinori noticed. "Have you been outside Yokohama before?"

"Nope, it's broadcasted all the time on TV."

'

TV?!

' Just like that, his vision of Yokohama was shattered once more. "You have TV?! No! You have outside channels?!"

"Of course, we aren't cavemen. We get channels from all over the world." The boy seemed amused by the adult 's reaction. 'Like that America 's Tunneling Hero from three days ago. It was obvious a Villain would get to him sooner or later. He put too much trust on his sensor Quirk. '

Toshinori stiffened just from listening to this boy talking so casually about a fallen Hero. He finally realized what was wrong with this city compared to the outside.

The people here lived without knowing the fear of Villains. Even this boy, he had watched a live broadcast of a Villain beating a Hero and treated it like some action movie. They did not understand the terror and unease people felt when a Villain defeated a Hero and ran free.

To them, the dangers of the outside world didn 't affect them.

And that was where Yoshinori finally realized another major difference between this city and the rest of the world.

It was too quiet.

Distracted by the sight of the city, Toshinori had failed to notice something so obvious. ' He had entered Yokohama for half a day now, yet he hadn't heard a single cry for help.

It was something he never even thought was possible. Even after he had been ranked as the No.1 Hero, crime still existed everywhere. He could go to the convenience store and come back with three freshly caught Villains.

Yet here in Yokohama, there wasn't the slightest bit of disturbance anywhere.

And more importantly '

'Wait! If you got channels, then that means '!! '

'Yep. ' The boy snickered and dug around his bags of treats. "Your identity is as clear as day, No.1 Hero, All Might."

For the next ten minutes, the people of Yokohama were able to witness an amazing sight in a local park.

A gigantic blond man was all curled up on a wooden bench. He had his knees pulled against his chest with his face buried within his hand. Beside him sat a tiny boy who was completely covered by the giant's shadow. He was munching on a freshly baked Taiyaki without a care in the world.

"Mommy, what's that?" A little girl asked, pointing at the curled up blond.

'Oh my, ' the mother had a hand on her cheek, tilting her head as she looked at the quivering man her daughter was pointing at. 'That is a Hikikomori, sweetie. '

"What's that?" The girl blinked in curiosity.

'Hikikomori are adults who are afraid of being outside. '

"Why?" The girl looked even more confused now. "Is there something scary here?"

"Of course not!" The mother took her daughter 's hand. 'That 's why you mustn 't grow up to become one of them. '

'Is it bad to be them? '

'Yes, darling. ' The mother smiled brightly and spoke the cruel words with a sweet, sugary voice. "If you become someone so

useless

and

unnecessary

to society, mommy and daddy will be really sad. '

"I won't make mommy and daddy sad! I won 't be a Hi 'Hikikimokuri! '

'Good girl! '

The mother and daughter left the park hand in hand. If that woman had the Ability or Quirk to make her words take physical shape, they would no doubt be arrows stabbing into the so-called Hikikomori.

The raven-haired boy turned to the apparently

useless

and

unnecessary

No.1 Hero who was currently being worshipped around the globe. The man had stopped shaking from embarrassment and became painfully still. Slowly and robotically, he uncurled himself. His right foot touched the ground first, followed by his left.

They sat there in silence for a long moment until the man coughed into his hand, trying to ease the awkwardness.

'S-so young man, you said that some Abilities have, uh, conditions? ' The Hero asked, going back into their previous topic.

'Correct! ' The boy beamed as if he had been waiting for the man to ask him that. Thank goodness the kid didn't mention anything of what just happened, or Toshinori might really die from embarrassment.

'Like my Ability for example! '

Ocean blue eyes widened and the American watched the boy take out a pair of glasses.

Did he hear that right?

Did the boy say he was one of those Ability users?

'When I put on these glasses, I can activate my Ability, Ultra-Deduction! '

'Ultra-Deduction? ' Toshinori parroted.

'Yep! My Ability will let me see the truth behind every mystery! One glance at a person and I'll know everything about what there is to know! '

Toshinori swallowed, watching the boy putting on his glasses.

'Ability: Ultra-Deduction! '

' ' '

The man waited and waited, but nothing seemed different.

'Hmm, so that 's how it is~ ' The boy smirked and adjusted his glasses. And then, those eyelids peeled open, revealing bright emerald eyes sharply staring into the older man's blue ones.

Toshinori 's breath hitched the moment he saw those eyes.

Those were not the eyes children should have. There was no childish innocence or curiosity anywhere within those emerald orbs. The moment Toshinori stared into those eyes, he felt like all his secrets were exposed to this boy. As though the boy could just see through him with a simple glance like he claimed he could.

'Say Mister 'which generation are you of inheriting that power? '

' '! ' Toshinori shot out of his seat in shock. His heart hammered heavily within his ribcage as he stared at the boy in disbelief.

'Your powers are way too strong. If it was an Ability, it wouldn 't be surprising, but yours is a Quirk, and a Quirk 's power is limited by the body of the user." The boy explained, waving his finger around in the air. "From the abnormal strength of your power, there can only be one conclusion."

Then, his finger pointed to the man.

"Your power is the type that grows every time it gets transferred to the next host. In other words, it can stack up the power of its host. This means you must be the seventh," green eyes narrowed, "no, the

eighth

generation."

A large droplet of sweat rolled down Toshinori 's head.

Who is this kid?

Was that really all just from his Ability?

If that was his Ability, then just how strong was this boy's power? If the world was to know the existence of this kind of power, Toshinori was certain both Villains and Governments would do anything to get a hold of this boy, even if it means breaking into this city and confronting the Port Mafia.

'Since you bought me snacks, I 'll give you a warning, mister! ' The boy said cheerfully before his face turned serious. 'You should go back. '

Toshinori stared at the child, still unable to recover from the shock.

"This place isn't suitable for people like you." Green eyes darted down, then back up to meet the American's eyes. He mouthed out the last part,

'they know you 're here. '

With that, the boy took off his glasses, carefully tucking it into his pocket before grabbing the remainder of his snacks.

'Bye, bye, mister! See you later! '

With that, he scurried away, leaving a completely frozen man standing alone in the park.

Toshinori stood there for a long time. Then, as if nothing had happened, the blond giant strolled out of the park.

He searched around the area before finding a hotel and booked a night there.

The hotel wasn't a particularly big one. It was only seven stories tall and the staff arranged him a room on the top floor. Coincidentally, that room was also on the side with the perfect view of Port Mafia's headquarters.

The first thing Toshinori did after going into his room was to shut himself in the bathroom. He looked around, checking for any surveillance. When the room was all clear, Toshinori looked down at his pants.

He slowly reached into one of the pockets on the side of his leg. The fabric there was still damp from the juice. He felt around until his finger brushed by a cubic object. Carefully, he pulled that thing out and brought it up to his eyes.

It was a tiny black box-like device. It didn't look anything like the kind the Hero was familiar with, but there's no doubt that this was a tracking device.

'Since when? ' Toshinori gritted his teeth, unable to believe that he was this careless. When did they start watching him? How long had they been watching him?

Toshinori thought back to when that child dropped his juice. That wasn't an accident. That boy knew there was a listening device on him. He knew and pretended to spill his juice to jam it so that whoever was on the other side wouldn't overhear them.

How could this be?

The only thing Toshinori could think of right now was the boy. Was he safe? If these criminals realized the boy had helped him, will he be targeted?

Toshinori crushed the device in his hand, grinding it into dust. He walked out of the bathroom, gazing out the window and to those five black buildings looming over him.

'Calm down ' ' Toshinori told himself repeatedly.

That child was safe. He was far more intelligent than even most adults. Even so, his safety will only be temporary. The enemy 's eyes may be on him right now, but '

?

If he lets it drag on, then we might change target 'is what he 'll think.

?

The enemy might grow impatient and turn their eyes to the boy. To ensure that boy's safety, there was only one thing Toshinori could do '

?

So his only option will be to confront us.

?

He will find the Port Mafia before they find the boy.

?

Will he charge into the Headquarter?

?

?

No.

?

Toshinori thought of charging into the Port Mafia base, but that would be too risky. First, he has no idea if there are any innocent people in there. Second, if he were to push the Port Mafia into a corner, there was no telling what they would do. At any given time, this entire city could become hostage used against him.

He has too little information, but he couldn 't afford to wait until he 's prepared like he originally planned. If he doesn't act, the Port Mafia might go after that boy and he won't let that happen.

The blond turned and looked around the table before finding a map within the stack of advertisements and coupons.

?

He will use the map.

?

????????????????

On the highest floor of the Port Mafia headquarters, a young boy wrapped in bandages stood by the window, staring at the hotel below them.

A man quietly stood behind him, dutifully waiting for orders with his hands folded behind his back. His raven hair mixed with gray ones were swept back over his head. He wore a monocle over his right eye, secured by a gold chain.

He observed the child he had been assigned to. While he was unable to understand his boss's decision, he didn't question his orders. He treated this child like any other commanding officers, disregarding the fact that the boy was just eight years old.

In Yokohama, age is irrelevant as long as the individual has the talent.

'Tell the tails to let the target notice them. ' The boy ordered. 'Don 't make it too obvious. '

'Yes. ' The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a black flip phone and began typing the new order to his subordinates.

'Say, Hirotsu-san ' ' The boy looked over his shoulder. His dull eyes stared at the tall man behind him. 'Do you know what the biggest difference between Heroes and Villains is?"

'I do not," Hirotsu replied.

If the people of the outside world were to be asked that question, they could probably write up a whole book to define the differences between Heroes and Villains.

The best example they will use would be to talk about how evil and justice were like two sides of a coin. These are two sides that can never meet face to face. If one looks up, the other must look down.

However, to the Port Mafia, they may be two sides of a coin, but in the end they were still the same coin.

'Villains devise plans and Heroes break their plans. A good Villain needs to have a good brain, but a Hero doesn 't need that. What they need is the power to overcome obstacles. As long as they are strong, they can overcome anything. ' The child muttered, sounding extremely bored with that kind of concept.

'There are three fundamentals for Heroes and Villains. For Heroes, it 's to rescue, protect and defeat. For Villains, it's to destroy, kill and take. Evil does evil for the sake of evil; justice does justice for the sake of justice. It's a very simplistic world outside."

Hirotsu didn't say anything. He was standing there quietly when a buzzing sound followed by strong vibrations came from his pocket. He pulled out his phone again and looked down at the caller ID. With the phone centered in his palm, he bowed and presented it to the child.

The boy took the phone, not bothering to see who it was and put it against his ear.

'Mori-san, ' he greeted the person on the other side without missing a beat.

'Dazai-kun, ' came the voice on the other end. 'How are the preparations for our guest? '

'All according to plan, ' was the short and simple answer.

'Excellent. I will be expecting him in my office at eight o 'clock tomorrow. '

With that, the person on the other side hung up. The child handed the phone back to Hirotsu and gazed up at the sky which was painted crimson by the setting sun.

'Hirotsu-san, I believe we have two new additions that came in last month. Bring them with you. '

Hirotsu furrowed his brows, needing a couple of seconds before he remembered which two the boy was referring to.

'They have just begun their training period and are still new to the organization. We have far more experienced members with suitable Abilities that can ' '

'No need. ' Dazai coldly cut the older man off. He turned away from the window, giving one last look to the hotel before taking his leave.

'Those two are more than enough. '