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Satoru Gojo currently was within one of the many penthouse suites, with the city sprawling beneath him, the orange glow of the setting sun glinting off the glass buildings.
In the distance, one could see Endeavor's agency through the floor to ceiling window, and next to it was All Mights agency, standing proud and imposing, the building a symbol of Japan's attempt at structured heroism.
Hours had passed since the incidents at the Hero Public Safety Commission. On the television was the news playing on the beak out at the HPSC.
The woman journalist giving the summary of the event was dressed in a crisp suit right in front of the building, talking to one of the top and well known managers of the HPSC.
The man in question had short, blond hair neatly parted to the side, tired sharp eyes behind rectangular glasses, and a slim, professional build, standing a head taller than the woman.
He wore a light colored dress shirt with a dark tie, a beige suit jacket, and dark pants. His look screamed polished, and businesslike, with a calm expression as he spoke with the woman.
"Mr. Nanami Kento, are we able to trust that he HPSC has this truly under control? Would'nt a break out like this lead to the logical reasoning for distrust in the safety of the Hero Public 'Safety' Commission. Do you have any words you can share?" The woman spoke in a single breath before she pointed the mic to the man.
He gave a sigh before he responded, "Yes, the Commission has everything under control. We've already deduced suspects and–" Before he could continue the woman jumped in.
"Is it true it was all thanks to the villain Kurogiri, whose last sighting was at the attack of U.A, with a warp gate quirk in his hands, do you truly expect the public to believe you will be able to catch them?" Once again she spoke. The man, Nanami, had a look of irritation before clearing his throat.
Right as he was about to answer, the television switched off. In the reflection was Gojo, sitting in a leather couch and infront of him was a glass table with papers, documents, notes and markers along with pens in a messy fashion.
Gojo himself looked tired. He still wore the black pants he had on early but now with a new white shirt and black shoes. His hair was in a mess as he leaned his head back and exhaled a heavy breath.
"This Goddamn contract." He said to himself as he sat back up and picked up the copy Higuruma handed to him. He has read it back to back, every clause, every sentence every word all in an attempt to find a loophole, something he can use to gain more leverage.
But nothing. It was air tight.
He looked at his phone besides him. 'I haven't spoken to Koun since I left to Hawks Agency. Been too busy to do so and now this happens...' He thought to himself as he picked up the phone. He needed someone to speak to, someone who could help him see his way out of this.
He thought for a moment. "I should tell him. We need to talk, not to mention his cancer he's hidden from me... I knew he was sick from coughing up blood randomly but cancer? And now this..." He looked at the call option on Kouns number. His thumb froze over it. After a long minute he gave a sigh and put the phone back down.
"I got into this mess myself. I cant drag him as well. He'll have more things to worry about and I can't be one of them." Gojo said as he closed his eyes with a bitter laugh. 'Ironic, he must of said the same thing...' He thought to himself.
"This cancer shit seems too real and dangerous. He'd need all the treatment, he's been hiding it, makes sense why he suddenly was more suddenly money conservative. Stupid idiot..." He stood up and walked towards the mini refrigerator near the television.
He bent down and took a look inside, seeing different drinks ranging from sodas to a few brands of alcohol, all neatly arranged. He took out a soda can, popped it open and then took a sip.
He walked back to the couch and sat down and let out a heavy sigh. He looked towards his phone, trying to think of anyone he can call.
"Maybe Nezu… or Aizawa. But even in their best, what could they do? Nezu can definitely negotiate, try to sway and possibly sway Kamizono..." . He slammed his forehead against his empty palm as he scolded himself. "Why didn't I call Nezu first? Why didn't I try before she cornered me?"
His anger surged. He stood abruptly, the couch groaning under him. The soda can he held went flying across the room, before crashing into the wall and making a hole in it.
The unfinished drink leaked and spilled onto the floor as Gojo then kicked the glass table, surprisingly only part of it shattered as the rest of the table skidded to the other side of the room, papers and books flying onto the floor.
He gritted his teeth, fighting to release the frustration he has been trying to keep. He then plopped back down in the couch. Hand running through his head as he used the other to straighten out his shirt.
As he thought more about the situation, a bitter, ironic thought crossed his mind.
"Maybe Ryomen had a reason for betraying Kamizono." A possible reason that seemed almost rational, but the truth was still hidden from him.
Although speaking about him aloud made Gojo grimace and a pit of disgust grew in his throat. He hated thinking about him, hated the man that was his biological father.
To blame a young boy for the death of his mother? Unreasonable. To discard him afterwards? Illogical.
"But I suppose you were supposedly some monster even as a child." Gojo said as he tried to make sense of his father hatred and abandoning.
As Gojo sat there, the hours ticked away slowly. He hadn't even realise when he had drifted off to sleep only to be awoken by a call on his phone.
He groggily picked it up and threw the phone to the other side of the room. Not wanting to speak to anybody in his current mood. He stood up and stretched his arms and looked at the mess of glass shards, notes and papers on the floor, along with the table off to the side and the can of soda that now layed in a sticky puddle of its own contents.
He ignored it all and moved to the floor to ceiling windows, the sun had fully set as darkness came over the city and even though it were truth the bright lights had lit up buildings and streets. Gojo then stood there, looking at how gorgeous Tokyo looked and ignored the distant buzzing of his phone.
'To make Japan rise to the bigger players. To bring in a new era. An era where Satoru Gojo, might be classed as Japan first Special Grade.' He thought about the words Kamizono said to himself and then gave a sigh.
"Make Japan be part of the big dogs, and she'll consider the contract complete. But it'll supposedly be even more worth my while if I make Japan rival the Americas." He scoffed at those words.
"Thats what you told me. Make Japan so great, be the best hero for Japan. Make Japan become a rival to the newer countires with special grades, and especially the Americas." He thought about her words for a moment.
A faint, almost manic smile curved his lips. 'If she wants a Special Grade hero to bring Japan to its so called glory... She desperately needs me.' He allowed himself a quiet confident laugh
"Then Ill make her and Japan be unable to live without me. Its a simple fix. Remove the higher ups, undo her manipulations, set things right. That's what it means to be the strongest.
To be able to do whatever you want, with no one even daring to stop you." He put a hand over his eyes as he turned around still laughing.
He walked over to the mess of papers and notes, this time more deliberate, breathing in deeply. "How can I be the greatest hero if I can't even save myself?" The rhetorical question echoed in the empty penthouse.
Books, notebooks, scattered papers, all had been spilled out onto the polished floor mixed with glass shards. Physics, spatial theory, quirk mechanics, observational studies, even personal experiments. Each page a testament to his obsession with space and control.
"Blue… red… purple… Infinity… warping," he muttered as he picked up the books and papers and brought them over the the table he kicked to the window and spread then out against its surface not even noticing the cuts from the glass that healed to quickly to even bleed.
Each word a trigger, a reminder of what his quirk had achieved, what it still could become. Bending space. See quirk energy across distance. Detect anyone in a radius. The erasure of matter.
He shook his head. "Not enough. I need more. So much more." The realization hit him hard. He never wanted to use his quirk this way, in the destructive way his father did, but the way Kamizono had cornered him, it demanded a response.
He looked at various experimental uses he had documented of his quirk all while recalling Koun's descriptions of his father's quirk. A slash that severs things via manipulations of space.
"From what Ive seen on media and from Koun, he mainly has 'Dismantle', a long range slash, and version of it he uses only when he comes in contact with an enemy called "Cleave"... And that thing he calls a domain expansion where he simply creates slashes in an area around him endlessly. A domain expansion... So the narcissistic dead weight calls that area his domain. Fitting for title of King."
He thought for a few moments before he smiled yet again. He flicked his hand in the direction of the couch as he picked up a paper note he made detailing what had happened to Monoma when he copied his quirk, dangerous ideas flooding his mind.
"Domain expansion you say... That does sound like a pretty cool move though... Maybe I should learn a few things from you Sukuna. I wonder." A dangerous thought crossed his mind as his grin widened, behind him the couch had split down the middle.
"It did take more focus. I need to figure out how he uses it. My finer manipulation should mean I'll be able to easily learn it and make it better... These are good starts. I'll need to also find a better usage of purple.
It's destructive but performing it puts me in a vulnerable spot as I can't focus on anything else. I just need to find a way to make it more practical and useful. An average person with good reaction time and decent mobility could dodge it probably..." These thought ran through his head as he took one of the pens he left in one of the books and began writing.
"I'll work on the new moves when I get time. Purple might be harder to train with. I'll also need to better my fighting skills, can't rely on quirks alone, someone like Aizawa could catch me off gaurd. I'll have to work on Infinity as well. Its too manual operation heavy, Ill need to somehow make it automatic."
Words kept flowing out of his mouth, things that most would struggle with getting new moves, and Gojo was already polishing out ideas and hypothetical executions.
As Gojo kept talking to himself like a mad man, he didn't realise this would be the night that marked the beginning of where his hunger for true power and strength started.
And he would take months for him to realise. Perhaps him and his father were more alike than he would ever want to admit.
Little did he know that a hunter whos greed grew with each kill, feeding the next would grow better, smarter and stronger with each kill but so would his hunger for more.
But the very moment he's hunted all, the moment he realises that theres nothing left to pursue, no meaning left to hunt... His hunger will remain, and it will devour him in the quiet.
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