Systematic Shinobi: Multiverse Mayhem - Chapter 14.1 (Patreon)

Izuku Midoriya or rather Deku flinched back as if struck at his words, "How did you-?"

He began to ask but he was cut off by the blonde, Mirio or rather Lemillion as was his hero name. The big hero who wanted to save a million people, but didn't have the stones to save one little girl.

"Regardless of your reasons, what you've done is murder, and you've kidnapped a girl," Lemillion firmly pointed out, "I don't know what you've done with her, a quirk of some kind I'm sure, but you're going to bring her back right now and face justice for your crimes."

"Yeah?" Daiki cocked his side and gave them a massive fang bearing smirk, "And who's gonna accomplish that? Michael Mc'doesn't Exist?"

He'd seen it after all. The two strongest of this world. All Might and All For One, within Deku's mind, saw their big titular fight.

He wasn't impressed.

"Full Cowling!" Deku suddenly declared, sparks of green electricity erupting around his form, "7%!"

And then he erupted towards Daiki.

Opening with a flying jump kick.

Of all things.

A flying jump kick?

From the front!?

"Yeah, no." Daiki snorted at the slow ass, incredibly telegraphed frontal attack.

And punched down just as the foot met him.

Right on the knee cap.

Deku screamed as his kneecap shattered from the blow and he hit the ground clutching at it, only for it to be interrupted as Daiki gave him a light kick in the face and sent him skidding across the rooftop.

"Deku!" Lemillion cried out in horror and worry.

"Is that it?" Daiki laughed, "So much for All Might's big successor."

"What?!" Lemillion's head whipped towards him.

And despite the agony Deku was no doubt in, the boys head did the same and stared at Daiki in horror, "H-how…?" he sputtered out.

"I plucked it from your puny little head you useless loser," Daiki scoffed, "Not that'd matter, the same would happen to that utter buffoon as well if he tried to pick a fight with me."

What else could the man be but a buffoon for choosing someone like this as his successor? The next symbol of peace?

He shook his head and bared his teeth at the older of the two, "What about you Lemillion? Gonna try your hand next?" he taunted, "A failure of a hero like you? Don't even bother. Save a million people? You didn't even have the balls to save one girl. You should take that costume off right now and get on your knees and bow your head you absolute waste of space."

Was he laying it on a bit too harshly? Definitely. From what he saw, this guy wasn't that bad of a guy. He was a really good guy even. But that didn't matter to Daiki right now with how absolutely furious and murderous he was.

If he didn't let out the aggression, he was going to do something crazy.

"I wanted to, but I-" Lemillion tried to protest.

"But you had orders," Daiki scoffed cutting him off, "Fat load of good that would do Eri though. Wanna know that that sick freak I put down like the piece of trash he is did to her?" he asked, stepping forward, killing intent radiating from his form.

And Lemillion-

He stepped back, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

In response chakra swirled into Daiki's eyes, and an image appeared in the air between them. A simple projection based genjutsu that could be performed with the Shinkugan.

An image of Eri, strapped to a cold metal chair in a blindingly white room. And then Chisaki appeared, scalpel in hand and cut into her, bit, by bit. And then he touched her.

And Eri screamed as her body exploded into chunks of meat. Splattering all over the chair, the ground, Chisaki himself.

Before he nodded to himself.

And the meaty chunks that were her body, swivelled back in reverse and reformed back into Eri.

Lemillion collapsed to his knees and vomited.

"That wasn't the only time he did that to her. Dozens, hundreds, more. I lost count when I looked into his head back there," Daiki eyed the image almost dispassionately, if not for the burning rage in his eyes, his pupils outright vibrating within his iris, "That's what you pathetic losers were going to send her back to. For orders? You're no hero. And that's why I killed him, and that's why I'll find her somewhere safe to go, you aren't worthy to do it. Not you, not Deku, and not your pathetic precious little Sir Nighteye either."

Fucking losers.

Honestly, he'd lost interest in them now. There was only one real way to soothe his rage.

He was going to go slaughter the rest of Overhaul's little gang.

He turned-

"E-even so," the voice of Lemillion stopped him, "I can't allow that poor little girl to go with someone like you who can murder so casually, and hurt Deku so easily. Who knows what you'll do to her?"

He looked over his shoulder to see the older blonde wannabe hero pushing himself to his feet on shaky legs that quickly became firm, and brandished his fist at Daiki, "She needs a hero, and it might be hypocritical of me, but I'll be her hero now!"

His other hand came up to press something on his ear that looked like an earbud of some sort-

And then Lemillion dashed towards him just as fast as Deku had launched himself.

And then slipped through the ground and disappeared out of view.

Daiki looked down and peered at the boy practically swimming through the solid building, re-orienting himself.

Angling towards Daiki from his left, diagonally.

And then he launched up like a finely loosened spring and erupted from the ground, fist outstretched towards Daiki's chin from the side.

Only for Daiki's elbow to smash into the top of his head and drop him to the ground, stunned.

"Nice try, weakling." Daiki snorted, planting his sandal clad foot atop the blondes head.

His quirk, permeation from what he'd read from the older blondes mind, was basically a bootleg rip off and inferior version of Obito's Kamui.

He was completely intangible when it was in effect. And he was very skilled at turning it off and on to avoid attacks and strike himself.

He however, was nowhere near fast enough to strike at Daiki before he could counter. Never mind the fact that with the Shinkugan he could see him anywhere he went with it.

"One For All!"

Not even bothering to take his foot off of Lemillion's head, Daiki looked over at Deku and heard the commitment in his voice. Crackling red veins energy twinkled over his entire body as he forced himself up onto his one unbroken leg.

A snarling angry look was on the boys face, "100%" he declared and exploded forward with so much speed and force the part of the building roof he was standing on exploded into chunks, "SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" he roared at Daiki as he launched at him like a wild animal.

Far, far faster than he was moving before.

The difference between the him now, and the him before was light heaven and earth. He was faster even, than a bullet!

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Too bad for him Daiki was faster than bullets even after he just woke up that first time from being murdered by those rock humpers.

Daiki caught his stupidly telegraphed one hundred percent punch at the wrist and redirected it upwards. A shock wave of pure force erupted from the power of the punch into the air.

And Deku cried out in pain as his arm went snap, crackle and pop from the sheer force of the blow he let off.

And then Daiki headbutted him.

His nose broke.

And Deku went limp in his grasp, unconscious.

Naruto wouldn't have went down to that.

Naruto literally got his lungs gouged out, burned alive. Smashed on his head from hundreds of feet up and his neck snapped.

When he was twelve or thirteen, in the original timeline and didn't go down to it. And this kid was supposed to be better than him?

"Yeah right." Daiki scoffed.

Though…there was one similar thing about him and Naruto, something he'd noticed when he was scouring his mind. He supposed he had time to check it out.

Holding the limp unconscious form of Deku up in front of him, Daiki peered through his eyelids and straight into his eyes. And then peered straight into his mind-

And through it.

There was a small bit of resistance, stronger than what Samantha tried to block him off with, but nothing he couldn't just brush aside easily.

The physical world bled away from around him, a deep inky blackness like the vastness of space shimmered into existence around him.

And he appeared standing on the floating remnants of a room within that vastness of space.

A room with nine high backed red chairs, almost like small thrones. And people sitting within each and every single one them, except one that remained empty.

"Well now, isn't this interesting." Daiki bared his teeth in a grin, taking in the forms of what was clearly the past wielders of One For All.

"We couldn't block you, at all." one of them said, eyes wide. He was a young, pale and frail looking man with limp white hair, "…Not even my brother could come close to something like this."

"Well…looks like we've got a real monster on her hands." another stated, a tall broad shouldered bald man with a leather jacket and goggles laughed nervously.

"All Might huh?" Daiki ignored them, his interest on the only eight of the people there that wasn't solid and instead appeared as shimmering golden energy reminiscent of the man in likeness from what he saw in Deku's mind, "So when you guys die, you end up in here? What an interesting way to cheat death."

"It wasn't intended for anything of the sort," the only female of the group, a tall solidly built women with thighs that could give Chun Li a run for their money scowled, "Why are you here?" she demanded.

She didn't move, but the tenseness in her posture was easy to see, so much so he didn't even need the Shinkugan to note the trembling of her muscles, as if prepared to jump into action at any point.

"Curiosity, nothing special sweet cheeks," Daiki smirked at her, "I was just a little bit interested after I saw this place in his mind when I was scoping little Deku's memories."

"Sweet cheeks!?" she blinked, taken aback.

"Little Deku?" one of the others spoke up, the redhead with short spiky hair and an x-shaped scar across his face, he reminded me of that Bakugou loser from Deku's memories in looks, "So are you older than you appear then? Your build is incredibly, but going by your face, I would say you aren't anymore than fifteen yourself."

"No, I'm 13, but I'm still massively beyond that clown you people are inside is mentally," Daiki snorted, before shrugging, "Well, whatever I don't care. I've got some pieces of trash to eviscerate." he turned and prepared to leave-

"Wait, you're just leaving?" the woman gaped at him, "After forcing your way in here with us completely powerless to stop your sheer will power? You're not going to try and steal us away and take the power for yourself?"

…That was an option?

"You're seriously only 13? And that strong? And what a mouth on you kid." the bald one laughed.

Not that he wanted it anyway. One For All, a stockpile based quirk that stockpiled power over time. Going by how many people were here and their ages, and how long All might had been a hero according to Deku's memories.

It had been accumulating power for well over a hundred years.

And it didn't even match up to his base form in physical ability.

"Why the hell would I want such a useless power? Especially one that comes along with baggage like you people," Daiki snorted, "Even with this none of you could even touch that All For One Clown, I could kill him with my eyes closed. You're literally useless to me."

And they definitely weren't fucking helpful at all. Deku had all these people in his head and still fought like a fucking toddler with a blindfold on.

He could have killed that moron as a ten year old academy brat. That was how bad of a fighter he was. Literally just dodge his super telegraphed attack lead out and kunai to the throat.

Bam.

Dead.

And with his piece said, and each and every inhabitant of Deku's little weird mind scape left gaping at him, Daiki made his leave.

"Wait-!" the woman stood, calling after him and rushed over to place a hand on his shoulder.

But he was already leaving.

The world bled back into existence and he found himself once again back in the real world, standing atop Lemillion and holding the dangling unconscious buffoon Deku by the arm.

He promptly dropped him to the ground and turned to leave, he had things to do.

'Daiki…we have a problem.' Isobu suddenly said.

Daiki paused, "What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing. Did he forget something.

'What the hell…where the hell am I? What the hell are these giant monsters?!' a foreign, yet familiar female voice asked.

It was the voice of the woman he just met in Deku's head!

'You've got to be kidding me!' Daiki's eyes widened.