Overhaul's eyes, slowly, as if he was waking up from a long, terrible dream opened. For the past couple of minutes, he was silently drifting in and out of conciousness, loosing his fight against exhaustion everytime he thought he could finally stand up.
"What the hell happened?", Overhaul cursed to himself, as he was lying on the floor, the gravel biting into his back, unable to lift a finger. He was entirely unaware of what has transpired when he tried to merge himself with Nemoto.
"Did that bastard knock me out?". No, that couldn't have have been the case. He remebered being close to the self-proclaimed hero when he made his move, but not quite within striking distance. He did not remember being knocked out. Nor he recalled succumbing to the overbearing weariness. No, the last thing he recalled was activating his Quirk before Deku could get to him and then, blackness.
Wait. That bastard, Deku. The Hero Raid. Trying to escape with Eri. It all came flooding back to him.
"Shit!" Overhaul swore under his breath, quickly sitting up. The heroes are still coming! He has to get Eri and himself out of here, and fast!
"How long was i out? If reinforcements were on their way earlier on, that means that they're probably already here!" Chisaki realized, to his dismay.
If he could not beat a single kid with his former injuries, a group of heroes would render him defenceless. That's not even taking into the acount his myriad of fractures and the major blood loss and-
"Wait a minute, this ain't right." Chisaki realized, slowly flexing the muscles on his left hand. When he recieved no push-back, he flexed it at his elbow. Then, the whole thing.
"It's not broken. Holy hell, it's not broken anymore! And i no longer feel any of the wounds that the Green-haired bastard inflicted." Even if he clearly failed to merge with Shin, he no longer felt any pain at all. Not the desired result. But one Overhaul welcomed. This gave him a small chance at, if not victory, a retreat which did not end in failure.
BANG!
A loud crashing sound made Chisaki jump to his feet, a decision he regreted almost straight away. Clearly, despite his Quirk treating all of his injuries, it didn't do anything against muscle fatigue. He quickly fought of the feeling of blood rushing to his head as he regained his balance.
"Think, think damn it. I gotta' gather all the remaning Precepts and fight my way out. I cannot fail here. I WILL NOT FAIL."
With his deranged determination once again in place, he quickly scanned the nearby destruction. He instantly wished he did that sooner. Something changed, and drastically so.
All arround him was, spreading in every direction was... devastation. Where previously were piles of destroyed conrete, he was now dwarfed by mountains of rubble. Massive blocks of debris the size of which he could not properly even guess and metal rods rising above him like skyscrapers were all around him, as far as he could see. A thick layer of dust, the density of which unnerved Overhaul greatly, covered the surrounding surface.
"Where the hell am i?", Chisaki wondered, as he surveyed the unknown landscape.
"Did i accidently level the street above us? Even i ain't got that kind of raw power. What the hell happened here?"
He took a wary step back, not knowing what to make of any of this, when his back bumped into something solid. Solid and large. Overhaul instinctively recoiled in shock, turning around to face the would be threat. What he saw made him question everything he knew.
"What the hell?!"
Before him towered a titanic hand covered in a white glove. It dwarfed him, utterly and completely. Every wrinkle and every imperfection in the leathery surface was transformed to ridges and cracks that could envelop the young villain. Pieces of dirt, previously too small for the hero to even acknowledge were now massive rocks, and small, miniature droplets of blood had become vast pools that that stained the white surface.
"Th-this, i cannot i-, what the fuck, this just isn't possible!" Chisaki loudly cursed. He had seen shrinking Quirks before in action, but none worked to this extent.
"And mine shouldn't have done this in the first place! It never has! Why the hell it happened now?"
Chisaki was starting to loose control. Why could things go his way just this once? Even when he had the slightest chance of escaping with that cursed child, the fucking universe decided to screw him over. Why? Why now of all places for fuck's sake?!
The Yakuza forcufully clenched his teeth and closed his eyes shut."Count to four, inhale. Count to four, exhale.". He repeated the proccess four times, just like his old man taught him to. Falling to panic and despair would help no one here. He needed a plan. A way out. But first he had to know the situation.
Overhaul's followed the massive glove, glancing over the larger-then-life bicep that was covered by the green jump suit, over the his city-sized torso and neck, finally stopping on his humongous head, on top of which sat a forest of green hair. Specifically, his gaze rested on the massive wound on the back of his head, from which, in Overhaul's perspective, poured vast rivers of blood, that slowly slithered across the wasteland-like floor. Just imagining getting caught up in it's scarlet current made Chisaki's germophobic skin crawl.
He snickered nonetheless. The kid that threatened to ruin everything was unconscious, lying on the ground, and possibly haemorrhaging.
"That's what you get for sticking your nose in other people's bussiness, mister hero." , taunted the Yakuza. "Enjoy bleeding to death."
His Schadenfreunde satisfied, Overhaul's bravado quickly dissappeared as the reality of his situation hit him. He certainly wasn't out of the woods yet. He was alone, abandonded by his allies and cut off from any source of communication that could provide help. The more pressing matter was his size. Comparing himself to the titanic finger he bumped into, he made a rough estimate.
"I can't be larger then a milimeter.", he alarmingly realized. "Fucking hell, it's probably less then that!"
An ant would be larger than him. And if the lying, bleeding body of that hero-garbage had any near-death twitches, he could smear him like a flea without even realizing it. That made Overhaul furious.
"You think this is the end for my you piece of shit?" yelled the micro Yakuza, his eyes piercing through the collossal hero's comatosed face.
"I will not die here! You won't fucking stop me, you hear?! Not you, and none of your hero-trash friends! My name is Chisaki Kai, and i'll rid the world of the Hero-Plague everyone's infested with these days! I'll cure every single on you bastards!" Chisaki spat out, poison oozing from his every word.
After wenting his rage, Chisaki recomposed himself and quickly fixed his ruined tie. Turning around on his heel, he started to jog as fast as his winded muscles would allow him to, intending to get as much distance between him and the green-haired thug as possible. Because if he wakes up...
"......i'm finished".
He scrambled over the a rocky ridge (which was actually an almost invisible crack in the floor) and started scaling the pile of super-sized rubble that stood in his way, slowly trekking towards one of the walls where he wanted to make his escape. He will retrieve Eri when it suited him. It sure as hell wasn't suitable now.
"Not when her pinkie toe is a dozen-times my size."
And with that, Chisaki set-off towards a possible salvation, at quite literaly a snail's pace.
However, not even 10 minutes after he began his journey....
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