Chapter 102 - My CO Stash #2 - The Hunter Amongst Villains by i4md347h (OnePunchManXMyHeroAcademia) (1/2)

-Recommended by OrangeSoda~ Garou somehow gets Isekai'd to MHA verse, expect some heroes to get absolutely SMASHED! No pun intended.

*I just woke up to 1,500 collections! 1,500 weebs have added the stash to their library/reading list~!

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Sypnosis: Wounded, lost, but growing, the lone wolf awakens in a land not his own of which more colorful and vibrant life thrives, but also young and weak. Similar to home, but so different, Garou must wander the lands and find his purpose in a world where heroes were frail and weak, where the pain of the powerless was ignored by the many. And he will change that world with wrath and fury

Rated: T

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Chapter 1

Death stalked the Hero Hunter's battered form, waiting to claim him at the slightest moment of weakness. Splintered wood and ruptured glade, blood trailing the dirt in his path to the fires of hell and dying his humanity with crimson perseverance - the lone wolf glared at his hunters, their visage reflected from his very pupils.

Standing in the clearing of the woods with the earth of which was stained by bodies and blood cracked like glass, and carrying the top half of the split tree, Garou burned with fierce demonic tenacity to crush the three opponents before him.

Bang, Bomb, and Genos stood before him; all momentarily shocked by his sudden, logic-defying power. However, before any of them could resume their fight, another party swooped from the skies.

Grabbed by the shoulders, two talons lifting him to the skies with each mighty beat of the phoenix's wings, The Hero Hunter struggled, cursed, and threatened the thing to let him go, but he could not free himself, not unless he wished for the hammer of gravity to smash him into a crimson smear.

However, before his consciousness fell, a black mist suddenly swirled around his entire being, engulfing in black without warning.

Phoenixman could neither react nor parse the event until it was too late, stupored into inactivity as Garou somehow vanished as if he was spirited away by a much more supernatural force.

”!” Garou's sudden absence stunned Phoenixman. From where did the mist come?

More importantly, what the hell just happened? Where did Garou go? No, what was that mist in the first place? Even more importantly, Garou was no longer in his possession. Meaning, he failed in his objective in the end, and soon realized that he would indefinitely end up inside Orochi's stomach upon return.

”CRAPPPPPPP!” Phoenix man cursed the heavens as Garou vanished from the face of the earth.

Puffing heavily with a face twisted with fear and, his heart thunderously pumping adrenaline, a silver-haired boy desperately sprinted up the stairs until he reached the only exit door leading outside via rooftops. Without hesitation, he barreled through the door with stumbling feet, nearly tripping his balance as it turned on its hinges. The early morn sky embraced his presence as he looked back, staring at the darkness with quivering eyes and chattering teeth.

Cackling echoed from the same darkness, a low, wicked voice that promised dread, as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows and under the starlit night. A man, no, an abomination stepped out of the same door the boy ran through. His form was a mix of putrid green and violet, tentacles and mouths dangling from his clothless body and lines of atrocious, atrophied sinew exposed for the youngling's eyes to his dismay.

”Hehehe, come on, little boy. Don't you want to play?” The voice coming out of the abomination's mouth was just as horrendous as his appearance as drool could be seen leaking from his mouth.

”L-Leave me alone, you freak!” The boy shouted as the 'freak' frowned, assuming that it could even frown.

”Naughty child, to call a man you just met a freak. Didn't your parents teach you manners? Oh… they're already dead! Hee ha ha ha ha!” The villain cackled maliciously, as tears started emerging from the boy's eyes.

”Your aunt had some bad evidence against my employer, so blame her for your misfortune! A mere lawyer shouldn't stick her hand on something that doesn't concern her. Know the true price of 'Justice,' kid.” The eldritch mutant gloated, reveling in the dominance he now wielded over the child as his grotesque legs of wrangled black tendons sauntered out of the door, heading towards the kid with a maniacal monstrous glee while black ichor trailed in his wake.

As he continued stepping back, he heard another wicked cackle behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of another villain, a gorilla climbing up the side of his apartment. The gorilla, garbed in grey fur, bore a wrinkled face of severe skin and hair, and yellow teeth that had not brushed for days. Climbing along the side of the building was more villains, every other varied in shape, ability, and form. The boy was trapped, while both assailant and victim were unaware of the figure appearing above them from the black swirling mist.

All but one faces grinned, their victory seemingly assured with no hero to interrupt them, except what arrived at the scene was no hero - its figure whistling downwards from the heavens in its long descent.

Like a meteor from the heavens, an unknown figure crashed face down the concrete in a grand entrance, cratering human-sized groove into the roof and dispersing obfuscating dust. A monstrous growl resounded from the man-shaped crater, behind the mantle of dust, arousing the villains to step back in concurrence on reflex - they did not understand the reason behind their pacing retreat until the dust diminished, revealing the figure pushing himself to his feet slowly.

A shirtless, red-haired man, caked in his blood, with baggy pants and tai chi slippers, licked his menacing gaze over his surroundings, his breathing haggard and his heterochromic eyes firing a glare that can kill. The villains and the boy shuddered in fear at the man, as the assailants instinctively took a step back. An unsettling inexplicable fear burrowed within the depths of their mind, then replaced by one of irritation and caution.

”Who… who the hell are you? Where did you come from?”The mutant Villain pointed one finger squarely at the strange intruder. The rest of the Villains were all put slightly on guard.

”...that bird had the nerves… to drop me.” The crimson-haired man snarled as his glare, flowing with murderous intent, balefully lashed at his surroundings and then at the mutant, prickling him with unease.

”More monsters.” He snarled as he raised his arm, his all five fingers curving into a menacing claw as if grasping the head of his prey. The bird was trying to kill him with the black smoke. He interpreted his situation as such since his mind was bordering to near unconsciousness, with only his demonic will holding himself together and giving him the strength to stand against the world.

Hearing the strange man's threatening intonation and seeing him raise his arm, the villains all tensed up. They kept their eyes locked firmly on the shirtless man in front of them.

”Listen. All you need to do is walk away. This doesn't concern you.” Gesturing around at the area, the mutant villain attempted to reason with the shirtless man.

After sitting there on the roof for some time, the boy realized his opportunity.

”H-Help! Please! T-They're here to take me away! P-Please stop them!” The silver-haired boy shouted in desperation, stuttering from fear at the man standing there covered in blood.

Hearing the boy's plea, the man shifted his eyes to the boy, a frightened kid that was begging to for rescue. His eyes, past the tears, there's something about the kid's eyes reminded him of that boy he regularly visits in that park — the one called Tatsurou.

”Shut up, you brat!” The gorilla marched towards the boy in rage, huffing as he raised his leg and stomped the kid's head to the ground.

”Ya just a hostage! Stop crying fa' help when there's no one here ta save ya! Just sleep and accept it!” The gorilla roared as he continued stomping on the boy, to the point of blood leaking from his nose and head.

”Oi! You'll kill him if you keep this up! We need 'im alive, idiot!” A crab man shouted at the gorilla before he stopped, leaving the boy bloody and bruised but conscious.

”Ugh, fine! I want to go home! Why don't we kill that guy and-” Before he could utter another word, his sight sent spiraling out of control, the world around him spiraling in chaos before becoming vertical in his eyes. The roof was now vertical, the sky at the right side of his vision. Then the image split into three, separated by arcing lines like that of a rainbow's before the absolute darkness smothered his vision and thoughts with silencing black.

With astounding speed their eyes could not track, he, with extreme savagery, separated decapitated their mutant friend with his murderous fist, and adding salt to injury, sharply divided the head midair into concentric pieces with a skill that can only be described as a Quirk.

”You… killed him?” One asked in disbelief, still trying to understand that a stranger killed one of them with frightening ease.

”Sc_u_m…” Dismissing his words, the red-haired man seethed, his presence now screaming unfathomable rage at the villains as the sclera of his right eye grew even darker. The menacing feel of his aura rose almost tenfold as if he was becoming stronger with each second.

The villains could feel his animosity permeating the area. Confused, concerned, and scared, questions ranging from the murderous stranger's identity to his karmic alignment with society wracked their thoughts. However, one truth was clear, that the man before them was beyond furious for reasons unknown, one with a Quirk strong enough to mutilate his prey with b_a_r_e hands alone.

”L-Listen… We didn't know there were any other Villains in the area. Whoever you work for, I'm sure we could put this b-behind us.” the eldritch mutant from the door negotiated. He was not expecting to die. The man was far too dangerous, a murderer drunk with a c_o_c_ktail of blood-l_u_s_t and frenzied rage.

”What did you just call me?” Garou asked as his anger soared, to the point of being tangible. He was critically wounded, just escaped from a losing battle and was forced into a situation that screamed treachery from the monsters, which he doesn't mind since he had no d_e_s_i_r_e to join them. He had not a single comprehension of his current situation, but what the monsters did piss him off to his core. He refused to let them free after such blasphemy, his heart demanding their deaths in the cruelest way imaginable.

Raising both of his pincers in the air in an apologetic gesture, the crab villain could feel a shiver pass over him.”T-There's no reason for us to fight! You could help us! Yous-seem pretty strong!”

”Quiet.” Garou pointed his blood-encrusted finger at them.

”I have decided. I will kill every single one of you. None of shall escape my wrath.” Garou decided his ultimatum. Not in the mood for jokes or nonsense, lividly enraged, he flashed his gritted teeth as the sclera of his right eye turned pitch-black.

”O-Oi? What of vigilante are you?” Garou does not know who or what a vigilante is nor does he care. He cared only for the sight of their bodies torn apart with prejudice.

”Die,” Garou ignited the slaughter with that single word.

The boy watched as the villains tensed, before rallying themselves to attack the dangerous man. He watched as they died one by one, slaughtered like cattle with his b_a_r_e hands. The man's fighting style aroused a mixture of fear and awe within the boy. The way he fights was, as a work of art, feral, yet graceful. Intense, however, tempered, no room for error in his movements, only skill of the highest caliber. Despite his fear, the boy felt a sense of awe and respect for the man.

The eldritch mutant watched in muted shock and horror as this man went about effortlessly slaughtering the entire group of villains. Every attack sent his way seemed to glide past him. His arms were a blur as they lashed out. Blood and body parts flew through the air, painting the ground a deep crimson. All thought of kidnapping the kid disappeared as the villains attempted to fight back.

The strange man weaved and easily dodged an incoming strike. With one pincer outstretched, the crab villain could only watch as a fist sped towards his face, a blur in his vision, plunging into the crab man's c_h_e_s_t. He felt a brief, overwhelming sense of pain before he felt something ripped out of his c_h_e_s_t. Looking at the man's hands, he saw something red and beating attached to thick cords of meat. He saw his own heart pulled out of his body, before the man crushed it in his hands, squeezing the blood from the red meat as darkness took over his mind.

The other villains watched, horrified as their fellow villain fell to the ground. The man's hand remained outstretched, still holding the crushed remains of their companion's heart, blood seeping through his fingers. Fear began to permeate the mind of every villain present. No matter what they did, they couldn't seem to beat this guy. The eldritch mutant stared at the man, his eyes wide with distraught.”W-we're just here for the kid. I-If we take the kid, we'll leave your t-territory okay?”

”Since when do monsters stoop so low?” The man's glare shifted from the corpse to him, his killing intent directed at him.

The mutant Villain grimaced, hearing the man continually describing them as 'monsters.' He grew slightly confused. Why would a fellow Villain be so against their actions?”We aren't 'monsters.' We're just Villains, doing a job.”

”Huh?” The man narrowed his eyes before walking towards him, his killing intent still at its peak.

”There's no difference, especially when all I see are abominations.” The man replied with a serious tone.

The reduced group of Villains all shuddered at the aggressive tone. Judging from his words, this guy had no intention of letting any of them leave alive. Glancing over at the kid on the ground, the grotesque villain had an idea pop into his head. As the shirtless man continued carving his way through his compatriots, the tentacled villain rushed over to the boy, snatching him up — his grotesque tentacles wrapped around the boy's throat, strangling him. Holding up the boy between the man and himself, the villain could feel noticeable fear.”Get out of here. Now. Alternatively, I'll choke the life out of this kid.”

The boy's wide, panicked eyes stared at the now stationary form of the shirtless man. The tentacles around his throat tightened their grasp, choking the breath out of him.

”...go ahead.” The man said as he briefly turned his eyes towards the corpse of the crab creature, eyeing the pincers, as he turned his eyes towards the man with many eyes over his body. The eldritch mutant flinched when he saw the killer started rushing towards another of his own as he saw him run past the corpse of the crap mutant.

”I-I said stop-”

Before the mutant could squeeze the boy's windpipe even further, the man stopped and stomped one of the pincers, tearing the claw out of its socket as it flew in midair, and kicked pincer towards him at speeds he could not react. The inhuman eyes of the eldritch mutant widened the moment he felt something cold piercing his head, right in the center of his forehead. The tentacle holding the boy dropped, as the mutant fell face-flat on the floor lifeless like a stringless puppet.

”...” The other villains were now scared for their lives.

”Prepare to die.” The man said as he resumed his slaughter.

Garou stood in the center of his world, surrounded by the blood and corpses of monsters, his only other company was a boy of around nine sitting there, trembling in fear. Garou took a deep breath as he calmed down, his rage sated, but not sans allowing the pain of his acc_u_mulated injuries to catch up to him finally.

”Crap.” Garou knew he must recuperate. He will soon lose consciousness if he remained idle.

”Kid, you know a place I can stay in undisturbed?” Garou asked. He does not know why there wasn't a single forest in sight around him, or why he fell from the skies after wrapped in around black mist, but he would figure that out later. He needed to heal… also, he was hungry.

”E-Eh…” The kid was still frozen there, unable to move, most likely out of fear.

”Kid, this what you do for someone that saved you? Take me somewhere I can heal. I will pass out if I remain idle.” Garou demanded again, forcing the kid into action this time.

”I… f-follow me.” The kid gulped, rubbing his neck still sore from the tentacle choking.

Looking at the kid, he was also in need of medical attention judging by the purple bruises on his person; though he won't allow him to call for an ambulance. Garou was well versed in the art of self-aid, and the aid of others. He will not let himself be caught by the Hero Association no matter what.

As the young boy headed down the stairs, Garou followed him. The darkness seemed to engulf the stairway, making everything hard to see. Both he and the boy continued going down, flight after flight passing. The entire area was almost entirely silent, aside from their footsteps. Garou assumed that they had arrived at the floor the boy was heading for, when he reached a nearby door, slowly swinging it open.

The boy continued walking, occasionally casting a glance back at Garou. The red-haired hunter followed the small boy into the hallway, observing everything as he went with all of the doors they passed shut firmly. He couldn't hear anything from behind any of them. However, unlike all of the other entries, the one at the very end of the hallway was open wide, exposing the interior. As they neared the room, Garou narrowed his eyes as he noticed a very obviously broken lock on the door.

The boy entered the open room first, glancing around the interior, as Garou followed shortly behind him. As he threw his eyes around the room, Garou could not miss the signs of forced entry and kidnapping. Furniture was toppled and thrown around. Curtains from a nearby window lay on the floor, apparently ripped from the frame. Dirty footprints of varying sizes and shapes were tracked all along the floor, a sign of the numerous intruders. A nearby dining table rested upside down, flipped by one of the intruders in their violence.

Garou could see the young boy glancing around the room, frivolously cautious and wary for any more villains despite the overwhelming silence around them. This apartment was his home. The blood-haired hunter couldn't see any homeowner. Perhaps the monsters outside had already…

”You live alone kid?” Garou asked to make sure.

”...no… my Aunty owns this building. She's out for today…” Ghin replied as he walked towards a closet, the white door on the wall.

Following the boy, Garou stayed slightly behind. His senses remained sharpened, in case any more monsters made their approach. He'd been taken aback by how weak those monsters were. It seemed like they were low Tiger or Wolf at best since they'd barely even put up a fight. Garou's body still ached as he slowly walked behind the boy, still suffering from his acc_u_mulated wounds.

”H-Here you go,” Ghin said as he took out a white square case, with a red plus on it, from the closet. It was a medical kit meant for emergencies.

Opening it, a small array of medical supplies unveiled. Antiseptics, bandages, gauzes and a wide assortment of other medical tools were sat there, ready for use. Garou's body ached as he looked down at the contents of the medical kit. The boy began to take the materials out, one by one, glancing up at him.

”Uhh… w-what's your name, uncle?” The boy asked, afraid but trying to be brave.

”...Garou.” Garou answered as he took the bandages and antiseptic.

”And don't call me uncle. I'm eighteen.” Garou lightly chided the boy as the boy widened his eyes.

”...eh?” The boy blinked owlishly at the revelation.