And so, with eager smiles and hopeful hearts, they all agreed. Kaina couldn't have known then that the very thing she dreamed of would soon become her greatest curse.
At first, it was everything Kaina had dreamed of. Her normal studies continued under private tutors, but her hero training began instantly.
Multiple pro heroes guided her steps, each specializing in different aspects of hero work.
Those focused on rescue operations taught her everything from practical fieldwork to complex theories of crisis management and emergency response.
The Hero Public Safety Commission made sure she learned from the best.
Every instructor was a master of their field, and Kaina thrived under their guidance. But what she didn't realize was that her curriculum was subtly diverging from the standard hero training programs taught elsewhere.
Alongside combat and rescue training, Kaina was taught skills that most heroes never even touched. She received lessons in espionage, stealth, survival tactics for hostile environments, hacking, and even foreign languages.
Skills designed to mold her into something far beyond a typical hero.
At first, she found it all thrilling. The advanced training felt special, like she was being prepared for greatness. She remained genuinely grateful to the organization, determined to become the best hero she could be.
Her admiration for the Commission only grew with each passing lesson.
When Kaina finally graduated, the missions assigned to her felt like a validation of all her hard work. She rescued people, fought petty criminals, and took down minor villains. It was everything she had wanted—until it wasn't.
The change came gradually, a slow drift from the bright, heroic deeds she loved toward something darker. The missions became less about saving lives and more about eliminating threats before they could surface.
One night, the Commission handed her an assignment that would push her even further down that path. A young girl had gone missing, and the only lead was a group of known troublemakers captured on camera near the area just twenty minutes before the report.
They were the prime suspects, their criminal records making them easy targets for blame. And since they were the only recognizable faces at the scene, the Commission sent Kaina to investigate.
But it wasn't just an investigation. She was instructed to infiltrate their group, gather information, and—if necessary—eliminate any threat before it could harm anyone else.
Kaina took the mission to heart. It felt important—more critical than any patrolling or straightforward rescue.
This was her chance to prove her dedication.
She went straight to the scene, the so-called "base" of the suspects. In reality, it was just a rundown, abandoned house where a group of teenagers hung out.
When Kaina entered, nothing seemed immediately out of place—just the usual signs of reckless partying. Marijuana pipes, scattered bottles of cheap alcohol, the stale stench of smoke in the air.
It was filthy, but nothing about it screamed "criminal operation." Just a bunch of delinquents wasting their lives away.
As she stepped further inside, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
The place was beyond dirty—it was disgusting.
Trash covered the floor, and the furniture, what little of it there was, was stained and broken. She still remembered the words that slipped out her mouth when she took it all in:
"Ugh, guys, partying is one thing, but at least keep the place somewhat livable. This is just gross."
She kept searching, scanning for any clue that might link these kids to the missing girl. But she never expected to actually find her. And certainly not like this.
Lifeless.
The girl was tied to the wall, her fragile body limp and battered. Beneath her lay an old, stained mattress, soaked in blood and other fluids Kaina didn't want to think about.
Her skin was marred with deep bruises and wounds, most from blunt force trauma.
There was no doubt. The ones responsible for her disappearance were also responsible for her death.
Kaina's breath hitched, her chest tightening as her vision blurred with tears. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from the overwhelming weight of what she was seeing. She had trained to be a hero, to save people. But she was too late.
She should have called the police.
She should have restrained herself and done things by the book. That was her training, wasn't it? Secure the scene, apprehend the suspects, ensure justice was served properly.
But she couldn't move. The image of the girl was burned into her mind, locking her in place.
Then she heard it—footsteps.
Slowly, she turned toward the sound. The group of boys had returned, stumbling inside, reeking of alcohol and drugs. They were so intoxicated they didn't even notice her at first.
As the boys sank back into their routine of drugs and drunken laughter, Kaina stood among them, her fists clenched, her breathing shallow.
Disgust twisted her expression as she watched them, her mind spinning with the urge to act. She knew the proper procedure: arrest them, call for backup, let the system handle justice.
But it didn't feel like enough.
The girl had been only twelve—a child. Younger than Kaina had been when she started her training just a few years ago. And these boys had ended her life with cruelty that went beyond anything Kaina had ever imagined. The rage simmered beneath her skin, growing hotter, she almost couldn't control her rage anymore, it was so high that she began to tremble.
Before she even realized what she was doing, she moved.
Her fists flew, each strike landing harder than the last. She just lost control over her body. It wasn't calculated or controlled—just raw fury unleashed on them.
Their startled cries and groans filled the room as they crumpled under her assault.
Blood smeared her knuckles, staining her fingers red. She kept going until every one of them lay sprawled on the filthy floor, some twitching in spasms from the force of her blows.
Kaina finally stopped, her chest was heavy. She looked down at her hands, trembling and sticky with their blood.
She looked around and what stood beside her was a massacre, all of them, were at least spasming on the floor, and some stopped moving, at that instant, panic surged inside Kaina, she didn't know what to do, she screw everything in an instant of rage.
She didn't call the police.
Instead, she dialed her direct superior at the Hero Public Safety Commission. The man who had overseen her training, the one who had always told her she was meant for something greater.
"S-Sir, I messed up. I need help." The words spilled out of her, Her voice was shaking, she just cried for help.
Help arrived twenty minutes later. Not regular police, but a specialized team. Some wore suits, others medical scrubs, and a few dressed in coveralls meant for cleaning up messes.
They moved inside the house with efficiency looking around and examining everything inside the old house.
The medics tended to the beaten boys, patching up injuries Kaina didn't remember inflicting, they also confirmed that there wasn't any dead.
The cleanup crew erased signs of her violence, scrubbing away blood and repairing the damage she'd caused.
The suited officials located the girl's body, their faces unreadable as they recorded the details.
Then her boss approached her, his expression calm and reassuring. He told her everything would be fine. That her actions were justified, and that the criminals would be held accountable.
He even called the mission a success. No fatalities. All suspects were arrested. And the case was closed.
But from that day forward, Kaina's assignments changed.
She still handled the occasional rescue mission, the public-facing hero work she'd once trained for. But those missions became fewer and farther between. More often, the Hero Public Safety Commission assigned her to darker cases—those involving the worst criminals imaginable.
She tracked down murderers, human traffickers, and organizations that operated in shadows thick with blood and cruelty. The kind of cases that regular heroes avoided.
Sometimes, she made arrests and handed the criminals over to the authorities. But more often, things didn't end so cleanly.
When the criminals were too strong or resisted with deadly force, the battles escalated. Some died in the fights. Others succumbed to their injuries afterward with their bodies broken beyond repair.
Kaina's hands were always left stained, no matter how many times she washed them. And every mission left her feeling more detached from the ideal of heroism she once believed in.
But still, she managed to maintain the guilt aside, for one only reason.
Everything Kaina had done until then fell under the legitimate use of force. If a villain used their quirk to kill or cause serious harm, heroes were authorized to respond with proportional force. As far as the law was concerned, Kaina's actions were justified, this fact alone, maintained her conscience relatively clean.
At least, that was true until the day her boss—the director of the Hero Public Safety Commission—gave her a different kind of order.
"Terminate the target. Eliminate the entire group."
The command was brutal. Cold. And it shattered something within her.
Kaina had always believed her work was about saving lives, not taking them. But the man who'd mentored her since her early days spoke the words like it was just another mission.
The targets were a terrorist cell involved in human trafficking—specifically, the exploitation of minors.
Their crimes were beyond horrific, and despite her growing doubts about her role, Kaina couldn't deny that they deserved the "hand" of justice.
The problem was, there was no evidence. The cell operated in secrecy, with layers of protection against legal investigation.
Infiltrating their network would be dangerous and likely fruitless. Any proof Kaina gathered would be dismissed as inadmissible, tainted by illegal methods. And the victims they preyed upon would continue to suffer.
That was why the commission had issued an unofficial order. Wipe them out. Leave no trace.
It was Kaina's first sanctioned kill mission. And despite her initial horror, she accepted it. She convinced herself it was justice. Vengeance for all the children whose lives had been destroyed.
For the first few missions of that nature, she clung to that belief, it was the only thing she could do for her mental health.
The targets were monsters, and removing them from the world was a mercy.
But the missions didn't stop. One by one, the commission handed her more assignments—eradicating criminal rings, eliminating suspects deemed too dangerous to be captured alive.
What started as a rare exception grew into something disturbingly routine.
At first, Kaina rationalized it. it was the only thing she could do.
Some criminals were beyond redemption, and their removal only made the world safer. But as the months wore on, she began to question her own actions, only to justify it again.
The list of targets expanded. It wasn't just murderers and traffickers anymore. Political dissidents. Rogue heroes who strayed from the commission's strict ideals. Anyone labeled a "threat" was fair game.
The shift was subtle at first. Occasional orders that felt more like settling scores than delivering justice. But Kaina pushed down her doubts, trying to maintain the sense of purpose she'd once held so tightly.
But the guilt gnawed at her, slowly growing stronger in her heart.
The missions left her feeling hollow, her conscience choked by the growing list of bodies left in her wake.
The work was changing her, wearing her down until her actions felt mechanical, driven by nothing but duty and fear of reprisal.
"I stopped questioning the orders after a while," Kaina admitted as she finalized her story. "But the more I obeyed, the filthier I felt. Like I was rotting from the inside."
She ran a hand through her hair, eyes dark and distant. "It wasn't hero work anymore. I was just their weapon. A tool they used to wipe away problems."
Kaina's gaze drifted to her hands, the same hands that had once been devoted to saving lives. Now they only reminded her of everything she'd destroyed, she looked at Raiden with desperate eyes.
End of the chapter.
here is today chapter, I hope today chapter do better than yesterday haha.
Thank you for the support to everyone, this is an interdule arc, from now on, I will make shorter arcs, leave some comments about the current plot.
power stones please.