Daily Meme
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The little bastard, Mustard, fired. I twisted to the side, the bullet cracking past my shoulder. Before he could adjust his aim, I was already closing the distance. His second shot barely left the barrel before my bat slammed into his wrist, knocking the gun loose. He staggered back, clutching his arm, and I swung again, aiming for his ribs.
The little shit managed to dodge, scrambling away like a rat. His breathing was harsh, his hands shaking slightly. "Y-you think you're so tough?" He reached into his coat, pulling out another cartridge. "You're just another arrogant hero who—"
I threw my bat. It smacked into his mask with a dull crack. He yelped, stumbling, barely catching himself before falling. I was already on him, kicking the cartridge from his grip and grabbing his collar. "You are so bad at this," I muttered, slamming him against a tree. "How the hell did they let you into the League? Were they low on numbers or just desperate?"
He struggled, trying to push me off, but his strength was a joke. "You don't—get it—!"
I shoved him harder. "Nah, I get it. You're a little gas-spewing gremlin who thought playing terrorist sounded fun." I pressed my forearm against his throat, not enough to crush but enough to make him sweat. "You think you're some kind of mastermind? Some untouchable villain?" I tilted my head. "News flash: You're just some bitch who needs a gun to be relevant."
His breathing hitched. "Screw you."
"Wow, real comeback." I grabbed his mask and yanked it off. He gasped, choking slightly as the mist thickened around us. His own Quirk was his problem now. "Enjoy your own bullshit, dumbass."
He thrashed, eyes wide with panic as he inhaled his own gas, body weakening almost instantly. I let him drop, kicking his gun further away just in case.
A crack echoed from deeper in the woods. Not a branch breaking—something bigger. Then a scream.
I turned toward the noise. The League was hitting harder now. The fire in the distance glowed brighter, creeping closer. I could see faint figures moving through the smoke, silhouettes shifting unnaturally.
Then another boom. Loud. Close.
Bakugo's voice rang through the comms. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THESE SHITHEADS COMING FROM?!"
Izuku cut in, "We need reinforcements near the northern trail—Kirishima's group ran into trouble!"
I grabbed my bat, shaking out my arm. 'On it.'
The gas kid—whatever his name was—was already half-conscious on the ground. I cuffed him with a handcuff I pulled from inventory and started to run.
"Fuckers. A whole forest for me to run and build momentum. By the end of it, if I don't Galaxy Impact one of your asses, I am quitting."
I kicked off the ground, boots slamming against dirt. Trees blurred past, the smell of burning wood thickening as I picked up speed. Every step pushed harder, body leaning forward, the system flashing alerts about increased velocity. Wind tore past my ears.
Ahead, the map flickered, showing Izuku's marker along with one more. The muscle bastard must've caught up.
When I arrived, someone moved in the distance.
Analyze.
[Target: Muscular
Quirk: Muscle Augmentation – Enhances muscle mass for overwhelming strength.
Stats: High Strength, High Durability.
Traits:
Walking Disaster: Fights for fun, collateral damage included.
Overconfident Bastard: Won't dodge if he doesn't think he needs to.
Should've Been in Prison: Literally escaped. Go figure.]
Muscular cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders like this was a warm-up. "Come on, kid, stop running. Ain't fun if you don't hit back."
I closed the distance in seconds.
"Hey, dickhead!"
Muscular barely turned before my bat slammed into his ribs.
The force sent him skidding across the dirt, carving a trench through the ground. He stopped, looking down at his side, then back at me.
"That's more like it." He grinned, muscle fibers surging under his skin.
Izuku blinked. "Ryuu?"
"Yeah, yeah, save the reunion. Move the kid. Then go assist Aizawa and Vlad. I feel there's trouble on their end."
Izuku didn't argue. He grabbed Kouta and ran.
Muscular barely paid attention. His muscles flexed, expanding under his skin. "That all you got?"
I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders. "Nah. That was just a hello."
He grinned and lunged, fist swinging for my ribs. I twisted, letting it blow past me, then slammed my bat into his side again. The hit connected, but he barely flinched. His foot planted firm in the dirt, and he swung back.
I ducked under it. The wind off his fist alone was enough to kick up dust. The bastard was strong. His strength stat was double mine, and that was before his Quirk stacked on top.
He cracked his knuckles. "Not bad, kid. Let's see if you can keep up."
He lunged again. This time, I sidestepped and swung low. My bat crashed into his shin. He grunted, but it didn't buckle. Before I could pull back, his knee shot forward, catching me in the ribs.
Pain shot up my side. Even with Pain Resistance, it hurt like hell. I hit the ground and rolled back to my feet. His grin stretched wider.
"That one got through, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up and fight. I hate when villains have diarrhea mouth."
I kicked off, the ground splitting under my feet.
[Endless Momentum: 97%]
Muscular grinned, bulking up again. His next punch flew toward me. I leaned just enough to let it skim past my shoulder, then swung my bat straight into his ribs. The hit landed harder than before, the shockwave cracking a tree behind him.
He staggered but didn't fall. "That all?"
I didn't answer. I was already moving.
He swung again, and I ducked, pushing forward. My bat slammed into his knee, bending it slightly before he caught himself. His arm lashed out, trying to grab me, but I twisted away.
[Endless Momentum: 100%]
Everything snapped into place. Speed surged through me, every muscle loaded like a coiled spring.
Muscular lunged again, faster this time. He closed the gap in an instant, his fist crashing down—
I wasn't there.
His swing hit air, the force shattering the dirt. I had already circled behind him. My bat came down on his shoulder, the impact sending another shockwave through the air.
He barely turned before my next swing hit. Then another. Then another. I wasn't stopping. Every move flowed into the next, each strike landing harder, faster.
His muscles bulked up more, straining under the pressure. "You're a persistent little shit, huh?"
I stepped in, twisting into a full-force swing aimed straight for his jaw.
He caught it.
His grip crushed the bat mid-swing, twisting the metal slightly. "Nice try."
He yanked me forward, his knee slamming into my gut. Even with my boosted stats, the force sent me flying. I hit the ground and rolled, boots skidding against the dirt.
He cracked his neck, flexing. "That all you got?"
I wiped my mouth, checking for blood. "Not even close."
Another explosion rocked the forest. The comms flared up.
"Where the hell is backup?!" That was Sero.
"We're getting overrun here!" Kaminari.
I checked the map. Their markers flickered near the camp. Flame bastard was still active. Too far to reach them in time.
'Jiro, Shoji, reroute to Kaminari. Yaoyao, make them something to counteract the fire—foam, retardant, whatever you got.'
They moved. I turned back to Muscular.
"Sorry, you were saying something?"
He grinned. "Yeah. You talk a lot of shit for someone who's about to be a stain on the dirt."
I grinned. "You know what? I was going to Galaxy Impact your ass, but you managed to piss me off, you piece of residue. Cum survivor. Daddy left you on a sock, and you managed to crawl out, didn't you? Sweaty cum blob."
Muscular blinked. "What the fuck—"
I shot forward, my bat already swinging. He barely had time to tense up before the impact slammed into his ribs, launching him backward like a ragdoll. He flipped mid-air, twisting his body to land, but I was already closing in.
[Endless Momentum: MAX]
His feet hit the dirt. My bat was already swinging again.
The hit connected. Hard.
A shockwave cracked through the air. His body caved inward for half a second before he shot backward, tearing through trees like a human wrecking ball. He hit the ground, bouncing once before slamming into a boulder. The rock split in half on impact.
I rolled my wrist, exhaling. "You still breathing?"
Silence. Then, a low chuckle.
Muscular pulled himself from the wreckage, rolling his shoulders. His grin had stretched even wider. "Now that—" His muscles bulged, veins pulsing under his skin. "—was a real fucking hit."
"No, this is the real fucking hit." My grip tightened.
Energy cracked around me, lifting my clothes and hair. My bat vibrated in my grip, every ounce of force I built up pouring into it. The pressure in the air shifted. The dirt under my feet cracked.
Muscular's grin twitched, something flickering in his expression—recognition? He braced his legs, bulking up even more. "What the hell are you—"
I swung.
Muscular's grin flickered. A split second of realization. His body tensed, like his brain finally caught up to what was happening.
"Divine Departure."
A shockwave ripped through the clearing, tearing up dirt and shattering the ground. The trees bent, trunks groaning under the force. The pressure alone was enough to send loose rocks flying like bullets. Everything within ten feet turned into a goddamn war zone.
The moment the bat connected, Muscular's body folded inward, his ribs caving like they were made of tin. A sickening crunch followed—bone snapping under the sheer force packed into the swing. The bastard's entire torso compressed for a split second before the energy exploded outward.
Muscular didn't just get knocked back. He launched.
The impact blasted him off the ground like a missile, his body flipping end over end as he shot straight into the sky. The air around him warped from the sheer velocity, a sonic boom cracking behind him. The trees below swayed violently as he cleared the treetops, disappearing into the night like a goddamn firework.
I planted my feet, watching him shrink into the distance.
Mina: "Uh… guys? Is that a shooting star or…?"
Kaminari: "I think Ryuu just hit someone into space."
Aizawa: "…What the fuck did you do?"
"This is a home run."
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People have spoken.
Seriously, I didn't know this many of you beautiful degenerates wanted to see "Toru" Eye-Candy.
But as you all know—
You are not Ryuu.
You can never be.
Sigh.
Anyways.
Here it is.
As promised. (Check here)
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You were asking for it. Really, but for real, check here. (VERY NSFW)
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