Sussy Baka in MHA-Chapter 73: Hero Killer vs Sussy Baka 1

"What? No—" Iida shot a glance around, realizing Suzaku was kinda right. He sweatdropped himself. "N-nevermind that! You need to get out of here! This is the Hero Killer!"

Suzaku locked eyes with Iida, his expression turning serious.

Then, he turned to Stain.

"Who?"

A small silence settled over the alleyway.

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For a moment, no one said anything.

Iida opened his mouth, then closed it. He wasn't about to explain the entire backstory of the guy who had nearly killed his brother.

Fortunately, it seemed he didn't need to.

"You don't know who I am?" Stain asked, his voice carrying a faint trace of anger. "I guess my message still hasn't spread as much as I'd have liked... Pay attention, kid, I am the one who judges those who falsely claim to be heroes. I cleanse this society of the cancer that is money-grubbing frauds who dare call themselves protectors."

Suzaku nodded. "So you've got mental problems."

A vein popped on Stain's forehead, and his grip on the katana tightened. "Watch your words, kid... Just like this one down here, I won't hesitate to cut you down if necessary."

"Wiitch yiir wiirds, kiid," Suzaku mocked, mimicking Stain's tone before pointing his staff at him with a sneer. "I ain't no psychiatrist, but tell you what—I'll treat you to some physical therapy for free."

That was enough for Stain.

"Very well."

With those words, he sheathed his katana and instead pulled out the two knives holstered at his waist.

"You'll serve as a sacrifice for the new world too, then."

In an instant, he moved like a bullet, his figure a blur to the untrained eye.

But, of course, not to Suzaku.

—Clang!

A sharp metallic sound echoed in the alleyway as one of Stain's knives struck Suzaku's staff, which had risen just in time to block the attack.

Despite his first strike being deflected, Stain didn't hesitate—his second knife shot forward, aiming straight for Suzaku's gut.

Fortunately, a swift knee strike knocked the attack aside before it could land a nasty wound.

Then, using that same leg, Suzaku sent a powerful kick toward Stain's stomach. The assassin dodged, leaping back to create distance.

"You..." Stain narrowed his eyes. "It seems you're not all talk."

"Yeah, I'm awesome, handsome, strong, and rich. My glibness is just a bonus." Suzaku smirked.

During their short standoff, Iida lifted his head and shouted a warning. "Watch out, Suzuki-kun! I think if he so much as grazes you, you'll get paralyzed! It must be his Quirk!"

Suzaku's gaze flickered toward Iida and the hero, Native. Both had blood dripping from fresh wounds—proof they'd been struck, which explained why they weren't helping.

"And here I thought you two were just being lazy." Suzaku snorted, grinning as he readied his staff again. "Guess this'll have to be a no-hit run, then."

"No-hit?" Stain echoed, his tone unreadable. "Let's see if you can back that up—or if that's your limit."

"You're free to try." Suzaku gestured for him to come with a taunting wave of his palm.

The next second, Stain kicked off the ground, his speed just as sharp as before, blurring through the darkness of the alley.

—Clang!

Just like last time, his initial strike was blocked by Suzaku's staff.

—Kachin!

—Clang!

—Thung!

This time, however, he slipped past Suzaku's guard, launching rapid slashes that Suzaku deflected with precise movements.

Then, once behind him, Stain jumped back slightly, creating space before flicking his wrist.

Three swift objects shot toward Suzaku.

—Clang, clang!

Two were swatted away with a quick swing of his staff. The third—Suzaku caught it between his fingers before it could hit him.

A dagger.

He examined it for a second before smirking and waving it around.

"Did you see that? I caught it with my fingers! Bet you haven't seen that before—"

"Focus on the fight." Stain grumbled, his irritation evident as he lunged forward, drawing the katana from his back.

"Chill, man. It was cinematic, so I got excited. Let me have my moment, will you?"

—Clang!

Another knife strike, blocked.

Immediately, Stain swung his katana, its deadly blade leaving a silver arc as it slashed toward Suzaku—who still had one hand busy blocking the knife.

'Damn!'

Realizing his precarious position, Suzaku quickly redirected the pressure Stain had on the knife, shifting it to the side. The sudden movement freed him enough to dodge the katana's cut, dropping into a low crouch.

Then, before Stain could press the attack, Suzaku rolled forward, locking Stain's legs in a tight grip and attempting to twist them. However, the Hero Killer was just as quick to react, leaping away just as Suzaku's legs began curling around him.

-Clink, clang, cling!-

As soon as he created enough distance, Stain sent another wave of daggers toward Suzaku. This time, however, Suzaku deflected them effortlessly using the very same dagger he had caught earlier, causing him to shoot Stain a smug smirk.

Stain's frown deepened. 'This kid is treating this like a game.'

Up until now, Suzaku had only been on the defensive. Normally, Stain would attribute that to an opponent lacking the skill to turn the tide of battle, but from what he had seen so far, Suzaku was simply not taking this seriously.

His eyes studied the redhead from head to toe, scrutinizing his stance—one that told him plenty about the level Suzaku was truly at.

For a moment, Stain squinted. Then, he smirked.

"One of the qualities of the perfect hero is strength. Without strength, values and conviction are meaningless... You've got strength, kid, but what about the other qualities?"

His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he spoke.

Then, without even allowing Suzaku to respond, Stain suddenly lunged toward Native, his katana swinging in a wide arc toward the hero's neck.

"...!"

Suzaku didn't flinch. In an instant, he jumped in to intercept the strike.

—CLANG!!!

A deafening metallic clash echoed through the alleyway, making the immobilized heroes wince.

Even though his initial attack had been blocked, Stain refused to back down. With his free hand, he swiftly pulled out three more daggers, positioning them between his fingers, ready to throw, his eyes already aiming at the fallen Iida.

-Thud!-

"—Kgh!"

Suzaku caught on immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he sent a sharp kick toward Stain's hand, knocking the daggers away.

"Playing hostage isn't so fun anymore." Suzaku snorted before pushing against Stain's katana with his staff, finally letting his overwhelming strength show. "If that's how you're playing, I'm done letting you have your turn."

Without hesitation, he made a decisive push, throwing Stain off balance before delivering a brutal punch straight to his face.

-Bam!-

The impact snapped Stain's head to the side. Suzaku felt something crack beneath his fist, but before he could even enjoy the moment, Stain's head turned back unnaturally fast, his bloodshot eyes filled with unrelenting will.

Then, without even attempting to counterattack, Stain did something strange—he suddenly threw his katana high into the air.

'The hell?'

For a brief moment, Suzaku hesitated, confused as to why Stain was discarding his weapon so suddenly.

That moment was all Stain needed. Slipping past Suzaku in an instant, he drew his two knives again, his murderous gaze locking onto Iida and Native—both of whom were still paralyzed, helpless to defend themselves.

Unfortunately for Stain, Suzaku wasn't a novice when it came to dirty tricks.

-Thud!-

"—Ack!"

Before Stain could get past him completely, a hand clamped down on his head, stopping him in his tracks and slamming him face-first into the ground.

"Where do you think you're going? I said no more playing hostages." Suzaku said with a displeased tone while his other hand shot to grab the katana just as it was about to fall on him.

Then, without an ounce of hesitation or mercy—

—SLAM!!!

Suzaku raised his free hand and delivered a brutal palm strike to Stain's head, slamming him into the ground once more, though this time with even more force, even going as far as cracking the concrete below.

Thanks to the brutal strike, blood spurted Stain's mouth as his head raised from the recoil for a moment, his eyes rolled faintly back.

After that, his head hit the ground once again, only to not move anymore, his eyes evidencing his current unconscious state.

"Good night," Suzaku murmured jokingly, before redirecting his eyes to all the weapons the guy was carrying around.

From his spot, Iida watched amazed as Suzaku seemingly finished off the villain that had completely toyed with him earlier.

Though, inside him a bit of regret lingered, regret it hadn't been him who had finished him.

But at least, it was finished—

"...!"

Iida's eyes widened as he saw Stain's eyes suddenly roll back in place, before staring directly at him.

Suzaku was busy taking away all of Stain's weapons during that moment. He had tossed away quite the arsenal the guy had been carrying by now.

Swords, throwing axes, daggers, knives, the guy was a living weapon.

As such, he didn't pay enough attention to notice that Stain had regained consciousness already.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he didn't stay in the dark about that fact for long.

Just as his hand was about to pick the last of Stain's weapons, a bunch of hidden daggers under his scarf, a hand was quicker than his.

"Time for you to decide."

In the blink of an eye, Stain's hands grabbed the remaining daggers he had, and in a quick movement, swung them in Iida's direction.

"Son of a—!" Clicking his tongue, Suzaku's legs instantly shifted into their Mirko mode, propelling him forward like a bullet with a powerful kick to the ground.

-Swoosh!-

Thanks to that, he managed to reach the fast hero in training in but an instant, barely a second before the daggers reached him.

However, with no time to catch them like before and no staff to block with, Suzaku did the only thing he could—

-Tshk!-

The crude sound of metal piercing flesh echoed through the alley as the daggers embedded themselves into Suzaku's arm.

Iida's eyes went wide.

"Suzuki-kun..."

Suzaku sighed and held a hand in front of Iida's face. "Don't start." He then yanked the daggers out with ease.

For a moment, Iida thought this was it. If the daggers had pierced him, Stain would soon paralyze him.

But then, he noticed something odd.

The daggers... had no blood on them.

"H-How? They went through your suit...!"

Suzaku smirked, flexing his arm.

"These muscles aren't just for show. Some measly daggers aren't gonna pierce them."

Of course, that was complete bullshit. Those daggers were sharp enough to slice through him without issue.

However, just before they had struck, Suzaku had tried something new. He remembered that guy from the Fantastic Four—the stone dude.

Although his memory was a bit fuzzy about the guy, the important fact stuck, stone skin...or whatever that guy was supposed to have for skin.

He had no idea if he had replicated it exactly, but whatever he had done, it worked. A protective layer of something similar to rock had formed over his arms, and when combined with his hero suit, it had completely blocked the daggers.

Suzaku examined his arm, letting out a satisfied huff.

'This ability is even more busted than I thought... as long as I have something to cover up the changes I make to my body.' He then retracted the stone skin. Although it protected him, the hero suit hadn't been built considering an extra layer of stone skin into his body, so it restricted his movements a bit.

With that done, his gaze turned to Stain once more. The Hero Killer was struggling to stand up, clutching his head with one hand, and grabbing his katana with the other.

Once he was fully upright, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Suzaku.

"You have the strength and courage of a hero..." Stain said, his voice heavy and leaving no room for jokes. "... But tell me, what is your conviction?"

"... This guy is still at it? He sure is devoted to his mission," The redhead muttered, pulling out his phone to check if Mirko had noticed his absence yet.

He had sent her his location earlier, so she could head over when she was free.

But judging from the fact that there were no new messages, and his location message didn't even have a read receipt, it didn't seem like she'd be coming anytime soon.

"I guess I'll have to finish things here on my own... This would've been way easier with that woman here," Suzaku sighed, cracking his neck.

"Answer me!" Stain suddenly roared, his frustration boiling over.

"Dunno, man." Suzaku shrugged as he began strolling toward the Hero Killer, fists ready. "Money and fame, I guess. That's the only reason I decided to become a hero."

"What?" Stain's eyes widened.

"Money and fame." Suzaku made a money gesture with his fingers. "Though, preferably money. Fame isn't always good—no, never mind, only money. Fame seems like a pain in the ass. Though, will money come without fame? Maybe I actually do need—"

"So you were a fake too..." Stain muttered, his face twisting with frustration.

His grip on his katana tightened to the limit, and his eyes burned with newfound fury.

"Then, I'll have to get rid of you... all three of you."

Suzaku laughed.

"Oh, is that so?"

Despite being without his staff, Suzaku showed no signs of nervousness in front of the threat. Instead, he grabbed both Iida and Native by their collars and, with one forceful motion, hurled them several meters away.

-Thud!-

Both grunted in pain as they hit the ground, their landing anything but graceful.

However, Suzaku paid them no mind. His focus remained solely on his opponent.

With no more hostages in the way, he smirked and raised his fists, ready for a fight.

"Come on, I don't have all day."

Stain remained silent, his expression darkening. Slowly, he began walking forward, his katana scraping against the ground, the sound growing sharper as his pace quickened.

Suzaku, in turn, began moving as well.

Step by step, they accelerated.

Until finally—

They clashed.

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-To be Continued...-

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(A/N: Watched the Devil May Cry Netflix show. I haven't played the games, but I think it was good. Not crazy good, but watchable.

The demon hunter girl had a ton of plot armor, tho. Most of her friends got ripped in half with normal attacks, while she took bigger ones head on, and from the stronger demons at that, and still looked fine by the end.

Let's just say her chest piece of armor somehow tanked all that.

Also, Dante the GOAT. I wanna be like him when I grow up.

Unemployed.)

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