Weeks. It had been weeks of sifting through the muck of "heroic" histories, and the taste in my mouth was bitterer than burnt coffee. I was knee-deep in the pasts of these supposed saviors and what I was finding…it was making my Decay quirk practically itch with anticipation.
First, that bastard Endeavor. Five wives. Five. Rei was the only one accounted for. The other four… just vanished. His first, Mya, gone two weeks after the wedding. Alice followed her four weeks later. Lilly lasted four months. And Anna, two years, along with their five-year-old daughter, Amanda. Disappeared. All of them. And they all had water-based quirks.
Coincidence? Please.
I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it smelled like Endeavor systematically eliminating women whose quirks didn't fit his twisted breeding program. The bastard traded in lives for power. Rei had ice, the other side of the coin to his flames. He wanted the perfect heir, someone to surpass All Might. And he'd sacrifice anything to get it. And now shoto was a hero. I could see it in my bones like he was planning something.
Shoto's scar burned into his skin reminded me of the casual cruelty of "heroes."
I groaned. I hated getting into this kind of shit, but it was necessary. If I wanted to understand the world, to tear down its rotten foundations, I needed the truth. And the truth was a dangerous thing to chase.
Then, All Might. The symbol of peace. His file was squeaky clean until I dug a little deeper. Three wives. First one, Lillian, flower and growth quirks. Died of a mysterious sickness. Convenient. Second, Mia, healing and manipulation. Vanished the same day as Endeavor's wife, Lilly. Childhood best friends, apparently. No coincidence there. They disappeared together.
His last wife, Sofia, was still around. Two kids, August and Marcus, ten years old. She had reach manipulation and weather control. Powerful. But the kids' quirks were… off. Weather tech control and quirk control. No record of the second quirk in either family. Sofia probably had an affair, I wouldn't be shocked.
I groaned, running a hand through my already tangled hair. Even in my old life, things weren't this fucked up with the heroes. I needed a vacation. Like, yesterday.
I packed me and Eri's bags, just throwing in essentials. I let X know I was taking a few days off. They didn't mind. I was loyal, their number one assassin. They rarely questioned me. Me and eri took a private flight. I let her sit by the window. She loved it, pointing at the clouds and birds, her small face alight with wonder. The hours were long, but eventually, we landed in Seoul, South Korea.
I checked into one of my go-to hotels, a place of quiet luxury and anonymity. I put Eri to bed, the exhaustion of the journey pulling her under instantly. Then, finally, I could collapse on the bed myself.