Ashen Reaper

“Tch. Interfering, huh?” The man jumps back and squints his eyes with absolute disgust. Another young hero that does not know what’s better. Ever since the success of Stain and his solo career, these brats really wanted to hunt themselves a villain of the same kind. Blue Flames. So something from the same kind as Endeavor’s quirk. This is going to be annoying. 

The man swings his bandaged hand around, covering the ground with smoke and watching the other intensely. A few daggers formed from the ground as he picks them up. The man, that was about to be killed tries to run, but one of the daggers reached his back without fail. 

The man is silent. He saw quite a few promising villains in the past few months of being in Japan and this sort of display was not something very unique. A jet-black dagger in his hand disintegrates from existence. it was made of condensed smoke anyway. A few steps towards the short female and tilts his head a bit to the side. 

There are a few people that Kuromori respected full-heartedly even while never meeting them in person. And two of them were All Might. The biggest hero figure in entire Japan and his complete opposite. The mysterious and all-powerful man, whose name is unknown, but his influence spreads across the entire underbelly of the villain side. And the former assassin now stood in his presence. Any normal man would tremble in fear. But unfortunately, Kuja is not someone to be scared of others. He did not know why such honour would be bestowed upon him. But he has his ideas. Mostly his teacher being a world renown figure on the dark side of the world. And his own achievements in the short amount of time he has been in Japan. 

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                         🕸 Kikai wasn’t sure just how long he’d been staring at the stranger. Him, upside down from his web, this stranger, just locked eyes with him for who knows how long. That alone warranted a strange situation by itself never mind the stray, bloody arm that lay on the ground off to the side. 

“Keh… You might say that. I appreciate the gawking, am I pretty to you? Are you mesmerized by my web? It is quite pretty when the sunlight hits it… “ He half teased the other. “I have to agree though…. curious indeed. I do not know where that arm came from down there. It was not my handiwork….” The spider quirk villain laughed at his own humor.  🕸

“Well that’s a part of the reason, but I was mostly curious.” A very rare sight of him smiling but there he is. He loved spiders and everything that is usually branded as scary and unnerving. The same goes for the snakes and other similar creatures. All of the insects, he was perfectly content with every one of them...other than annoying ones of course. 

Other villains often proved useful in their own right. And Kuja did not mind interacting with them, at least at some level. Especially when he needed to target someone else. League of villains were something he did not really pay attention to until he needs to, so interaction was mainly with those villains who were working on their own. And he was looking at one exactly right now. 

A hero. How bothersome. Even if he is not exactly in the situation that would compromise himself, it was still rather annoying to meet one. Even more annoying to think that they are here for the sake of the same goal. Getting rid of some annoying flies. He culls the weak. Destroys them kills them if possible. The snake-like eyes shift to see the Pro-hero approach. He is fully aware that his name is not known around here, quite the contrary, his level of fame was as big as a normal citizen. At least here in Japan. He was almost sure he would be mistaken for a vigilante. How funny. Well, if he can use the situation, he will. Less trash to kill, less attention to gather for himself. 

“So you are from this league of villains then?” The man says looking around the girl with a bit of sceptical glint to his eyes. The snake-like features contorted into a stern facial expression as he slowly put his hand on the bandages tied around his injured, charred hand. Mostly as a habit, but perhaps because there might be a fight ahead of him. 

The man shifts his gaze towards the other person standing to the side. Eight precepts of death huh. What a cute name. Kuja didn’t care much for such organisations, but his teacher did mention that there is some merit to see in the Yakuza organizations. The snake-like eyes watch as the other comes closer, his healthy hand is placed on top of the bandaged one. If there’s going to be a fight, he might as well be ready.