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He fell for it.
All it took was a little taunt of threatening to hurt the people Tsukune' loves to get him riled up. A pure deception that only someone with no experience would fall for, a mistake he is going to learn today. Tsukune is too easy to manipulate, which could get him killed in combat if the wrong person was to act on his weakness. Even from this distance, Mikoto could see how quickly angry Tsukune has gotten, triggering Tsukune was like pulling a pin from a grenade. And what happens after removing the pin?
BOOM
It didn't take long for the fiery chef to blast himself out of the elevator. Just as he had, there was a spark of emerald light from his feet before leaving his previous position. Using the famous high-speed movement known to fullbringers as Bringer Light, he was indeed fast, but Tsukune would soon realize that his over-excessive eagerness to act would be misplaced. He was wanting to move by the mention of Mikoto harming his loved one without even thinking, would he do something that drastic? Would Mikoto stoop to that level of depravity?
Mikoto followed his movements without so much as moving his body but tracked him by the eyes alone. Noticing how he walked towards the open backside where he believes Mikoto was unaware of his sluggish movement. Yes. Walk. In Mikoto's view, that is the perception he has gotten from Tsukune bringer light. It was so slow as if he wasn't running at all but walking though Mikoto did not make any attempts to move from his positions but stood there standing with both eyes closed. Mikoto feels the sensation of heat behind him as if he was standing in front of a considerable size heater. Yet, not even the heat truly bothered him but also sensing his presence, it wasn't impressive but a small improvement from two months ago.
And then it begins.......
The first attempt to attack was when Tsukune, the burning red demon looking to bring down the house with his frying pan, like a hammer over a nail. In which the hammer is to connect with the nail, attacking blindly with anger that he wouldn't even begin to noticed Mikoto had long left that position without him noticing. Hitting nothing but a mere image that was once Mikoto, instead had he continued the strike, it would connect the flooring of the warehouse instead. Due to this anger of emotion, it seems as though he would have continued to strike the floor multiple times. With no hesitation, no plan to stop and noticed the target was missing. The million-dollar playboy stood behind Tsukune with his back facing his back without saying a word and only listening to the tune of the pot crashing into the floor and him screaming.
"NEVER THREATEN THEM AGAIN!"
And then he proceeded to say......
"You're the same as me, you stupid brat! Hiding behind a mask and pretending you're someone special because your parents died! Boody hoo hoo, shit happens, stop being such a bitch! Grow up already! I never wallowed in my self-pity or coulda shouldas. I got back up and made a future for myself! You don't need that mask to be a hero! You already are, you have to learn to forgive yourself! Stop being afraid of letting people know who you are, dumbass!"
All Tsukune has been doing was more preaching, spouting ignorance again without having a clue or a slight knowledge about Mikoto. That should be expected from someone who knows nothing but assume everything. It was quite aggravating to know that there is someone who could presume so much without knowing the truth. Continuing to believe they were the same. Indeed they were the same race, but as individuals, they weren't the same, far from that—different opinions, views, beliefs, different upbringings, becoming completely two different people from different circumstances, and continuing to misunderstood the difference between Mikoto and his TRUE identity. What Tsukune failed to understand the most is what it means to be a hero. It takes more than dressing up and beating up bad guys saving damsels in distress.
Mikoto understood that to be a hero, you have to learn to be a deviant. Heroism requires people to depart from their traditional world, to cast aside conventional ways of behaving. Heroes are not ordinary – they are extraordinary. And Mikoto isn't normal, a broken shell of his former self, psychologically torn from his past but also using that same darkness and sadness as strength. Mikoto Kimura is only useful for the public.
Furthermore, the man lives and breaths crime-fighting - he views his hyper luxurious playboy lifestyle as a chore meant only to allow him further to pursue his perpetual crusade. He also wants people not to see Masked Avenger as a guy in a suit, not just because he wants the bad guys to see him as a monstrous boogeyman. But also because he wants The Masked Avenger to become an eternal avatar of hope and justice to the people and cities, he's trying to protect. He feels that letting people tie Masked Avenger's identity and persona to himself, a single man, would diminish all of that. People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy, and can not do that as Mikoto Kimura. In the eyes of humans, he's a man, he is flesh and blood, Mikoto can be ignored, he can be destroyed, but as a fullbringer, as The Masked Avenger....a symbol...and as a symbol, he can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting. And can be precisely what everyone in Karakura Town and Naruki needs.
So it is easy for anyone who looks at Mikoto and thinks he just some stuck up rich guy in a suit that performs vigilantism at night with a costume and mask. However, there is only the closes of people that know the truth. They know Mikoto Kimura doesn't hide behind a mask, he doesn't become the Masked Avenger. Mikoto Kimura, that people believe they know, died the night of his parent's death. And in his place was born something else, something that created anger and hatred, a boy reborn of vengeance. And on that night, hollows and shinigami everywhere would have made a mistake. They inadvertently created something that would offer a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down that something else in its stead could be hungrier.
All the while, this insatiable hunger, this oncoming storm, grew inside the new man, and he had to learn to disguise it. He had to learn to laugh at parties, shake a few hands and drink with Japan's patrician class, and attend social functions with supermodels on his arms. But, of course, all of it was an act. All that consumed Mikoto were the shinigami, criminals, and hollows alike, who were themselves filled with Karakura's hunger, hiding in the shadows, feeding off the weak. He wouldn't let it be for much longer. He couldn't. Only when he was alone could he show himself, though even Mikoto wasn't entirely sure as to what he was. So he built himself. He brought himself to the peak of physical strength, simultaneously honing his fullbringer abilities at a young age and fortifying an unbreakable resolve. He became something that might withstand the arduous weight of Karakura's will. But it wasn't enough. It still wasn't who he was. He didn't want to confront the will merely; he aim to break it. Behind the physical realm, Karakura town is dark, but he intuited that he had to be more than opaque. And one night, as he sat in the grand estate of the Kimura Family, ever desperately grasping for his true identity, trying to find a way to set free who he really was. It was only then something hit him mentally; the image came to his mind. At that moment, he knew who he was, what he had become. And so he wore a symbol to show the underbelly of Karakura what it woke up that night in – to show Karakura's dark forces what it will have to suffer for all it had stolen.
And after 18 long years when the sun goes down, and monsters are loose, he, Mikoto takes off his mask, and Karakura sees his pure form: a CREATURE OF RECKONING. He takes on those that the hunger has yet to satiate—aiming to fight the monsters in black skin and white faces, fighting monsters dressed in black garbs, and carrying weapons of destructions that sit back and do nothing. There was a time he tried to give up on fighting and live a healthy life, end up allowing his wall to fall to a certain woman, Emiko. Got married and had a child, and that life of normalcy got her killed, leaving him only a daughter he couldn't take care of as a Father. That day broke not only his mind but his heart.
It seems as though life in Karakura town tried to take away everything that he loves, demanding that he gives in to its will. It was only then he told himself that he should no longer fall into those feelings of another person or anyone. He would open his eyes to a space in front of him, only seeing the far end of the warehouse wall.
"This..........this is my city! And I'll be damn if you make a mockery out of it!"
Mikoto would shout still shrouded in green and black color aura that outline his body. That is when before Tsukune even realizes Mikoto would be behind him, only the sound of his voice would alert his presence. Mikoto already spun counter-clockwise off the heel of that foot to be staring at the back of his head. Simultaneously, the item that he wore on the left arm, a watch. Once Mikoto activated, there was an ethereal green color clock that only shows baton markers but no numbers around the circle. At that moment, everything within a certain radius frozen in place, at least in Mikoto's eyes. Everything slowed down unknown to the likes of Tsukune that wouldn't experience what Mikoto is experiencing. Tsukune would still see things at a normal pace in his time perception, Mikoto taking a slow pace around Tsukune left side, even in this state. Tsukune wouldn't be able to see his movements precisely only following the sound of his voice that was behind him.
That is when Mikoto would be standing in front where Tsukune was once facing. The built-up energy Mikoto had been working on end up being placed in a single strike that was slowly lining up towards the solar plexus of Tsukune. The right hand was straight as they could be, like a knife ready to stab the target. Only he kept the fingers an inch away from Tsukune but only for a second and then after that second turn into another second that open hand turns into a firm fist that pushed forward right towards the top of what could of been Tsukune's abs. By pushing forward to add in the weight and also while throwing his hip into the strike. Doing so gives him enough force to exert from this distance. Which it is meant to punch not push, so if connected, the arm would spring backward rather than continuing to move forward.
When Tsukune starts to feel the punch, time perception that he believed not to have been altered would realize, Mikoto was no longer behind. As if he used some profound high-speed movement to move again. And when he does recognize that he would have lost a tremendous amount of air from his lungs—gasping for air for the minimal amount of twenty seconds, feeling an immense amount of pain from the diaphragm, causing him to double over from the not only the punch but a powerful shockwave through the impact of the strike and out the other side. This session between them would end before it even got start it. Even Fred who is filled with nothing but pure muscles could falter to this technique. Usually, Mikoto only uses this technique to kill but he held back since this wasn't a bullying match but a lesson for Tsukune, a lesson he needs to learn by force.
