The Championship was over. Tenya Iida had to leave in a hurry due to an urgent call, worrying some students close to him. Katsuki Bakugo won, finishing in first place and being entitled to the medal, given by All Might. Hiro left quickly before because there was a report of an explosion of one of his creations. For some people the day was hard, for others it was incredible and unforgettable.
The Championship was an opportunity for students to receive internship requests from heroes from different agencies. Some had more than others, Dust only had a few.Professor Aizawa then asked the students to sort their application and make their choice before the deadline. They had to choose quickly and choose an agency that suited them.
Dust therefore picked Axel, number 193 in the ranking. She had decided Dust for his performance during the championship and his abilities, whether with or without a Quirk.He knew very little about this heroine, although he had heard of it before. He then had a heavy heart, filled with apprehensions in relation to the internship that loomed for him and his comrades.
Andréas was going on an internship at Aki (the 💯). He was a hero whose skill was to guess everything, thanks to a few well-asked questions. He wasn't the best in combat, but he had very good analytical skills.
Even though the two friends would have liked to spend their internship together, they were happy to be in the same city, the city of Hosu.
On the day of the Championship, when Iida received his call, he explained the situation to his friends some time later. His brother, Tensei, was in the hospital, having been seriously injured by Stain, the Hero Killer. Because of him, there was a risk that he would never be able to practice again. This had greatly affected Tenya.Izuku Midoriya had been alerted by his changing behavior, noticing his choice of internship. "Hosu", Stain's next destination. He had a feeling that Tenya was up to something then, and it wasn't good at all. He repeatedly asked him to talk to him, but Tenya said nothing, saying everything was fine.
They had one last goodbye before leaving for their respective directions to the station.
On the train heading to Hosu, Andreas and Dust were sitting side by side, laughing together. It had been a while since they had been able to enjoy each other like this.The journey would take about an hour. After about thirty minutes, the two friends weren't talking too much anymore, Dust had become a little quieter, looking out the window at the scenery.
This silence alerted Andreas a little, but Dust cut her off before she could say the same thing to him.
" Can I talk to you? "
In his eyes, Andréas perceived a discomfort and a distress that he had buried for a while already. He held back tears, although visible in the corners of his eyes.
"Of course you can..." Andreas replied in a soft and reassuring voice. She was almost whispering, she felt like it would be something Dust wouldn't want the people around to hear.
Dust sighed and started. . .
"My demons are catching up with me..." He paused before continuing."I've never told you the truth about my parents... I've never told anyone the truth, in fact. Even Hiro doesn't know... People's doubts are true, Andreas..."
Dust then looked Andreas in the eyes. What doubts was he talking about? Dust was obviously talking about those doubts, about all the people who said it wasn't self-defense. . . After all, 130 rounds was a huge thing. Of course, the media may have misrepresented the crime, lying about the exact numbers, but either way, the villain got killed.
But what had really happened that evening? Why had Dust killed this villain? What was the motive? . .
Andreas thought about what Dust meant, not understanding why he was suddenly talking about that.
" What do you mean? . . "Then she came to what she didn't want to believe. It wasn't self-defense.
"Dust, don't tell me...no...please tell me I'm wrong...."
Dust only stared at her, then looked down in shame at his own action.
" I'm sorry "Those were the only words he could whisper before the train stopped, forcing the discussion to stop and the two friends to go their separate ways.
Dust finally got off the train, heading in the opposite direction from her friend. He had previously looked for the location of a hotel not far from Axel's agency. Fortunately for him (or unfortunately), he did not have to take transport to get there and could get there on foot. He put on his headphones and some music, thus cutting himself off from the people around him. Looking at his phone, and from time to time at the sky, taking advantage of the magnificent view of the sky to take a photo and immortalize this moment.
The sun was setting, making an orange and pinkish gradient, spreading over the clouds in the sky. The breeze was fresh, and the air was quite pleasant.
After several minutes of walking, Dust finally arrived at the hotel he had already reserved, he was quickly given the key, and he was able to go straight to his room to put his things down and settle down.
Dust placed his black suitcase on his bed, opening it to take what he needed for tonight and tomorrow. He laid out his clothes for tomorrow on a chair and put on his pajamas for the night. He didn't even take the time to take a shower or brush his teeth, putting his suitcase on the floor, still open, and collapsing onto his bed.
However, he didn't go to bed straight away. He picked up his phone, looking at it for a moment. But, even when he put it down, he didn't sleep, thousands of thoughts raced through his mind, each one more twisted than the last.
He kept thinking about past mistakes and traumatic events. However, tonight he wasn't crying, he was just staring at the ceiling with a blank look on his face before falling asleep more than halfway through the night.
The next day, Dust woke up without a specific desire. It must have been around 5:00 a.m., and he was already starting to get ready. He didn't care that he was there way too soon, it didn't matter to him.He dressed hastily, not forgetting to take his uniform in a suitcase given by the establishment.
He put on his headphones, followed by music playing on shuffle. He walked nonchalantly towards the agency, he barely met anyone considering the time it was. The streets seemed deserted, and the sun had not yet risen.
Dust finally arrived and sat on the steps of the agency's entrance, absentmindedly looking at his phone.
The sun rose slowly over Hosu, while after a moment of waiting in the agency reception (once it opened), Dust's internship supervisor finally arrived.
She was late, but the internship was finally going to begin.
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Chinmoku's Tragedy (VOLUME 1) English adaptation
Fanfiction" You'll make it Dust, I believe in you. " These were the last words he spoke before he died some time later. Those were too many words, he was at the edge of the cliff and he fell. The fall was faster than expected, no turning back was possible fro...
