The wind that passed through the alleys of Sector 11 carried no warmth. It slithered like a snake through broken windows and over collapsed stairwells, whispering secrets no one dared speak aloud. The slums—scarred and hollow—were too used to silence. Not peace, but the heavy, stifling kind that draped itself over ruined buildings like a burial cloth.
And yet, tonight, the silence felt different.
It wasn't just the natural quiet of fear. It was the kind born of absence—of the shadows that had disappeared. Of monsters that had once thrived and now turned to ash. The underworld of Musutafu stirred uneasily, and those who operated in the dark began to feel something alien:
Panic.
---
Inside a dim underground room, lit only by the blue flicker of old monitors, a thin man with wires coiled around his arms frantically tapped at a grimy keyboard. His breath was short, face pale with sweat as his eyes scanned screen after screen.
"Another one… gone."
On the surveillance feed, yet another warehouse was engulfed in black smoke. Bodies—mangled and barely human—littered the floor. Some were split open, others burned through armor that should have withstood high-grade explosives.
But there were no scorch marks. No bullet shells. No security breach alerts. No audio recordings. Not even heat signatures.
Just one frame. One still image that appeared in a single corrupted frame of a ruined camera.
A triangle of light. Glowing.
And a whisper recorded in corrupted static.
"You don't deserve redemption."
The man slammed his fist into the desk. "Who the hell is he?! We scrubbed everything! Is He a ghost or something?!"
"No," someone behind him muttered, stepping from the shadows. A middle-aged woman, half her face marked with synthetic grafts. "Not a ghost. A weapon."
"We believe it might be a child or someone connected to the child looking at the first incident," she added after a moment. "And the moment the lab lost control, he became our retribution."
The screen flickered again. All footage scrambled. Delta's presence erased from digital memory. Even the backup drives were corrupted the same way as the last four sites.
"He's hunting us."
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Far above the shattered streets, on the roof of a dilapidated industrial tower, Jetsling Beroba stood alone.
The wind tugged at his coat, the cityscape sprawling beneath him like a diseased organism. Lights blinked and buildings glimmered—but he saw none of it.
His mind was elsewhere.
Mari. Mariko.
The memory of their small hands clutching his sleeves as they stirred in his arms, the soft weight of sleeping children on his chest—those images stayed with him. Not as weakness, but as fuel.
They were home now.
But how many weren't?
How many never would be?
His gloved fingers gripped the Delta Mover.
[System Standby.]
[Incoming frequencies intercepted. Multiple encrypted pings. Low-level communication chatter detected.]
"Patch me in," Jetsling whispered.
The helmet slid over his head seamlessly, photon veins flaring white as the Delta System engaged.
[Jamming Field initializing.]
Across half a kilometer radius, electronics shorted out silently. Street cams froze. Patrol drones dropped from the sky like metal insects losing their wings. Phones in apartments went dark. Radios buzzed into static.
No one would know what came next.
[Communication decryption complete.]
Jetsling's HUD lit up.
"Target ETA ten minutes. Package remains stable. Repeat, Package remains stable. Route secure."
A transport.
Live.
[Location triangulated. Movement consistent with armored carrier. Escorts present: four. Likely Quirk-enhanced. Route heading east along industrial bypass.]
He stepped to the edge of the tower, wind clawing at his armor.
"Let's intercept."
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The convoy moved like a machine—precise, confident. An armored van at the center, flanked by black SUVs. The tires were reinforced with soft silence layers, the windows tinted with military-grade polymer.
Inside the van, a boy no older than ten lay unconscious, restrained in medical restraints. Electrodes clung to his head.
"We get him to the lab in under ten," a woman said from the front seat, watching the timer. "Boss wants this one fast-tracked. Quirk shows potential. Don't engage with anything unless it threatens the asset."
Another nodded. "Too many of our sites got hit lately. You think it's a gang?"
"No gang's this surgical."
Outside, the street was empty.
Too empty.
Then the jamming hit.
One by one, their communications died.
"What the hell—?"
"No GPS!"
"All vehicles, report in—"
Then he landed.
A streak of silver and black dropped from the sky like judgment itself, crashing onto the road just meters in front of the lead vehicle.
The entire convoy screeched to a halt.
Kamen Rider Delta stood in the middle of the road, the neon light of the line across its body shining like a banner of war. The white photon streams that traced his body glowed faintly, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
One of the escorts jumped out. "Stand down! This is a protected—"
Jetsling moved faster than they could finish.
His elbow shattered the escort's jaw in one strike. The second escort raised his arm—metallic spikes forming from his wrist—but Delta's foot drove into his chest, sending him crashing into the side of the van.
The SUVs tried to reverse.
Too late.
Delta reached behind his back and pulled the Delta Mover free.
"Fire."
[Burst Mode]
A few beam of light shot out, lashing across the lead SUV. Its engine exploded in a bloom of blue flame.
The final two guards tried to surround him.
Jetsling didn't hesitate.
One twist, one vault, and his leg crashed into one guard's neck—bone snapped. The other raised a kinetic barrier, shielding himself—only for Delta to slide underneath and jam the Mover into his gut.
"Check."
[Exceed Charge]
A flash of white light move along the neon line from the Delta Driver belt into the Delta mover.
The cone shape Photon Stream wrapped the man like chains of light as it lock the man from moving.
Jetsling launched himself forward—body flipping into a brutal front dropkick before he merge with the Photon Stream cone launching Lucifer Hammer attack.
He then emerge behind that person body.
An explosion of the photon stream then appear at the man that raise the kinetic barrier.
The blast echoed like thunder through the ruined district.
Smoke drifted in every direction, the street now cratered, the van's side torn open by concussive force.
Delta approached the wreckage, stepping over sparking metal and twitching limbs.
The man that become the target of Lucifer Hammer then fall down and lost any sign of life.
A lowlife that depend on their quirk more rather than training it. The force of the attack kill them directly.
The boy inside the van stirred.
Eyes fluttered open.
Frightened.
Delta reached forward.
"You're safe now."
---
[No additional threats detected. Extraction complete. Perimeter secure.]
Jetsling lifted the boy into his arms, cradling him against his chest.
The child blinked through tears. "Are you... are you a hero?"
Jetsling paused.
Then shook his head.
"I'm the reason monsters stay awake at night."
He turned his gaze upward, watching as some of the hero seem to alert to be alert from the explosion and there also hero that some coming soared in from afar, unaware of the electronic blackout.
Time to vanish again.
He then move from that place while putting the boy at the safe spot for the hero to find and commanding his Delta Ai to remove any trace of from the electronic that might escape from his jamming field.
After he got into safe place he then untransform and recalling Delta System back.
The armor dissolved into white light, flowing back into the Delta Driver belt like rivers returning to the sea.
The jamming field faded.
While this was happening it can be seen that the street was ruined, but the van no longer moved. There were no survivors among the escort team and only one survivor that was the kid that got kidnapped. No electronic trace about him was left behind. Only the boy might reveal the information about him but he knows that it will be hard for them to use that information.
The city would find a burnt wreck and unanswered questions.
But not him.
Never him.
Jetsling stepped into the shadows with the thought of the boy in his mind. Hoping for him to get a good life and not involve in this incident again.
Another name saved.
Another war to continue.