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Everyone just stayed silent, reacting to the tension in the room after hearing Waller's words.
"At least they have a justifiable reason for the government to do this," Nizo said out loud, his voice breaking the quiet. "So this mission must be huge for her to take such drastic means."
Several people murmured in agreement, some shifting uncomfortably at the thought of what kind of threat would push the government this far.
"But if it's so important," All Might spoke up, "then why not call in the heroes?"
"Are you stupid—did you already forget what Present Mic said in his description?" someone replied sharply. "Waller hates heroes because they work outside of the law. So I doubt she would consider calling them."
"And to be honest with you," Endeavor added, his arms crossed and tone firm, "I don't like the heroes of this world—especially since most of them are vigilantes."
None of the heroes looked surprised. After all, it was public knowledge where Endeavor stood on vigilantes.
All For One only smiled faintly, knowing that there was more behind Endeavor's words than he was admitting.
Back on the screen, when Waller left, the fat agent looked at the two other agents in surprise. "Was she really gonna kill his daughter?"
The two female agents just shrugged.
"So they're also surprised toward the threat," one of the students observed quietly.
"At least that's something," another said. "Means not everyone around her is completely fine with it."
The scene cut to Waller and Bloodsport walking. "Each member of the team is chosen for his or her own completely unique set of abilities."
They arrived at an open cell. Standing inside was a man in prison clothes, ready and waiting.
"This is Christopher Smith, known as Peacemaker. In his hands, anything is a deadly weapon. His father was a soldier who trained his son how to kill from the moment he was born."
Bloodsport and several members of the audience looked confused.
"Wait, didn't she just say everyone in the team has a unique set of abilities?" Bakugo snapped. "Then why the hell does this guy have the same backstory and abilities as Bloodsport?"
A lot of the audience agreed with him, murmuring their confusion.
"Maybe he's in to fill the number of the team because no one else agreed to join," Phantom Thief suggested.
Surprisingly, everyone found it a good reason—but a few still found it suspicious.
Back on the screen, "Are you having a laugh?" Bloodsport asked, his expression somewhere between disbelief and irritation. "What? You said each member of the team is chosen for their unique abilities. He does exactly what I do—"
"But better," Peacemaker cut in with an unbothered smirk as he stepped out of his cell, following Waller without hesitation.
"I always hit my target, dead center," Bloodsport shot back, narrowing his eyes.
"I hit them more in the center," Peacemaker replied with absolute confidence, like it was a fact carved into stone.
Bloodsport froze for half a second, just long enough to ask the obvious question. "How could you hit something more in the center?"
"I use smaller bullets," Peacemaker said matter-of-factly. "What—goes through the bullet hole without touching the sides."
That earned a few chuckles from some of the students, while others just shook their heads at the absurdity.
"To be honest," one of the pros admitted, "if he actually could do that, then that would definitely be a testament to skill." Snipe leaned back in his seat, folding his arms. "Even if I tried to use my quirk, it'd be difficult to pull that off. So his quirk must be incredible… or he's just way too skilled in it." His colleagues nodded in agreement, a few quietly impressed despite themselves.
Back on the screen, Waller continued, leading the group down another hallway. "Next stop is King Shark."
She opened the door, and the camera revealed a giant humanoid shark sitting awkwardly on the floor, a small book gripped in his massive hands.
"Holy shit, what the fuck," Peacemaker muttered at the sight. Bloodsport didn't hide his own surprise.
In the audience, Gang Orca stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he instinctively leaned forward. Seeing someone with such a similar physical appearance—especially in this kind of group—put him on edge. He wasn't sure if he was more intrigued or concerned.
Back on the screen, Waller's voiceover explained, "Some people claim that Nanaue is a descendant of an ancient shark god. Whatever the case, he's strong… and deadly."
"Does it talk?" Bloodsport asked cautiously.
King Shark stood up and rumbled, "Book… read."
Bloodsport snorted. "The book's upside down."
"You see that?" Peacemaker said. "It's pretending to read a book."
"So smart. Me enjoy book so much," King Shark replied in an oddly cheerful tone, completely unbothered.
The cast exchanged puzzled glances. For someone in such a high-security facility, he seemed like… a simple, almost innocent man. A few even began to feel a twinge of sympathy for him, the earlier "shark god" comment fading from their minds. Only the detective with the principal, and All For One, kept their focus on that particular detail.
"Be a mite careful," Waller added coolly. "He has developed a taste for human meat."
That earned a sharp double-take from Bloodsport and Peacemaker, and more than a few unsettled looks from the audience.
"Wait—seriously? This is the second mutant user who's eaten human flesh," Spinner said, sounding both disgusted and vaguely disappointed.
"No," Kurogiri interjected evenly, "Weasel is an animal with humanoid features. King Shark may be the same situation—only a little smarter."
Several turned to look at seven,, expecting him to have some answer ready, but he just shrugged. "You'll find out eventually," he said, offering no further detail.
Everyone groaned at the non-answer, irritation growing. Seven turned to the readers. Hey, don't look at me. I don't know either. I've seen other versions of King Shark where he's much smarter than this one."
The scene on-screen shifted again.
They walked into another cell.
"Next, we have Cleo Cazo. Ratcatcher Two," Waller introduced.
"Wait, we couldn't afford Ratcatcher One?" Peacemaker quipped.
"He's dead," Waller replied flatly. "This is his daughter."
Several of the students winced. The idea of a generational villain—passing down not a legacy of heroism, but of crime—was unheard of in their world.
Hawks' eyes narrowed, a ripple of unease passing through him. If he had followed in his father's footsteps… would he have been the first generational fall? The thought made his stomach turn.
Waller knocked on the cell door, rousing Cleo from her sleep. "Will you be joining us?" she asked.
"I just woke up. I don't function well in the morning," Cleo replied groggily.
"My deepest apologies for disturbing you," Waller said with polite formality—before slamming her fist against the door. "Get your ass out here."
The sudden switch made Cleo jump to her feet in surprise. The cast shared confused looks. For a supposed villain, Cleo seemed… polite. Friendly, even.
Hawks blinked, wondering if his hearing had failed him.
As Cleo stepped forward, a rat climbed up onto her shoulder.
"No way," Bloodsport said immediately, backing away. "That's not coming with us."
"She controls rats," Waller explained.
Koda and Present Mic practically leapt out of their seats, both letting out involuntary shouts.
Aizawa groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Seriously?"
"Keep it down," he muttered to the two, but the damage was done—everyone had noticed their reaction.
Back on the screen, Bloodsport muttered, "I call that a disgusting superpower."
"This is Sebastian. Say hello, Sebastian," Ratcatcher said warmly.
The rat extended a tiny paw, clearly offering a handshake.
"I'm not shaking the rat's hand," Bloodsport said, brushing past. Sebastian's ears drooped as he withdrew his paw, a sad squeak escaping him.
Several of the girls in the audience let out soft "awws" at the sight.
"Why doesn't he want to?" Mina asked.
"Maybe it's because he's a rat," Momo answered, earning an immediate groan from Mina.
The footage cut again, this time to a new prisoner.
"And finally, we have Abner Krill," Waller announced.
"What's that on his neck?" Bloodsport asked.
"That's a power dampener. They call him… the Polka-Dot Man."
There was a brief pause from the audience, then Spinner frowned. "Wait. Why is he the only one with a power dampener? None of the other members had one."
Melissa frowned, her mind already working through the possibilities. "What's going on?"
Back on the screen, Peacemaker scoffed. "Polka-Dot Man. What's he do? Throw polka dots at people?"
He glanced at Waller. "He does, doesn't he? He throws polka dots at people."
From another cell, a voice rang out: "I hope you can entertain my kid's birthday party, you fucking pussy!" followed by mocking laughter.
In the audience, those with powers that could be called "silly" grimaced, while a few—mainly Bakugo—smirked in agreement.
"What the hell are they adding someone with such a useless power for?" Bakugo said.
"We talked about this," Best Jeanist reminded him patiently. "You shouldn't underestimate your opponents. And I doubt she'd add someone with a weak power after she emphasized how important this mission is earlier."
Bakugo went quiet, replaying the point in his mind before grudgingly nodding.