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Ten Minutes Ago. The VIP Meeting Lounge.
Away from the mess of the Heir's Lounge. In the VIP Meeting Lounge, the air carried the scent of old money. The walls were covered with silk tapestries depicting the history of commerce, and the guests spoke in hushed tones that decided the fate of the many.
Honoka Shuzenji stood by a window, with a glass of sparkling water in her hand, thinking about what to do tomorrow.
Jian Li stood beside her, playing the role of the gracious host, though his eyes were sharp, scanning the room for threats or opportunities.
"Honoka," Jian said, gesturing to a man approaching them. "Allow me to introduce you to a titan. This is President Ming."
President Ming was an old man with silver hair swept back cleanly. He was the Chairman of the Asian Hero Support Association — the man who decided which gadgets got approved for international use and which got buried in red tape.
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Honoka smiled and gave him a respectful nod.
"President Ming, it's an honor. I've read your paper on quirk-assisted manufacturing. Fascinating stuff."
Ming laughed as he extended a hand.
"And I have read your quarterly reports, CEO Shuzenji. Or should I say, 'Emberheart'? It is fun to meet the woman who personally kicked my host out of the Japanese market."
He glanced at Jian Li with a teasing glint in his eye.
Jian laughed, unbothered. "She didn't just kick me out, Ming. She threw me out the window and locked the door. I cried for a week."
"Damn right I did," Honoka laughed, shaking Ming's hand firmly. "Business is war, President. And Jian was leaving his flanks exposed. I just took the opening."
"Ruthless," Ming nodded appreciatively. "I like it. I have been tracking Shuzenji Enterprises closely. Your new regenerative spray? The 'Phoenix Mist'? It is revolutionizing field triage. You are doing good work, Honoka. You are proving that profit and ethics do not have to be enemies."
"Thank you," Honoka said, genuine warmth entering her voice. "That means a lot coming from you. We try to keep the 'hero' in 'hero support'."
"You really are as good as Jian over here," Ming mused, sipping his drink. "Perhaps better. He tends to prioritize the 'explosion' factor over the 'survival' factor."
"Explosions sell!" Jian protested. "Everyone loves a good boom."
They continued to talk, discussing tariffs, alloy imports, and the shifting political landscape of hero society. Honoka held her own effortlessly, trading barbs and insights with two of the most powerful men in Asia.
Ten minutes later, a man in a black suit walked up to President Ming. He leaned in close, whispering something into the President's ear.
Ming's expression didn't change. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. But the air around him grew colder.
He nodded once.
"My apologies," Ming said, setting his glass down on a passing tray. "Something has come up. A... logistical issue in the northern sector. I must attend to it."
"Of course," Jian said. "Is everything alright?"
"It will be," Ming said with a cold smile. "A pleasure meeting you, Honoka. We should have lunch sometime in future."
"I would like that," Honoka replied.
Ming turned and walked away, his security detail falling into formation around him.
Honoka watched him go, a frown creasing her forehead. "What was that about? He looked... serious."
"He is a busy person," Jian shrugged, though his eyes were narrowed, tracking Ming's exit. "Probably a villain attack, that poor villain."
He turned back to Honoka with a smirk. "Now, about that joint venture proposal I sent you. I know you shredded the first draft, but hear me out—"
BZZZZZZT.
The lights in the lounge flickered.
For a split second, the power cut completely. The music died. The hum of the air conditioning stopped. The room went dark.
Then, the emergency generators kicked in, and the lights flared back to life.
The room went silent. Nervous whispers broke out among the guests.
Jian looked around, his smile vanishing. "What? Why did the grid fluctuate? We have three independent power cores. That shouldn't happen unless..."
Unless there was a high-frequency EMP or a localized jammer.
A guard came running up to them. He was sweating, his hand pressed to his earpiece.
"Sir," the guard whispered urgently. "We have a situation."
"What situation?" Jian demanded.
"The Heir's Lounge, sir. The sensors went dark for thirty seconds. We lost visual and audio. When the systems rebooted... well, the automated distress signal from Young Master Peng's panic button was triggered."
Jian blinked. "Peng? The Mayor's son?"
"Yes, sir."
Honoka froze.
Please tell me it was not Akira!
***
Outside the Heir's Lounge:
Akira walked down the hallway with Nia in his arms, as he stroked her fur to calm her down. She was still shivering slightly, the aftershocks of the trauma fading but not gone.
"You did well," Akira whispered to her. "That was really brave of you."
"I was scared," Nia meowed softly, burying her face in his shirt.
"Bravery isn't about not being scared. It's about being scared and not screaming." AKira joked.
He kept walking, putting distance between himself and the room.
Hope Mom does't get too mad.
Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned around, and standing about ten feet away was the girl. The one with the ponytail and the red top.
Akira raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you following us?" he asked. His voice wasn't threatening, just curious.
The girl crossed her arms, hugging herself.
"Well," she started. "You tortured a guy in front of everyone. And I tased the other guy. So I can't really stay in there. They were looking at me. Giving me dirty looks. Like I was the villain."
She sighed, a strand of black hair falling over her face.
"Besides... I wanted to make sure the cat was okay."
Akira stared at her.
Just then, Nia moved. She jumped out of Akira's arms, landing on his shoulder. She looked at the girl, then she smacked Akira on the back of the head with her paw.
Whap.
"Ow," Akira rubbed his head. "What was that for?"
"Say thank you!" Nia hissed. "At least say thank you to her, Daddy! She saved me back there! She was nice!"
Akira blinked. He looked at Nia, then at the girl.
He sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. He adjusted his collar.
"Right," he muttered. "Manners."
He looked at the girl. He bowed his head slightly.
"Thank you," Akira said. "For your help. For stepping in when I... wasn't there. You saved her."
"Errr..." he paused. "Can I know your name? Calling you 'Ponytail Girl' in my head feels rude."
The girl smiled.
"No need to thank me," she said. "What they did was wrong. Bullying a helpless animal... abusing their power... it was disgusting. As someone striving to be a hero, I would never turn a blind eye to something like that. It goes against everything I believe in."
She straightened up, placing a hand on her chest.
"As for my name... it's Momo Yaoyorozu."
Yaoyorozu?
The name echoed in his head.
"Yaoyorozu..." Akira repeated, testing the weight of the name. "The Yaoyorozu family? Creative Corp? The people who make everything from toilet paper to tank armor?"
Momo nodded, a sheepish look crossing her face. "Yes. That's us. I came here with my parents. They said this would be a nice time to tour China, see the sights, maybe network a little."
She laughed nervously. "I agree it was pretty good. Until... well, now. I didn't expect to tase someone today. But stuff happens."
Akira laughed out loud.
"You have no idea how similar our stories are," he said, shaking his head.
"My mom did the same thing. 'Oh, let's go to China! It's a vacation! Just ignore the business summit part!' The whole planning was the same. Parents really operate on a hive mind, don't they?"
Momo giggled. "They really do. 'It's educational,' my father said. 'You'll learn about international relations.' I learned most of the rich kids are jerks."
"A valuable lesson," Akira agreed.
He extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Yaoyorozu-san. My name is Akira Shuzenji."
"Nia too!" the cat chirped from his shoulder. "Nice to meet you!"
Momo's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped slightly.
"Shuzenji?" she gasped. "You're a Shuzenji? Meaning... your mom is Honoka Shuzenji? The Emberheart?"
Akira nodded. "If my memory serves me right, that would be the case. Unless I was adopted by a random billionaire with a healing quirk."
Momo stared at him. Then, she stared at his hand.
She took it and shook it vigorously. She was trying to look professional, trying to maintain her "refined lady" persona, but the fan-girl excitement was leaking out of her ears.
"Oh my goodness!" she squealed. "I am a really big fan of her! Like, huge! I have her biography! I watched her documentary!"
Mom has a biography?? AKira thought.
She let go of his hand, clasping her own together.
"From her hero days... she was incredible. The way she managed disaster zones... the triage efficiency... it was inspiring! But two years ago, when she retired from active duty... it made me so sad. I thought the world lost a great hero."
"But then... when she came to the business world? When she transformed Shuzenji Enterprises into a force for good? When she started the 'Hero Safety Initiative'? She became an even bigger role model to me! She showed that you can save people with logistics and resources, not just punches!"
"I really hope," Momo whispered, looking down, "that one day... I can be like her. Smart. Strong. Uncompromising."
Akira watched her. He saw the genuine respect in her eyes.
Most people looked at Honoka and saw a wallet. Or a rival. Or a scary woman who yelled at logistics managers.
Momo saw the hero.
Akira smiled. It was the softest smile he had worn all night.
"You are right," Akira said quietly. "She is the best. She carried the world on her back for a long time."
He looked down the hallway, toward where the adults were meeting.
"I too hope, that one day, I become someone she is proud of. Someone who deserves the shield she built."
Momo smiled at him.
"I think," she said gently, "she's already proud of you. You protected your family back there. Even if your methods were... extreme."
"Extreme is my middle name," Akira joked weakly.
"I thought it was 'Danger'," Nia piped up.
"It varies," Akira shrugged.
"Well, Akira-san," Momo smiled. "Since we are both fugitives from the Heir's Lounge... would you like to grab some food? I saw a vending machine down the hall."
Akira laughed. "Let's do that! And you can use your quirk to make money, no?"
"Please, call me Momo, and let's not do that. My parents will ground me," she said, looking away, embarrassed.
"Okay, Momo. Let's go."
They walked away from the scene of the crime, two heirs to two empires, united by a cat and a mutual hatred of bullies.
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