Facing Stain, who could kill the youth at any moment, Death Arms' heart leaped into his throat.
To Death Arms' surprise, Stain did not show the slightest bit of bloodlust toward Orion. Instead, he slowly lowered the katana in his hand and looked at him expressionlessly. "You're right. This is not a place for a child."
"At least until you become a Pro Hero, I won't lay a hand on you," Stain said, glancing at the crest on the school uniform.
U.A. High School—a place that specializes in producing Pro Heroes, and the quality of heroes they produce is not bad.
Orion ignored Stain, waved at Death Arms, and smiled. "Death Arms, do you remember me?"
"Just get out of here quickly!" Death Arms was speechless. Was this kid an idiot? Could he not see the current situation?!
"Ten months ago, I had the honor of meeting you once." Orion unhurriedly set down his groceries one by one. "I had a fairly good impression of you."
"Huh?" Death Arms tried desperately to remember, but he couldn't recall where he had seen the boy.
"Kid," Stain interrupted their conversation, lightly resting the back of his katana on his shoulder. "I'll give you five seconds to vanish from my sight."
"And if I don't?" The corners of Orion's mouth curled into a slight arc as the three black tomoe in his eyes began to spin slowly.
"I don't have time to play house with children." A ruthless glint flashed in Stain's eyes. "Leave, or die."
"Try it then." As soon as Orion finished speaking, he instantly vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was twenty meters away from the Hero Killer, carrying Death Arms with him.
"What..." Stain's pupils shrank instantly. He only felt a black shadow flash by, and the speed of that shadow was so fast the naked eye couldn't track it!
"..." Suddenly moved from one place to another, Death Arms couldn't react for a moment, staring blankly at Orion. "Teleportation?"
"The Sludge Incident ten months ago—do you remember it?"
"I have some memory of it," Death Arms nodded slightly.
"I was the one being held hostage at the time." Orion stepped forward, shielding Death Arms behind him and facing Stain directly.
"So it was... but I remember your Quirk wasn't..." As a witness to the Sludge Incident, Death Arms was one of the people who knew the nature of Orion's Quirk.
How could someone with a Hypnosis Quirk move from one side to another so suddenly? Could he be under hypnosis? Thinking this, Death Arms involuntarily slapped his own cheeks.
"Kid, you're interesting." Stain recovered from his shock and stared seriously at Orion's crimson eyes.
The next second, Stain raised his katana high and swung it down fiercely, creating a whistling sound as he shook off the residual blood on the blade.
"No, a child is still a child. You won't understand what a true hero is." Stain crouched slightly, making no effort to hide the murderous intent in his eyes. "Though it goes against my principles, you brought this on yourself."
"Get out of here! You're no match for him!" Seeing Orion preparing to fight Stain, Death Arms felt his heart skip a beat.
"Don't try to be a hero!" Because his movements aggravated his wounds, Death Arms' breathing became slightly labored. "Go find a Pro Hero! You can't handle him!"
"Too late!" A red light flashed in Stain's eyes as he exerted force through his feet, rushing forward at extreme speed. Under the streetlights, the katana reflected a chilling silver light.
"No!" Behind Orion, Death Arms could only watch helplessly as Stain drew closer and closer, his body too stiff to move.
In Death Arms' eyes, Stain's speed was incredibly fast—so fast he was nearly a blur.
But in Orion's eyes, Stain's movements were practically in slow motion.
At this moment, a quiet change occurred in Orion's eyes. The three black tomoe spun rapidly and instantly connected, forming a closed circular pattern.
The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan!
The moment Stain's katana was about to fall, a layer of blue substance suddenly erupted from Orion's body, surrounding him and forming a circle of light-blue ribs.
Clang!
The katana collided with the ribcage, producing a crisp sound. Due to the reaction force, Stain was sent flying back, crashing heavily into a nearby pile of trash.
Lying in the corner, Death Arms stared wide-eyed. He never dreamed that an attack would result in such a conclusion.
He clearly remembered the records stating that Orion's Quirk was Hypnosis. So what was this thing that looked like a blue skeleton?
"A very strange Quirk." Having failed his strike, Stain showed no intention of retreating. Instead, a deep curiosity surfaced in his eyes.
However, that curiosity soon turned into a madness that was almost tangible.
"Just a little brat, playing hero?" Stain's grip on his blade tightened, ready to strike at any second. "Let me see just how far you can go."