Chapter 15: NO. 15 - Stolen Street Cred

Chapter 15: NO. 15 - Stolen Street Cred

[You have pulled: Ryomen Sukuna's Poison Immunity! Rank: Gold.]

"Hm, an excellent pull."

"Indeed. A very useful passive."

"Gentlemen, I believe it's time."

I looked around at my four clones as we all sat on a random round table I found on someone's rooftop balcony. Zaiko sat on my shoulder as usual. A pair of Gojo's shades rested over its derpy eyes. We were all dressed in my jujutsu uniform as we looked at one another with varying expressions.

"You mean the Platinum pull." Clone A said to Clone B as he intertwined his fingers and leaned forward on the table. "Hm, a high-risk, high-reward pull. It's a risky option."

"Hah! What are you? Pussy? I say we go all in!" Clone C slapped his hand on the table as he leaned back on his chair. "So what if we lose all our points on the off chance we don't pull a reward? What life without some risk?"

"You sound ridiculous. We have a better chance at pulling for a Gold tier reward. At least with that, we have four chances to win something! Not just one!" Clone D shook his head as he crossed his arms. His, my? Expression was set in a look that said, "I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"Boss! I say we go for it!" Clone B abruptly stood up and turned to me with a large smile. "I say we do it! This could be our chance to get one of the four techniques on our wishlist! Just think about it. We have a 50% chance of pulling the Limitless, The Ten Shadows, Shrine, or Star Rage! Let's become OP!"

"Hmm." I hummed as I looked out at the night sky. The city lights in the background shined brightly. Perhaps even encouragingly. "You all had strong arguments and sound points. With all your opinions in mind, I've come to a decision, Gentlemen. I say we go for the Platinum pull!"

Two out of the four clones cheered while the other two sucked their teeth in annoyance. I reached forward and grabbed the floating Gacha machine's dial.

"Use 3500 SP."

I slowly twisted the dial as my clones stood behind me, their faces nervous but excited. We watched as the machine rumbled and glowed a bright silver as the plastic prize balls danced enticingly behind the machine's glass case. None of us breathed as we watched the lid finally snap open to reveal...

[You have pulled: Fushiguro Megumi's Cursed Technique, The Ten Shadows! Rank: Platinum.]

"Yes!"

"We did it, boys! We made it!"

"I never doubted this choice for a second!"

"Stop the cap."

Suddenly, several loud bangs shook the door behind us as we all stopped our celebration. We all turned to look at the door I barricaded with a chair.

"Who the hell is out there? I'm calling the police!" A loud, angry man shouted as he continued to bang repeatedly on his door.

"Shit, no time to experiment," I said as all my clones melted away into CE. I spun on my heel and jumped off the roof balcony as the old geezer continued to yell.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, my face broke into a grin as I raised my hands to make a hand seal of a dog.

"Divine dogs!"

Two loud howls filled the chilly night air as my mad laughter followed behind them. Causing dozens of once happily sleeping people to wake up in annoyance at the loud noise.

x x x

[General POV]

A man with long black hair looked around his surroundings with dry but calculating eyes. He was dressed in a black jumpsuit with a utility belt around his waist. On his feet were black boots, and a white rope-like cloth sat coiled around his neck. The man's name was Aizawa Shota, otherwise known as Eraser Head.

"Any idea on what happened here, Eraser Head?"

Aizawa turned to look at another fellow hero who had a black mask over his eyes and an attire similar to the armor Spartans would wear, including a green hooded cape and a black shirt that appeared to be stitched down the middle with a red pattern. This was the pro hero, Crust.

"A few," Aizawa muttered as he looked around the large, dark warehouse.

The abandoned warehouse Aizawa, Crust, and several police officers stood within loomed large, its weathered bricks crumbling and stained by years of neglect. Rusting metal beams jut out at odd angles, while shattered windows create a haunting mosaic of jagged glass. The air is thick with dust and blood, and the faint smell of mold lingers, hinting at the dampness that has seeped in over time.

Inside, the vast open space is filled with remnants of its former life—rows of empty shelves and scattered debris litter the cold concrete floor. Sunlight streams through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows that dance across the walls. Graffiti tags splash colors against the drab interiors.

It was a brief and easy lesson. It took all of three minutes for me to kick all their asses without sending them to the hospital. Hopefully, they're quick learners, so I didn't have to do this again.

"Oi, you three." I pointed at the three bozos from before, causing them all to whimper loudly.

"Y-yes!?" The three shouted.

[+5 SP]

[+5 SP]

[+5 SP]

"This is your last warning. Mess with me again, and I'll rip your balls off. Oh, also, don't mess with that guy anymore, either. Ka... Ka-whatever, too."

"...you mean, Kagawa?"

"Yeah, him! In fact, I better not hear you three or any of you in that pile bullying anyone in this school. Got me?!" I said in a raised voice as I lifted my pristine knuckles at the large pile of middle schoolers.

"We understand!" The loud, scared reply came from them all.

[13x5= +65 SP]

I nodded and walked away from the meat pile to begin heading to work. Unaware of the several hidden onlookers watching from their hiding areas.

As I walked, I wondered how long I would continue working for Minato. Money wasn't much of a problem anymore due to my book sales and recently acquired bags of cash, so there was little point in working for the low wage Minato was paying me. But if I did quit, then Mei and I would have less time to hang out or for me to earn some SP.

"Hm, what to do?"

I walked straight through the crowds of city folk, their bodies parting the way like the Red Sea. Confusion and nervousness were across their faces as they turned to me as I passed them.

"Eh, fuck it. I'll keep working there. I owe Minato for the chance after all." I nodded as I reached the street where Hatsume's Mechanical Repairs and Such was located.

Yeah, that's the reason. It's not because I enjoy being around the crazy tornado that is Hatsume Mei and not being alone.

Yeah, the cope is real.

I walked through the store's front door and heard the familiar bell chime. "What do we get going on today, Hatsume-san?" Minato grinned at me as he looked up from the compound motor he was working on.

"Ah, Souta. You're here. Hatake-san brought in a deep fryer from his restaurant, which has been giving him trouble. Can you take a-"

"Souta!" I brazed myself as a blur of pink crashed into me. I looked over my shoulder to see Mei's smiling face covered in dirt and grime. "It's ready! Baby #18 is ready! You have to come look!"

[+5 SP]

"Hello to you too, Mei." I said as Mei let me go in favor of grabbing my hand to pull me off towards the back of the shop. Minato sighed and stood in her way, a dirty rag in his hands.

"Not now, MeiMei. Souta has some work to do first."

"Hah? Nah! My baby is so much more interesting than that!"

"Souta is here to work, MeiMei. Not to help you invent future lawsuits."

"I resent that!"

I laughed at the father and daughter duo as they bickered about how I would spend my time today.

Mei and I were so caught up in the moment that we didn't realize our fingers were intertwined.

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AN:

Quick question: do you all want to see Souta go to UA? I've been seeing a lot of comments suggesting he go there. Or should he take a different path?

Until next time!