Kiri la Kill - Chapter 8

The clock began ticking down, as Kiri examined his would-be assailants.

Of course, making the connection between the people in front of him, and a football team was rather easy. The amount of people in front of him, the way their positioning was laid out, the tracksuits they were wearing…

Oh, and of course… The gigantic writing on the side of that abomination of a bus, that read ‘Honnouji Academy Football Team’. That could serve as a rather gigantic clue for anyone with the prerequisite observation skills.

Kiri couldn’t help but let out a faint sigh, having not made any moves beyond tensing in preparation so as not to spook these people into attacking… all the while trying to take stock of his situation.

So Honnouji Academy already knew about him, after all… That gave credence to all of the things he’d heard from others and researched on the internet. All he’d done was walk about a town while looking suspicious, and just a week later, he was being accosted.

“You, boy.” The abrasive looking boy at the head of the formation spoke, pointing at Kiri with a scowl that pinged a sudden familiarity in the part of Kiri’s brain that contained his locked memories. “You are being detained, to be brought into Honnouji Academy. Don’t resist if you know what’s good for you.”

Well, he’d been hoping to resolve this peacefully, but… that really wasn’t a good start.

“I don’t think you guys have the authority for that.” Kiri said, frowning as several people laughed… some of the hulking brutes in the backlines leering at him in a way that told the hard boy that they didn’t have good things in mind for him.

“I have all the authority I need right here, Sharky.” The boy sneered with a ton that oozed self-importance, tapping at the armband on his shoulder. “This right here marks me as the Captain of the Honnouji Academy Football Team, entrusted to me by Lady Kiryuin’s trusted retainers!”

…Was he suddenly transported to the Edo Period?

“Why are you speaking like that?” Kiri blurted out.

“I SPEAK HOW I WANT TO, JACKASS!” The boy quickly lost his temper. “NOW SURRENDER, IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU!”

For a moment, Kiri considered it.

Honnouji Academy was already his destination after all… And going with these guys would let him cut a significant chunk of the journey. It could allow him to open peaceful dialogue, and maybe even recover his memories in record time!

But he also had to consider… Did he really want to go along with these assholes?

Did he really want Honnouji Academy, the place that ruled all under its flag with unabashed tyranny, that may even be the cause of his locked off memories, to hold all of the cards in their dealings?

…

“No.” He said. “I can find my own way to Honnouji, thank you.”

“Big mistake, chucklefuck!” The Captain howled. “We’re gonna turn you into mincemeat! Midfielders!” Kiri, who had already taken a fighting stance and called on his Quirk, had to laud himself for moving immediately, because the moment he’d taken his position, his enemy’s attacks had already reached him.

It spoke to how little common sense existed in his prior life, that he didn’t even blink once at his enemy’s chosen ammunition being footballs. Footballs who impacted his Hardened Torso with strength to collapse the chest cavity of a regular person.

As it stood, they merely bounced off of his frame harmlessly, and Kiri burst forth.

“HE’S STRONG! DEFENSE!”

The giant hulking figures from before thundered forth to intercept Kiri, one of them roaring a “STOPPER!” As he slid in front of Kiri, tearing off his tracksuit to reveal a colored uniform with a single star gleaming on its center---

Kiri barreled into the guy, and knocked him away, much to the dismayed shouting of the other players, as the big guy who’d tried to halt his momentum bounced and bounced until he slammed into their so-called bus.

Credit to him however, Kiri’s momentum had been significantly weakened… placing him in the precarious position of being surrounded on three sides by the remaining defenders- All the while footballs kept slamming into his chest with increasing accuracy, from the backlines.

“LEFT/RIGHT BACK!” The two to Kiri’s sides bellowed as they charged, their tree-trunk-like legs rearing back to deliver a body cracking blow.

Instead of charging forth into the ‘Center-Back’, who was waiting for him, or retreating as many others would do, Kiri simply let out a huff, and jumped into the air, right as the two brutes reached him with their kicks.

As he soared above both of their heads, he was rewarded with the sound of their high-pitched screaming as they gave each other the worst low-blows they would ever receive in their lives… right before he put them out of their misery by grabbing their heads and knocking them together with enough strength to knock them out.

He then planted his feet on their shoulders as they were both collapsing, and threw himself forward in order to slam a hardened fist right into the head of the Center-Back, who had been too busy wincing in sympathy at his teammates’ plight to pay attention to his enemy.

Unfortunately for Kiri, the people observing the fight were focused, more than enough to take note of the jagged look of his hardened hand, and make a connection that changed the way the fight would go for the… Strange.

“HE HAS A UNIFORM!”

“GOKU UNIFORM?!”

“HOW?!

“DOESN’T MATTER, JUST GET IT OFF OF HIM!” The Captain screeched. “MIDFIELDERS! ULTIMATE STADIUM HUMILIATION, FORFEIT EDITION! GO! ”

Kiri, having been too busy defending himself against a barrage of footballs that had suddenly grown strong enough to stop his momentum, had only been able to follow that conversation in choppy bits… so safe to say, he had no idea just what nefarious deed they had planned.

The only thing he could do was to prepare to defend himself, as four more boys suddenly surrounded him, looking a lot leaner yet meaner than the Backs… their tracksuits already discarded in favor of their one star uniforms, which suddenly---

Had suddenly sharpened into something very dangerous!

Kiri could only make to charge at one of them, as he called his quirk to envelop his body, time slowing down as they all charged at the same time.

Only, Kiri could not comprehend, that they were not targeting him, but his clothes.

His poor, poor clothes.

For the second time since losing his memories, Kirishima Eijirou’s clothes were once more annihilated at the hands of hostile assailants, who believed he was wearing a Goku Uniform, and took prompt measures against it.

In other words.

This was the second time someone had stripped him naked!

“...I hope this doesn’t become a regular thing.” Kiri murmured, as all of the other boys, who would have normally been laughing themselves silly to embarrass Kiri in order to get him to quit (as the tactic usually went), were suddenly a lot more intimidated when his physique was revealed.

Kiri, never one to miss an obvious advantage, rushed forward.

In an instant, his clothes were avenged, as the shocked midfielders could only mount a token defense, their sharp feet unable to save them when the person who they were attacking could close the distance far faster than they could raise their feet.

And then there were 3.

“Useless assholes, get him!”

Scratch that, and then there was one.

The two forwards, being much more of a precision shooters, could not handle suddenly being sent into the meatgrinder that was Kiri… and found themselves bouncing back toward the bus the moment they received even the lightest of punches.

“You… weren’t wearing a uniform?” The Captain asked, too slack jawed to even berate his team for being so useless. “But… how?!"

“You really should have noticed that before you destroyed my clothes.” Kiri huffed, feeling more than a bit miffed at being naked, again.

Credit to the Captain however, he bounced back quick. “I don’t know how you’re doing all this shit you’re doing, but now you’re facing the fucking Captain… I ain’t like these chumps.” With that said, he tore off his tracksuit jacket… revealing two stars emblazoned into his uniform. “I am Endo Kosuke, The Unbreakable Gatekeeper! And you’re gonna come with us to Honnouji whether you want it to or not!

It was somewhat admirable, just how much he believed his words.

But…

“You still have a long way to go before you can call yourself Unbreakable.” Kiri said, not even knowing where those words had come from, but believing in them fully as he took a step forward.

With an enraged roar, the Captain transformed into an actual iron gate before his eyes, an Iron gate with two gargantuan pistons in palace of legs… pistons that were rearing back in order to strike Kiri down for good.

Kiri closed the distance with not a shred of fear, and merely threw out a block.

He slid but a centimeter backwards, as his body absorbed the impact, which traveled all over his body, before the Hard Boy forced it to redirect itself towards his fist, which itself was thrown in the direction of the Gate.

Kiri countered, and the gate broke into two pieces, thrown open.

The captain fell to the ground, his Goku Uniform in tatters.

Kiri looked at the clock… 45 Minutes.

He sighed in relief, he still had a lot of time remaining.

Nothing could have prepared Kiri being suddenly blindsided by a boy whose height barely reached his hips.