My hero academia:Am I worthy?

Tall buildings loomed over Izuku like a monolith, making him feel like a tiny flea in a city that was hundreds of times larger than him. Clinging to the buildings, Izuku swung back and forth like on a swing, trying not to fall face-first into the dirt. The cold wind blew against his face, tickling his cheeks and eyelids, delighting his eyes with the sun, whose beauty fascinated him, but it didn't stop him under any circumstances. Swinging on the building, he gripped the concrete wall tightly with one hand and braced his two feet against the structure, gazing into the distance of a city where a hero and a villain were fighting amidst a raspberry sunset that was about to retreat, creating darkness from which all the criminal scum would pour out from every crack.

— This is not our business, — thought Izuku, devising a strategy for such situations to avoid attracting too much attention from heroes, deciding to refrain from helping. The opportunity to help others was incredibly altruistic, but he couldn't act that way. He wasn't strong enough to face a multitude of opponents alone when professional heroes from the top ten could defeat him with brute force.

Finally, glancing at the time on his phone, Izuku realized he was late for a meeting with Dabi, who was waiting for him in one of the city's alleys. Accelerating, using [Symbiote: Dash] on the wall, he made a jump from the edge of the building with incredible speed, falling freely as if tomorrow would never come. Squinting at a considerable height, he used [Wingsuit], gliding over the city like a squirrel jumping from a tree into freedom.

— This is freedom, — whispered Venom, retracting his wings and allowing the host to fall freely between the buildings. Grabbing onto the wall of one of the buildings, Izuku landed on the roof.

— He's here, — without further thought, Izuku jumped off the roof, landing on the ground and seeing Dabi in his hero costume with hair as white as snow and a motorcycle. Leaning against the wall, he noticed a dark silhouette that appeared from the sky, falling like a comet.

— And where is life taking you? While I was waiting for you, I managed to drink two cups of coffee with a croissant, — Dabi grumbled irritably, to which Izuku merely waved him off, approaching.

— God has been patient, and you will be too, Toya, — Izuku smirked, pulling out a paper from his pocket with information about the transportation of people with unique quirks to an unknown destination, being transported by the Miamoto family, who were making large sums of money by circumventing the law.

— Let's get to the point. Why did you call me to this dirty alley? — Dabi raised an eyebrow in a casual tone, watching his partner on this dangerous mission.

— Remember I told you about the Miamoto family? Here, look. This map shows the logistics and routes for sending people with unique quirks to an unknown destination, — Izuku explained, shifting his gaze from the paper to his partner. He could hear Dabi's fingers slowly igniting with blue flames.

— And when did you manage to get this information? — with irritation in his voice, he placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, who was ready for an attack from his side.

— Just recently, so it took me some time to devise a plan, — Dabi looked suspiciously at his partner, but he didn't interfere until he revealed all the necessary information.

— This family has three routes, and they mainly move at night to avoid raising suspicions from the heroes, — Dabi crossed his arms over his chest, snorting in annoyance at all the new information and realizing what a headache awaited after the operations.

— You know, before you start discussing the other details, let me clarify one thing for you, — Dabi attracted Izuku's attention, and he looked at him with a questioning gaze.

— Look, I appreciate your sense of heroism, but the system, to put it mildly, restricts us, and after the operations, I'll have to deal with reports for two and a half days because it's a big operation, — Dabi continued to speak, drawing his partner's attention while Izuku's mind was forming a complete picture of the consequences of this operation.

— And what do you want to offer me? — Izuku raised an eyebrow slightly, clenching the paper and putting it in his pocket.

— No, I'm not offering anything. After the operations with the bone guy, the police and the heroes' commission have started paying a lot of attention to me, — upon hearing about the heroes' commission, Izuku felt a slight panic about the fact that serious players had indeed taken an interest in him and had plans for him.

— And let me guess, they suspect that I'm working with you? — weakly nodding, Dabi cracked his fingers slightly before exhaling.

— You guessed it. And here's what I want to say: after this mission, our cooperation doesn't end, but we will see each other rarely. You can still call me and share information, but don't think it will be that easy. High ratings come with not only big money but also responsibility, — Izuku slowly nodded, pondering the forthcoming events and the consequences his actions could lead to.

— Not surprising, you move up the rankings too quickly; such things do not go unnoticed, — the blue eyes flickered in the dark alley as the sun set behind the horizon, and Izuku was already thinking of alternative ways to reduce crime in the city.

— Definitely, but I can't allow myself, as the son of the number one hero, to stay in the top 50 or 30. That's at least insulting for the Todoroki name, — hiding his motives from his partner, Dabi couldn't let himself remain in such positions. He wanted to impress his father since childhood, and even now he was putting in all his efforts to achieve this goal. His childhood was terrible, but if his father could change for the better, then why couldn't he become a better version of himself? Phantom was fuel for his career, but all good things come to an end sooner or later, and the almost unformed duo fell apart due to external forces.

— So be it, but if my actions cause a stir and send a squad of heroes after me, does that mean we will be enemies? — with a curious tone, Izuku asked, but there were also fears for his life, as Dabi was a very strong hero, and seeing him as an opponent would have serious consequences.

— I can't promise that, Phantom, but if your actions cause chaos and disorder, then consider us enemies, — Izuku stared intently at Dabi's face, trying to understand how serious he was. There was no malice in Toya's eyes, only firmness and confidence. There was no threat in his voice, but it sounded like a clear warning.

— So it comes down to this if I cross the line? — Izuku nodded, as if accepting the inevitability. Dabi merely huffed, pulling out gum from his pocket.

— It's not a threat, Phantom. Just reality. I can't afford to lose this game. If you suddenly become a threat to the city… or to me, I won't turn a blind eye to it, — Izuku smirked, hiding his hands in his pockets and taking circular steps, amused by Dabi's words.

— Well, at least you warned me before the storm, and I will take my next steps more thoughtfully. — While contemplating his future steps, Izuku involuntarily remembered that Burnin should join them in this operation as the strike force.

— If there's important information about you, I'll let you know, but for now, let's start hunting for our prey, — Dabi said with a cunning smile, hitting his fist against his palm, to which Izuku raised his index finger, asking him to stop.

— We have another hour and a half, and besides us, there will be another hero. — At Izuku's statement, Dabi was intrigued, but his further thoughts were interrupted by a familiar female voice that irritated him as much as all the bureaucracy.

— Tell me, Silent Phantom, why of all people on earth did you invite her to this operation? — grumbled Burnin as she walked into the alley, her voice drawing everyone's attention. Seeing the familiar face, Dabi spat out his gum, rolling his eyes. She looked stunning in her hero outfit, with flowing green hair and yellow eyes that reflected irritation and determination.

— Burnin, — Dabi said coldly, despite his side. He knew her very well from working together at the Endeavour agency, but their methods of heroism differed from each other.

— No one called for your hot-headed nature, — he said, not hiding his disgust, as he glanced at her with a dismissive look, shaking his head negatively.

— I didn't come here for your complaints, — Burnin huffed angrily, looking at Izuku, who held his nose, realizing what a headache awaited him in this day with them.

— Now tell me what you've dug up on them, Silent Phantom, — approaching her, Izuku unfolded the paper with the plan to intercept the hostages.

— In short, we need to intercept a convoy with hostages in three different directions. If we manage to intercept them, we can temporarily halt their operations before delivering a precise blow to their economy, — Burnin looked at the map, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze scanned the routes marked on the paper, and her eyes narrowed when she saw three different intersection points.

— Three routes? It seems they decided not to take any risks and spread the hostages out to increase their profits, — she noted skeptically, looking at the map.

— That's why I called you, — Izuku said calmly, putting the map away, observing the pensive look of the heroine.

— We'll split up. You'll take the western route, Dabi will take the northern route, and I'll go to the eastern one. Each of us must intercept our group and hold them, and after clearing the area, call the police and heroes, — Izuku summarized, to which Dabi joined in the discussion, igniting flames in his hand and looking at his ally skeptically.

— And what about you? I hope you're not planning to kill anyone, because remembering how you dealt with those villains on the bridge, I doubt you would leave them alive, — the mention of the bridge where Izuku committed his first murder made cold sweat trickle down his forehead. Burnin also noticed him, but in her manner, Izuku reassured them with a heavy exhale.

— I was on the brink of death: them or me. I think you would do the same if you were in my place, — Izuku countered, calming Dabi but still maintaining his distrust.

— I don't doubt it, but try to avoid unnecessary casualties this time. — Izuku silently nodded, lost in thought. Despite Dabi's warning tone, he understood that their concern was well-founded. He recalled that fateful night on the bridge: fear, tension, the realization of his mortality. But now the situation was different. He was no longer the one who blindly rushed into battle.

— Alright, — he finally spoke, raising his gaze to his allies.

— Let's avoid unnecessary casualties. — Both heroes nodded, expressing their agreement until Burnin intervened.

— We have an hour and a half, and we need to be there as early as possible before the operations begin, — Burnin huffed and stepped to the edge of the alley, checking her equipment. Dabi, for his part, rolled his eyes, but his flames extinguished, indicating he had relaxed a bit. Heading towards his motorcycle, Dabi put on his helmet and started his bike while Burnin checked her gear.

— My gear is ready, but as I understand it, without your beast on wheels, it will take me a long time to get to the location, — her tone was cold, but there was clearly a hint of necessity and something else in her words. Dabi smirked, watching her request but didn't resist too much.

— Alright, put on your helmet and hop on, but keep in mind, if you start giving orders on the road, I'll drop you right in the middle of the road. — Burnin, smirking, climbed onto the motorcycle and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her gear against him.

— You already drive like a madman, — she grumbled discontentedly, although she tightened her grip on him, feeling his musculature, prompting Dabi to warn her before taking off.

— Better hold on tight, — he replied with a smirk and abruptly took off, leaving a cloud of smoke behind and leaving Phantom alone in the alley. Izuku watched them leave, feeling the light tension in the air begin to dissipate. Despite all their hostility, these two knew how to work together when it truly mattered.

Now there was only one thing left to do — intercept the convoy. And each of them had to perform well, if not excellently. Hiding in the shadows of the alley, Izuku jumped, grabbing the roof of the building with his tentacle. Climbing to the rooftop, he ran, using [Symbiote: Dash] at 30%, conserving calories. The sun had long set behind the horizon, marking the time of night, which accompanied him like an old friend, never betraying him.

— Do you trust them? — Venom whispered ominously, allowing the host to use the power he had grown accustomed to like his own, while still remaining quirkless, like a small part of the population.

— I believe their intentions are pure, but I still don't know their goals or what games they are playing behind my back, — Izuku replied tersely, jumping onto the rooftop of a building and gracefully rolling over without injuring himself.

— And if they betray us? They will hunt us down; if they take me, where will you end up, Izuku? — Izuku paused on the edge of the roof for a moment, listening to Venom's words echoing in his head. The gentle night wind rustled his hood as the city below pulsed with lights and movement.

— If they betray us… — he repeated thoughtfully, gazing at the shimmering horizon, doubting his choice to involve them in the operation, but it was difficult to handle alone, so despite the risks, he headed towards them, seeking their help.

— Then I won't let them catch us. We are not the ones you can corner, — Izuku hissed as he jumped into the street, grabbing the edge of a building in a struggling neighborhood a kilometer from the needed route.

— Trust makes you vulnerable, Izuku. They can harm you by playing on our emotions, — Venom's tense voice worried him more each day. Since the merging with the host, the connection had become stronger and stronger. Venom could no longer merge with anyone else; this was the first person who accepted him as a friend, and the symbiosis opened many opportunities for exploring this world, even if he displayed aggression. But that wasn't him. He couldn't feel malice, as his nature was to survive as an organism. Venom voiced all of Izuku's doubts aloud to help him feel better, maintaining the connection when he was down, but he sincerely didn't understand why he didn't take care of himself, putting his life at risk.

As soon as Izuku sat on one of the building's roofs, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he answered the call, which was Dabi.

— I'm on site, — Dabi replied promptly, keeping an eye on the road.

— So am I, but we still have time, so keep your eyes peeled, — Izuku commanded, hiding in the rooftop's shadow, but remembering Burnin, he decided to ask him.

— What about Burnin? — Izuku asked, watching the street that was filled with grave silence, interrupted by the distant cough of homeless people.

— Don't worry about her; she's already on site, — hearing several cars approaching, Dabi looked at the street and saw a convoy consisting of two tinted cars and a truck, just as it was on the paper he had shown Izuku.

— I see them already, I'll call back later, — quickly hanging up, Dabi looked at the convoy with its escort and sped after them on his motorcycle. The members of the Miamoto clan, seeing him, stopped in the middle of the road, waiting to be searched by the pursuing heroes in motorcycle helmets.

Dabi parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and quickly walked towards the convoy, introducing himself to the driver.

— Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Dabi, and I request your documents, — the driver in black glasses took off his glasses and handed over the documents for the car and all the other passengers. Satisfied, Dabi smiled as he handed them back their documents.

— Everything is in order, but I want to check what's in that truck, — Dabi asked in a serious tone, to which the members of the Miamoto family exchanged glances before replying.

— Are you abusing your authority, Mr. Dabi? — asked a man in a black suit with brown hair, raising an eyebrow.

— Not at all. As a hero, I have every right under the law to search suspicious vehicles, — he stated officially. The atmosphere around them became even more tense than before as the enforcers offered him a lucrative deal.

— Sorry, sir, but we're running late. Could you let us go? We'll pay you generously. — Dabi huffed upon hearing the offer. His eyes ignited with determination, and his face became as hard as stone. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest, scrutinizing the man in the black suit.

— You think you can buy the law? — he said coldly, tilting his head slightly to the side. Concealing his irritation, he stepped toward the van slowly, leaving the members of the Miamoto family in the car. The Miamoto clan members froze, watching his every move with tension. Several seconds stretched out like an eternity. Dabi suddenly stepped toward the truck, making the nearest man take a step back.

— Open the van. Right now, — his voice sounded as if any disobedience could lead to an inferno.

But no one listened to him.

Reaching into his pocket, Toya tried to find the special button for emergencies. If he was ambushed, with a single click, the officer's monitor would show the coordinates of the streets where Dabi was in danger. The police dispatcher, seeing that the hero was in grave danger, dispatched several police cars for support while Dabi was sorting things out with the Miamoto clan enforcers.

— Well, since you refuse to obey the heroes and law enforcement, I'm forced to call… — Dabi didn't finish his sentence when one of the Miamoto clan enforcers grabbed his phone, forcibly taking it away from him.

— I ask you for the last time regarding this misunderstanding, — the enforcer said with a harsh voice, provoking slight anger in Dabi, but the situation was not in his favor as they surrounded him on all sides, cornering him like a predator.

— I will not let you go until I find out what's inside this truck, — he said, listening to the discontented snorting behind him, while one of them drew a pistol from his jacket and aimed it at Dabi's head.

— You don't have the guts to pull the trigger, do you? — Dabi said, turning his head and raising his hands, which was a huge mistake on their part.

His hands ignited with flames, and the intense fire surrounded him on all sides, preventing anyone from getting close. Passing through the fire, Dabi, using a recently learned technique, pulled a chunk of earth from under their feet, rising above them. Bullets flew at him, but skillfully dodging them, Dabi smirked and said:

— Now it's my turn. — The first thing Dabi did was burn the vehicles and their engines so they couldn't escape or hide.

Dabi, shrouded in flames like an ancient dragon, slowly descended to the ground, his eyes burning with cold fire. He knew there was no time to ponder — every moment of delay could cost the hostages their lives. His flame, usually bright and wild, now seemed more concentrated, almost surgically precise. He wasn't going to destroy everything around him, but he also wasn't planning to give his opponents a single chance.

— You brought this upon yourselves, — he whispered, and his voice was barely audible over the roar of the fire. The first strike was lightning-fast. Dabi rushed forward like a fire whirlwind, his hand engulfed in flames struck the nearest opponent, knocking him down. The man in the black suit who had tried to threaten him with a pistol just a moment ago now lay on the ground, dazed and burned. Dabi didn't finish him off; he had other targets.

— Hey, you! — he shouted, addressing another clan member who was trying to hide behind the truck.

— You think you can run away? — the flames around Dabi flared brighter, and he charged forward like a meteor. His strike was so powerful that the truck in his path shifted, leaving deep grooves in the asphalt. The opponent trying to hide behind it was knocked down and pinned to the ground by a torrent of fire.

— Open the van! — Dabi ordered, his voice booming like thunder. — Or I'll do it myself!

But no one answered. Instead, two more emerged from the shadows behind the truck, armed not only with pistols but with something more dangerous — small devices resembling grenade launchers. Dabi instantly understood that this was not ordinary weaponry. His instincts kicked in immediately. Waiting a second for his body to cool down, he tore a chunk of earth from under his feet, levitating on it while enemies aimed at him with their weapons. Dodging the RPG, Dabi sent the chunk of earth flying at the attacker, driving him into the ground with force.

The second clan member tried to shoot him, but just in time, Dabi sent flames toward the flying bullet and the weapon itself. The villain, unwilling to give up easily, directed his hand at him, from which a concentrated stream of fire poured out, which was instantly intercepted by Dabi's blue flames, generating a massive cloud of steam that engulfed the entire area, making it impossible to see anything.

Using the flames as a shield, Dabi moved through the dense steam, his eyes, adapted to the bright light of fire, easily pierced through the fog. He knew his opponents were disoriented, and this was his chance. His flames, now cold and blue like an icy storm, cut through the mist, leaving charred asphalt in their wake.

—I see all of you — his voice resonated through the haze, sounding like a warning. One of the clan members, trying to find cover, stumbled over a pile of debris left by the burnt truck. Dabi was instantly beside him, his flame-wrapped hand grabbing the man by the collar and pinning him against the side of the van, knocking him out with a precise strike.

All the villains were incapacitated, and approaching the truck, he melted the lock with his flames. Seeing many hostages retreating to the back of the truck, Dabi was horrified to see numerous women and men beaten and bruised, holding their hands against the cage that held them.

— He was right, — he whispered to himself. Moving closer to them, Toya decided to reassure the captives from the fear that overwhelmed them. It was unknown how long they had spent behind bars, but Toya was not pleased to see innocents in such a state.

— Don't worry, the hero and the police are here. You will be alright, — Dabi said soothingly as he heard police sirens in the distance. This was a success for him, but there were still other people.

Burnin didn't respond, and Silent Phantom did not either, deciding that they had not finished the battle. He approached the newly arrived police officers, explaining the situation.

****

Burnin, fighting with the members of the Miamoto clan, was throwing sharp remarks at her opponents, while the clan members fiercely attacked her, trying to kill her as quickly as possible.

— Well, well, look at these pathetic losers from a worthless clan who can't handle one heroine! — Burnin taunted, hurling fireballs from her hair, setting a car and nearby people ablaze, though they were immune to fire.

— I'll cut out your tongue, you little mutt! — One of the massive clan members stepped forward, wielding a katana and pointing it at Moe, who was ready to face him one-on-one.

— I challenge you! You defeated my comrades alone. Can you stand against me? — Creating a blade from her hair, she pointed it at her opponent, who smirked, seeing she had accepted his challenge.

— Begin! — Moe shouted, charging into battle against the towering opponent, who was three times stronger. Their blades clashed, sparks flying, but the overwhelming force of her enemy drove her into the ground. He tried to kill her as quickly as possible. Using both hands, she struggled to hold him back, but with a kick to his groin, she slightly disoriented him. Drawing a second flaming blade from her hair, she crossed them, blocking his strike in an "X." The clan member, Miyamoto, looked into her eyes and smirked.

— I see you like dirty tricks. Well, I don't mind playing dirty either, — he said, dropping his katana and grabbing Burnin by the forearms, preventing her from attacking. Grabbing her by the waist, he slammed her into the ground. Moe's face was bloodied from the blows, but Burnin, gathering her last strength, grabbed her hair and hurled a fireball into Miyamoto's face. He screamed in pain, clutching his burned face.

— Damn it! — he shouted, throwing Burnin aside. Despite the pain, she got up and saw a car trying to escape the scene. Creating a fiery spear from her hair, she hurled it into the engine, disabling it. Collapsing from exhaustion, she saw her enemy still defeated and, mustering her remaining strength, stood up.

Burnin, despite her pain and exhaustion, stood tall, her hair ablaze and her eyes burning with determination. She knew she couldn't lose—too much was at stake. Her body was bruised and bloodied, but she refused to give up.

— Think you can stop me? — she hissed, wiping blood from her lips.

— You have no idea what I'm capable of, — Miyamoto replied, still clutching his burned face. He charged at her, his strikes slow but powerful. Burnin, using her agility, dodged, but her strength was fading.

— You're tired, little mutt. You'll break soon, — he sneered, trying to grab her.

— Not a chance, — she replied, her voice filled with resolve. Suddenly, Burnin lunged forward, her hair coiling around his arms like fiery snakes. He screamed in pain, trying to break free, but Burnin was already close. Her flaming blade pierced his thigh, forcing him to his knees.

— This... is the end, — she whispered, looking down at him.

But the battle wasn't over. The other clan members, seeing their leader defeated, rushed at her. Burnin, despite her exhaustion, knew she had to keep fighting. Her flames, now brighter and fiercer, surrounded her like a protective barrier.

— You're all just trash! — she shouted, hurling fireballs at her attackers.

— I'll show you what it means to challenge a hero!

One by one, her enemies fell, struck down by her attacks. But with each strike, Burnin felt her strength waning. Her breathing grew heavy, her movements slower. She knew she had to end this quickly.

The last clan member tried to attack her from behind, but Burnin, sensing him, turned sharply. Her blade pierced his arm, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Finally victorious, she pulled out her phone and called for backup.

— Hello, I need assistance on Central Street. A hero is seriously injured, — Burnin reported, clutching her side as she headed toward the truck. Breathing heavily, she cut the lock with her blade and opened the truck. What she saw shocked her: Silent Phantom was right—there were hostages inside.

— Don't worry, the heroes will save you, — Burnin said with difficulty, wiping blood from her face. Her hero costume was torn, but she remained standing. The sound of police sirens reassured her, and as they approached, she collapsed to her knees.

****

Izuku, seeing the convoy moving, didn't hesitate. He leapt from the roof onto the lead car, driving his fingers into the metal and tearing the roof open like paper. Grabbing the driver by the collar, he threw him into the windshield of the truck carrying hostages. The screech of brakes echoed through the street. Using his symbiotic tendrils, Izuku flipped the car. Passengers tried to shoot him, but the tendrils disarmed them and threw them onto the street.

Four men emerged from the second car, opening fire, but Izuku used [Symbiote: Shield], blocking the bullets. When the shooting stopped, he struck the car with [Groundpound]. The enemies tried to use their quirks, but Izuku easily dodged their attacks.

The first used an electricity quirk, trying to paralyze him, but Izuku grabbed him by the leg and hurled him into another attacker. Using [Symbiote: Yank], he lifted all four and slammed them into the ground. Then, releasing tendrils from his body, he activated [Symbiote: Blast], knocking out all his enemies.

— Too easy, — Venom muttered, surveying the defeated foes.

Suddenly, the truck with the hostages began to move. Izuku reacted instantly.

— Now! — he shouted, and the symbiote enhanced his speed. Izuku lunged forward, his tendrils latching onto the truck's sides. He climbed onto the roof, noticing the driver trying to accelerate. The tendrils reached into the cab, yanking the driver from his seat. Izuku jumped into the cab, grabbed the wheel, and slammed on the brakes.

— That's it, — he said, pulling the driver out and throwing him to the ground.

But his problems weren't over. Sounds of struggle came from the back of the truck. Izuku rushed to the rear doors, his tendrils breaking the locks.

— You're free, — he said, opening the doors. The hostages, frightened and exhausted, looked at him with gratitude.

— Thank you, — one of the women whispered.

— We thought no one would save us.

— You're safe now, — Izuku replied.

But his instincts kicked in. He sensed movement behind him. Turning, he saw a clan member trying to attack him.

— You think it's over? — the man hissed, extending his arms.

Izuku moved forward. His tendrils grabbed the attacker, lifted him into the air, and slammed him to the ground, knocking him out.

The hostages applauded him, but Izuku, knowing this was only the beginning, vanished into the darkness, escaping through the alleys.

****

In a room with panoramic windows, decorated in a minimalist style, several people watched the city at night. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

— We've been expecting you, — said a man in a black suit, with gray hair and a monocle over one eye.

— You called for me? — a woman with lavender hair bowed.

— Get to the point, — a second man spoke, laying out the mission before her.

The woman, known as the sharpest shooter in the Public Safety Commission, listened intently.

— An hour ago, Silent Phantom attacked a convoy transporting people with unique quirks. The Miyamoto crime family was involved. We can no longer ignore his actions. He's playing his own game, disrupting the established order. You must find him and bring him in alive.

— The second task, — the man continued, — is even more challenging. Re-Destro is expanding his influence. You must infiltrate his circle and gain his trust. Any information about his plans must be reported to us.

— This might take time, — the woman noted.

— We have time, but a mistake will cost you your life, — the man replied coldly.

— I understand. Leave it to me.

— Good. Go. We have much to do before dawn.

The woman left the room, her footsteps quiet, but her mind already forming a plan.

— Good luck on your mission, Lady Nagant, — a member of the commission called out to her.

To be continued.