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In a quiet, cozy bar, black mist appeared. From within it emerged Shigaraki Tomura, the man with bloodied hands.
"Damn it... that brat."
Shigaraki muttered, and the TV in the bar switched on, a man's voice coming from it.
"You let your guard down, Tomura."
"Master, that’s not what you said. That Nomu had self-regeneration. Why did it end up dead?"
"Even a Nomu will die if you stab its brain. If the brain that gives orders to the body dies, the body dies too. A Quirk is part of the body. And yet you were defeated by a mere student... Tell me the details."
"First, he covered his face with a hood, so I couldn’t see what he looked like. He seemed to have a detection-type Quirk, since he noticed that the Nomu had been made using multiple people. The way he fought was with a sword, or by throwing daggers and using hidden weapons."
"Hidden weapons?"
"Yeah, he used one to stab the Nomu’s brain. It was something like a knife hidden inside his wrist. Come to think of it... his eyes were glowing gold under the hood."
Oh...
"Good. The information you gained will open a path to victory next time. It’s fine if you failed, Tomura. You can make up for it next time. Rest both of you, since you’re injured."
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Hmm, I heard Tomura and Kurogiri’s report and got an unexpected harvest. But how persistent. I spent decades searching for it, killed it, and yet it still continues to this day.
Still, that’s a relief. It gave Tomura a chance to gain valuable experience. Hahaha, Tomura. It’s all right to fail. Everything exists for you...
The man gripped the red cross hanging around his neck.
May the Father of Understanding guide us.
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