Rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of the office.
Four pro heroes stood in front of a large desk while the man behind it sat calmly, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The dim light reflected faintly off his glasses as he studied them one by one.
Then he asked the first question.
"How did he escape?"
The heroes exchanged brief glances.
It was Eraser Head who answered.
"He never planned to leave through the doors."
The man behind the desk leaned forward slightly.
"Explain."
Aizawa sighed quietly and began recounting the fight.
"At the start, he engaged Fourth Kind and Gun Head simultaneously. He used his pistol primarily against Gun Head."
Gun Head nodded.
"That part we all saw. His aim was precise enough to keep me from advancing."
Aizawa continued.
"From the outside, it looked like he was trying to break through the warehouse doors with his gunfire."
The man behind the desk tilted his head slightly.
"But that wasn't the goal."
"No," Aizawa said flatly.
"It was misdirection."
He glanced at the others briefly.
"Red Hood knew we were observing him. The door weakening was meant to give us a logical explanation for his behavior."
Fourth Kind's deep voice added,
"He wanted us focused on the exit."
Gun Head nodded.
"That's exactly what we thought he was doing."
Aizawa continued calmly.
"While maintaining distance from Fourth Kind and keeping Gun Head occupied, he gradually positioned himself under the central support beams of the warehouse."
The man behind the desk tapped a finger once on the table.
"And then?"
Aizawa's voice remained neutral.
"The moment Ectoplasm's clones surrounded him, he switched weapons."
Ectoplasm spoke next.
"He holstered the gun and drew his second sword. At that point, the fight became close combat."
"We all saw that," Fourth Kind said.
"His movements were controlled," Ectoplasm continued. "No wasted motion. He reduced the number of clones quickly."
Gun Head added,
"And he kept talking during the fight."
The suited man looked up.
"Talking?"
Gun Head nodded.
"Taunting. Mocking the situation. He never sounded pressured."
Aizawa clarified.
"That wasn't arrogance. It was psychological pressure."
The man behind the desk watched him closely.
"Go on."
"He fights like someone who enjoys combat," Aizawa said. "But not recklessly. Calculated aggression. Provoking his opponents while analyzing them."
Fourth Kind crossed two of his arms.
"He also adapts quickly."
Ectoplasm nodded.
"He figured out the original clone wasn't present within seconds."
Gun Head leaned slightly on the table.
"And he was smiling under that helmet. You could hear it in his voice."
The room grew quiet for a moment.
Then the suited man returned to the first question.
"And the escape?"
Aizawa answered immediately.
"The moment the second wave of clones appeared."
He pointed upward slightly.
"While fighting them, he positioned himself directly beneath the warehouse roof trusses."
Ectoplasm added calmly,
"We were watching him closely by then."
Aizawa continued.
"He created a brief blind spot using the clone wave. One sword strike cleared the space above him."
Gun Head finished the next part.
"And that's when he fired the grappling hook."
The man behind the desk looked interested.
"A grappling device?"
"Yes," Aizawa said.
"It anchored to the roof beam. He launched upward immediately."
Fourth Kind nodded.
"He moved fast."
Aizawa continued the explanation.
"He reached the roof before the clones could close the gap. The moment he was airborne, I shifted my focus upward."
The man behind the desk asked,
"You erased his quirk during this?"
"I had been erasing it the entire time," Aizawa replied.
"So what happened?"
Aizawa's tone stayed calm.
"He landed on the roof."
Gun Head folded his arms.
"We all moved toward the exit immediately."
Ectoplasm finished the sequence.
"By the time we reached the outside and looked up…"
Fourth Kind concluded.
"He was gone."
The suited man leaned back slightly.
"Vanished?"
Aizawa nodded.
"He disappeared the moment he left my line of sight."
The man was silent for several seconds.
Then he asked another question.
"And your assessment of his personality?"
Gun Head answered first.
"He's cocky."
Fourth Kind added,
"But disciplined."
Ectoplasm spoke calmly.
"He enjoys provoking opponents. But the behavior serves a tactical function."
Aizawa finished the thought.
"He fights like someone who expects to win."
The suited man adjusted his glasses.
"And his threat level?"
The four heroes exchanged a brief glance.
Fourth Kind spoke first.
"A combat specialist."
Gun Head added,
"Extremely dangerous with weapons."
Ectoplasm followed.
"Highly analytical."
Finally Aizawa spoke.
"He didn't fight seriously."
The suited man looked up sharply.
"You're certain?"
"Yes."
Aizawa crossed his arms again.
"He had multiple opportunities to escalate the fight. He didn't take them."
Silence filled the office.
Finally the suited man stood up slowly.
Rain continued tapping against the windows behind him.
The meeting was clearly over.
The four heroes turned and began walking toward the exit.
As they reached the door, Aizawa stopped for a moment.
Without turning around, he spoke one last time.
"Sir Nighteye."
The man behind the desk looked up.
Aizawa's voice was calm, but serious.
"Red Hood is a dangerous man on the loose."
A brief pause followed.
"We need to contain him…"
He opened the door.
"…before he becomes an even bigger menace."
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"I'll have one miso soup and omu rice." A man with silver hair said as he sat down.
"Coming right up." The young man behind the counter said and started working in the kitchen.
As the young man was bustling around the kitchen, a group of teenagers entered the diner, and they were talking loudly "I'm saying man, I saw Red Hood yesterday."
"You might have seen someone wearing similar mask or a red helmet." One of the boys said with a mocking tone.
"Yeah, how are you stupid enough to believe anyone wearing a red helmet is the Red Hood?" Another boy added, slightly supporting the one who mocked the other.
Hearing their discussion about Red Hood, made the silver haired man perked up. And he started to intently listen to the discussion.
He was interrupted by the young man who placed a tray infront of him and said "There you go, one miso soup and omu rice."
"Thanks." The man thanked him and as he was about to eat his lunch, the young man asked him.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
"Nope. I'm visiting." The replied.
"Tourist then?" The young man asked again.
"You could say that. I'm actually here on business." The silver haired man said.
"Awesome." The young man exclaimed and asked "What type of business? If you don't mind me asking."
The man smiles and said "I don't mind and I'm here to hunt a bird."
"Oh. Bird hunting, never knew it was a business. Well, you do you." Smiling the young man spoke again "Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Renji Todo. Yourself?"
"Edgar Willson. Nice to meet you. So you own the diner?" Edgar asked.
"Yes I do, and you're a foreigner. Cool." Renji smiled. "Welcome to Japan. And I hope your hunt goes well "
"Thanks and I hope so too." Edgar said as he bowed back to Renji.