I OWN NOTHING

I'm writing this new story because I really need something uplifting, and the fact I'm a huge Yakuza fan. Project JUDGE (JUDGE EYES) has me hyped.

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"Target's in sight, following closely."

"Kid, can't tell if you're ballsy or just plain number in the head than my ass right about now."

In the middle of the streets of Tokyo, a simple, even plain looking man walked forward. He had a messy head of ruffled green hair, green eyes, and freckles. He wore an unzipped, black aviator jacket with an untucked olive-green button-up shirt underneath. With a pair of worn out jeans, a chain on his right hip keeping his wallet in place, and white sneakers he looked like a regular dude.

Not entirely handsome, but not bad looking either. He appeared to be physically fit as he walked through an alleyway after a man in a black suit. As he followed the man, he noticed black sparks of energy flying out of both of his palms. It made him alert and nervous but swallowing that fear he didn't lose sight of the suited individual. Putting a hand to the hidden ear-piece he had, he replied.

"Remain where you are, please." He said and kneeled behind a trash can. "Also, worry not, Kurosawa-san. From what I could gather, his Quirk's not that threatening."

"Doesn't mean it'd be less of a pain in the ass for me to file if you got blown off. Think of your mama before sticking your dick where no man would jizz in."

Sighing deeply, the freckled man held back a grunt, "Please, no need for those Kurosawa Quips."

Peeking from the side of the garbage container, he observed his target carefully. Slicked back black hair, a sharp nose, sharp eyes, and even sharper teeth which were filed to look like fangs. Rectangular face, about six-foot two-inches tall, and with a slim – rather skinny – body built. Even walking he oozed violence and made a couple passing by step out of his way, before he roared and made them run.

"Was that our friend being all sunshine?" Kurosawa asked on the other end of the line.

"Yeah..." the green-head replied, "It seems my theory was right, he's going to the bar."

"Be careful, Midoriya. He may bark a lot, but he sure as Hell can bite."

Following Kurosawa's advice, the green-haired young man walked to a bar's door. It was in a simple alley wide enough for only a bike to go through. Wooden door, and a simple interior with stools, a counter, four eyes set on him, and dozens of bottles. Keeping as neutral a look as he could muster facing a Quirk user, the freckled man sat away from his target and looked at the menu.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked calmly.

Looking to his side, Midoriya answered, "Today's special with water."

The suited man from before tensed up slightly, then looked to the side, "Hey, barkeep, I'm gonna take a breath of fresh air and a smoke." Nodding behind the counter, the bartender went to do his business. Midoriya waited patiently, a minute passed before he walked after the suited man. He made sure to keep his hands in his pants pockets.

"Got you and him on sight, Midoriya." He heard Kurosawa say into his earpiece.

Outside the door, at the other end of the alley, was the suited man smoking calmly, his eyes examining Midoriya, "Never seen ya around, slim." He growled deeply, pulling his cancer stick from his lips to let out its burn contents with a scowl, "You a virgin? Because I ain't seen your face around."

"I'm...serious about the merchandise..." Midoriya was a naturally nervous person, but determination pushed him forward.

Perhaps it made his act seem believable as a first time costumer, but the suited man was mad, "Kiddin' me, ain't ya!? You some reporter?" he grabbed the young man by the lapels, and promptly threw him at the wall, where he proceeded to use an arm to choke him against it, "Here's the news? Better not pull my leg before I break both of yours!"

Groaning through a crushed trachea, Midoriya answered, "I-I swear...it's my first buy, I need it..." he gasped once he was let go.

"Yeah, no, I can smell myself a rat..." he growled and threw Midoriya into a deeper part of the alley, making him roll on the floor. Grinning, the man cracked his knuckles, black sparks flying off them, "Now it's just you, me, the dead end behind you, and the one in your future."

Breathing deeply, Midoriya got up with both hands on his legs, "Got it..." he sighed and held up a small handgun, a pocket-sized 9mm.

"Wha-Where'd you get that!?" the man asked, patting his suit.

Midoriya examined it quickly, "Glock, numbers have been scratched with a file... Definitely illegally acquired, but..." he took out the magazine, watching as the bullets were infused with the same dark sparks which the suited man had, "Yes, the negative energy is here." He smiled and put the magazine back in before hiding the gun in his jacket, pulling out a badge later.

"D-Damn, you're a copper!?" the man yelped.

"Nikkyo Keiji, for possession of illegal guns, infusing said guns with your Quirk, and selling them, you are under arrest." Midoriya said with a sterner look on his face.

"Kid, he's not gonna make it easy!" Kurosawa barked.

"I know, get here quick." He whispered while Keiji snapped.

"You fuckin' kiddin' me!?" the suited man smashed his fists together, creating a shockwave that pushed the air away from his hands in a foot radius, "Fine, I'll beat ya to a pulp and take the evidence! Ever thought of that one!?" he shouted and raced with his fists up in a sloppy position.

Putting his badge back in its place, Midoriya watched the villain charge, and immediately grabbed his arms. In one swift motion, he used the criminal's momentum and spun him around, making him smash against the wall face-first. If the guy wasn't furious before, he was utterly livid as he turned around to face the young officer. Only to see him take a practiced and experienced stance.

"Nikkyo Keiji, for attempting to attack an officer I am allowed under the new law system to take action against Quirk users!" he put up both fists, bent his knees, and kept his legs spread with each foot placed under his shoulders. Putting his left fist slightly forward and keeping the right near his heart, he faced his enemy while sliding his left foot slightly forward.

"Like I care!" the criminal snarled, pushing himself off the wall, "Quirkless cops like you are twigs to break!"

"I'm Midoriya Izuku of Division Zero." The young man said, eyes ablaze with his will, "Our duty's to find criminals abusing their powers. I'm not letting you get away."

MIDORIYA IZUKU

TOKYO POLICE DEPARTMENT

DIVISION ZERO DETECTIVE

As Keiji got up with murder in his eyes, Kurosawa barked into Izuku's earpiece, "Kid, told you not to do anything stupid! Tsk, looks like you'll be on your own for a while." The criminal walked to Izuku, and Kurosawa had some tips, "Division Zero trained you to deal with this kinda enemies. Keep dodging his attacks with what you've been taught!"

Reacting once the arms dealer rushed with a fist reared back for a sloppy punch, Izuku dashed to the side, leaning his body away. Stepping behind him, he kept his guard. Angrier, Keiji spun around for a wicked and hard backhanded punch, which the young detective ducked under before practically gliding away from him. Even more furious, the thug kicked him, but Midoriya twirled around his leg like a dancer.

"Damn fuck, stop runnin'!" the angry weapons salesman snapped.

Kurosawa had some more advice, "How're you faring? Chump's a brute, right? Then strike fast before you hit hard!"

Doing what the older man said, Midoriya watched as Keiji rushed at him once again for a wide hook. Instead of avoiding it, he stepped in and threw five lightning fast punches to his gut. They weren't heavy or very powerful, but they stunned him by targeting sensitive spots. Leaving him dazed was enough for Izuku to punch him right on the face, kick him on the right side of the head, and jump to spin in the air.

Stunned, Keiji looked up to see the airborne officer lifting his right foot over his head before it fell on his skull. Using the momentum of his fall and spinning combined, it made the criminal flip in the air and kiss the hard-concrete floor. Midoriya didn't lower his guard, though. Dashing backwards, he saw the man's arms sparkled with black energy before punching the ground, creating shockwaves.

"Fuckin'...kill you, copper!" Keiji roared and got up, arms at his sides.

"Punk's still up?" Kurosawa asked, "No problem, use your environment. It's what you should always do when dealing with Quirk users. Surprise him and make him eat his own ass!"

Kurosawa's advice came in handy when Keiji smashed a fist on the ground, creating a shockwave that cracked the ground. Said crack was aimed at Izuku, who dashed to the side, jumped to a wall, and kicked it. By doing so, he launched himself at the surprised gun seller. Gaping, Keiji's mouth was left open for Midoriya's white sneaker to the side of his face, allowing his foot to rattle some teeth loose.

Back-pedaling, Keiji took some time to stumble with a hand on his sore face, "Die already, punkass bitch!" he ran straight at Izuku with a barrage of punches.

Guarding himself swiftly, Izuku brought up his right arm to stop a swing, using the same move to shove back the arm. Baring his teeth, Keiji tried the same with the push's force to spin and backhand him again. The young detective stepped forward in response, and rammed into him with his side, shoulder and elbow. Thus, Keiji was shoved face-first on the floor while Izuku returned to his guard.

"Give him Hell, kid!" Kurosawa's next words resonated with Izuku's soul, "Feel the Heat!"

Power surged through Izuku's body as he saw the criminal about to stand up. It was time to end it. Once the insane with rage black market merchant turned to him, he ran straight at him. Midoriya replied by sliding to him before kneeing him on the gut. It made Keiji stagger back, allowing Izuku to use his legs to his heart's content.

Kicking his side with his right, pulling back that leg without the foot touching the ground, and then kicking his head was true mastered skill. Once he lowered his foot, he spun around, turning his back to Keiji slightly. Extending his left leg backwards, he sent him crashing against the wall, which had him stumbled forward. And to finish it off, he slammed his right heel on Keiji's knee.

After a strangled cry of pain, the suited man fell flat on his face, and Izuku took a time to breath, "Please, give up." He said, not once lowering his guard, "Division Zero trains everyone, Quirkless or not, to challenge Quirk users. If you keep going, I may have to use more force..." he tried to sound soft but sweated slightly as Keiji forced himself on his knees.

"Like...I'd fall here...to a mere...pig..." he groaned and glared at Izuku, "I ain't a squealer, copper... I'd kill my dumb ass before..." he took a pause, and immediately pulled out a gun, "I let a bitch like you get the best of me!" he surprised Izuku, who tensed his body ready to react, putting his hands closer to his body in a defensive stance, "Die, you little *BANG!* SHIT!"

Before he could fire another illegal gun, Keiji noticed too late a bullet hole on his hand. Forced to drop the gun and fall to his knees, he tried to nurse his bleeding hand. Izuku looked up with wide eyes as more cops arrived. All of them were following none other than Kurosawa, a rather intimidating figure regardless of who you were or what you did. Easily frightening people was a given since he was six-foot-five.

Built like a heavyweight boxer, the man wore a cheap gray suit with a white shirt, a blue tie, and a black trench coat. Adding to that a pair of black leather gloves, and he looked like a professional hitman. However, he was a Quirk user, and an odd one at that. His head was a rabbit's, with snow white fur and the ears adding an extra foot of height. To further clash themes, he had an eyepatch on his left eye.

Holstering his revolver after blowing the smoke off the barrel, he turned to Izuku, easily towering over the average-sized Japanese, "Shit, told you to not try anything stupid." The rabbit man said with a deep growl, a voice with a grizzled macho bass to it that would've made anyone piss themselves if he weren't a forty-two years old half-bunny man.

KUROSAWA ICHIRO

DIVISION ZERO CAPTAIN

"Sorry, I had the evidence and he was obviously going to try worse." Izuku said as two everyday officers handcuffed the man.

"Paperwork's going to be a bitch, kid." Kurosawa spat on the ground, "We're supposed to look after these criminals, yes. But we still need heroes' help." Rubbing the back of his head meekly, he sighed when Izuku looked down, "At least, you managed to catch our guy, but don't think I'm praising you." He narrowed his only eye, "Become a pain in my ass, and you'll be spitting my shoe polish once my foot is in your ass."

"Yessir." Izuku said firmly but stiffly, his captain wasn't a guy to take lightly despite his ridiculous appearance. All that muscle wasn't for show. "Here's the evidence." He handed him the gun and the bunny man just nodded as he put it in a plastic bag. Glaring with his only eye at the boy, he reminded him who was the boss.

"Now go do your job." His boss growled, and after a quick salute Izuku left.

XXXXXX

"P-please Kami-sama h-help me…HELP ME!"

A fat obese pig of a man was crawling away weakly, his legs reduced to stumps of nothing but savaged meat. As he weakly made his way to a door frame, a huge butcher knife landed in his spine, twisted by a petite girl who was wearing a school girl uniform. It was a standard sailor uniform with a blue skirt and a red scarf, but with a cream-colored sweater on top. Then, tan skin, brown hair, and purple eyes melted away.

An utterly joyous young woman appeared. She had blonde hair worn in two buns, possessed gleeful yellow eyes, slit pupils, a mouth set with sharp canines, a decently sized rack, toned legs, and a rounded caboose. She wore the same school girl uniform sized up to her more modest frame. She looked behind her at a quivering pair of actual school girls, one of them looking like her exact former appearance.

"Yuki-chan, Rin-chan, just stay there for a half second, kay~?" she asked them, their expressions dumbfounded by her twisting the butcher knife through her victim's spine. Then, she ripped it up one vertebrae at a time. The man's screams were music to her insane ears, and she was outright riding his back as she cut her way through it.

"Sssshush…ssshush…no more tears, only dreams now Oji-san." She said once his screams had broken off into pathetic whimpers and sobs. Cheerfully pulling out a second knife, this one she ripped through his head, she sawed out his skull and ended his final protests. One saw, two saws, three saws, and out popped his brain in a wet plop. She got off his twitching body, flicked her knives free of blood and approached the girls.

"Ugh..." they were understandably sick.

"You two…I suggest you don't buy into what creepy weirdoes tell you nowadays about missions and border crossing, okay~?" She grabbed their tongues, touching them and taking a brand off them.

"W-who are you!? Why…why did you save us?!" The tan skinned girl asked her, disgusted but also relieved by their unexpected rescue.

The blonde-haired woman, storing her knives into a pair of holsters on her hips, paused while the purple haired girl with the massive fun bags got up, looking at her in cold shock, "Why indeed… Why save us? You had no reason to protect us."

"Why~? 'Cos evil scumbags are the most fun to kill~! They beg in really fun ways, heroes aren't as fun to kill. They just shout about honor or vengeance, or protecting the innocent, bleh. Snoresville. Villains will weep, cry, pray to gods they don't even believe in, even piss and shit themselves~! It's hilarious! Hunting the wicked feels so much more fun than hunting the good guys!"

She said cheerfully, smiling with a huge blush on her face as she began painting the walls with the blood of her victim. To say she had screws loose was selling it lightly.

"What are you!?" The tan skinned girl asked, making the blonde woman slowly tilt her head back, her smile growing massively.

"I'm the thing that hides under your bed at night~! Run along now, little heroines, your dark and depressing story ended before it truly began, didn't it? Be off now~! I'll see to things here, buh-bye~!"

The purple haired one picked up a katana that had been laid on her side, while the tan skinned one grabbed a pair of guns. They warily watched her work, leaving silently. They'd deal with her if they faced again, to fight her now would betray the gratitude they both felt for their rescue. She smiled massively, ignoring the room past them full of various men she violently slaughtered. Their genitals the most savaged of all.

She finished her work, smiling hugely at what she had created, "What the fuck!?" a man shouted over her reading what she wrote aloud, clapping her hands happily. Several men in dark suits, shades, and armed to the teeth with katanas appeared, "L-Lock the place and don't let this psycho out!"

Giggling into her bloodied hands, she eyed them with a blush, "So serious~! Good, good~! I didn't have enough fun!" she aimed her knife at them, grinning like a lovestruck teenager.

"Damn woman, she's got a screw loose, kill her if needed!" one shouted as he slipped a pair of spiked brass knuckles into his hands.

Crouching into a practiced stance that came from many battles rather than discipline, she grinned wider, "Let's kick it up a notch, boys~!"

One of the swordsmen rushed at her, lifting his katana over his head to swing it down. Sidestepping the charge, the blonde dashed forward and stabbed him in the gut, merrily grinning as the blade popped out the man's back. He grunted and cried in pain as she kept walking forward, shaking the knife deep in his gut before pulling it out. With a groan, the swordsman's eyes rolled backwards as his face hit the floor.

The others stepped back in fear, shaking while she admired the blood in her blade, "Don't step down, morons! It's one of her, five of us!" the leader said and charged.

Giggling, she watched the men surround her, three running, "Yay~! This is getting fun~!" she jumped at the nearest, swinging her knife. He blocked, but her knee found its way to his gut. Making him bend over and stumble back breathlessly, she swung her knife in an upward, diagonal slice. The man's chest was cut open nastily with blood spraying everywhere.

As the other two tried to cut her down, the blonde flipped backwards, dodging their blades which cut their comrade's arms off. Smiling wider with a larger blush, the dual-bun haired girl spun around. To the naked eye, she was twirling in place on top of one shoe's tip like a ballerina. To the observers, she was showing great skill as she slashed the men's sides and backs, cutting deeply with her ridiculously sharp knife.

The fourth and final guy jumped at her, but the girl rolled backwards under his legs, briefly giving anyone paying even more attention a flash of her red frilly panties. Once the man's blade hit the floor, she was on her back with the most sadistic smile ever. She lied spread on the floor, her hand holding her blade, and a good view of the man's ankles from behind.

"Shi-AAAAAH! Fuck!" the man screamed as the blonde cut above his heels, completely slicing his tendons.

"Stay still!" the leader shouted, holding a fist up to smash down on her.

However, she had one thing in mind when seeing the blood spraying out of the new cuts, "Oh, I need more!" she kicked upwards, twirling her legs in an acrobatic display that break-dancers would envy. She managed to use the move to kick the puncher's face to flip back on her feet, over the fallen and still breathing man's body. "Let's see your spine tingle~!"

Jumping up with both hands holding the knife, she raised it over her head before sinking it on the man's back, striking his heart while her feet stomped on both sides of his body, "Oh shit..." the remaining man felt the cold sweat of fear dripping down his brow at seeing such a young woman murder his partners so casually and gleefully.

"Eat this!" she shouted, throwing her knife in the air before she jumped up, twirled her body, and kicked the pummel to send it straight to the man's throat! Her landing on her side showed she made the move right on the spot. In the end, she got up, turning around with a demented giggle, "Time to go~!" and with that, the psychotic murderess left behind yet another crime scene that the cops would pour over.

XXXXXX

After a five-minute walk, he was back to the busy streets of Tokyo. People flooded the place as usual while he watched the area he was assigned to. Being a member of Division Zero meant he was to keep watch, every area within the city were under their jurisdiction, and that he had to keep a low profile. Division Zero wasn't for anyone. If his fighting skills didn't show it, they faced death to earn their paycheck.

Of course, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. Looking at the busy streets of a red-light district, a small smile appeared on his face. He wasn't a hero, but he would do anything to be as much as one as he could due to what he loved. Perhaps it was settling for second best, but if truth had to be told, he was given a chance and he wasn't going to spit at opportunity's face when it knocked at his door.

Suddenly, his phone went off, "Huh...? Kurosawa-san?" he picked up, "Midoriya here."

"Got another case for you, kid. Stop patrolling and come to the direction I'm sending you." He hung up.

Izuku looked at the text he received soon after and arched a brow, "Odd, he was rather direct instead of using his quips..." he tried not to think on it, but as a detective such a thing nibbled the back of his mind in a subtle attempt to look for an answer. "Guess I'll see once I get there." With that, he made his way forward.

"Stop that thief!"

Only for everything to do a 180-degrees spin.

Turning, the young detective gaped at what he was seeing. A half-nude man in his red briefs, fishnet stockings, red heels, and panties on his face like a luchador's mask stood on top of a lamppost with his arms crossed. He a giant smile under the stolen piece of female underwear. It was obvious what kind of person he was. Most shockingly, he somehow managed to flip to another lamppost despite being of average built.

A schoolgirl tried to reach him, but the man laughed in a deep, pompous voice, "Aha~! Aha~ha~ha~!" And he did so while showing some ridiculous skills by twirling around like a circus performer. "It is another of many to come great victories for I, Panty Ace! Aha~ha~ha~!" Jumping to the next lamppost, he was ready to make a mad dash to get out of the busy streets, "So long, everyone! Aha~ha-hah!?"

And his foot slipped on the next lamppost due to him laughing too hard. Every bystander watched in embarrassment as he crashed hard on his back. Dazed but not out, he still got up and grunted. Izuku blinked for a couple seconds rather owlishly. He wanted to make sense of the situation, but the random schoolgirl at his side made him remember something important.

"Police, heroes, anyone, stop that perv!" she cried, which made the panty thief laugh and cross his arms.

"Fool! Foolishly foolish girl! Aha~ha~ha~!" then he put his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest, "My energy is unstoppable with the right panties powering me! I am the future king of all used underwear of all the fair maidens of the world!" he punched the air dramatically for a pose, "For I am Panty Ace! Aha~ha~ha~!"

"Enough..." Izuku turned to the man with a serious expression.

"Oh my, a hero?" Panty Ace chortled, "Ah, forgive me if I laugh soon, but you shall never stop my power and hunger for this delicious smell on my face!"

Groaning, Izuku closed his eyes like a strangled puppy, "I...I am really doing this..."

"Oh? Trying to deny facing the master of underwear theft?" the man was amused.

"Sir, I am a police officer, assaulting me won't end good for you." Izuku said, tensing his body.

"Foolishly foolish utter fool!" the Panty Ace roared in laughter, hands on his hips as he threw his head back, laughing more insanely which gathered the confused attention of others and made parents block their children's eyes, "I shall not be beaten by a mere man who prefers boxers over the snug comfort of briefs!"

Izuku took a step back from the shock, "H-How'd you know I wear boxers!?"

"It's on your face, fool! Aha~ha~ha~!" Panty Ace laughed again.

The schoolgirl grew mad, "Oi, don't mock Mr. Officer for having better taste!"

"Oh my!" Panty Ace said with an amused smirk of cruelty and mischief, "Some hero, being defended by who he's supposed to protect!"

"It doesn't change the fact boxers are better than briefs!" the girl exclaimed, "Show him, Mr. Officer!"

Izuku looked up at the sky, "What am I doing with my life?"

"So, your boxers mean that little to you? I knew no man with second-rate taste could beat me!" Panty Ace taunted him.

Izuku groaned, "I'm still going to stop you, sir." He took his stance and eyed his opponent.

"Very well then!" Panty Ace screamed in joy, then struck a pose with one knee up and both arms raised in a Y-form like he was drunkenly ripping off kung-fu flicks, "I shall teach you the forbidden arts of those who hunger for fine panties! Aha~ha~ha~! Come here, my dear allies!"

Immediately, more men dressed the same as him but with different colored briefs appeared, "Panty Clover!" said one wearing blue, taking a boxing stance, "Panty Club!" said one with a yellow set of underwear as he raised a leg, "Panty Spade!" one with green briefs roared while hefting a baseball bat on his shoulder, "And Panty Heart!" a fifth with pink undergarments crowed while whirling nunchakus.

Panty Ace laughed, "And together we are..." his friends struck poses beside him, yelling in unison, "The Panty Raiders!"

Izuku sighed, "Tokyo just keeps getting weirder..."

People crowded around them, some clapping to cheer the police officer while others just watched in interest. As they did, another tutorial appeared as Izuku remembered some of Kurosawa's words, "Ever find you are facing too many dudes? Grab the nearest one and use your locks to break bones and fling them around. Feel free to bust their noses with your knees too."

Izuku started walking back, circling the Panty Raiders. Panty Clover raced at him, followed by Panty Club. The first threw two fast punches which Izuku took as his cue. Grabbing his arm, the young officer twisted it, bending it back as he spun around him to duck the other. Moving quicker, he bent the arm the other way and put him in a lock, the half-nude man was bent over with his arm straightened in the detective's grip.

Applying pressure with an elbow on the guy's back, he looked at the other Raiders, "Give it a rest, please..." he asked slightly nervously.

"You're mine!" Panty Club shouted as he ran forward for a flying kick. Responding with a knee strike to Panty Clover's face to stun him, the green-head spun around and used his arm-lock to flip him at the other Raider. The result was a mangled duo on the floor, rolling on the ground in pain while groaning.

Spade came soon after, his bat above his head, "Panty Bash!" he declared while Izuku brought up both arms, crossing them over his face. He clashed his arms against his opponent's, an old technique to stop sword wielders without weapons. Grabbing his wrists, he pulled the Raider forward and flipped him, making him hit the ground hard on his back.

Knowing two were left, Izuku grabbed the man's bat and was glad he did, "Wa-cha!" Panty Heart yelled, followed by his leader as he twirled his nunchakus around his body then swung them at him. Izuku brought the bat up quickly and blocked the strike. Heart started wailing on him, spinning around while swinging his weapon until the detective saw an opening.

"You are mine now, utter fool!" Ace roared and launched himself for a deadly kick with his high-heels.

"Y-Yow!" Izuku yelped as he threw his body back, dodging the strike only for Heart to sneak behind him and try to choke him with his nunchakus.

"Give up, say uncle!" he laughed as Izuku started to lose oxygen.

Getting a desperate idea due to the lack of air, he remembered a simple trick he learned at the police academy. He swung his hips to the side, leaving his attacker's groin exposed for him to immediately swing one fist at it like a hammer on a pair of grapes. A decent analogy as Heart squeaked and let him go. Izuku still acted on instinct, thus he elbowed him on the face.

Ace saw his men on the ground, unable to fight back, "Grr, an utter fool with skills, but utterly foolish nonetheless!" as if he was a toy, his ankles split in two, revealing springs connecting the top and lower halves. Izuku had barely recovered his breath when the guy jumped high into the air, then aimed both heels at his face.

Rolling out of the way, he got up and saw Ace stand up again, "W-Wow...that kinda Quirk could've been useful for hero work... High-jumping and mobility like that, not to mention resisting falls far better than any other person with those springs absorbing the fall could-"

Ace broke character, a brow raised as Izuku got lost analyzing his Spring Quirk, "Oh, hello, can you remember I am awesome and fighting you?" yet he remained as pompous as ever.

Blushing, Izuku was back to reality, "S-Sorry, I kinda get lost seeing cool Quirks... Force of habit since I was a kid."

Ace posed, hands on his hips, "Yes, I am the Master of Awesome, Panty Ace! Aha~ha~ha~!" there was a pause as he finished laughing, "We're still beating each other up, right?"

"Y-Yeah, pretty much." Izuku said as the man crouched, his springs ready.

Izuku ducked under the strike as Ace got more aggressive, lashing at him with lightning fast kicks which started to dent his bat, "Aha~ha~ha~! This is great! Are you sure you're a cop!? Such an utterly foolishly foolish fool like you can't be a hero, right?" he started skipping on the floor with whatever leg he wasn't kicking away with. "Is it because you have no Quirk like my allies? That is utterly-"

Side-stepping a dramatic jump for a kick to his face that would've broken his guard, the cop brought up the bat and smashed the panty thief's legs behind the knees. Heart exclaimed in shock and pain as he flew in the air for a second and landed hard on his knees in the seiza position. Izuku didn't finish and held up the bat, even bringing up his left knee.

"Whatever it is, this is my path." He said, and swung like a professional batman, making Ace roll hard on the ground to join his allies in unconsciousness. Reaching for his phone, he was quick to move his thumb to dial the right number as he walked forward.

"Hmm, Izuku-chan~?" asked a sleepy female voice.

"Sorry to wake you, Yoru-san. Can you get some officers at my current location?" he said calmly while the thieves slept.

"Yeah, mmm~ I can do that..." she yawned but Izuku had a small smile.

"Thank you, sweet dreams." He hung up, 'Alright, these guys shouldn't cause too much trouble. Better head to where Kurosawa-san wants me to be at.'

"Mr. Officer, you were so cool!" the high school girl from before gushed out with a starry look on her face.

"Uh...thanks." he blushed, he wasn't really used to being praised.

"Still, such pervs, stealing my panties like that and calling me a maid."

Izuku's brain stopped, "Excuse me?"

The 'girl' giggled, "Oh well, they were fools who believed boxers weren't the ultimate underwear. I still like panties, though." The effeminate crossdresser giggled again, "Say, officer, if you ever need a reward, I am into older men." The 'maiden' winked and turned with a skip on her step, her skirt blowing to show some boxers and the stolen underwear retrieved.

Izuku gaped, same as the Panty Raiders, "I...I made a mistake!?" Ace yelped, tears falling down his round, bald face... "I...I have no reason...to go on living..."

"Hmm..." Heart hummed in thought, "Actually, those panties had a nice-"

"Please, stop talking." Izuku said as he saw the cops arrive to take them away. Once they were gone, he looked at the ground, clenching his jaw, "This didn't happen... I never saw this or was part of it... I was at my mom's, eating her delicious omelets..."

Tokyo being part of Japan meant that life was going to be weird no matter what.

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And that's my rap!

I've been mulling over the idea of how to apply Izuku as a kung-fu fighter here... and the idea came when watching the gameplay trailer for Judge Eyes. Thank you, Ryu Ga Gotoku team. Now I'll leave you with some bios, my beta's notes, and my own brand of ridiculous situations. Also, the cameos you saw here were my beta's idea. I wouldn't recommend their source material, be warned.

Also, yes, I'm taking a big page from the Yakuza games and making everything as ridiculous as needed for a good laugh as you've seen with the Panty Raiders. Do not judge me, I always write what I want for fun. And if you'd like to help as a beta-writer, I'm open for anyone willing to lend a hand.

MIDORIYA IZUKU:

Age: 27

Occupation: Division Zero officer.

Background: Unable to join UA, Midoriya didn't really give up. Opportunity called when he remembered a friendly if saddening reminder cops always helped others. Luckily for him, Division Zero had started as soon as he entered the police academy. After rigorous training under Kurosawa Ichiro's harsh regime, Midoriya proved he had the will to be a hero and the inner fortitude to back that up. He became Ichiro's first and so far best officer. The captain has high hopes for the young man who far exceeded his expectations, but when rumors began of ruthless killing, Midoriya finds himself in a web of chaos.

KUROSAWA ICHIRO

Age: 42

Occupation: Division Zero captain

Background: Founder and immediate captain of this division, Kurosawa handpicked the best and personally trained them to take on tasks no normal cops could. In order to make police officers as respected as the days of old if not more, he created a special division to tackle Quirk users abusing their powers. Accepting everyone and using his personal fighting style which combines martial arts from China and Japan, he is just as feared and respected by all his men. He is also a big fan of cold noodles and despises carrots. It is also unknown why he lost his eye, but questions prove useful only to anger him.

And now, my best friend:

Beta's notes: Heyo gang! It's me, The Lord Of Pages again. My bro from another mother requested some help in getting him to figure out what the pairing for this fic should be and how to introduce her. I chose Himiko Toga to have a bit of a hero cop chasing a serial murderer villain type story. And if you've got a keen eye, then yes, those two were who you thought they were and yes Himiko basically saved them from a fate worse than death. Odds are high they were just a one scene cameo, so don't expect them to ever appear again, that all said I was very happy to write this out for my big bro. And we hope you enjoy this new idea from our twisted minds.

Swordslinger out!