If mohg could use one word to describe the city, it would be.. bright. All around him he could see lights, many being advertisements, and others just late night office runs. Mohg traversed the sidewalk between the tired salarymen making their way home. Some gave him wary looks, while others (majority seemingly altered like him, he noted) gave pitying looks-that might have been due to the fact that his clothes were more rags than anything, but that's a worry for another time.
'Oh, scratch that, seems like my problems are gonna solve themselves.' Mohg hid the growing smirk on his lips as he noticed that someone had been following him for over half an hour. The stalker wore a grey hoodie with matching sweatpants, the hood pulled up to only show the rim of a cap as his head was tilted down.
Mohg pretended as though nothing was wrong, walking through the city, mapping out his surroundings mentally, the hooded figure 10 paces away always.
'Alright, since your so committed, I'll humor you.' With a sudden turn, Mohg walked into a less crowded alley way. This must have been what the stalker wanted, as the pursuer sped up to catch up with Mohg.
"Sorry to bother you, stranger, but I just need to ask you a favor." The man placed his hand on Mohg's shoulder as he 'kindly' asked.
"And what would that be, per chance?"
The man's voice took on a more sinister tone, his pocketed hand revealing a knife. "You lay down your life and make the world a better place, you mutant!" With a fierce jab, the knife was shoved toward mohg, the point aiming for his arm.
It was all too easy. Strike the arms and legs to make them useless, and take his time in ridding the world of a pox on life. The plan was simple enough. Yet he the assaulter had chosen the wrong first target.
Mohg shifted his weight, the sharp blade missing its mark. The hooded man stumbled, his balance broken as he had swung to hard. Mohg clenched his fist, and with a swift right hook, the man is staggered at the sudden pain that hits him.
Mohg was just getting started. A jab from the left. Cross to the face. Uppercut to the jaw. Before the would be murderer knew it, he was getting pummeled left and right. The man raised his arms in an attempt to block.
Mohg struck straight through, the power from twisting his torso breaking the fragile defense. Breathing heavily from accumulating bruises, the hooded man decides Mohg is not worth the trouble. The man tosses the knife towards Mohg, who moves to dodge.
The stalker runs in the opposite direction, seeking to get the public on his side. He could see the news paper already: deranged mutant arrested for violent assault. A shadow soon covered his vison. Confused, the man looked up, only for his head to be smashed into the concrete, knocking him out. Mohg drags the man deeper into the alley, both disappearing from the close proximity of the public eye.
" hear you go sonny, these should help you out. If you ever need anything else, you know where to find me." An elderly woman with bifocals smiled from behind her desk as she watched the strange young man take the first steps in learning how to read.
Mohg gave a quick thank you before setting into one of the library's many seats. He adjusted his new grey hoodie before memorizing the Japanese characters. 'Gonna have to hit the showers later. Don't need the cops getting a whiff of iron on me.'
The next 3 months passed in academic action. The librarian helped here and there when she wasn't sorting the books or helping another person. Mohg's reading prowess had hit a decent level, with a few mix ups here and there. He had also learnt a lot about this world.
For starters, quirks are genetic differences that emerged over time, with 80% of the world having one. Another was that the profession of hero's had emerged when that same power inevitably got to some people's heads. The only thing was that that they needed a license to weird their powers(which was stupid in Mohg's opinion.)
The most important was that Musutafu also had a lot of banks, some of which were blood banks. And tomorrow , the local bank was about to have a special withdrawal being made.