Kohaku bank, one of the many banks of Musutafu, was having it's usual day. The bank tellers had their tired smiles as they put on a polite act for the customers that come in and out. To the side, the security guards stood leaning beside the wall, batons at the ready for any trouble makers.
The line toiled on as behind the desk, two vault attendants were conversating.
"Dude, did you see the news last night!? Endeavor scorched a whole villan organization with his sidekicks!"
"I know! The streets are getting safer by the day, especially with our number one always on the go!"
"That is true. Though it makes you wonder- does almight have a limit?"
"No way! The guy literally makes tornados with his punches! Because of him, no villian would dare rob a bank!"
As the two chatted on, the bank teller took the next in line. "Good morning sir, welcome to Kohaku bank, how may I help you?"
Mohg mentally prepared himself, the small sigils on his arms and palms ready at a moment's notice, the blood slightly drying by the moment." I am making a withdrawal today."
"All right then, how much are you withdrawing?"
"However much is in the vault." The teller pauses at that. With a subtle shift, the teller bobs his head slightly as his eyes never left Mohg. The security had gotten their signal. "I do apologize, but I can't process that request, could you please clarify?"
It was then that the two guards came by. "All right, all right, what's going on here?" customers began glancing over, some with curiosity and others as if they were about to enjoy a show.
Mohg continued regardless. " As I said: whatever. Is in. The vault." The security guard didn't need to guess anymore.
Pulling out some cuffs, officer one began his approach. "I'm gonna need you to come with me sir. The station will enjoy hearing about this."
Mohg raised his palm towards the officer. The sigil glowed as a small spear, no bigger than a pencil, launched out.
Splurt!
The officer fell, agonized yells bouncing off the walls as the spear pierced his upper thigh. Office two lunged forward, the baton rapidly approaching Mohg's head.
Mohg's hand flash's up as he catches the baton as his other hand grabs the officer's face.
'Scalding flesh.'
The officer screamed as the palm had quickly reached a high temperature. The burning man grabbed Mohg's arm, trying to pry himself free of Mohg's iron grip. He soon fell silent, his arms going limp to his sides. Mohg had let go, revealing the skinless face, blood dripping and the smell of burnt flesh.
The bank goes quite, save for the still wailing security guard. Then pandemonium broke lose. Mothers hold their children tight as people ducked for cover. Some ran for the door, only to be skewered to the floor.
"Now that you know I mean business, the money, preferably now, else," Mohg clenched his palms. The mini spears that had dug into skin glowed red, before explosions erupted around the area. Civilians gasped in horror, the weaker ones bomiotong at the gruesome sight. "-that happens."
The bank staff worked quickly, and in less than ten minutes, Mohg had over 2 million yen. half the job done, Mohg aims at the eastern wall. The people scatter as 5 spears of blood impact the wall before combusting, leaving rubble where once stood a wall.
Mohg makes his escape, knowing he is running low on time. All while the two vault attendants watched on in shock. It wasn't till when the police arrived that one of them spoke.
"… so about what you said when this place wouldn't be robbed."
" not now Ren. Not now."
As Mohg ran to his next destination, the formless mother was giddy with excitement. "That was amazing! The fear, the chaos, the blood ! Oh how vivid it was . I'm deeply satisfied with your performance Mohggy!"
"Don't call me that. And this was only the beginning. So long as you don't make trouble for me, the blood will flow in rivers."
a police car appeared around a corner up ahead, blocking the road as four cops with guns stepped out. 'That's not good.' Mohg lowers himself as he ran, zigzagging as he approached. The bullets flew past, one hitting his arm, causing a hiss pain from Mohg. But he didn't stop, as slowing down meant getting caught.
Mini blood spears fly out, each hitting either the Gun hand or the chest of an officer. Their firepower temporarily immobilized, Mohg vaulted over the hood, drop kicking a female officer in the process. Two slashes of blood escape his fingertips, popping the tires as he sprinted away.
Mohg ran for about five more miles before he made it. In front of him, a building that smelt like antiseptic stood tall, with a Red Cross large enough to see. Beside it, a sign red: 'Blood drive here. Sugar cookies included!'
"Here we go. A blood bank, just waiting for me, Mohg!" He began his approach to claim his prize.
" Hold it right there, villan scum!" Mohg turned and saw a man. He had a square head that made his already tough build seem more intimidating. He wore a headband and massive wristband's all with black and yellow caution patterns, and a blue open shirt. The man took a boxing stance as he said. "People like you make me sick. But don't worry, the prison system will build you into a better person."
The pro hero death arms had arrived on the scene.