MHA: Akatsuki

Satoshi stepped out of the exam room, exhaling softly as he stretched his arms. The written test was finally over, and as expected, it wasn't difficult. He already knew he passed. Now, there was only one thing left to do—go home.

For a brief moment, he considered waiting for Izuku. "He still has the practical exam…" But then he shook his head. "Knowing him, he'll probably overthink everything and take forever."

With that thought, he turned toward the exit and started walking home.

As he walked through the streets, his mind wandered to his next steps. The rumors about another Akatsuki member were spreading.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard raised voices ahead. A woman was scolding her child near the entrance of a small shop.

"I told you! We're going home, now!" the mother snapped.

"But I wanna stay outside a little longer!" the little girl protested, her tiny hands gripping the edge of the store's display shelf.

The mother sighed in frustration before lowering her voice to something more menacing. "If you don't listen, a villain will come and take you away."

The girl froze, her eyes wide with fear, and then—

"N-No, they won't!" she cried. "The heroes and the Evil Angel will stop the villains!"

Satoshi's steps slowed as he glanced at them, curious.

The mother stiffened at her daughter's words, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she shook her head. "Just stay inside, okay?" she said, her tone softer but firm. "Heroes can't save everyone… and the Evil Angel is just a myth. She doesn't exist."

The little girl's face scrunched up in frustration. "That's not true! I saw her being talked about on TV! She's real!"

The mother sighed, taking her daughter's hand and pulling her away. Satoshi watched as they disappeared around the corner, leaving him standing there in thought.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he continued walking, his hands in his pockets as he mulled over the mother's words.

"The Evil Angel isn't real."

Even after all Konan had done—there were still people who doubted her existence. Some believed it was just a rumor, a fabricated story meant to stir fear. Others dismissed it entirely, calling it government propaganda.

"That works in our favor," Satoshi thought, his gaze drifting toward the darkening sky. "As long as people don't fully believe in Akatsuki, we can still move in the shadows without too much trouble."

But then… a new thought crept into his mind.

"What if… Akatsuki became fully recognized?"

His steps slowed slightly.

If people truly acknowledged Akatsuki—not just as a rumor, but as an undeniable force—what would happen? Would his system respond to that recognition?

After all, wasn't that technically an achievement for Akatsuki?

"Would I be able to get more members?"

The idea sent a strange thrill through him. Up until now, he had only been able to get help from Konan. But if Akatsuki's influence grew, that would be a different story, right?

Would he be able to bring another Akatsuki member into this world?

As Satoshi reached his house, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. The familiar silence of the house greeted him, giving him space to think without distractions.

He had made up his mind.

If Akatsuki could gain another member—one strong enough to tip the scales—it would justify the trouble they would face. The increased attention, the rising hostility from heroes and villains alike… it would all be manageable if he had the right person fighting alongside him.

With that thought, he flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

But at the same time, if he didn't go through with his thoughts...

How many more villains did they need to eliminate before another Akatsuki member would appear? He had no way of knowing exactly how the system worked, but if recognition and achievements mattered, then small-time criminals wouldn't be enough anymore.

They would need to start targeting bigger names—ones that actually had influence in the underground world. And possibly…

Corrupt heroes.

The thought lingered in his mind.

Not all heroes were righteous. He had seen the news, heard the rumors. There were pro heroes who abused their status, some who turned a blind eye to crimes for the right price. If they really wanted to shake the system, then taking down villains wasn't enough. They had to purge the corruption, too.

But there was one major problem.

"We're too weak right now."

Even if he had Konan, they weren't at their peak.

Konan's current body wasn't as strong as her old one. She was still incredibly skilled, but her movements weren't as sharp, her stamina not as endless. As for him? His current physical condition was nothing compared to Nagato's when he wielded the Rinnegan.

The foundation of Akatsuki was there, but they weren't at the level where they could take on high-profile targets without serious risks. If they rushed into things, they would just get wiped out before Akatsuki could truly rise.

Satoshi exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment.

There was still so much work to do.

Satoshi finally made his decision.

Without hesitation, he activated his Rinnegan, feeling the familiar shift in perception as his senses expanded. His vision darkened slightly, his mind syncing with another body entirely.

Yahiko's corpse stirred to life.

Through Yahiko's eyes, Satoshi looked down at the bag he had prepared earlier. Without a word, the body grabbed it and silently stepped out of the house.

"Whoever's watching above..." he thought, a rare moment of hesitation creeping in. "Let this be the right choice."

But no answer came.

Not that he expected one.

...

As Yahiko's body exited, he took a quick look around. The streets were empty—silent, lifeless. It was expected. Satoshi's home wasn't exactly in a nice neighborhood. The few people that lived here didn't roam outside.

Good.

Without wasting time, Yahiko moved, heading toward a more isolated area. His steps were calculated, avoiding main streets and cameras, sticking to the alternatives were people don't like to go.

Eventually, he found a secluded spot—a forgotten alley, surrounded by crumbling buildings, untouched by anything.

Here, away from prying eyes, Yahiko opened the bag and pulled out the Akatsuki cloak.

The fabric was smooth between his fingers, the red clouds stark against the black background.

Slowly, Yahiko slipped it on.

Then came the mask. Unlike Konan's, this one didn't have the engraving of wings. Instead, a simple but ominous design—a cracked sphere—rested in the center.

As Yahiko secured the mask over his face, Satoshi's thoughts solidified.

"Akatsuki will no longer remain in the shadows."

...

Satoshi—no, Yahiko—rose into the air, the air pressing against his cloak as he scanned the city below.

Flying wasn't the best option. He knew that. His stamina would drain much faster this way. But walking wasn't an option either. Not with more heroes patrolling the streets lately. Strolling around in an Akatsuki cloak would be asking for trouble.

He let out a silent sigh, pushing those thoughts aside. Right now, he needed to focus.

As his masked gaze swept across the city, his eyes locked onto something.

A hostage situation.

On the scene, a crowd had gathered around. Five heroes stood in formation, surrounding a villain who had a gun-shaped hand aimed at a child.

Satoshi recognized him immediately.

"Right... that's Hollowhand."

A mid to low level villain, but still dangerous. His Quirk allowed him to transform his fingers into gun barrels, each one loaded with organic bullets made from his own bone and flesh. The more he fired, the more damage he did to himself—but that never stopped him before.

And right now, he was threatening a little girl.

At first, Satoshi had no intention of interfering. Five heroes were already handling it, and more were likely on the way. If he interfered, he would have to go against a lot of them after the hostage is saved.

But then, his eyes flickered toward the hostage.

His breath hitched.

It was the same child from earlier.

The one who had said that the heroes and Evil Angel would protect her.

For a moment, Satoshi hesitated.

However...

"If Konan wasn't here, then another member of Akatsuki would save her."

Without another thought, Yahiko's body descended.

As Yahiko flew closer to the scene, the urgency of the moment sharpened his focus. His heart thumped in his chest as he eyed the villain holding the little girl hostage. The heroes were in place, trying to negotiate, but it was clear that their words wouldn't be enough to stop Hollowhand. His gun-shaped fingers were aimed directly at the child's head, and the tension in the air was palpable.

Satoshi clenched his fist within Yahiko's body, his mind already calculating the best course of action. He reached into the cloak and retrieved a black rod he'd fashioned—a tool he had come to rely on. Holding the rod between his fingers, he infused it with a surge of repulsive energy from his Rinnegan. It was a simple move, but it had devastating results.

With a subtle flick of his thumb, the black rod shot forward like a speeding bullet, cutting through the air with terrifying speed. For a brief second, one of the five heroes noticed the object approaching—he quickly shouted to the child in panic, "Duck!"

But it was too late.

The child froze, her eyes wide in fear, not able to react in time.

However, Yahiko's aim was perfect.

The black rod shot through the air, darting straight toward Hollowhand's head. Just before the villain noticed it and could pull the trigger on his quirk, the rod slammed into his skull with a sickening thunk. The impact was so precise, so well-timed, that it hit Hollowhand dead center, right between the eyes.

There was no time for anyone to react. One second, the crowd was watching the tense standoff, and the next, the villain's body dropped to the ground like a ragdoll, his face instantly turning lifeless.

The heroes stood frozen, eyes wide in shock. The blur of the black rod had been so fast, they barely saw it coming. They watched as the villain crumpled, lifeless, without a single bullet fired. Hollowhand's hand twitched, but his quirk failed to activate. The black rod had completely disrupted his ability, rendering him useless in an instant.

The little girl, still frozen, blinked in confusion, her wide eyes darting between the fallen villain and the heroes. They stared, unable to fully process what had just occurred. The silence that followed was deafening.

One of the heroes, an older man with short-cropped hair, was the first to speak. He stepped forward cautiously, eyes scanning the scene. "What… what just happened?"

Meanwhile, Yahiko soared high above, the dark cloak swirling around him like a shadow in the night. His Rinnegan glowed faintly behind the mask, his eyes scanning the chaos below. He raised a hand, and with a swift motion of his finger, the black rod that had pierced Hollowhand's skull shot back toward him, as if it were an extension of his will. The rod twisted through the air, spinning gracefully before landing in his hand with a soft thunk.

The crowd below gasped, their gazes shifting from the lifeless villain to the figure in the air. The red cloud embroidered on his cloak was unmistakable. The mark of the Akatsuki.

A low murmur spread through the crowd. Whispers of the Evil Angel—the terrifying figure they had only heard about in rumors and news reports—began to circulate.

The one of the heroes, a seasoned pro, barked an order, his voice shaking with authority. "Surrender now! You're surrounded!" He motioned for the others to position themselves, but Yahiko remained unfazed, hovering calmly in the air.

Yahiko scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery as he addressed the heroes, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere. "I did the job you couldn't," he said, his voice laced with condescension. "And now, you want me to surrender? How cute."

The words hung in the air, heavy with disdain. Yahiko's gaze swept over the heroes, analyzing each one, watching them fumble to take control of the situation. His fingers tightened around the black rod in his hand as he paused, savoring the tension.

The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating. His mind raced with possibilities, each more satisfying than the last. The heroes were trying to process the situation—some of them were still trying to figure out if they could talk him down, others were already preparing to act.

Yahiko's Rinnegan eyes gleamed with an almost predatory excitement. The power he held in this moment, the fear he instilled in everyone below, was intoxicating.

Yahiko's gaze landed on them with cold amusement, as if he could see right through them. His hand tightened around the black rod. "I don't need to surrender to any of you," he said, his voice cold now, the mockery gone. "The world doesn't need fake heroes. It needs order."

With that, Yahiko slowly began to rise higher , the wind pulling at his cloak. His eyes never left the heroes below as they shouted orders, preparing to follow him.

As one of the heroes, desperate to act, conjured a ball of flame in his hand and hurled it toward Yahiko, the crowd scattered in panic. The flames blazed as they cut through the air, heading straight for the flying figure.

But Yahiko, unmoved, didn't even flinch. His expression remained calm and calculating. With a subtle motion of his hand, he hovered it just in front of the incoming fireball. His voice, cold and calm, rang out like a death knell, "Almighty Push."

The instant the words left his lips, a powerful invisible force radiated from him, sending a shockwave through the air. The fireball evaporated in an instant, vanishing into nothingness as though it had never existed. The sheer force of the repulsion pushed the surrounding air into a frenzy, whipping around the heroes and the now-terrified onlookers.

The crowd had already dispersed, understanding all too well the danger they were in. But the heroes below were still focused on Yahiko, unwilling to back down.

Yahiko's voice echoed through the stillness as he spoke again, the air around him thick with tension. "You should leave now, and I will, too. I don't have time for this."

Yet, one of the heroes, a tall figure with a grim look on his face, sneered. "Not a chance!" He was done negotiating and after a few second, with a swift leap, he launched himself toward Yahiko, fist cocked back, ready to strike the masked figure down.

Yahiko didn't move. His gaze remained steady, his posture unchanged. He simply spoke, his words laced with authority, "Almighty Push."

A force more powerful than before surged outward, and the hero, mid-air, suddenly felt the world around him shift. A crushing repulsion slammed into his body, and in the next instant, he was hurtling backward, his limbs flailing as the ground rushed up to meet him. His body slammed into the ground with a sickening thud, the impact knocking the wind from him and leaving him gasping in pain.

The rest of the heroes stood frozen, staring at their fallen comrade with disbelief. They hadn't expected it to be this easy for the vigilante to take one of them out. They were skilled, experienced, but they were nothing in the face of his overwhelming power.

Yahiko looked down at the hero, his voice calm and unyielding as he spoke again, "That was just a warning. Now, leave, and so will I."

As Yahiko stood there, poised and ready for whatever the remaining heroes might throw at him, a sudden flash of white blurred across the horizon. It was so fast that Yahiko barely had time to register it. In an instant, the blur shot toward him like a bullet, and with a powerful landing that shook the ground beneath, the figure stood before him and then leaped towards him.

Satoshi immediately recognized her—Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. The moment he saw her, a sinking feeling hit his stomach.

"I'm cooked."