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As the days rolled by,
The school slowly returned to its usual rhythm—
But one story still refused to fade.
The incident where Rudra had flattened a hero had become the hottest topic in the halls of Sky High.
Whispers followed him everywhere—
Admiration from the girls, awe and unease from the boys.
Even among the teachers,
His calm yet brutal efficiency had become the subject of hushed conversations.
Meanwhile, Gwen Grayson found herself unable to let go of what she'd witnessed that day.
She had seen fight before,
But something about him intrigued her.
That calm expression,
The way he dismantled Bulldox without breaking a sweat—
Even a typical pro hero.
It was too controlled.
Too precise.
Driven by curiosity,
Gwen began digging once again.
Using her technopathy quirk,
She scoured every public and restricted archive she could access—
Records, hero databases, surveillance nodes.
But every trace of "Professor Ra-One whose name is Rudra Eswar" ended in blank entries,
Encrypted data, or wiped files.
It was as if he'd appeared out of thin air.
Her caretaker, Stitches, noticed her growing obsession.
He was quirkless—
Once a feared villain in the underground tech scene,
A man who despised the so-called "hero society" that discarded the powerless like trash.
He had adopted Gwen years ago—
Not out of love, but ideology.
He wanted her to rise where he had fallen.
Kill this society.
But Gwen—
Whose true name was Sue Tenny,
Once known in villain circles as Royal Pain—
Was changing.
Once, she had dreamed of revenge—
Against Commander and Jetstream,
The heroes who'd crushed hers and her guardian's ambitions and forced her into this twisted new life.
But lately, revenge had lost its edge.
Instead, every night she found herself staring at Rudra's image on her screen,
" "
Replaying the battle footage again and again.
"Who are you… Professor Ra-One?"
She murmured, her fingers tracing the faint reflection of his golden energy on the glass.
For the first time, Royal Pain wasn't thinking of destroying heroes.
She was thinking of understanding one.
Sky High Academy...
As the sun dipped below the floating campus of Sky High,
Rudra wrapped up his final class of the day.
The last of the students filed out, their chatter fading down the corridor, leaving behind only silence and the faint hum of the city below.
Hum~
" "
He gathered his notes,
Ready to retire to the staff quarters—
Until a soft, familiar ping echoed in his head.
[DING...]
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[New Mission Assigned.]
[Maintain operational credibility of current identity.]
[Objective: Dismantle a criminal hub disguised as an ice cream parlor.]
[Details: Target facility involved in abduction and human trafficking. Victims—young girls sold through underworld auctions to high-paying buyers.]
[Mission Requirement: Eliminate core operation, rescue captives.]
[Rewards: +150 Hope Points | ×2 Sanjeevini Leaves]
Rudra's eyes narrowed slightly as the words flickered before him.
" "
His jaw tightened.
'So, that's tonight's job.'
He exhaled softly, closing the notification window.
"Disgusting,"
He muttered under his breath.
"Even in this world of so-called heroes… filth still hides behind candy and smiles."
The system's blue glow faded,
Replaced by the dim orange of the setting sun cutting through the hallway windows.
Within few minutes,
A small envelope is delivered to him—
Bearing the official insignia of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
Inside were coordinates, photos, and files prepared for him "Ra-One,"
Complete with authorization to "assist" a covert cleanup operation.
He slipped the file into his coat pocket,
His expression unreadable.
"Alright then,"
He murmured.
"Time to go save some lives."
Rudra made his way down the metallic corridor leading to the Technical Support Department,
Technical Support Department...
The low hum of machines and the faint scent of ozone filling the air.
Rows of engineers and support students were busy calibrating armor pieces, testing gadgets, and recording data.
Sparks flew in the background as welding tools hissed.
He was here for something he'd been waiting on for a week—
His hero suit.
The moment Rudra entered,
The department head, a broad-shouldered man in a stained lab coat with oil smudges on his face,
" "
Looked up from a workbench.
"Ah, Professor Ra-One!"
He said with a grin.
Grin~
"Just in time. We were about to call you."
Rudra nodded,
Nod~
Following him past several prototype stations until they stopped before a large cylindrical containment pod.
Frosted glass hissed as the container unlocked,
Hiss~
Splitting open with a hydraulic sound.
Inside stood the completed suit—
Sleek, jet-black armor traced with glowing red circuits,
Perfectly modeled after the cinematic version of Ra-One Rudra had shown them.
The faint hum of stored energy pulsed through the air as the headpiece lit up faintly.
The department head gestured proudly.
"Based on the design you sketched, we reproduced the synthetic weave with adaptive kinetic fibers. The armor can absorb impact and redistribute force. The red circuit patterns glow with your energy signature, so it'll sync seamlessly with your quirk."
He walked around the display as Rudra examined the suit closely.
"The mask,"
The man continued, lifting it carefully,
"has built-in voice modulation and a micro-holo projector that alters your facial features—gives you that… android-like appearance, as you requested. Once activated, it'll make you look less human—just like you asked for."
Rudra ran his fingers across the cool surface of the mask,
The faint gleam of its mirrored face reflecting his calm expression.
"You even added details that weren't in my drawing,"
Rudra noted.
The man chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
Chuckle~
"Couldn't help it. I added a few personal touches—experimental tech that's not even in the market yet. Let's just say you'll be faster, lighter, and tougher than most heroes out there."
Rudra gave a small, approving smile.
"You've done well. This will do perfectly."
He turned to the glowing suit once more,
The flickering light from its circuits dancing across his eyes.
"Now then…"
He murmured, voice calm but sharp as steel.
"It's time Ra-One made his first move."
The department head walked Rudra through the suit's integration steps,
Pointing out each modular component as he spoke.
"Slide your arms through here—good. Now let the inner fibers latch onto your skin. The system will read your body temperature and adjust pressure automatically."
Rudra followed the instructions carefully,
The soft hum of nanofiber seals filling the room.
As the armor connected,
A faint red pulse rippled across his body,
The glowing circuit lines lighting up in sequence.
Click~
The mask synced last,
Snapping into place with a soft magnetic click.
The transformation was seamless.
The suit fit perfectly—
Light, flexible, and alive with energy.
Compared to his Kaal Nayan suit,
This one felt almost weightless yet equally protective.
Rudra flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders,
And then gave the department head a firm thumbs-up.
Thumps Up~
The man grinned proudly, chest swelling.
Grin~
"Knew you'd like it! That's my best work yet."
Rudra inclined his head in thanks.
"You've outdone yourself."
With that, he turned and strode toward the exit—
His boots echoing softly against the metallic floor,
The faint electric hum of his suit following with each step.
Outside, as the sunlight washed over the academy courtyard,
He raised his hand—
And with a subtle gesture,
Golden energy flowed from his palm, swirling and coalescing into the form of a futuristic bike.
Sleek, jet-black like his suit,
It shimmered with brahmastra energy veins running along its frame.
Rudra mounted the bike, gripping the handlebars.
The engine roared—
VROOOOMMM!!!
Not mechanical, but alive, pulsing with divine energy.
With a low hum, he accelerated down the empty stretch of road leading out of Sky High.
The asphalt ended abruptly at the cliffside—
But Rudra didn't slow down.
Instead, his thumb tapped a hidden switch on the handlebar.
Instantly, the rear tires split apart, transforming into glowing propellers.
The golden energy ignited beneath the chassis,
And the bike lifted off the sky, tilting forward as the wind whipped around him.
Now airborne, Rudra's eyes glowed faintly beneath his mask as he steered into the open sky,
Leaving a blazing golden trail behind him.
"Target coordinates received,"
His system chimed in his ear.
Rudra smirked under the mask.
Smrik~
"Let's get to work."
The Brahmastra-powered bike shot forward, slicing through the clouds like a comet.
From high above the glowing skyline,
Rudra's visor flickered to life,
Displaying a holographic map projected by his system.
The blinking red marker pulsed below—
An ordinary-looking ice cream shop,
Crowded even at night,
With a long line stretching down the sidewalk.
Rudra narrowed his eyes behind the mask.
" "
Frown~
'That's the place.'
The bike slowed, hovering silently in the air like a golden wraith.
Rudra scanned the area—
Families, couples, laughter.
On the surface,
It was a cheerful nightspot.
But his system's readings told a different story.
Beneath that pastel façade ran hidden energy signatures and faint heat traces leading underground.
The bike dematerialized midair,
Dissolving into a million tiny golden cubes that shimmered briefly before fading into nothing.
Without hesitation,
Rudra leapt from the air and landed atop a nearby building.
His boots struck the rooftop with a dull thud,
Thud.
The impact scattering dust around his feet.
Crouching at the edge, he observed the shop below.
The neon sign—
"Chill Zone Creamery"
—Flickered cheerfully in pink and blue,
Masking the darkness that lurked inside.
"Crowded for this hour,"
Rudra muttered quietly, voice modulated by his mask.
"They must be quite famous I guess."
The city's night breeze brushed against his armor as he waited,
Patient and watchful.
The laughter from below mixed with the faint hum of traffic.
His system pinged softly in his mind.
[Mission Objective: Active]
[Eliminate the trafficking hub.]
[Rescue the captives.]
[Maintain civilian safety.]
Rudra's red eyes glowed faintly through the mask slit which has changed his eyes color from blue to red when he was wearing the mask.
He stood slowly, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight.
"Time to end this charade,"
He whispered.
With a subtle twist of his wrist,
Brahmastra energy rippled around him like golden mist, and he prepared to move.
Rudra made his way to the back door of the shop which located at the back alley.
And opened a ventilation duct.
Rudra pressed his body flat against the metal duct,
Crawling inch by inch through the cramped vent.
The cold steel scraped against his elbows, and he muttered under his breath,
"I never thought I'd be crawling through vents like a spy in some spy movie…"
A faint echo of voices reached his ears, low and deliberate.
Three men.
He paused, listening.
Their conversation was casual, almost businesslike—
But the words made his jaw tighten.
"…top quality products,"
The man with the gentle smile said,
The skull tattoo on his neck catching the dim light of a hanging bulb.
"Fresh. No defects. They won't forget."
Beside him, an older man nodded silently,
Nod~
While the third,
A man with sharp features that spoke of China, leaned in, listening intently.
Rudra's fingers moved over his wrist device.
A thin, high-tensile wire shot out and disappeared down the vent gap,
The camera at its tip swiveling automatically.
A tiny screen blinked to life in his palm,
Feeding him a live view.
The image resolved clearly:
The boss, smiling like a kindly shopkeeper, gesturing towards cages stacked in the shadows,
Each holding a frightened young girl.
Rudra's lips pressed into a thin line.
'So this is the hub… right under the city's nose.'
He adjusted the camera, zooming in on the trio,
Noting the guards, the placement of the cages, and the exit routes.
Every detail mattered,
Every second counted.
"This ends tonight,"
Rudra muttered, his voice low and cold, almost lost in the hum of the ventilation system.
A surge of Brahmastra energy coursed through his body,
His golden aura flaring faintly within the vent, heating the metal beneath him.
From above, the night city stretched quietly,
Unaware of the storm about to strike from within the cheerful façade of the ice cream shop.
Rudra took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the device,.
Rudra moved forward as he went to the another room.
Rudra's red eyes through the mask scanned the room,
Calculating every possible threat.
The moment he saw the man changing costumes, his instincts flared.
That gun on the table wasn't just for show—
It meant this guy wasn't just a worker.
He was part of this criminals.
With a fluid motion,
Rudra ripped open the vent and dropped down.
Thud.
The man's head jerked up in shock,
" "
And instinctively, he spat toward Rudra.
Spit~
Hisss~
The liquid hissed as it ate into the metal floor,
Leaving a smoking, corroded mark.
Rudra's mind raced.
'Acid quirk… definitely acid.'
Before the man could react again,
A golden rope of condensed Brahmastra energy shot from Rudra's wrist,
Coiling tightly around the guy's neck.
The man struggled, clawing at the rope,
But within moments he slumped unconscious.
Rudra's body shimmered as the miniature cubes of Ra-One's suit rippled across him.
He concentrated, and his form began to shift.
Within seconds, he had perfectly taken the appearance of the man he had just incapacitated.
Every detail—
From the posture to the way he held himself—
Was replicated flawlessly.
He flexed his fingers, testing the Ravan-template shapeshifting ability.
He could now move unnoticed among the criminals, gather intelligence,
And strike without alerting the others.
And save the girls safely.
Rudra took a slow,
Deliberate step toward the open door.
The room beyond held more of the underworld thugs,
Their voices rough, unaware that one of their own had just been replaced by a predator in disguise.
Every movement was measured.
And yet, beneath the calm surface, Rudra's mind raced with a plan.
Neutralize the threats, rescue the girls, and dismantle the operation without a single casualty if possible.
With a quiet exhale,
He slipped into the corridor,
His new guise blending seamlessly with the criminals,
Ready to turn their own hub against them.
As Rudra arrived at the large cell which is guarded heavily and has many girls inside.
He didn't wait he took the pistol.
The shot rang out —
Loud and final in the flat, humming air of the shop.
The bullet chewed through the main breaker box behind the counter;
Lights died in waves, neon signs collapsed into darkness, and the cheerful music stuttered into a long, choking silence.
For a second the room was a living thing held in the breath before a storm.
Guards swore, flashlights stabbed the dark, and the thump of running boots answered like a drum.
Thud. Thud.
" "
" "
" "
Someone cursed the intruder's name —
The real owner of the identity Rudra had taken —
And a guard barked for verification.
Rudra didn't answer.
He let the confusion do the work.
In the pitch-black, his suit's internal HUD shifted to night mode.
Even without it he could see clearly at night due to his night vision ability.
The world lit for him in faint red outlines.
Structural seams, a tangle of cables, the edges of metal cages, the silhouettes of guards.
He moved like a shadow within a shadow.
Two guards fanned left, flashlights sweeping.
Rudra stepped forward with the empty pistol in his hand —
Not to shoot, but to keep the rhythm of a man who belonged.
He summoned a thin filament of gold braided from Brahmastra energy slipped across the floor and tightened around the nearest guard's ankle.
The man toppled with a choked cry as the rope cinched,
Then meshed into a binding that locked like metal.
No blood, no theatrics —
Just clean immobilization.
The bullets rained down at the guard since he was bounded by the golden braid which is a eye catching one.
A flashlight beam swung past.
Rudra melted into the smothering dark and crossed the room.
At the cages the girls huddled silent,
" "
" "
" "
Eyes wide as the sudden night swallowed their world.
Some sobbed.
Others clung to one another.
Rudra crouched, his voice low but steady through the modulator in his mask, soft and male.
"Stay quiet. Follow me when I come back. Trust me."
He passed through the bars and began working the locks.
He for now don't want to use brute force when finesse would be a better option.
With the deft fingers of someone who'd learned to disassemble and rebuild things without thinking,
He fed the cage's lock a micro-pry tool hidden in his sleeve.
The pin clicked.
Click~
The lock yielded.
He paused and didnt open the cell door.
" "
He turned and looked at the flashlights passing around.
Decided to take them down before getting the girls to safety.
Rudra's mask reflected the faint glint of the fallen flashlight as the red eyes of the first guard met his.
The moment stretched—
A heartbeat of hesitation, a pause before the storm.
Then, with the precision of a predator,
Rudra struck.
THUD.
A punch landed squarely on the guard's chest.
The man arched backward,
Stunned by the sheer force, before crashing into a steel shelf with a deafening clang.
Clang~
Sparks flew where cans toppled and metal collided.
But before the fallen man has already fainted,
Rudra was already elsewhere.
He moved like liquid through the room, every step calculated,
A ripple of Brahmastra energy tracing his path.
A second guard swung a crowbar, but Rudra anticipated the arc.
The golden energy condensed around his fist, forming a sharp knuckle guard, and he struck at the attacker's wrist.
The crowbar flew out of the guard's hand and clattered against the floor.
His hand broken.
Another step, another strike—
A seamless choreography of incapacitation.
A third guard tried to tackle him from behind,
But Rudra twisted mid-air, catching the man by the collar,
And flung him into the far wall.
BOOM!
CRACK~
The wall groaned under the impact, paint cracking,
But the man stayed alive, dazed, limbs limp.
Rudra didn't stop.
He moved with clinical efficiency, dismantling the guards one by one.
By the time the flashlight beams flickered out completely—
Either broken or dropped—
The guards were strewn across the floor, groaning, tied up, or immobilized by strands of golden energy that wrapped around their joints and held them like living statues.
In awkward position forcing them to twitch.
" "
" "
" "
The room was a silent, glowing tableau of restrained chaos.
Rudra paused only briefly,
Scanning the room with his mask's HUD overlay,
Confirming every threat neutralized.
Then, finally, he exhaled beneath the mask,
Knowing he could safely gather the girls without interference.
" "
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Then he heard rapidly approaching foot steps the door to the hall opened several criminals carrying guns and weapons and various deadly quirks looked at the guy in a hero costume before them.
Sigh~
'Well seems like I need to completely dismantle this guys before taking the girls to safety.'
With a sigh Rudra prepared to face the next wave.
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(A/N):
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