He leapt out of the window and flipped over the building to his apartment landing on his balcony before stepping inside. He began removing his suit as he approached the bathroom. He threw the suit into the washer as he stepped inside the shower, the water washed over his body, over the muscles and the scars bring back memories of being disciplined by his grandfather.
He washed his body the suds lathering his body and obscuring the tattoo on his left shoulder blade displaying the kanji Ryu. The rest of his back displays a blood red tattoo of a monstrous spider ready to prey on anything that falls upon it's web. He finished showering and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and drying himself as he walked through the apartment.
He entered his room as he dried his hair and turned his computer on, he found hundreds of articles on Meta-Humans. One article is talking about how a town is still recovering from a fight between two Meta-Humans that ended with the interference and destruction of the US Navy via gravity manipulation crumpling up dozens of ships like wads of paper. Another article is linking the sudden uprising of Meta-Human conflicts to the video of that boy holding up that building.
"The effects one person can have is amazing..." He said as he began to get dressed.
After he put his shirt on he checked the fridge only to find it empty. These past few days he had noticed a large increase in hunger like he never gets enough. The amount he can now eat in one sitting is enough to make him question where the food goes as he doesnt get any bigger. He exits the apartment to go shopping and hears his neighbor in her own apartment on a call.
"Please you have to believe me mistress he's that vigilante!" She begged into the phone.
I'm gonna have to deal with her eventually...
He walked through the first floor passing the communal spaces, the first floor is split between student exclusive communal spaces and the super cheap apartments, the kind of apartments you don't need an ID for. He leaves the building and goes to the store filling several bags with food to the point you'd think he's cooking for over a dozen.
The next night he stood atop a building overlooking shinjuku and leapt off swinging through the night. The neon signs reflected off him as he passed by occasionally illuminating him to those below. As he was swinging through the alleys of kabukicho the sound of quick shallow breathing, fast pace of an anxious heart, and the snickering of rough men was heard and he quickly followed it.
He stopped on the edge of a wet rooftop and looked down finding two men cornering a terrified woman all of them drenched in rain, on the other end he saw two more men pretending to be hasslers to get people to stay away. He slowly crawled down the wall mostly hidden in the darkness of the night save for his blood red visor making him look like a yokai in the night. The girls noticed him and stifled as gasp as the men continued.
"Come on you know how much you owe the boss, just come work for the boss- ow!" The first man said as he was jabbed in the rib by the second man.
"So insensitive, listen you're a cute girl, you'll make a lot of money for the boss and will be able to pay back your entire debt in maybe seven years, and then you're free!" The second man said even more insensitive in some eyes.
It was at this moment that one of the men noticed him and nearly shit his pants out of fear if the punch to the gut didn't do it for him. He'd jumped down from the wall lunging at the man like a hungry predator before delivering the colon cleansing punch. This movement lead the older trained man to think that he was open and that acting first and fast was the best course of action but he was sorely mistaken. He was then subsequently sent flying into the air from an uppercut and for a split moment the rain seemed to float in the man's eye.
The noises gained the attention of the men at the alleys entrance and they came running to their own beating. He rushed forward bouncing on to the wall and then rebounding towards one of the men's heads but was blocked. Upon landing he turned to the other man evading a slash from a knife and decking him, he felt movement from behind and threw the back of his hand landing with a crack. The fighting gave the other two men time to get up and recover before rushing at him once again. The men tried to fight seemingly under the belief that their numbers gave them an advantage but we're quickly dismantled and webbed up.
"You can go now miss." He said to the girl.
"Thank you!" She screamed as she ran away.
"Now for you boys..." He said as he slapped them awake.
"We ain't gonna tell you shit!" One man exclaimed spitting blood on his mask only adding to the menace.
"Are you sure? It's my first time interrogating someone and I wouldn't want to unintentionally make it torture." He said as he put one hand on the man's chest and another grabbing the man's right hand putting his thumb at the base of the man's index finger.
"Who do you work for?" He asked.
"I ain't telling you!" The man exclaimed.
"Wrong answer~" He said as he applied pressure breaking the man's finger with a satisfying crack followed by a blood curdling scream.
"Ooh that was satisfying... I might just have to turn this into a hobby, anyway I'll ask again who do you work for?" He asked again.
"Ahh! Guh... No!" The man said through pained grunts.
"Wrong again~" Yet another satisfying crack and scream followed.