Higuruma's fourth birthday was not a celebration; it was a networking event.
The garden of the Minato estate was filled with people Daichi Higuruma needed to impress.
High-ranking members of the Hero Public Safety Commission drank champagne alongside
CEOs of support-tech companies.
Hiromi sat on a stone bench, wearing a suit that cost more than a paralegal's monthly salary.
He watched them. He didn't see guests; he saw a congregation of potential defendants.
"He's quiet," the elder Yaoyorozu noted, looking at Hiromi. "Observant. A good trait for a
lawyer."
"Or a Hero," Daichi said, his smile tight. "Today is the threshold. We expect the diagnosis
soon. If he inherits his mother's energy amplification, he'll be a top-tier sidekick. If he inherits
my mental acuity... well, the Commission always needs analysts."
Hiromi ignored them. He was focused on the pressure building at the base of his skull.
It wasn't the biological itch of a Quirk. He had read the medical journals; Quirks manifested
like a new muscle flexing. This felt different. It felt like the weight of a heavy book slamming
shut. It was Cursed Energy, negative, dense, and demanding.
It's here, he thought. The docket is opening.
"Hey! Law-boy!"
Hiromi looked up. His cousin, Katsuo, seven years old and already arrogant, was grinning at
him. Katsuo had a minor telekinetic quirk. He liked to push things.
"You're boring," Katsuo sneered. "Why don't you do something?"
Katsuo's hands glowed with a faint, repulsive light. He shoved his palms forward, aiming to
knock Hiromi backward into the three-tier birthday cake.
"Move!" Katsuo yelled.
Hiromi didn't move. He didn't panic. He simply acknowledged the assault.
Assault and Battery, Hiromi's mind registered. Minor. However, intent to humiliate is present.
The air in the garden didn't freeze. It simply stopped.
The chatter of the socialites died instantly. The birds went silent. It wasn't a physical silence;
it was the heavy, suffocating atmosphere of a courtroom when the judge enters.
Katsuo froze. "Wh-what... I can't move..."
"Silence in the court."
The voice didn't come from Hiromi's mouth. It dropped from the sky, heavy as lead.
Behind Hiromi, a shadow tore itself free from the ground. It rose, towering over the terrified
seven-year-old. It wasn't a colorful, marketable avatar. It was a nightmare. A figure wrapped
in black executioner's robes, its face a smooth, white mask with no eyes, its head bound by
a blood-red blindfold.
In its hand, it held a pair of golden scales.
Judgeman, Hiromi thought, recognizing the Shikigami. It followed me.
A wooden gavel materialized in Hiromi's right hand. It felt warm, familiar. He gripped it, and
for the first time in four years, he felt like himself.
He looked at the crowd.
The illusion of the party shattered. Hiromi's eyes scanned the guests, and he didn't see
faces. He saw files. Hovering over the Commission official: Embezzlement, Obstruction of
Justice. Hovering over his father: Bribery, Tampering with Evidence.
The secrets of the elite were laid bare, printed on invisible paper.
Judgeman turned its faceless head toward Katsuo. The golden scales tipped violently to the
right.
[GUILTY]
The word slammed into the minds of everyone present.
"Confiscation," Hiromi said. His voice was soft, childish, but it carried the absolute authority
of a verdict.
Katsuo screamed. It wasn't pain; it was loss. The glow in his hands winked out. The boy fell
to his knees, clutching his chest, gasping. He tried to push, tried to summon his telekinesis,
but there was nothing. The biological switch had been flipped to 'Off.'
The pressure lifted. The birds started chirping again.
But no one moved. The adults stared at the four-year-old boy with a primal, naked fear. They
were people who manipulated the law for a living, and they had just witnessed a Law that
could not be bribed.
Daichi was shaking. He looked at the vanishing shadow of Judgeman, then at his son. He
didn't look like a proud father. He looked like a man who realized he was keeping a tiger in
his living room.
"Hiromi..." Daichi whispered. "You... you stole his Quirk? You disabled it?"
"I confiscated it," Hiromi corrected, adjusting his imaginary glasses. "It's a temporary penalty
for the infraction. He'll get it back when he learns to behave."
Daichi's fear shifted, morphing into a greedy, desperate calculation. "Do you have any idea
what this is? You can shut them down. The Heroes. The Villains. You can turn them all off.
We can control everything."
Hiromi looked at his father. He saw the Bribery file still flickering above Daichi's head.
"I'm not doing this for you, Father," Hiromi said. He turned away from the cake, walking
toward the house. "And I'm not joining your firm."
"What?" Daichi stammered. "Then where? Where do you think you're going?"
Hiromi stopped at the glass doors. He saw his reflection, small, weak, but armed with the
ultimate sanction.
"U.A. High," Hiromi said. "That's where they train the 'Gods,' isn't it?"
"You want to be a Hero?" Daichi asked, incredulous. "With a power like that? They'll hate
you. You're a walking indictment!"
"I don't care if they like me," Hiromi said, opening the door. "I'm not going there to save them.
I'm going there to audit them."
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