Our Brightest During Our Darkest [Emily]

With the crew dispersed, Nocturne would check his watch once more. It was almost that time... As if on cue, a distinct metal clanging could be her as a certain young hero made her way down the fire escape. He'd chuckle and shake his head, greeting her with a half bow, and smirk. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here." He'd pointed to where he heard the sound coming from. She did well enough to show up on time. In fact, she was here roughly ten minutes early. He couldn't complain. He'd take a moment to scan the area before saying anything. 

"Thank you for coming... given what's been shown." Like Atsushi and Flynn, there were still kids that had faith in him. It was a comforting thought. Being the slightest bit sentimental would deter him from the task at hand. Shizuoka was a sizeable city. Some parts were sleepy and quiet, other parts were bustling with distinct nightlife. In the same Strive was the symbol of peace for Japan, Nocturne was such for his own city. At least until the news hit. Crime spiked quite a bit since the news. The yakuza that used to fear him began flaring up and becoming more bold. Crime in general seemed to be flaring up from top to bottom. He'd have to deal with this issue with or without support. With or withou- he'd paused from his rapid-fire train of thought, his eyes honing back in on Emily or rather Iron Maiden. 

"I'm sure every hero has their methods, but this is how my agency does things when we aren't on a specific case.  " He'd open his phone, and send Emily a map. The map itself was synced with the dusk agency and had icons of the members' faces. Tendo and Tatsuki had a rather small area of influence, but they made up for it by being in their dusk agency squad car. Rouge's area of influence was quite big since she led a 3-man unit with Kage and Uma. At the bottom of the screen were the faces of her fellow classmates, though their icons were blurred due to not working tonight. The largest area of influence was the icon showing Nocturne's face. "We'll be covering this portion. Though with my family's mansion being in the middle, we can consider this a safe zone. It only extends for a few blocks, so if we look at where the others are covering, it will almost look like the streets are lanes to follow. By the time you reach the end of a lane so should another agency member. From there you just follow the next open lane, leaving no blind spots. " Much like Nocturne's motto of heroing ergonomically, this patrol setup was painstakingly detailed yet efficient and simple when put into practice. Essentially as long as one followed the lanes in a timely fashion, each sector of the city would be looked over twice throughout the night if not three times. 

"I'd like to know how much experience you've had with patrols. It will give me insight into how much space to give you. Can I trust you to handle a few blocks at a time before I check in on you?" Yoo had no qualms with giving students leeway in his agency. Real world experience was the only way for them to accel at a faster pace. He'd be there if there was a need for help or questions. Outside of that, Yoo was willing to give Emily to real time as a hero. 

Yoo smoothed his hair back to correct any fine hairs from defying his will. Stress? No. Perhaps annoyance. Seemingly every student had a masterful opinion of something they had only just started. Though his expression hadn't changed, the darkness around him seemed more prominent, if only for a moment. A free hand would lift his katana an inch only to slam it back, the resounding clink was a satisfying one. In that single instant, the darkness subsided. Though his expression didn't change, his eyes depicted melancholy. As much as people were going to harp on this, a life was a life. It was a fact he couldn't change. He knew that far better than anyone, just as much as he understood the despairing fact that results were results. He'd forever choose decisions that he thought would lead to results. He lead his whole career on that simple principle and wasn't going to change it. A man who brought Shizuoka to peace, when so many cities fluctuated so heavily with waves of crime. If his methods were wrong... was he fit to be a hero?


He was a hero of an old era... Maybe he was outdated and just holding on to prestige. Still, he'd speak one truth to Emily. One he'd be grinding his nose against since this situation started. " Experience will teach you plenty of things. Whether student, teacher, or pro hero. One never stops learning, as everything is for the sake of moving forward.  " How was he to move forward from this? The young hero had passionate eyes, and a hunger for success. Compared to his, his own were dark pools. Even in his younger years, they always were. He had the same hunger, and passion, but his vision was always darker. He'd never leaned into it. Was he supposed to? Mmm... 


"It's okay if you go slow. You'll learn a lot by people-watching. The most important thing is to understand what's in front of you. If a woman gets her purse stolen, whats the shortest path to stopping the robber? Can you spot sticky fingers before they reach to snatch something? It's things like these you should be looking for and thinking about. " He'd say before reassuring her. "I won't be far."

Her patrol would go well. Taking to the rooftops was a solid touch... though it probably wasn't so nice for the people living beneath her heavy stomps as they passed through the area. According to Nocturne's explanation of the block system, someone would be intersecting paths with the young hero, but that time would never come. Perhaps she was taking too long. Since Nocturne was known as a super-efficient hero, the rest of his agency likely followed suit behind that example. She likely was only a few minutes behind intersecting blocks but that was to be expected. Nocturne said he would be close, didn't he?

In a nearby alley way, the was an incredible ruckus. Someone getting thrown into a trashcan by the sounds of it. Three guys getting beat up by someone in strange gear. White robe bottoms with a more modern button-down shirt, and authentic samurai padding along his shoulder. A modern day ninja? A yakuza member for sure. With Nocturne around, Yakuza dealings were incredibly hush hush in Shizuoka. Seemingly Emily struck gold. With the three gentleman beaten and bruised, the ninja almost instantaneously reappeared along the rooftops edge. "This ain't your turf, girl." He snarled. He leaned into his right arm that was already supporting him, and pushed himself into a handstand before flipping back upright. Agile? Yes. Quiet? Scarily so. Fast? Very. And his quirk? It was hard to tell. It was a bit like Nocturne... the dark was this man's friend.