MHA Chaos' Whims Chapter 6: A Summoner? (Patreon)

Yes!

Hell yeah!

Hell fucking yeah!

After all the trash tier pulls, those 2 bronze tickets I had actually brought me something that went beyond useful.

Taking a breath, I tried to still my shaking hands, and slow the rapid beats of my heart as I looked back down at the windows floating in front of me.

[HK-47

|Rare Familiar|

Star Wars - "Defiant Statement: There is nothing you can do to me." HK is an incredibly experienced and advanced Assassin Droid, being extremely skilled in all forms of combat and sorts of weapons, as well as in combating and assassinating enemies thanks to his brilliant computational mind and engineering. He is also a very skilled mechanic. He comes equipped with standard droid gear, such as a blaster.]

[The Doll

|Common Familiar|

Bloodborne - A simple doll animated through eldritch means, she possesses no powers or combat ability by herself. But her body is quite lifelike, and she possesses fairly competent skills in taking care of others.(No blood echoes or bloodborne mechanics carry over)]

I was a big fan of both the franchises the gacha had pulled from this time, Star Wars as a brand a massive part of my childhood like so many others, while Bloodborne was a challenging game I thoroughly enjoyed from a game studio that consistently dropped nothing but heat.

Too bad they were fumbling that Bloodborne remaster or remake.

Games that I might never play aside, while I wasn’t sure what to do with The Doll, I’m surprised something like that would be included in the gacha in the first place, HK-47 was another matter entirely. An assassin droid that came equipped with a futuristic blaster and, naturally, assassination protocols.

An assassin, bodyguard, backup in an actual fight, a scout.

He wasn’t a guarantee or anything, but damn did it feel like my odds of surviving early plot stuff skyrocketed with a familiar that could serve so many purposes being pulled.

“Katsu! Breakfast is ready!”

But this wasn’t the time or place to be testing out new familiars.

The windows vanished as I reached through it, grabbing my bag off the hooks of my desk and leaving my room, joining Aunt Nozomi at the table.

A source of tickets in the form of the apparently obsessed Toga. A familiar that was more than likely capable of holding his own against some of the super powered threats I might end up being faced with. And more than enough freedom to keep training so that I could hopefully do that myself if necessary.

Life was good.

“You’re looking extra happy about something.” Aunt Nozomi said, raising a brow.

“Oh, uh-“ I guess it was really showing on my face but its not like I could help it. After so many trash pulls, who wouldn’t be happy?

“Did you finally make a friend at school?”

“…Yes.” More like I found myself a gold mine that could cave in on me if I wasn’t careful but close enough.

She smiled. “That’s good. You know I’ve been wondering why you’ve been going out more, you should’ve told me earlier.” She said. “Is he one of your classmates or just another student at the school?”

“She’s another student.”

“Oh, a girl? Has...do I need to give you the talk?” She questioned, hesitating a little.

“Aunt Nozomi, I’m not a baby and it’s not like that.” I said. I kind of forgot how young I was at times and how at this age, just about any interaction with the opposite gender meant family members acting like there was supposed to be some flirting going on off that fact alone. It’d been a pain to deal with once. “We just have the same gym period. That’s it.”

“Hey, you never know.” She said with a small laugh. “If you ever do need money to hang out with this friend of yours, let me know.” And it was times like this that I was reminded she was less a full on mom and more the cool aunt filling in.

Kind of made me wonder if I’d ever see my father at all. Not really sure I was prepared to tackle that in any way.

Finishing up my food, after a quick hug and slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my skateboard, soon skating my way through the early morning streets, Aunt Nozomi letting me head to school on my own too.

A distinct caw came from above, Scarlet lowering her flight beside my head and catching the few leftovers I’d hidden away in my hands for her. Did she need to eat? I didn’t think so, but she seemed to enjoy food of any kind, so I didn’t have much of a reason not to feed her when she was up above carrying out look out duty at all times since I pulled her.

HK-47.

Yeah, things were starting to come together.

XOXO

Book, binder, and pencil bag set up on my desk, I leaned back in my chair, glancing around the room. I still didn’t talk much with most of my classmates so there wasn’t much to see but there was a new face coming around more often this week.

Toga was talking with two of her friends who happened to be my classmates closer to the front of the room.

A coincidence that she was suddenly deciding to show up here now? I think not.

Looking to my side, I gaze outside the window, watching Scarlet fly about among other birds. Even with our connection I could still lose her at times if she merged with any murders in the area.

Eye color aside, I wondered if anyone could tell that she wasn’t any ordinary crow with a quirk. Would quirks even be able to affect anything I got from the gacha system? Having some way to figure out whether or not abilities like Aizawa’s could ever be a problem would be nice, but I doubted an opportunity like that was just going to fall into my lap.

“Good morning, Akaguro.”

“Morning.” I faced forward, greeted with the smiling of Toga coming to a stop in front of my desk, her arms held behind her back. Honestly, with the uniform she and all the other girls were in, I should’ve noticed that it matched what the rare image of her pre murdering days showed. Even the male counterpart, with dark blue pants and blue blazers adhered to the same color scheme. “You know classes start soon, don’t you?”

“Why do you always sound like you’re trying to get rid of me?” She pouted. “You should start by asking how my day’s going.”

“How’s your day going?”

“Good.” She said her sharp eyes trailing down from my face to the hand on my desk, some new bandages wrapped around one of my fingers. “If you’re so bad at it, why do you still ride around on a skateboard? Aren’t you worried about getting hurt?”

That was just my general excuse for everyone who noticed and asked about the injuries I had. I was really feeling that ten day cool down.

“I like doing it. And it just a few bumps and scratches.” I said shrugging.

“I guess that’s a good reason.” She admitted, shifting a bit and leaning forward. “How do you feel about video games and singing?”

“You mean arcades and karaoke?”

“Wow, you guessed that quick. My friends and I were planning on going after school.” Toga admitted. “Want to come along?”

So far, she’d only come by for casual good mornings, but I guess with it being Saturday, my ticket farm was upping things and inviting me out.

She was good I would say. Even her passing interesting in my injuries wouldn’t have raised a red flag if I didn’t know about her beforehand, that popular nice girl act perfected. I wonder how much of it was just as act in the first place.

“Sorry but I’m busy after school.” I couldn’t be skipping out on training, especially with a new familiar in my back pocket, but I also couldn’t let the offer to meet up outside of school completely slip away either. “I can hang out on Sundays though.”

“Really?” Toga said, head tilted and a finger brought up to her chin. She suddenly held out that hand. “Can I see your phone then?”

Like I was going to let her touch my phone.

“Toga, please get a move on before you end up tardy.” My class’s teacher said as she stepped into the room. Toga pouted a little but walked past my desk, waving.

“I’ll see you later, Akaguro.” She said cheerfully.

Popular enough to be known, and from what I’ve seen, pretty well liked by the school’s staff too. She must’ve had good grades alongside the outgoing attitude and looks. It really was jarring to know that same friendly girl was the one to kill a classmate and end up so screwed up in the head.

While it was possible that something similar never happened, I’d rather not bother too much with that idea and get what I could out of our interactions.

That desire she had for blood and all that suppression made her a ticking time bomb.

XOXO

“Query: Have you summoned me to kill, master? My sensors have picked up many meatbags in our immediate area.”

Metal body made of orange-red material that looked similar to copper, HK-47 stood tall over me, his eyes baring their customary glow and a blaster held in both hands, the pond I liked to hang around just behind him. Comforting as it was for one of the first words to come out his mouth, microphones, or whatever a droid used to speak, to be master and a request for my permission to do something, the whole killing and meatbags part was the opposite.

On one hand, I couldn’t be surprised. This was HK-47. On the other, how would he react to almost never being able to kill anything in this world?

“With the sole exception of someone actively trying to kill me or anyone else I designate, default to nonlethal measures when engaging in combat with anyone unless I say otherwise.” I ordered.

“Confirmation: Understood, master.” HK-47 said. “Commentary: I act only as you instruct me, even if that means being-“ He paused, the replication of a human’s gulp leaving him. “-non-violent.”

So, he wasn’t thrilled about it but accepted the order without question. I really wished I hadn’t skimmed the guide but I’m pretty sure that Chaos Gacha stuff mentioned familiars being unquestionable loyal to me. Still, HK-47 wasn’t the most ideal thing to test the extent of that loyalty with.

“You know a lot about fighting, don’t you?” I asked.

“Confirmation: Indeed, master! In addition to assassination, my database contains data on countless forms of combat and weaponry.” He explained, actual excitement, or something close to it, in his robotic voice. “If there are anything you meatbags are good for, it is discovering new and intriguing ways to kill each other.”

He wasn’t exactly lying there.

“Have you ever had to teach any of that to someone?”

“Exasperated Response: Master, I am an assassination droid, not an educator droid.” He really did sound exasperated too.

“So, you can’t do it?”

“Objection: Those were not my words, master. There are simply other matters my construction and capabilities would better suit.” Hk-47 said, looking around. “Observation: Master, you appear rather…underdeveloped, even by the standards of some of the weakest meatbags I have logged. I surmise that the instructor you require is for yourself?”

“That was the idea.” I said. “If it’s not something you want to do, you don’t have to.”

HK-47’s angular head tilted slightly, faint whirls coming from him. “Confirmation: Instruction is indeed something I care little for. However, I suspect your termination may be the end of my current operation. To that end…I will help train you, master. Though I warn you, your fragile sloshing flesh will never compare to the chassis of a droid.”

Perfect. I figured with all that data in him he should be able help with training even if he was reluctant about it. Hell, I imagined he was fitted with so much equipment he could probably already put together a far more wholistic training routine than what I’d been doing in this forest.

“Query: Master, what is this creature?” HK-47 questioned, robotically turning his head in an effort to shake off Scarlet who had landed on the thin black pole sticking out from the corner of his head.

The main difference between the two other than the obvious was two fold.

HK-47 took far more of my energy, nearly half of it, plus the measly bit that connected me to Scarlet, leaving me with much less energy than I was used to.

Fighting with actual combat orientated summons would cut into the energy I had for things like Enflame.

The second was the time and focus it took to summon HK-47 in the first place. With Scarlet it’d been almost immediate but it taken full seconds I’d need to keep more exact track later when it came to HK.

I don’t think I’d be summoning him if someone was already in the middle of beating the shit out of me.

“That’s Scarlet. I guess she kind of has seniority over you.” I said, refocusing on the pair.

“Commentary: Seniority? This stupid bundle of feathers?” Scarlet squawked, poking at his metal head. “Request: You must do away with this creature at once, master. It serves no purpose now that I am here.”

They were going to get along great.