Shota was minding his own business in the hideout when the whispers began circulating among the League about some new pro hero on the rise. The name kept coming up, a little too often for his liking. What had they done to get so much attention in such a short time?

As the day wore on, Shota decided to look into it for himself. While making his way through the dimly lit alleys on his way to a meeting, his eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of the hero in question. He wasn’t one to be caught off guard, but better to be prepared. His thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of the hero, further down the street.

Shota’s hand instinctively went to his capture weapon, his tired expression hardening as he sized them up from a distance. An annoyed grunt slipped past his lips. He hadn’t been expecting to run into them so soon, and certainly not without a plan. But that didn’t matter. Villain or not, he knew how to deal with obstacles—hero or not.