Descent into Villainy!

The air felt heavy with tension as Master Ebuka, the self-proclaimed villain of villains, surveyed his surroundings in the chaotic remains of Tokyo. His sharp crimson cape fluttered behind him as he adjusted the silver trim of his dark overcoat. As he walked through the clean streets, he muttered to himself.

"If your plane were to run out of fuel," he muttered to himself, recalling his earlier musings, "you'd think Tokyo would be the worst place to land. And you'd be right." His scornful gaze took in the bustling streets that somehow still thrived in this self proclaimed apocalyptic nightmare. "I have been researching countries across the world and no place makes me scream in terror more than Tokyo. Horrible people, self-centered attitudes, and worst of all... anime. A blight upon the earth."

But meanwhile, from above was a boy with Pink hair, wearing a green and white uniform. He quickly noticed that the perspective had switched to him.

"One thing I hate the most is self-centered people like him. When I used my future sight, I had a feeling he'd end up here. But it seems sabotaging his plane brought him here faster than not."

He prepared to lift off from the building's edge, as the wind blew through his clothes.

"Good Grief."

As he wandered aimlessly, drawn by his chaotic instincts, Master Ebuka found himself standing before PK Academy. His lip curled. "This place reeks of teenage melodrama. How utterly insufferable."

Before he could turn away, a figure approached—a girl with radiant blue eyes and an aura that seemed to sparkle. Kokomi Teruhashi, the school's goddess, was impossibly perfect, her beauty unmatched and her confidence boundless. She was the kind of person who thought the world revolved around her—and in this school, it might as well have.

(この人は面白そうです.世界で一番かわいい女の子にちょっとしたお願いをされても,彼は気にしないだろうな.)

"This one looks promising. Surely, no one could refuse a request from the cutest girl in the world."

With a practiced smile, she tilted her head and spoke in a voice dripping with charm. "ねえ,斉木とデートしたいんだけど,緊張して誘えないんだ.彼とのデートのセッティングを手伝ってくれませんか?"

("Hey, I want to go on a date with Saiki, but I'm too nervous to ask him. Can you help me set it up?")

Master Ebuka's brow twitched. Did this girl just assume I, the supreme mastermind of chaos, would stoop to being a matchmaker?! His glare was icy. "I don't do favors, least of all for delusional, egotistical schoolgirls. I am not a moronic simp; I am Master Ebuka the villain of villains. Hell, who even is this Saiki you speak off?."

Nearby, Kusuo Saiki, the unassuming psychic who preferred to remain unnoticed, sighed as he materialized on the scene. "エブカ様,彼女を拒否することは考えないでください.そうしないと後悔します." ("Master Ebuka, I advise you not to refuse her. You'll regret it.")

Ebuka snorted derisively. "Ignoring the fact that you know my name for some reason, you should consider screwing off! Regret? Ha! Who do you think you're talking to? I'm Master Ebuka! No teenage girl or psychic brat can outwit me."

Saiki's expression remained impassive, but there was a glimmer of pity in his gaze. "残念ですが,私が彼に警告しなかったとは言えません." ("Well, don't say I didn't warn you.")

True to form, Teruhashi's dazzling smile faltered for the first time, her porcelain features twisting into a mask of anger. "完璧な美しさを持つ私を彼が避けるなんて?! あのメイスター・イブカの代償は払ってやる!" ("He dared refuse me, the epitome of beauty?! Master Ebuka will pay for this!")

Ebuka waved her off dismissively, muttering under his breath. "Yeah, yeah. Cry about it. See if I care." He didn't notice her crocodile tears rapidly summoning an army of enraged simps, all seemingly wearing some merch of her face. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by dozens of furious students, all brandishing an unsettling mix of makeshift weapons and sincere devotion.

"This," Ebuka hissed as he cracked his knuckles, "is not what I signed up for."

A wild chase ensued, with Ebuka weaving through the labyrinthine halls of PK Academy as Teruhashi's fan club pursued him with the fervor of zealots. Master Ebuka was now the most wanted individual in the school building, and they would stop at nothing to find him. He needed an escape plan and fast!

"She's...strong!" he said, after heavy panting. "But no matter! My genius intellect will carry me out of this place with ease!"

He could feel eyes on him. He quickly fled too another location. And in the hallway, seemingly indecisive, locked himself in a locker.

At this point, the pink-haired boy had teleported directly infront of it, using his X-ray vision to look through. Seemingly nodding in confirmation, he quickly disappeared again.

Then, the Master heard a significant rumble, of around 1600 armed men. The locker he was in seemingly disappeared from what he could only describe as a Psychic force.

His escape was almost in sight—until Saiki, true to his neutral observer nature, "accidentally" let slip his location to the mob.

"How dare you make Kokomi cry?!" one shouted.

"You monster!" yelled another.

It dawned on Ebuka—far too late—that he had unintentionally enraged the entire school.

"You traitorous psychic brat!" Ebuka roared as he narrowly dodged a projectile notebook aimed at his head.

"What?! That backstabbing brat sold me out?!" Ebuka growled, slamming his fists against the desk.

The fan club burst through the doors, leaving him no choice but to use his trump card: the Chaos Emeralds. "Playtime is over. Time to vacate this place."

He unleashed a massive surge of energy, rocketing through the halls at supersonic speed. "Haha! Just as I suspected. Once again, I've defied the odds—"

For some reason, a member of the club happened to have an anti chaos gun. Odd.

His victory was short-lived. The fan club ambushed him mid-flight, dragging him down and beating him senseless. Teruhashi appeared moments later, her smile victorious.

"Well, Master Ebuka," she cooed, "協力してくれるって言ったでしょ?"

Defeated, bruised, and humiliated, Ebuka had no choice but to surrender. "Fine. I'll set up your date with Saiki. Just... call off your goons."

Teruhashi's triumphant smile was as radiant as the sun, though to Ebuka, it felt like a blinding spotlight exposing his failures. She crossed her arms, her words laced with her usual arrogance. "I knew you'd come around eventually, Master Ebuka. A wise man knows his place. Remember, this world revolves around me—not you."

Ebuka clenched his fists, his thoughts boiling with resentment. Disgraceful. Humiliated by a teenage girl. This has to be the lowest point of my career as a villain. I wish we'd never crash-landed in this insufferable country.

Before he could stew any longer, Saiki appeared, his expression as unreadable as ever. His presence, as always, was both unassuming and maddeningly serene.

"You were warned not to anger Teruhashi," Saiki said, his tone calm but tinged with an air of finality.

Ebuka glared at him, his frustration bubbling over. "Shut up! I didn't ask for your useless opinion!"

Saiki, ever composed, shrugged. "Yet here you are, suffering the consequences. If you'd simply said yes to her sooner, none of this would've happened."

Ebuka didn't dignify him with a response. Instead, he stormed off, his pride shredded into itty bitty pieces.. I should destroy her for this humiliation, he thought bitterly. But no—doing so would turn me into public enemy number one in this ridiculous country.

Unfortunately for him, the fallout from his concessions was only beginning.

A few hours later, Teruhashi was able to rent a secluded restaurant.

And boy, was the date between Saiki and Teruhashi was nothing short of a nightmare for the Master.

This is my chance to regain some pride! I'll do something so nasty, that it destroys this date!

Unfortunately for the master, he again forgot he was going up against a psychic.

Is that so? Saiki thought to himself. Good Grief.

Using his power to make intricate illusions, Saiki flashbanged the Master with a truly disgusting sight! Affection!

Despite his best efforts to sabotage the outing, his plans backfired spectacularly. In a moment of pure horror, he witnessed Teruhashi kiss Saiki under the romantic glow of the evening sun. The sight was enough to churn his cold, villainous stomach. He staggered back, nauseous, before retching into the nearest bush.

This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought miserably. To make matters worse, his meddling had somehow strengthened their relationship rather than fracturing it. What began as an 80% compatibility rating had soared to an unprecedented 115%. The irony was suffocating.

Saiki on the other hand, simply smiled as he savoured his free coffee jelly.

He grit his teeth. Of all the places in the world, why had fate stranded him here, in the one country he could least tolerate? Japan. He clenched his fists, muttering under his breath. I'd rather live in North Korea than endure this purgatory.

Anger surged through him. So much so, that it ignited his powers. A chaotic, dark energy crackled around his hand, fusing into a Chaos Spear. Without hesitation, he hurled it skyward with all his might. The spear rocketed into the stratosphere, its power so immense that it orbited the Earth five times in a second, before descending toward Tokyo.

It struck with a resounding crash—not at his intended target but at a random street corner. Unbeknownst to him, the spear's impact inadvertently changed the course of a bizarre event. A deranged yandere from some Netflix anime had been moments away from stabbing a girl named Anzu Hoshino. The spear obliterated the attacker, leaving Anzu miraculously unharmed.

Of course, this should have been inconsequential to Master Ebuka. Yet as the dust settled, Anzu, her wide, teary eyes brimming with gratitude, turned toward him.

"エブカ様," she whispered reverently, "命を救ってくれてありがとう…"

Master Ebuka's stomach sank. He didn't understand her words, but the tone was clear enough: gratitude. No, worse than gratitude—devotion.

Not again.

He stepped back, scowling, but Anzu followed, clutching her hands to her chest as though she were declaring her undying love. He groaned internally. "This isn't going to end well," he muttered.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world in Qatar, Lucy lounged in a plush chair inside her luxurious villa. A drone camera feed displayed Ebuka's predicament on a large screen. She sipped her champagne, her lips curving into a frown.

"Oh, you pitiful thing," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Don't worry, Master. I'll rescue you from that cesspit soon enough."

She placed her glass down and snapped her fingers, summoning a nearby assistant. "Prepare a first-class seat on Qatar Airways Flight 813. It departs tomorrow at 11:55 PM. Everything must be perfect. If Master Ebuka's not satisfied, it's your job on the line."

The assistant nodded nervously. "Yes, ma'am. I'll see to it immediately."

Lucy leaned back, smirking to herself. "Just hold on a little longer, Master. Soon, you'll be in paradise—with me."

Back in Tokyo, things were going downhill fast. Anzu had dragged Master Ebuka into what could only be described as a date, despite his vehement objections. Now, they sat awkwardly at a café, the chirpy atmosphere grating on his nerves.

"This is agony," he thought, staring at his untouched coffee. Could this day possibly get any worse?

Anzu leaned across the table, her cheeks flushed. "素晴らしい時間を過ごさせていただきましたマスター.キスしてもいいですか?"

Ebuka froze. Never mind. It just got worse.

As he scrambled for a way to deflect her words, his phone buzzed. Relief washed over him—until he saw the caller ID. Lucy.

"Hello," he snapped, answering the call. "What do you want?"

"Oh, don't be so grumpy, Master," Lucy replied cheerfully. "I've arranged a flight to Doha for you. It leaves tomorrow night. Don't be late."

Ebuka's expression shifted from irritation to grim satisfaction. "Finally, some good news. I'll be there."

"Also, learn how to talk to girls will ya?"

But his words hadn't gone unnoticed. Anzu's cheerful demeanor vanished, replaced by wide, hurt eyes. Her lip quivered as she stared at him.

"You hate it here?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He didn't respond. He didn't need to. Her expression twisted into fury.

"どうしてそんなひどいことを言えるのでしょうか?!" she shouted. "その代金は私が支払ってもらいます!"

He arched an eyebrow. "Are you threatening me? You've no idea who you're dealing with."

But Anzu was no ordinary adversary. She lunged at him with surprising ferocity, unleashing a flurry of blows faster than the eye could see. Caught off guard, Ebuka found himself overwhelmed. She delivered a decisive blow, leaving him crumpled on the pavement, bruised and humiliated. Again.

From her villa, Lucy watched the spectacle with growing concern. She sighed and picked up her phone again. "Oh, Master," she said softly, "you're hopeless without me. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're safe soon enough."