marvel: I am the fusion of mob psycho and Saiki K

(Author's note thank you Clinton_Fraley for the power stone)

Kaito locked the door behind him and let out a breath, tossing his bag onto the couch. The TV flickered to life as he pressed the remote, and the bright, polished image of Tony Stark addressing a press conference filled the screen. Kaito froze as the billionaire leaned into the microphone and declared, "I am Iron Man."

"Of course he is," Kaito muttered, shaking his head. He flipped through a few more channels, catching glimpses of other news stations dissecting the revelation. With a sigh, he reached for his phone, checking for a notification from his mother in Japan. Relief washed over him when he saw the transfer notification—a modest but sufficient amount.

He pocketed his phone and headed out into the bustling streets of Manhattan. His first stop was a clothing shop where he purchased a tight-fitting black shirt, tan baggy training pants, a black belt, and martial arts slippers. The outfit felt right—a blend of practicality and symbolism for the path he was carving.

Next, he visited a nearby blacksmith. It took some convincing and a generous advance payment, but the craftsman agreed to forge a unique weapon: a thick, single-edged blade with three engine-like holes running along the spine. The hilt was intricate, mechanical in design, and the hand guard extended protectively over the grip. The handle, by contrast, was simpler, covered in stitched cloth and adorned with a ribbon at the base. Hours later, when the weapon was complete, Kaito named it Dragon-Bone.

Holding the blade in his hands, he channelled his energy into it, imbuing it with a kinetic charge. The engines at the back hummed faintly as they absorbed and stored the force. With a flick of his wrist, the energy surged back, propelling the blade forward with immense power. The blacksmith watched in awe as Kaito tested the weapon, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Perfect," Kaito said, sheathing the sword.

Back at his apartment, Kaito suited up in his new attire, slinging Dragon-Bone across his back. The city lights glinted through his window as he stepped onto the fire escape, blending into the night. The rhythm of "Samurai & Bullshit" by Notorious B.I.G. and Nujabes played through his headphones, setting the tone as he began his mission.

Fight One: Alleyway Ambush

A group of six gang members cornered a terrified man in a dark alley. Kaito materialized from the shadows, his body shimmering with a ghostly translucence.

"Hey, what the hell is that?" one thug yelled, raising his bat.

Kaito didn't answer. With a burst of super speed, he closed the distance, his fist colliding with the thug's stomach. The man crumpled as Kaito phased through him, reappearing behind another attacker. A spinning kick sent the second thug sprawling.

The remaining four opened fire, but the bullets passed harmlessly through Kaito's intangible form. He projected a psychic construct—a shimmering blade—and used it to disarm the nearest shooter before erecting a force field to block the others.

Within moments, the gang was subdued. Kaito searched their pockets, finding a wad of cash and a key to a nearby safe house. Teleporting the contents of their safe—including cash, gold bars, and small bags of diamonds—to his apartment, he left the scene before the police arrived.

Fight Two: Warehouse Showdown

Inside a dimly lit warehouse, a larger gang held a meeting, their table piled high with stolen goods. Kaito observed from a rafter above, his senses heightened. He dropped down silently, his density reduced to avoid making a sound.

He unleashed a burst of fear induction, causing several gang members to cower. Those who resisted found themselves facing his duplicates, each armed with a psychic weapon. The fight was swift but intense, the gang's desperation no match for Kaito's precision and agility.

When the last man fell, Kaito rummaged through their stash, teleporting several safes and crates of valuables back to his apartment. He carved a message into the table with Dragon-Bone: "This city is under my protection."

Fight Three: Street-Level Chaos

A gang war erupted on the streets, the chaos endangering civilians. Kaito moved between combatants like a phantom, using force fields to shield bystanders and energy projections to incapacitate aggressors.

At one point, he faced a leader wielding a modified rifle. The man fired a grenade, but Kaito caught it mid-air with a psychic construct, hurling it back to disarm a group of enforcers.

With the conflict subdued, Kaito gathered evidence from the scene, ensuring the gangs couldn't regroup easily. He left before the authorities arrived, his headphones still playing the soulful beats of his soundtrack.

By the time Kaito returned home, the moon hung high in the sky. His apartment was now a treasure trove of stolen riches—money, gold, and jewels, all ready to fund his mission. He placed Dragon-Bone on a stand by the window, the blade gleaming in the city's glow.

As he sat on his couch, exhaustion creeping in, he allowed himself a small smile. "Not bad for a night's work," he said, the faint hum of his weapon resonating in agreement.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, Kaito had carved his place in the shadows of Manhattan.