The Road Less Travelled... [Seigi/Niso] (SAGA)

Another loathsome night. What was but a simple patrol through the deep, dark, and corrupt alleys of Kabuchiko could be a nominal or quaint experience for many a man, Seigi had no such opinion of these filthy areas. Crime was practically rooted here, a centre of trite and hate that the city of Tokyo had to keep either under tight watch, or no watch at all. Anarchy was not in the cards for humanity, such an act of brutality was not by the coda of Justice. Living life under the strict rule of those from above was also no direction to head towards either: simply put, a united world of Seigi's namesake was the only way to truly progress. The ideal start for such a world was a clear one, and that was to remove the ones who would never accept Justice as the ideal for which all humans to stand tall upon. The faith in Justice these days, however, was soiled, a broken down vehicle to incriminate those who would speak out against the ones in power, and to benefit those who fit snugly inside the pocket of masterminds, dominating their minds with pitiful needs such as currency and cheap thrills at the expense of others. It was sickening to him.

But these were the thoughts that occupied his mind as he walked alone through the desolate walkways and passages of Kabuchiko. One could wonder why a man so driven by the development of humanity was so unspoken, so removed from his own equation. The public democracy named him 'vigilante', a title that was only gifted power from the ones who believed in it, denouncing those as criminals who had yet to be caught, as they acted beyond the law, beyond regulation. The same gift they granted the ones they revered as 'heroes', false idols who upheld nothing but their own fortune, saving others when they deemed it appropriate, without considering if the ones saved could truly believe in Justice, lest they throw caution to the wind and remove their status in the public and become vilified. All these descriptors, meaningless, there was no use for any of them. Everyone within their soul was human. Even the most corrupt, foul, instinct-driven beast that was the result of a quirk was still human. Uniting a front for humanity to succeed was the only way forward. A hero, a villain, a vigilante, none of these things truly mattered.

The silence in the air was palpable, usually there was some kind of meager attempt at a threat happening, whether it be an overzealous fool waiting in the wings to demand for money, so they could fuel a dependency that would crush their life while men profited on their life, or some sort of adolescent with too much pride, wanting to become something more than what they could ever achieve at their station in life, based upon anger and refusal to accept their shortcomings. It was a mercy to force them away, to end their path and send them forth to any kind of future where they would never be able to disrupt Seigi's goal of true Justice. He would seek out any perversions of his ideology, no matter where they lay. After he was done, he would take his birthright as the overseer for all of humanity. Stopping in his patrol, Seigi turned towards the featureless abyss that lay above, the boundary towards the edge of humanity. “Every journey begins with a single step. To refuse it is cowardice.” he said, throwing his wisdom to the black night sky, his breath illuminated in the crackling lamps of yesteryear.