Over prepared, under involved.

"So you have some information that could give us access to the Hasseikai's locations?" Nighteye asked, clearly still distrustful on my words.

"Well, that depends on how capable you are, to be honest. After all, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink." I said.

"Are you insulting me? On your first day here?" Nighteye asked, leaning forward onto his desk, now angered.

"I am questioning your willingness to use your quirk to it's fullest extent to solve this case. I've heard about your self imposed limits, after all."

Nighteye sighed.

"Just tell me what you know." He said, leaning back into his chair, and gesturing at me to begin.

"Alright then. Let's start from the basics. Do you know about underground MMA brawl tournaments?"

"Yes. What about them?" Nighteye asked.

"Would I be right to assume that they are illegal?" I posited.

"Yes, they are illegal. Why do you ask?" Nighteye responded.

"So it would be safe to assume that a willing and voluntary participant would be treated as a criminal?" I asked.

"They certainly would." Nighteye said, a curious smile spreading on his otherwise stoic face.

"And if someone were to harbor one such criminal they could be said to be an accomplice?" I asked.

"That...could be considered." He said, after taking a moment to think.

"Do you happen to have the contact information of the rabbbit hero, Mirko?" I said, derailing the conversation.

"I do. But I don't understand where this is coming from or going to for that matter?" He asked.

"Well, it happened a couple weeks ago. I was investigating underground MMA rings for a piece, and happened to chance upon a particularly juicy rumor.

A previous champion and known battle junkie, by the name of Rappa is currently under the Hasseikai's employment.

This certain Rappa is also a known associate of another battle junkie, a certain rabbit hero, Mirko. I think you see where I'm going with this?" I explained.

"You want to ask Mirko to help capture him and use him as an excuse to assault the Hasseikai's headquarters?" Nighteye smiled wide, and speculated.

"Bingo!" I said, pointing at him.

"And might I ask, why you, a student of UA high, happen to know of such detailed information?" Nighteye asked.

"I have my sources." I said, mirroring his sentiment.

"And these sources would be?" Mirio asked.

"Secret. A journalist never bares their sources. Who'd trust me with information, if I did that? I have spent two years building up a reputation in the community. Can't be throwing an entire information network for small fish like the Hasseikai, now can I?" I said with a flourish.

Nighteye sat in his chair, contemplating for a moment.

Then he spoke hesitantly.

"If, and this is a big if, we could get into the Hasseikai's headquarters, we'd still need more detailed information about their members, strengths and quirks. I imagine they won't go down without a fight." He said.

"Oh, that's easy enough. They have eight special members called the eight holy somethings. I don't recall the moniker.

They have a barrier user, one brawler, that would be Rappa, one person with a stabby paralysis quirk, another with an interrogation quirk, one drunk who can transfer his drunkenness to others in a small radius, one tiny guy that can mimic the properties of his surroundings, and one giant that can drain people's powers or stamina or some such. I just remember he had a draining quirk.

There are three more people in a team, one that can grow crystals of some sort, another that can chew through stuff and the last that can do something relating to taking stuff from people. Small scale teleportation, maybe. It's uncertain.

Then there's the young master, Overhaul himself. I'm sure you know all about him. And that's that." I said.

"You...you're very thoroughly prepared for this aren't you?" Mirio asked.

"Not nearly enough to take them on alone. That's why I came here for my internship. I figured you'd be investigating the recent intrusions into the city by the Hasseikai and have sufficient connections in the community to pull off something this big. I just have one condition. I want in on it." I demanded.

Nighteye stood up from his chair and walked over to me, patting my back.

"You did good. And of course, you're in." He said with a smile, trying to use his quirk on me. Probably to check whether I am a spy or not.

Just what I wanted.

Immediately, I disabled his quirk and input a trance vision into his mind.

He shook violently, as if he were having a heart attack, before collapsing onto the floor.

Instantly, I knelt by his side, acting scared and panicked.

"Sir? Sir Nighteye? Are you okay?" I asked as Centipeder called the ambulance.

Of course, I knew he'd be fine. After he had experienced and memorized the vision that is.

Just the way I designed it to be.

All according to plan.