Chapter 3: "The Arrival of Saitoki Arima"

Akira was sitting in the interrogation room, staring blankly at the table in front of him. The events of the day had left him feeling numb and confused. He knew he had acted on pure instinct to save the child, but the consequences of his actions had been catastrophic.

The door opened, and two police officers walked in, accompanied by a man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit. The man had piercing eyes and an intense aura around him. He introduced himself as Saitoki Arima, a member of the Superhuman Unit of the government task force.

"Mr. Akira, we've been informed about your abilities," Saitoki said, his voice stern. "You have endangered the lives of innocent people by acting irresponsibly. You should have thought about the consequences of your actions before using your powers."

Akira flinched as Saitoki punched him in the face. He realized that he was in no position to argue, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

The officers left the room, leaving Akira alone with Saitoki. "Listen, kid," Saitoki said, his voice softening. "I understand that you wanted to save the child, but you have to learn to control your powers. You can't just act on impulse and put people's lives in danger."

Akira looked up at Saitoki, feeling a sense of respect for him. He knew that Saitoki was right, and he had a lot to learn.

Saitoki stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll talk to the authorities and see what I can do to help you out," he said, before leaving the room.

As Akira sat in the interrogation room, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him. He knew that he had a lot to learn about his powers and how to control them. And he couldn't shake the feeling that Saitoki Arima was going to play a significant role in his journey.

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A week had passed since Akira's arrest, and he had been held in a small cell in the police station. He had been interrogated several times, but each time he had refused to speak, knowing that any word he said could be used against him. He knew that he had killed someone, and he was ready to face the consequences.

But today was different. He was sitting in his cell, lost in thought, when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Saitoki Arima, the man who had punched him in the face a few days ago, standing outside his cell.

"Get up, kid. We need to talk," said Arima.

Akira stood up, and the cell door opened. He followed Arima out of the cell and into a small interrogation room.

"So, what do you want?" asked Akira, his voice filled with anger.

"I want to make you an offer," said Arima, ignoring Akira's tone. "I've been watching you for a while, and I think you have potential. You have powers, and you're young. I want to train you to become a hero."

"A hero? You mean like you?" asked Akira skeptically.

"Yes, like me. I work for the government's Superhuman Task Force. We're a team of heroes who use our powers to protect the people of this country," explained Arima.

"Why should I trust you?" asked Akira.

"Because I'm the only one who can help you control your powers. You don't know how to use them yet, but with my training, you could become one of the most powerful heroes in this country," said Arima.

Akira thought for a moment, weighing his options. He didn't have much to lose, and he knew that he needed to learn how to control his powers if he wanted to use them for good.

"Okay, I'll do it. But what about my case? I killed someone, and I need to face the consequences," said Akira.

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it. All you need to focus on is your training. We'll work on your control and combat skills, and once you're ready, you'll join my team," said Arima.

Akira nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he was taking a big risk by trusting Arima, but he didn't have much of a choice.

"Okay, I'll do it," said Akira, shaking Arima's hand.

"Good. We start tomorrow. Be ready," said Arima, as he walked out of the interrogation room.

As Akira sat back down in his cell, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He had no idea what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a purpose.