Her name is Usagiyama Rumi.

  People called her thus—

  Rabbit Hero, Mirko

  On the day the Japan Hero Billboard Chart was newly proclaimed, what outlasted the rankings was a single vow:

  "I'll kick every last schemer of evil."

  That vow soon became her daily walk. She left sidewalks and cameras behind and, alone, breached the scene. Warehouse iron doors, back stairs under the earth, balconies high where the wind ran backward—wherever her feet fell, those who plotted wickedness collapsed.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  So it was even in the depths beneath Jaku General Hospital, when sirens wailed and the floor split. High-End Nomu by the multitude barred her path; her left arm snapped, tendrils speared her leg—yet her gaze remained fixed upon Shigaraki's capsule.

  On the day the aerial stronghold above U.A. shuddered, she lifted her head. While unnumbered "hands" tightened around her, she endured—a shattered prosthetic, a severed prosthetic—and when her right arm was torn away, even then she held the bearing of a hero to the very end.

  The price was severe: both arms, her right shin, and the tip of her ear. Yet in the hospital's dawn, when she opened her eyes beyond the bandages, what shone there was not discouragement, but the next thing—what comes after.

  Afterward she ran still. She wore arms and legs of steel, yet was not bound by steel. She made the world her battlefield and hunted the remnants of All For One.Amid many combats and much renown, people named her anew

  Bunny the Weapon

  Weapon beyond human. Rabbit born for battle. She received acclamation and cheers, and the world called her a sign of victory.

  Yet none knew the shadow cast behind that name—how the dark of Jaku's underbelly and the despair above U.A. gnawed at her as a wound deep and consuming.

  No one knew. Not even she.

  That the wound was still alive, still breathing, in a hidden chamber of her heart.