CHAPTER ONE
A/N
Who likes some good ol' crack with broken as shit powers?
This one'll have Pokemon, Hero Aca, a decent amount of Fate (mostly translated into Pkmn{as a small side note, that was disturbingly easy to translate things over}) and a BBB reference. You'll see what I mean real quick hehehehehe. Enjoy the madness, my good readers. (Additional note: I'm not good at pure crack, so this'll be crack treated seriously I guess… also featuring un-Flanderized Hatsume 'cuz I can (and Prana things.))OTHER other note: No romance. Nu-uh, if someone else wants to, sure, but I can't write romance to save my life.
A boom echoed out as her newest baby began to shake, but she had one last thought before a loud crash echoed and the floor collapsed; for once it wasn't her fault.
Ah, I'm glad you're all here, and you can get up now, all your injuries are gone for the moment. The voice didn't echo, but the white space was a bizarre thing to wake up to. Izuku, you have been chosen to fight in this war, don't worry about why, but if you win then you have access to any wish you would like. If one of the other students in this war are killed here, they will be killed in reality once this is all over, with none the wiser but the winner. Your goal is to kill the enemy Servants that will be handed to each of you, a different class for each and differing strengths for each class.
He froze at 'kill,' voice frantic as the voice began to fade away. "Wait! What do you mean servants? Are you the one that made the building collapse?" By this point, he had begun to push himself to his feet, face filled with determination as One for All flared deep in his chest, a strange tingling feeling his body as he could feel more than 15% of the quirk igniting like a bonfire, (and he was fine and felt sturdier what?)"What did you do to my friends!"
The voice only chuckled, a smug amusement flickering through Deku's mind before the white faded, plopping him in front of a Beedrill. Guess he wasn't kidding. A frown crossed the childish face as he flared One for All again, that same sensation filling him as Beedrill's red eyes flashed, the bug type buzzing around as if appraising the green haired boy. A fairly high pitched, almost feminine-but-still-male voice spoke in his mind. Are you my Master? Uh, Beedrill? I-I don't… The voice's words flashed through his head again, green eyes blazing with determination. Yes. If we're doing this, then I am your Master. A hesitant grimace split his lips, holding out his hand. If we are stuck doing this anyway, then, wanna be friends?
The bug's compound eyes gave no hints as to what he was thinking. That would be preferable, thank you. Before we begin, I can feel your curiosity, so, let us begin to strategize. Izuku's eyes widened at the implication of Beedrill feeling his emotions pushed to the side for the moment as his eyes twinkled. Our goal is to have you be the last Servant standing, flying, whatever, yes? That is correct, Master. So does it matter if the other Masters are left alive? No, but I would advise against going easy, even if they are your friends, things buried deep within a person can be revealed once they begin Prana manipulation, do not trust their words. Prana? The bug type shifted for a moment, glancing around and landing as he settled against the concrete wall behind him. Sit down, I shall inform you of my abilities and the function of Prana. This will take some time.
My babies! My precious BABIES they're all GONE and I have nothing to make them with NOOOOO! She let her head rest in her hands, covering her face as she looked around, activating her quirk to make sure nothing was around, an odd tingling in her eyes as her vision filled with static. Are you my Master? A fairly deep, definitely masculine voice echoed in her mind, the lack of vibrations a dead giveaway. What that other voice mentioned? I suppose so. Do you know anywhere we can get supplies to build things? Can you read my thoughts? Oh, maybe you would know! What's happening to my eyes? Slow down, Master. In order, I don't know what voice you mean, no, but I could find and take some for you if need be, yes, as well as your general emotional state, and you seem to be developing Mystic Eyes. Have you never been exposed to Prana before now? His voice was even, a touch of alarm and concern faintly mixing into his tone at the end. Prana? Can it be used in machinery? Is there some secret technique I've been missing all along?
A faint irritation echoed through his mind as he seemed to sigh, the ruffling of feathers an odd familiarity, remind her of the bird-faced member of 1-A. I should make an invention to assist his flight, it could be a rudder-like appendage attached to his-Master. Hmm? The plans for modifications kept running in the background, a practiced factory plotting and stamping out impractical ideas as the thought began to refine itself. Prana is the combination of Od, life force within each creature that is produced continuously, and Mana, the ambient energy within the air, to become Prana, which can be used for Magecraft and is the energy source for all Servants within the war. I would prefer to be able to strategize with you, and from what I can sense of your Od, your eyes should be adjusting within a half an hour.
Mei frowned, crossing her arms as she felt around and slid back against the wall. So, we're trying to defeat the enemy Masters and Servants for any one wish of ours? Do both the Servant and Master get a wish each, or do only the Masters get a wish? You are correct, and both get one wish. Mine is to have my fallen allies rest in peace for the rest of time. His mind seemed to darken for a moment, curling away from her own. What would your goal be, Master? To have as much funding as my babies would ever need! I can do great things for others while fueling my passion for bending the laws of physics, shocking the world. Literally, at some point. A smile had crept its way onto her face by now, imagining the feats her babies would be able to perform and beginning to reverse engineer the most interesting possibilities once more.
Ahem. If you would, what are your specific advantages in a fight? Outside of a fight? Mmm, I'm not a fighter, I create and repair support gear for the Heroes, but we need materials and a safe area to do that. In battle I have a zoom based quirk, so I can see very accurately over up to five kilometers. You? I am an Archer, and as such I am in possession of an extremely powerful Noble Phantasm, a finishing attack, if you will. It can only be used once per day and will exhaust more than a third of my total energy depending on how much Prana goes into it, so we must be careful with it. In addition, I am a long ranged fighter and using Noble Phantasms will generally reveal which legend a servant belongs to, as well as their weaknesses. I have other capabilities for close combat, but that is the gist. I recommend setting up camp for the moment, getting into a fight with you unable to see is less than ideal. I can perform reconnaissance on my own after you are settled in, I can communicate through this mental link over long distances and your keen intellect may be key to winning this war. With that, she got up, almost immediately stumbling before down feathers guided her along, a consistent swoosh and rush of air whenever he moved, similar to a cloak. Camouflage? Too obvious in the city. Hidden grenades? I already have the ability to harden my cloak into a solid Steel Wing at a moment's notice if there is trouble Master.
How? Is this the power of Prana that you mentioned? Can it be used in machines? Another sigh from her feathered friend. It is natural to most Pokemon, yes, and Prana is completely incompatible with modern machinery. Is that a challenge? After we acquire materials, go ahead and try. The rest of the walk was a comforting silence, Hatsume trusting her Servant's guidance as the crunch of leaves began beneath the pair's feet. Is one's wish a personal affair? Are there any side effects to Prana? He was silent for a moment, but she could feel thoughts whirling, a slow, complex dance of dozens of leaves, held together by some invisible force within his mind. It is not something to be shared lightly, but as your Servant, it is my duty to enable you to understand and assist me as best you can. The only real side effect of Prana is enabling repressed emotions to rise to the surface. I can feel that it has awakened your compassion, but I detect no deceit or darkness within you.
She could feel him thrumming with concern at the last bit, a regretful tone as he continued, Unfortunately, I fear that you may need to stamp that compassion out again if we are to win. Compassion towards one's opponents is unwise, and I would prefer that you not fall into the shadows as I have. He curled his mind away again, beginning to withdraw from the mental connection. Wait, her heart ached (when was the last time this happened?) at the thought of his being so, so alone.
Yes, Master? I believe this place is suitable for us to set up camp, I will prepare the trees for us to make camp in, but I must focus for this to be successful. Hatsume shifted, as her eyes popped open, filled with determination. You don't need to be alone, is all. What… what is this? Those are Mystic Eyes, the may be unusual, but there are a specific number of types that there are, and if you tell me what you see, I can identify which type as I complete this. What if I can see everything? What about the lines everywhere? Why is everything such a sky blue? What hap-ARGH! Alarm flared through him, a rising panic as he held her shaking form, curled into a fetal position.
His voice was filled with urgency, a steely determination underneath. What's wrong? I tried to use my quirk and Zoom with my eyes, everything got super bright and the lines widened, dots appearing on them, growing so much larger as the blue got brighter, what's happening to me? Will I be able to use my eyes again? What if I can't invent anymore because I can't see any of the part well enou-Master. Calm down for a moment, just turn toward me, turn off your 'quirk,' it's causing Prana to rush to your eyes and the Mystic Eyes to intensify. I'm sure you'll be fine, and I know every set of Mystic Eyes and their limitations, I can help you with this. Now please, turn over, it'll be fine. His voice was calm and collected, but his thoughts were whipping around faster than her own once an idea popped into her head, the leaves flitting to and fro as panic began to set in. "Take your own advice," She croaked, "Crazy bird." Opening her eyes, she saw the green hood and lightly tan wings, his three fingers wavering over her, a green glow over his 'hand.' He stared at her eyes as his mind locked up, the leaves freezing in the air as the thoughts fell to the ground.
What's wrong? Archer? You have been given a terrible gift. She could feel him itching to adjust his collar and escape, but he stayed right by her side. You have two pairs. Two sets of Mystic Eyes at once, one of which has been fabled to never exist in the first place, the second one of the rarest abilities of our time. How? How could this happen to, to… Someone without anything but her mother and her imagination. From what I can tell, pure luck, if you want to call it that. The first pair is… well, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. They allow the user to see 'death' as lines along an object, the density of the lines is based around a combination of the user's understanding and the foe's vulnerability. The second pair is… complicated. More complicated. The All Seeing Eyes of The Gods were thought a myth… but they grant the user the ability to understand all things they can see, divine true names, detect intent, they're even fabled to be able to seal Apostles in an eternal slumber by simply speaking their true name. With both… you would be unstoppable, if not for your low speed in combat.
Mei's eyes widened, wincing as she began to understand more, the strain beginning to give her a headache, the girl reflexively closing her eyes. She could still see. Wha-All Seeing Eyes. You act as if a simple blindfold will stop such an ability. That will hold it back to reasonable levels, can you still see the lines at the moment? Sorta, they're thinner than hairs. She stood up shakily as Archer began scaling a tree, unfurling his cloak and flapping his wings for balance. He resumed a calm facade, tying leaves together in the canopy, barely visible against the green backdrop.
It was time to see what these eyes could do.
A/N
Y'know how this story is crack? Apparently I run on crack, so enjoy this stint of updates while it lasts lol.
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