A/N: Ugh, I am finally back from England after being stuck there due to an incident. Jesus Christ, it's so cold there. I've learnt to appreciate Bangkok's hot weather after this; it worse here when it rains though.

Also sorry for the extreme delay. Like I said in December, new stories and personal issues.

Beta by Yuilhan

Beyond and more

"Ah, it's a mess down there," Fuyumi Todoroki remarked out loud. The other parents and guardians mentally agreed.

They were expecting something more like a traditional free-for-all fight. Instead, it turned into their kids banding together to fight just one student, but after seeing the boy produce eleven clones of himself, they couldn't blame them.

Another strong gust of wind rushed through the arena; many people ducked to shield their face or hang on to their valuables. Fuyumi looked around. Other parents and guardians had quickly recovered and were focused on the match again — some seemed to fixate on their own child as if it were them fighting — Fuyumi quickly focused back on her brother as well.

Todoroki was currently fighting one of the female Izuku clones. Things didn't look good for her brother. From what she managed to see when the camera zoomed in, Shouto was sweating bullets — he was likely reaching his overheating point; she had seen something similar happen to their father, the Number Two Hero: Endeavour.

But she really didn't understand why he was the one losing this fight. The ice part of his Quirk should have helped to counter the fire and the heat. Unless the temperature both combatants were using had reached such a point where ice became irrelevant? The heat of that level must have been at a life-threatening degree, and the teachers would have stepped in already if that was the case… right?

Shouto sent out another massive glacier, but, as had happened before, it began to melt into stream and water droplets. Judging from the deterioration rate of the ice, the attack wouldn't even reach his opponent. Nonetheless, his enemy sent out her own wave of flame to meet with the ice.

Fuyumi braced herself, there would likely be another strong blast. The ice and fire met and, as she'd predicted, sent out a shockwave. She gripped her seat armrests. Instead of having to endure another wave, a dome of energy extended from the ground and covered the stage under the dome-like shield, blocking the blast.

The eldest of the Todoroki siblings blinked. Was this U.A.'s new measure to stop the fight from escalating?

The white-haired woman suddenly heard snoring from her left. She turned to her left and saw something she really wasn't expecting. Izuku Midoriya was sitting beside her, sleeping peacefully. Fuyumi's face twisted in confusion. She looked over to the person on the other side of the boy, a deep blue short-haired woman with square glasses (she was Iida Tenya's mother if Fuyumi remembered correctly). The woman looked just as confused as Fuyumi was about Izuku's presence.

"Apologies about him," a new voice said from Fuyumi's right. She twisted her head around and saw another Izuku (this one looked more mature and was wearing a sharp suit and a pair of glasses) standing on the stairs beside her. "'Barrier' is known to nap whenever he uses his Quirk." Fuyumi was at a loss for words, as were the other parents and guardians. "Now, if you will excuse me." Izuku walked away, and a small catering cart followed behind him—seemingly pushed by no one.

"Let me sleep, Wire," Barrier snorted.

Wire just rolled his eyes and made his way down to the foremost seating row; his appearance had caused a stir among people in the booth. He simply held his head high and ignored the stares as he made his way toward his target, his mother.

Inko, hearing the commotion, turned around to discover one of her alternate children. She beamed at him.

Izuku stopped before swinging his hand upward, and the cart behind him rushed to his side. The stern Izuku took out a teapot and four cups before pouring the tea into china cups; Vietnamese Lotus tea, a superior tea, and those Brits would have to fight him to change his mind. With another swing of his hand, all four cups flew toward their targets.

The cups levitated in front of Eri, Inko, Mitsuki, and Masaru. The matriarch of the Bakugous was the first to take the cup and sipped the tea. She turned around and waved at Izuku.

"Thanks, kid!" Mitsuki said. Wire nodded before turning his attention toward a specific person he came here to find, Todo (pronounced Toh-doh, Wire believed).

The Dojo Master also noticed the stare from the alternate Izuku as well, and tensed. His experiences with the previous Izuku(s) were less than cordial. He would expect much of the same with this one.

Wire waved his finger and the cart began to operate on its own, pouring tea into cups before they flew toward other people in the booth and serving them. The mature Izuku slowly walked toward Todo, his hand reaching for something under his suit jacket.

Todo tensed. He wasn't going to let his guard down like the last time. Before the master could do anything, however, Wire simply pulled out a folded piece of paper and held his hands up to show that he meant no harm. Seeing this, the bearded man lowered his defensive posture.

Wire navigated his way toward Todo while trying not to disturb the parents, siblings, or other guardians of the U.A. students. Once he reached the dojo master, he unfolded the paper.

"Right, so let's get this over quickly." Wire cleared his throat. Todo and Kendo's parents lifted their eyebrows, people around them also turned to see what Izuku had to say. "On the behavior of the assembly of Izukus and Izumis, I am here to issue a formal apology to you regarding what one of us had done…" There was a momentary silence. "...we're sorry. That's all."

The Dojo Master blinked in surprise, he wasn't expecting that.

With that done, Wire crushed the note in his hand and crumpled it into a ball before turning around and throwing it all the way to Barrier. The sleeping Izuku woke up as it hit his head and narrowed his eyes at his associate, then he went back to sleep.

"Lazy bastard," Wire mumbled.

"Izuku," Inko suddenly called out, startling him. He'd forgotten she was sitting just a row below where he was. "Be nice," his alternate mother told him.

"Right, sorry, mother," Wire apologized before walking back to the cart.

"Wait," Todo called out, rising from his seat. Izuku paused and turned around. "Is he-"

"No, he's not here," Wire cut the master off. "Just enjoy the match. You can talk to the 'Main' Izuku some other time," he finished and walked away.

While people were wondering what that was about, Todo just sat down with a heavy sigh.

"I am really sorry about him… or them in general," Inko apologized.

"It's fine… but I would like to talk to your son, um, the real one after this, if you don't mind," Todo requested.

Inko just nodded.

The sound of an explosion suddenly interrupted their conversation. They all turned their attention back to the field and saw about half of the arena covered in ice.

A few minutes earlier, things had gotten a lot more intense.

Todoroki was still stuck fighting Phoenix, to whom he was losing. Monoma's group, plus Mei, had to fight the real Izuku. Even though they outnumbered and had prepared to fight him specifically, they were still losing. Katsuki was kept from joining others by the efforts of 'Eraser', the Izuku from the universe where he was Aizawa's son and thus possessed the same Quirk.

As for Momo and her group, well...

"What the fuck are these things?!" Kamakiri screamed as he blocked a fist made of stone, before quickly riposting his blade back at his opponent; a beastly creature made of dirt, concrete, and ice shards. Right now, they were being surrounded by these automatons, outnumbered even, yet they fought on despite the tidal wave of dirt-beasts and the constant harassment from their opponents.

Ochako sent another of these constructs up into the air with her Quirk. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and prepared for more imminent attacks from other golems or one of the clones, but she couldn't have guessed the direction her enemy would come from.

The creature she had just sent up fell down right in front of her, creating a small cloud of dust. Uraraka was confused, she hadn't released her Quirk yet. Uraraka saw a silhouette amidst the dust. Before she could react, the figure rushed forward and parted the clouds as they came in — it was Pantera.

Before Uraraka could defend herself or retaliate, the agile Izumi's palms swiped away Ochako's own, then grabbed her wrists and twisted them around, forcing her to turn her back toward Pantera. Pantera painfully interlocked Orchako's arms together and made sure that the palms didn't face each other.

The muscular Izumi hauled Uraraka forward, from their position it was just a few meters away from the arena edge. This throw would be enough to send the bob-haired girl out of the ring.

"Ochako!" Ashido cried out as she saw her friend about to be disqualified.

Uraraka closed her eyes and prepared for the inevitable. At the velocity she was going, there was no way she could untangle her arms. She felt like she had stopped mid-air. The brunette opened her eyes and looked around. She discovered a pair of disembodied hands stopped her from going off the ring.

"You alright there, Uraraka?" Setsuna, with only her upper body, asked as she flew closer to Ochako.

"Mm," the brunette nodded. "Thanks."

Pantera made an irritated noise as she saw her assault fail, but she didn't have time to ponder on it long since she was forced to quickly leap back to safety as other students came to apprehend her.

"Just stay fucking still!" Kamakiri, the mantis-like boy of 1-B, screamed in rage as Pantera escaped their grasp. He tried to pursue, but someone grabbed him by his sport jacket's collar and pulled him back.

"Calm down, Kamikiri," Kendo ordered, her tone even. She released her grip on the cloth. "And shorten your blades, you need to be quick on your feet and those things will slow you down." Her classmate grunted, but did as he was told. Kendo turned her attention back to Momo. "We can't keep this up."

"I know, but I think Bakugou-"

"Bakugou isn't coming," Kendo cut her off. "If he can't come now, it means he is occupied somewhere; likely getting stalled by Izuku's team. We are on our own." The orange-haired girl concluded.

Yaoyorozu looked down, uncertain. Since USJ, her confidence had taken a hit. While no one blamed her for anything, she still felt a sense of guilt at what had become of Kaminari and Jirou, not to mention her inability to turn Izuku into a better person before the incident.

Now, with so much chaos, doubt, and the lingering fear of Izuku since the USJ Massacre, Yaoyorozu didn't feel like she was the proper person to lead this team. She felt that she couldn't… function in this kind of situation, and even if she tried she would just fail again, like during combat training; the idea that got them that far wasn't even her own.

"Then… what do you suggest we do?" the ponytailed girl asked in a low voice.

As the U.A. students conversed, so too did the Izukus and Izumis.

"This isn't working, we don't have enough power to break through," Weekender pointed out.

"Oh, we do," Cryo countered. "It's just going to be risky for both their and our own lives."

"I mean… everything here is life-threatening?" Weekender rebutted.

"I am referring to abilities that are one-hundred percent lethal, but I get what you mean. So, maybe a little harsher attack would be fine? They can take it, correct?" Cryo asked no one in particular.

Rather than hearing a chorus of agreement or argument, the white-haired Izuku only received silence at his reply, but he didn't have a problem with that.

"I will take that as a yes," Cryo assured. "Pixie-Bob, pin them in place. I will take care of this." The blond Izumi nodded and went back commanding her constructs. Cryo held his palm up. He pulled out a steel globe from his pant pocket. With a click, a syringe pop-out of it.

"What are you doing?" Weekender asked. He wasn't familiar with Cyro's Quirk.

"Every cell in my body possesses cryokinesis property," he paused and jabbed the syringe into his arm. "My blood, especially, is very potent. It can flash-freeze air within a few seconds."

"So what you are holding is basically a grenade?" Weekender asked further. Cryo nodded.

The white-haired Izuku cautiously pulled out the medical needle, but even with his careful process a droplet of his own lazuli-colored blood fell onto the ground, and the entire floor the Izuku and Izumis stood on was instantly encased in ice. Their feet were even rooted in place.

"See what I mean?" Cyro said nonchalantly.

They easily broke free since just a droplet didn't create that thick of an ice sheet, but the grenade filled with his ichor would do more than this, much more.

"Pixie-Bob, make a catapult and prepare to shield us when this thing goes off. Reserve and the others should be far enough away for this not to affect them," Cryo ordered.

"Don't order me around," the blond Izumi hissed.

"What? I just ask you to do as I said so we can win this. Is that not how we should work as a group?" Cryo questioned.

"Yeah, but you said it all like you own th-"

"Enough," Pantera cut them off. The Izumi knew that Pixie-Bob had poor teamwork skills, while Cryo lacked general common sense and Weekender was unlikely to step in until things escalated too far. "We have no time to lose."

Cryo affirmed the order with a nod while Pixie-Bob did so with a grunt.

The blond Izumi quickly created a dirt catapult. Weekender and Pantera bent down the arm and let Cryo loaded his grenade onto the bucket.

"Alright?" Cryo asked and looked at his teammates. They all nodded. "Then fire." They released the catapult arm. "Cover us, Pixie-Bob."

The blond Izumi placed her hand on the ground and created a dome of stone to cover them, a few seconds later they heard the sound of an explosion.

Aoyama collapsed down onto his back while clenching his stomach.

"I didn't even hit you there yet…" Main said dryly.

Izuku didn't get to question if the blond's stomach condition was flaring up again when he blocked a punch from his left. The greenette quickly retaliated by sweeping his leg in the direction of his assailant and sending Manga off his feet.

Main was given no respite; he had to bring up his shield to block a splash of foam shot out of one of Mei's inventions.

"Hmm," the pink-haired inventor bemused. "This won't look good on my resume."

"We are fighting a guy with an ability to teleport literally out of anything," Monoma said from beside Mei, holding his injured arm, "a guy who is able to phase through any physical attack thrown at him. Not only that but he had a private army of his own clones and an extremely durable shield that he could also recall at will, and you decide that out of all of that, your resume is what you should worry about?"

"Yes," Mei replied without hesitation.

"...I swear U.A. is such a..." Monoma groaned but didn't bother to finish his sentence.

"No time! Here he comes!" Mei shouted at the charging Izuku.

Mei adjusted her gun-like device while Monoma inhaled, readying to use Manga's Quirk, which he had copied.

They all stopped what they were doing when a strong gust of cold wind and fragments of ice blasted from the left side of the stadium. Main planted his shield down and took cover while Mei and Monoma hid behind Mei's portable riot shield.

Once the blast subsided, Main was ready to resume his charge when he suddenly looked surprised, then distressed, before teleporting away.

"Holy…" Jirou couldn't finish her sentence as half of the stage was turned into an icy wasteland.

The students from both Heroic Courses who couldn't participate only watched in amazement, excitement, and horror as their friends crashed against Izuku's taskforce. So far things weren't looking so good for their classmates.

What followed after they had witnessed the explosion was absolute silence, which made it much easier to hear footsteps coming from the booth entry.

They paid it no mind at first, believing it was one of their own returning from the toilet or something, that was until the mysterious person sat down next to Kirishima.

The redhead immediately noticed that the newcomer's get-up wasn't U.A. uniform, but a suit. He looked at the person's face and saw the same face he saw many times: Izuku's.

"What the-" Kirishima screamed.

"Hmm, there is no need to panic you know," Izuku said with a rough voice.

Everyone turned their attention to the new Izuku. This one looked very much like Izuku if he was older. He had long white hair and a scar over the right side of his lips. Those who were close enough to him saw that he possessed cat-like, green eyes.

"W-What are you doing here?!" Jirou questioned, then looked Izuku up and down. "Are you one of the clones?"

"Not exactly a clone, but not the real Izuku either. Just call me 'Witcher'," Witcher introduced. "As for why I am here, well, I am not sure myself."

"How can you not be sure about deliberately coming into this specific booth and then sitting here?" Juzo questioned the logic behind the white-haired Izuku's explanation.

"Because he asked me to come." Witcher pointed down at the arena. "You know, one of my selves who lives here?"

"You mean… Izuku isn't always… Izuku?" Kaminari asked, becoming increasingly confused.

"Okay, let's do this again. We call our leader, the Izuku that lead us all, Main, who was also fighting down there. He is the one who raises Eri, comes to this school, and, you know, lives here," Witcher elaborated.

"So… what would that make you?" Sero asked. "Aren't you a clone?"

"Is that what Katsuki told you?" Witcher mused. "Well, I am not a clone, I can assure you."

The students looked at each other, genuinely confused.

"...then what are you?" Tooru whispered, but the Witcher's enhanced sense could easily pick that up.

"Sorry, but that is Main's secret. He will have to be the one to tell you," Witcher told Tooru.

"You… still didn't really get to the answer to my question though," Jirou said dryly. "Why are you here?"

"He just told me to come to sit here." Witcher nodded toward the arena, signaling them that he was referring to Main. "I think he wants me to answer whatever questions you have, that I can answer, that is."

"I think he can do it himself," Kaminari remarked with a sad look. "Doesn't look like it will take long before he wins." The blond looked back at the arena where the mist of ice was slowly dispensing.

The others didn't argue with him. They weren't sure if they should agree with him or not, except one.

"Don't say such nonsense!" Pony Tsunotori argued. "The others will come out on top! I am sure of it!"

While the others were uncertain at first, Witcher just chuckled and broke their collective silence.

"I am with her on this one. If you know your friends well, you would know they are not to be underestimated," Witcher assured with a warm smile. These people might be different, but they were very much the same people he knew as friends back in his universe, and if he knew anything about his friends it was that they were all very capable.

So the students took Witcher's words to heart and returned their focus back to the fight, which was about to have a new development.

As the mist began to clear, the dirt dome that protected the Midoriyas dissolved. Cryo was the first to emerge, observing his work with a tint of pride in his chest.

That was until he saw something. A… ball-shape shadow in the midst of the blast zone. As the air began to clear up so too was their vision of the ball.

"Is that… a vine ball?" Pixie-Bob asked.

That was when it hit them; Ibara.

"Pixie-Bob!" Cryo screamed and touched his hand on the ground.

The blonde Izumi quickly caught on and mimicked her teammates.

They sent in another large wave of dirt and ice (this time more ice than dirt) that quickly buried the ball beneath it. The Izukus and Izumis waited. Were the U.A. student done for? Or were there anymore trick up their sleeves?

'CRYO YOU IDIOT!' the voice of Tonkinese screamed through their head.

Before anyone could figure out what that was supposed to mean, the ground in front of the group burst forth. Coming face to face with Cryo was a fist made of steel. It connected and sent the Izuku back until he crashed into Weekender.

"CHARGE!" Tetsutetsu shouted, revealing himself fully after emerging from underground.

The dirt around Izukus and Izumis exploded; the U.A. students emerged from underneath them.

Instead of trying to figure out how they'd managed to traverse under the arena, Pantera quickly shouted, "retreat!" She grabbed ahold of Pixie-Bob and pulled her along as she jumped away using her Quirk, just in time before several green vines managed to subdue them.

Weekender wasn't so lucky. He took a few steps back, but suddenly found himself unable to move anymore. He looked down to discover that one of his feet was glued to a purple ball.

"Hahaha!" a familiar laugh of a certain short student echoed. "How hilarious! You have activated our trap!"

Weekender swore Mineta was making a Yu-Gi-Oh reference, but he had no time to dwell on that as he narrowly avoided Tsuyu's tongue. The greenette looked over to Cryo. The white-haired Izuku had already created a pillar of ice for his getaway.

Seeing that he had to save himself, Weekender activated his Full-Cowl and punched forward, creating a shockwave that repelled him off the ground and into the air—he could worry about the landing later. As he soared backward, he suddenly heard a booming sound, followed by several more explosions.

'Oh no,' he feared.

Just as he tensed his muscles for any kind of explosion that would hit him, he saw a flash of orange flare about him momentarily.

No doubt Katsuki had just passed over his head, but if he didn't go after Weekender, who was the closest to the ground and thus easiest to get to, then what, who, exactly was his target? Weekender quickly turned to where Cryo was. He was fast enough to witness Katsuki manage to catch the ice-using Izuku off-guard by blasting him with an explosion that rivaled the one he used during… actually, Weekender had never seen Katsuki blast anything that hard before.

As the deafening sound of the explosion rang, a figure was shot through the smoke and out of the ring; Cryo.

Weekender crash-landed on his back. While the pain was prominent in his body, his mind was only occupied with a sense of happiness at what his childhood friend in this dimension managed to achieve, and a sting of worry about going up against this tempered and unflinching Katsuki and his allies.

A/N: I just got into Fate/Grand Order. I would have said the meme that goes 'God save my soul', but I got Altera during the first week of playing, Vlad ('Zerker from GSSR), and Hokusai from the New Year banner so who knows. Maybe I've just got A- Luck.

[1] Was about to say 'blue blood', but then remembered the phase's meaning.