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~{Nurses Office}~
"Dear lord, you've gone too far, both of you!" Recovery Girl frantically shouted as Enso gently rested the unconscious Izuku atop the bed. "What were you two thinking!? It's like you were trying to kill each other!"
"A part of that is technically true..." Enso thought, recalling when Izuku's enraged state nearly blasted him point-blank with One For All.
He heard the door slam open and turned to see All Might there.
"Young Enso! How is Young Midoriya!?" He asked right before poofing down into his skinny form.
"I don't know yet." Enso responded as Recovery Girl came back with bandages.
Enso reached in his pockets and pulled out his small dice bag, but only noticed the small number of beans left.
"Oh well..."
He reached in to take one out for Izuku.
"No!" Recovery Girl used her cane to smack Enso alongside his arm, stopping the boy.
"What?" Enso gazed down at her.
"No more! If you keep using those miracle beans on him, then that'll just encourage the boy to keep on breaking himself! No more healing these types of injuries! It's the only way to teach him!"
"B-But doesn't Young Midoriya need it right now?!" Toshinori pointed out.
"I know I can heal him right now. Not all the way, but enough to get him by until I could heal him again tomorrow."
Enso glanced down at his small bag, and then to Izuku, wondering what he should do.
Recovery Girl placed her cane down and sighed.
"Besides, judging by the size of that bag, you barely even have any left, don't you? Save them for when someone really needs it."
Enso narrowed his eyes and reluctantly put the bag back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry Izuku..."
"To let a young and innocent boy go through this type of trauma... I don't like it Toshi." Recovery Girl said in a genuine sadness to Toshinori. "You can't keep letting him do this. This is the only way for him to learn."
Toshinori's gaze fell down with a look of shame.
They then heard a small whimper.
The trio's gazes turned to Izuku on the bed, looking to be in visible pain as he came to.
"I didn't think he'd wake up yet..." Enso muttered as he quickly grabbed a seat and placed himself next to the boy.
Izuku slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry from just waking up. He was momentarily blinded as he stared straight up into the bright lights of the ceiling, then turning his head away and blinking multiple times to regain his vision.
"Where...?" His voice was low and tired. He slowly tilted his head to see the two adults and his previous opponent watching him.
"Hey kid... How are you feeling?" Toshinori asked him.
Izuku blinked a few times to focus his vision.
"All... Might...?"
"I'm here kiddo." Toshinori forced a smile.
Recovery Girl sighed, "I'll get started on treating both of you. How do your injuries feel sonny?" She directed to Enso.
"Well, my head somewhat hurts..." Enso said as he placed a hand to his head and felt the blood that was still there. "And my arms are still shaking from the recoil of my attacks..."
"You'll be fine then. Just wait until I treat Midoriya."
"Understood." The boy nodded.
"En...so? What... happened?" Izuku weakly called, getting his attention.
Enso turned to him.
"You lost."
Recovery Girl smacked Enso on the back of his head with her cane.
"Why is that the first thing you tell him!?"
Enso rubbed the back of his head where he was struck, looking somewhat annoyed.
"I thought it would be the first thing he'd want to know."
"Not in that way!"
Izuku turned his head and looked down at his arms, his eyes widening as he saw their terrible states. His entire right arm had a mixture of purple and red colors, while his left arm didn't look that much better in a shade of red with blood on it too.
"I suggest you try not to move." Enso instructed him.
Recovery Girl got on a chair and rolled near Izuku's bedside, "You overdid it again sonny. You shattered the bones of your right arm, and your left arm isn't that much better. They will never be the same as before…"
Enso turned his head away with narrowed eyes, visions of small splatters of blood coming from Izuku's arms and fingers when he had used them.
Recovery Girl continued, "I have to remove the pieces of bones stuck in your arms to make sure that they don't stay in your joints. I'll fully heal you after that."
Izuku grunted in pain. "But... Can't... we use-?"
"No more of those beans." Recovery Girl sternly told him.
Izuku looked shocked.
"It's the only way you'll learn."
Knowing what she was talking about, Izuku turned his head away in shame.
Toshinori and Enso both gazed down at the ground.
Then all of a sudden, the door slid open and in came the six different girls.
"Midoriya-chan!" Tsu shouted.
"Izuku!" Momo yelled.
"Midori!" Mina and Hagakure both said in unison.
"Deku!" Ochako and Jiro both shouted in sync.
"PFFFFTTT! GAH!" Toshinori jumped and comedically spurred some blood from his mouth by the surprise.
"God they scared me…"
They zoom past him and Enso, going right next to Izuku's bedside.
"You're all so noisy!" Recovery Girl said as she walked to her desk to grab a few tools.
"Every...one? But… what about the next match?" Izuku uttered out with pain detected in his voice.
Jiro's eye twitched, "Did you see what you and Ureshi did to the area!? It's nearly obliterated. Present Mic announced a break until they could fix it."
"Oops." Enso remarked next to them.
"Midori, what in the world happened!? You went all, 'ROAAAARRRR!' and then went all, 'Boom!,' 'Bam,' and 'ka-blooey!'" Hagakure acted out with her movements.
"It was... kind of scary..." Mina said, a look of pure concern on her face.
Ochako's eyes had a look of horror as she saw the unnatural colors in Izuku's arms, causing her to gulp air.
"D-Deku? A-Are you alright?"
Hearing that question, everyone got silent and glanced at Izuku's arms, feeling chills going down their spines.
Izuku turned to his damaged arms, a depressed expression forming on his face as he remained in silence.
Momo stepped up from the group, looking on the brink of crying but still trying to hold a brave front.
"Izuku… what happened to you?" She whimpered.
Izuku had an emotionless stare directed at the ceiling.
"I..."
Enso decided to step in.
"I'm sure we've mentioned this before, but that was the other side of Izuku's quirk. If you remember what happens to him when it comes out, then you would know that he doesn't remember anything he's done upon using it, so there's no way-"
"No..." Izuku's weak voice interrupted him.
"Hm?" Enso turned back to the boy and raised an eyebrow.
"I... remember..." Izuku's gaze remained on the ceiling.
Recovery Girl turned back from her desk and listened.
"I… I remember everything... What I did during that battle… All the different quirks I... 'used', and... All the pain from it..."
Everyone was shocked to hear that.
"But I felt like… I couldn't stop it..." Izuku finished, his voice cracking in pain with a tear going down his eye.
The girls looked mortified. Thinking about just how painful Izuku's attacks were. Breaking his fingers, breaking his arms, shattering them, and then still using it. Ochako visibly recoiled from the thought, and Mina even glanced down to her own fingers, which she saw were shaking from the thought.
Recovery Girl sighed, knowing that it was probably best if the girls didn't see the boy in that state. She jumped off her desk chair with her tools in hand and walked over to them.
"I know you're worried for the boy, but I have to do surgery on him right now."
"SURGERY!?" All of the girls yelled.
Recovery Girl covered her ears to shield out the screams, "Go on now, get out of here!"
"Are his injuries that extreme?!" Tsu needed to know.
"Will you be able to heal him up fully?!" Momo asked with a hand clenched over her chest.
"You don't worry about that, I'll fix him up!" Recovery Girl motioned them out.
"S-Sorry, let me just tell him one more thing!" Ochako turned her head to Izuku.
"Deku, Iida would've checked on you, but... he had to leave early... I think something happened." she said with a worried look on her face.
Izuku turned his head to her and noticed the way she said it, "It must've been something serious… I'll have to get the details later."
"Now get out!" Recovery Girl ushered the girls out of the room.
"Talk to us later Izuku, please." Was the last thing Momo said before Recovery Girl closed the door on them.
She then turned to Izuku and let out a sigh.
"I swear, I knew you were a ladies man, but this is just ridiculous!"
"Eh?..." Izuku blinked in tired confusion. "What… do you mean?"
"Nothing for you to worry about right now," Enso responded to him.
"Young Midoriya... You're really too loved..." Toshinori sweatdropped.
Recovery Girl turned to Enso, "You have to leave to sonny."
Enso glanced down at her, "I do?"
"What? You think that just because you're a special case among students, you could just stay wherever you want and watch a surgery go on even though you shouldn't?"
"...Maybe?"
The office door slid open and Enso was comedically kicked into the hall, landing in a sitting position with his legs crossed as the door shut behind him.
"But Toshinori gets to stay...?" He grumbled.
Deciding to be some sort of bodyguard despite the empty hall, Enso remained sitting in front of the door, just waiting patiently for the surgery to be done.
"This might take a while..."
He heard some footsteps and turned his head left to see a familiar, ginger-haired girl who looked rather unsure of something, was now walking towards him.
"Kendo... was it?" Enso asked as he got back to his feet.
Kendo forced a small smile. "Hey Ureshi. What are you doing here?"
"First of all, call me Enso. I feel more comfortable with that name."
Kendo looked a little confused that the boy wanted to be referred by the first name.
"Okay, 'Enso.' Why were you just sitting here?"
"I'm waiting for Izuku to get out of surgery." He bluntly answered.
Kendo turned pale.
"S-Surgery?" She whimpered. "Were his injuries that bad?!"
"Perhaps I should've eased her into that... Whoops."
Enso sighed. "He'll be fine. Recovery Girl herself is working on him. And it isn't a major, life depending surgery. She just has to remove some things."
"R-Really?" Kendo asked, looking slightly relieved.
Enso nodded in confirmation.
"You can't see him right now though, Recovery Girl wouldn't even let me stay. I'll let him know that you're worried about him and to go find you later."
"I... I guess that's alright then. Thank you." Kendo lightly smiled and turned around, taking a few steps back.
"Wait a moment." The girl said as she suddenly stopped.
"What is it?"
She turned back to Enso and looked more serious than before.
"Hey... Ure-*Ahem*, Enso? Did you and Midoriya train together?"
"What makes you assume that?" Enso immediately responded with another question.
"I saw how you two fought. It looked... so similar. I could only guess that you both trained together in martial arts."
"Hm, if you noticed that, then you must have some martial art knowledge as well."
"Yeah, I trained in Karate and Kendo." The girl responded.
"...Just lik-?"
"Don't you dare." Kendo said with a blank stare, knowing what Enso was going to bring up about her name.
"Okay then... But anyway, you're only half right about Izuku and I. We didn't 'train' together. I 'trained' him."
"You did?!" Kendo was surprised to hear this.
Enso raised an eyebrow. "Is that so surprising?"
"B-But, you taught him all of those martial arts?!"
"So Izuku told her about the variety he knew?"
He sighed, "I did. I'd rather not get too deep on the subject. You could ask Izuku about it later."
Kendo smiled, "Let's spar some time, alright?"
"She's quite the eager fighter..." Enso thought about her.
"I'll think about it."
Seeming satisfied, Kendo walked off and turned the corner of the hall.
But she was out of sight of Enso, she lowered her, a pained expression forming on her face as she did so.
She glanced down at her hands, noticing that they were shaking and had been that way ever since she saw Izuku's arms breaking.
She placed her hands on her chest and let out a sigh.
"Oh Midoriya..."
She didn't even notice that an angry blonde teen passed by her, heading to the place where she had just left.
Enso started writing a small notebook that he somehow had, scribbling away with focused eyes as he waited.
"Move it red eyes." He heard someone growl.
Enso stopped and raised his eyes, discovering the ticking time bomb right in front of him.
"Good to see you too Bakugo. But... shouldn't you be getting ready for your fight against Tokoyami?"
Bakugo just looked pissed, "The arena is still complete shit right now because of you and fucking Deku! Which on that note, step aside edgelord, I've got to talk to that nerd!"
"What business do you have with Izuku?" Enso didn't wait for a second to ask.
"None of your damn business! Move before I make you!" Bakugo threatened.
Enso just remained still.
"This is about his ability to mimic other quirks, isn't it? You're angry that he was even able to even mimic your quirk to a degree?"
Bakugo glared daggers at him.
"So then you know what his other quirk does then? You know where he got it from?!"
Enso narrowed his eyes.
"I have no clue if it's a second quirk or not, nor do I entirely understand it. I only made a guess based on what I experienced firsthand." He declared. "And I'm sure you've seen how Izuku looked during the battle. Did that look like someone who understood his power, let alone where he even got it?"
Bakugo remembered when he had encountered Izuku in the stairs, and for a moment he looked like someone else.
"Tsk! Just let me talk to the damn nerd!"
"Unfortunately, I can't let you even if I wanted. Izuku is currently having surgery on his injuries, so no one else is allowed in there right now. There's no telling how much time it'll take, so I suggest you leave. Unless you want to jeopardize your position in the festival."
Bakugo looked less pissed off and more serious now, standing up straight as if trying to make himself taller than Enso.
"Fine. Just answer me this. You're his shitty 'mentor,' right?"
"He really is a sharp boy..." Enso thought.
"I guess there's no point in hiding it. Yes, I was the one who taught Izuku all the way until now."
Bakugo remained in momentary silence as he stared at Enso, eying him suspiciously.
"What?" Enso asked, noticing this suspicion.
"Just... Just who are you?" Bakugo asked almost accusingly.
Enso momentarily paused before answering, "What do you mean? I'm me. Enso Ureshi, and that's what I'll keep being."
Bakugo balled his hands into fists, "There's much more to that, but if you wanna keep your mouth shut, then fine..." He turned around and starting making his way back.
"I don't know what you really are, but no matter what, I'm gonna kick your ass in front of everyone when I beat bird brain..."
"..."
Enso stared at Bakugo until he was out of earshot.
"Such a troublesome kid..."
~{Meanwhile}~
Nearly all of Class A either had their heads down or were frantically talking to each other about what they just witnessed.
"Just when the hell could Midoriya copy our quirks?! That's so stupid!" Kaminari complained.
"His laser wasn't as sparkly as mine though!" Aoyama remarked as twinkles comically appeared around his face.
"He even copied Todoroki and Bakugo's quirks... Two of the strongest students in our class. He gave the top of the class a run for his money..." Sero shook nervously.
"I wanna see if his barriers or my hardening is stronger!" Kirishima excitedly declared as his skin hardened.
"I wonder if he could copy mutant quirks as well...?" Tokoyami glanced at Dark Shadow next to him.
"B-But, d-didn't you see how he looked while using that!? Th-That was terrifying! H-He looked like a villai-AHHHH!" Mineta suddenly tensed up as a jack stabbed itself into his ear by a pissed-off punk girl.
"I suggest you shut the hell up." Jiro glared at him.
Ochako stared down in silence, her finger entwined and depressed expression on her face.
Momo turned to her concerned friend.
"Are you still thinking about Izuku?"
The girl nodded.
"Of course... He's getting surgery right now... Isn't that a big deal?"
Momo forced a small smile. "He'll be fine. Recovery Girl is healing him after all."
"I know, but..." Ochako's hands tightened together. "I'm more worried about.. afterward."
"Afterward?" Momo repeated in the form of a question.
"I mean..." The gravity girl gazed at the giant crater being filled up. "He broke his arms again... Worse this time, he shattered them. But you heard Deku, he remembered everything, but he said he wasn't in control... So... What if it happens again?"
Momo understood just how worried her friend was and felt a sick feeling in her stomach, thinking about the small splatters of blood that came from his shattering fingers and arms.
"I'm sure that all started because Izuku wanted it... I believe he mentioned the other side of his quirk to me before. He said that... it activates in dire situations in which he has a strong desire. I don't know too many details though-"
"Then let's ask Deku about it." Ochako turned to Momo with a serious expression. "Let's have him explain his quirk to us, and if there's a way to stop him from hurting himself so much, then I want to help him. I-I... I don't want to see him like that again..."
Momo glanced down with a hand on her chin at the thought. "Yes... That would probably be the best thing to do. We'll ask Izuku when he comes out."
Ochako stared at Momo taking a deep breath and keeping a composed stance. "She's trying to be strong, but..."
She lowered her gaze to Momo's hand, which was trembling.
"She's really worried too..."
Meanwhile, Jiro twirled both of her earlobes with both of her fingers, an uneasy expression on the girl's face.
Tsu noticed these obvious actions of concern.
"Are you worried about Midoriya-chan?"
Jiro flinched and turned to her with a blush forming. "N-No! Why would I!?"
Tsu tilted her head to the side with a finger on her chin. "Because that's what a friend would do?"
"Urk!" Jiro looked ashamed and look down with red ears.
"You really are a tsundere, aren't you Jiro-chan?" Tsu smiled.
Jiro wanted to retaliate but was too embarrassed to do so, only covering her face with both of her hands.
"Sh-Shut up..."
"Kawaii..." Tsu thought to herself.
But she remembered the current situation and decided to comfort the girl.
"I'm worried about him too... We all are." Tsu told her in a more somber voice.
Jiro slowly removed her hands from her face, her previous expression of worry returning but with the red from her blushing face.
"He's such an idiot... Breaking his arms again... When he gets back, I'm gonna knock him senseless!"
"I don't think you should injure him more than he's already injured himself. But I do agree that we need to talk to him. Kero." Tsu told her.
Jiro fiddled with her earlobes as she thought about Izuku.
"Idiot... What are you doing, making everyone worry?"
Mina and Hagakure were sitting a few rows back, with Mina hugging her legs on her chair with a depressing look of disappointment.
"What's wrong?" Hagakure asked her friend.
"Well…" Mina turned her head to her. "Since Midori is getting surgery right now… won't that mean he won't be able to go on that date with me after school…?" The girl pouted.
"She was really looking forward to it, so cute!" Hagakure chuckled. She reached over and pat her friend on the shoulder. "Don't worry! I'm sure Recovery Girl will heal him just fine! And I'm sure Midori would still want to go on that date with you!"
That didn't Mina feel better as she thought about it.
"But... I'd feel terrible to make him go with me if he's still injured..."
"Well… Then just ask Midori how he feels when you see him again." Hagakure suggested.
"I guess I will…" Mina replied, still not sounding so sure.
Enso had his back to the floor and legs straight up on the wall, along with his head staring up at the ceiling with his hair sprawled out on the ground.
"Hm... I see."
He sprawled his arms out and sighed.
"It all makes sense now..."
He closed his eyes.
"Waiting IS boring..."
The door slid open and Toshinori walked out.
"Recovery Girl says it's okay to- What are you doing?" The number one hero had walked out, only to see Enso laying on the ground with his legs against the wall.
"Just thinking about the meaning of life..." Enso answered.
"Was that sarcasm?" Toshinori looked confused. "Um... well, Recovery Girl said that you can come back in now..."
Enso didn't move.
Toshinori tilted his head. "Um..."
Enso slowly turned his head to him.
"...My legs fell asleep." He confessed.
Toshinori sweatdropped.
"CHU!"
Izuku felt the small amount of stamina he had left drained from him by Recovery Girl. But in return, some of the pain he felt in his arms was gone now.
"Thank you... very much." Izuku said with a tired voice.
"How are you feeling?" Izuku heard Enso from the doorway.
He turned his head, "I'm feeling a little- WHY ARE YOU UPSIDE DOWN!?"
Enso was doing a front handstand with his head glancing over at Izuku and his legs dangled in front of himself.
"Legs fell asleep, but that doesn't matter. What were you saying?"
Toshinori walked in after Enso and watched as the acrobatic boy quickly used his hands to walk to Izuku while keeping balance.
"He never ceases to amaze me..."
"U-Um..." Izuku tried to ignore what his mentor was doing. "Recovery Girl healed me enough to walk and move my right arm, but my left is gonna stay in a cast."
Enso couldn't see Izuku's condition as he got close to the bed since his head was so low to the ground, so he bent his arms and then pushed himself off the ground, then landing on Izuku's bed.
"Amazing gymnastics!" Izuku thought with widened eyes.
"..." Enso stared at Izuku's right hand, viewing the noticeable scars. He followed those scars up to his arm, as even though they were healed, they were still obvious on the skin.
Recovery Girl sighed to Izuku.
"Let that arm be a warning. You have to stop resorting to doing those insane stunts. You'll not only hurt yourself, but you'll make so many others worried."
"R-Right… S-Sorry for causing so much trouble…" Izuku stammered in an ashamed manner as Recovery Girl finished wrapping the rest of his bandages.
Enso glanced up at the clock, "It will take a bit of time for the arena to clean up for the next fight, so..." He waddled over to the edge of Izuku's bed and managed to swing his legs between his arms with a jump that then allowed him to land in a sitting position, although bouncing the bed in the process.
"What the hell happened out there?" He sternly asked.
Toshinori and Recovery Girl turned to the injured boy as if expecting an answer.
Izuku lowered his head with a scared look as he thought about the experience.
"That was the power of your other quirk... Ikari, was it? It activated during that battle, but... It was on a whole other scale than before." Toshinori pointed out first.
"..." Izuku stared at the scars on his hands, remembering the events in order.
"I... I closed my eyes and thought about how much I wanted to win... I thought about how angry I was knowing that I was about to lose then and there, I thought about... my promise..."
Enso narrowed his eyes as he remembered Izuku's claim that he'd beat him.
Izuku tightly clenched his hand into a fist.
"But then... I suddenly heard a voice... Kacchan's voice."
"Young Bakugo?" Toshinori asked in surprise.
"What did he say?" Enso asked after.
Izuku remembered it clearly.
"H-He asked me... If I really thought I could become a hero. I opened my eyes when I heard this, only to find myself surrounded in... nothing. Just darkness and with my injuries gone. I had no idea what was going on."
"An empty void of black? Was it his subconscious? Or that place that I had gone to before?" Enso wondered.
Izuku continued. "From there, I saw so many of my past memories coming back. Kacchan, my junior high, my class... I-I saw them again, a-all of them were pointing at me... Laughing at me, saying that... I-I couldn't become a hero." His voice started cracking.
Toshinori looked sympathetic to him. "Young Midoriya..."
"Th-They kept saying things like that, over and over again... Th-Then Kacchan... H-He said..." Izuku's voice trailed off and he started shaking with tears forming in his eyes.
"Izuku... What did he say?" Enso demanded, a serious stare in his eyes.
"Young Enso? I don't think we should force him-"
"Shut it." Enso snapped to the hero, shocking him by the sudden tone. "What did he say Izuku?"
Izuku shook more than ever, sweat and tears starting to trail down his face.
"H-He said-" His was whimpering, "T-To believe that I-I'll be born with a quirk in my n-next life and... a-and-"
Toshinori formed an angry expression. "Enso, this is enoug-"
"- take a last chance dive off the roof, correct?" Enso finally finished with a glare.
Izuku's eyes dilated, Recovery Girl gasped, and Toshinori looked stunned beyond belief.
There was a moment of silence between all of them, a shaking Izuku confused and scared.
"H-How... H-How d-do you-?"
"I was there..." Enso started to explain, looking down as he recalled the day. "I was observing you from afar, you were in your junior high, the class had just ended, and then I saw Bakugo confront you for wishing to attend U.A..."
Toshinori had a look of horror, "Young Midoriya... just how much suffering have you gone through?"
Izuku had his gaze down as he used his bandaged arm to wipe his eyes.
Enso tightly gripped his hands into fists.
"That explosive disorder is still haunting Izuku even now... But why? He must know that he can fight him, he should know that he can beat him... I'll have to ask afterward, but for now..."
"Izuku, for now, forget about what you saw and tell me what happened next."
Toshinori looked concerned, feeling to need to discuss the topic of Izuku's bullying, but Enso turned to him with a face that reassured that they would get back to it.
"I guess it'll give Midoriya a chance to calm down..."
Izuku took a deep breath, regaining his composure before speaking again with watery eyes.
"A-After that, I screamed and all the memories shattered, l-leaving me in darkness. U-Until... I heard a different voice..."
Izuku took a moment to recall the moment.
"I-It was a man, I know that. H-His voice gave off such a powerful presence in itself... He said, 'Even so, I still love you, little brother...'"
Toshinori could feel a block of ice drop in his stomach. "Little brother?! No, it couldn't be-!"
"I-I saw two people... One standing in what I thought was a suit, and the other on the ground shaking. I couldn't see either of them too clearly, it was like they were fading away." Izuku's speech was beginning to turn normal now, showing fewer signs of the trauma from before.
Toshinori feared this, "So... Then it really is..."
"He said one last thing before the vision changed. He said, 'You're my only family after all.' Then everything... Just went ballistic. I felt angrier than I had ever felt in my life, yet I didn't want to be. My blood felt as if it was boiling, I saw so many people dead, and... I-I saw that same man... I saw him over and over again, appearing in so many suddenly flashing images that weren't my memories, each one with people lifeless on the ground. I-I didn't know what was going on..."
Enso had no idea what this meant, but judging by the pale and angry look on Toshinori's face, he knew what it was.
Izuku continued, "With each passing image... I felt myself growing furious, but I didn't know why. I must've been so angry because I didn't even notice... that a black aura started forming around my feet."
Enso raised an eyebrow, "Black aura like Ikari?"
"I-I don't know. It wasn't just going around my legs, it was entirely covering them with black aura, I couldn't even see them."
"I see..." Enso looked curious.
Izuku took a deep breath before continuing on. "After that... I looked ahead of me and saw... seven people."
Enso could swear that if Toshinori got any paler, that he'd die right then in there.
"They were black silhouettes of different people, b-but they all had intense r-red eyes... They glared at me, just watching me as the aura kept going up my body. I felt as if something was filling my eyes, and everything just kept burning in me..."
Izuku's eyes dilated as he remembered what came next.
"Th-They... They all then closed their eyes and... evaporated? Disintegrated? I don't really know how to describe it... They all just 'poofed' into a cloud of thick, black smoke, combining together in front of me."
Now Toshinori looked less mortified and more confused now.
"Th-The smoke then formed into something, it formed into-" Izuku stopped as he remembered.
"What it turn into?" Enso pressed.
"...me." Izuku muttered, remembering his demonic-looking form.
"You?" Toshinori repeated.
"Him?" Recovery Girl titled her head.
"I-It was me, but... at the same time, it wasn't. It was just a silhouette of me, purely black like the other seven figures from before. It... It even had the same, filled in red eyes. B-But..."
"But?" Enso repeated as a question.
Izuku gulped nervously.
"I-It reached its hand to me, and I felt my movements go against my will. I-I reached my hand back, taking it into my palm. But... That was when it s-s-smiled..."
"Smiled?" Toshinori tilted his head.
Izuku started shaking again, "B-But i-it wasn't a normal smile... I-It opened its mouth, revealing a j-jagged and disturbing smile... A-And the moment I took its hand..."
Everyone waited patiently.
"I-It talked..."
That surprised them.
"A darker version of yourself spoke to you... What did it say?" Toshinori asked.
"'L-Let's win...' After that, the rest aura of the aura completely wrapped around me... And the next thing I knew, I found myself back in the arena. Only... I wasn't in control."
They all stayed in momentary silence. Toshinori and Enso both looked to be deep in thought, each of them having their own ideas about what happened.
"Wh-What happened to me...?" Izuku mumbled, desperately wanting to know.
"Hm..." Enso turned to the blond hero, "Toshinori... You look like you realized a part of what Izuku was going through. Can you please explain it? If I learn more about what was it he actually saw, then I may be able to figure out what happened to him."
Izuku's eyes focused on Todoroki now, desperately wishing for information.
Toshinori had a serious expression on his face as he cleared his throat.
"Alright... Young Midoriya. As you know, One For All comes from a long line of heroes... Nine to be exact if we include you. If you're here, and I'm still here then that means the other seven..."
Enso and Izuku's eyes both came with a look of realization.
"What I/he saw were the other seven holders?!" Izuku and Enso said in sync.
Toshinori nodded, "That's the only thing that makes sense. In that moment of... 'disturbance', you may have seen the other previous holders of One For All."
Enso narrowed his eyes, "But... Why did they all look the way Izuku described them? Dark with red eyes out of everything?"
"I don't know why, but... there had to be a reason why they were there. And there has to be a bigger reason why they morphed into... yourself."
"That may have been Ikari..." Enso suggested.
"What do you mean? Toshinori asked him to clarify.
"I'm saying Ikari may have chosen to take the form of Izuku, but I don't know why it developed based on the other users..."
"You... Really think so? Is it... really a person now?" Izuku asked nervously, not liking the idea of someone else living in him.
"From what I noticed during our battle, someone else was acting out for you. That may have been your quirk, that may have been Ikari, that manifested into some sort of alternate personality. Yet, it acted based on what you wanted Izuku, it kept fighting to win."
Izuku looked down in shame. "I... I kind of figured that out already... But I'm just confused as to how Ikari formed, or what it actually is."
"Let me finish my explanation on Izuku's 'visions.' It may help find an explanation." Toshinori suggested to them.
Both boys turned to him in silence.
Toshinori rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Although... It does require me to tell you both about someone sooner than I wanted to..."
He pulled his shirt up to reveal the large scar on his chest.
"As you both know, I obtained this injury years ago, limiting the amount of time I can use One For All."
Enso curiously wondered why the sudden bring up of the past while Izuku nodded.
"As for the villain that gave me this scar..." Toshinori lowered his shirt and stared at Izuku with a serious expression. "I have no doubt, that it was the same tall man that you saw in those visions Young Midoriya..."
Hearing this, Izuku tensed up and his eyes dilated, flashes of death passing through his mind once more.
"Wh-What?"
"The villain who gave me this injury... He's been around ever since quirks first appeared in this world, becoming an evil ringleader among the people with one of the most powerful quirks ever known... The power to give and take quirks... The name of this quirk, and of this villain, is... All For One."
"All... For... One..." Izuku repeated in a slow, and intimidated voice.
"As in All, or everything, for One person... Himself..." Enso deducted.
Toshinori nodded, "When quirks first showed up, before society had figured out how to deal with the changes of the world... The appearance of quirks shattered the definition of what made someone a 'normal human.' Laws lost meaning, civilization seemed to halt... It was literal decay."
"And yet, now what's considered to be a 'normal human' is having a quirk, and those without quirks have faced the same discrimination as back then, just because people think that isn't 'normal.'" Enso said.
Izuku looked down in sadness as he remembered his past again.
Toshinori continued.
"During that chaotic period, there was someone who was the first to unify the people... Stealing quirks, giving them to others who wanted them, receiving loyalty from those people, soon he became a powerful figure, essentially ruling all of Japan from the shadows..."
"But... what happened to him?" Izuku asked him.
Toshinori looked down in his palm, "He can steal quirks, you know? So anything goes... A quirk to stop aging, he must've stolen one like that. He was basically immortal... With his abilities and the chaos of the society, there didn't seem to be any hope of beating him. But..."
Toshinori turned to Izuku, "That's where One For All comes in."
"Eh?" Izuku blinked.
"I said that All For One could also give quirks to others, right?"
"You can't possibly be saying that the most powerful evil figure of the world gave someone the quirk that made you the most powerful hero in the nation?" Enso suspected.
"Not just 'anyone.' He had a younger brother... A quirkless, younger brother." Toshinori started. "His brother was small and sickly but had a strong sense of justice. He hated his older brother's deeds, so he kept resisting to follow his rule. So... the older brother force a quirk onto the younger one. A quirk that could stock power onto his younger brother. At this point, it was impossible to know if this was out of kindness or to force his younger brother into submission."
"Don't tell me..." Izuku realized.
"Yes. The younger brother thought he was quirkless, but there was something inside him. Something that neither he himself nor others around him noticed. He had a useless quirk that can pass on quirks!"
Toshinori opened his arms.
"The quirk to stock power combined with the quirk to pass on quirks! That is the origin of One For All!"
Enso put a hand to his chin, "So... Then as for what happened to All For One?"
Toshinori lowered his arms and looked down.
"As the eighth holder of One For All... I had enough power to finally fight that man... I fought him years ago... And I defeated him, I thought I defeated him. I made sure he wasn't moving... I-"
"Killed, him?" Enso narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
Hearing that, Toshinori and Izuku flinched.
"A-All Might?" Izuku uttered for confirmation.
Toshinori looked down in shame. "I... I have no excuse... I did something a hero shouldn't have done out of pure anger..." But he pointed his finger at Enso, "That doesn't mean you should do something like that!"
"But I-" Enso was about to retort, but then he picked up something out of Toshinori's lines.
"Wait... Say that again." Enso told him.
"Eh?" Toshinori wasn't expecting that kind of answer, "That doesn't mean that you should-?"
"Not that, before that."
"Um...I did something a hero shouldn't do out of pure anger?"
"Yes." Enso looked down with a hand on his chin, deep into thought. "Anger... Could it be-?"
"Enso?" Izuku partially worried about what he was thinking about, hoping that it didn't have to do with murder.
Enso snapped his fingers.
"I think I have it."
He turned to the two, "But just to be sure, Toshinori, finish what you were saying about that man. You say you finished him off, didn't you?"
Toshinori looked unsure. "I... I thought I finished him off... So I don't know why Midoriya saw him in those visions..."
Enso sighed, "Perhaps that means you didn't finish him off like you thought."
Izuku and Toshinori both looked frightened at the claim.
"But... I swear that I..." Toshinori looked down, not wanting to admit what he did.
Enso pointed at him.
"What Izuku saw has to mean something Toshinori, even you agree with that. It could've shown any other visions, and yet... It showed that man. It showed All For One, over so many injured and dead. Don't you think it could be a message from the previous holders saying that he's still alive?"
Toshinori didn't wish to believe it, but he had a point. He turned his head to Izuku.
"Young Midoriya... It pains me to say this, but it appears that one day, you will have to fight All For One..."
Izuku gulped nervously but nodded.
"I-I... I understand..."
Enso shook his legs to see if they woke up, and seeing that they did, he jumped off the bed and landed on his feet, then turning to the two.
"Toshinori... Izuku... I may know exactly what Ikari is."
Now it was their turns to pay attention to Enso.
"Toshinori, you said that when you passed One For All, you passed down eight generations worth of stockpiled power... correct?"
"Um, yes. That was how One For All grew in power."
"Well... That may have not been the only thing passed down." Enso started.
Both Toshinori and Izuku looked confused.
"Izuku, have you ever gotten angry before meeting Toshinori?"
"U-Um, well. Yes, everyone's been angry at one point before... I-I don't really tend to get too mad though."
Enso turned to Toshinori.
"And if you think about it. Ikari has never once activated in Izuku's childhood, it never came out until after Izuku received One For All."
"You're saying that One For All gave Izuku the power of Ikari? How would that happen?" Toshinori asked.
"Starting from the beginning, Izuku had never activated Ikari in his childhood before meeting you Toshinori. And as we also know, Ikari activates and is powered based on anger, perhaps with a mixture of the desires Izuku wishes to achieve. But..."
Enso pointed a finger at Izuku.
"But... that doesn't mean that it's only Izuku's anger powering it up."
"Eh?" Toshinori and Izuku blinked.
"Think about it. What Izuku saw must've been the angriest he's ever been, when Bakugo confronted him on his dream... But then he saw the other users, the memories of the other seven users. Each one had All For One in it, so that must've been their angriest moments. Being unable to fight him, being unable to save all those lives that he took, watching people die without being able to do anything... All of their anger, all of their rage... All of those feelings must've been passed down to Izuku when he received One For All."
Izuku's eyes were nearly bulging at the claim.
"Generations and generations worth of anger, all passed down to a single person who has the ability to convert anger, into power. Before receiving One For All, Izuku was too timid to ever use that kind of power from his own anger, if I know him correctly, and I know I do, he most likely barely ever got angry. But after receiving it... He became a vessel of stockpiled power and rage. I don't know why Ikari formed into its own consciousness, but I'm theorizing that it's a side effect of receiving all this power, literally creating a manifestation of rage. That's why Izuku has lost control sometimes, it's because of all this anger that isn't his, he sometimes isn't able to control it.
Izuku and Toshinori were shocked beyond belief. These claims were something that made sense, but Izuku looked mortified to discover that.
"One For All... Created Ikari?" Toshinori muttered, unable to believe it. "So then... all that pain Midoriya went through, the loss of control... was because of me passing down my quirk?"
"Th-That's not your fault All Might!" Izuku quickly flailed his moveable hand.
"Ikari is connected to you Izuku, connected to you in so many ways. Even during that battle, I saw you blast away energy, only for you to look pale. It was like you're using your own blood. And when I slashed those tendrils, you got cuts on your actual body as well. You're dangerous to yourself, so you have to find a way to come to a mutual understanding with Ikari."
Izuku looked down in worry. "I see... What if you go into my subconscious again? Try and talk to Ikari?"
"Sorry, but I'd rather risk not dying in your head again." Enso immediately shot it down.
"Figures..."
"For now... We'll have to figure out what to do later. Ikari acts out based on what you want Izuku, so I don't think he's a 'threat,' but I do think he can get out of hand."
"I see... I-I'll see what I can do." Izuku said with a determined expression.
"Good. We'll talk later." Enso turned around to walk to the door.
"Wait." Toshinori said, sounding more serious.
Enso stopped and turned back, "What is it?"
"I told both of you about the threat you'll be facing in the future, so... Don't you think you should do the same?"
"..." Enso stared at Toshinori.
Izuku glanced rather curiously at Enso.
"Fine..." Enso came back and sat down on a chair with a sigh. "As I've mentioned before... There is a serious threat coming to this world..."
"Wh-What's coming?" Izuku asked, a new face of worry growing on him.
Toshinori remembered the first night he had met Enso:
"Well Toshinori, I don't know exactly how strong this 'villain' is, but... But this monster we'll have to face in the future... it may be even worse."
Enso folded his palms together as he faced the two.
"Izuku, Toshinori... What's coming to your world will no doubt be one of the toughest challenges you'll face. By this world's standards, no... by your standards, this will be one of the worst villains you'll ever have to face."
Enso gave off an intimidating aura which showed just how serious he was.
Toshinori and Izuku felt chills going down their backs, and even Recovery Girl looked rather uneasy from her desk.
"W-Who is this... 'villain'?" Toshinori managed to speak.
Enso closed his eyes.
"Someone who treats life as his own personal playground, someone who has the ability to travel to other worlds too, with only the intention of shaping it into chaos with his own hands. His name..."
Enso opened his eyes and they gave off a dark red glow.
"...Is Lynch."
~{Meanwhile}~
In the city of Musutafu, the streets were surprisingly somewhat empty. It appeared that all the commotion of the sports festival had convince many people to stay inside and watch the live spectacle on whatever screen they had.
But there were those that didn't care about such events and were more concentrated on their own personal matters, including four men gathered up in an obscure alley between two old abandoned buildings. They were clearly thugs of some sort, as they all wore worn out, dirty coats and ripped pants.
They laughed as they took swigs of whiskey.
"Hey, how much money did you swipe from that old lady." One of them asked.
"Eh? I only got a few fucking bucks, she didn't have shit on her. I thought you said that the old ones had the most money?" The second man said as he trimmed his bushy beard with a sharp blade.
"Well, you jumped her right after she left that fancy looking restaurant, so you really think she had much left on her after she blew all her cash?" The third man said as he scratched a patch of black fur around his neck.
"Hey, cheer up guys, at least we got that bottle of whiskey she was holding. Ain't no prize like a good drink!" The fourth man said right before taking a swig of whiskey.
"Hey! Don't drink it all you arsehole!" the man with fur snarled as he snatched the bottle away.
"Wha-I was taking a sip!" the man growled back, reaching to take his prize away."
"Piss off!" The man with fur pushed his 'friend' back, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the ground on his arse.
"Or you're so dead!" The man shot back to his feet and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket.
"Ya wanna fuckin go mate!?" The other man grew some short claws in his hand while the other two just laughed at them.
But their laughter was cut off when they heard of something bubbling violently.
"Oi! Behind you! What the fuck is that!?" The man trimming his beard pulled his arm down and tightly gripped his blade.
A few feet away behind the man with the switchblade, a large, black, and circular shaped puddle about two yards in diameter emerged on the ground. The puddle violently bubbled as if it was boiling water, the popping bubbles splattered black liquid along the ground, and the stench of the liquid smelled rotten.
The man with the switchblade turned around and was shocked to see this puddle, then backing up and regrouping with the three other men.
They watched as something emerged from the mysterious black liquid.
The first thing they saw come out was a large hand and arm, yet they were covered in the thick, black liquid of the puddle. It reached out of the puddle and slammed onto the ground, splattering away much of the liquid to reveal a skinny, clawlike-hand that looked boney and rotten.
Its claws dug into the cement ground of the alleyway, when another hand came out and grabbed the ground as well, then pulling itself up.
A large figure completely emerged from the puddle, covered in the thick, black liquid that was still bubbling but was now slowly trailing off to the ground.
The moment both of its legs came out, the black puddle shrunk in size until it completely disappeared.
"Wh-What the fuck is that?!"
The four men froze as they saw the black liquid drip off the large figure, revealing its entire disfigured body.
He was a towering 8ft tall, nightmarish creature that looked to have the body of a skeletal corpse with some rotting parts of flesh as if it were some sort of large zombie. But despite the dead-like body, the figure still looked rather muscular due to abnormally thick bones seen through some open cuts of its pale skin.
As more black liquid dripped off him, more detailed features were exposed.
The only piece of actual clothing the figure wore were the remains of black business pants that had been stretched and ripped to now look like shorts. He had a heap of old bandages wrapped around his arms and entire upper body as if some kind of shirt, but filthy with splotches of dried up dark red spots.
The remains of an old noose hung around his neck that slightly swung as he took a barefoot step forward to reveal spiky and pointy toes on both feet. Multiple spikes stuck out of his back, each one made out of bone about the size of one foot.
The figure had his gaze to the ground, revealing a tattered, brown burlap bag of the sort wrapped his entire head. He let out heavy breathing that had a red mist, before then finally turning his head towards the four terrified men, all of them seeing the most terrifying part of this monster.
Instead of a normal face, he had a dark gray trauma mask that had many marks on it along with a few parts chipped away, revealing hints of rotten flesh underneath. The eyeholes and mouth had been amateurishly carved to form slanted, evil eyes and a jagged, open mouth smile. But the eyeholes and mouth were completely filled in with a mystical blood-red glow, no pupils, no irises, just a completely filled in red.
It let out a ghostly chuckle. "Well, well, well... It looks like I'm finally here." His voice echoed through the alleyway, it was rough and gave off chills. His voice was muffled behind his mask, which looked to be welded to or was entirely a part of his face.
It seemed to ignore the four men entirely, standing up with cracks of his bones ringing, staring over the men and to the busy streets of the city behind them. It then glanced around at its other surroundings, eyes glowing menacingly as it examined where he was.
"Interesting..." The large figure's feet let out loud stomps as it turned to the four men. "What do we have here?"
The four men staggered back at the overwhelming presence this 'person' gave.
"Hmph, just some street trash. But I guess you'll have to do."
Hearing that claim, more fear grew in the men, wondering what was he implying.
"GYAAAHHH!" The man with the switchblade had enough and tried to dash out of the alleyway, leaving his three other companions still frozen in place.
"Now, we can't have that..." The figure stuck out its left hand, where his palm literally opening up like a jaw and sent out four long and rotten looking tendrils stretching out after the man.
All four tendrils passed by the other men from above and caught the running man in no time, one wrapping around his face to keep him from screaming, the others catching his legs, arms, and waist before hoisting him up in the air.
"Mmph?! Mmm!" The man tried to yell as he was raised off the ground and yanked back to the figure.
"Running, not even fighting... How pathetic." He reeled in the man close, then using his other hand to wrap all of his fingers around the man's head.
He then tightened his grip as hard as he could.
"MMMMMMPPPP-! The man's attempt to scream was cut off as the loud cracks of his head crushing echoed in the alleyway. Blood spattered and dripped in the figure's hand, he opened his palm and dropped the crushed man's head and corpse onto the floor.
"So... Anyone else?"
The other three men were completely frozen in place, choosing not to move or end up like their fellow man.
"Good, now..." The large figure stepped over to the men and crouched down. "I need only ONE of you to tell me about this world, as well as where to find a certain person. But the question is..."
He slowly pointed a boney finger at them.
The men couldn't see it, but the figure was grinning in excitement.
"Who's gonna fight for it?"
