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"Honestly this is getting out of hand," Ritsuka contemplated as he looked at the mass of students gazing at him. "Is it impossible for a human to get a job here," he pouted to Edmond who was eating his food without much thought.

"I think it's the quirkless aspect," he responded, glaring at a few who tried to get closer. They jumped before rushing back to their seats, whispering amongst one another like they managed to complete something.

"Don't scare off our students," Ritsuka bopped him on the nose as the noise increased.

'How can he be so casual with someone so much stronger?'

'Why does count follow orders from a quirkless?'

'You think the reason he was punished is because he doesn't want to guard someone who's gonna end up cutting the rope soon?'

'Quirkless don't belong here...they're useless.'

Ritsuka froze at that word and Edmond looked to his master in apprehension. That word was one he hated with such a passion that only his own hatred could be matched up with it.

"My, oh my. Perhaps it's not best to let this blow over," he sighed, getting up as Edmond tried to grab his hand and convince him to not do it but it was no use. With purpose Ritsuka strode to the student who spoke, one of his second years with his friends, he was in the heroics course as well if memory serves him right.

"Mr. Fujimaru," he, Kanakawa, said as he looked up. "Is something the matter?"

"Quirkless don't belong here, their useless is what you said," he smiled as the other tensed slightly before shaking head.

"I'm a heroic student. I would never say anything about the people I am to protect in the future. It's un-"

"Do not lie to me," Ritsuka interrupted with a smile, the whole cafeteria silent as they watched. "I do not like lairs."

"I'm not! You must have misheard because I-ACK," he choked as a hand gripped his throat in such a binding grip he could only claw at it uselessly as he was ripped from his seat and raised up into the air. His feet dangled as he struggled in the quirkless teacher's grip, he let out pathetic whines in an attempt to speak as he looked into the dark eyes of his teacher.

"I know...that you despise my class," he murmured. "I know that you do not like me for being quirkless, but you're even more pathetic than me,' he gave a wolfish smile. "So insecure," he crooned.

"Ritsuka," Edmond warned...or was he. He looked to be enjoying the show.

"You're like a baby, so unsure of himself," he squeezed harder and grinned at the whine he received. "You hide all that insecurity behind a false bravado that's arrogant and prideful...but to your peers you're charismatic and on the way to be a good hero. That's what people see as a good hero...they don't see the ugliness of what you're doing," he mocked. "No, no...that's what gets people killed, your attitude."

"What would happen," Edmond began. "If a child, quirkless, was before you. Ready to fall to their death? Was bleeding from their wrists? Sounds like you would abandon them."

"Oh he would...he would claim he 'tried' to talk to them...to stem the bleeding...but he wouldn't..would you," Ritsuka cocked his head to the side.

"I...hrrgh…"

"He's turning blue...any more pressure and that neck goes crack," Edmond mocked. "It wouldn't be hard for you, Vice Director. I distinctly remember a would-be assassin that tried to...end you and ended up being taken out by yourself."

"Hmm...indeed, indeed," Ritsuka nodded before dropping the boy. He landed like a pile of bricks, gasping for air in his lungs as he coughed and shook on the ground. He screamed as a foot landed on his chest, sending him sprawling onto his back. He choked as the same foot landed on his abused throat, pressure on it once more as he was loomed over by his teacher.

"Now," Edmond approached, the boy looking at his boot in worry. "Would he be Chaldea's intern? We'd have let our teachers smoke him until nearly dead and then throw him to the streets," he chuckled. "Send him on patrol like that."

"Indeed...I rarely ever discipline one of our own...but when I do...hmmm...they tend to be out of commission for a while," he purred eyes boring into Kanakawa before he lifted his foot and stepped back. "You best get your attitude together. Or you'll find out what I am really capable of," he warned, leaving the cafeteria...or tried to.

Aizawa blocked his path, glowering at his fellow teacher.

"Out of my way," Ritsuka sighed. "I am in no mood to socialize any more than needed. And I doubt you want my ire?"

"No. We are speaking-"

'It's one of my teaching methods," he explained with a smirk. "Much like your explosions...besides, I didn't do anything harmful to his lovely," he mocked, "voice."

"I can't agree-"

"Let's leave," Count growled. "Now," he glared at Aizawa as Ritsuka pushed past him. "Never," he snarled, contorting into something inhuman. "Stop us again."

The man moved past the teacher who felt as if his life was flashing before his eyes.

THE NEXT DAY

Izuku...was scared. But he was also upset.

That's all he could think about as he walked to Fujimaru's little station area where the buses would be to take them to the museum. It was silent between class A and B as they walked down the many steps in pure silence.

The scene in the cafeteria...it was intense.

He knew that Fujimaru-Sensei was going to be mocked and bullied, that he was going to be scrutinized and have horrible things said about him. For the first few days he took it in stride, he still taught them about Angra and his life with a smile, with banter with Count. Nothing changed...until Kanakawa spoke.

He saw something inhuman in Fujimaru-Sensei...something evil and broken inside that smiling professor. It was...it...was not what he expected.

He was a good teacher, he taught them that the duality of Good and Evil was not merely in heroics that it was in everyday life and the things they took for normal had many reasons as to why they were done. He was a good teacher, he answered questions, helped them with their confusions and he took time to speak to them.

He didn't hurt a fly, he was always promoting that you should not go and hurt people without a reason. Even though Chaldea was one of the high kill rate agencies, the people they went after were truly vile and they always gave petty crooks a second chance.

Fujimaru-Sensei was kind and didn't seem like he could hurt anyone without words...until that day.

He looked to be enjoying the pain he inflicted on that student as he brought out his insecurities about himself to the people in the cafeteria and mocked him for it. Logically he was teaching him a lesson...but he was so...so…

He didn't think Fujimaru-Sensei was so strong. It was almost like he was trained to be that strong but it made no sense. He was a vice director that wasn't a hero, why did he need to train? Why did he have skills that he tried to get but was unable to when he was quirkless, what made him so special when he was only 10 years older than Izuku himself?

How did he manage to get so far in a hero society that shunned their very existence.

Izuku shook his head as they approached the station, where Fujimaru was reading on an iPad as Count smoked beside him on a bench; leg on his knee as he turned to greet them.

He best not dwell on the thoughts, as intrusive as they were.

"How do you two feel about leaving the class alone with him for the day," Mic turned to Aizawa and Vlad as they watched Fujimaru greet the children from the teachers lounge.

"I'm worried, not going to lie," Vlad sighed, scratching the back of his head as he turned away. "Fujimaru was stronger than I thought he was and he's a lot crueler than I originally pegged him to be."

"It makes sense though," Aizawa spoke up, making all the teachers look at him. "After all, Chaldea is forcing Heroes to kill."

"What," Midnight gasped as Mic got up to place a hand on Aizawa's shoulder.

"Shou...what the hell are you talking about," he murmured.

"He left the school with his iPad in an unlocked drawer. He was confident for sure that no one would touch," Aizawa began. "I had to look...and I saw reports of internal problems of them acting out of them and punishments that looked like torture...and I saw files of children...children who are making debuts soon."

"What," Nezdu demanded.

"I...I could only piece together so much before I had to stop and clean the thing. I couldn't risk being caught," he sighed, crossing his arms. "Solitary in a blackout room, training to meet an impossible quota, drinking poison laced drinks as punishment…"

"Did you manage to get the evidence on your flash drive," Nezdu pressed him.

"Too risky with their tech...but if we can manage to get him to speak…"

"Very well," Nezdu grumbled. "But it won't be easy, Chaldea is getting a lot of love at the moment with their humanitarian efforts and they have many heroes so it's easy to rotate out, punish heal and then debut again."

"And none of them have any real lasting mental effects," Hound Dog added. "At least at surface level."

"We'll save them, Vlad nodded, turning to Aizawa. "We'll save those heroes and those kids."

"Yeah," Mic smiled.

"Hopefully."

"And how is Watanabe's punishment going," Ritsuka asked Edmond as he looked through the file.

"Solitary confinement after attempting to provoke Shuten into a fight for Ibaraki's hand is nearing its end. Ibaraki has visited every day to speak to him before leaving. So it really wasn't much of a punishment," Edmond shrugged.

"Achilles?"

"He's managed to reach Chiron's quota for the defacement of the modern Greek heroes statue."

"What did he do again?"

"He pissed on it."

"Right," Ritsuka shook his head. "Van Gogh?"

"They seemed to enjoy drinking poison...I think Van Gogh hoped it would kill him with the other loon inside that body seemed to hate it."

"Well I wasn't punishing Van Gogh so it worked," he shrugged as he placed the iPad down as they approached the Museum. "And now...time for some history no?"

"Heh...and where will you start?"

"They'll go exploring," Ritsuka winked, as he crossed his legs giving a cheeky grin to his Servant who rolled his eyes. "I want them to become interested...besides...they fear me."

"They ought to learn that the nicest people are the ones to fear," Edmond leaned forward, eyes on the students of Class B who rode with them. They were all tense. "Just as people fear me."

"They fear you because you are violent."

``And you're not?"

"Heh…" Ritsuka smiled as the bus stopped.

'Alright here we go," Kintoki nodded as the other bus stopped behind them, Odysseus giving a thumbs up as he placed the bus in park.

"Now," Ritsuka called to the class. "Please go to the steps of the building and wait for instructions! I will be with you in a moment after I speak to our drivers," he smiled as the children nodded, moving to head off the bus as they looked to the Chaldean staff that had come that day.

"Honestly, you would think we're leading them to their deaths," Kintoki chuckled as the last girl, one who looked like a Mushroom rushed off the bus and to her classmates.

"Indeed, thought my outburst didn't help things," Ritsuka shook his head as they exited the bus.

"That child deserves the punishment you doled out to him and more," Odysseus grunted as he walked forward giving a curt nod to the other servants who did the same.

"Your opinion of Class A," Ritsuka demanded as he took out his iPad.

"They have...some promise," he acknowledged. "That boy...Bakugou? He seems like he would be the easiest with how much he talks...but he doesn't have the conviction to kill and hurt. He's resourceful in all the wrong ways. He spoke of the ways to takedown a villain...but it was often without too much injury to the other party."

"Sometimes a mortal wound is what you need. If they can't even do that," Ritsuka shook his head.

"Who will be here in the museum again," Kintoki asked as he looked to the entrance.

"Hmm oh," Ritsuka hummed. "Murasaki is the receptionist today and we gave Cas Gil, Paracelsus and Avicebron here today for the wards. They should be fine. They are making sure that exhibits are complete as well," Ritsuka shrugged. "You two rest up some and get something to eat yeah?"

"Thanks. Two hours right," Kintoki asked as his fellow rider went to his phone.

"Yes, until then."

The duos separated with the Riders heading off for some free time and the Master servant duo heading to the students who looked to the building in awe.

"Ahaha! I am quite proud of this and so is the Director," he said to them all as he took point. "Now today is a day for you all to explore and find some people, legends, myths or artifacts you find interesting! I want you all to at least find 5 things in the two hours we were here," he winked to them. "You all have access to the floors 1-5. Floor 6 is the offices of the curators," he explained. "Now to get your badges."

The students swallowed as they entered the rather expensive looking building with their teacher. They were sure to treat this place like a library or hero museum with the utmost care and delicate hand…

Until they got the reception.

"I SAID YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! IRAKALLA WAS NOT UNDER URUK UNTIL THE LATER AGES OF BABYLON," a Chaldean hero, it had to be, roared to another who wiped spit off his face.

"Pardon me," he was soft spoken for sure but he looked ready to murder. "I am not from Uruk and I don't study it! I am an Alchemist! I care not for the Age of Gods outside of my study!"

"YOU INSOLENT MONGREL!"

"Please stop! You'll disrupt the peace," a woman looked to the point of tears.

"You want to fight me you lowly mage," the blonde man hissed.

"I am Paracelsus Von Hohenheim! I will not stand for slander against my contributions to this world," the man seethed, five glowing orbs began to circle around him as the other man took out a stone table that glowed a golden hue.

"You fight in here and I will have you on Beast duty for the next century," Ritsuka's voice was chillingly cold as he approached the two, his face pulled into a tight smile. "Paracelsus.. .Gilgamesh? What in the hell is going on here?"

"This buffon put me in charge of Babylon's history despite him nagging me over every little thing when it was he and the other middle eastern operative that would have been better suited for the job," Paracelsus stomped his foot in rage as Gil scoffed.

"Consider it an honor to handle those items you mongrel," he sneered.

"I never asked too! I would be in my lab right at this moment after making sure the renaissance exhibit is up to standards," the man shot back.

"Please you're disturbing the peace," Murasaki pleaded as the two continued to yell back and forth.

"ENOUGH," Ritsuka roared, making the very foundations shake at his anger. "I don't care what happened, I don't care if things are wrong I will fix them in class. Both of you leave and where is Avicebron?"

"Here," a new voice spoke as a man with four arms, horns, faceless mask and glowing gem in the middle of his chest approached. "I have concluded that my area is all up to date and I will be in my office for the time being."

"Very good," Ritsuka sighed, shaking his head as he waved his hand to them. "I have a class today so no fighting today alright?"

"Tch. I'll be in my exhibit to make sure he didn't do anything," Gilgamesh shook his head and pushed past the renaissance man who growled in response.

"I will be in my exhibit as well, since I know that," he mocked as he walked away.

"You two," Ritsuka felt a headache forming as he looked to them all. "Just go to your areas. Avicebron I will speak with you in a moment."

"Very well," he nodded before heading to the elevator, passing by a star struck Mezo who never thought he'd ever meet the Four Handed Earth Shifter: Avicebron.

"Now," Ritsuka smiled. "You have free reign, get your keycards that you'll keep with you until the end of your schooling," he clapped his hands. "Enjoy yourselves and keep away from Gil. He's in a bad mood," he sighed, moving to speak to Edmond who was laughing off to the side with Murasaki who looked ready to faint.

"Please, state your name and class so I can give you your badges," she spoke to them all who nodded.

"There are seeds of discord within Class A-1," Ritsuka murmured as he placed a hand on Edmond's arm. "Izuku Midoriya and Bakugou Katsuki."

"Izuku was said to have been quirkless before the day of the exam," Edmond nodded to him. "Bakugou...he has some opinions from what the Hassan tells me."

"Joy...I love pompous cocks who have nothing but peacocks to strut," Ritsuka smirked as Edmond chuckled, taking off his hat before his coat followed. "I will be on the European floor for the time being. You?"

"I will be in Solomon's exhibit," Ritsuka nodded, waving off Edmond's concern with a smile. "It has been a long time since I have seen his ring."

"Very well."

Izuku couldn't help but feel...in awe, as simple as that. This place was amazing, the artifacts and the stories that go along with it.

It was so colorful and a lot less….war oriented than he expected.

"OMG! Sigurd and Brynhildr's romance is so tragic," Mina gushed as the girlsed rushed to the Norse exhibit.

"What about Odysseus and his struggle to get back to wife," Hakagure shot back as she rushed to the girls.

"It's all so sad," Momo sighed as they vanished from sight.

"Yo! Beowulf is so manly," Kirishima looked so animated as he looked over the Celtic heroes when Izuku made his way to the second floor. "That fight with Grendel is crazy!"

"Dude, I read that Gilgamesh and his bud Enkidu ripped off a holy bulls leg and mocked the goddess who owned it by waving it in the air," Sero chuckled.

"I read that the twin goddess Ershikgal and Ishtar had some sort of understanding with one another, though what it was I can't figure it out," a girl from Class B, Izuku thought her name was Setsuna, told her friends.

"Apparently the basis of Hell Hath no Fury like a woman scorned came from Ershikagal and her husband who really wasn't too great…" Yui murmured, another Class B.

The legends were so colorful.

Izuku hummed to himself as he looked at his paper and scrunched his nose. He only had 3 things of the required five.

1. The History of the Hassans and the Old Men of the Mountain

What was the purpose of the Hassan?

Why did they die off so quickly?

Why were there so many restrictions on how to join?

Why did they fight to be leaders?

2. Hercules, Ascliepus, Dioscuri, humans meant to be Gods

Why was Hercules made a god after everything that happened to him?

Ascelipus was punished for bringing humans back to life and then granted godhood, why?

Castor was a human demigod, Pollux was a god, but they were twins?

3. What does it mean to surpass love and hate?

Attend et Espère?

4. ?

With a sigh Izuku went up another floor and froze.

What the hell was that?

Before him was a giant mosaic depicting a life and death battle, the people who were shown in life rushed on the ground to the being cloaked in darkness that came from above. Their features were not real...they weren't distinguishable at all. It wasn't so much gorey as it was highly unnerving.

Shaking his head he turned to his right where another mosaic met him, 9 people stood beside one another, smirking or blank faced as red and black swirled around them. Izuku reached the only thing in the chamber and read.

The 7 Beasts of Humanity. Humanities Sins.

Beast I of Pity

Beast II of Regression

Beast III/L of Pleasure/Depravity

Beast/R of Pleasure/Lust

Beast IV of Comparison

Beast V of?

Beast VI/? Of ?

Beast VI/? Of ?

Beast VII of ?

What?

Izuku looked at the mass of people on the mosaic and took note of their highly demonic look. And he had his fourth thing.

4. What are the Beasts of Humanity?

If they are sins of humanity should they not be one of the Seven Deadly Sins seen in Christian mythology?

Pride, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, Envy?

Izuku sniffed as he turned to head to the only other room in this entire floor before he froze.

Fujimaru-Sensei was there in the rood where only a single mosaic stood.

He was an intimidating man even though it was nothing more than glass and grout. Long white hair contrasted by tanned skin with black tattoos all over his body.

"If only you could see this world," Fujumaru sighed, placing a hand on the small glass cube that held the man's artifact. "You'd weep at how much this world has fallen, not after devouring all the sweets it has to offer," the man giggled. "And I….Izuku," Fujimaru Sensei turned to where he was hiding, his face shadowed by his hair. "It's rude to stare."

"S...Sorry!"

"It's nothing to worry about. Our time is nearly up. Have you found some things to ask in class next we meet," his teacher sighed, moving away from the artifact...a single golden ring?

"Y..yeah...I only got four though," he murmured as his teacher took the paper.

"These are good," the man smiled before it fell as it read the last part. "I would ask you not to dwell on the beasts too much. And not to ask it in class."

"Huh? Why," Izuku asked. "I'm really confused on this and I would-"

"It's not a finished exhibit and it won't be for a long time I'm afraid," his teacher gave a tired sigh. "It's a taxing thing to figure out and most of our researchers quit after one is discovered."

"But-"

"Izuku," his voice took the same tone as it did with Kanakawa. "Leave it be. You'll get full points for all you have now. SO head back down. I need to finish things up here."

"R...right," Izuku nodded as he took the offered notebook back and rushed to the elevator. His eyes caught the name plate of the exhibit.

King Solomon, King of Magic.

Magic?

How strange.

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