Chapter Seven

Begin! Class 1-S

U.A High School had once looked very intimidating to Izuku, but now, as he stood at the steps leading to the front entrance, something about it all didn't seem as terrifying anymore,

You've been through a lot, that much is true, Musabori commented. Sensing that Izuku had more on his mind, he continued, I know, I'll tell you more soon, I just need to think about what all happened…

He was referring to that night a couple of weeks ago, when Izuku had discovered Bakugo and the girl he met recently, Itsuka Kendo, being attacked by a group of ruffians. One of them had even somehow known about Musabori, but due to the intense feelings amongst the group for the time, Izuku didn't ask anymore questions, instead taking the girl to the nearest hospital.

Bakugo as well hadn't reached out to Izuku since then. Knowing him, there was no way he'd want to talk things through- But there's also no way he'd give up on excelling at U.A.

Kacchan… I hope you're here.

"Midoriya?"

Izuku broke away from his thoughts and looked back, seeing that Itsuka was approaching him, the girl wearing U.A's uniform, which consisted of a long-sleeve, button-up white shirt, a gray jacket with blue-green stripes, and a red tie along with a dark-green skirt.

The orange-haired girl smiled at him. "You look good in the uniform!"

For a moment, Izuku almost thought that he had thought that, and his face became incredibly red, turning away. It was true that Itsuka was very attractive, but he had been trying to push that far back in his mind. Now that it came through again, all of the embarrassment flooded through with it.

"T-T-Thanks," Izuku responded. Itsuka let out a laugh at his reaction.

"I'm still amazed at your social skills," she commented. "You have every reason to be confident and cocky, you know."

Rubbing the back of his head, Izuku shrugged. "I-I'm not one to boast or anything."

Itsuka eyed him seriously, fighting back the urge to mention that night. From all she remembered, she had been fighting off the villains as best she could before passing out, and when she had come to, Izuku was carrying her in his arms heading to the hospital. When she had looked up to him at that time, he had looked really, really cool, but also deeply troubled.

The explanation she has given was that some street thugs had assaulted her, but a Hero had saved her. Since her memory truly was fuzzy, she gave only vague details, deciding that what Izuku had done could very well be akin to vigilantism. After a quick recovery,, the authorities had escorted her home and searched the area she had described… Which, unfortunately, had turned out fruitless.

"Well… That's good." She put a smile back on again. "Did your message tell you? We're supposed to all meet at the gymnasium first thing."

Izuku nodded, remembering Best Jeanist mentioning this. "All of us from each Hero class, right? I wonder what that's about…"

He had a hunch, after the #4 Hero had explained a bit about Class 1-S. From the sounds of it, it was almost like a special placement… More pressure for him, of course.

The two continued into U.A, following the direction of some older students who directed them towards the gym area. Looking around, Izuku managed to spot both Shoto Todoroki and Inasa Yoarashi amongst the students, both standing out in their own ways. Another one as well, Juzo, was very distinguished in the crowd, but Izuku was trying to find one face in particular…

"ALRIGHHHHHHHHHT!" The booming voice of Present Mic made Izuku, and several others, jump in surprise. They quickly made their way inside, seeing that the Voice Hero was standing in front of the students who were already gathering. "Class A! Over there! Class B! Over there! And Class S… UP FRONT!"

Izuku could hear confusion amongst some of the students, hearing questions of 'What's Class S'? He gulped, not wanting to be the center of attention at all, but his fears of that being the case were coming true.

"Well, I'll see you later, Midoriya," Itsuka said, putting a hand on his arm. He pulled away shyly, making the girl laugh. "You gotta work on that."

As she left, giving him a small wave, he saw she was heading towards the 1-B group. Then she stopped for a moment, and gave a wave to someone else…

It was Bakugo. He gave the girl a look, but didn't respond to her wave. She didn't seem perturbed by this as the boy walked past her and headed towards the front near Present Mic, but instead looked back to Izuku and shrugged with a smile before continuing on.

Kacchan looks pretty… Calm.

Hmph, we'll see how long that lasts for.

Approaching the front, Izuku stood amongst seven others of his peers, facing down those who were apparently going to be in Classes 1-A and 1-B. He felt his nervousness growing under their face, as it was like they were being put upon display.

"O K A Y! Now listen up! These are the teachers who will be representing your classes! Everybody- Give a big hand for-"

Suddenly, Present Mic's collar moved up and covered his mouth. He stood there, finger pointed to the sky, his voice muffled. That's when Best Jeanist stepped out to reveal himself.

"Thank you, Present Mic," the Hero spoke coolly, releasing his Quirk. "That will be good for now."

Glumly, the loud Hero took a step back as Best Jeanist, Eraserhead, and Vlad all went towards their respective classes. There was a lot of commotion amongst the 1-A and 1-B students at seeing Best Jeanist there, but those up front with 1-S had all apparently seen him already, as Izuku had.

"This year at U.A is set to be very unique," Best Jeanist began. "Everybody here is your classmate, your teammate, but also your rival."

They're really playing this up-

Shhh!

Next it was Eraserhead who spoke. "Class 1-A… Class 1-B… Ahead of you is what you must strive for."

Then Vlad. "Class 1-S! That's right! They're the top of the class right now, at this very second- But that means nothing! You can knock them down a peg if you try hard!"

Best Jeanist raised a hand towards the 1-S students and continued. "Those standing here can exit 1-S at any time after this assembly," he explained, "If any from 1-A or 1-B are deemed to be more fitting. Look at them now, and realize that they are just like all of you. I want you to think about how you can beat them, but also how you can work with them to further yourselves."

The Hero opened his arms wide for effect. "We are going to turn you all into proper Heroes. This group of first years will become the standard for new Hero training to come."

Everyone was wowed into silence, taking it all in. Izuku took a breath of relief, the ire that was directed at 1-S dissipating a bit-

Then it got worse.

"Let us sound off, Class 1-S." Best Jeanist ran a thumb along the brim of his collar. "You'll be the targets of your classmates, you should be ready to stand at the top if you wish to remain here!"

"Katsuki Bakugo!"

"Momo Yaoyorozu!"

"Shoto Todoroki!"

"Izuku Midoriya!"

"Setsuna Tokage!"

"Juzo Honenuki!"

"Inasa Yoarashi!"

"Neito Monoma!"

At the final call, there was silence for a moment. Izuku felt like he wanted to go warp away and hide from all the looks they were receiving now. Even Itsuka seemed to be very thoughtful as she watched them, a serious expression on her face, albeit not hostile like some of the students had.

What did you expect? Hahaha! This school shit is gonna be fun after all, ey? Musabori laughed heartily in their mind.

Class 1-S had a classroom situated right next to A and B. It had apparently been added on to the school when the curriculum change was put in place, though judging from the hallway door, which was very tall and matched the others, you couldn't really tell that.

Izuku had heard things pass through the grapevine of students already. Something about Aizawa and Vlad being very strict teachers, possibly even failing entire classes before. That left a lot of questions about Best Jeanist, who had never taught at U.A before, and how strict someone as great as the #4 Hero would probably be.

He took a deep breath as he and the others followed Best Jeanist to the door. Once there, he slid it open and stepped inside. When Izuku stepped to the doorway, he let out an audible gasp.

The 1-S Classroom was anything but ordinary.

The room was much larger than one might've thought, based on how close the classroom doors were. It actually spanned much farther back and much farther along the hallway than the single door would have implied.

"T-This is…"

"Like a courtroom…?" The comment came from the boy Izuku recognized was Juzo.

Truly, the room was very regal in design. At the center were eight desks that faced each other in a circular pattern, then there was a much taller platform by the wall with a seat behind it, where Best Jeanist went and sat. He motioned with a wave of his hand to the desks below.

"Much like your peers in Class A and Class B," he began, "You will be watching each other, helping each other grow through experience as you strive to better yourselves."

Twisting his fingers, strands suddenly appeared from small velvet markings on each desk, moving up to attach to his hand. With a simple waggle of his fingers, he was able to make the desks move and rearrange themselves to face towards him now, the seats of each desk seemingly attached as well.

"You're under my scrutinizing eye at all times as well, much like you will be under the watchful view of the public, as Heroes."

He let the strands return and leaned into his large podium, hands clasped together as he stared down at his students.

"Everyone, take a seat. It's time we begin."

After everyone found a seat, they all watched as Best Jeanist held up two fingers.

"There are two things you must take into account for this class immediately," he spoke firmly. "One: You must keep your head, for that is a sign of a proper Hero. Listen, and analyze. Two: You must always be aware of your surroundings."

The seats had been rearranged by Jeanist's Quirk to be in two rows of four. Izuku, who was sitting in the back row, left-center, felt something on his arms and looked down in surprise.

Threads..?! He watched as threads attached to his uniform and held him there. Looking around, he saw the others were also equally as stuck now. The desks all rearranged themselves from Jeanist's threads back into a circle, so everyone was facing towards each other. To his left was the girl named Tokage, and to his right, the wind-user Yoarashi from the exam, both seemed equally as confused.

"Two of you have been tasked with taking down the others in your class, to swiftly exit them from the course," Best Jeanist explained. "This has been done in secret between the time of your arrival today to now."

Something like that happened?!

Best Jeanist leaned in, gazing down at the students with a foreboding look.

"Now… Who can tell me who they are?"

Silence ensued, but the tension in the class was certainly present as everyone looked around. Izuku took the time to really take everyone in at that point, his mind going a million miles an hour.

Shoto Todoroki seemed to be keeping his cool, appearing much more contemplative than the rest.

Setsuna Tokage and Neito Monoma both had smiles, which was a little off-putting, both almost seeming to enjoy the tension.

Inasa Yoarashi's big smile was a bit of a different case, the broad-shouldered boy seemingly always happy anyways.

Momo Yaoyorozu seemed to be analyzing everybody closely, much like Izuku was. As their gaze met for a moment, he couldn't help but look away from embarrassment.

You really suck, Musabori teased.

Ignoring him, Izuku saw that Bakugo was too distracted by being held in place, his teeth clenched as he angrily tried to break free.

Juzo Honenuki seemed to be keeping it cool, just using his eyes to look around. He always seemed subtle, even during the exam, but if he's made it this far, there was obviously more to him than met the eye.

SNAP! It was Yaoyarashi who suddenly stood, seemingly breaking free from the strands without much issue.

"Sensei! I have an answer," he exclaimed, throwing up a salute.

"And that is…?"

"Nobody! This is just a test!"

Izuku was surprised by this, the thought never even crossing his mind. A test, so like.. Just a way to get into our heads? I see—

"Wrong."

With the movement of his hand, strands enveloped Yaoyarashi in a cocoon. Izuku felt himself sweating as he saw the boy get swallowed up.

Ah! What the… Musabori! Help?

Already asking for me to cheat for you? You're quite the rebel!

Now it was Juzo who suddenly piped up. "I-I think it's that green-haired kid! He's got some pretty crazy powers."

"Wrong."

POOMF! Juzo was encased in threads. Next it was Yaoyorozu who spoke up, albeit much more calmly.

"If some of us were truly given instructions to sabotage… Then they should come forward right now, since this is a Hero class," the girl spoke confidently.

"If only it worked that way," Todoroki muttered.

"This is so obvious," Monoma said with a laugh, the blonde squirming around in his seat. "Why can't you guys see it?! This is why I—"

POOMF! Cocooned.

Bakugo growled. "This is just stupid, what the hell are you—"

POOMF! Cocooned.

Now it was just Izuku, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Tokage left. Nobody spoke up at this point, and the tension continued to grow—

Until Best Jeanist began to clap lightly.

"Good. Keeping your head is the first thing I mentioned," he spoke, lifting a finger up. "You were given a statement, then asked a question you had no reasonable way of answering. It was true that there were no saboteurs, but to assume as such is reckless— Just as reckless as answering with no evidence."

With some hand movements, all of the cocooned students were suddenly freed, and Izuku felt the threads holding him down let up.

"You four have passed the first test, but Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, and Tokage, you three showed the most level of attitudes," Best Jeanist said. "Midoriya, you seemed about ready to lose yourself. Overthinking things is a critical mistake. Though I cannot deny that analysis is key to dissolving situations."

"But what the hell's the point," Bakugo spat. "Just makin half of us look stupid?"

Best Jeanist shook his head. "I'm showing you what it feels like when one single action turns on you."

"The public's watchful eye," Yaoyorozu repeated Jeanist's earlier words.

Nodding at this, their teacher stood and outstretched his arms as if encompassing all of his students.

"Listen, watch, and do not assume. These are key factors of becoming proper Heroes," he spoke. "And now that you know these key factors— Let's do some introductions."

Everyone began to introduce themselves. Todoroki kept it short and simple, while Yaoyorozu and Juzo gave very polite introductions.

"I plan on becoming a top Hero for sure," Yoarashi exclaimed proudly, "I was the #1 recommended student after all!"

Next was Tokage, the dark-green, unkempt hair swaying and her surprisingly sharp teeth highlighted by her enthusiastic speaking. "I really, really hope we can all get along and get stronger together!"

When Monoma stood, the boy held a cocky grin as he held a hand over his face, before throwing his arm out in a dramatic flourish.

"I'm glad to meet you all! After all, I am gracing the students of U.A with my presence, and you'll all make me look better in the long run!"

"Is that something you just… Say to people?" The comment came from Juzo.

Monoma chuckled. "Even my confidence is superior it seems. Oh my!"

After Monoma's incredible display of arrogance, Izuku stood up, feeling his nerves hitting him once more at being stared at.

"I'm I-Izuku Midoriya… I'm, um, glad to be here!"

Verrrry smooth.

"My goals.. I… Well…" He cleared his throat, mentally pushing Musabori away to focus. "I want to be like All Might!"

A scowl came from Bakugo, whose eyes were averted the whole time. Todoroki, as well, seemed to not have any interest in looking at his peers.

"Who doesn't?" Tokage grinned after her response, to which Izuku chuckled nervously.

"Copying a Pro Hero isn't a path to becoming great," Best Jeanist commented. "The next generation must learn and evolve."

"I-I know, I'll make sure to find my own path. I can't become All Might, but… I'll do great things like he does!"

"Hm, I'm sure you will."

Izuku sat down, remembering the strange dream where Best Jeanist and Akemi had been present. He had thought since then that it wasn't just a dream, that they had done something with his mind… But he couldn't be sure until he asked their teacher in private, since he had never been contacted by either of those two since then.

Lastly, Bakugo stood, glaring down at his desk, hands stuffed into his pockets.

"I don't really care what the rest of you think," he said. "Being #1 is my thing. Nobody can challenge me on that."

Yoarashi let out a hearty laugh. "It's good to think that way, Bakugo!"

Bakugo flashed an angry look at that. "Unlike some of you freaks, I've got the power to back it up."

"Oh?" Yoarashi's grin only grew wider. "I'd love to see that power!"

"Oh yeah? Then how about—"

Bakugo stopped as he was suddenly pulled back into his seat by a thread. He scowled up towards Best Jeanist, who was shaking his head.

"There will be plenty of time for proving your strength," Best Jeanist said. "For now, we will go over the basic orientation— But after that..."

"The gloves come off."

When lunchtime came, Itsuka was on the lookout for one person in particular, and found him sitting alone at a table, looking pretty worn out.

"Hey Midoriya.. Um.." As she sat, she saw just how wrecked he seemed. "Are you alright?"

Izuku nodded, his eyes downcast on his tray of food. "Yeah…"

Is Jeanist really that tough? Izuku wondered. During Vlad's first homeroom with Class B, he had yelled something about not losing to Aizawa and Class A, and proceeded to give them a series of physical tests to check their Quirks. It was strenuous, but nothing too terrible.

"I… I just wanted to tell you thanks," she decided to stay. This got Izuku's attention, the boy looking towards her. "You know why, but… Can we talk about it sometime? That was pretty crazy, you know."

"S-Sure, it's just… Obviously it's nothing I can talk about publicly," Izuku said with a sigh, a flash of the villain's attack popping into his mind. The aftermath when Bakugo had stumbled away refusing help, and Izuku had taken Itsuka to the hospital, only to return and find no sign of the defeated villains. "I'm... sorry you got involved…"

"Well, here," Itsuka said with a smile, putting a folded paper on the table. "This is my number."

Izuku's tiredness seemed to vanish as he blushed. "N-N-Number?"

Itsuka raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Phone number?"

Musabori would normally make a smug comment here, so Izuku instinctively snatched the paper and nodded to her, smiling with wavering confidence. No such comment was made.

"O-Okay! I'll message you later then," Izuku said with just a bit too much enthusiasm.

Itsuka laughed and leaned in, "Well, I'm here now, so tell me what happened. What's Best Jeanist like?"

Izuku's eyes looked away as he remembered the events from earlier. "Well…"

Earlier…

The students of 1-S had changed into their gym clothes, which were dark blue with thick white lines across it that created the letters 'U.A', and were standing at one of U.A's many large, oversized training facilities. This one in particular seemed to simulate an industrial area, with many pipes running along everywhere between smokestacks and factory buildings.

"One at a time, you'll head off into this facility, with the goal of reaching the other side," Best Jeanist explained. "Along the way are choices which will guide your path. Incorrect choices lead to more difficult paths. If you get stuck, you fail."

"Fail? Like… We get a bad grade?" Tokage questioned, tilting her head a bit.

"Fail, as in you will promptly be replaced in Class 1-S," Best Jeanist replied.

Yoarashi laughed and cracked his knuckles. "Nice! Big stakes already! This is the best kind of stuff."

Izuku thought for a moment before raising a hand and speaking when Best Jeanist acknowledged him. "Is there a time limit?"

"Good question. The next person will be staggered by two minutes, but if anyone who starts after you reaches the goal before you, you fail."

This definitely made it more dire for everyone, making even the ones who were usually all smiles get a bit more serious.

"Another thing— You must use your Quirks inquisitively. Destruction will not be tolerated—"

"With that, let's begin— Midoriya, you'll be first."

Izuku gasped, all eyes turning to him. Of course…!

Stepping up to the entrance to the facility, Izuku took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves at being the center of attention.

Lighting a fire under your ass.. I bet that teacher of yours knows everything after all!

We have to assume that's the case, Izuku thought. If he wants usto be pushed further, then we'll just show him what we've got, right?

Hell yeah! Let's give 'em hell!

"Your time started forty-five seconds ago," Best Jeanist stated suddenly.

Izuku gasped and looked over at the Pro Hero. "W-What?"

The man looked down at his watch. "Time's ticking."

Gritting his teeth, Izuku muttered, "Breath of the Void!"—

And with that, he was off, sprinting at an impressive speed into the facility. After only a few strides, he was covered in darkness as he went below a row of thick pipelines.

No matter what the obstacles are, we can get through it with Dimensional Shift, I'm sure, he thought as he ran. Since I don't know anything about this place, I can't Warp, except maybe back to the start.

Hmm… Musabori seemed to be lost in thought about something.

What is it?

Izuku slid to a stop, his breathing deep and heavy as his blood flooded through his veins hotly. Ahead of them was a sign with two arrows, one pointing left and the other pointing right.

"You must save one person from a falling building.. An elderly woman, or a businessman?"

On each arrow was a cartoonish depiction of the victim in question— Either a sweet old lady or a very stern-looking man dressed in a suit.

"There's not really an answer, is there..?" Izuku ran it over in his mind, realizing that it was impossible.

Kid—

Izuku darted off to the right, taking the businessman route. Time was ticking, there wasn't any time to waste.

"Scan…!" Through the darkness, Izuku could now see threads that were spread across the path, forming thick barriers that could've hurt if he'd ran into them unknowingly. "Dimensional Shift!"

Phasing out of reality, Izuku easily moved straight through the threads. So was this the harder path? The incorrect one?

An explosion. It must be Bakugo, the boy using his Quirk to make his way quickly into the fray of the facility.

Gotta keep moving! Nothing can stop us!

Izuku released the skill as he saw they had come to yet another sign, this one asking a similar question:

"What is more important? Saving lives or stopping villains?"

Once again, the answers pointed in different directions. Izuku took a step towards the stopping villains path, determined to see if what he assumed was the incorrect answer would prove to be a difficult one—

KID! Stop, for fuck's sake.

Stopping, Izuku glared inwardly at Musabori, who equally seemed ticked off.

We don't have time to—

It's a trick, Musabori growled, the man shaking his head in disappointment. There's no answer.

"What do you—"

BOOM! WHOOOOSH!

Bakugo came flying in past Izuku. For a split second, their eyes met, but the boy flew by so fast that there wasn't any other contact. Bakugo didn't even look at the options, taking a path and blasting away.

"Damn.. See? We gotta—"

Musabori sighed heavily. I get that you're a teen, but jeez kid… You should listen to your elders sometime!

Izuku took a step forward, but felt his body stop. He clenched his fists, shaking his head.

What if you're wrong, though?! I can't just stand here, that's not what Best Jeanist said!

That's fair, but… Consider this—

Musabori spoke with Izuku. Another whoosh accompanied the excited Yorozu as he flew by with his wind. Izuku nodded, and by the time Yaoyorozu reached him, she saw him vanish.

Best Jeanist stood by the entrance, now alone after the last student had entered…

Then, Izuku arrived, walking out of the darkness of the facility.

"It took a shorter time than expected," Best Jeanist. "I assume Musabori figured it out."

Izuku didn't look at his teacher, nodding solemnly.

"That shows promising progress," Jeanist said, crossing his arms. "What made you come back to the beginning?"

"What you said in class.. Rushing into things without answers."

"And?"

Izuku sighed. "The rule that if someone behind you beats you, you're out.. That'd mean the last person to go had no challenge."

Best Jeanist nodded. "This is true. When things don't align, and answers aren't able to be found, what must you do?"

Izuku finally looked up at his teacher, who could see something strangely hollow in his gaze, as if it was devoid of any feeling or recognition of his surroundings.

"Return to the beginning, and reanalyze."

Nodding, Best Jeanist looked towards the facility where noises were echoing around. There was no exit, just a loop of questions leading to more questions.

"They'll probably tire themselves out shortly and end up here. For now, you should rest," he said, eyeing Izuku closely. "You look… exhausted."

CRACK! Izuku's fork suddenly broke in half. He looked down at it, a bit confused.

Itsuka blinked, staring at him worriedly. "M-Midoriya?"

He looked up at her, shaking the haze from his mind. "Huh?"

"You were explaining how you got to the second question, then.. You kinda stopped," the girl said. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Izuku said, managing a small, fake smile.

It wasn't fine. Musabori had taken full control to rip Izuku away from what he thought was the correct way to pursue the test. For nearly twenty minutes, Izuku was locked away in a dark place deep within his mind, unable to see or hear anything that was happening outside…

And it was awful.

When Musabori had released him, Izuku had felt betrayed. They hadn't spoken since then, and he felt the barrier in their mind that they had previously broken come back stronger than ever.

This was only the first half of the first day… And everything's falling apart…

While Izuku drowned in his own sorrow, Itsuka absolutely wasn't having it. The girl expanded her hand and bopped him softly on the head, the small impact enough to make him snap back to reality.

"Look, whatever you're going over in your head on repeat, you're not alone," Itsuka told him with a smile. "I'm always open to hearing about it!"

That didn't seem to do much, so Itsuka sighed, crossing her arms.

"Okay, How about this— If I get into Class S, you've gotta spill whatever it is that you're so troubled with."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "I, uh… That's, not really fair for you—"

"I plan on getting in soon, so don't worry," she said with a grin. "I know the perfect person from your class to take out of the running!"

Unsure of whether he should oblige the girl, Izuku just shrugged and forced his best smile.

"I-I'm sure you can do it. Sorry… I'm just thinking a lot."

Itsuka grinned. "You do that a lot, huh? Oh..?"

Another tray was set down, a little ways down the table. Izuku looked over, and blinked at the person who was there.

"K-K-Kacchan?!"

Bakugo's eyes went from Itsuka, then to Izuku, as he sat down at their table.

"Nerd… Deku…" He seemed to have trouble saying what he wanted, gritting his teeth. "Kendo… It's time we had a chat. I ain't ignorin' that shit that happened anymore."

Itsuka looked around and shook her head. "This really isn't the best place."

"Then you tell me," Bakugo retorted, thumbing to Izuku. "This guy knows something, and he has to tell us.

Izuku gulped as both of them looked his way. They were right, in the end, but he wasn't prepared for an assault on his knowledge this soon.

"A-After class, we'll um… Go somewhere," Izuku said.

Bakugo's eyes narrowed, then he turned to his lunch, starting to eat. To Izuku, him not responding or yelling something was a big surprise, and signalled to him a silent agreement.

Itsuka nodded to his suggestion. "Okay.. But I hope you won't hold back too much, if it's something dangerous."

Izuku searched his mind for Musabori, his other half still sulking somewhere in the darkness there. He shook his head.

"No… I'll… I'll tell you both everything."

To Be Continued…

Next Chapter: The First Remnant