Hello, this is my redone and rewritten version of my original The Hero Will Always Be Greedy. Many aspects and things are still the same because I do love my works and I worked very hard on them. The earlier chapters will be the most rewritten, and the later chapters will have a bit of reworking done to make it flow smoother.
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Okay...Today was the day.
That's all Izuku thought as he walked from the station to UA, the bundle of nerves making him sweat as the building loomed closer and closer.
UA.
He couldn't believe still...he'd made it into the school of his dreams with a QUIRK passed down from ALL MIGHT himself!
Sometimes he couldn't believe it still…to think that All Might trusted him enough to pass on the legacy.
As he continued to think about the things that led him up to this point he barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned the corner before slamming into someone, gasping he felt himself falling back as the other gave a choked sound but no other thump was heard.
"I'm so sorry! I'm a freshman and was trying to find my way...to...class," He trailed off as he looked into the man he bumped into, he felt his heart stop before his brain caught up with him.
So the rumors were true!
The Vice Director of Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka was a teacher at UA!
"No problem," he softly spoke for someone who was pretty much the head to the public at least, of a violent agency. "It's easy to get lost here," he chuckled as he got up himself. "Count, mind pointing him the right way as I drop this off to the teachers?"
Count?
"Sure," he nodded his voice was rougher than the boy thought, Izuku looking at the most violent, so far, of all of Chaldea's agency.
His dark overcoat, burning amber eyes, unruly dark silver hair and an intimidating height with an equally intimidating presence.
"Come along," he said as Fujimaru waved at them. "You're on the wrong floor...for students at least."
'Eh," Izuku gasped, looking at his schedule. He was right.
"They really should start you all off with a school wide assembly," Count grunted as they passed by the out of order elevators. "It makes no sense to leave you all running around like chickens without any heads."
"We do though," Izuku stated in more than a question.
"I mean you all assemble in the gym for the assembly then get the teachers to gather their students in a school as large as this," Count huffed as they emerged onto one of the many floors UA had. "That way everything gets done and people aren't penalized for being late, even if it is their first day."
Ah, right. UA's strict no tardy policy that was in effect the moment school started.
Shaking his head Izuku silently followed the man as they continued up the stairs. He was brimming with questions of the Count's quirk, because from what he's seen it's not as simple as flames with special properties. Half of the situations the man was in should not have been possible to escape from unless one had a warp quirk, but he always did. Did his flames have some sort of property to it? Did it allow him his freakish, well by Chaldean Standards, speed and strength?
Where did he hide all those cigars, from what he'd seen that coat had no pockets or anything.
"This is a mix of General Ed and Heroic classrooms. Where are you," Count asked, turning to the boy who jumped at his tone. He sighed before softening his tone. "Forgive me, it's been a rough week. I just managed to settle down."
Izuku nodded as he thought about what he said.
There had been a national uproar when it was revealed that Count was originally supposed to be in JAPAN and not FRANCE. People protested and said that he would bring destruction, but like always they were swiftly silenced as it was revealed that he was the Vice Directors Personal Bodyguard who was being punished for some internal mischief he caused.
That was another can of worms that the HC and Public could not open in the slightest. And to be honest, I doubt they actually wanted any details of what that entailed.
"I'm in the Heroics Course," he said smiling brightly as he said it, and then something happened.
"Oh," the man sighed, his aura darkened as he glared at the two doors that held A and B on them. "I see. I will see you later today then. Those two doors are the heroics classrooms."
"R...right," Izuku said, watching as the man twisted on his heel and moved to leave. "Thank you!"
All he got was the man hesitating for a moment before nodding and disappearing behind the door that led to the stairs.
He...was nicer than Izuku thought someone with a reputation like his would be.
TEACHERS LOUNGE
"Don't you have a class, Aizawa," Ritsuka commented as he looked to the banana slug under his desk.
"Hmm," was the man's answer, not even bothering to open up his eyes.
'Where more alike than I thought,' Ritsuka hummed before continuing to go through his paperwork in the teachers lounge. His eyes hurt from seeing all their stupid and dumb outfits along with his ears as their whispers grated on his nerves.
"Why are you even here. Classes for you don't start until Wednesday," Aizawa stated, the others looking at him like he was crazy. "I'd have thought you'd stay at the headquarters finishing up paperwork."
"Contrary to popular belief I get paperwork done on time. I don't need to do anything, so I can focus on my work for the children," he smiled brightly before going back to his papers. "And Count. Stop smoking and go outside would you," he said without looking up.
"The window is open," the man grunted, the unlit cigar in his mouth.
"You smoke 5 of those a day," Ritsuka sighed. "Go out and smoke that? Be helpful and get these to the principal," Ritsuka motioned to the mass of papers beside him to which he Count grumbled.
"Fine…"
The teachers watched in thinly veiled horror as the Demon Count of Monte Cristo was demoted to paper pusher before their very eyes.
It...it was going to be a very interesting year, to be sure.
AN HOUR LATER
"The children are going for the quirk apprehension tests," Count commented as he looked out the window.
"Already? He's more like Chiron and Scathach then I originally pegged him to be,' Ritsuka hummed as he stared down at the mass of students making their way into the field. He spied the children being spoken to by Aizawa, Ritsuka grinning as he thought about the scruffy man.
He didn't trust Chaldea to be sure, but he actively wasn't trying to get away from them. He was taking a longer method of getting close to them, Ritsuka could appreciate that. Even if he didn't think that it would do much.
There are only so many ways that the art of deception could work, and Ritsuka had such tactics used on him, as well as used as many tactics on other people.
"Well, he's more like us than I anticipated. Not one to sit about I see," Edmond shot back, smirking as his Master smiled. "Voyager also wished for me to tell you he does not like being confined to his room for the duration of his grounding."
"He sent a hero into space in a tantrum," Ritsuka sighed. "He can deal with it until he's brought back by Space Ishtar."
'Oh he knows, he just wanted to bug you,'' Edmond smiled as Ritsuka groaned. With a shake of his head he stood up, motiong for Edmond to follow as they swiftly went down the many stairs and onto the field. He quickly spotted the mass of students that where attending the opening ceremony and turned to the other way to get to the one class that seemingly broke the rules.
He shook his head at the sight of the children standing unsure of themselves, honestly and they wanted to be heroes, before turning his attention to Aizawa who looked peeved they were there. That students gaped in awe as the infamous Count and Vice Director were right there.
"What are you doing here," Aizawa demanded, and Ritsuka merely smiled.
Oh he was so easy to rile up.
"What are you doing here," Aizawa asked as he looked at the two of them, he had a bad feeling they might do something like this.
"I want to gauge the students' quirks myself. The museum is delicate and while files are good, looking at it is best," Ritsuka seemed sincere, but Aizawa was not letting his guard down. "I hope you understand?"
"Right," he nodded, it was logical in the end and he had no reason to deny a fellow teacher that.
"WAIT," a boy with blonde hair with a black stripe yelped as he pointed to Fujimaru. "A..aren't you the Vice Director of Chaldea!? What are you doing here?" He stepped back into a boy with spiky red hair who also stared at him in awe.
"He's a teacher dumbass," Bakugou, the boy with explosions and a bad attitude sneered. "It's been all over the news for the last week."
"Yes, I am a teacher but I am also a head of a Museum. Pardon if I merely want those items protected," he smiled as his guard, Count, shifted beside him. "You must understand they are very delicate!"
"That's gotta be really boring," the pink one murmured to the redhead who nodded.
"Continue please," Ritsuka smiled as he moved to the side before his eyes turned to Midoriya. "Ah! Count you never told me he was in the hero course! I would have liked to know," he turned to the man who huffed.
'We were going to see him later, so it didn't matter," he huffed, he moved to light a cigar that appeared in his hand.
"This is a non-smoking campus," Tensei's brother just had to speak up.
"Have two while you're at it Count. You'll need it," Ritsuka said as the man groaned.
"I can't leave you alone that long," he snarled, eyes lighting up and Aizawa grabbed his capture weapon. Those eyes weren't normal...he seemed almost inhuman in that moment. And not in the mutated quirk way...but actually inhumane.
"I am capable of handling myself, go," Ritsuka waved off. The man scoffed before vanishing into thin air.
"WOAH," redhead gasped. "Manly…"
"I've kept you all long enough! Now, please the quirk tests," he smiled, moving to the side to let Aizawa deal with the students.
It was going smooth until one girl said it was going to be a fun year.
"Heh," Ritsuka giggled as he stood up and walked to the girl, Mina. "Indeed it will be fun," he nodded, leaning down to be eye to eye with her. "But if all you do is have fun then all those lessons go out the window and you're left at square one," he smiled cruelly.
"H..huh," the girl stepped back as the man straightened up.
"If all you do is have fun then most of what your learning is not considered valuable. You'll be left to the wolves to fend for yourself in a cold and cruel world. Childhood is meant to be full of light and you're willing to put yourself in the darkness by choosing this profession. You best understand that having fun is not meant to take priority, surviving is," he spoke such dark things with such a light smile Aizawa could only sigh as the girl stumbled for words.
"Mr. Fujimaru is correct. You're here to learn how to save people and lives. If you're having too much fun then you'll be kicked out not long after," Aizawa stated. "Which is why your quirk tests will determine who stays, as the one who falls into last place will be expelled."
"WHAT!"
"UA has an open policy for how teachers deal with their main classes," Ritsuka hummed. "UA has a high hero rate, but...it doesn't mean that some haven't been dropped before that journey ends."
"He's right, so...be prepared," Aizawa warned. "Heroism isn't some light hearted joke that you can have fun doing. It's a serious profession with serious consequences."
They could only sweat with the added pressure on them, the fear of being expelled before any of it really begins..sent determination roaring through their veins like no other.
"How interesting," Ritsuka murmured as they all went to the ball toss. It was right after the 50 meter dash that he watched as they used their powers in...interesting fashions. 'That kid with the naval laser is...well he's unique to say the least.'
He watched Midoriya in particular, something was off about the boy as he tried to use his quirk to throw the ball.
It was a pathetic throw really, and he almost felt bad for the boy before he remembered that he was basically the blonde moron's protoge.
"I erased your quirk," Aizawa said.
Ho?
Ritsuka listened as he detailed Midoriya's rather explosive quirk that was no doubt destroying his body. How interesting...a very late bloomer perhaps? Or was it simply something more.
"Try again."
Ritsuka could barely contain his glee as the boy found a wrap around of breaking his entire arm, only damaging his finger, albeit damaging it very badly, but he would still be able to fight.
Now that is some spirit.
"OI! SHITTY DEKU," Bakugou, as Ritsuka learned due to his rather...explosive behavior, screamed as he shot forward.
"Count," Ritsuka said, darkness zipping fast toward the zooming boy who punched a solid wall of muscle.
Bakugou growled in pain as his arm began spiking with tiny compressions as he was met with what felt like a brick wall. He felt fear, fear like when he was caught in the sludge monster, when he looked up and saw the infamous Chaldean hero had used his own body, not arm, body to block his attack.
"For someone not of Chaldea...your strength is impressive...but it's enhanced by your quirk," his breath was filled with rich cigar smoke that made Bakugou want to vomit at its strength. "Your temper is rather short," he continued. "Not that we...don't have our fair share of short tempered, explosive people," he smirked. "But it won't do you good in this profession."
Ritsuka coughed into his hand before letting out a small giggle.
"Count, no need to rile him up further! He might aim for your face with his explosions next time," Ritsuka winked and Bakugou could only pale at the thought of attacking Count. "Though I wonder if he'd be able to get a hit in."
The entire class shivered when he let out a laugh, it was cold, cruel...dark.
It was the true villain laugh.
"Now that would be fun. See how well he fares," Count smiled before his face went back to neutral. "Fighting with one another is all fine and well when done for fun or training. Infighting between people is common, but if it goes on too long it becomes a cancer. Best stomp it out before it becomes such."
"Indeed," Ritsuka nodded. "Like Count said, fighting for training and fun is good, best even. Infighting is bound to happen, but deal with it fast before someone unsavory takes advantage of it," he warned, eyes cold as he looked to Bakugou and Midoriya. "Well! I'll be heading off to make the proper preparations for our museum visit later this week."
With a wave he left, Count nodding to them as he too followed. And the class could only release a shaky sigh while Aizawa filed away that information.
Did Chaldea have staff that did not want to be there? Where they are making people stay there against their will?
Were they forcing their methods of Heroism on people who did not want it?
He'd have to investigate.
"That Aizawa! I can't believe he does this every year! I swear he does this to curb the amount of people he's teaching," Ritsuka heard Vlad King murmur as he left his classroom to gather papers from the teachers lounge all teachers where required to get.
"Forgot your papers, Sir King,' Ritsuka smiled as approached, Vlad King jolting at the sound of him before swallowing.
"Yes...Do you mind watching the class for a moment? I can't fully leave without personeel watching them."
"Of course,' ritsuka nodded, moving to enter just as Vlad walked away. "Nice to see a sensible teacher easing them into a life of misery," Ritsuka commented before entering the room with Count.
He smiled at their shocked looks, each and everyone of them staring at him in awe as he walked to the podium in the front and leaned against it.
"Your teacher probably explained but he forgot some paperwork in the lounge and regulation shows that you must have somesort of personnel watching you at all times," he smiled. "I'm the only one available this busy day...along with him." he jerked his thumb to an unimpressed Count who inclined his head to the students. "I'll be having classes with you very soon, so I hope none of you skip!"
"Um...your the Vice Director of Chaldea right," one boy asked, his blach hair much like Ritsuka's.
"Yes! I am happy to meet the two youngest Hero classes. Though I have to say most of you seemingly don't have obvious quirks...how wonderful,' Ritsuka clapped his hands.
"Huh," the all jolted.
"Obvious quirks make it easy for the enemy to be able to formulate a plan ahead and take you down," Ritsuka explained. 'Dont tell me that Aizawa gets all the powerful children to make theme powerhouses and you are left to suffer because your not up to the standard UA wants to release?"
"Have you ever heard of a super popular hero that wasn't from Class A 1," A blonde boy couldn't hold back his sneer before he jolted at the bark of laughter from the Count. "I...I ugh…"
"It's good to set standards for yourself. But don't be consumed," Ritsuka warned with a smile. "Now...I look forward to our classes we will have," he smiled as the door opened. "Have fun you lot," he waved as the both of them walked past Vlad who eyed each of yhem with suspicion.
"A lovely class you have, train them well. Be a shame if they where hurt," Ritsuka murmured before he fully left, making Vlad swallow as he looked at him in question. All he received was a shrug before he vanished.
TWO DAYS LATER
"It's our first class with Fujimaru Sensei," Mina murmured to Denki who nodded. "I'm actually kinda scared." She was still scared from the first day she met him at the quirk test, his eyes that held contempt for her taking heroics as some sort of easy job.
But..what else was she supposed to say? It seemed like it was fun when they first started! Being in highschool was supposed to be fun! Right?
"I heard that he's going to be teaching a combo of History and Ethics," Tokoyami began. "The History being our time within the museum, which 1-B will be present," he finished off.
'Yeah, he's teaching all classes," Sero hummed, leaning back. "Gen Ed and Business already had their lessons and they were gloomy right after."
"Support has to be done later in the day right," Jirou asked. "I know B1 takes their ethics before use and then we swap, they go to the field we come to the class room."
"Yes, same with the trips to the Museum," Momo assured her. "I am worried, that's so much money going to buses twice a week too!"
"They seemed determined," Jirou shrugged, but she too was interested. It wasn't helping with their heroics, so why bother?
"Do you have any idea as to what was taught in the first lesson," Ochako asked, looking around.
"They swore to secrecy, but apparently he's starting off easy...I guess," Mezo shrugged.
"Much excitement I see," Ritsuka's voice rang through the air and they all straightened themselves out as he entered. "So well behaved! My! This is my first ever time teaching and I've been blessed with such great students," he smiled as Count closed the door. "Count as my bodyguard will always be here, but during museum tours he will be my extra guide."
The man merely nodded before sitting down in the chair in the corner, that must have been for him then. He leaned back and took of his hat, reveling a mess of dirty silver hair and eyes that seemingly still glowed in the well lit room. From his coat he produced a small book that he opened without much fanfare, reading as his charge worked with his students.
"Ummm...where we supposed to have anything in particular," Denki asked with a raised hand. "I heard your employment was recent...so…"
"Just an extra notebook for notes and a journal for a project later on," he assured them all. "Now! I know those two classes were buzzing after my first lesson," he giggled as they felt dread go through them. "It's a simple thing really," he assured them all with a smile. "The duality of good and evil."
That...was really simple actually.
"Now," he turned serious as did Count who shifted in his seat. "Long ago, during the first ages of civilized man, a religion was formed with that as the basis," he explained, moving to the board to spell out the name.
Zoroastrianism.
"Is this like one of the three main religions," Momo asked with a raised hand. "The ones that had at least a billion followers at one time?"
"Zoroastrianism is one of the oldest religions with two central deities," Ritsuka began. "There was the God of Creation, Ahura Mazda who goes by many other names. But for this class we will go by Ahura Mazda. And then his brother, the God of Destruction, Angra Mainyu. He is known by many names and titles, one of the most famous being All the World's Evil," he pointed to that name. "Legend had it that these two were God and the Anti-God respectively, but research conducted by Chaldea has disproven that Angra Mainyu was some sort of god, he was in fact a human."
"HUH," the class gasped, some writing down notes furiously.
"Yes," Ritsuka nodded, serious as he looked over them. "In a village with no name, they practiced Zoroastrianism. And they began to be faced with many problems due to bad karma. And so an ordinary villager, no older than your age, was chosen to become All the World's Evil."
Asui raised her hand to which she was called on.
"What do you mean by that, kero?"
"Well, he was chosen to bear all the evil and bad karma that the village had to make them pure. He was "freed' from the confines of Order by having his name expelled from the Avesta, The Universal Revelation of Inscribed Creation," he continued as they stewed over that fact. "So they continuously tortured him until he went insane. They captured him, beat him, carved every word that cursed mankind onto his body, forced every sin imaginable upon him, took out bits and pieces of him slowly, defiled his mind with absolute evil, and held him responsible for all of it in the world. They would not allow him to die until he succumbed to old age."
"That's so cruel," Momo gasped as the others clenched their pens and notebooks in their hands. "W...why do that with no real reason," she demanded before stopping at her teacher's bland...almost bored look.
"But they wished to be pure, so every negativity was forced on Angra," Ritsuka shrugged. "He eventually began to truly hate the world and humanity," he enforced. "So much so that it became a part of him, and soon in a strange way...he began to forgive them."
"Why would he do that! He shouldn't even be thinking about forgiveness at all. After what those people did," Kirishima yelled. "It's not manly at all! It's cowardly!"
Count merely huffed at the phrase, his eyes flicked up to lock on with the red head who froze in his seat. He saw the smirk the man had on his face before he inclined his head and went back to his book.
"Because he eased their confused minds, he allowed their souls to find a bit of peace because he would shoulder the burden of their sins much like the Holy Son of Chirstianity, though Jesus would forever love the people, Angra would forever hate them. Yes," Ritsuka spoke to Izuku who unconsciously raised his hand.
"What...what does this have to do with good and evil precisely?"
Others looked to the boy before looking at their teacher who regarded them all with a blank look, before he took a deep breath and placed the marker down.
"Look at my organization in terms of what the villagers did to Angra. How we get things dones and what we do, while unconventional gets the job done and saves people," he began. "But because of that we are being blamed for events that are not our own. The murder of some heroes, a Hero going rouge and killing the villain in custody, the collapse of another building that was affected in a battle killing the people who thought they where safe inside."
"None of that's your fault though," Mina questioned. "Besides all those incidents have been investigated and were apparently a long time coming."
"In fact all of those are actually unrelated incidents that you where never apart of," Asui reminded as well.
"But because we have a history of being violent, it must make sense that we caused it and we were the reason for it no," he shot back with a smile. "And we've caused a great explosion on the scene of heroism, it just makes sense."
"I...I see," Tenya murmured. "So even now, though practiced religion is rare, your saying that Zoroastrianism is still practiced, but only in certain fashions?"
"Something along those lines," Ritsuka nodded. "Some could argue that it was Angra that was the good one, being that he forgave the people who tortured him and that the villagers were the true evil. Others could argue that Angra soon became filled with his rage that the only thing he could do was forgive and that the villagers were unsafe...what I mean to say is that there is always going to be a side that is portrayed as a scapegoat for the side that wishes to remain pure."
"And why bother telling us this," Bakugou demanded. "What's this got to do with heroism at all? Why do we have to bother with this stupid bull?"
"Because people will try to screw you over if you are not careful," Ritsuka sniffed as he erased the board, not bothering to look at the boy as he began to pull something up on the board."It doesn't matter if your a perfect angel that no one can bear to harm or a sinful devil that gets his way with everyone and everything. People will try and find a way to pull the wool over your eyes and benefit from it."
"Umm…." Denki swallowed as Tokoyami and Sato shifted unfomtably in their seats.
"Now..I am showing you the cursed scars that we observed on the body of Angra Mainyu," he explained, the others jolting when he spoke.
"W...wait really! You found his body," Denki gasped as Mina and Jirou resisted the urge to gag.
"Yes," he nodded. "But like the Hope Diamond, it causes a bit of trouble to those who go anywhere near it so it's not on display," he explained to them all, just as a mess of images appeared.
It was...intense.
"Like I said, these were either burned or scarred onto him. To force the evil to stay within his body," he explained. "Every curse you could imagine was forced upon him, so this is something that represents whatever evil they could think of at that point in history."
"Imagine what it would look like now," Jirou murmured, the others dreading the thought.
"Well that would be scary no," Ritsuka winked before sighing. "I start with this because I want you to have a basis of what morality is," he explained. "It's not gray as an area you would like. I want you to understand that no matter how good you are, no matter how much you have the people's love...it's fleeting. This boy," he pointed to the scars. "He was a normal villager. He did nothing too good or evil and still he was chosen for whatever reason because they could," he pressed. "You are all going into a position that is easier to drag a person down than ever," he enforced.
"The heroes commission," Tenya began. "The heroes commission will-"
"Often they have too much pressure on them to drop a hero then they will," Todoroki sniffed, not looking to Tenya at all. "It's simple politics or simply how to run a coorperation."
"Correct," Ritsuka nodded. "I want to start you all off with this because hero or no, someone will always try and screw you over in life. Be it yourself or someone else...it happens," he cautions. "It will happen."
It was silent as Count groaned and got up, shutting his book with a simple snap.
"You're too serious. Just because you had a death warrant for you doesn't mean you should scare them," he huffed, hands on his hips as he looked to his master.
"DEATH WARRANT?!" They all yelled out, shocked, confused and worried. "AREN'T THOSE OUTLAWED?"
"Oh..yes...I forget that. Well it wasn't my fault that they assumed that I killed the UK Prime Minister, they came to that conclusion on shoddy evidence." Ritsuka brushed off as he thought back to their own world and the problems he faced with their UN.
"WAIT, WAIT WAIT," Denki cried frantically but he wasn't heard.
"What about you decking the French Prime Minister's wife who you said looked like a toad," Edmond asked. "Not that it wasn't warranted...in both cases."
"She deserved it for calling you all unruly heathens," Ritsuka pouted.
"You literally just drove her theory in with how you acted, now we have the most restrictions in France because of that," Count growled. "And thanks to that I have to hear my country men complain like little children to me to explain to you."
"Why are you upset? You don't even bother with following those in the first place," Ritsuka grumbled. "You barely follow Chaldea's rules after all...if barely," Ritsuka then pouted as the class began to sweat.
He...he was a loose cannon even in Chaldea?!
"I only tolerate that place because of our master," he crossed his arms. "You know that."
"Excuse me," Izuku spoke, the two turning to him as he continued. "I have a question about Chaldea!"
"Oh ho," Ritsuka's face turned bright and cheery as Count rolled his eyes. "A brave one I see! Not in any of the other classes has someone had the gall to ask...well proceed," he winked.
"W...why do you call the head of Chaldea Master? Shouldn't it be Director or their hero name," he asked.
"Ah," Rituska hummed. "Well that's easy," he shrugged. "Me and the Master are not actually heroes at all," he explained, going over to his desk to shut off the monitor. "We're quirkless after all," he winked.
Silence.
"WHATTTTTT!"
Ritsuka was sure the school shook with how loud they yelled.
LATER THAT DAY
"Why where they so shocked," Ritsuka murmured as he packed up the rest of his things.
"I think it's because you got so high in a position in a heroics company while being quirkless," a droll voice spoke.
"Aizawa," he smiled, turning on his heel to see the sleep deprived man with Present Mic. "And Mic,' he inclined his head. "I hope I am not in trouble? My support course just ended for the day so I assume someone might have complained?"
"No...it's been overwhelmingly positive," Mic held a thumbs up with a bright smile that Ritsuka returned. "Though...umm...we had a hard time finding the Textbooks that you wanted to go along with for the course?"
'Oh...is that so," Ritsuka shook his head, Count scoffing beside him as he moved to gather their coats. "I guess we'll have to contact the printing company then and get them ready for the next coming weeks."
"I'll call in a favor and have Bonaparte contact a manufacturer in France."
'Many thanks Count," Ritsuka inclined is head. "Well," he smiled, placing his tablet in his desk with another sigh. "It's been a great day! But time to leave. Have a nice day to you all!"
"Bye…" they stated as Aizawa stared at the drawer that held an tablet of information full.
He needed to see what was held inside, that nagging idea of heroes being forced to be...to be monsters was still nawing at him.
He needed to find out what Chaldea was, the longer he waited the more reckless he would get.
But, as he looked to their backs that got smaller and smaller, he couldn't hep but feel as if this was a golden opportunity.
Ritsuka hummed as he walked down the stairs of the building, deciding the long route was better for him to clear his mind of the day he's had.
He had to see All Might…
And he's going to continue to see him for a very long time…
"Ah! Young Fujimaru!"
Tch, that voice.
"All Might," Ritsuka smiled as Edmond helped back a grunt, crossing his arms as the older man approached. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I heard that you observed Class A today at the quirk apprehension test," he began, crossing his arms as he stared down at the smaller man.
But he wasn't fooled, he knew this boy before him was someone who could either take him down or seriously hurt him to the point he'd have to retire before young Midoriya was ready.
'Was that against the rules," he asked with the cock of his head, looking innocent to those passing by but to the two by him he was the devil in disguise.
"I worry that you are unfairly harsh on the students of Class A because of your feud with Aizawa," he began. "I know you two butt heads when it comes to certain things but intimidating-"
"I need to make sure that their quirks do not damage the artifacts that have been lovingly placed into my care," Ritsuka interrupted with a sneer. "I am sorry for being overly cautious but once they are gone nothing can bring them back."
"I understand that, but aren't you being a bit too forceful in making them learn stuff from a thousand years ago," he asked, making Ritsuka angry.
'It's good to know of the past because events in the future often mirror that," he huffed. "Besides, it best to have them be productive instead of always focusing on fighting. Lord knows if they become a workaholic in the worst ways."
"It's good to help people," All Might insisted.
'How dumb are you," Ritsuka grumbled, his tone of voice making Edmond smile and All Might flinch.
"W..what?"
"I said how stupid can you be," he stated louder, staring into the black eyes of All Might. "Your a good hero, great even...but I can't respect you."
"I...I don't expect you to-"
"But the whole world expects me too," Ritsuka shot him down in an instant. "You can't see it, you've think you've faced it but you've barley been given a slap on the wrist."
"W..What on earth are you going on about young Fujimaru?"
"You have yet to face the true consequences of your heroic actions All Might," he stated.
"I...I don't understand," he murmured, hands falling to his side as Ritsuka explained.
"You kill no one, not even the worst villain who tortured, raped, destroyed and did so many bad things. Not even to the one you call your nemesis," he murmured, the man taking a step back as if was shot. "Its the stupidest thing, especially now. You have students, protoge's who will carry on an impossible legacy that will drag them down once you croak. You don't think people, good or evil, will be not nice to them?"
"I...It's a teacher duty to prepare the next generation for the trials and tribulations they may face. That is why I am here, to prepare them-"
'Your enforcing a legacy upon them they will never be able to catch up too, expecting them to keep up an almost impossible peace that will be demolished the moment you retire. You don't think people, strong organizations and full of hatred, aren't lying in wait for the moment you can no longer work," the boy scoffed as All Might swallowed his fear.
"That smile…" Edmond drawled. "It's detestable to all of us in Chaldea. We all smile, yes...but we don't deluding ourselves into believing in a future you think that you've created."
"If you don't kill those who want you dead, they will simply go onto the children your teaching. They will picked off one by one, hurting you," he pressed, stepping closer to the tall hero. "Who can no longer do anything to protect them, help them...heal them. And they will break you. They would have won by breaking you before your death, knowing you cannot do anything anymore. Getting rid of those who want you dead is the only way to fully ensure the next generation you want to usher in a new peace without you survives."
"In short, you are bringing them into a slaughter," Edmond smiled maliciously at the horrified looked All Might had on his face.
"N...Your just trying to throw me off," he coughed, trying to regain his composure.
"I don't like you, I don't respect you as a person with foolish and idealistic ideals," Ritsuka sighed, straightening himself out. "But I do respect the good you've done, the people you've saved from despair and death, so I tell you this a courtesy. Being nice is not always a saving grace. Sometimes it can become the vice of those you've trained, and them might end up hating you for it."
"Come Master. Kingu awaits us," Edmond sighed as he felt a buzz on his pants.
"You may think you have faced the consequences of your actions as a hero...but you haven't even a drop inside the chalice you hold," Ritsuka stated once more as he passed by the hero. "I say this as a warning to someone who is a great, yet foolish hero."
They left, leaving All Might inside an empty hallway as the sun set before him bathing him in oranges and reds as he stood stock still.
"Your leading them to the slaughter…" Count's voice went through his head and Yagi could only fear…
Was he actually doing so? Was he allowing a mass of people for All for One to end if he truly did survive?
Was he holding up an impossible peace that was to go to Young Midoriya and his class mates?
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