Warning: This story contains adult language, and is recommended for mature audiences. Some gore and violence will be present, the story may be increased to Rated M at any time.
The Anemo Archon
Prologue I: Breeze
Amid the clear forest floor, small furry creatures go about their short lives.
But a disturbance alerts them towards the very middle of the forest.
Wind blows through the night sky, even harsher towards the middle, as a green circle erupts, outer lines inscribed in runic letters.
The green circle reveals a symbol in the middle, an arrow pointing downwards with six wings extending, almost as if imitating a divine angel.
Ethereal mists forms above the symbol and a boy materializes. Feathers flow around him in what appears to be a dance, and swirl outwards giving the lucky animals it touches a feeling of what one can only describe as . . . freedom.
The young boy can only be described as fair skin and slim build, with shiny aqua green eyes.
Staring into them gives a feeling of endless sky and grass, mesmerizing and inescapable to all those who peer into them.
His dark blue hair lines his back with short twin braids that fade into aqua at the tips.
The frilly white top the young boy wears flutters, with the brown corset in ensuring his midsection is safe from the wind. His teal cape would have flown away if it weren't for the deep blue and gold bow that appeared to hover over his back. His white stockings form three shiny gold diamonds that fade downwards, finished off with opera pump shoes. It was a surprise that the beret the boy wore stayed on through the ferocious winds, let alone the white four-petaled Cecilia flower that was attached at the end.
The young boy looked up from his kneeling position eyes still closed.
"I wonder." Opening his eyes
"If I'll meet another traveler!" Smiling wide in hopes of another fun adventure.
The view no longer shows the Mondstadt the boy once remembered, but instead Tokyo Japan.
A city bustling with citizens going about their daily lives, with many futuristic advancements, such as electricity, fossil fuel, and solar power. All ways that no longer required the use of visions.
Visions were gifts bestowed to those in what used to be Teyvat and were recognitions by the Seven Gods.
This green-clad boy is one of the old seven.
The God of War, The Pyro Archon of Natlan.
The God of Justice, The Hydro Archon of Fontaine.
The God of Wisdom, The Dendro Archon of Sumeru.
The God of Peace, The Cryo Archon of Snezhnaya.
The God of Eternity, The Electro Archon of Inazuma.
The God of Contract, The Geo Archon of Liyue.
Four shadowed feminine figures and two shadowed masculine figures line along each other in front of the green Archon, representation of what was once the peaceful unity of Teyvat.
The green-clad God steps forward, wind swirling around the powerful being, causing the six shadowed figures to dissipate to mist behind him, mind thinking of the future, instead of the past.
The God of Freedom, The Anemo Archon of Mondstadt.
Barbatos. The Archon looks up to the sky, glowing green in his powerful aura.
"But no, I used his form again, what name did I give this old friend" Blinking twice, face scrunched trying to remember.
"Ahh Yes!" Pausing to scream,
"Venti!" The winds gather around his feet, as a green sigil pops out of nowhere.
The God is lifted and is wowed by how far Mondstadt advanced. These bright yellow lights while even at night is a spectacle to behold.
"Oh wow! I can't wait to explore this place!" As he glides downwards the forest floor.
He takes off for a sprint, the wind flowing around him as he does so.
The laughter of the old Archon echoes the forest, as the wind slowly picks up.
Disappointment.
That's all the God is feeling after trying to pay for a swig of wine with some music on his wooden lyre. One pluck of the blue strings, and he was out on the curb.
"Ahhh…..." He says exasperated looking towards the starry sky.
"What's a guy gotta do to get some alcohol around here!" Eyes shut, almost tearing in frustration.
His yelling only attracts stares from passersby and people waiting in lines outside of the bars.
"Hey buddy, you look a little too young to be asking for alcohol. You have any I.D. on you?"
Looking up to his right, Venti opens his right eye to see a scraggy haired man standing over him.
Taking a good look up and down, it was almost as if this man was the poor.
He was a slender and tall, pale-skinned man. His shoulder-length black hair hung in front of his face, but his ever-piercing black eyes shows the horror this man endured.
His appearance looks worn-out, evident of his past, and his facials looks unkempt as if he's never heard of a blade.
His black outfit is only outfitted with a silver belt that contains various tools for different situations.
The scarf around this man is made with a special kind of material that allows for capture and weaponry.
Venti takes in a deep breath and puffs his cheeks out.
"No can-do sir. I have no idea what you mean." The boy only gives a deadpan expression like the older man's left eye twitch in annoyance.
"What's your name?" Extending a hand, to have the younger man stand up.
Taking it, he stands up excitedly responding by conjuring his lyre in a golden mist.
The scraggy man opened his mouth to deject about quirk use in public, but he'll let it slide if it's something as simple as this.
They walk off to the side, to not bother the other people in line.
"Venti the Bard at your service!" The lyre is strung, and he almost feels . . . re-energized? Almost as if a good night's sleep in seconds.
A "Woah!" and "I feel really good!" can be heard in the background, as some eyes Venti for another round of soothing music.
"What did you do?" He questions, genuinely interested if this is some random healer trying to get alcohol through quirk use.
"Healed you of course! Now that will be one wine, please!" Face lifted into a smile at his new proposed business plan. Groans echo in the back, as the crowd turns away from the scam.
An eyebrow twitches as the man grabs the scarf around his neck prepared to capture this wannabe criminal.
The boy twirls the lyre, and it disappears in the same golden mist it appeared in.
Arms raised as the green-clad boy tries to explain himself.
"Woah, Woah! I'm sorry, I just got here, I don't have any money!" The black-outfitted man lowers the scarf in his hand and explains himself.
"Quirk use in public is not allowed by civilians, especially if it's for monetary exchange." A deadpan expression annoyed at the naïve child.
"What! Then how do I pay for alcohol?" The boy asks exasperated.
"You get a job, but you need an I.D. or identification to get alcohol. Which is something you evidently don't have huh?" An eyebrow raised knowing he's right.
A defeated nod in response confirms his suspicions, and he's wondering if this is another universe hopper. No. The way this green boy talks and acts.
This boys from the past. What did this place use to be called?
Remembering his readings from his old U.A. days when he was trying to avoid his best friends, Yamada, and Oboro. His eyes gloss over the later, but he shakes his head pulling up the text about old Pangea, Teyvat. Japan is where that one air town was built in.
Venti noticed the black outfitted man mumble something. Squinting and ears tensing up, he verbalizes,
"What did you say?" The scraggy-haired man grins at the young boy, connecting the dots.
"Been a long time hasn't it, Barbatos of Mondstadt." His voice echoing a deep tone.
Venti's eyes shine a powerful green, and his face form an excited smile, "It has."
The wind surrounds both, Venti showing off his power.
If Venti didn't only have enough power to give one vision, he would've slapped one onto this man yesterday.
But no, like what the other Archon's have said, "Patience is a virtue. Wait for the right moment to choose!"
A raised right eyebrow from the scraggy man causes the Archon to roll his eyes and stop the wind.
"Surprising I still have followers." The God mumbles egotistically.
"I have never once prayed to you in my life, nor do I think I will." The straightforward and purposely hurtful response causes the Bard to grasp at his chest dramatically in response.
"Oh, to be betrayed by a follower like this." The Bard presses on.
"No." Is but the conversation ender. Deadpanned, and glare that could rival even his Archon friends.
"Alright, alright. But it was interesting that I somehow ran into someone who knew me?" Blinking, interested in the answer by the rough-looking man.
"Bored in high school." Was the only response, with no other context.
"High? School?" Tilting in his head in confusion, only elicits even more migraines for the scarfed man.
"Fucking hell. Do you plan to be here long? Cause that's a necessity for kids your age." He presses.
I usually try to stay till the world end through some catastrophic event, or when I'm bored.
The older-looking man looks away from the God as his face scrunches at the nonchalant attitude with Earth.
"Then why you don't stay with me and attend a high school while you're here. Might as well get an education in that empty head of yours." Causing a ruckus from the green God.
"I'm plenty smart." Which only causes the scraggy man to say, "What's ten times ten." Voice already deadpanned, knowing the green Bard will get it wrong.
"Twenty!" The Bard yells in confidence!
"No." Voice laced with so much poison, it was a surprise how much this man was able to scare a 2,600-year-old God.
Venti crawls into a fetal position, as he feels himself sliding along this fascinating structure they've installed in the ground. Feeling the material, he questions the man dragging him along.
"Where are we going?" The Bard asks the man.
"My place, I already know if I leave you out here, you're gonna use that lyre of yours to score alcohol. Last thing I need is a wind God tearing up the red-light district." He responds looking down at the crossed-arm God.
"Pssh, as if." Snorting, feigning ignorance at the obviously correct man.
The two walks for a while, the black outfitted man luckily living away from such a dangerous section of this city.
"You know, we never exchanged names, Mr. Guy who reads a lot at a library." An eyebrow raised at the funnily long nickname but opens his mouth to finally put a name to a face.
"Shota Aizawa, The Erasure Hero and homeroom teacher of U.A. high school."
Repeating his statement, the God only has more questions for the teacher.
"Erasure? Hero? Homeroom? U.A. High School?" Sighing, knowing this is going to be long for a God who probably existed before all of this. The now named Aizawa explains these concepts as in-depth as he can.
"Instead of what once was Mondstadt with its vision holders, it's now present-day Musutafu, Japan. The industrial revolution accelerated the growth for present-day Japan, introducing electricity, fossil fuel, but renewable energy, such as using windmills to operate these colorful lights." Attempting to incorporate a wind-related power source to appease the God.
"Wow!" The Archon responds excitedly at what Teyvat has become.
"Teyvat is such an interesting place now! I can't wait to explore!" Raising an eyebrow at the curious statement, he deadpans pulling out his digital device in front of the fascinated God.
"We've since renamed it Earth, and everything's been explored and digitally mapped." Smirking when the God finally twitched at the disappointing news.
"Then what's left?" And Aizawa's face deadpans, once again.
"The education system, then work." The God annoyed at the choices shakes his head.
"I refuse." Pouting at such boring and lame responses.
"You can work like me." Aizawa starts, causing the Bard to look up. The teacher points at himself.
"I'm a pro-hero, I stop bad guys who have different quirks like fire breathing or controlling metal." Causing Venti to perk up at the offer.
"There's gotta be a catch, right?" The Archon questions, knowing it can't be that easy with the number of rules this nerd was following.
"Attend the school I teach; I'll show you the ropes to this place. Maybe you'll even find some of the students there to be tough opponents." The wind rustles around Venti as the challenge is proposed.
"Well then, we'll have to see." A guest of air lifts both up, as the sigil appears once again, glowing ten times as brightly though, and they start flying towards Aizawa's apartment. The clouds blocking them from any on the ground, already avoiding Aizawa's 'No quirk in public' rule.
An eyebrow evidently raised from the pro-hero as he never told the God his address but knowing every single citizen's address can't be one of his superpowers.
"The winds." The green God takes a deep breath in and exhales opening both of his eyes to look at the taller man, "They centered mostly here, and I can tell you feel safe when you're here." Aizawa looks away, knowing the God is just showing off.
"So, thank you for inviting a God to be your disciple, that has to be a first!" Eliciting a chuckle from the teacher.
The teacher and godly student walk up to the third floor, the three-story apartments appear to be one tenant per floor. With Aizawa on the very top with a terrace the side of the building.
The door opens to reveal a minimalist house, perfect for someone who is either patrolling the streets or teaching a bunch of brats how to be heroes.
There were four rooms, the living room, the kitchen offto the right, and a hallway to the left leading to three different doors.
The couch in the middle of the living was plain in Venti's eyes, almost unused.
"Seems like you're never here anyways?" Dusting the couch and smacking it causing Aizawa to cough angrily.
"I get busy." Pointing towards the hallway.
"Now get some rest. We'll have a lot of paperwork to do in the morning to get you accustomed to our society. You'll need a social, birth certificate, records, at least have something for living on your own." Looking at the confused boy, he sighs and says, "You could just knock out for another hundred plus years, maybe you won't have to do this then?" Eyebrow raised, half-expecting the God to give on this era and try for the future.
Sucking in his breath through his teeth, the pouting Archon responds with tears in his eyes, "Everything here looks so much fun though!" The teacher lazily nods his head, as he prepares to type up an email to send his boss.
Nezu. Pro-Hero Mr. Principal. A figure who can only be described as a stout humanoid creature. There's a betting pool among the U.A. staff as to what animal the Principal use to be, but no one dared poked that wasp nest of how Nezu gained his quirk.
This creature was the key to bypassing all the illegal laws this God broke just by existing.
Aizawa refocuses his attention to the young-looking God looking at him, almost as if needing instructions.
"Oh, right door." The hallway on the left produces three doors, left was Aizawa's room, in front was the bathroom, and the right door used to be the guest room.
Now it's the abode of a God.
Venti's eyebrows twitched at his living situation, but exasperated, "Better than living at random inns"
There was a grey bed and a bookcase with books that were as old as him.
"Since when has this room last been in use?" Conjuring the wind around him to dust the furniture and open the window, releasing the dust outside.
With another blast of wind surround Venti, the clothes he wore dissipated until all that was left was a white undershirt and shorts.
Climbing under the covers, the God rests. The wind flows around him seeping into a dark but dimly lit room. The electronic screen of a desktop is the only source of illumination.
Aizawa's taken four Tylenols and an Ibuprofen trying to explain his situation to the principal.
The teacher and principal are on a holographic video call, showing a live face feed of each other.
"So basically, you reported to a drunk and disorderly police call and came upon a wind God begging on the streets for alcohol. And you only knew he was a wind God because you've previously read about Old Pangea in the history books, and knew his God name?" An exasperated Nezu reiterates to the serious Aizawa.
"Yes." Is the only response that Aizawa gives, as it would take a second to process a living wind God.
Aizawa prepares to open his Tylenol for a fifth and sixth, this situation is entirely crazy, but an uneducated and mischievous God would result in damages beyond repair. Especially since many architects didn't need to account for a wind God to stir up a literal storm.
"I see why you'd want him to attend U.A. though." Nezu already understanding why his staff would suggest the God enroll into the high school.
The scruffy man nods and doesn't say anything, waiting for approval or rejection.
"I'll allow it. Unprecedented but necessary. I'll deal with the press interactions, and hopefully, try to connect it to a random high school that needs the reputation for a Recommended Students. They surely won't risk telling without exposing their reputation." Aizawa glances at the humanoid creature, understanding that his quirks in action.
Nezu: High Specs: Grants unparalleled intelligence, perception, and comprehension that far surpasses hairy apes.
He sighs and leaves the principal to his thought, already constructing contingencies for his plan.
"Flawless. Nothi… …ut a cl…. ….ord." The principal is mumbling his fast thoughts out loud, already creating a full proof plan for the wind God to attend his prestigious institutions.
Aizawa finally shuts down his desktop at 4a.m. accustomed to instead entering his apartment at these late hours from fighting crime, but now it feels different now.
The green glow emanating from Venti's room gives a calm feeling. The teacher hums as he heads to bed for the next hour, he needs to get up at 5a.m. to patrol the city before the exam." Aizawa hums to himself at the coincidence.
"Literally a day before the exam, weird."
Aizawa doesn't think more on the matter as he tries to get a measly hour's sleep. Surely going to be exhausted and still fighting crime in a few hours.
Although this time, the green glow from the room across his radiate the same full night's rest as earlier in the night.
AUTHORS NOTE
Uh hi, I know I have a different story, I just got writer's block and didn't wanna do that. So might be an indefinite hiatus.
Who knows if I'll even continue this? Just a concept I thought of while High haha, this whole story was written high so lmk if you guys want more cause seriously? Only 2 crossover fanfics? The number of ideas I had for a crossover like this.
Like Deku getting a masterless vision, that's like eight different fanfics depending on what way you like to go, like staying one vision, or a vision like traveler, where he can soon do all six.
Or one where Deku gets the powers of an archon, like Venti's abilities.
The ideas are limitless, and I'd much prefer to be a reader than a writer, but you can thank weed or don't, for producing this bored writing.
This story trying to be more like a companion story like Venti being the fourth friends with Deku, Ochaka, and Ida. And it might stay first person? I mainly did third just as an introduction to this story.
I'm too lazy to edit this as well so if people like the concept I'll brush this up and actually be forced to read the lore of Genshin Impact.
Did ya'll know they have a solid chunk of lore?
Maybe I'll invest in reading and planning when I'm not sober because I study wayyy to much to be invested into a story like this.
If anything feel free to take this concept, idc, just make it good. There has to be more than 3 stories under this crossover please.
This is not planned out, so just leave good reviews and I guess I'll start writing out a timeline for this story, if not, oh well, another dropped story.