Midoriya looked down, thinking deeply about what had happened during the USJ incident.
He couldn't help but think about that Reaper, no, man. His speaking was weird, but his words held value. Despite his looks, he was able to heal him of his injuries, even All Might! But...
"Was his scar also fixed from that liquid he poured on his head...? His wounds healed up, so was his injury healed up as well?" He muttered. "Other than that, what kind of medicine was that though? Was it Quirk-based? Is it possible to transfer healing-based Quirk and transform it into a medicine? Or was it nanotechnology? But is there a technology that instantly heals wounds that bad? It might be done in secret so there's no information about that Does it have side effects?"
"...You're mumbling again Midoriya-san."
"Eh, EH!?" He noticed literally his classmates looking at him with various expressions on their faces.
"What's that thing you mentioned about All Might being healed by some medicine?" Mineta asked. "Wasn't he healed up by Recovery Girl?"
"I think we were told that he went back to the clinic to check himself up." Mashirao offered. "So he may have taken another chance to recover."
"And what do you mean medicine, Midoriya?" Iida spoke up, rapidly making chopping gestures in the air. "Are you meaning to say that All Might recovered through medicine!? Hard to believe!"
"It might be some kind of a healing-type Quirk like Midoriya-san said." Momo piped into the conversation.
"Yes, but I haven't heard anyone having a Quirk that heals in the form of medicine, has you guys?" He asked them.
"No."
"Never heard anyone."
"Nope."
All the class replied negatively, even Kacchan slightly shook his head from that. It's the first time that he heard someone having a Quirk that heals in a form of medicine.
"Perhaps it's something similar to Momo-san's Creation Quirk?" Tsuyu added. "But Midoriya-san, you said medicine, what kind is it?"
"A-Ah! It's some kind of a liquid, but its colored red. It's also encased in a bottle that looks like a flask."
"Red?"
"Flask?"
"Huh, that sounds like something straight out from a videogame-"
And suddenly, the door opens. A figure revealed to be someone they haven't seen before but has the aura of authority.
His build was slim, yet visibly muscular despite the clothing covering it. He was also wearing an outfit similar to a priest, yet almost not. A chain was wrapped around his arm completely as if it were armor. A circular, red-tinted glasses on his face, a black mask that literally covered his whole face, and a triangular-shaped hat.
In his opinion, he looked like an underworld Hero like their senpai Eraserhead, except...
'I don't know anything about someone like him!'
"Hello all," His voice was deep, intimidating yet warm. "I will be your teacher in several courses such as Combat Training and Philosophies class."
The class murmured around; they voiced out their thoughts and opinions on their new teacher assigned to their subjects. But one is for sure, their minds were on one thing;
'Who is this guy?'
"Ah, forgive my transgressions." He bowed he briefly bowed his head. "My name is Mors Darken. Have any of you been told about this event?"
Midoryia shook his head, he glanced around and saw his other classmates shaking their heads and some others voicing "no".
"Ah, well then. A surprise I suppose." The man said plainly. "Oh well, then... Since this is an introductory, I'll let you children ask questions for me to answer."
And a hand was raised.
"Yes...?"
"My name is Mina Ashido, Mors Sensei. One thing bothers me; are you a priest?" The one thing that was dwelling in the mind of her friends; finally asked. Ever since the world has given birth to Quirk, not many people have been settled in religion.
Mors shook his head in denial. "No, I am no figure of faith. Merely a person who has taken the belief of faith, a man of faith. Unless you wish to clarify and ask about religion, you may."
'Isn't that what a priest called?' They all thought in unison.
"Ah, no need sensei!" She shook her hands frantically. "I think I'll pass."
He nodded before looking at others. "Any others?"
"Sensei!" Toru 'raised' her hand. "Is your name a hero name?"
The teacher hummed. "And you are miss...?"
"Toru Hagakure, sensei!"
"Well, miss Hagakure, the answer to that question is not wrong, but not correct either."
If her face could literally be seen, she was pouting, as well with a raised brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Mors chuckled. "I apologize, but that question will be answered another time. That, or you will know soon enough."
"Why not now?" Sero asked.
"You all are students are you not? Then students should learn. I cannot give you the answer directly or else you won't learn." He answered politely. "Any more?"
"..." Seeing none, their new assigned teacher nodded his head once before he asked them one simple, familiar question.
"Well then, I'll ask something from you all. You may answer in any way possible, be it frankly; formal or casual. It does not matter as long as you make an answer."
Midoriya unconsciously gulped. For while it may seem normal, he could feel the intensity that their teacher is giving. 'Almost like Aizawa sensei...'
"This will be a question I expect one or all of you shall answer... What is the difference between Good and Evil?"
'...Huh?' They thought dumbly. They didn't really expect this kind of a simple question.
"What kind of question is that!?" Kaminari answered. "It's obvious! The Good are the Heroes, and the Evil are the Villains!" He proudly smiled, thinking that he made the right answer.
"..." The teacher went quiet, intensely quiet. The class was silently nervous, they had thought that Kaminari had made a mistake in his answer or something-
"Anyone else?" He asked, looking randomly at others. "Because that answer I hear, is not enough." And with that, the electric-quirk student slumped down to his seat with an aura of despair around him.
'So blunt!'
"U-Um... Sensei, question?" Uraraka meekly raised her hand.
"Yes...?"
"Ochacho Uraraka sensei; is this a trick question sir?"
"I'll give you the answer if you give me the answer to your question." If his face could be seen, he smiled.
"Then my answer to your question is that: Like what Kaminari-san said; The Good is the Heroes and the Evil are the Villains. Heroes are the ones that always or can help others in need, and the Villains are the ones doing bad things to other people like killing, stealing, crimes."
"..." Mors did the same from what he did to Kaminari, he stared at her silently. To him, he was thinking about what to answer on that, but for the students; they see him as judging her answer.
'They are really blinded...'
"Not a good answer, but not bad either." He said. "A textbook answer, but not enough. But thank you nonetheless for your opinion Ms. Uraraka."
"Sir!" A loud voice spoke up. "Tenya Iida, Class Representative of Class 1-A!"
'Ah, a loud one. But he doesn't seem to be rude at some point.' "Yes, you have an answer?"
"Yes!" He stood up. "The difference is that both are the opposite of each other! They are not the same in any other way, but they are destined to be together forever at all times!"
"..." The same action he did to the other two, he went quiet. Iida felt a sweat behind his neck, the waiting felt like an eternity.
"Still the same, unfortunately." He shook his head. "But thank you for your opinion."
"Anymore?"
"..." The students looked at one another, they were nervous about what their answers would not satisfy their new teacher's question. Feeling and thinking that they'll get depressed from his blunt answers.
"If none, then I shalt bring anth answer."
Midoriya widens his eyes at the familiar wording. 'Could it be...?!'
"They are the same. Good and Evil, are the same." He said in a way like it was a fact.
'...What?'
""""HUH!?""""
"But sensei, that doesn't make sense!" Mineta exclaimed. "How can Good and Evil be the same when the other does bad things!?"
"...There is a story, an old one on which I doubt if any of you have heard of this." He said. "There is a fight between two wolves; One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego."
That seems to get a reaction to several students. Namely, one that has a dual-color red and white on his hair, and the one with harsh eyes. 'Looks like I have their attention now...'
He continued on... "The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you–and inside every other person, too."
"...Which one will win?" Midoriya spoke up. He was curious, but also wanting to know what happened to the fight. It was a story that he has not heard about.
"The one that you feed." He said. "You see, light or shadow cannot exist without the other. There cannot be a shadow without the light, nor there cannot be light without the shadow. This story is a reminder, an important reminder of the power we have over our emotions and experiences.
You live in a world of repetition. There will always be both Light and Dark, both Good and Evil, both Chaos and Disorder.
And for you children to strive to survive the harsh realities of the world, it is not a simple task." He said firmly. "Whatever the people want you to see, whatever they want you to be, whatever they want you to become; deny them or accept them, it is but your own choice."
And in an ominous voice he says; "But do take this in mind; Villains and Heroes are not different from what you normally see in them..."
. . .
The introductory orientation with their newly assigned teacher was finished. Their real class on the subject would start on about tomorrow. It went normal as usual, but it changed when their new teacher had given them something to think upon.
"The new teacher was..."
"Weird?"
"I'd see him as crazy, but yeah that works too."
Midoryia tuned out the conversations going on around from his classmates. He was too busy to think about how did that man get here. He'd have to be cautious, even if he did save him and All Might's life, he is still suspicious of him.
But he managed to gain insight into this person. He is philosophical, probably a former professor, but the question is why is his attire similar to a priest? Was he a religious person? Religion was old, almost ancient ever since 200 years ago... The birth of the Quirk. But even so, even if the information is just a little bit, it would give him an insight into what the person is.
And those questions... It almost seems like he was testing them. Not to mention his seemingly 'hate' to the Heroes whenever mentioned. Was he a Villain? He can detest that he is not, but potentially he can be. There are Heroes that look like Villains that would help the case but for this... Reaper or maybe Mors...
He feels something that he is between a Villain and a Hero.
...He'll have to ask All Might about this.
. . .
The first meeting with his scheduled students from Class A-1 was... It somewhat went well.
It was his first time giving that kind of speech around people ever since from the First World, which went down to sht bedrock experience.
But here? He felt like he could freely spread his beliefs and that people would notice. But he would do it slowly, slow as honey dripping down from a tilted block. He cannot force it down since it wouldn't work in the long run. He didn't clarify any information about religion in this world. He doubted that Christianity still exists here in a world full of powers.
"How was your first meeting on Class A-1?" He heard a very familiar voice and turned around. The principal mouse was behind him. "I hope it went well yes?"
"...Yes, yes, it did." He replied, he didn't stop but continued on walking. "As I expected, they are naïve."
"Oh? And how would you say that, sir Mors?" He asked, following beside him. Curiosity was visibly noticeable on his expression despite him being a happily stoic mouse. "They have fought against the dangers when USJ was invaded no?"
He shook his head. "I do not mean their physical experience, Nezu. What I meant is their lack of comprehension of reality. From what I have thought, what they experience would just be the 'tip of the iceberg' as you mortals say."
"Yes, but this would prepare them for any actual battle against the Villains. Once they are ready of course!"
"Of course the little younglings are not ready." He scoffed. "I'm truly surprised that the danger hadn't destroyed this world."
"...I would like to ask, what do you mean by this 'danger'?" His expression didn't waver, but one could notice the shakiness from Principal Nezu's tone.
'...Shit, I let my tongue slip! What to say, what to say!?'
He chuckled. "Something that you cannot comprehend that it would happen once again. After all, sometimes there are some things just don't want to stay dead forever."
With those words spoken ominously alone, it was clear that this was something that Principle Nezu felt like he was trending on a sealed vault that was meant to be sealed forever.
And not to be opened ever again.
It has been several days ever since their new teacher had been assigned to their class several times schedule.
If one would compare, he excels an aura of their homeroom teacher; Aizawa Sensei. But much colder and... noble in such a way.
Mors has not any teaching in any way whatsoever, but somehow the students were able to understand his teachings on the subject. He would go somehow advanced, but an example to that the first time he tested them, it seems they still need basic learning.
He may seem rude, but he is rather direct in teaching them about facts and truths.
*SCHOOL BELL RINGS*
"Hmmm, all of you are dismissed. However, I prefer if you all would note down the lessons and knowledge I have given you. This may all seem boring and 'useless', one day in life you would be thankful for me sharing such knowledge."
And with all thoughts from the whole Class A-1 thought about their newly assigned teacher, it was mostly 'mysterious'.
The moment he leaves from the classroom, the tension around the room dissipates, making some students breathe easily. As if the pressure within the room has lessened.
"Jeez, why does he still acts creepy even after a few days?" Minoru said, finally slouching onto his seat.
"Maybe he is just giving us his impressions?" Kaminari added his 2 cents.
"If that is how new teachers come, then I'd doubt that." Sato replied in uncertainty.
"Hey, Midoryia, what do you think of our new teach?" Uraraka said to him.
"H-Huh? Oh, I think he is... I think ominous."
"Well, isn't that obvious to spot?" Jiro deadpanned. "Besides, I think he is underestimating us."
"That's probably not a good way to say something to our teacher!" Iida said with robotically movements.
"But Iida, wouldn't you say the same?" Momo said. "He speaks in a way accent, even sometimes when he pronounces words it's weird."
If he had heard that, then he would have cried in the room for several days before committing to retort back at her.
"Let's just wait it out. Besides, it only has been a few days."
"Jeez, how damn limited does this world's technology on?" Leon grumbled as he was using the computer in his room to do both researching the world's history and also to gain more 'teaching materials' for the students.
If he were honest, then it's just too... weird.
Compared to First World technology, this world's tech is just quite... Primitive.
But he finds a liking to it. Despite the confusing methods on 'shortcut keyboard', some BIOS basic mechanics and some other technical talk that I would rather not go much into...
And besides, such retro relic is formidable in some ways. Challenging yes, and the change is... tolerable.
Only in some ways...
He grunts as he opened up several tabs. Most of them are for information purposes, and one of them a site that enables the user to play some music. For relaxation as he gathers more information in this world.
"So it seems there are only fragments of religion..."
There were many kinds of religion. One that sees Quirks as a blessing (which is only the remnants of the people of that faith). Hell, there is one religion, or more like a cult, that sees heteromorphic quirks as abomination, seeing them as different, and definitely xenophobic towards them.
Plus, most of them knew of a being above, but they are too busy to not fill in their spiritual stomach. They have too much to do in this world.
Basically saying-
"A world of a dying faith..." Not that he is wrong but... It would make sense if put it that way...
He is not a person who can spread out the word of Him. Oh sure Christianity exists, but very little only is remaining if it would be compared to the global population. The majority of that religion would still be in Italy, where the people still kept their faith.
Despite them differing from the faith he believes in, it feels quite relieving that he is not the only one on the same faith.
There was literally no religion existing back at the First World, only the companies exist and the hollow puppet of a government...
Shaking his head and his mind from those horrible thoughts, he regained himself thanks to the relaxing music playing softly.
Though the wild thoughts still fly around his mind.
Why is he here? Did God send him to this plane, world, or universe? If so, then what?
'Stupid mind, just let me enjoy this peace I've been granted and not question everything in existence lest I'd be damned back to that place again.' He unconsciously growled before exhaling a breath despite the unnecessary need of lungs. 'At least this kind of paperwork activity isn't so bad then I expect it to be...'
*Knock Knock*
"Come in!" He said while not taking his eyes off from the computer.
The door opened, and the figure let themselves in. Twas Midnight in her 'hero' costume "Hello, sir Darkem."
'Honestly, she looks more like a lesbian latex-suited dominatrix able to roam around in public without any shame.' "Ah, Midnight. What brings you here?"
Her expression was stern and firm, not giving any emotions at all. Underneath her mask, she was very nervous and afraid now knowing from the Principle to who this is, and someone you don't really want to mess with.
Although, she and along other teachers don't really agree with the terms with how the Principle set up. It was risky and foolish.
They don't doubt that this person can take on a literal army of heroes, but the words that the Principal said: "Whatever you do, please... Do not provoke him in any way possible."
She and along her co-workers have never heard Nezu so incredibly concern and worried.
The man in front of her is dangerous and is probably no doubt a Death Reaper after what she had witnessed back at the U.S.J. Those were solid evidence.
Pushing her fear aside, she managed to put up a strength of courage. "I'm here to talk about the training sessions you will be conducting in a few weeks' time after the U.A. Sports Festival." She said.
Mors stopped typing and glanced at her. He noticed when he looked at her eyes if she is afraid, despite giving no noticeable change on her face. "And you are worried that I may cause... harm to the students?"
She flinched. "...Yes." 'He is sharp.'
Mors hummed before shrugging off and continuing typing on the keyboard. "Don't be. I don't hard naive little children preparing their diapers for reality."
"That's... One way of putting it." She said awkwardly, not knowing how to react on that one... Before she could reply back, he continued speaking more.
"If you are worried on how I will treat them once I am going to train them in Combat Class, don't be. They need to learn the harsh realities of this wicked world. Their simple-minded goals won't help them to survive in a world of backstabbing, untrustworthy fools once they become adults."
She frowned a bit. "Isn't that too... I don't know, too much?"
Mors looked at her for the first time in the conversation, making her flinch slightly. "They won't be children much soon. In a world like this, they need to learn how to survive. After all, from what I see in this world, it is either you live to fight, or live to die."
She grimaces at such bluntness. He really doesn't beat around the bush, goes straight to the core.
"Mind if I ask you a question...?" She really wasn't sure, but that or the same question will still keep bugging her after all these days.
"Something relevant?"
"N-No, it's about you specifically. Why are you here?"
That had Mors to pause his typing, something that Midnight felt like she is going somewhere deep into dangerous waters.
"Y-You know what? It's fine-"
"I..." Mors began to say, slowly... "I think that I am here to judge the wicked. I am unsure, but something more powerful than I placed me in your world."
Ok now that is something Midnight doubt. "...Wait so you're saying that your not from this world?"
"Perhaps... Perhaps not." Mors said neutrally. Although it's quite obvious since he is literally not from here, aside from Nezu, literally no one knows that he is from another world.
Not that they will believe that their world was possibly a parallel to this world and on the edge of dying from within itself.
Midnight could only wonder. But this would only add more questions with very few answers in option.
"Now, is there something else or no? I wish to continue this work before I do something else."
The dominatrix teacher said nothing before saying her leave and left the room. Once she closed the doors, Mors let out a small sigh of relief.
"Damn, twas really surprising. Why did I not sense her before- Oh, I guess my {Sense Being} was off... Oh well, mistakes happen." He shrugged off before continuing typing on to his work.
He then smelled something, a fragrance in the air, recognizing that smell it was fear. It was a small one, but it differed from the other smells such as stress, anxiety, and nervousness. And it is just outside the door. Arching a curious brow, he used {Thermal Sight} and see Midnight standing outside his door.
He was about to ask her what happen before remembering the cause of great distress and fear was him.
'Did the principle told them about my true identity behind this alias? It might be the best choice since it would be quite problematic in the long term if he didn't do so...'
A foolish move, yet somehow 'wise' for the mouse's choice of action.
. . .
'I find it habitable that this is... Unfortunate.' Leo thought annoyingly as he narrowed his eyes at an object placed in front of him.
He managed to find some consumables that he would use to satiate his racial hunger, but never once he had come to see the thing personally as the smell hits his nose.
He hadn't eaten anything ever since he came to this world. He was too distracted and was in awe of this world for a week before he took notice that he wasn't feeling any hungry.
That made him curious, either it was the emotions that he kept on feeling gracing over him that 'fills' his hunger, or does he really need to eat physical food?
Or... can he still eat?
So right now he is experimenting to see if he can still eat his consumable items. Not wanting to risk and buy food from the canteen, because he thinks that if he tastes food there, he might go wild and try to eat it all.
Hah, he's not even a Ghoul.
He reached out to the sandwich consumable that would enable one's hunger be filled up with a temporary stat buff. Slowly, he opened his mouth and took a small, tiny ass fked up bite on the sandwich.
And the moment it hit his tongue, he felt pleasure never before.
He felt tears began to leak in his eyes, not even wondering why he just cried.
'It tastes... so delicious!' He hummed in joy. 'Those crap back home would never taste great as this!'
He eagerly and quickly ate the food. He finished, but he felt he needed more to satisfy that pleasurable hunger.
He cried as he ate. Crying that he never ate food this good in his entire life! It tasted like perfection! He felt like nothing can beat this delicious food he had first ever tasted in this world!
He was glad that he cast a magic barrier that sound-proofed his room otherwise his cries would literally be probably be heard throughout the campus.
After several moments of griefing, he felt... more fulfilling? He wasn't sure, but he felt something was just filled up.
'So this is what it feels like to be happy...' He thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. It made him felt like the characters he read in fanfic and novels who had their childhood better than theirs.
It feels pathetic, to compare his life circumstances to a frigging fictional situation...
Then again, going to another world is also somewhat like a fiction. Ironic.
. . .
It was nearing, this 'U.A. Festival' is coming closer. Just a few more days and the games begin. He felt many souls filled with determination around the campus. No doubt all of them are preparing for the U.A Festival.
Classes would be suspended for a week or two for the students and the preparation of the event. After all, its a nationwide entertainment.
He was informed that this event would have the U.A. students from different departments to compete with one another. Differing in many various types of games.
Obstacle Race, 1v1 Match, Team Death Match, and several other gamemodes he was unfamiliar with on the event.
The event itself was to bring entertainment to the people, perhaps to the world even. But it might just be nationwide since the U.A. Sports Festival is Japanese, unless they managed to bring in translation to the universal public. Something that he read that is similar to the Olympic sports event before the First World had entered the Gloomy Age of Man, as to what the inhabitants of the scared, nature-destroyed world had called it.
But he had one thing that he found flawed to the games.
It shows the student's abilities to everyone. And by everyone that included the enemies, Villains. Their weaknesses exposed to the public, although...
It gives a challenge to the students. There is no fair or unfair in reality, just simply coincidence and obstacles to overcome.
And also to have other professional heroes to recruit them under their wing. Something that is unforeign to him, back in the First World, only rich people or the few lucky ones manage to get jobs that would be applied to them.
'Do or die...' He thought somberly as he walked through the outside of campus, taking the nature scenery around him. A sight of green nature never gets old for him...
"Hello there!" Exclaimed an enthusiastic voice who he guessed was calling out to him. It was a familiar voice, someone he had encountered before... He turned and see All Might walking up to him with his trademark smile.
"All Might." He said calmly as he nodded in acknowledgment. He had a somewhat good relationship with the supposed No. 1 Hero of Japan, the Symbol of Peace.
During the past weeks, he had only encountered him very few times. When he stumbles on the hero, they converse however the hero seemed to be nervous to talk to him. He guessed that it was either his racial passive, which he was sure he disabled it, or the Principle had him informed as well. He might have to think that the whole staff had been informed about him, and his true identity.
He also had known All Might's other identity, his supposed true identity from his form, Toshinori Yagi. He offered the man to become healthy again, removing the scars that would turn him back to his prime.
But for some reason, All Might wanted to keep them. He didn't say it, but he could feel that it was sentimental...
And also foolish.
But he will let this slide... for now.
"Wandering around I see?" All Might asked, his voice never wavering from the cheerfulness. Although noticing a change of beat in his heart, he could tell he was nervous.
Leo, or Mor's walks around the campus was known by everyone. It was first spread as a rumor by the students, those who didn't know that he was a new professor for the U.A High School as part of the staff.
But now, all of them would just guess that he is just roaming around the campus like a security guard. Although his appearance mostly unnerved the students, sometimes they would mistake him as a villain. So a sense, they would call him "Scary Security Guard" and that would just be the underestimation of it.
Most of the students who believed the rumor thought him as a newly hired security guard...
"Is there something else you want to say other than greeting me?" Leo coldly glanced at him before walking forward.
"A-Ah! No, not really." All Might said surprised before slowly catching up to his sudden pace. "I just noticed that you were out here when I was heading to check on my student."
"Ah..." He said before going quiet. The two were simply walking in silence, it was a comfortable silence. The wind breezing through their face, the coolness of the air chilling them at a decent temperature.
It was a windy day for this weather.
"My offer still stands, All Might." Leo spoke, surprising All Might before he looked down to the ground, his expression was unknown.
"...Thank you, but no thank you." The No. 1 Hero said solemnly. One thing he knows about this reaper around is that he goes directly to the topic. No sidelines, no small talks, only straight to the point.
"I would like to remind you that it is really foolish to not let that scar be fixed."
"Its a reminder." All Might said seriously, making Leo raised a brow. "A reminder to me that there is someone that I still need to fulfill."
"Ah, so twas indeed a sentimental value." Leo deduced it was a promise. He would ask more if it was coming from either a loved one or a family, but he would not push it more unless he would risk the relationship between the hero. Even if he was weaker and only deemed as an influential person to the world.
"But if its something that you need to fulfill... I will not hesitate to ignore such promise. After all, promises are something that people would simply think that they are nothing but kept words, but they are something that gives one a soul."
"A soul?"
"A soul to live." Leo bullshitted. He just pulled that wayyyyyyyy deep out of his undying ass. "Once you finished your 'promise', what next? Live a normal life? Fulfilling something is to pay a price."
"What do you mean?"
"..." Leo stopped and slowly looked at him. "No matter what it gives you, there will always be a price to pay. It could be your life, your soul, your power, your everything."
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that it will be done."
"Even if it means to kill your loved one?"
All Might shifted slightly, his expression turned a bit angry. "That won't happen."
"But what if it did?" Leo said grimly. "There is, but a chance for it to happen. There are no impossibilities to things one would know, just chance."
"..." All Might was silent. He had a tiny feeling that this reaper is telling him something, but he can't seem to understand.
"You stand on top of the world, yet you are below it. You give hope, yet hope burdens you." Leo said and glanced at him, making him flinch at such a cold glance. "You know that victories are accomplished with sacrifices... And soon after you did your deed... There will be a price to pay, without a doubt."
All Might is a person that he can conceive as a hero... But a foolish hero. Naive. His heart and soul tell him that he has experienced hardships, but he still stays on that same ship. It changed course, but the ship is still the same.
Progressed yet stagnated.
"I have a suspicion on one certain student that you seemed to be close, and his power is similar to yours if one carefully checks it." All Might's face showed surprise, but he regained himself. "Your boy is as naive as you are. But he will not soon enough, there will be changes in the course, I suggest you train him before it happens." Leo began to walk away.
"W-Wait, what do you mean?"
"In the future, you will find out soon enough." He said ominously.
All Might could only look at the reaper's back who is walking away. He couldn't help but feel something horrible will happen when he said those words. They are confusing, but they bring harsh truth. He couldn't understand as it felt like he was speaking in riddles.
Actually, he couldn't understand what he is trying to say. But from what he could hear those words, it only meant that there is something coming.
While All Might was pondering deeply to what Leo had said to him, our undead reaper let out a small sigh filled with relief and burden.
'Fucking hell, walked out from that like a boss!' He cheered mentally. 'Damn, so frustrating to just bullshit your way through... But,' He looked towards the direction of the city. 'Why does it feel like something bad is going to happen soon...?'
That strange feeling he felt days ago was tingling in his spine, around his body, his soul even.
Despite no major news that would relate something like the destruction or like an army preparing for war, the man, his nemesis is still somewhere. Lurking around in the shadows for all he knows.
Until then, he has a promising student to teach before time runs out.
. . .
'...Thy is certainly is crowded huh?' He thought as he saw literally crowds of people going towards the arena. Lots of people still outside buying whatever is in the stalls. There are various kinds of people mixed around.
Journalists, newscasters, heroes, civilians. Different appearances with different personalities. All are excited to watch this year's event to happen.
He saw numerous heroes patrolling. No doubt the security is tightened to ensure that no sabotage or any surprise attack will happen previously.
It was a simple, logical move.
But despite that, he doubled the security secretly by summoning Shadow Demons to other routes that the other heroes did not seem to anticipate for unconventional attacks.
"I would like to as you something, are you excited for the event?!"
He jumped slightly in surprise, not noticing the man, specifically a newscaster holding a mic in his hand. His face was beaming in excitement, his soul as well.
As usual, they are annoying people that try to get into someone's else noses. They just happen to notice him and decided to do some questioning news on him, seeing that he seemed like a normal civilian.
"...Not really no." He said plainly as if he was bored.
"Eh? Why aren't you?" The raised a brow in surprise. "Is there any reason why? Everyone's excited about it! Who can not be excited about it!?"
Leo looked at the man's eye, staring at him. It unnerved the man, but he didn't make it obvious. However, he can sense the man's soul is anxious and nervous.
Uncomfortable...
"Go ask someone else." Leo said before walking away cooly like a badass before the man could try to question him more.
"Huh? H-Hey, wait!"
He didn't turn back and pay attention to the newscaster.
"Man, what a rude guy."
"He seems like a hero."
"Eh? Really? He doesn't seem like it. And even so, have you someone like him before?"
"Might be a new hero."
He tuned the murmurs out as he walked away, finding it unnecessary to hear words and opinions about his character. He can deal with that around. Because right now...
His face does not show it, but he is feeling somewhat excited about what he will witness in this U.A Festival has to offer.
By a few hours later, the arena became loud as fk, that it would make everyone outside literally hear the shouts that seemed to be louder than expected. Really everyone is excited about what is going to happen at this festival games.
That, and it also meant that it's starting now.
Leo was given a seat reserved specifically for the U.A teachers to spectate.
But he decided to just watch it from the roof of the stadium, much better than the crowded space he would be in. He just had to make himself not be noticed and blended in with the colors above and below.
As Present Mic just spouted out flattering yet exciting words before giving the announcement for the game to officially start.
"-THE MIRACULOUS NEW STARS WHO OVERCAME ENEMY ATTACKS AND THWARTING THEM WITH THEIR HEARTS OF STEEL! GIVE IT UP-!"
'Is he...?!'
"FOR THE HERO COURSE, CLASS 1-A!" He said excitedly.
'...Not exactly the good move.' He mused. The way Present Mic had given them the praise, despite everyone in the world knowing what had happened and the incident was not covered up. Except for his appearance, it was kept off from the public knowledge. Everyone who was there knows what truly happened.
Despite the emotions of excitement around him, he could sense that some classes or rather some students were not excited and were either very envious or jealous, or mad that all the attention is coming towards Class 1-A. Due to the cause of what had happened made everyone know what they went through.
'But they earned that praise, even when it was not supposed to happen.' He thought neutrally. 'Though its as if 't be true fate hath decided it...'
As the students gathered around at the stage, which Midnight was there to be this year's chief umpire for the first years.
R-Rated hero for sure.
Really, he questioned how the fk hell is she allowed to look like that? He knows what quirks that the stuff has in the U.A school, but it still questions him up to this day, and maybe throughout his lifetime of unliving. He can't question it, since from what he could gather, quirks can be literally anything.
As Midnight appeared, she gave the pledge-speech to, unsurprisingly, it was Bakugo. He had reviewed the stats on the students when he was looking for information on the school's curriculum, and the hot-headed explosive teen was the top first due to the number of points he had got during the test.
'Number one? Him?' He raised a brow on that statement. When he made that simple pledge, he would easily think that the teen was overconfident. Too overconfident.
No, he sensed nothing like that in his soul.
All he could see was the determination to win and become the top.
Though proclaiming that he will be the top made him drive into a corner from the other classes...
Midnight then gave her an announcing statement for the top student to make a pledge-speech for the starting of the games right away. Starting, the screen rolled off to...
"An obstacle race?" He muttered.
"As the title implies, all 11 classes will participate in this race," Midnight began to explain. "The course will be the outer circumference of this stadium - about four kilometers - on a special track! There will be many obstacles you will encounter, anything goes as long as you stay inside the race track!" The R-Rated Heroine said as she grinned. "No lethal moves now. If you get knocked off the course you will be disqualified! Now students, take your place at the front gate!"
She pointed towards a massive gate over the side of the field. One with a red color and leading outside the stadium. The students began to gather around before the murmurs died down as all of them went silent and braced themselves to a run.
Mors was watching as the countdown initiated.
With the roars and cheers of excitement from the people, they couldn't help but think who would win the race.
And by far, only with the will to win would do it.
Took a long ass btch time to finish this because i was lazy, tired, and distracted.
Blame me all you want, but I got you this sht out of my box now.
Fucking finally i can focus on my other stories now. Fking Writer's Block is a btch
