Holy...Shit...

Okay, so it's been a minute since I've updated. I am not abandoning this story...it's just college was harder than I thought and I also have a job on top of everything...Then some personal shit with a guy and...okay it's been a damn mess. Story of life right? I hope you all can enjoy this chapter and comment on what you liked and what you think is going to happen next.

Until Next time.


"You've certainly gotten stronger," that rough, yet soothing voice had Izuku smiling as he turned to look beside him.

"I see that you are the same as ever, Jalter," he smiled to the corrupted saint who gave one back. Albeit a scary one, but a smile nonetheless. "That is reassuring."

'Ha! That means you want me to scare the shit out of some pansies," she barked out, the other merely winking to her but not answering. "Hooo, what are you doing here Lancer?"

Izuku turned his head before smiling softly at the apprehensive lancer, knowing he needed to clear the air at that moment.

"Ahh, Eutrice," izuku smiled, turning to the girl who he once tortured. "I am glad to see you," he smiled, holding non real malice in it anymore.

"H...huh?" The poor girl looked so confused in the moment, eyes flicking to the side and Izuku felt shame course through him.

"I am sorry," he nodded, the girl jolting. "I had...belittled you after you informed me that you moved past all the fear and hate and managed to achieve something….I envied you."

"Wh...what,' she yelped, the boy smiling as she looked around in confusion; no doubt thinking it was a prank.

'I know..shocking." He shook his head, turning to the monitor's before him. "You have no obligation to accept such an apology from me...but if you could tolerate me that would be wonderful," he gave a soft smile. He jumped at the hand on his shoulder, turning to look at the girl who smiled back.

"I never disliked you," she murmured. "I knew that you were hurting, that someone like you was so different in the end. That I was able to get rid of the one thing that kept you going and trying your hardest," she giggled.

"Honestly," he sighed, pushing her hand away roughly, but the blush on his face said something else. "What is it with the woman in my life and reading my emotions."

'Were supposed to," she giggled, Jaltar barking out a laugh at Izuku's predicament.

"Honestly," he grunted, moving to leave before a boisterous voice boomed out.

"Oya, Oya! What a sad place my Japan has become!"

"Nobu," Izuku shook his head, looking to the tyrant who sauntered in with a bright smile...but with burning fire in her eyes. "I see that you've taken to this world."

"More like I'm ready to take it over," she snapped, but smiled nonetheless.

'Ahaha, I see, I see," he nodded. "So...what would you like to do about that?"

"You're really asking me," She huffed, smiling as Izuku grinned back. "Conquer, Burn and Raze it all to the ground of course! Build up society back to it's golden age before all this shit happened."

"The fiery Tyrant rears her head once again," Izuku smiled, the woman baring her teeth before the smell of burning ash began to fill the air and the true Demon of the Seventh Heaven came.

"Hoo, boy," Nobunaga breathed, smoke from her pipe blowing into his face as she came beside her mortal counterpart. "You reek of false happiness and the stench of those false heroes are all over you."

'And tell me," Izuku murmured, allowing the burning ash to invade his senses. "What does a false, happy hero smell like."

"Something that makes me want to burn down this place to make it smell what a hero really should smell like."

"I will admit that the notion does sound quite pleasant," he hummed, the woman grinning before her face fell.

"But?"

"But I would rather not draw unneeded attention onto us just yet," he breathed. "It's not a promise of never, just when…"

"Yeah. yeah," she shook her head, the other shaking his own at her impatience. "Are you going to call a meeting soon?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I just need to head to mother's office for a moment and then grab my bundle of Mystic Codes that I left behind.

"Yeah, yeah...at least it will feel like old times," Nobu waved him off as the four moved to leave, Izuku smiling before he too turned and walked down the familiar steel halls.

The smell of cold...how nostalgic.

With purposeful steps he walked to the office that would have once belonged to Kirschtaria Wodime, before he spoke with his dying breath to give it to his mother. Reaching out he brushed his fingertips over the ornate wood before breathing in deep and addressing the person behind him.

"I detest when Casters like to act like Assassins," he turned to Lord Melloi who finished off his cigar with a grunt. "And I despise this form of yours...go back to being 19."

"Not happening brat," he growled out. "As for why I am here...well let's just say passing of the torch," he sniffed.

"What?"

"Here," he handed the boy a single piece of paper. "To make it official...because until proven otherwise...it is."

Looking down Izuku felt his stomach drop as it was a contract to become Chaldea's head with four signatures on it.

Marisbury Animusphere

Olga Marie Animusphere

Romani Archiman

Ritsuka Fujimaru

"No," izuku shook his head. "I….I can't...I can't!"

"Izuku," Melloi grabbed his shoulder tightly, forcing the boy to look at him. "Izuku you have to face reality!"

'I know mother is dead! But I am neither worthy or ready to be Chaldea's Director!"

'I oversaw your mother's passing of the torch! I taught her what she needed to know. If she could do it then so can you! I KNOW YOU CAN," he stressed each word at the end, the boy looking at the contract with a bit of fear.

"I...can I really?"

"Yes."

"O...okay," he nodded, taking the Contract and turning to the door. With a deep breath he moved to head inside, coughing as dust flew up in his face, being the one room that had been untouched by the rest of the Wandering Sea...as it should have been.

"Here," Melloi offered him a pen as Izuku sat in the chair. "After you sign this...you are Officially the Director of the Chaldea Security organization and have access to all it's secrets and skeletons alike. You as well have possession over the many stocks and assets that Chaldea has including the Serahpix oil rig."

"I understand," Izuku nodded, taking the pen and uncapping it. Just as the nib was going to meet the paper, Melloi stopped him for one last thing.

'By signing this you acknowledge that you have complete and full control of Rayshift, Servants and equipment such as C.H.A.L.D.E.A. and the SHEBA Lens," he murmured.

"Yes," Izuku jerkily nodded the caster moving back as he observed the boy. With robotic movements Izuku wrote out his name on the fifth line, the letters on the paper glowing as the contract become binding.

"It's official."

"I see,' Izuku breathed, leaning back on the chair as the weight of the words crashed down onto him. "I...I see," he breathed, the Caster walking out with a small smile.

"I Know you can do well brat," he chuckled, pulling out a Cigar as Izuku rolled his eyes, breathing in deeply as the man closed the door and made his way out. After a moment of sitting he got up and moved to the wall, grabbing his necklace and sliding the pendant into the groove in the wall, opening the secret safe that his mother had used.

Inside was the written records of every Singularity. Every Sub-Singularity. Every Pseudo-Singularity. Every Lost Belt and everything in between. Beside it were docies that went all the way back to Marisbury Animusphere.

Breathing in deeply, he steeled himself as he moved to grab Wodime and his mother's files; his fingers clenching over the thick files. Pursing his lips his eyes flicked over to the lingering Shadow in the room and turned to him.

"What," he demanded, the shadow morphing into a lithe woman.

"Are you sure you want to go through with it? You may be the director but still,' Yuu asked as she looked at her former master and leader's files. "Destroying this is not something I think you want to do," she murmured.

"I want to protect them from prying eyes. Any and all that may come for them," Izuku murmured.

"I understand that," Yuu sighed. "I know it was difficult leaving these files in particular behind...the threat of them being discovered was something very, very real and I get that you still fear that…"

"Wodime deserves a peaceful afterlife." Izuku murmured, clenching the men's docie tighter in his hand.

"I agree...but destroying all evidence he existed is not the way to go about things," she murmured, grabbing his clenched fist with her own. "And your mother?"

It was silent, and they stayed like that for a long, long time.


UA HIGHSCHOOL

"Hello,' Chiron and Arthur smiled as they picked up Mei and Hitoshi after classes let out.

'What happened," Mei was the first to ask as the two ushered them into the car they had.

"All will be explained in due time," Arthur assured them, eyes flicking to behind them and narrowing. "Your teacher?"

"He is the one I worry about the most," Chiron murmured, looking at Aizawa through the rearview mirror. "He's the one who poses the most threat to us all."

"It's because Izuku fucking taunted him so much during our mission of getting your catalysts," Hitoshi groaned, throwing himself back as they turned onto a different.

"Wha-" Mei gasped before Arthur winked.

'Like I said, in due time," he giggled before turning serious. "I am upset that Izuku did such a thing," he sighed. "He really can't hold himself back against people he deems worth his time...whether they be worthy of his respect or not."

"That's why he goes absolutely crazy when going up against those two," Hitoshi moaned Arthur smiling as Hitoshi bemoaned his situation.

"I have a question," Mei asked as they approached the shadier part of the town. "That dude...the one who was Izuku's...Uncle…"

"He's not related to his mother or him in any fashion,' Arthur informed her, the two going quiet. "Something happened and our plans have been...pushed forward," he smiled, the two looking at one another before the two adults again.

"Then you mean…"

"YOOO, TEACH! THOSE THE KIDDOS," a new voice yelled as the two looked beside them to see a man with green hair, armor and a cocky smile riding on a chariot beside them. "HEYA! NAMES ACHILLES!"

"Imma pass out," Hitoshi gulped before his eyes rolled back and he felt limp in Mei's arms.

"Hitoshi," she yelped as Chiron sighed.

"Achilles," he warned, the other laughing as he cracked the reins and zoomed off. "I will get that boy…"

"Well….they'll be better prepared,' Arthur offered, the archer giving him a blank look before focusing on the road once more. "I know, I know...not the best circumstance."

"No, not really." he sighed, looking at a frantic Mei who saw Achilles fly off. She looked beyond frazzled as she looked between Hitoshi and the window where the whole thing occurred.

'Pardon my student," Chiron breathed. "He's an idiot on the best of days. And absolute dunce on the others."

"I...I see," Mei coughed, shaking like a leaf as the pressure began to become more and more obvious in the air. "I….Is this mana concentration?"

"I see that Izuku has been teaching you and building up immunity as well." Chiron smiled. "That's good," he nodded. "Mana can be toxic to people who have no prior experience with it."

"Izuku...insisted that we learn and gain some form of resistance," Mei murmured as she looked to the pass stores in a daze.

"Well that's good, you'll be surrounded by a lot of it soon," Chiron breathed a sigh of relief. "And you'll be working with Machines that excerpt it."

"C.H.A.L.D.E.A.S and SHEBA LENS," Mei asked as she looked to them.

'Yes...you're the next generation of Chaldea," Chiron smiled, turning to head onto an offbeat road. "It's only natural," he nodded before parking before an empty field.

"Cloaking magic?"

"Indeed," Arthur nodded as they made their way to what they assumed was the door and he knocked three times.

"Class?"

That was a new voice.

"Saber Class Arthur Pendragon accompanied by Archer Class Chiron. Along with Hitoshi Shinsou and Mei Hatsume."

"Enter."

The thing clicked and the sound of steam releasing at the two kids jumping onto one another in shock as the door opened wide into...a steel hallway?

"Wha…" Mei gasped as Hitoshi gaped at the thing.

"Welcome to the Wandering Sea's version of Chaldea," Chiron smiled, ushering them in with a bit of urgency.

He had a feeling that they were no doubt being followed...he could only hope he managed to push them off...Or at least managed to throw them off enough that they didn't follow them to the Shadow Border.

Not that it mattered in the end since they could find another Ley Line and then connect it to the border.

So...it's really only a matter of them finding it once and then having to disappear...but they would rather avoid that.

"Heya," Achilles smiled as he appeared before them with his ever present smile. "You're the kiddos who've been helping the green bean."

'Says the equally green haired man child before me," Chiron huffed as Achilles sputtered. The trainer smiled as he heard the two children beside him hold back their laughter. "That's what I thought. Now where is Izuku?"

"He's in the old director's office...passing of the torch...ya know," Achilles became more subdued in that moment, and the four others knew that he knew as well.

"Master would have wanted him to be director of his own choosing. If he's there then he's made his choice."

"Did he ever really have one," Achilles asked, looking far too serious to be normal. "Did that boy ever have a choice in this damn life."

"He chose to follow the path of a mage in this world...even though it meant nothing," Arthur spoked, placing his hands on the two's shoulders and leading them away. "He always has a choice."

"Yeah..right," he huffed, before shaking his head and smiling once more...though more strained than usual. "How about we head to the Command Room and see if he's there."

"He should, if habits do die hard," Chiron scoffed, heading deeper into the facility not even registering the fact that the other two with him were looking around in utter awe.

"Holy shit...this place is amazing," Hitoshi murmured to Mei as they looked inside the rooms that held various weapons and….servants.

Dozens, upon dozens of servants were conversing with one another with ease.

"Ho..are these...no, the boy is to be the new Command Room commander now," a voice asked and the three heroes sighed as they turned to face a golden man.

"King Gilgamesh," Arthur spoke, coming forward. "The plan is not definite yet..but it does look like that young Hitoshi is going to be CR Commander and Mei will be the mechanic," he said.

"Hmm," Gilgamesh, the tyrant and first hero, hummed as he walked past the King of Knights and looked down at the two children before him. Hitoshi gasped when an armored hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look into the blood red cat slit eyes before him.

"King-"

"If you can survive the insanity of Izuku for so long...perhaps you hold some worth," the king pursed his lips before relaxing his grip on the boy. "Izuku is in the Command Room, already cursing the association for writing all over the C.H.A.L.D.E.A.S and SHEBA Len's manuals."

"I really wish they hadn't," Chiron groaned, shaking his head as Achilles moaned in despair.

"Now those writers are going to have a field day when it comes to remaking them," Achilles huffed before cracking his neck and moving to leave. "Well i'll be in the training hall for the time being. Call me when food is ready," he gave a smile before sauntering off. "Oh…" he whipped around with a bright smile. "Now I have two more students too," he smiled to Mei and Hitoshi. "As well as helping Izuku with his refresher courses."

"Were working one it," Chiron warned,as Gilgamesh scoffed and jerked his head down the hall to the two kids who nodded and rushed after him and the teacher student pair began to argue about what was going to go down in the few years they had to get everything done.

"I will commend you for staying," was the first thing Gilgamesh said as they turned the corner. "Do not get used to praise you little mongrels. But do savor this moment as I do not give it out often."

"Why commend us for sticking with our friend who saved us," Hitoshi demanded, the king scoffing as he looked behind him to the boy before him.

"Because you'll soon learn that following the insane is surely a way to death. One that people are not willing to do if it means something as simple as living a dying," he smirked.

"I am bullied, spit on and mocked for my quirk that I had no say in getting," Hitoshi hissed. "I don't give a damn at this point."

"And you girl," Gilgamesh demanded, Mei jolting as she looked up at him only to swallow at the intense look he had on his face. But he wasn't even looking at her, no he was locked in an intense staring contest with her brother who was looking equally pissed in that moment. "Do not keep me waiting."

"I...Believe it or not, watching the person you consider your brother and love with all your heart...blood or not...being treated like literal garbage and a human filth is not something I want to see ever again," she murmured.

"Chaldea is not for the weak of heart. We are heroes of old, we do not investigate unless we have a prerogative and an incentive for us. If it does not affect us in the future or the present, we do not bother with it."

"So," Hitoshi challenged.

"We will slaughter and hurt people...we have slaughtered and hurt people and we will not be stopping. Not for this world and it's stupid rules, not for society and thier tainted heroes that mock our very titles."

"I get it," Hitoshi smirked, the Hero King quirking a brow. "You're pissed," he huffed. "You're pissed that this world forgot you all and is on the way to the shits. Well it's been like that for a while," he huffed.

'You best watch your tongue boy," he warned. "You would do well to remember who you are in the presence of."

"So I can be mocked again?"

"You have guts," was all that was said as footsteps suddenly appeared and a group of people appeared from a turn in the hall.

"King Gilgamesh," the one leading was a man with silver hair and armor. His sea green eyes filled with worry as he flicked his eyes between the two teens and the old king. "Izuku wants them in the Command Room..well the one called Hitoshi. Da Vinci had requested that Lady Mei head to her lab."

"Lady," Mei mouthed to her brother who shrugged and mouthed back 'Knight?'

"Hmm, yes. Girl," Gilgamesh barked to Mei who jumped in her place with a yelp and looked him in the eyes. "Follow the Knights of the Round to your destination. I will escort you," he turned to her brother with a smile." How refreshing to have another who not only dares to look me in the eyes...but have some bark against me as well."

"I pity you brother," Mei coughed before rushing off to the Knights who smiled at her brightly and offered a hand.

"Come," Gilgamesh barked as he turned on his heel and made the boy follow him as Mei was swooning with the KNights.

"Great, now I have to step up to be a brother and make sure she doesn't go boy crazy," Hitoshi bemoaned.

"AHAHAHAH!"

If there was anyone else with a fucking annoying laugh like that Hitoshi was going to die.


COMMAND ROOM

"I WILL GUT ALL OF THEM LIKE A FUCKING FISH," Chizome flinched at the demonic screech his new boss let out as he flipped through the books before him in a rage.

"Hey kid…"

"What," Chizome did not like the look he was getting but he had to power through.

"Look...so I am on your side and I know about all these real myths and legends and stuff...but why keep me," he asked.

"Why do humans ask such mundane questions," he heard the kid murmur and he couldn't help but...feel sad.

It was one thing to be dehumanized by the masses, it was another to dehumanize yourself to the point that it's what you are. It's what defines you as a person.

"I kept you because I want to get in the league of Villains and see what they are planning. You get a chance to weed out the unworthy on the way...it's a win win."

"Are you always a machine," Chizome found himself asking.

'What?"

"The times I have been with you it's logical, logical, a transaction, win win," he scoffed, moving from his perch to drop down.

"Hoo," the katana on his neck was new, but he had to endure it. It was bugging him.

"Saitou, not now," Izuku snarled. "I want to hear what he has to say...it's interesting."

"Is this a real hero," Chizome asked. "Giving up your very being...to be what the people need?"

"No," Izuku shocked his head, crossing his arms as Saitou moved away from the Hero Killer and sheathed his blade. "Being a hero is the most complicated thing in the world. This society has made it black and white...and it shouldn't be."

"So killing...rape…"

"Those just come with the job description...unfortunately...but I like to avoid them if we can," he hissed, Chizome hissing at the tone. "So if you have a problem, you can leave. If you want to stay, then keep your mouth shut."

"Your quite the little dictator-"

"I am not willing to let every little moral cloud my organization's judgement. We did not have the pleasure during the time of crisis and we will not have the pleasure now in this society."

"I want to change it...but you...you want it to burn to the ground and remake it in your image," Chizome huffed out a laugh, throwing his head back as he contemplated his life in that moment.

"No...I don't want to burn society to the ground and remake it...I want it to go back to what it was before," Izuku murmured, the other turning to him in disbelief. "You know how annoying it is. To learn about the proud history of your country...of this world? And it's labeled as barbaric?"

"You think anyone in this damn society cares," he asked the boy who huffed in annoyance before sighing and looking back at the monitor. "I'll stay...but I get free reign if what I do."

"You're not a servant. So I don't care...but betray me…" he warned, and Chizome knew that the Shinsengumi behind him were tense and ready to kill him if the command was given.

"I understand," Chizome murmured, the boy huffing before flicking him off. "I'll return in a few days."

'Yeah. yeah. Tell BB to piss off on the way out as well," he huffed, Chizome grunting before he moved to leave.

'You have a special talent of pissing off everyone huh," he asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Izuku hummed, typing on the computer and not even bothering to look back at him. "See you in a few days."

Chizome grunted before heading out of the command room for good, not bothering to look at the golden hero walking his way or the child he was with.


"I see you've pissed him off," Hitoshi couldn't help but say as they entered the command room, Gilgamesh booming out a laugh beside him.

'I'm surprised you haven't been impaled with weapons for the Hero King,'' Izuku shot back, looking at his friend with a dead stare. "And I am very pissed off at the moment. Those idiots at the association were trying to figure out how Chaldea worked and now...they wrote all over the easy to use manual," he slammed the book onto the table.

"But of course! Mages are nothing if not nuisances that like to mess up even the simplest of tasks. Mongrels that can't do a thing," he smirked, Izuku laughing at the jab.

"Well you're not too wrong," Izuku smirked, turning to the golden king before his smile dropped off. "I'm just...I know that I have more freedoms than the past heads right now…"

"We'll focus on that later," Gilgamesh brushed off, uncaring of Izuku's uncertainty aa the boy murmured to himself. "Like mother like son I guess."

"Ritsuka...your master was uncertain," Hitoshi jolted at the implication. "But...she saved the world so many times…"

"But of course," Gilgamesh huffed. "Saving the world from utter destruction, facing beings beyond human comprehension...contracting them as well...It's enough to make a normal human die in the mere shock alone."

"My mother was someone who was both firm in her resolve and uncertain in it as well." Izuku admitted. "She knew what needed to be done...but she was left without any real training...she made sure that I never faced such a thing. She had no time to learn, hadn't the pleasure or leisure to train and learn the ways at her own pace. She needed to learn as she went along…"

"Guess that's why you're such a hardass," Hitoshi quipped, Izuku giving him a dry look as Gilgamesh laughed harder than he ever had.

"Gilgamesh Ou…"

"Someone who finally stands up to you," the king coughed out, still laughing.

'I do regret being so open to you," Izuku huffed, flicking his hand to the side to indicate that the conversation was over.

'Well too damn bad, you're stuck with me," Hitoshi scoffed, Izuku rolling his eyes and Gilgamesh was oddly silent.

The King of Heroes watched the two of them with a sad look, his mind replacing them with Romani and Ritsuka.

His master and her lover.

He heard what his caster version had to say, heard the fact that his master was beheaded and mocked like a dog; unworthy of a private death. His hands were clenched tight as he looked at her son and saw her faded image beside him, smiling sadly as she watched the director before she come up with a plan.

"Gilgamesh," the king looked up to the boy who was giving him his full attention. "Me and Hitoshi will need to head to school with Mei in the morning. So the staff meeting will be pushed to the weekend so we have all day."

"Why tell me this mongrel," he asked, crossing his arms.

"Because I know you'll get the word out," he winked, the king scoffing before smirking at the mongrel's boldness.

"Very well, but do not get used to this kindness," Gilgamesh huffed before heading out, Hitoshi blowing out a breath of air before turning to Izuku.

"Please, please tell me he's the only one with an annoying ass laugh," he begged.

The look he got told him he would be shooting himself soon.

"Damn," he murmured.


THE NEXT DAY-UA HIGHSCHOOL

"I said again," Class A-1 looked at one another as they heard Izuku bark at someone...Hitoshi maybe?

"I do not understand how you can do this."

Todoroki?!

Aizawa and All Might turned to one another before heading forward to enter the gym, seeing Todoroki on the mats panting as Izuku stalked around him with a bored look.

"It's simple...but then again I have been doing it for years," he cracked his neck as Hitoshi entered from the opposite side. "What have you said?"

"Nothing," he raised his hands up. "Just that I'm still exempt from the sports festival despite you basically saying you're already taking one of the 16 finalist spots."

"I will prove myself."

'Do you really need to," he asked, Izuku humming before he sighed and turned to the class.

"Hello. Myself and Hitoshi were just leaving," he smiled, moving to walk past Todoroki who shot a hand our land minute to grab the quirkless boy, but choked when a leg slammed into his back and forced him to the ground.

"You tensed up too early for it to be a proper surprise attack," Izuku hummed as he looked down at the boy. "Wait until they have their back to you, then you pounce. Never when they are before you. That is asking for you to be killed."

"Understood," he nodded, Izuku releasing him before moving to leave, Hitoshi following the like follower he was.

"Where are you going now," Aizawa demanded, stepping forward.

'Now you're enforcing rules on us...a bit late,``Izuku mocked with a smile.

"I need to speak to you," Aizawa sighed.

"Fine," Izuku smiled, motioning for him to lead the way to where he wanted to speak to him, the boy following while motioning for Hitoshi to stay where he was. "How about you continue teaching Todoroki," Izuku called to the insomniac who sighed and nodded.

Izuku hummed a nameless tune as he followed the bedraggled hero who seemed tense and seemingly unsure if he should be with Izuku alone.

Good. He knew what to expect from him then.

Once they entered the empty classroom, Izuku raised a brow at the locking of the door before smirking and leaning against the table, smiling at the tense teacher with ease.

"And what did you want to speak to me about Sensei?" He said the last word with a mocking tone, smiling at the irritated man with such glee.

"I've been wondering about you," he began, Izuku nodding as if he's heard this story a million times before. And considering this is Izuku Midoriya...he has. "50 languages, fluent in speaking, reading, and writing. 10 dead languages as well. Same as the other 50. Intense martial arts and weapons training, intelligence beyond years...interest in old legends…"

"If you're insinuating that I am the Chaldean then you are quite wrong. I can't be in three places at once." Izzuku brushed off with ease.

"I'm not on the Chaldean case anymore...I'm on yours," Aizawa said, Izuku stopping his mindless shifting look at the man before him.

"What," he deadpanned. "Have you forgotten that it's been a cold case for years now? That nothing was ever found about my circumstances and the like..that I would never speak of it?"

"You've spoken of it...though I will admit that I am not the best at hearing from a distance that you can't sense," the tired man watched Izuku with a critical eye.

"You...how dare you…" Izuku hissed, tensing up as he looked to the hero.

"Maybe you're a child soldier, a sleeper or what not," Aizawa hummed, moving to the door but never turning his back to Izuku. "You really should have taken the chance and hide yourself more," he advised. "The USJ was just the tipping point in all of this. You let your arrogance lead to this."

"You stay away from Hitoshi and Mei," Izuku found himself saying. "They don't deserve to...they don't deserve their past to be put on display," he breathed.

"You can actually show compassion," Aizawa found himself shooting back. "You?"

"I can show compassion...but I don't give it our willy nilly and I don't show weakness to those I know who will exploit it for their own game...because it's not logical," Izuku sighed, looking down. "Leave them be...just...just focus on me."

Izuku merely flinched at the closing of the door.

A cool hand had him turning to the Priestess who looked conflicted.

"It's about your mother," she said and that was what was needed for her to have his complete attention.


SHADOW BORDER

"Now this is a surprise," BB sneered as Archimedes made his way into the mess hall where all the Servants were currently located. "I would love to welcome you...but I would rather much gut you."

"Indeed," Artoria ground out, hand flexing as the Knights shifted beside her looking at the Admin for the Moon Cell. "I knew that Izuku was hiding something from us…"

"Ahaha, I see that I have not been missed...but I can't blame you," he smirked before his face turned serious. "I thought it best you all here from me before Izuku breaks under the pressure from the knowledge my companion is going to deliver."

"And what's that," Ganesha asked, looking nervous as she looked at a fellow Moon Cell inhabitant.

"Ritsuka Fujimaru was executed for fear of being too powerful...her head was burned and body buried with the shawl of Solomon she had managed to get her hands on," he began, not even flinching as multiple servants slammed their hands onto the table in anger.

"Why are you telling us something we already know! Something we do not wish to dwell on," Nero cried out, God Romulus grabbing her before she could lunge at the man.

"It's because her body and the Shawl of Solomon is gone," he snapped, the air turning still in an instant.

"What did you say," Ozymandias demanded, ignoring Moses who tried to calm him down. "What did you just SAY!?"

"There is also proof that a summon was done with the Shawl...but we have no idea who was summoned," he confessed.

"Y...you're saying that master...master…" Asterios began, looking too hopeful.

"No," a new voice rang out and soon a small body floated down beside Archimedes. "He's saying that one of two things happened."

"Right you are Voyager...no luck finding Ritsuka?"

"No," the boy sighed, wringing his hands. "I went to the neighboring world and the one after that...but she has not been reborn or even had a copy in those worlds," he sighed.

"So Ritsuka is literally a one of a kind human," Archimedes sighed. "So either her body was fully destroyed as a catalyst or she fused with Solomon to create a new entity," he sniffed.

"That's impossible," Caster Gil burst out. "Not only was she from the modern age...no one alive knows what she did!"

"You're ignoring the real second possibility," Voyager accused, the other cussing at the boy before sighing.

"What," Latoria asked. "Tell us!"

"Beast or Savior."

It was silent after that.