"Again,"Okita said as she and Izuku sparred against one another. "You have waned these last few years and I will not stand for it."
"HAI," Izuku coughed, getting up before taking stance once again.
"They're both monsters," Hitoshi sighed, shaking his head as he looked up from the work he was assigned.
Currently he was done with training for the moment, and was being trained in tactics and the likes. He was expected to take over the command room when things got too seedy for him to indeed be out in the front lines.
Which he had a feeling would be very, very soon.
"Now, on the monitoring of C.H.A.L.D.E.A.N.S and the SHEBA lens," BB, his teacher, began as she turned to him with a serious look. Something he was warned to take very seriously if she ever did. "There is only one of each of these and they need to work in tandem for them to be able to do what we need them to."
"I...I see…"
"Paper Moon and Shadow Border is a last resort, but we would much prefer to use these two instead."
"Right," he nodded.
"Here's the manual that I managed to recreate last night," she handed it to the boy who gulped at its sheer thickness. "It's actually not that difficult to learn. Not if you know languages at least."
"If Izuku's done anything, it's drilled me with the knowledge he has," Hitoshi murmured, the woman humming before turning to his friend.
'He's not much different than before we left," she sighed, shaking her head. "He became too serious after Chaldea was destroyed."
"Huh?"
"The original Chaldea was destroyed and targeted by the Crypters during the Lostbelt arc," she sighed, flicking her hair behind. "Bye bye went happy go lucky child...hello child soldier," she grunted, moving to the computer with a frown.
"I...I see," Hitoshi murmured.
"He enjoyed his life...but no child, not by my Moon Cell's data...should be subjected to things that test even the sanest of adults," she sighed, typing frantically on the computer to try and distract herself. "They did tend to test our master, after all...and she was one of the most insane people on the planet."
Hitoshi said nothing, merely opening up his reading material and groaning at the latin and german before him.
This was going to take a while.
At least he would have some reading material for when he was in class today.
Amazing, that was not a strange enough word to describe the place Mei found herself in.
"Wow…." she murmured, moving to take a step forward as the people around her smiled.
"Hello," a man smiled, coming forward with ease. "Mei Hatsume?"
"Yes..sir…" She looked so unsure of herself and she would tell that he felt sorry for her by his softening face.
"Call me Paracelsus or Caster," he nodded, motioning for her to follow. "I will show you your corner. You'll be by the more modern inventors," he smiled. "I am afraid I am a bit more archaic."
"Aren't you the one who made toxicology?" She suddenly remembered his name from the various history of poison and antidotes she had read
"Ahaha, indeed I am," he giggled, offering a hand as they entered a more modern space, filled to the brim with metal and electricity. "I see that Izuku has drilled into you our legends. Da Vinci has the middle office as she toes the line between archaic and modern. But here you'll find Tesla and Edison, along with Ms. Helena Blavatsky."
"Wasn't she an occultist?"
"She's friend with them," was her only answer before a lion roar went through the air and the sounds of booming anger occupied it.
"FOOOL! AC IS BETTER!"
"ONLY A MORON WOULD USE AC! MY DC IS BETTER!"
"It's 10 in the morning," Aviceborn sighed, coming up beside his fellow alchemist with a grunt. "One day...only One! I would like them to shut up."
"They are always going at it though," Paracelsus hummed, the other seemingly giving up. "I don't see it happening."
"This is normal," she asked, looking between the two of them.
"Oh, yes. Most certainly," he breathed, not looking the least bit put out as lightning went past his ear. "You'll get used to it," he winked before motioning her to follow as the two duked it out from behind a wall. "Here's your area. Anything you need can either be procured or made," he smiled. "Da Vinci is right next to you so feel free to ask her anything you might need."
'R...right," she nodded, looking around at all the equipment before a clang rang through the air.
"Ah," he snapped his fingers. "That's right! Beside you is the armory," he smiled, knocking in the wood beside him. "Sigurd?! Are you in?"
"Hmm," a new voice, deeper and no doubt one of the more combat oriented Heroic spirits, hummed before the clang stopped and a clark of boots sounded.
Soon a tall man with striking white hair disrupted by a thick black streak in the middle of his head, came forward. His glasses glinted in the light as he looked at the Caster before him, then his eyes slid down to the girl by his side and he smiled.
"You must be Mei," he took off a greasy leather glove to offer a hand. "I am the Dragon Slayer, Sigurd. The one from Norse mythology."
"There's another one," Mei jokes, the other humming as another man came out.
"Siegfried," he grunted, retracting his horns and wings. "I'm from Germanic Myth."
"Oh…" Mei breathed, the three smiling at her shock. "I...I um…"
"It's confusing we know," Sigurd smiled. "We're not going to be offended if you get confused on whose who. So don't worry."
"I'll be back in the lounge," Siegfried nodded to Sigurd who hummed in answer. "Wonderful to meet you Mei."
"You too," she waved, turning back to Sigurd who smiled.
"I mostly blacksmith for fun, but if you need anything custom made I will be more than happy to help. We have many heroics spirits so contrary to popular belief not all of us see a lot of battle,' he smiled.
'Bu...But I could never-"
'I'm offering," he winked, the girl blushing before shyly nodding. "And I have to wonder...will you be participating in the sports festival? I know Izuku has forced his way into the finals…"
"I...Hitoshi isn't even bothering to go...and I don't think it will be worth it for me either," she shrugged.
"It is around that time of year no," Sigurd asked Paracelsus who groaned in response.
"Nero or Gilgamesh?"
"They were working on it together with Ishtar the last I heard."
"Great, were all going to die," the Caster sighed. "I'll leave you with Sigurd to get your lab all set up. I left some chemicals boiling and they should be ready now."
'You need to stop doing that," Sigurd sighed as the other left. "Come on, I'll help you set up and then we'll head down to mess."
"Of course," Mei nodded.
"Pardon me," a new voice spoke as Sigurd grabbed Mei's shoulder. "Your Mei Hatsume right?"
'Alter Ego-"
'I am not going to do anything," the man snapped, his lime green eyes glared into Sigurd's own. "I need her to deliver a message or have her brother do it."
'Huh?"
"I need to speak with Izuku," he sighed. "Immediately."
LATER THAT DAY
"AGAIN," Both hero classes flinched at the sound of a pissed off Izuku.
"Should we…" Uraraka asked as they cautiously went forward.
"I…" they heard him pant. "I need to regain what I lost."
It was silent as the swish in the air told them he was fighting with some sort of weapon, the teachers motioning the students to stay back as they cautiously entered the training room.
He was panting where he stood, eyes unfocused as he clenched and unclenched his hands; his body shook as he tried to contain his own energy inside himself.
'How can I be calm when I was just told that... I was told that…" he looked on the verge of crying.
"Young Midoriya?"
The boy whipped his head so fast to the two teachers that they tenses in anticipation for his attack.
"Tch. What do you all want," he asked, cracking his neck as he began to cool down.
'Shouldn't you be with your class for training," Vlad King asked, Aizawa groaning as Izuku whipped to him and snarled.
"Tch. As if they could keep up with me," he huffed, turning to leave had Kirishima not opened his mouth.
"Dude you are really rude sometimes. Not manly."
Aizawa whipped his head over to the spiky redhead who seemed to realize what he said and looked to Izuku in fear.
"Not manly...huh," Izuku chuckled. "Come on Kirishima," he murmured, motioning to the mat. "Lets go a round...fisticuffs."
Kirishima cautiously walked to the mats before he stood across from the other.
'What...what's fisticuffs?"
The fist to his cheek was his answer.
"Wha-!"
'Come now,'' Izuku smiled, the boy looking at the other in shock only to yelp as a fist went to hit him on the face again.
"Dude! Not manly," he gasped, rolling out of the way of another punch.
'Come now, come now," Izuku smiled, looking too crazed for anything else. "Don't tell me that you're not all that into this at the moment! I thought you wanted a fight for honor!"
'Dude you are crazy-"
"Crazy and sane are a fine line my friend-"
'IZUKU," Hitoshi's voice boomed through the air and he stopped trying to attack Kirishima and turned to the purpled haired teen who looked annoyed. "I thought you were staying at home today?"
"I need to train for the festival," izuku huffed, before he gave a feral grin. "Monoma…" he said the name of the boy who shrieked in pure fear. "I will see you in the finals."
That wasn't a question, it was an order.
Hitoshi stopped him with a hand murmuring the worst thing he could have heard.
"Ashiya wants to speak to you regarding your mother," he murmured. "Mei told me he approached her when she was in the workshop."
'Tch...the hell does that clown want," he snapped before nodding his head and moving to leave.
"I'll watch him," was all Hitoshi said before he left.
"Let's get you to Recovery Girl."
"Yeah…"
The rest of the class went about their training for the sports festival.
"Your arrogance truly knows no bounds do they Izuku," was the first thing Ashiya said as the boy entered the temple...or the temple area.
"Haaa?"
"You heard me."
"The fuck are you going on about Limbo?"
"Oh woe to me," he mocked, smirking at Izuku. 'Woe! Oh Woe to me! Forced into this world that I have so hated for all of my life, stuck in the past and unwilling to go forward-"
'Shut it-"
"I would rather you listen to me and not go off on another one of your tangents," Limbo sniffed. "I have no idea what that priestess was doing, allowing you to wallow in your so called righteous self pity."
"What," Izuku snapped, hands shaking but Limbo knew he had the boy where he wanted him.
"You've been nothing but an arrogant, almost obscenely prideful brat," the other snarled.
'What else do I have but my pride?" Izuku snapped back, breathing harshly as he tried to find ways to end this conversation. He did not want to have it now or ever.
"You have your wits and now you have Chaldea once again. So enough of this false persona you have."
"You have no control over me," izuku hissed.
"Curb your pride and your arrogance. I warned your mother that both would be the end of you," he flashed his eyes in warning, Shikigami rising around him as they aided their master.
"I know."
'Then why?"
"How should I know," Izuku shouted back. "How should I justify this persona I used to survive the babying, the coddling! The everything! It was either that or go back to a happy go lucky hero worshipper that has nothing but All Might on the damned brain!"
"Is that all we taught you," Douman snarled coming forward with a growl. "Cowering behind pride or behind false happiness? You ghave survival skills! You could have run! But no, you consciously chose to come back into this life for whatever reasons and now yuou reap the consequences."
"I know! I know," Izuku yelled, moving away.
"Do you! You seem like you have no idea what to do when you're with them! It was like it was convenient for you and your cover story," Douman huffed.
"Because it was! That is all me being back will ever be! I can never love my mother and father like I used too! I am everything to them while I merely play pretend and I hate it! I hate this lie but I've dug too deep! It's too late for me to go back!"
"I'm glad you agree," a new voice spoke.
"What!"
"Hello! I am happy to see you still spry as ever Izuku," the cloaked figure giggled as they waved.
"Who the hell are you," he demanded, grabbing his knife at his side.
"Oh! Well that's for later! Now that you have Chaldea I can finally proceed with my plan," they giggled.
"The hell-ACK," Izuku yelled as something pierced him through. "How….how did you…" he coughed, blood spurting from his stomach as the other removed their hand.
"Izuku!" Douman yelled, sending out a wave of Shikigami before he was stabbed as well from behind by two other cloacked figures.
"Wh….what do you want a….aside from me out of….of commission," Izuku asked as he shakily tried to stand, hand over his wound.
"This," the figure said as they held out a ring.
"No…" Izuku breathed.
"Ritsuka was smart to hide the real Ring of Solomon and have a decoy in it's place...and hiding it in the only person she trusted," Izuku knew they were smirking that victorious smirk one had when their cat got the canary. "It's also the reason your magic has bordered on the more...mystical."
"Solomon is gone...you can't summon him with it," Izuku coughed. "If that's your plan it's shit!"
"No...but I can use this in the Temple of Time."
"What," Ashiya coughed before gasping as he was once more kicked in the head.
"Impossible...it's gone!"
"Is it?"
Izuku stayed silent.
"All your lies and all your deceptions about the Mage World and Chaldea...it's all going to come to fruition very soon."
"Then why make me summon all of Chaldea's personnel!"
"With the small group you had they could have used their Noble Phantasms more liberally...but you're going to be stretched a bit...too thin," they giggled.
"You're insane," Ashiya ground out. 'Chaldea had nothing to hide! Nothing!"
"Hmm...you sure about that," they asked, moving to leave. "I'm sure Izuku knows what I'm talking about?"
"This isn't what me and my mother wanted….our desires meant nothing in the wake of actually helping the world," he cried, losing blood fast. "Mother and I...we...we did….h….." he fell silent, breathing even as he passed out.
"I'll be sure to see you all soon enough...I now have to go visit a certain league."
"Get back here,' Ashiya yelled as the two got off of him. Before he could do anything they vanished. "Damn!...IZUKU," he rushed to the boy, shaking him before cursing and rushing out….not knowing what the boy began to dream of.
Izuku knew this room...just as he slammed open the door and smashed the already cracked window.
It was the day...the day that it finally happened after so many hard years. And he could only hope it was as liberating as people made it out to be.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Izukue merely sat as his mother screamed and ranted.
I̴̡̧̲̗̭̼̝͐̀͛͊̚ͅ ̶̢͕͔̓͑͒̉̌͠ȟ̷̢̡̩̞̬a̶̟̗̣̺̪̠̥̲͊͗ṭ̷̡̹̭̝̫̩̺̏̔̄̓͗͂̇͑̀ͅe̸̠̘̗͈̰̣̟̾̃͜ ̵̠͐͒̐͌̽͑͊̀̚ṫ̵̢͓͕̫͚͙́̐̓̔̉̚͠h̵̝̩̣̜͍̬͝e̴͓̱͎̱̞͕̲͈͋̇m̴̧̠̲̩̟̖̲̈́̃̋͗́͊̔͘,̷̤͆͛̍͆͑̌͗̀̽͊ ̸̨̧̦̺̱̙̝̗͚͍̈̊̌̄̌̈́̅͛Ĭ̵̼̈̍̆͆̆͠ ̶̢̛̖͔̟̝̣̼̺̣͎̏̃̈̃̒̀̽̈́h̶̡͉̱̪̥͎̫̲̻͒̾͝a̷̧͖̘̝̭̻̺̖̓̓͑͗̌̐̆̈ͅt̶̖̳͙͎̟̞̻̙̀̎̊̽͛̓͘e̶̻̙̼̼͖̯̲̫̓̀̾̄͊͐͐͋̄ ̴̡̟͙̳͌͑̐͝t̵̘͉̹̹͎̏̆̐̽͗̾̕ͅḧ̸̭͔̞̰͋͗̈́̋̅͆͆͐̎e̴̬̭̗̗̹͋m̴̯̣͚͓͚̬̳̠͔͌̀̏͗͆̾͊̆̚͜,̷͉̜̆̌͗͊͂̾ ̴͓̺̗͎͙̭͚̰͗̂͋̽͌͒Ǐ̸̫̰͉̓͋̾ͅ ̷̯͂͛̑͆̑́̊̀h̵̡̪̝̎̆̑͑̈́́̿͝ä̵̛͎́̏̈́̀̌̀̓͑͠ť̶̛̜̘͇͓͎̿̄̇̚e̵̮̾͐̓̈́͠͠ ̷̨̗̟̬̻͇̓̾̋̾̉̊͠t̴̡̡͙͇̱̞͛̎̀͐̇̇̂̉h̴̖̆̊͆͒͋̈̿͑͋͘ė̶̮̝̜̗̦͕̔̾͘m̸̡̧̢͉̩͓̗̼̑̓̈́̍̕,̸͉͙̝̯̰̠̋͝ ̶̡̛̭̘̫̠̓̍̄͋̂͑I̵̞̖̯̜̗̪̍̀ ̷̨̺̲͓̹̒̃͊̑͋͘͠H̸̲̑͌̃Ḁ̵̡̘̥͕̻̆͛̔̎̑̇̅̓̏͒T̵͕̜̱̤̭̪̙̂̉̎̇̇̈́E̶̛̱̭̮̯͔̜̼̽͐͌͋̏͝͠ ̷̮̮̮̞̽̾̿͜T̵̞̘͇͒͛̌̈́̔Ḧ̷̢̧̜͙̲͚́́̉̋͜͝Ȇ̷̯̥͖̼̮̙̓́͗̿̋̉M̶̮͉̝̬̹̊̾̽͐͜ͅ!̶̬̭̙̂̑͑͑̆͜ ̴̡̩̯̺̙̲̦̍͑͐͌̂͝I̷̩͎̬̟̘̣̤̊ ̴̛̗͙͖͖̣͍́̌̓͊͝͝͝H̴̲̋̅͜A̷̺͒͒̏͋̔̓͗̅͐T̵͎̏Ê̷̞̖̯̱̻͓̈́͝ ̸̢̟͇̇́̅̿͊̔̄̄͘͝Ạ̷̰͉̋̈́̐͗͆́̃̈̀L̶͙̳̉L̵̫̪̐̈̔̌ ̷̡͎̤͙̳̂̃͝͠H̵̞͔̹̳͛̎̚͝ͅÜ̵̬̰̒͆̉̇̕͝M̶͉̊̀A̶̤͈̮̺̗͕͖̠̅́͗̒̓̾̅̿̃̚N̵̢̢͈̟̩̰̦̜̤̤̄͊̐͂̅̇͠Ṡ̶̡̧̮̜͍̟̥̥̭͚͐̽͛̌ ̴͇͇͙͚͎͌̽͂̈́̉̾̊̍̽̚͜Ì̷̧͕͚̮̖̤̪͗N̶̹̗͂͌̉̆̂̆ ̸̫̦͖̮̥͙͛̐̾̉̌̾̊͝T̵̛̝̦̀̏͊̒̐̒͂͑̇H̴̝͖͇̜͚̩͒I̴̢̡͎̣̓̈́̈́̈́̃̍͊̈́̚ͅS̸̩̭̝̲̥͍̫̯̀͊̋̏̇́̕̚͝ ̷͎̝̱͋̂̕D̵̢̖̪͔͔̺͚̦̠̰͋Ą̶̹̞͓̦̤̙͈̞̟͆̉͂̆̅M̶̘̘̮̀̋̈̾͆̊̂̈́N̶̹̳͍͍͂̌̅̀͜ͅÉ̸̜͓̤͗̅̈D̷͉͕͠ ̸̛̛̜̿̃̀̉͑W̵̳̙͕̦̲̭͎̖̲̽̓̅̽͌̍̑̾Ǫ̷̛̝̪̩͔̈́̔͋̅̅͘R̴̖͎̮̘̘̩̀̀͑̈́̓̉͜͠ͅL̷̛̺̳͈̈̓̈́D̷̠̯̲̜͐̎̑͛̏ ̸̞̠̻͍͓̟̦̳̫̳́̂̀͐̎̉͂!̸̞̯͈̟̣̑̐̀͒̀͌́͘͠ ̶͍̭̖̩̪̙̩̤̫̚T̷̮̫̳̼̬̬̙͍̽̂̏̄͂͜͠ͅH̷͇̮͝E̶̼̣̦̎͛̓͌̉̎͂̒̕Y̴͇͎͉̮̩̓̋ ̵̡̼̺͍̘̼̙͚̮̉̊͗̾̈́̕͝͝Ś̸̡̲͚͔͇͎H̷̦̞̣͖̖̖̥̘̦̀ͅO̶̡̙̖͎̫͉̱̗̞͑͆̅̂͑͑̾̾̕͝U̸̞̰͖̒͜ͅL̷̟̝̬̲̦͋D̵̡͓̜͍̟͚͇̓̑̊̆͛ ̵̨̡͈͖̞͚̯̬̫̋̋͋͆̔̿̎̑̚Ḁ̷̦̍L̷̦͙̣̖̮̟̗̕Ḻ̶̝̲͔̤͓̯̈̓͒́̅̐́̕͠͝ ̷͚͕̰͇̂̽̋͐J̶̧̛̫̔̊͒̅́͛̿̑͘Ȕ̵̡̖͈̯͉͙̩͙̝̕͠ͅŞ̷̪̩̤̙̲̼̞̘̞̉̾̓͒̓̎T̴̹͉̒͒ ̸̠̝͉͌̊̂͋̽̈́͐̕͝͝D̶̞̥̖̼̣͕̼͂́̽͑̓͐͝͝͠͝Ī̷̞̹̜̣̃E̷̢̢̫͓̟͋̎̔́͐͂̕̕̕ ̵̤̈̓̚Ó̶̡̻͊̈͋̎̿̋̄̕F̶̖̄̾̄̾F̴̯͎̼͎̘͊̅̇̅̔̓͌̕ ̵̧̡̛̱̗̣̟̥̉͗̐͘L̷͚̙̲͙͎̈́̀I̸̛̠̘̻̽͂͋̆̕͠K̴̮̘̈̑̎͆͜Ē̷̞̺̟̺̬̗͓̝͔̈́̋͌̍̒ͅ ̴̣̩̲̱̱̀̾̚T̸͖͙͚́̃̄̽̿͠H̶̻͌̆ͅE̵̝̅Y̶͎̪̩̲̋͂̈́̐̐̄̌͂̕ ̸̩̹̼̠̖͉̘̘̫͕̅͗̾͐͆͂̀S̵̳̀̀͛́͊͊̚H̶̡̬̜̞͈̥͖̥̟̝̅́̀͠Ò̷͕͍͉̟̯̥̬͒U̸͖͗͛̈́̆͂̾̀̚͝L̵̡͉̮̺̱̲͊̋̆̌̈̑̂͌̕̚ͅḐ̶̨̣̲̻̼̔̇̎͐̍̋̏̉̉͋ ̶̬̻̰̖̓̾͛H̵̠̮͛̈́͑̋̉͆̎͠A̴̧͕̳̠͙͉͖̼̲̪̾̃V̸̫̗̅̃̀͗͘Ĕ̶͈͇̺̿̕͜ ̸̜̑̂̈̈́D̶̝͎̘͈̪̳̻̦͒͗̔̂̚͜Ų̸̨̱̖͔̙̗̫͛̑R̶͖͙̳̗͘I̷̢̼̼͇̠͈̭̱͂͊̄̽͘͝ͅṄ̶̫͎͍͙̔G̶͊̌̆͂͛͊̊̚͜ ̶̪̇̈́̇̒Ṯ̶̝̳̼̐̈͂̔͗̓̐͐H̶̢̢͓̬͇̱̓͂E̸̟͓̻̻͚̠̤͇̙͔͛̓
̴̳͍̙͚̖̙͚͈̀̊̀͒̌͊̂̈́͑͝I̷̞̒̈̓̈́͐̀͜Ň̷̫̖C̷̛͎̮͉̞͉͔̤͑͛̆̉Ì̸̞̰͑͆͌̋̋̅͝N̷̡͖̹̥̲͒̑͑̏̄̉͑̅̕ͅȄ̸͍̯̠̝͍͚͓̻̗̎Ŗ̴̞͙̬̺̳͚̲͌̊͘͜͜A̷̛͉͕T̵̨͍̠͍̱̪̜̺͖͛̔̄̍͜I̶̹͂̇̔́̂͠O̷̹͉̅̏̔͝N̴̺̤̈́S̸̛̻̦̹͖͕̊͜!̶̦̯̊ ̸̢͐̔͝Ị̶̛̞̳͙͆̔ ̵̨̨̳͙͎̟͉͓͈̆́̌S̵̯̗͓̕Ḫ̴̨̨̡̛̠͍̩̟̺́Ǒ̶̢̧͇͔̯̺̱̻̝̅Ŭ̵̧̪͈͔̠̭̠͎Ľ̸̥̬̙̫̊͆̎̚͠͝D̶͈̐͂̐̄͒̈́͒̈̌ ̴̡̈H̵̜̝͒̀͆͊̑̀A̶͖͉͔̋̿̅́̊͆̀̇͒̚V̵̛̛̰̘͔̮̞̅͝Ĕ̶̡͚̞̟͈̝͉̫͉̿̊̂̔̂͠ ̴͈̩̤̈́͋͆̈́͗́̅͠Ĺ̴̡̡̬̲͇͔̮̼̮͐Ë̶̡̼̱̫̘͇́̊̔̽̀̔̊T̵̛̙̻̞̜͚̻̘͕̈́͋͆͛͐̾͠ ̵̢͍̃̐͑U̸̪̖͙̖̫͗͜͝S̴̛̻̹̥̤̦͓̹̱͐͘̕ ̷̛̪̋͂̀͆̎̍̕͝À̵̼̈́͌̈̕͠͝L̴̳͔͎̦̙̱̑L̵̙͖̼̳̳̦̓̑̃̈͌̑̽͜͠͝͝ ̵̨̡̨̖̻̤͓͔̱̊̽Ḓ̶̨̤̬̙̦̫̻̻̏̍̐ͅĮ̷̳̞̟̘̘̫́͛̾E̴̛͓͎̒̈́͘͜!̴̡͖̃̈́̍ͅ ̸̨̨̌̀̔͛̔͛̍̕͠
Izuku merely looked to his raving mother, the throws of insanity having finally taken her after all these years. The broken mirror before him is the result of both him and his mother.
As Izuku looked into the broken mirror and merely saw half of himself, the other the blackened wood from the frame...but to Izuku to represent the nothing he really was...to...
̷̖̫̰̙̓̋͗͋̇Ń̸̖̗͓̮͓̕ơ̴̼̩͚̭̝͈̼̇̅͂͑̊̓̕͜.̸̡̨̹̪̖̜̳̳̒͂͂͝͝ͅ.̴͓̝̫̗̮̲̮̖͐̇͜.̶̨̡̻̬͓͋͗́̇̉̍͘.̴̪̄͘Į̴̭̹̰̳͙̬͆͋̓̉̈́͂͠z̵̢͔̲͚̚ͅȕ̴̼̊͑̓̂͒̽̈̏͝k̷̟̐͋͐̍̅̕ŭ̷͈̠̩̼̦̣͂̀͌̄̏̅̈́.̷̡̧̩̩̩̎̇̇͛̑͘.̷̱̺͉̻̍.̸̡̥͂̾͑ý̴̧̧̮̞̀̿͆̈́͌̓͘͝͝ŏ̷͉̘̞̻̲̝̓̈́̇̓͌̆̏̚ű̴͈̏͆̈́̾̔̓̕͠ ̷̧̬̦͙̝̳͔̗̅͒̇͊f̸͓̥̘̬͕̫̞͇̐̀̈̈́̑e̷͖͎̼̫͊̌́͐̓̅̔̕͠è̵͍l̶̛͍̻̒͒͋̃͗́͊͆͘ ̵̱̑̈́́̔̌̿̓̎̃̀t̵̼͙͍̰͎̰͗̉͌́̐̀̃́̅̚ͅh̶̢͇͛̇͘ĕ̸͇̪̥̭̌͂̌͘ ̴̩̺̖̺̪̬̺̘̈̈́ͅs̷͓͈̤͇̩̼̹̱̬̾͛̾́͑͛a̵̱̺̍́̈́m̶̰̿̎̀̈̉̒͆̌̓̿e̴̤̥͚̲͈̬̻̺̾̑̄̇͌͂͛̕͜ͅ ̸̡̘͖̦̯̭͍̤̻͓̊ḑ̵̢͓̟͉̬̝͛͑̑̀̉͘ͅơ̴̹͈̗̱̲̭̽̽̓̐n̶͙̪̬͍̻͓͂̉̿͆͆͋͋͐͆̕'̶̯̬̑̈́͋̒́̓t̸̨͖̝̰̱̜̙̺̳̤͂̚͠ ̸̧̩͖̫͖͐̍̊͠y̴̡̱̠͙͗̂̄͋̃͌̀̋̚ͅỏ̷̧̨̟̹̺̜͎͜ų̸̛̞͓̤͙͑̃̉̀̇̈́̚͝͠ͅ
Izuku turned to his raving mother and spoke.
I̷̙̘͎̗͕͛̆͛́͠.̵̡̱̞͎͉̇͝.̸̢̣̗͉̼̠͋̃̎͑̈́ͅ.̴̨̘͇͉͖̔̄̐̂́̾̒̒̚͝.̸̡͈̣͓̫̩͎̹̣̀I̸̜͇̫̐̎͑͒͂͑͗ ̶̛̱͓͇̈́̅͆̈̏̾͘͠w̴̡̧̛̱̫̯̠̦̓̉̐̔́̃́̅͠a̸̝̘̖͖͊͒̅̊͐̆̃̏ͅn̴̨̗͇̂̒̑̔̄͜t̵̩̻̙̘͕̥͍̱̤̾̉̀͛̈̉̓̓̓̕͜ ̷̫̓̃̓̎̃͘̕͝t̵̨̓ḧ̶̛͙̠͙̻̜͚̄̀́͑̾̕ͅë̴͖́͊̓́͌̐s̵̲̻̰̲͛̃̀͊͝e̴̞̲͎̗̻̻̪͍͊͗͐͠ ̷̧̖͓͔̼̣̗̄̌̀̽͑̿̒ḫ̶̛̟̯̹̜͎̖̪͋͊̈́́ú̷̻̥̞͌ṃ̷͎̟̭̟̮̠̽͐̽̓̋͑̔͝a̸̞͍̽͗͊̍̎̿n̷̙̩̟͉̱̙̩̮̥̩͌s̴̢̛̙̖̬̲͚̺̻̩͑̉̉̽ ̸̟͙̹̪̞̜̒̀̔̎ͅt̵̥͎͕̒͗͂̎̆̃o̸̧̯̭̝͈̫̺͛͆̑̍̾̚̚͝͠ ̸͕̠̣̦̫̩͓̼̋̈́̃̿̈́̈́̾̕b̷̨̘͇̫̼͂̈́͊̎͂͌̍ư̷̛̬̪̗̬̰̄̀̈̊̋͛̏͛ͅṛ̵̿n̷̡̡̢̳̣̪̚.̷̜͚̹̥̄͗͗̋̇̑͝͝ͅ.̶̧̝̙̹̠̬̙̎̄͋̍̕.̷̖̝̻̗̑͋͋̍̀ţ̶̙̖̑̾͌̓̂̀h̷̥̅̊̋̄͂͆͠è̷̛̠̼̳̼̽̍̌ͅy̴̹̖͔̳̭̾̑ ̵̢̱͙̺́s̶̙͕̲̱̱͂̓̈́̚ḧ̷̢o̶̝̱͓̣͖̬̬̱̺͆̈́ų̷͍̲͍̱͖̆̔͂̄ͅl̸̠̺͈͎̩͊̈́̔̑̑̇̇͜͝d̴̡̠̟͉̼̹̈́̾́̆͘̕ ̷͙͚̜͎̯̩͊̀ǹ̷̲̞̮̰͙͖̩̍̈͑̎̌̋͛̚͜ͅo̷̪̳̯̱̞̫̝̹̯͐͋̈͗̊͌́̃͋ţ̸͔̞͔̣̼͎̗̑̈́͒́̓ ̵̢̛̘̲̥͉̯̠̜̒̌̎͋̌̕͜ẖ̷̭̣̯͓̔͂̚ą̴̣̲̹͉̟͍͇̬̪̕v̷̛̗͍̖͙͎͉̠̮̫͆̿̽͒̃͌̌̎͘e̸̥̱͕̫͔̖͂̍̇̓͛̈́̈́̌͛ ̵͖̅͊̀́͆͐l̷̙̎̀͊̉̈͑ï̷̧̗̱͑̿̏ͅv̷̖͖̟̣͚̹͆͑̾e̵̺̽d̴̠̅̀̾̈́͆̓.̸̘͒́.̵̲͊.̶̭͉̒̔͝.̵̨̡̨̳̤̹͌̿͗̉͗̔̚W̵̨̘͈̮̼̲̥̳͛̋͒̋̑̽̔͗͜͠͝ͅH̷̠̥̯̩̝͙̘̞̞̉̏̓̓̈͗̕͝Y̵̜̪̣̭̱͔̑̽̅̀͜͜ͅ?̴̺̙͉͎̤̹̀͗̐̎͑͆̑̍͐-̵̮̱̝̭̣̯̜̀W̴͙̽̈́̔̈́͗̇̈́͝͝͠H̴̡̨̼̹̪̱̗̥͌͊́̄̄͋̆̅͋ͅY̶̛̰̹̌̋͜ͅ?̸̹͚̼̓́̓̌̅̋-̸̧̙̻̱̫̦̮̣̯̚ͅẀ̷̧̻͕̟̿̅̏̕ͅH̷̩̪̻̭͉̦͛͛̋̇̌Y̵̗̯̎͛̽̿̄̂͜?̵͓̎̒̿ͅ-̸̼̞͈͐W̶͎̤̝̄͂̉͐͌͆Ḩ̷̛̥͎́̇͜Y̸̺̟͚̠̘̟̫̠̑̽̉̿̉͜ ̵̩̘͇̘̫͙̻̖̊W̵̦̎͋̿̔̃̑́̐̓͝H̷̖̜͇̹̳̼̳̊̓́̽͂̕̚͝Y̵̦͔̳̠͌̉̌̎̈́̕ͅ ̴̨͈̪̻̝̌̾̓͑̓̍̅̍̉̃͜͜D̴̨̙̫̘̭͒͂̿͜O̴̜̖̜͕̦͋̉͂ ̶̭̝̹̼̦̬̮̈́̾̈́̽̚I̵̼͆́̌̂̂̃͊̚ ̶̨̛̭̳͕̭͇̹͎̓̊̃H̸̢̛͇͙̰̖̅̈́̾̚̕͜Ą̶͍͔̳̞̩̣̯̙̀̀̿͛͝V̴̛̠̀̏̀̄̍̈́͝͝E̴̱̻̓̀̐̀̓̾͊͠ ̷͎̮̭̥͗͋̂̍͗͋̉̈́̔̍T̴̝̥̤͇͓̬̜̥̠̪̚O̷̧̫͓̞̳̹͍̜̟̍͋̏̐̆̏́͘͝ ̴̦̳͔͖̲̯͈̖̖͇̃͐̋͐͝S̴̛̯̼̝͓̮͍͓̮͔͔̀͋̒̀̀͐̉̚Ȕ̴̹͎͎̺̂̌̿ͅF̶̨͔͉̼̣̣͒̓̈́̈́͐̉͗F̵̩̆͒́̃E̸͎͔͎͍̼̭̱̳͂̒͊̒̾̚͜R̸̤͍̦̩̥͍͑̐ ̴̫̲̻̞͝W̶̠̉̈̽̀̂̈́̂ͅḦ̵̗͙͕͍̜̮̳͙̭́̇̌̓͑Ȩ̴̠̹̼̗̲͓̩̹̇̌̎͝N̵̤̘̰͇̳̪̰̫̭͈̓̈́̂̉̏̈́͝͝ ̵̧̠̻̫̬͔̥̘͂̒͌͐̑͆̐̀̌͜͠T̴̺̐͐̑͝H̵̨̒̿̈̄͆̈́̕I̷͉͈̱͖͈̓̽̆͌͑̚͠S̸̛͉͓͊́͐̇͋̆ͅ ̸̫̟̠̀̀̊̆͜͝Ǎ̵̧̨̬̖͉̥̠̭L̶̠̦̜̦̲̝̦͔̉͒̊̾̋̇͘͝L̴̜̟͖̻̍͑̒̿̍̓̃̀͠͠ ̸̧͔̮̦͙̲͓̥̟̓͋Ë̸̞̠͇̠̳̦̍̉͗̌̊̔Ń̴̢̩̞̦͗̽̆͝Ḋ̴̲̗̜̮̭̣̅̇̀̊̀̐͂̚͘S̶̢̢͖̱̝̾͘̚!̴͈̱͎̆̎͌̀̓̋̈̌̄̿ ̷̜̼̤͓̓͘W̸̩͋͆̆̿̔͠H̶͉͖̦̳͔͉͖̾̈́͊Y̴̨̥̪̐̎̎̈́ ̷̱͓̈͋̊̌̆͑͂D̷̤̜̝̪̹̗͔̼͛̀̈̉̕ͅO̷̙̼͚̮̘̗͚̮̔̎ ̶̢̳̘̊̾̍̍̅̾̋͆͝I̴̡͉̗͔̯̹̞̥̟̜͊̅́͂̇̉̓̅͊͛ ̸̭͎̥̖̝̃͋͆̃̊̀̒͘̚H̶̢̨͔̪̻̥̔͑̓̑̓̽͂͘Á̷̱͎̖̭͕͚̻̿̈́̍̽̿V̵̨̞̱̭͕̔̉̀E̵̝͎̟͖͉̙̟͒̂̀̍̅͑̌̂̈́͜ͅͅ ̸̧̡̟̘̝̬̰̙̍̽̋T̷͇͕̯͗͂̓̾̂̌͝O̵͉̰̖͊ ̴̧̨̫̖̥̽̔̆̎̉͑͘͝ͅG̵̺̠̻̬̞͚͛̓͜ͅͅǑ̷̫̰̜̯̠̱͜ ̵̪̓̋͒̂́̒͒̽́Ḇ̸̨̩̯̙̬̘̞̆́͂͆̓͂͘͝A̴̙̯̭̤̥͖̥̗͇͋͝C̷̫̞̽͘K̵̺̯̞̀̇̇̕!̷̲͉͈̯̂̃̍͐̃̇͑͝ͅ ̷̦͍̠̼̬̪̞̈́́͝Ȉ̶̖̟͔̻͙̙̙̭͙̻̔͌̓͊̀̐F̷͓̳͕͋̆̃̈́̍̑͘͠͠ ̴̛̬̪̼͖͓̭̣̳̰̳̀̐̒Y̵̨̢̼̼̖͓̖͍̮̐̈̾̓̐̿͆͘͠Ȍ̵̮̼̩͈͎̈́͊͊̀̎̈́͘͝͝Ų̸̠͕̥̯͈̗̫͙̪́̈̂͋̿͘͝ ̸̛͖͍͈̦̘̯̥̃̓͑͂͐̔̏͌̕L̸̨̨̗̳̳̘̯̼͂̎͑̓̑̅Ǐ̸͖̺̠̖̝̙̥̼̄S̵̢̛͉̣̝̘̗͇̖̋͝ͅT̸͇̭̣̍E̸̡͓̜͕͊̽͌̔̉͒̇͝N̷̢͇̫͇͈̆͌̌͋̒ͅ ̸͚͈̳̙͈̯̰̖͉̋̈́̀T̸̨̻͓̜̳̮̳̰̓̿ͅÖ̸̧͕̱̦̬́̓ ̵̡̛̦̭̰̤̬̮̤̐́ͅM̶̨̨̛͖̙̖͔̲̯͉̏͒̔̂̌͂É̶͍͇̮͕̖̟̮̪̟̯̿ ̷̨̢̬̻̱̼̥̭̉̍G̴̫̠͙̒̃̀Ǫ̸̹͇̟̣̲̟͖̹̓̓̕D̵͎̜̭̭̱̲̺̖̘̠̅͊̚ ̷̙͉͍̖̕D̸̨̢̙͇̞͔̀͑͒̾̄͒̾͝͝O̶̗̗̕N̵̘̏̽͐̆͊'̴̧̢̱̼̥̩͙͓͓́́͛͛̀͆ͅT̴̛̟́̑̍̔͋̊̔ ̶̥̣̪̦͈̮̣͇̦͗̒̐̓̈́͑͒͐́ͅḾ̴̡̯̟̠̠̞͙͎̜̏̏̌̒͜A̴̧͙̩̻̓̋̉͌̐͒͌̂́̉Ḳ̶̠̦̗̲̩̈́͛̀̿͝E̵̡̨̧͔͉̖̝͉̦̋̌̏͋͆͐͋̏͛ ̷̫͙̰̱͔̝̟̦̠͑͒̓̑̍́́M̶̙̘̲͂È̴̻͇͈̙̩͐͆̐̈̈͌͌̿ ̵̨̛̘͔̯͈̞̙̰̬̑̀͑͑̆̒L̶̳̝̹̀͑̇̿̆Ë̸̯̣̝́͌̋A̷̬̭̺̣͓̋V̴̡̰̹̙̭̞͇̣͚̔̈̑Ę̷̫̞̥̬̳̣̀́̂͌!̵̰̮͓̙̻̝̙͙̈́͜!̷̖̞̣̬͚̳̩̞̭̌͑̀̃͒͘̚!̶̤̹͑͒͝
They did not know how long they stayed there, but all they knew was that blood ran down ritsuka's face and was splattered across Izuku's arms, both embraced with one another as they stared into the broken mirror...kinship between them and that inanimate object so easily destroyed.
