Author note: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and My Hero Academia are not mine

Prolouge

Well…this is weird.

Under the blankets of stars, with the silver moon planted on the obsidian blanket, was a person. Adorn in a peculiar robe that has a fur-line mantle that hid the person's shoulder and leathery, charcoal boots which have their collars folded, the person was standing upon the street of Kansai Region in the Esuha Market with a strange metallic mask with a neutral expression with vertical slit eyes that surrounded in a blueish hue. As the clicking sound of boots of bystanders impacting the floor reaches his ears that are hidden behind his hoods, he looks around the strange place through the vertical slit opening of the mask – It took him time to adjust his senses to see through the opening of the mask without it dampening his other senses. The surrounding reminded him of Solitude – tall buildings with light coming through squarish windows with signs that have a language imprinted on them that the man couldn't understand, multiple statues of animals similar to what he had seen on the coastline of Skyrim's shores and on its land…along with some resembles one of the 'princes', multiple spheres of light of a multitude of colors was attached to buildings that reminds him of the spell 'magelight' that the man had learned but mostly never uses.

The man brought his hands – that hid behind charcoal, leather gloves that have sharp metallic nails as the glove's knuckles have steel-like plates covering each knuckle individually – to the mask's chin and caress it slowly as he's doing it with care since he doesn't want to scratch the mask before shrieking sounds reaching his ears. The man twists his head towards the sound's origin with a defensive stance as both his hands begin to went aflame – which caught the attention of bystanders that look at him with cautions, yet the man did not care – before he stood back up seconds later and the flames died down. He tilted his head with and eyebrows raised behind the mask before the man walked toward the crowds.

He walked with his leather – with some steel platings – charcoal boots click onto the stone ground with a question of his mind: 'what causes these people to gather around?' before he stops as he is now at the back of the crowds. He tried to look through the crowds but alas, he couldn't even get a speck of view through the opening to see since they were immediately blocked up by other citizens. Fortunately, he was able to hear what the civilians are saying.

"WELL DONE, SUNEATER!"

"SO COOL!"

–And he was able to understand them…which is nice overall…but how can he understand them without understanding the writing of the signs surrounding him was beyond him.

The masked man stood there as he place his hands on the mask's chin and cupped it with curiosity knocking on his mind as he ponders about Suneater. He places his head down as he looks toward the ground as he was pondering about the name. Based on the crowd reactions, this 'Suneater' was recognized, locally at the least, by the local civilians, yet he has gone to every city in Skyrim and he has never heard of this name…which he concludes three possibilities:

1. He is in another province of Tamriel – Which is most realistically, but it doesn't explain the language problem.

2. He is in another continent – which explains the weird structural architecture and language, and it is more realistic than the first, yet it doesn't explain the fact that he could understand them as well.

3. He might be in another realm – this has the lowest possibilities, but he did get careless during 'that' time…but no it's nearly impossible.

–Second it is.

He dropped his hands as he tear it away from the mask's chin before he look at the person closest to him and tried to get his attention…unfortunately, fate doesn't allow him to do so.

"STAY DOWN!"

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