"Midoriya, what is the Pythagorean Theorem?" Ectoplasm asked me.

I was looking at my notes and had mostly zoned out for the majority of the class. The mathematics teacher probably wanted to teach me a lesson about not paying attention in class. Too bad for him I already knew everything his classes could teach me. "A squared plus B squared equals C squared." I told the teacher before returning to looking at my notes absently. Usually I'm not so bad, but I've been feeling off today. My gut is telling me something is going to happen today and my gut is never wrong. The problem is just because my gut is telling me something is going to happen doesn't mean that I know what will happen. It could be anything.

That's not even mentioning all that's been weighing on my mind for the last few days. The supernatural wasn't a thing in MHA, it took me a while, but I recently recognized the setting, or rather settings from several shows I used to watch. I didn't really bother keeping my memory refreshed about those shows, as it wasn't really something I thought of as my primary concern was that I was in MHA, but it's not like I forgot everything. Issei, Goudou, and Shirou were all the protagonists of their own series, that much I knew. Worlds that I happened to know through the virtue of being reborn and keeping my memories. If I was just lucky and was reborn into MHA by sheer coincidence, that I could accept, but a fusion of several of my favorite anime? There was no way my rebirth into this world was coincidence. Once is coincidence, twice is happenstance, thrice is enemy action.

Who or what did this mattered little I suppose, as they had yet to show themselves to me. Whether I was reborn into this world for a purpose or for some entity's entertainment mattered little to me in the end, because I would always follow my own path regardless.

"Izu-kun, you alright?" Shoko asked me out of nowhere.

"Yeah, you've been out of it all day." Mina added.

My little group was sitting together eating lunch and I was just sitting there looking at my food instead of eating it. That was concerning. "I'm fine. I don't know why, but something feels off. " I responded as I idly stirred the pasta in front of me with my fork.

Kaachan slammed her fist on the table before yelling at me, "If you're gonna lie then just shut the fuck up and eat already!"

"I'm not lying. I just have some other stuff on my mind as well." I replied to a huffing Katsumi.

At that moment I felt a presence make itself known behind me. Two pairs of feet were walking toward me. Normally, I wouldn't have made anything of it, but it seemed as though Kaede and Momo had sensed the same thing I was and were rapidly paling. Since they were the first two to notice then that meant that it was magical in nature. I rose up from my seat and turned around.

"Shit." I eloquently whispered under my breath upon seeing the two approaching us.

Before me was a man dressed in blue knightly regalia. He had wavy light green hair that came down to a few inches above his shoulders with deep aqua colored eyes. This was Abbadon Santiago, the Saint of Destruction, the current wielder of the legendary holy sword Durandal and a high ranking knight within the Bronze-Black Cross. At age eighteen, he already stood at the precipice of reaching the Peak of Reason as a high ranking Philosopher. He was known for his high number of completed missions despite his youth and for being rather trigger happy. Now that may sound bad, but it wasn't as though he was unreasonable. Far from it, most would describe him as an ideal knight. No, the reason why the expletive leaped from my mouth was his newly designated observation target.

A young woman dressed in blue jeans, a long sleeve shirt with red accents with blond hair and steel gray eyes was standing slightly behind him with a questioning look gracing her face. Finley Alessa was the youngest Campione, having only been one for three months and was the least well known. What we did know was that she was still going to high school and seemed to be determined to stay out of supernatural politics for the foreseeable future. Many already thought that she was going to be this generation's Goudou. Not unwarranted considering that I've seen a few pictures of the aftermath of her fights. I could say for certain that it's a good thing that those fights occurred in the Canadian wilderness and not anywhere near anything resembling a populated area.

I reigned in my displeasure upon seeing Endeavor trailing slightly behind the two of them, crossing his arms and mouthing at me to not mess this up. I sighed before giving a neutral if slightly friendly smile. "Hello there, how can I help you?"

"Ah, you must be Izuku. I am Abbadon Santiago and this is-" The knight began before I interrupted him.

"Finley Alessa, yes I know. I doubt there is a single person in our 'community' that does not know at this point. What do you want?" I got straight to the point.

By this point everyone at my table was looking at the interaction. Santiago gave a jovial laugh before continuing, "Well you see, I just wanted to see your sword."

"The Tsumukari Muramasa?" I asked slightly confused.

"Why yes." The knight put an arm around my shoulder before leaning in closer and continuing in a quieter voice, "It seems as though the Princess's prophecy is coming to a head. If you could just follow along I would be forever grateful."

I gave another sigh in what I assumed would be just one of many I would give today, before responding in a slightly exasperated tone, "Alright, what do you need?"

"Aha, I knew you wanted to share your weapon's secrets with us. Now then, why don't we go somewhere nice!" The knight of the Bronze-Black Cross exclaimed as he started pulling me along with him.

I looked toward Endeavor and gave a small nod. I really hoped this wasn't going to turn out the way I thought it would. We kept walking until we reached a relatively secluded room. Endeavor was waiting outside while Alessa herself was sitting on one of the couches eating a nutri-grain bar? Santiago took out what looked to be a paper charm before ripping it in half after which the paper it was made of burned up in a blue fire until it was ash in the wind. The wall within the room gained a blue tint for a moment with a magical circle appearing on it.

"Alright then, now with that out of the way we can begin. Princess Alice's prophecy of The Unending Sun is coming to a head. While we don't know much, we know for certain that by the end of the year the prophecy will have come to pass." The wielder of Durandal said his piece.

"Yes, I and anyone with more than a toe dipped into the Moonlit World know that much already. What I want to know is why you need me." I responded with a slight questioning tone.

It seems as though the King in the room had finished eating her snack as she responded, "Apparently there is reason to believe that Japan will play at least some part in the prophecy and as a Campione I'm one of the few people with the authority and power to deal with the prophecies ramifications."

I blinked. Did she just insinuate that she was duty bound to help people, because I think she just did. From what I know she already matches the Goudou archetype to a tee. Reasonable, but could care less for the supernatural and very inclined to massive property damage. If she was both reasonable and cared to actually do her duties as a Campione. Well, that was a game changer. Still, that didn't answer my question.

"Yes, that answers why you're in Japan but it doesn't answer my question." I replied.

The pair seemed to share a look for a moment before Santiago spoke, "We also have reason to believe that you are The Noble Scion Who Defies Fate. Your father seemed to agree and sent us your way."

I palmed my face before responding,"Of course he did. Why do you think it's me though?"

This time Alessa interjected before her watcher had a chance, "We weren't, but now that I've seen you I'm positive. I have an authority that lets me peer a few seconds into the future and see the path anyone I see will take by looking through their Fate Lines and when I use it on you it goes haywire. The only time that has happened before is with other fate defying entities like Campione."

I defy fate just by existing? That might quite honestly be the best thing I've heard my entire life. Although it does make me wonder a bit about some of the past events in my life a bit. Something to think about later. First if what the King says is true then I'm going to have to agree with them that I am the Noble Scion of the prophecy.

The prophecy of the Unending Sun was delivered by Princess Alice some few decades ago. Princess Alice herself is an extremely strong witch who has been around longer than even my father and has quite the resume in regard to prophecies giving almost all of the more major ones in the past two hundred years. That she gave the prophecy is enough for every single magical organization in the world to take note. That the Prophecy of the Unending Sun has such major implications is enough for everyone in the world to be concerned.

"Now that we've confirmed it, that means we've narrowed down the Heretical God of the prophecy." The Knight spoke as if to confirm his already held belief with a small glance to my weapon.

"Mithra." I simply stated.

The Zorastrian god of covenant, light, oath, justice, the sun, and is also the principal enemy of Ahriman and/or Angra Mainyu depending on the text. Both of which just so happen to reside in my sword.

'MITHRAAAA!' A voice screeched in my head.

A held a hand to my head and focused on containing the now awakened raging beast. It didn't take long, perhaps a few moments, but it left me with a raging headache. As it's voice disappeared the last thing I heard was how the god was going to wipe his sworn enemy from the face of existence.

"You ok?" The young Campione asked in slight concern getting off of the couch and coming up to me.

"Yeah I'm fine. As you can imagine Ahriman is not very happy with Mithra." I responded while rubbing my temples to soothe my headache.

"I would suppose so." The King replied right next to my ear, making me jump slightly.

"May I ask why you are so close?" I asked as she was only a few centimeters from my face.

Her steel gray eyes sparkled as she spoke, "I'm sorry it's just I've never seen the Fate Lines act like this before. Usually they just sort of bend or warp around people that deny fate, but the lines that connect to you are some of the largest I've ever seen and they seem to be desperately attempting to cling to you, but find no purchase. It's like you're a ghost."

"A ghost?" I questioned.

The Canadian King made a small hum as if thinking how best to explain before answering, "It's as if you aren't here, yet Fate is acting as though it knows you should be. Earlier the Fate Lines that were attempting to grab hold of you eventually just flowed toward the redhead you were with."

"Kirishima." I whispered under my breath, my face scrunched in consternation. For all intents and purposes as decided by Fate itself, Kirishima is the protagonist now. This doesn't make any sense though. If Fate is unable to grab onto me at all then I shouldn't even be able to appear in any prophecies.

"I see, but if that's the case then how-?" I started to ask before being interrupted.

"The prophecy was given before your birth and subsequently before whatever caused Fate to react with you the way it does right now. Of course given your current 'condition' we have no idea how exactly that will affect the prophecy." Santiago interjected, giving an explanation to my half spoken query.

I suppose I can accept that explanation for now. "If that's true then how am I going to fit into this situation exactly."

"Nothing changes. Mithra will come for his longtime enemy, eventually; and since Fate has no purchase on you it is entirely possible the prophecy won't even come to pass. Of course, that is just conjecture as although The Noble Scion Who Defies Fate is important in some way to the progression of the Unending Sun we really have no idea why it is so. For all we know and in all likelihood it is your defiance that causes Mithra to bring about unending day. In the end the prophecy is far too vague to guess at any concrete answers at the moment. Hell, despite knowing that the prophecy will come to pass this year for all we know Mithra could have already descended and is coming for you at this very moment." Santiago laid out.

"So what then? I can't imagine the King or you will be sticking around me for any longer than is necessary, especially considering the three Asian Campione will consider anything more than a quick visit as a provocation." I responded.

"No, I won't be able to stay for very long, but what's the point of being able to spit on Fate if one doesn't use it." The King who was once again reclining comfortably on the sofa spoke.

"It is as my King says, why allow the prophecy to come to fruition when we can go to the source. With your help along with the power of the Amairin we'll easily be able to locate any ritual sites where one might be attempting to call down a Heretical God." The Saint of Destruction clarified.

My brow scrunched slightly in thought as I spoke, "With a Campione it might be possible. Preparing both the ritual and amassing the resources to summon a Heretical God would take a great deal of time and effort. More than enough to be found by the Amairin a great deal before they would ever be ready to enact the ritual. If the ritual was a key component to the prophecy then it would be possible to completely deny the prophecy in its entirety thanks to the ability that all Campione possess to defy Fate."

Santiago gave a small nod, "That's what I was thinking as well. Do you think you can help us?"

I was about to give an affirmative before my phone dinged in notice that I had received a message. I was about to ignore the message when Santiago interjected, "That's odd. The barrier should be blocking all electro-magnetic signals from coming through the walls."

I blinked and quickly took out my phone and read the message I had received from who else, but my father. After a small sigh I spoke, "Well it looks like I don't have to ask."

Only my father would be so bold.


Abandoned warehouses are far easier to sneak into than one would think. Doubly so if the warehouse has been abandoned for a long time. One would think that a group with enough money and pull to try to attempt to summon a Heretical God would have enough money to use a fancy building but that just wasn't feasible. The Amairin and the HCC by extension were jumped up control freaks that monitored any and all possible supernatural hotspots they could. Thus if one wanted to get away with anything supernatural without detection then they would have to go through strictly unofficial channels and make sure that no non-sanctioned magic use could be detected. Of course, it's not that it actually helped them at all.

Apparently, this warehouse was being used by less than reputable groups for the past several years. It was one of several throughout the country that were marked as possible ritual locations by our intelligence. After crawling through a broken window and climbing atop the boxes to get across the warehouse without detection; I found what I was looking for.

The warehouse was filled with hundreds of huge wooden boxes that in a regular warehouse would have been used to store things in. Most were put into stacks and then formed into rows following some sort of organization which probably made sense when they actually held things inside of them. The warehouse should have been the same throughout since if one wanted to store items while still leaving room to access them there really wasn't any better option. However, upon coming closer toward the middle of the warehouse the semi-neat organization and symmetry was broken by a large clearing that had no boxes in it. Instead it had a dozen people working on a summoning circle on the ground. Around the summoning circle an assortment of different materials lay scattered about from the obvious like the chalk being used to create the circle to a crow and a cardinal stuffed in cages.

'Angra, can you tell me anything?' I asked the god in the sword through our telepathic link.

'Hmm, they're all mages, that's for sure. It's a bit odd though.' Angra Mainyu spoke in a bemused voice.

'How so?' I immediately asked. I subtly channeled some curses that gave me heightened sight at the expense of making my teeth itch and making me taste the color green, as I looked over the group from an elevated position.

'They're definitely summoning something, but it definitely isn't a god. For one, they don't even have one Ultimate Class within their group, just a single High Class and a few Middle Class. Summoning a Heretical God either requires highly specific circumstances or extreme amounts of energy to pierce the veil between the Upper Heavens and Earth. Usually that'll take at least a few Ultimate Class beings. Maybe I could see it if they brought an extremely powerful artifact that was closely linked to the deity they wanted to summon but I can't feel anything divine in the area.' Angra explained.

This wasn't what I was looking for then, but if they were trying to summon something here instead of out in the open then it obviously wasn't for anything good. Perhaps they were attempting to summon something divine adjacent like an angel or fae. The only problem I had now was whether to leave this group to their own devices or to take them out now. Mithra could be summoned while I was dealing with this group, but I doubted it. In all likelihood the summoning wouldn't be complete for at least another day as the kind of ritual and energies needed to summon a god really couldn't be hidden that well and needed quite a while to succeed. The immense magical signature could be disguised or misdirected but there was just no way to hide that something major was happening. Of course there is the possibility that they could shorten the time needed for the summoning, but all of the ways they would be able to do such a thing would give them away anyways. So in summary; I probably had more than enough time to take out this group.

Before I decided on a course of action I studied the summoning circle on the ground that looked as though it was just finished trying to make out any of the symbols as well as looking out for anything that would give away either the intentions of the group of summoners or what they were intending to summon. The crow and the cardinal seemed out of place compared to everything else, but taking into account their sympathetic relationships they helped narrow down my search. The two birds were closely associated with fallen angels and their unfallen brethren respectively. Why would they want to summon an angel? A high ranking angel outright wouldn't respond to a summon from a faithless and as far as I know currently all of the highest ranking fallen are very uptight about not leaving their little portion of the Underworld without good reason.

'From the way the mana is swirling it seems as though that they'll start the summoning soon. If you're gonna take them out then it's probably best to get started now.' Angra informed me.

With a mental nod to Angra I started circling around the group of summoners while keeping to the boxes I was on. I was directly behind the only High Class of their group ready to jump down and take out their best fighter from the outset. Unfortunately, right before I was about to jump off the circle started glowing and gave off a flash of light which blinded my still enhanced eyes for a few seconds. After I regained my sight, I found that Bounded Field had appeared around the group of summoners centering on the circle. Now I had to destroy the Bounded Field before I entered which would give away the element of surprise. Not only that, but now both the crow and cardinal were now outside of their cages being held by a member of the group each with another two members approaching them with a ritual knife in hand.

'This ritual makes no sense if they want to summon an angel.' Angra felt puzzled as he communicated with me before finishing off with a feeling of realization.

'That's because they're not summoning an angel!' I half realized half shouted at Angra through our link. The symbols that made up the summoning circle had changed to one's I recognized and confirmed my fears.

I immediately gave up on any thought of stealth and started chanting, "I call upon All the Evils of the World. Let this blood be the catalyst." I pressed the blade of the Tsumukari Muramasa into my hand and let the blood start flowing out. "And let this steel be the container." My blood which was streaming out the newly made cut started defying gravity and flowing like tiny streams of water around the Tsumukari Muramasa before flowing directly into the blade and being consumed by it. "Let sanity and desire fall to the wayside. For I am the End of Reason!" The blade glowed slightly as if to show off its new blood-red coloration.

The powerful curses that previously had been near completely contained were finally granted a slight opening to flow freely. Streams of black-red miasma swirled around me as I took my first breath of air with the curses flowing through me. There was no real way to explain how being empowered by the Tsumukari Muramasa felt like, but the best way I could explain it was a study in contradictions. I felt like I could lift a building, but I also felt like my entire body was being sliced open by a thousand tiny cuts. It was like I was bipolar, but experiencing both the manic high and the depressing low at the same time. My mind was constantly being assaulted on all sides by hundreds of small voices telling me to do just about everything evil one could imagine as well as attempting to soothe me. For most this would be enough to completely debilitate them. For me it was just supremely annoying.

I launched myself at the Bounded Field with speed that just a few seconds ago would have been far beyond my capabilities and cut. The field put up more resistance than I thought it would, but all that amounted to in the end was shattering in a second instead of instantly. In the second after I cut through the field I chopped off the head of the High Class. Unfortunately that was the wrong move because as soon as I did that the already glowing circle exploded in light and a new figure appeared in the middle of the circle bearing the wings of a bat and beautiful white hair.

"This better be important." The devil spoke in a silky smooth tone that bellied his annoyance.

"Save us from that monster!" One of the summoners cried out as the others fled from the scene.

"And why exactly should I save such useless sheep as you?" The devil asked before moving his arm in a quick motion I couldn't quite follow. A second later the summoner that had asked for help was lying on the ground dead. "Their only job was not to be discovered and they still failed that. It's so hard to find good minions these days. Wouldn't you agree?" The devil asked me in faux sincerity with a smirk adorning his face.

'Be careful Izuku. This guy is strong, Ultimate Class strong.' Angra Mainyu warned me.

"I can't say I particularly have that problem. Although, I do wonder just what you were doing that you needed them to keep it a secret." I responded in a level tone not betraying anything.

The devil's smirk widened before speaking,"Oh just a few things you don't need to know."

My eyes narrowed as I responded, "So mysterious, and here I thought the Paimon gave away secrets to those who listened."

"If you know that then you should also know that a sacrifice is to be made whenever we are summoned." The devil responded in a dark tone. "Although, before I collect on that, why did you come to kill my minions? I was quite certain that they were going to be left alone on my last trip to this world."

I tilted my head in slight confusion before answering, "They looked like they were about to summon a devil away from official eyes. Obviously it was for evil reasons. Why wouldn't I attack them before they completed their ritual?"

The devil seemed surprised for a second before laughing, "Hahahaha, just for that? What if they just wanted some drugs. I thought you humans valued life. Perhaps this trip won't be for nothing after all." The devil had a psychotic smile on his face as he finished speaking.

After that we stopped speaking and stood opposed to each other for a few tortuously long seconds, appraising the other and daring him to make the first move. Then everything exploded into motion. The devil approached me on my right with speed beyond what my eyes could track. Fortunately my instincts were my strongest asset, so I raised the Tsumukari Muramasa to block the incoming attack. Despite flawlessly blocking, I flew tens of meters back into one of the storage crates that littered the warehouse. Chips of wood flew everywhere as I went right through the aging wood. Coming out of the other side of the crate, I was able to gain control over my body enough to land on my feet.

'He's too strong. You won't be able to beat him without backup.' Angra told me in a voice dripping with smugness.

I could hear the devils sadistic laugh echoing in every direction. Clearly he wasn't taking me seriously, so I used that to my advantage. I began running away from where I thought the devil was with a talisman in my hand. After a minute of running I placed the talisman in my hand on a seemingly random crate and kept running.

"Really, what do you hope to accomplish with all that running? You're far too weak to even conceive of walking out of here alive." The devil queried me.

I slashed where the voice had come from behind only to see the devil dodge away with a casual ease that revealed just how large the disparity in our physical capabilities was. Right now I was only sitting at High Class with all of the curses enhancing me and that was nowhere near enough to contest the devil. The difference between the classes was a hard thing to overcome and became even more so the higher one got. A skilled Low Class could defeat an unskilled Mid Class. Ultimate Class beings could take on scores of High Class beings at once and win handily. There was a reason they were called Ultimate Class. This was the ultimate power a mortal could reach.

I grit my teeth. The devil seemed to be delighted at my suffering and backed off into the darkness. I continued my run occasionally putting another talisman on another crate at seemingly random intervals. I was constantly being harassed for the amusement of the Paimon while doing so, but I knew it wouldn't be long before the devil lost interest and killed me. After an indeterminate amount of time later I ran toward the summoning circle in the middle of the warehouse again. Reaching the middle of the summoning circle I put a final talisman in the middle of the circle and bit my thumb just enough to draw blood and then placed that thumb on the talisman. A glowing array of symbols and lines appeared over the ground of the warehouse not too dissimilar to the summoning circle itself.

"Did you really think that this would be enough to save you?" The devil sneered in indignation from behind me.

I didn't respond and instead launched myself at the devil. He blocked my strike easily enough, holding his sword with one hand in a relaxed stance and went for a counter. I was able to parry the blow redirecting most of the force of it away from me. Thankfully the array I had just set up was working and the Paimon was both slower and weaker than before. Unfortunately I couldn't feed any mana into the array myself so I was stuck on a time limit. Furthermore the devil's abilities were still well within Ultimate Class even while the array was suppressing him. All I had now was a chance to win and even that chance wasn't a good one.

The devil swung at me with a smirk constantly adorning his face as even now I wasn't worth anything more than slight effort on his part. I was able to dodge out of the way of his strike thanks to my instincts and threw a talisman at the devil. The devil seemed slightly surprised at this, but took no action to dodge even as the talisman started to glow a bright green. Smoke rushed out from the talisman and filled the area. I ran around the devil to try to catch him by surprise. Suddenly a strong wind blew out from the devil and the smoke disappeared. In the middle of my swing I wasn't ready for the devil's lightning quick counter. I attempted to dodge, but as committed as I already was to my swing that wasn't going to happen.

I threw myself back as hard as I was able to, but the devil's sword cut my chest and left arm. The gash across my chest was deep, but thankfully it seemed as though nothing major had been damaged in the strike. Unfortunately I was now unable to use my left hand or rather I should have been unable to as the muscles connected to the closing of my hand were cut. A quick curse of reanimation fixed that up nicely. The muscles and skin on that hand grew a sickeningly white and black combo that looked as though it had been rotting underneath the ocean.

The devil raised his hand in the form of a finger gun. Realizing what was about to happen both intellectually and instinctually before it occurred, I immediately dodged out of the way of the magical lightning that unfortunately still clipped my side. Sent flying once again I righted myself midair and landed in a crouch once again having to use the Tsumukari Muramasa to slow down by ramming it through the ground. I looked to my right side that had been clipped by the lightning with a quick glance. My school uniform had been completely vaporized and the skin had turned a charcoal black. I could no longer feel my right side anymore outside of the phantom pains being induced by the Tsumukari Muramasa. I sent another curse of reanimation to that side as well because I couldn't use it anymore.

I could hear the grinding of my teeth in both frustration and excitement. I didn't have much longer with the array and if I used much more curses on my body then it might give out on me. I didn't have a choice. This had to be finished now. I ran toward my opponent with the Tsumukari Muramasa held at the ready. I could see the devil's contemptuous smile and his unending arrogance written all across his face. I couldn't win this fight no matter what I did. He was too strong and skilled even with the array suppressing him. Yet despite this fact, despite the unfairness of that reality, despite the extreme pain my entire body was wracked with. I knew my face contorted in a psychotic smile. I wanted to win. With an almost inhuman roar I charged with everything I had.

I was halfway toward my arrogant opponent when it happened. One second he was standing there daring me to fight him and the next he was a splatter of blood against the wall. There was no displacement, no indication of what had just happened, just death. Something had happened so fast that even my finely honed instincts couldn't keep up.

"You alright?" Finley Alessa asked me, suddenly appearing right next to me.

I croaked, unable to come up with a response in words. How had she come here? Wasn't she investigating a site halfway across the country? Such thoughts filled my head until I looked at the red stain that was once the Paimon. I was able to defend against Ultimate Class beings despite my weakness but the Canadian king had just moved so fast that I had been unable to even detect her until it was already too late. I wanted to say something. What I didn't know, but it was at this time that Angra had decided I didn't need the curses anymore so he cut me off.

Blackness filled my vision as I fell into slumber. The last thing I could hear was Alessa's surprise at this and her arms holding me up.


'You should take backup.' Angra Mainyu told me as we were about to leave for the warehouse closest to UA that had been marked as a possible ritual site. Alessa and Abaddon were both hitting different sites as there were quite a few that needed to be checked. Since both were stronger than me and thus faster they took the ones that were further away.

'No, they don't need to be involved. They're just kids.' I responded, making sure everything was ready.

'And so are you. What's your point?' Angra replied testily.

'No I'm not. You know this. Besides, they don't deserve to die if Mithra really gets called.' I responded curtly.

'And you do?' Angra asked in a more dour than usual tone.

I didn't respond and after finishing checking that all of the talismans I had were good I started my run to the warehouse.

This was my responsibility. If I had to die then well, I had already done so once before.


A/N: And he's back! Sorry about the long break. When I started this story I was in between jobs. Unfortunately the new job I got was the first time I was working on night shift so it took me a while to get used to it. I will try to get back to more consistent updates but I make no promises.

Anyway in this chapter we get to see more of Izuku's mindset. When I started this story I wanted to go for mob boss Izuku but as the story went on I think I really ended up with Campione Shirou Emiya.

Next chapter: Consequences

Till next time signing out.

Beta's Note: It was fun to do this again for Wolf. I myself have been trying to get back into writing myself. So hopefully I'll have something done soon myself. Well this was fun. -Fighingdragon