Here is this again. This bad excuse of a fic.
If you're still reading this, then I guess I should thank you, and tell you to leave reviews so you can either criticize this or whatever. Somehow, most comments have either drawn comparisons of Yun to an Ork from Warhammer 40k or encouraged me to keep doing stuff like this.
And here it is… Another chapter…
Edit: I made a lot of typos. Probably because of the vaccine shot I got two days ago. Really made my left arm sore.
Enjoy!
-SpiritOfErebus
Jirou was very confused.
It wasn't about the heroic philosophy class that she was currently in. She knew why she wanted to be a hero, but it was during this class discussion period that she could hear somebody constantly lying.
Somebody's heart rate kept imperceptibly spiking and lowering.
She could understand lying when the teacher asked everybody whether they had done the two hundred page reading that was assigned. She didn't understand lying now.
Her eyes narrowed, and as Yaoyorozu talked about something like bringing honor to the family and doing the right thing, her earphone jacks discretely pulled back up from where they were dangling in front of her shoulder and snaked to somewhere behind her neck.
Somebody definitely was lying. But looking at the earnest expressions on everybody's face, she didn't understand why... or how.
But her quirk never made mistakes on matters like these. It was literally her schtick.
Needless to say, she would be keeping an eye on her classmates.
…
My hair had turned a shade lighter.
This normally would be a change that I didn't' notice at all, but when my flabby stomach suddenly disappeared, and a foreign six pack showed itself, I knew something was up.
I got out of bed more energetically than I did most of the time, which was confusing. I had gone to sleep cram studying runic symbols for today's horrifying battle training.
On a side note, I had filled out a form request for a costume a couple of days back, and I just drew what the voices in my head told me to draw. (I'm sounding more and more like an insane asylum escapee). My brother read the expectations of the people running in my head and I filled out the form like they wanted me to.
(If it wasn't clear, I had accepted that there was no getting out of the hero course. If that stunt didn't get me expelled, I don't know what would.)
I ended up with a white robe and a staff, blue and baggy pants, and a hat. The voices had also requested chalk and temple charms, so I noted chalk down in the requests and went out to print some temple charms out. Nobody would know the difference, and my quirk would probably turn them into the genuine article.
I put on the uniform and watched as my hands auto piloted to arrange them in the fashion that I did it yesterday. I watched as I skipped in an upbeat manner down the hallway to the stairs, got my bike, and began biking to the nearest train station. I spectatod as I waved hello to my fellow students, proudly holding myself high as a UA student.
The train ride was cramped, hot, sweaty, and miserable, and I was wedged up to a guy with cactus spines on his arms. I didn't complain, being the heroic student I was, and just slowly picked them out on my way out of the train station.
All the while, the screens that lined the hallway on the metro said that apparently a meteorite had been spotted flying out of Japan three weeks ago and into Seoul's (Korea's capital city) countryside. It turns out that the projectile was an arrow made of materials similar to a softball.
After digesting that particularly confusing piece of information, I walked out of the subway station and arrived at the beacon of greenery that was UA compared to the dreary buildings besides it.
My hands flew across my uniform to adjust its appearance, moving in ways I didn't know I knew, and then I was there at the gates.
It took about twenty minutes to get there, and I walked up to the classroom just as somebody said "Tenshin-san should be about here now."
It was funny how that worked out. What a coincidence, huh?
It was then that I awoke. I stopped spectating and took over the strings from the voices. The tugs on my metaphorical puppet strings to fix my hair, set my backpack on the side of the chair, and stop sitting with one leg over the other lessened, but I stopped myself and ignored those suggestions.
Swiping a hand over my hair and mentally kicking myself for it, I addressed the other students in the room. I was five minutes early, so Iida-san, Yaoyorozu-san, and some others were here as well. Ashido Mina chose this moment to barge into the classroom, panting and looking up at the analogue clock above the blackboard.
"Still… on… time!" She said, gasping for breath.
I waved robotically. The other girls went up and began socializing, and I mentally recited my runes while pretended to be reading a textbook.
I nodded at Tokoyami as he came into the room, with about two minutes to spare. I took out the stacks of temple charms. They had become something like parchment, the paper almost luminescent and see through. Midoriya chose this very protagonist-like moment to come in, when most of the side characters were already in place, and then… for the first time in two weeks… initiated conversation.
"A-ah! Tenshin-san!"
"Hey there, Midoriya-san. How was your morning?"
"I hope that the darkness of the night has not yet let you astray." Tokoyami added, his jet black eyes zoning in on Midoriya's shifty green ones.
"E-er yeah. So uh… what are you holding? Is it related to your quirk? I've always been interested in quirks and yours seemed so interesting and I just really want to understand it and-"
"Shut the fuck up, Deku!" a predictable voice shouted, kicking open the classroom door and walking in, schoolbag over his shoulder and feet angled outwards like he owned the place. "Nobody gives a shit!"
Being the outstanding hero I was, I obviously couldn't condone the language or bullying, but my self -reservation instincts reigned me in.
I just continued talking to Midoriya as Bakugo loudly dropped his bag besides his seat and stared out of the window like the self righteous bastard he was.
"These are charms from a temple. Of course, no temple would give me that many, so I had to make most of these myself."
Midoriya flipped through the stack of suddenly not mass produced charms. I could feel his expectations growing, and suddenly my energy quota for my quirk dipped a bit.
He had found a glowing charm.
"What is this mysterious construct, to be so surrounded by the mystical elements…" Tokoyami said, bird eyes wide and beak slightly agape.
I picked that one out, and sighed. "Sorry. I misplaced this experiment. I probably shouldn't have brought this one though…"
"Why?" Midoriya asked, already reaching for a notebook.
"That one was an attempt to punch a hole into reality." I said, my mind trying to make up some garbage.
"So you're saying that your quirk has the potential to puncture dimensions? That's so cool!" Midoriya said, snatching up a pen.
"No no no no ! I said, waving my hands frantically." If my quirk was too powerful, then there would be way too many expectations flying around. "It doesn't actually work. I tried to make a localized version of the Moonlit Gap, create four copies of it, and then make a square. That would create the bounds of the field in which I would create a more powerful version of the gap. Hopefully, this configuration would allow me to see into the Moonlit Gap itself."
Midoriya crossed something off of his notebook, and I sighed in relief.
"Why would you want to see into the Moonlit Gap? And what is it, anyways?"
Oh god damn it. I was sweating now.
What should I say… what should I say…
Midoriya looked at my slightly scrunched up impression, and probably guessed that I was thinking.
That's right! By being intentionally vague and saying that even I didn't understand it, I could avoid more questions in the first place.
"The Moonlit Gap is where the source of my quirk draws from. I know what it does… but not what it is. Or where it is. The shadows I pull or the flames that I make have to come from somewhere, right? So that's what I've been trying to find out."
"What's your best theory?"
"It's psychic energy. By myself, I am no mean enhanced. So what I think is that my quirk draws power from people, like the belief system." I said, throwing some term that I read on a quirk forum once.
"The belief system?" Midoriya said, confused.
"It's nothing any non-mythology enthusiast would know." I said,
"The belief system is a sort of term for psychic quirks that draw on the beliefs of the masses." Tokoyami continued, filling in knowledge that I totally had. "It's able to manifest psychic energy into physical forms like fire or ice because people lend belief to the concept itself, and that by itself provides a tank of energy for these people to utilize. It's also a system that people and religion professors theorize how the gods exist, since quirks have proven that psychic energy does indeed exist."
"Fascinating." Midoriya muttered and scribbled. "And psychic quirks exist because of this theoretical belief system?"
"Copy quirks do this in conjunction with projection quirks like mine." Tokoyami said, nodding. "We all drain energy from the belief system."
Dark shadow chose this moment to emerge. It was uncomfortably close to my face.
"Well, I don't know anything for sure. All I know is that I exist! But this belief system sounds kind of like stuff that people just make up to prove things that science can't." the shadow proclaimed in a raucous voice.
"Your ignorance as a sentient construct is astounding." Tokoyami said disapprovingly. "I thought that, being the same beings of darkness linked with our contract, we could at least agree on something on as large a scale as this."
As Dark Shadow and Tokoyami bickered, the bell rang, and class was signaled to begin. Midoriya gave me a smile and a nod, gave Tokoyami a hesitant wave, and then retreated back to his seat as the hunched figure of Aizawa sensei walked in, complete with ragged black uniform, trailing scarf, and bags under his eyes.
"Did you all bring your battle training permission forms?" Aizawa droned, his grey eyes scanning the room and making all of us shiver.
There was a forest of nods.
"Good. Battle training is right after lunch. You'll go to English class as normal, but after that and lunch, you'll go to the support classrooms to get your costumes, get dressed in your hero costumes, and report to simulation grounds."
There was a forest of nods again.
"You kids do what you want. Just don't break down the building. I'll be going back to sleep." Aizawa muttered. "Patrol was such a…"
His voice trailed away as he left the room, door slowly sliding shut after him.
"Wait, English class?" Kaminari shouted. "There's a quiz today, isn't there?"
His eyes scanned the room desperately.
Jirou smirked, and said something snarky.
"I should probably review for the test. Want to study together?" I offered Shoji, who was sitting next to me. Although he remained still throughout the sudden declaration of the English quiz, I saw his eyes widen slightly.
His mask couldn't fool me.
"Sure." A tentacle mouth whispered in my ear. I slid my desk over, and then we began quizzing each other on the subjunctive tense (whatever that was). Still, I was getting most of the questions right somehow.
It was probably my quirk force feeding me the answers again. By acting studious, I had the expectations of everybody that I would at least do decently on academics.
This was one of the rare moments that I actually appreciated the controlling god that my quirk was, as I found myself correcting Shoji's mistake before I even realized what he got wrong myself.
It was the ultimate snowball effect. Even a small action that was noticed and interpreted by others.
English classes' quiz came and went, with me answering the vocab questions that I was somewhat familiar with and my quirk taking care of the questions I really shouldn't know, due to the fact that I didn't actually study the grammar.
For one question, I thought I knew the answer to one of the questions, only for my quirk to point out that another choice was actually correct. I selected my answer choice anyways.
I developed a headache.
…
Then, it was lunch, and I gravitated towards my favorite, fried tofu, only for some part of me to begin craving katsudon.
I got the fried tofu and rice anyways.
My headache got worse.
…
"I am… here!"
A voice that virtually everybody recognized in Japan rang out in the classroom. Like the altruistic, idealistic idiots we were, we all smiled at the sight of All Might.
"Coming through the door…. Like a hero!"
Everybody was fanboying/fangirling over All might, and I just nodded and muttered stuff like "he's so cool!".
I admired All Might, but for a different reason. To be able to keep up with the expectations of so many to save the day, and never fail? Without a quirk like mine that literally forced me to do whatever other people thought I would do?
That was impressive, and that took serious dedication.
"Welcome to the most important class in UA High! Think of it as Heroing 101!"
We all knew what it was, but we waited in anticipation anyways.
"Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro… and what it means to fight in the name of Justice!"
All Might was posing like a heroic Jojo character now, muscles bulging in his red and blue costume.
"Let's get into it! Today's lesson…"All might gestured dramatically… "Is Battle training!"
A card was heroically raised into the air, and the class went wild.
"But one of the key points of being a hero is… Looking good! Here are your costumes! There were designed for you based on your quirk and the request you sent in! Now… change into them, and report to the hero training grounds number two!"
…
I grabbed the pack with my student number on it (number ten), and then saw the gnarled metal staff that came with it as another attatchemnt. My classmates looked at it apprehensively, and I held onto the cool, black metal. It was lighter than it looked, and probably hollow on the inside.
"Did you go for the wizard theme in your costume?" Kaminari said, looking over the white robe that tumbled out of my bag and the staff in my hands.
"Yeah." I said, taking off my shirt and shrugging the robes on. The costume felt more like a loose pancho, and it did do its job. I genuinely felt like I walked out of a fantasy novel. "I still feel like I kind of copied Fate/ Grand Order a little too much."
"You play that game too, right?" A voice said. I looked down, and saw the shortest member of all of our class looking up at me in that… abomination of a costume.
"Mhm. I'm trying to beat Solomon, but he keeps nuking my frontliners." I said, sinking into gamer talk.
"Just have a level 1 Benkei skill seal him." Mineta said, adjusting his… diaper? "He's the cheapest early game skill seal servant."
"What singularity are you on?" I said, adjusting the large, black leather boots that came with my costume.
"I'm on Lostbelt 5." Mineta said, smirking. "What servants you got, by the way?"
"It's not like I'm a whale, so I only really have an Np1 Ishtar and some other four stars, but-"
"You have an Ishtar?" Mineta said, salivating. "Can I add you? What level and skill ranks is she at?"
"Well, she's level 90 and 9/9/10 because she's my only five star, but-"
"Friend code. Now." He said fervently. "I see so many Gilgameshes on my support list and none of my waifus! Do you know how frustrating that is?"
"I don't have it memorized." I said, alarmed at the sudden turn that the conversation took.
"Well, It's nice to see that another student shares the same… tastes… as I do." He said, eyes glinting sinisterly. "All of those costumes…Nero's Olympia costume.. Ushiwakamaru's skin… fuhuhuhu…"
My stomach sank in realization. Mineta was a pervert, wasn't he?
"I play the game for the plot, my dude!" I said. "Also, it's great to see some people's interpretation of mythology! Not for those… reasons."
Mineta looked around, and saw that everybody was already drifting out of the changing room, complimenting each other's costumes. We were left alone because of our rather intense gamer talk.
"Now that nobody's around… you don't have to hide it anymore. And you know of the treasure that lies on the other side of this wall…"
"We have to get to the training grounds, or we'll be late!" I shouted loudly, fast-stepping towards the door. "I have to carry this staff all the way there, so I have to start moving!"
"But wait!" Mineta shouted. "Come, join me in my quest to achieve nirvana and catch a glimpse of-"
I slammed the door shut behind me, and Mineta's muffled yells were ignored as I sped up to catch up to Shoji and Koda.
"… I heard that." Shoji said, his eyes curved upwards in a typical anime eye smile.
My face burned red, despite my quirk trying to restrain my emotions. "That was just… Mineta's aspirations. I had and will have no hand in whatever he does."
We walked in silence for a bit, Shoji's heavy footsteps coupled with the tink of metal on floor made us quite the noisy duo.
…
At last, trekking through most of the hallways of UA to go to the other side of the campus, we arrived while hearing the echoes of Mineta whimpering and other sounds of violence echoing through the halls.
Mineta's suit had probably covered up most of the bruises, and he looked at me with an expression of betrayal. I decided to ignore it and just look at all of the other hero costumes that people came up with.
Iida had gone with a full suit of armor, which didn't make sense at all, considering the fact that he was supposed to be as fast as possible. The abomination that Yaoyorozu came up with… no comment.
I averted my eyes and chose to look at Midoriya's obviously homemade mask. It had a nice, homely touch to it, but it reminded me more of a halloween prop more than anything.
The designs that everybody had were amazing, and somehow used a lot of spandex-like material.
Thankfully, I had listed my costume requirements specifically as baggy. That meant a lot of pockets that I could hide props in. Taking out some white chalk from a bag that the service company gave me to keep it in, I began tracing some random symbols of vaguely Nordic origin onto my staff. Meanwhile, Midoriya was acting all embarrassed over Uraraka's costume. I could understand his circumstances, and so I distracted myself further with the task at hand.
"Already beginning preparations?" Tokoyami's voice sounded in my ear. I looked at his monotone figure, his body now hidden under a dark cloak. I could see Dark Shadow's yellow eyes peeking out of his shadow, gazing around at everybody too.
"I'm just making a conduit for the Moonlip Gap's power." I said, pulling some terms from a DND match I had watched on Youtube once.
He nodded. I inwardly sighed in relief.
"I said that the clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, for you are now officially heroes in training!"
"Now that you're all dressed up, you look so… cool!"All might said, accompanying the encouragement with another flex. If this were coming from a middle aged man in dirty glasses and a white shirt, it would sound pretty creepy, but from the number one hero, it was a compliment, simple as that.
"Shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?"
There was general excitement, before Iida raised his arm in a manner that really fit his costume's theme, and asked a question.
"Sir, this is the fake city from our entrance exam, correct? Does this indicate that we shall be conducting urban battles again?"
"Not quite..." All Might … heroically... pointed his finger at Iida. Honestly, I had no good adjectives for this titan of a hero. Despite obviously putting up a front with his over the top dramatic act, he was doing it so well that even I was convinced. Since no sane man would proclaim that they opened doors like a hero, it was obviously to get us used to being called heroes, and therefore, impose the expected restrictions and actions upon us.
"I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly of villains occur indoors."
All might viewed our silence as a cue to continue his lecture.
"Think about it. Backdoor deals. Home invasions and underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows."
"So these are the characteristics of the darkness we have to combat. How truly insightful" Tokoyami muttered.
I nodded, but then motioned towards All Might with my head. Tokoyami lowered his head slightly, presumably embarrassed that he wasn't paying that much attention, and then redirected his attention to All Might.
"Now, for this training exercise, you will be split into two teams: The heroes and the villains! Then, you will commence two on two battles.
"Isn't this a little advanced?" Tsuyu, a girl in a green suit that I haven't interacted with much… croaked?
"Sir, will you be the one who decides who wins?"
"How much can we hurt them?" Bakugo said. Because of course Bakugo, of all people, would say that.
"Do we need to worry about getting expelled like with Aizawa Sensei's exercise?" Uraraka said, hands clasped together in worry.
"Will we be split based on chance or comparative skill?" Iida asked again.
"Is this not crazy?" Aoyama said, sparkles coming off of his awfully glittery cape.
Seriously, there was a limit to acting flamboyant, and Aoyama probably was past that by several eons.
"I wasn't done talking." All Might said, for once acting less than happy and pinching his forehead. Then, he took out… a tiny note?
"A script?" somebody muttered.
It was hilarious to watch the number one hero have to recite simple lesson plans off of a script. I kept that to myself, though, and continued with my stoic expression.
"This situation is this. The villains will have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to fil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Is that clear?"
"So it's like an action movie setup." Kirishima mused. "Hell yeah! I'm all pumped up for this!"
"Now, let us draw lots to decide who your partners are…" All Might said, taking out a yellow box from nowhere.
After a few seconds of pairs being chosen, my name was already called.
"Yohaku Tenshin and… Bakugo Katsuki."
I was instantly glared at by said blonde, and I began sweating down the back of my robes.
Tokoyami patted me on the shoulder. "My friend, I wish you good luck in these dark, dark times. May you overcome this trial."
Then, he edged away as the real nuclear missile in this exercise stomped up to me.
I sighed. This was my life now.
…
… (Omake: Yohaku Tenshin: Ork Extraordinaire)…
You all did this to me! You made the comparison! Now I have to write it!
…
"Your son… is a lichen." The nurse said, looking at the green blob in her arms. "And you said your family had generations of copy quirks and no mutation quirks?"
Said mother nodded in mute shock.
"Well, congratulations! Your son is healthy… other than being a plant."
"Waagh!" The baby shouted. "Waagh!"
A yellow cloud of spores leaked out of his mouth.
…
"And a recent infestation of unidentified children stealing from mechanic shops has…"
The news played as the child known as Yohaku Tenshin began assembling something out of forks, an alarm clock, and what was created was… something of an insult to mechanics around the world.
Still, the alarm clock tank worked. It shot out metal pellets that drove his parents mad by puncturing drywall and shattering plates, and apparently it was painted red because "Da red wunz go fasta!".
The wreckage that it caused was then scavenged by the toddler and made into more ammo.
After the device was finally captured and confiscated, it was put on top of a cabinet, presumably out of reach. His brother had been hiding in his room, holding a cross, and muttering about an apocalypse, the world ending, and… mushrooms?
But for an Orc… nothing was out of reach. The tank on the cabinet would be retrieved. And this was just the beginning of the sheer insanity that would be brought upon the nation of Japan.
The green tide was coming, and it would all start … with Yohaku Tenshin.
AN: Well, that was that idea out of the way. I'm sorry for splitting the battle training chapter but this is already dragging on for 4k words and I'm just too tired…
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