11.08.2020
Hello you wonderful people it's me, the guy whose name you don't know, I think. Wait, have I introduced myself already or nah? Ah, screw it. Let me, instead, introduce you to the people that make writing more than worth it!
RandomReader867 - When I read your comment I couldn't help myself and searched 'Ricardo Milos makes pizza' in YouTube, shit makes me fkn laugh ;D So thanks for the comment and the indirect laughs
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GunBlade2020 - I decided that it's the right time to cram in some humor before we move onto some heavier stuff. Thanks for the comment!
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CarEnthusiast - Well, yes. His body will give out, but more about that after the chapter ;D And yes, Momo is becoming more and more attracted to our Augmented Hero and the next chapter or the one after that will feature some alcohol and fluff, so... stay tuned! ;D
And now, the chapter!
"Has anyone seen Midoriya?", asked Ashido as she walked into the common room, where the main cast for their play was helping each other perfect their roles.
"Last time I saw him, he was with Kyoka hauling some speakers and helping set them up", Yaoyorozu said as she looked up from her script.
"Damn, he promised to help me set up the heavy props", Mina sighed and plopped down onto the couch. "Might as well wait for him here", she mused and started flipping through different channels on the TV.
"Having Midoriya as a classmate sure sounds greats…", Setsuna spoke up while laying on the couch on her back and trying to focus on the script that she has already gone over like three times. "Itsuka, we need to get ourselves a Midoriya", she whined and sat up. "Image how much easier our lives could be!"
"Oh no you don't, Midoriya is ours, right Momo?!"
"Um, y-yeah", the raven haired girl replied without much enthusiasm.
"Why so tame?", the pinkette asked with a curious expression.
"I just feel like he is overworking himself again. Just like he did before the Sports Festival", Momo admitted and put down her script completely.
"He does seem to work quite hard, was he always like that?", Tokage inquired, deciding that gossip was much, much more entertaining than practicing her role that she got - in her opinion - already perfected.
"Pretty much, yeah. I guess I really should've just asked Kirishima to help me", Mina answered.
"Actually, why haven't you asked Kirishima? Isn't he like in your group?", Kendo questioned as she too decided to join the conversation.
"He is doing some woodworking for a few props for the last scenes"
"That explains it"
"Let's just hope that Midoriya knows what he is doing and that it won't impact his performance tomorrow", Tenya cut in and the cast decided to go back to their practice, much to Tokage's dismay.
"Oi Jacks, you nervous?", Bakugo asked as he eyed their lead singer.
"Are you not?", she retorted immediately.
"Why should I be? We are going to kill it Jacks, right Sharpy?", he turned to his rival that was doing some last minute changes to his guitar.
"Hell yeah you overgrown Boomstick", Kamakiri answered with a grin that was quickly mirrored by the blonde.
"Why do I feel weirdly motivated?", Jiro thought to herself, but decided to drop the subject, she had a show to kill after all!
The band played an energetic song to get everyone hyped up, before they switched to a more mellow melody right as the story was about to start.
In a Kingdom far, far away, there was a beautiful Princess, whose kindness knew no bounds. Her favorite way of keeping herself busy was walking around the Capital and chatting with the locals. Her smile was said to brighten even the moodiest of days and her kind words brought comfort even to those heavily distraught.
She was quite possibly even more liked than her father, who always thought about his people first. Everyone knew that the Princess would bring around an age of prosperity in the future, due to her personality and selflessness.
Not everybody liked that however. A lone Wizard in the frozen north preached that the country needed a king who would unite the whole continent under one banner. That's why he decided to curse the Princess and lock away her emotions, to force the King into obeying him.
Without her optimism, the King became deeply depressed and gloomy, and the country suffered for it. The Princess stopped leaving the castle and opted to stay in her room most of the time.
An emergency council finally decided to force the King to take action and take action he did. Mages and wizards from the continent traveled to the Capital to try and lift the curse, motivated by the unspeakable riches that the King offered as payment. Many jesters and comedians also arrived in the city and did their best to get the prize, but none succeeded.
The King, having lost all hope, was ready to give up, until a loud thunder shook his castle. He looked out the window only to see a completely clear sky. A few moments later, another thunder shook the heavy building, the sound reverberating in the throne room. And then another, and another. They struck almost as if some God was stomping angrily in heavens.
One of his trusted guards burst into the room.
"Your Majesty! They're here", he managed to convey before the King could hear a faint sound of metal clicking against the floor tiles.
Moments later, a Knight clad in black armor entered the room alongside a Sorceress in a black dress. Even though she just entered the room, a faint smell of lilac and gooseberries was clearly noticeable.
"Thank you for coming here on such a short notice, both of you", the King welcomed his guests as they walked up to the throne.
"Your Majesty", the Knight kneeled in front of his king, his head hung low and facing the expensive, blue carpet.
"Good day to you, my king", the woman bowed curtly and stood straight, dignity and pride almost emanating off of her.
"As you probably know, a terrible curse has been cast upon my daughter and I want you two to lift it", the King stated simply.
"That may not be as easy as it sounds", the Sorceress started, but was silenced before she could say whatever it was she wanted to.
"I do know that what I demand of your right now is almost impossible to accomplish, but you are my- no, this Kingdom's last hope! That's also why I decided to call upon both of you, rather than just you, Sorceress", the King explained and the woman gained a curious expression.
"Report, my loyal Knight", the glass wearing man ordered and his soldier obeyed, standing up - towering over the woman next to him - and saluting.
"I have investigated a rumor in one of the remote regions of the Kingdom and managed to pinpoint the likely location that the Lizardman Oracle should appear this moon"
"Just as I expected of you", the King smiled and then turned back to the woman. "Do you understand now why I need you to cooperate?"
"He knows where to find the Oracle, but only I could be able to talk to her?", the Sorceress answered and the King nodded in confirmation. "I can just teleport to the Oracle with the Princess and lift the curse myself"
"You can't", the Knight interjected quickly.
"Why not?"
"The Warpgate Network became destabilised with the inauguration of the new Lizard Oracle. Thanks to her rebalancing them as she traveled, I was able to create a map and track her to the Old Ruins in the west", the Knight explained and the expression on Sorceress' face turned thoughtful.
"That does complicate our plans", she mused and didn't say anything else for a few moments. "If we are to get there on time, we need to leave tomorrow, early in the morning", she stated and the Knight merely nodded his head in support of her estimation.
"Very well, I will prepare you horses, supplies and special commendation letters that will allow you to skip most of the checkpoints in your way. Anything else you need me to arrange?", he asked, but both the Knight and the Sorceress shook their heads. "I'm leaving my daughter in your hands then, please let the Gods protect you on this adventure"
Their goal was clear, but the path proved to be far, far more challenging than they anticipated.
"A man leaves his job for a month and all those pests crawl out again…", the Knight muttered as another bandit fell before him. "You are not worthy of facing the Artifact!", he yelled and rushed his remaining enemies.
"Shit, I thought you said he retired or something!", one of the thugs shouted as he dropped his rapier and buckler and tried to run. Tried being the keyword as he was incinerated by a torrent of flames.
"Cowards!", shouted the tallest bandit, clearly their leader, judging by his gear being far superior than that of his minions. "Fine, I'll do it myself!", he unsheathed the sword he carried on his back. "Ignite, Brimstone!", the blade was engulfed by flames in seconds and a manic grin appeared on the bandit's face.
"How dare you lay your hand on the Artifact?", the Knight started radiating a menacing aura that made even the Sorceress take a step back from him. "I'll show you how unworthy you are of wielding that blade!", the armor clad man shouted. He stabbed his bastard sword into the ground and unsheathed his enchanted claymore in one swift motion. "Crackle, Thunderer!", yellow lightning appeared around the blade and then covered the Knight completely.
If the thug knew how screwed he was, he never showed it. The brute rushed his opponent and opened with a wide vertical slash. The Knight spun in a full circle - a feat that should be impossible while wielding such a heavy and bulky weapon - and perfectly deflected the slash. He let his momentum carry him into a second spin, during which he repositioned his sword and aimed for the head.
The fight was over once the sparkling blade made contact with the man's neck.
"I guess you really were just a meathead…", the Knight murmured. The thug was so muscular and bulky overal that even the Artifact wasn't able to decapitate him. The blade managed to cut half his neck before becoming stuck.
It didn't matter however. The damage was enough to kill the man on the spot, Brimstone's flames going out, like the candle that symbolised the thug's life.
After the fight, the Knight retrieved the Brimstone and wrapped it in cloth, before placing it on his back, just below the Thunderer.
Just as he was getting ready to continue their journey, he was approached by the Sorceress and the Princess. "That's like a third group of bandits that we've run into since leaving the Capital and that was like two days ago!", the woman stated, while the King's daughter trotted quietly behind her.
"I don't like this", the Knight said and stood up. "No ordinary bandit should be able to get his dirty hands on an Artifact. Additionally, Brimstone should be locked up in some forgotten sanctuary in the north", he explained and looked at his female companion.
"You think that HE knows about our mission?", she asked with concern.
"I'm sure he knows, he has informants in the Capital after all…", the Knight commented as if what he said was obvious.
"Are you sure? Why didn't you-"
"Do something about it? I want to draw him out. If he gets desperate then there's a slim chance he might decide to come after us himself and then I'll end him", he stated with determination and probably a very serious expression, though his face was still covered by the helmet.
"Why do you want his death so much?", the Sorceress inquired, but the Knight completely ignored her.
"Let's get going, or we will miss our chance at meeting the Oracle", he said and continued towards their destination.
"Shame our horses ran off in this mess…", the black haired woman thought out loud and followed her companion.
The Old Ruins looked exactly like they were described in the books that the Sorceress read before their departure. The once prosperous city was abandoned ages ago, after a mysterious plague decimated the populace within a week. Later, it suffered in an invasion from the nearby Chiefdom and was declared as a lost cause.
"I wonder what this city looked like in its prime", the Sorceress wondered out loud.
"It was richer than our Capital, that's for sure", the Knight commented.
"How do you know that?"
"Let's say that you can learn a lot from an Oracle", he answered mysteriously and continued forward, which was easier said than done, since almost every street was covered in debris.
"Wait, you've met an Oracle already?!", the woman exclaimed in shock and lost her footing, which sent her barreling towards the ground.
She was prepared for the rough landing, but it never came. She slowly opened her eyes and was met face to helmet with her savior.
"Watch your footing, wouldn't want for you to twist your ankle or something", he warned her and set her upright before pressing forward. "And to answer your question, yes I've already met an Oracle or three"
"T-T-Three?! But, each one lives for over a hundred years!", the Sorceress was at a loss. How could a man live for nearly four centuries? It should be impossible! She wanted to question him further, but he vanished inside what must've been a library once.
She pursued him and entered the great hall herself, Princess close behind her. The two paused as soon as they stepped inside, mesmerized by the overgrown interior that still retained most of its former glory. The books were almost untouched and the numerous vines added to the beauty.
After a few moments they heard a quiet humming sound and noticed the Knight already heading towards it.
The trio rounded a corner and spotted a lone figure standing in the middle of the room, reading a book. A part of the roof has collapsed ages ago and let in a single ray of sunshine that illuminated the person and made them look surreal.
"It seems that the Wards I placed weren't lying…", the female spoke as she closed her book with a loud clap and turned towards the Knight's group. "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting the famous Sorceress, this Kingdom's Princess and the Undead Sentinel?", she was covered in vivid, purple scales that made her green eyes and hair seem less unusual.
"Undead Sentinel…?", the Sorceress thought to herself as she eyed the Knight in front of her. "What are you?"
"You know very well what brings us here", the man stated as he approached the Oracle far too casually. "You wouldn't wait for us if you didn't know we were coming. And you wouldn't wait if it wasn't destined for our mission to succeed"
"Wait for us? We were late?!", the woman was slowly getting annoyed at being surprised at every turn.
The Knight nodded, though he didn't turn around to face her. "The Warpgate in these ruins was restabilised about two days ago, am I right?"
"Unfortunately yes. Man, my predecessors were right, you are no fun", the Oracle pouted, which the Sorceress thought didn't fit someone of her status one bit. "I guess I will get straight to the point then", she stated and walked deeper into the room, her three 'guests' following behind her. "Ever heard of the Wishing Night?"
"The old solstice ritual?", the black haired woman stepped in as the conversation switched onto her expertise.
"The one with magic and stuff"
"Magic is involved in every ritual!"
"The ritual cleaning of one's weapon isn't", the Knight provided as he stood off to the side, giving the two women space.
"See, he gets it"
"I've been around your kind for so long, that I've gotten used to your seemingly senseless logic", he answered and sighed. "Tell us more about the Wishing Night"
"It's an old solstice ritual that can be performed only by the most skilled of mages. Very similar to the one that made you into what you are now", the Oracle started explaining, but the other woman interrupted her.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Remove your helmet", she called out to the Knight, who obeyed hesitantly.
"Impossible…", the Sorceress uttered as the black helmet was slowly removed and revealed the whiteness of a skull. The realization hit her like a high level spell - the Knight was an Undead. Or became one. From what she knew, and she knew a lot, Skeletons' eyes were like two mirrors into the gaping abyss, while the Knight's looked more twin, viridian flames dancing on the surface of a lake in the night. "How could something like this happen…?", the black haired woman wondered out loud and the Oracle was happy to answer.
"Once upon a time, there was a very talented, young wizard in this Kingdom…", she started her tale.
He learned the basics of spellcasting before his eighth birthday. His mother was an aristocrat and his father, a high ranking military commander. This allowed him to easily get into the best academy in the country. He crushed every test thrown his way and was always the best. His teachers fueled his thirst for knowledge and ego.
This in turn made him ambitious and zealous. However, it was only a matter of time before he got bored with traditional magic.
"Being the best is annoying. Why do I have to even graduate this stupid academy?", the boy complained to his loyal bodyguard and only friend.
"They just can't grasp the superiority of your bright mind", the older teen answered with a polite smile.
"Let's go to the library, maybe I'll be able to find something remotely entertaining to read there"
And find he did.
Due to an unfortunate mistake, a Forbidden Tome was misplaced and put along the history books. The ambitious boy found the book and quickly became infatuated with the Dark Rituals that were described there.
The academy found out about his fascination when he was caught in the middle of performing a Sacrificial Ritual. He was quickly expelled and his family disowned him. Only his bodyguard stood by his side in his darkest hour.
"Those ignorant fools…", he whispered as they left the town. "I'll show them one day…"
"I have no doubt about that. This humiliation cries out to God for punishment!", his friend provided, but the Ambitious Wizard only shook his head and took the Forbidden Tome out of his pouch.
"Not to God, but to the Devil…", he corrected with a wicked smile, the first spark of madness in his eyes.
It quickly escalated from there. The pair traveled the Kingdom in disguise and collected other Forbidden Tomes in search of vengeance. They finally found a ritual that suited their needs.
"'Nurgle's Rite of Decimation', sounds horribly… I like it", the Ambitious Wizard stated and his loyal bodyguard agreed.
The ritual took a whole week to perform, but the plague it brought devastated their homecity. But it had a cost. A slower, but more painful plague was brought upon the Wizard and his companion.
"But there are so many more wonderful spells I have to figure out!", the now teenager cried out in despair. "Damn it all to Hell!", he shouted and threw all of his Tomes off the table in a fit of rage.
Fate would have it that his newest Necromancy Tome opened itself and showed him a solution to his predicament.
"Immortality…", he whispered with childish amazement.
He prepared the ritual, collected the Artifacts and enough sacrificial lambs to perform tens of lesser Dark Rituals. He perfected it… But made a mistake.
"Let the Gods and Devils, Heaven and Hell have no control over thee. Bend the fate to your whims and grab the reality", he was reciting, his bodyguard standing proudly next to him. "What was, is and will be awaits you as the time stops and never looks your way"
All these preparations…
"The Dark Lady"
Only for the Wizard's voice...
"Bestow me with your blessing"
To give out at the wrong time…
"Grant me immortality Grim Reape-!"
A Rite unread goes out of control, same goes for the Dark Arts. He was granted the immortality he sought, but was terribly scarred and wounded in the explosion of Corrupt Magic, leaving him in an almost comatose state.
His bodyguard however… He never wanted to become immortal. He wanted to serve his master and do it for as long as he could, but he wanted death to one day come for him, in his sleep preferably, and take him to Heaven or Hell, whichever was destined for him.
Fate decided to show its twisted nature and make him immortal too.
"Actually", the Oracle paused at the end of the story, "immortal is not the right word. He became an Undead", she made another pause for the Sorceress to get a hold of all these informations, before going back to her humorous self. "Don't leave now! Now comes the best part! They both still live! Or exist, since one of them is an Undead. The Ambitious Wizard dropped the Ambitious a long time ago and became just a Wizard, though some call him the Wizard of the North"
The Sorceress gasped at that. The person that destroyed the Old Capital was also the one who put the curse on their Princess! And he was over three hundred years old!
"Wait… Three hundred…? It can't be!", her head snapped in the direction of the Knight.
"His bodyguard in turn was known by many names. The Wraith, the Specter, a Weird Bony Thing, Sword Revenant. Then he was captured by an Oracle, who imprisoned him inside a suit of armor and forced him into becoming a Sword Sentinel, but the name was too extravagant, he wanted a simpler one. So they called him, the Knight"
"I can't even hope to imagine how horrible it must have been to be turned into an Undead against your will…", the Sorceress spoke softly, tears in her eyes, threatening to spill any second now.
"I've gotten over it a long time ago… No use crying over it now. I've been around for over three decades and will stick around for much, much longer", he stated and put his helmet back on. "What about the Wishing Night?"
"It's a solstice ritual that grants the person who read the spell a wish. I can give you the text, but you need to get the required items yourself"
"What items?"
"The eight Artifacts", the Knight answered in Oracle's place.
"And the closest solstice is tomorrow, so… good luck!", the Lizard happily added.
"How are we meant to gather all of them by tomorrow?!", the Sorceress shouted in frustration.
"We have the missing two with us", the man said, which confused his companion. "The Wizard was readying himself for the ritual too. He wants to regain his old strength and take control over the world", he explained.
"So what now?", the woman questioned.
"We break into his castle, interrupt his ritual and do ours. Simple"
"You can use the Warpgate, since I've already been to his castle", the Oracle provided with a smile.
"Is this the best course of action?", the Sorceress wondered out loud.
"It's the only option"
They traveled so far and now, their story was nearing its end. The Knight and the Sorceress entered the Wizard's castle and slaughtered each and every one of his underlings. A trail of bodies and a path of destruction lead straight from the front entrance to the Ritual Chamber in the catacombs.
"Are you ready?", she asked as they stood in front of the door.
"I've been waiting for this moment for over two hundred years, I'm more than ready", he answered and kicked the door in.
They gave out immediately and flew into the room, stopping right in front of the Wizard.
"My guests have finally arrived", he stated with a crazed smile.
"You look terrible!", the Knight shouted as he unsheathed the Thunderer.
"My face and my body may be scarred, but it's still better than being a fleshless abomination!", the Wizard yelled back and pointed his cane at them.
Not even a second later, a powerful lightning struck the Knight head on.
"You're more insane than I remembered! Attacking a person wielding the Thunderer with Lightning Magic, pathetic!", the Knight taunted to keep the Wizard's attention, while the Sorceress readied the ritual.
First, you have to activate all of the Artifacts
"Howl, Breeze", a current of wind burst into the room and put out a few candles.
"Tremor, Quake", the room shook and small pieces of ceiling fell from above. If not for the Knight keeping the Wizard busy, she wouldn't be able to traverse the room so easily.
"Ripple, Nymph", dark clouds gathered outside and a storm was closing in.
"Harden, Aes", the rusty blade regained its shiny, silver color and glowed with power.
"Shine, Lucerna", a gem embedded in the sword's handle began to emit light, that lit up the area around it.
"Darken, Umbra", this time, the gem began to consume light, making the floor around it pitch black.
The Sorceress made her way over to the seventh pedestal with the second to last piece of the puzzle in tow. She stabbed the blade into its place.
"Ignite, Brimstone", embers appeared around her as she activated the Artifact. "I've got it!", she shouted to the Knight, who sheathed his enchanted weapon and threw it towards the empty pedestal.
The Sorceress quickly ran up to it and activated the last Artifact. "Crackle, Thunderer!", wild lightning surrounded the sword and the black haired woman was forced to step back from the pedestal.
"Ha, you are making this easier for me! Maybe I'll show mercy for your assistance and make you into my first servants, once I start my conquest!"
"Stop talking so much!", the Knight yelled as his fist collided with the Wizard's frail body. "Start the incantation!", he shouted towards his companion.
She managed to glance in his direction, seeing the broken helmet and cracked armor.
"Oh, Heavens above and all of your Saints, Gods and Spirits of the Ethereal"
"You punch like a child!", the Wizard shouted and encased the Knight in a metal cocoon. "You are nothing without that blade… Now. Oh, Heavens above and all of your Saints, Gods and Spirits of the Ethereal"
"Look upon your faithful child-"
"- and bless me with your Holy Wisdom-"
"- for a chance to right the Wrongs-"
"- to accomplish selfish goals-"
The Wizard used his cane to blast the Sorceress out of the ritual circle in the middle and continued his incantation.
"The Divine helps me in my endeavours, for I require your aid!"
The cocoon of steel shattered under the Knight's mighty blows. He moved like a shadow and kicked the Wizard away.
"Grant me a Wish, but one, and I shall make everything right!", he finished and a strange power started to fill him.
Not only him, but the Wizard and the Sorceress too.
"Lift the curse!", the Knight shouted to his companion and drew his trusty sword, sprinting towards the Wizard, intent on ending his life.
"I wish for the Princess' curse to be lifted!"
"I wish to regain my old power!"
"I wish to unmake the Ritual of old!"
The three of them were blinded by the brightest light they've ever seen. They regained their sight after a few moments, but their deeds were done.
The Princess was lying on the ground near the entrance to the Ritual Chamber, where the Knight and the Sorceress left her before the fight, unconscious.
The Wizard was lying on the floor too, but he wasn't the old man they saw earlier. He looked exactly like he did when he was still mortal, save for the big scar on the left side of his face. His face was twisted in disbelief, his lifeless eyes staring at the blade that was pinning him to the floor.
The Knight was kneeling next to his old friend, his armor all gone and cracks forming on his bones.
The Sorceress ran up to him. "We did it!", she shouted with tears in her eyes.
The woman offered him a hand to lift him to his feet and he took it, but his fingers turned into dust as soon as they made contact with her skin. And it didn't stop there. His whole arm started turning into dust.
"W-what's happening?!"
"It was my wish… 'to unmake the Ritual of old', the one that made me into an Undead", he explained and looked towards the sky, that was now visible due to the ceiling being destroyed by… actually, they didn't know when the ceiling was destroyed.
"But, you said that you were going to stick around for much, much longer?!", the Sorceress yelled and the Knight looked back towards the ground.
"I-, I'm a selfish coward, alright? Something broke inside me and made me say what I said… I'm sorry, but… this is the end for me…"
Something broke inside of the Sorceress too. She grabbed his skull and forced him to look at her.
"You're not a coward. You deserve the freedom. Just know, that I will always remember you", she said, tears spilling from her eyes, while his were wide open. "I will remember you as the Brave Knight that defended our Kingdom for the rest of my life"
"T-Thank you…", he managed to whisper as his entire arm had already vanished.
"Though, If I had a choice… I also would be selfish… And wished for you to become human again"
She didn't know why, but something pushed her head forward slightly and her body just carried the movement until her lips touched the place, where the Knight once had his.
Bright light filled the room once more and hid the two companions from each other. The dust came back and formed a skeleton again, while flesh, muscles and skin started appearing from thin air.
The Sorceress didn't panic when the cold bone was replaced with something warm and soft to the touch against her lips. She didn't panic when she felt two human hands grab her arms and squeeze them lightly. And she certainly didn't panic, when the two separated and she was face to face, not face to skull, with a green haired man with teary, green eyes.
"Thank you…", he whispered once again and they kissed once again, both smiling and crying at the same time…
With their mission completed, the pair returned to the Capital. The Princess was throwing jokes left, right and center, creating ruckus in every village they passed on their way.
The King honoured his word and rewarded the Knight and the Sorceress with riches beyond imagination.
Return of the Princess was a turning point in the Kingdom's history, as the country entered an age of prosperity once again. The Golden Age lasted for many years after the King's death and was even more prosperous since his daughter's coronation.
The Knight and the Sorceress however vanished a few days after their return to the Capital. Only the King knew where they went and he took their secret to the grave.
A certain legends says, that they outlived both the King and the Princess and were accepted in Heaven as Saints after their death, but that's just a legend and only Gods know if it's really true.
It didn't stop anyone however, from writing about the power of love, that's stronger than any magic.
The End.
The lights went out and then slowly came back, as the audience started clapping and cheering, whilst the actors marched onto the stage.
Monoma dressed in a suit walked forward and silenced the crowd, though a few stragglers kept clapping for a few more seconds.
"Thank you for coming! We hope you enjoyed our play, so let me introduce you to our cast! I'm still salty about the Prince getting cut from the play, but whatever… Aoyama Yuga who was in charge of the costumes! Ashido Mina and Jiro Kyoka who were in charge of the scenography and the soundtrack respectively!"
The mentioned trio walked forward and bowed, eliciting another wave of cheers.
"Yanagi Reiko who wrote the play, Iida Tenya as the King, Kodai Yui as the Princess, Tokage Setsuna as the Oracle", Monoma had to make long pauses between each name as the crowd refused to stay quiet. "Todoroki Shoto as the Wizard, Kaminari Denki, Sato Rikido, Kirishima Eijiro, Sero Hanto and the whole cast pretty much as the many Thugs and Minions! And last, but definitely not least Yaoyorozu Momo as the Sorceress and Midoriya Izuku as the Knight!"
The duo looked towards each other with sizeable blushes that were hidden beneath their makeup and smiled. They linked their hands, stepped forward and bowed in sync.
"Thank you all for coming!", Monoma read the last lines. "We hope you had a great time not only watching our play, but today in general!"
The cast bowed one last time and then walked off the stage as the crowd went wild with applause. Almost all of them collapsed onto a nearest seat or even straight onto the floor as soon as they were out of sight.
"Man, this was stressful!", majority complained as they could finally relax.
"Well, at least they liked it", Midoriya said with a proud smile. "We did a great job today, all of us, we can be proud of ourselves!", the greenette cheered and the students joined.
"I swear, he is too likeable…", Monoma whined quietly from the back as he too felt inspired by the teen's short speech.
And with that, their first UA School Festival came to an end.
So... This whole play was an experiment of mine, cause I didn't really have a plan how to write it, so I hope that you enjoyed it!
Before I go into detail about The Flesh is Weak and More than Human I have a few more things to convey:
- We have almost hit 82k views which is like... holy shit that's a big number, we have over 300 followers and nearly 300 favorites, so thank you all for that and I hope you'll stick around!
Now, the question.
The Flesh is Weak vs More than Human is a choice that will influence who the story will go after first.
You can force Midoriya to accept his new state and realize that The Flesh is Weak and there's nothing he can do about it - this storyline will feature media drama, undercover missions and certain Yakuza, who knows, maybe he finds something or someone able to fix him along the way? Someone to Rewind him to his past self?
Or, there's a second option.
You can vote for Midoriya to look at this new development as just another setback and do everything he can to not let one stupid injury jeopardize his road to greatness - this storyline on the other hand will focus more on the American company that has recently reached out to Midoriya, getting some shiny new augments straight out of Deus Ex and the fall of the Technocracy, a group that has laid dormant for far too long.
I thing that that's all the info you'll get from me on the subject ;D
Come back next time to see how the play was developing behind the scenes, the effort they put and the laughs they shared over their own stupidity!