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(xx)

Izuku knocked on the door of the changing room, moving his weight a bit from one foot to the other. So far, the Qualifiers losers hadn't been much luck. The Bomber had explained – in very polite terms – that he had more things to do in the coming weeks. Tank Man, or Tank Tetsu as he had heard others call him, had said something along those lines too, though more in the 'I don't intend to leave my world in a suicide mission' sort of way.

Shuichi Higuchi, strange to say, had been more open about the idea… until Izuku made the mistake of mentioning Izumi, getting a door slammed on the face for his failure at reading the room. Really sounded like the guy was a sore loser.

He sighed. The two people defeated in the first match by that Rappa guy were out of commission, and even if they wanted to join… Well, he needed people that wouldn't just run away the moment All for Deku attacked, or he would put them in danger and accomplish nothing. If they had been too scared to act in a tournament that didn't have any real danger, it didn't make sense to ask them to put their life on the line.

That left, of the two matches he had seen in person, three people. He sighed and knocked at the door.

The girl that opened was wearing her helmet, like she had in the arena, but was dressed with only a tank top, shorts and tennis shoes. She looked at him – or, Izuku had to assume she was – before asking, "Just to be clear, you aren't the Izuku that invited me here, right?"

"Oh, no, my name is Izuku Midori-" Izuku paused, "Well, you can call me Deku."

She chuckled, "Hi Deku, nice to meet you. Come in, come in." She made him enter the changing room. From what Izuku understood, there were two kinds. Singular changing rooms, and communal changing rooms. Singular were for those cases where people weren't part of a firm, while him, Izumi and Huanli, for example, were exchanging a communal changing room, being registered as fighters from the League. The communal ones also had dividers for males and females, thankfully. He had to wonder why that choice of design, but Izuku assumed it was to prevent people from different teams or promotions from trying to take each other out in the changing rooms. Singular rooms, instead, were for when a team was made up of strangers that didn't know each other.

Izuku sat down, and she did the same, picking a different chair. He turned to the television for a moment. They were already on round eleven, only five remaining, and neither him nor Huanli had been called. "So, just to clarify…" She paused, glancing at the screen, where a man covered in lava was fighting an ice dragon, and shook her head, "You are not that crazy guy from round six either, right?"

"Oh, no, I haven't fought yet." He replied, unsure of what that meant. He would have to ask Huanli and Izumi about that match.

"Good, good, otherwise I'd probably rush for my armor right now. I can tell when someone is hiding killing intent, and that guy is barely doing that." She removed her helmet, "But I think you are telling the truth, so I will relax a bit."

Izuku couldn't hold back his surprised expression. When she removed the helmet, Fuyumi did so revealing a scarred face. A scar similar to Todoroki's covered her brow and a second one scarred her chin and right cheek. He took a second too long to realize he was staring. "Ah, I'm sorry, I…"

"Don't worry, don't worry." She replied with a smile, "I'm aware I can be surprising. I understand most other me don't have my scars, luckily for them." She nodded, "Well, I wouldn't say it's completely unlucky, some people think they give me a unique appearance. Anyway, we aren't here to talk about my scars. What is it?"

Izuku hated to admit he wanted to ask. He knew how his friend had received his own scar, but could that have been it for Fuyumi? Or was it a different situation unique to her home universe? He shook his head. She was right, he should have explained his own situation. "Well…" He begun explaining everything he felt comfortable saying at this stage. He didn't want to go in too much detail about his world, even if Zuzu had already cleared Fuyumi as a person known to the League to be on the good side. Izuku was aware there were dangers in the Multiverse, and even if Fuyumi wasn't one there might have been people she knew that were.

"Uhm… So you want me to come and help you, right?" She asked, "Well, that's doable. I don't really have anything important going on back home when this is done."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat, a smile shining on his face, "R-Really?! That's amazing!"

"But I want a favor from you." She smiled, "I would like you to lose if we end up fighting each other."

Izuku froze.

"Y-You want me to fix a match?"

"Correct!" She gave him a thumbs up, "You or your friends of course."

"B-But why?!"

"Uh, because I need to win this Tournament. It seems rather obvious to me." She frowned, "Why else would I be here?"

"B-But…" He had no idea what to say. He didn't care that much about the Tournament, but if he let her kick him out of the Tournament on their first match there was just no point in joining it in the first place. "I kind of need to train and this Tournament is my big chance to test myself in a controlled environment."

"I know, but you are in it only for the training. That was a good idea, but I am not here for something so minor. Most people are here because we made a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

-x-

Keigo leaned back on the wall, waiting. He had to admit, the kid was amazing. The steps were almost inaudible, the breath controlled, even the heartbeat was different, slightly slower, different from his usual. Probably some sort of exercise? One of those breathing techniques people used to calm themselves down? Keigo had no idea.

Still, he wasn't one of the best Recruiters for show. He grinned as the kid turned the corner. The Midoriya's eyes showed the slightest hint of surprise for a split second before he casually stepped back. Damn, what a reaction. His gaze was now on him.

For a Midoriya, he was lean. Usually they were built in some way, and this one was no different, but he wasn't as built as most. Also, his hair was a bit longer and kept in a bun, though Keigo had seen him switch his hairstyle enough he was sure that wasn't a habit.

"So, you taking a walk, Izuku?" He asked casually, without making any sudden motion. Considering the kid went around carrying what Keigo could only describe as an armory, he wasn't about to try and startle him. "A weird place to do that."

"I'm rather unusual." The teen replied, carefully.

"Oh I know, trust me. But you seem to be keen on taking a walk toward our archives, which is a rather interesting direction. And I might add, one you aren't allowed to move toward."

Izuku stared at him, and Keigo held up his grin even if he really just wanted to run. He had seen a lot of scary people in his time at the Arena, but this Izuku wasn't scary, he was unnerving. Like he was always this close from just cutting your throat.

But hey, he wasn't his first rodeo with crazy. Keigo had a reputation for picking some of the most dangerous fighters and wasn't about to let that go to waste.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Keigo." The Izuku replied.

'Yeah, bullshit if I ever heard one.' "Well, just take a turn back up, then. No reason to cause any more trouble, don't you think?"

"I have reasons to cause a lot of trouble actually. You have the exact information I want."

"And I'm going to give it to you once you reach the top of the Tournament." Keigo replied, "That was the agreement. If you want to walk out of it, fine." He grinned, "I'm sure you don't need to know where your dear nemesis is."

It was a fraction of a second, the time it took Keigo to blink, before he found the kid's finger under his chin. He chose to not imagine a knife or a gun in his hand, and managed to even hold back a gulp while his feathers took position around them. The kid ignored it. "Why shouldn't I just force you to give it to me?"

"Because, while your charming personality and absolutely not violent methods make you someone it's hard to say no to, I will very much remind you that murder and torture are both illegal."

"What if I considered my prize more important?" He asked.

"Then I would ask how you mean to go back home? I don't have your magic ring with me, and without that you are stuck here. No use for the information if you don't have a way to use it, right?"

The hand came back, and Keigo didn't hold back a sigh of relief. "I'm taking part in this stupid tournament because of our deal." He said, turning around, I will win, if I need to, but you better not try to trick me."

Keigo nodded. He was aware of that, but the JTO never made an agreement without being ready to pay. They were a business. "Of course, Midoriya. We are a business. It would be bad for us if we didn't have a way to reward you."

Izuku slowly nodded, "Out of curiosity, was the guy that stopped me earlier one of yours?" He asked, pointing up.

Keigo raised his eyes upward, thinking for a moment before shaking his head, "Uhm? No, I'm assigned to you. If anyone else came to speak to you, they probably had something else to discuss. What did you two talk about?"

The Izuku didn't answer, and when Keigo looked back at him, he was gone. Horrified, he sent his Fierce Wings down to the archives and up the corridor, but a moment later he relaxed, one of the feathers finding Izuku walking at a fast pace, almost but not quite running, up the stairs, back outside.

Keigo sighed in relief again, before his knees gave way. Oh boy, he might have bitten more than he could chew with that trade. Still, if someone could beat the battle master, the guy was the best choice.

After all, he would probably do anything for that Sugoh bastard's current hiding place, and Keigo was only too happy to offer him that on a silver platter.

'Maybe I made a mistake…' He thought not for the first time. Of all the Izukus he had hosted, after all, the kid was a bit of a tough cookie to deal with.

-x-

"They give you information?"

"Yup. You think everyone is here because they are battle hungry?" Fuyumi paused a moment, pondering, "Well, a lot of people are, but that's not true for me and other people. A lot of us are here because we were offered in return some important information we wanted. I know for sure that's the case for…"

"Me." A new and yet familiar voice spoke from behind them, and Izuku turned to see white hair surmounting a familiar uniform…

"Captain… America?" He asked.

"Oh my god you actually know who my costume is based on?!" The newly arrived Izuku grinned, "Back home no one remembers American Comics anymore. Do you still have…" Fuyumi coughed in her fist, "Oh right, sorry. Ahem, Fuyumi, I wanted to talk to you about something, but it seems that other Izuku has beaten me to it."

"You wanted to ask me about helping him?"

"Kinda? Look, I've heard everything from Izzzuku, and I think I should help. This All for Deku sounds dangerous for everyone. And since we have built good relations, I figured I'd tell you about it."

Izuku stared at him in awe, "You… You were already looking to recruit other people, before even talking to me?"

"… Yes? I don't know how long it will take, but I alone can't provide enough help, and my dad always said there was more strength in numbers – well, he said 'followers', but clearly meant 'numbers' – so…"

Izuku grabbed his hand, some tears appearing in his eyes, "Thank you…"

"Ahah, uhm, don't mention it? It's Captain Kamino by the way."

"Right. Sorry? I was kind of focused on the inspiration and the name slipped my mind. So, uhm, is the shield made of actual vibranium?" Izuku asked, glancing at the round object on the superhero's back.

"Well…"

"Ahem." Fuyumi called back their attention, "Eyes on me, kids. So, you think we should help?"

"Yes. I… I don't know how useful I can be, but it would feel wrong to do nothing to help people in need. It's the right thing to do."

Fuyumi looked at him for a long moment. "Sure, but I still want that payment." She said in the end, and Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. Two people. Two people at once!

Captain Kamino raised an eyebrow, "What payment?"

"I asked him to fix a match." Fuyumi shrugged, and Captain Kamino frowned glancing at Izuku.

"You know that in this place they have ways to make sure you can't do that right?" He asked, careful.

"They do? I thought they just wanted to scare us?"

"No, someone else told me. They have never failed to stop a fixed match. You'll just get disqualified."

"Damn!" She put a hand to her chin thinking, "I really thought I could push through another round for free… But you know, what if instead I had you kick out someone I need to get rid of?" She smiled, "That seems a good exchange, and we aren't really fixing a match if the other guy isn't in it."

Izuku sighed in relief, sending a silent thank you to Captain Kamino. The other teen had clearly figured out Izuku wasn't comfortable with the idea. "Who is it?" Izuku asked.

"I don't know yet. I need to watch every match in the tournament, and since I'm a B-lister, I can't decide on my first opponent. So here is the deal: I tell you the name of a B-lister, and you choose them as your opponent in the Top 64."

"Doesn't that assume I will be able to select that person? What if someone else does first?"

"They won't." Captain Kamino replied, "I get your plan, Fuyumi. You will pick the strongest of the B-listers, right?"

"The strongest and most troublesome for me, yes. And it's unlikely a lot of people will choose him."

"The Battlemaster might." Zuzu interjected, startling everyone for a moment, since so far she had kept mostly silent.

Fuyumi shook her head, "If that guy fights the Battlemaster, consider our deal fulfilled. He is the strongest in the entire tournament, and I really hope he ends up on the opposite side from me."

"And what if fighting him means fighting you later?" Izuku asked.

"Then you fight." Captain Kamino said, stepping forward, "We can't fix a match. Period. If you guys fight each other, you have to win on your own, or they will catch you."

"How do you know?" Fuyumi asked, "What made you ask around?"

"I did." Izzzuku appeared from a wall, and Fuyumi gasped, though Izuku and Captain Kamino hardly answered, "I went to look for him while Izuku did his thing, and I found him talking with someone else. That person said they would agree if they fixed the match, and I decided to burst their bubble before it went too far."

"You asked someone else?! Who was it?" Deku asked, turning back to Captain Kamino, awe in his eyes at the idea the guy had actually gone and asked not one but two people. Seeing his expression, the Captain coughed awkwardly in his fist.

"That other Izuku…"

"The one with horns or the one with a bun?" Fuyumi asked, while Izuku just stared at him. There were more Izuku in this?

"The latter." He admitted, "Kind of a scary guy actually, and he was rushing off for somewhere downstairs, but I figured we could connect a bit being both Izukus, so he felt like a good place to start."

"Also, you wanted to pick the Winter Soldier." Izzzuku teased.

"C-Come on, it's not like that." Kamino said, pointedly looking away.

"Deadly uses various weapons since he pulled out a flashbang and a metal bat, and looks like you? That's the Winter Soldier to your Captain America." He grinned, "Also, he totally had a gun too."

"Several actually." Captain Kamino corrected, "I can tell because my father taught me how to recognize people carrying concealed weaponry, it was… rather important." He sighed and scratched the back of his head, "Anyway, he seemed a good candidate to start, but his request was for me to fight him in the second round and let him win. And then Izzzuku arrived and told us what he did."

"Good job mister Izzzuku." Zuzu said, "That was surprisingly thoughtful of you."

"… I choose to take that as a compliment Epsi. But it was just luck, I was looking for someone else."

"Who?" Izuku asked back, and Izzzuku grinned, opening the door to let in a large sheep with green fur, that spun in midair turning into yet another Izuku, this one sporting a large pair of mutton horns on the sides of his head, covered in green hair of the same tone his wool had been.

"You know, my changing room is becoming rather filled with copies of Izuku." Fuyumi pointed out.

"Sorry." Izzzuku smiled, "but this time around, I found an ally, and it was rather easy to come to an agreement once we talked a bit."

Izuku turned to him, "Uhm, why?"

Argali smiled, "Well, it turns out, they know where the person I'm looking for is."

-x-

Shoto rang the doorbell of the house with enough urgency to attract a few looks, but dammit he didn't care, as he slammed his fist on the door.

Their call with Jiro and later Mariah had put the League on full red alert, because like him, they too suspected something was going on. Mariah had started sending out general calls to the other people in the Universe that were related to the League, to try and assess the situation, while Isaac had decided to try and check a few of their 'guests' in other worlds. Meanwhile, Zuzu-9-Beta and Delta had gone in full defense mode, meaning that now no one would be allowed in the headquarters without permission of two Founders.

"Shoto, calm down, you are making a scene!" Uraraka shouted from the car. He ignored her. Yes, this was starting to remind him a bit too much of his own world. The disappearances followed by everyone going on red alert… He wasn't going to relive that, thank you very much.

"I'm here, I'm here!" A voice shouted from the other side, and Shoto sighed in relief as the door opened.

The woman in front of him was Itsuka Kendo, about the same age as the person he knew from his own world. Sure, minus the fact this one still had both eyes instead of one and an eyepatch.

She in turn stared at him, tears bubbling in his eyes. "Sh… Shoto?"

"I'm not your Shoto, Kendo." He clarified immediately, before the mistake could go any further. He didn't want her to build their discussion on the wrong basics.

"O-Oh, of course. I'm sorry." She nodded, "You'd think I'd be used to it, but…"

"I understand, but right now there is an emergency, and we need your help."

"What- An emergency? What's going on?" She looked to the road. Jiro stood next to the door, silent while clad in her purple suit, and Uraraka was further ahead in her car.

"We are with the League and are looking into the disappearance of one of the League members and the killing of another. Both people that were in your same condition." He didn't need to clarify what the condition was, and she nodded immediately, "You still have One for All, right?"

"Yes, the League has told me about its possible… side effects, but nothing has happened yet. Maybe I'm lucky and this is one of those that don't kill Quirked users?"

Shoto nodded, "Yes, though I only wanted to know if you still had the Quirk."

"Oh. Yes." She nodded.

"Good, then you should come with us. Pick up what you can, and the League will give you the rest."

Itsuka nodded, and Shoto could tell from that alone, from the fact she was ready to just jump into action at a moment notice, that she had been a Hero back home, even if he hadn't known who she was.

Itsuka Kendo, Battle Fist, from a universe marked as J-434 or Argaliverse. She had been found on the verge of death in another universe. Apparently, a Noumu from her world had been built with a series of Quirks that allowed him to drag the One for All user in the Multiverse (though likely that wasn't what it had been built for). Luckily, it happened after her final fight with Shigaraki, but maybe for that reason she didn't manage to stop it in the first place.

They had been looking for it since, but there was no progress, even when the League grew harder. Merinoriya, another patroller had taken an interest in researching it, since apparently he thought it was a world that had some relation with is, but he had no luck with it. So, Kendo was stuck here. Waiting for the unlikely event someone would find her Universe.

After a few moments as three or so windows slammed shut, she marched out of the house, a small bag in hand, and closed the door behind her, following them to the car. "Where to now?" Uraraka asked.

"There are three more here in England. I say we pick up all of them."

Jiro entered by the window, sliding on the seat next to Itsuka. "Good, then we should go for my ship and use that. It's larger than a cramped flying car anyway."

"It's not cramped yet…" Uraraka mumbled, but took flight anyway, Jiro passing her instructions.

"How far is it, she asked, as the car ascended."

"Oh, I didn't want to make you wait, so I parked not far from here." Jiro grinned, and then gave an order, "Open the anger and deactivate auto-dodging and cloaking." She mumbled in the purple suit.

There was nothing in front of them a moment before, but a moment later a large object, shaped somewhat like a cigar or a straightened hex key, appeared in the sky. It was black, but with symbols glowing blue and dark purple on both flat ends, and a large entrance on the side they were approaching, what he assumed was the hangar.

"Welcome aboard the spaceship One for All, the first Flying Saucers known to us Terrans." Jiro said, noticing the look of disbelief on Shoto and Kendo's faces, a grin on her own, "I guess neither of you had seen what my side of the Multiverse had to offer, uh?"

No, Shoto thought as the car entered the One for All entering the hangar of the floating UFO, they definitely hadn't.

And if that was what science could do, how far did magic go?

-x-

"So, what do you know about Magic?" Urane asked, observing her new student. When she had spoken to the travelers from other worlds, she had originally only intended to aid them in their mission and make sure the health of her past patients, the man with blonde hair called Ojiro and the girl named Itsumi, were doing well, but then the blonde man had asked to be trained by her, and she couldn't bring herself to say no.

He studied him. His eye had thankfully recovered. It had been touch and go for a while whether he would be able to see again through it, but in the end he had only lost some degrees of eyesight and gained a scar over it. Much better than losing it completely, they both agreed on that.

And he was also staring around. His eyes were transfixed on her study, and she could understand why. As the current Archmage of the Kingdom, she had collected quite the impressive collection of magical artifacts, and of course inherited that of previous Archmages. Still, they weren't here to gawk at a Whistling Bird of Mist or a Living Chain of Helheim, as much as she wished to, so he tapped him gently on the head with her stuff. "Listen to me." She said.

"Ouch!" He grunted, "I didn't need that."

"You clearly did. I asked a question and you didn't so much as acknowledge me."

"Oh… I'm sorry. I was just admiring the room. What was the question again?" He asked, and she felt some irritation bubble inside her, but she stopped herself. No, this was someone that came from another world. He couldn't really grasp how fortunate he was at being able to receive a lesson from the Archmage, especially when one considered that he apparently was in friendly terms with the Urane – or Uraraka, as she was called there – of his own world.

"What do you know about magic?"

"Well, I know a few spells. Magic Missile, Magic Armor, Thunderclap, Lightn- Ouch!" He grunted again as she bumped him on the head again, "Why?!"

"I didn't ask you what spells you know, I asked you what knowledge you have about the subject of magic."

He nodded, now understanding, "Uhm… well, you can cast a spell at will, so long as you know gestures and magic words. You can learn any spell, but the stronger it is the more complicated it will be, but aside from that there is no limit, and… Why are you staring at me like that?"

"No limit? Did you just say no limit?"

"I… did? That was what Izo told us." He replied, and she slammed a hand on her face.

"That… Idiot!" She pointed the staff to a wall, where a painting of nine Heroes stood. Izuku stood next to eight other figures, his predecessors, all in the same position. The Painting of Heroes, a magical painting that would inform immediately the Archmage of the appearance of a new wielder of One for All. "Being a Hero clearly made him forget why not everyone goes around shooting fire balls and summoning meteor storms."

"You can summon meteor storms…"

"I can also flatten someone like a pancake or make them float so far above heart they will suffocate. Don't get surprised." She remarked casually, though she knew it was quite impressive, and judging by his expression, it was equally impressive for someone from his world, "You know why I don't do that on a whim?"

"Because that would be murder?"

"… Yes, but also because there are risks with magic." She shrugged, "I don't think you have to worry about it any time soon, but you should know that magic has a toll. You have weak basics, so I won't teach you more spells."

"You… won't."

"No, or at least not until I believe you are ready to cast more powerful magic. What I will teach you is the basics you need to know." She noticed his dejected expression and once again hit him in the head with the stuff, ignoring his shout of pain. "Listen here, why are you so sad? Learning this will be good for you."

"Why? Because I will know how to throw my magic a little better?"

"No." She pointed her staff at him, "Because with the right basics, the ones I will teach you, you can safely create your own spells, instead of just memorizing the one spell I could teach you in the limited time we will spend together. So, sit tight and be prepared, because I'm going to beat this stuff in your head, and I fully expect to hear that you came up with at least two new spells of your own by the time you are back from your mission."

She saw the glint of interest in his eyes and smiled. Ah, to be a student of magic again…

No, alright, she preferred being the Archmage, but her time as a student, and later her adventure with Izo and… With Izo had been interesting.

-x-

"Something is off with Midoriya." The Half-and-Half bastard stated bluntly as usual, and Katsuki grunted.

"No shit, Half-and-Half, if you haven't noticed he went missing for two weeks and then has been weird since."

"I know Bakugo, but… something is off. Have you noticed that he is avoiding everyone?"

"Of fucking course, I have noticed."

"And he is also still not managing to use Blackwhip." The other said, and Katsuki snarled.

"Yeah, I've noticed that too." He nodded and didn't add what else he knew. Namely, that since that trip to Tartarus, Deku had been off. He had been lost in his thoughts often, and Katsuki had caught him mumbling more often. Of course, the shitty nerd was constantly mumbling, so that was hardly unusual, but he just didn't like the way he did it. There was something… wrong about it, like he wasn't mumbling to himself but speaking to someone else.

There was also his general drop in school results. Even if Katsuki hated to admit it, the nerd was good at Hero work. However, now he seemed to be struggling with everything. Rescue training, combat training, even the normal school material, though in that one he had only slipped down a position or two in the class.

He tapped his fingers on his desk, looking around. The nerd had already left as usual, accompanying Round Face and Glasses back to the dormitories, and he didn't doubt Half-and-Half was speaking to Katsuki so openly because of that.

The problem was, the one sinking suspicion that had been building up within Katsuki was hardly something he could explain. The shitty nerd had told him about that Multiverse story he had experienced, and Katsuki had discussed it with All Might. They both agreed it was most likely some weird Quirk messing with his head.

But now, seeing all those small changes, noticeable as they were, Katsuki had a suspicion.

What if the nerd wasn't the same nerd he knew?

It sounded dumb, and it acknowledged something he had deemed impossible, but the chilling chance this was real was there.

Was it possible none of the teachers had considered it though? All Might… sure, he trusted Deku with his life, so maybe that was out of the window. But what about Aizawa and Nezu? Those two should have had the same thoughts.

Or would they? Katsuki had to admit he considered himself smart, but more importantly he knew the nerd well. Considering he stuck around him constantly, there was no way he couldn't.

Was it possible he was the only one that could spot this as something troubling? After all, the teachers might have chalked it up to stress and dismissed the story of the Multiverse adventure he claimed to have lived as a fantasy like Katsuki had.

"Bakugo?" The Half-and-Half bastard asked, "Is something wrong?"

"I have a theory." Katsuki replied, "But it's going to sound really hard to believe." He added, and noticed Shoto's raised eyebrow.

-x-

It was falling apart, and fast. Izuku, All for Deku, could tell easily.

The UA infiltration had been a good plan, to collect some information, but now was starting to reach the point where Nedzu and others would start noticing something off. After all, it could only take so long for someone to recover from an experience, especially if they wanted to be a Hero. By and large, he knew he was doing badly in practical classes. After all, he couldn't rely on any Quirk within All for One, and relying on One for All would have been foolish. All he could do to not be noticed was use it at a low strength to keep up with the others as much as he could and discreetly discharge it and regenerate from its wounds whenever he was free.

Reading the memories of the students and teachers was also a dangerous operation too. Aizawa's Quirk was something he flaunted around easily, and All for Deku knew after seeing him use it on a few people for a slight joke that it was only a matter of time before he too found himself involved in it. Using his mind reading on him was a sure fire way to make him activate it, since the man wasn't stupid.

And then there was Nedzu. He was busy with some project, was what he had managed to glim, something about reinforcing UA, and that was a project big enough that, coupled with running the school, meant the rat-bear could only focus so much on Izuku.

A good opportunity, at least.

"Are you ok, Deku?" Uraraka asked, "You look lost in thought."

"Yeah, sorry, I guess I have a lot to think about." He replied, doing his best to sound apologetic, even if he was actually a bit annoyed she would interrupt his thoughts. "I think I will go rest a bit." He added, noticing Heights Alliance coming into view.

He also noticed the look Uraraka and Iida exchanged. Uravity and Ingenium, back in his world, were skilled, but those were their younger self. If only they weren't Heroes, he mused… No, no reason to think about what ifs.

"If you feel tired, Midoriya…" Iida murmured, and Izuku nodded, rushing back in and walking up the stairs, to his room, closing the door behind himself.

All for Deku sat down and looked at his hidden phone, the one he used to keep contact with Spinner and Muscular, and through the latter Alien King. As he hoped, one single message.

'It's done. Five days, midnight, at this address.' The message from Spinner read.

All for Deku grinned.

It seemed his little UA vacation was about to come to an end.

-x-

Izuku, the announcer, leaned back, a smile on his face. He looked down at the rolls, feeling excitement.

"Alright, everyone, here is our next fight, now that we have repaired the ring. And this one is quite a wild ride. But after all, what fight with him can not be one?"

A rumble of thunder crashed through the arena, and a wild man in his thirties, blonde hair streaked by a jet black line shaped like a thunderbolt, a hint of blonde beard, a built up body.

A hammer held in one hand, six drums covered with tomoe floating around his back.

"The Japanese man that travelled to Scandinavia and came back wielding a hammer rumored to be no less than Mijolnir itself, the man that is accompanied by drums that summon storms like a reborn Raijin. The God of Thunder, Denkiiiiii Kaminari!" He shouted, and the public exploded in ovations for the smiling fighter as he raised his hammer to strike one of the hammer. A thunder immediately rained down from the sky, striking the ground to his left.

-x-

"Know what?" Fuyumi asked, glancing at Izuku, "If no one scarier comes up, I think I will want you to fight that."

Izuku nodded, staring at the screen.

(xx)

Well, I'm very very happy to say this.

Say hello to Izuku Midoriya from Locked in Digital, by RogueDruid, that you can find on Ao3. He very generously allowed me to host Izuku in our ever-growing crossover cast, and I could only be too happy to have him around. He is an interesting fellow to include. He is also our first Quirkless Izuku that we see fight. Sorta, more like, here cries of pain from his general direction.

For anyone worried, I want to confirm here and now that he is the last alternate Izuku of the Tournament Arc that comes from another fic. There is one more Izuku besides our teleporting child, as we learned last chapter, but he is not a crossover with any story.

And meanwhile, as usual, pieces move. Shoto has finally managed to find someone that didn't immediately drop dead, Ojiro is acquiring the best skill he could wish for the limited time he has (assuming he can master it) and Katsuki and co are finally figuring out that maybe All for Deku isn't Deku after all.

Funnily enough, this chapter mentions almost every alternate Izuku that we have in the four plots. The only one that aren't mentioned are Izumi in the A-plot and the Canary/Green Scar/Other Green Scar/Spider-Man quartet in the Fantasyverse plotline.
... Alright so maybe it was a few actually.
There are a lot of Izukus in my fic by now, I'm so happy about it.

And finally, I can introduce Thor/Raijin Kaminari. Does he count as an Avengers candidate? Probably not, but I figured I'd give my own spin to the guy that has the kanji for God and Thunder in his name.