My name is Izuku Midoriya, also called the Martian back on Earth.

I was born in the colony of Arcadia as the first human born outside of Earth's orbit, and I grew on the red planet colony as it grew with me to become the proud nation of Mars. I was ten when I decided Arcadia was something I wanted to protect.

My father, a military researcher, introduced me to the Arcadia Defense Program when I was sixteen. For five years, I trained with the Black Suit, prototype Omega, to become a soldier for the defense of Mars.

During a mission, I ended up lost in the Multiverse with the crew of my space ship, the All for One.

I do not like everything that is required of me, but it's for the defense of my country. It's to ensure the safety of my people.

And there is nothing else I would rather do.

The Martian dodged a punch that could have destroyed his skull, helmet or not, and wondered what kind of power this Izuku had. The so called 'Green Scar' was proving to be faster, stronger and more resistant than any other Izuku he had faced in his time in the Multiverse. Granted, there hadn't been many – his ship usually only stopped to resupply, which didn't often lead to fight the natives of the other Universes – but the few he had faced had been weaker than he was.

This Izuku was stronger, and a lot more dangerous. His fists were strong enough to destroy his suit if they hit, which was quite the achievement. Not that he would allow that, given that right now he didn't have spares.

The Black Suit, also known as the Omega-model Suit, was a combination of many other suits. It included mild healing systems from the Alpha Suit, the sonic cannon of the Gamma Suit, the electric whips of the Epsilon Suit, and many other weapons and trinkets from the other models.

For example, the secondary arms. He extended both with a mental order to the Suit, the mechanical arms shooting out and extending their Heat Blades. While those were meant to be used to open holes in enemy defenses, or melt locks to open doors, they still hurt as they hit. The Green Scar seemed to spot this as he pulled back, but one of the two blades still managed to leave behind a long cut on his arm, burning the suit he was wearing and the skin and muscle below. It didn't draw blood, instead burning and cauterizing the wound as it went. That would damage muscles and nerves, while also hurting, making it overall worse in a fight.

Then the Green Scar extended tendrils of darkness. The Martian jumped, using the trees to keep himself away, but the tendrils seemed to follow him around. He tried to cut one, but it almost costed him when the substance they were made of just seemed to bend around the blade and try to hold onto it, without showing any sign of burning or being cut. 'Tch, that's Clockwork's extra Quirk. Blackwhip, I think he called it.'

He switched weapons. The Sonic Rifle and the Laser Gun came out, his only two mid and long range options, and he fired. The Green Scar, in response, exploded in a cloud smoke. 'Smokescreen…' He realized, even as he fired both weapons. The laser shot off in the smoke, but didn't hit anything until a tree, judging by the sound, blew up. As for the Sonic Cannon, while it did well displacing the smoke and leaving briefly a large opening through it, it didn't succeed nearly as much at finding the target. He stopped the soundwave. In moments like this, he wished he had the Reckon Suit Theta, that included a Heat Visor. Why the alien species that built them didn't integrate that in the Omega Suit was hard to guess. Most likely because the black suit was in the testing stages, and they were more focused on it being used for frontal combat than for reconnaissance.

He heard a sound from his side and raised both pair arms, artificial and natural, just in time to see the Green Scar emerge from the trees. The Green Scar pivoted on one foot, lowering his own center of gravity while kicking horizontally with the right foot. "Johansen Smash!" He shouted, and the Martian gasped as he felt the impact shatter the mechanical arm he had raised first. Had it not been for that, his real arm would have been completely broken, but thankfully, he thought as he slammed against a tree, the suit's augmentation and the sacrifice of the artificial limb meant he instead felt only sore.

Still, that didn't change he was on the defensive, as his opponent shot forward at an uncanny speed. Martian activated both the Electric Whip and the Plasma Sword, the two weapons sprouting out each from one arm, and after missing with the Whip quickly raised both to protect himself.

The Green Scar went low, then crossed his arm downward and brought them up, opening them like the wings of a bird while shouting "Pigeon Smash!"

The air blast that followed the attack forced his arm apart. Martian had an instant to mutter "Shield!" before a follow up kick aimed at his gut was narrowly blocked by the energy shield of his suit. He watched its energy plummet and gritted his teeth. 'Shit, how strong is he?!'

His opponent was about to show him. He breathed out, both fist pushed back. "Certain Death Series: Hydra Smash!"

Martian gulped as a rain of fist started to impact the shield.

-x-

The Green Scar kept up the offensive, fist after fist clashing against what he guessed was some sort of energy shield. He didn't stop. Whatever this tech was, it had to consume some sort of energy. And whatever that energy was, it had to end eventually.

The mechanical arm shot forward, trying to stab him with one of the burning blade, but Danger Sense made it easy to perceive and the Green Scar didn't stop, instead slowing down for just an instant to bring up a kick and shatter the metal arm.

That second, however, seemed to be what Martian wanted. He brought up the shining sword on his left arm, forcing Izuku to dodge aside and interrupt his attack.

"Don't get distracted." En warned, "You have the upper hand, but you know what happens to someone that corners an Izuku."

The Green Scar nodded. He took stock of his opponent. Both the broken mechanical arms had retreated in the suit, leaving him to deal with the whip, the sword, and at a distance the sonic cannon and the laser beam. He could deal with it fast enough, once he broke through the shield. He just had to hurry before-

"Izuku, Usagi can deal with those Demons." Nana replied, "Focus on the opponent in front of you, not on your grand-some more grands-granddaughter."

Izuku sighed. 'I know. I know, she is strong. I'm still allowed to be worried for her.'

"She will have to worry for you if you let her get in the way of this fight." Yoichi warned. Izuku nodded. He had overextended twice already in this fight, so he wouldn't commit that mistake again.

He kicked the ground and dashed forward. He dodged the electrified whip, dove under the sword and then kicked upward. His kick hit the man's jaw, sending Martian staggering back but not knocking him out.

Yet.

The Green Scar didn't let up, using that moment of confusion to follow up. He brought back a fist and launched a hook up close. "Spiderbite Smash!"

The fist impacted the side of the helmet, and the suit cracked. The shield was either out of power or inactive. The Green Scar smiled and immediately pushed his right arm back and raised two fingers, aiming straight to the Martian's crumbling helmet.

It was a gentle finishing move this one, the first technique of this type he had created. Usagi said it looked dumb, but he liked it.

"Rabbit Town Smash!" He shouted, and hit with two fingers, powered up by One for All. Both fingers together formed a v sign… or the shape of a rabbit's head. The hand slammed through the helmet's glass, and into the Martian's face. The Green Scar felt his opponent's nose crack, and the impact with the head, before the other Izuku crumbled to the ground.

The Green Scar panted in relief. "Good. Now…"

There was a flash of movement, and Danger Sense screamed. Izuku felt something tug at his clothes, and before he could react he was dragged toward the downed opponent by a mechanical arm, seemingly half-way through reparation. Another one came up, this one armed with one of those heated daggers.

The Green Scar had a split second to react, his hand flying toward the dagger that was dashing toward his flank, and he managed to grab it when it was so close to his chest that his clothes started to burn.

"Tch, you are a tough bastard." The Martian managed to say from the ground.

"I could say the same-" The Green Scar panted, holding the weapon in place, and then Danger Sense rung again, and he coughed.

Blood came out. He looked down to see a second set of arms had sprouted from the Martian's side, and two long, thin blades had stabbed him in the abdomen. "Sorry…" The Martian coughed, seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness, "Never said… I'd play fair…"

The Green Scar shattered the remaining arms, then punched downward, hitting his opponent in the face. That final punch knocked him out for good.

He slowly stood up completely. The wounds were bloody, but neither of them seemed to have hit a vital organ. Or he hoped so. It would have been kind of anticlimactic for the Green Scar, the Mewmen's Terror, The Solarians Destroyer, to die of two stab wounds a downed opponent gave him by lucking out.

Danger Sense had perceived the blades, of course, but Izuku hadn't noticed them because Danger Sense was already ringing due to the burning blade. He doubted Martian knew it, but using a dual attack had been the smartest choice he could make. Well, that and keeping the other two arms hidden for the whole fight.

Izuku couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Solaria seeing him like this, at what his ex-wife would think of him almost dying in a random fight in the Multiverse. It turned out, chuckling was a terrible idea, as his wounds reminded him.

"Kiruka…" He murmured in the communicator, "I really need some healing." He coughed more blood, "Shit…"

"Sorry Mister Green Scar, I'm trying to take out the communication jammer, but he seems to be receiving some help." The unexpected voice of Zuzu-9-Epsilon replied, "He has still me locked out from a good chunks of the channel, I'm having to punch my way through. Can you hold?"

Izuku took a deep breath. "Yeah. Go ahead."

"Thank you. I'll send Kiruka your way as soon as possible."

The Green Scar nodded, took a deep breath, and looked at the burning blade on the ground, and at the pooling blood on his shirt. Yeah, he didn't know what the situation inside was, but outside he was losing a lot of blood.

Something that was likely a terrible idea came to mind. He could feel the Vestiges grit their teeth.

-x-

Ojiro dodged out of the way of a mummy, that promptly got stabbed through the abdomen by a large wooden stake that had grown out of a tree. Kamui Woods in turn batted aside one of the two dogs, the black jackal, that rolled on the ground before snarling and standing back up.

Anubis, the alternate Hound Dog they were fighting, dashed forward, attacking with his khopesh. Ojiro flipped around and brought down his electric tail, but before he could hit the man, he dragged a mummy between them, using one of his extendable wrappings. The Mummy absorbed the electricity, fidgeting and roaring in pain even as, Ojiro knew, the electricity would leave no permanent damage. He jumped out of the way of an attack with a khopesh, and started to look around. What was the logic behind the mummies? Three of them were completely unmoving, and were not waking up, even when the grey wolf howled, which seemed to send all other mummies in a frenzy.

'Magic always has a logic.' His master, Urane, had told him as they studied, 'It might appear arbitrary, but there is no spell in the world – nay, in the Multiverse – that doesn't obey some form of logic of its own.'

Ojiro punched a mummy that had charged him in the face, chest and abdomen, before flipping it over his back and slamming it into the ground. The corpse's neck bent and cracked, the cranium splitting in half, and then the creature started to stand back up, ignoring the broken skull.

Ojiro jumped back, and thought. 'What did he say… We usually remove the brain…' He frowned. 'Wait…'

His thoughts were interrupted as Anubis charged in again, and Ojiro weaved under his khopesh, before bringing up a fist. The larger man blocked it with his arm and growled through the wooden mask, a threatening sound that made Ojiro decide wisely to take the distance. He slammed his hand on the ground, making a gesture with his hand, and a circle of lightnings shout out of his palm, striking both Anubis and the nearby mummies, forcing them to step back, giving Ojiro space to think.

"If he is mummifying them… And if he is applying the way mummifying worked in Egypt…"

Then the brain didn't matter, nor did the rest of the body's organs. They would get replaced, like the few chopped off arms had been replaced by pieces of wood and stone. No, what mattered for the Egyptians…

He dashed forward, looking at the fallen mummies, at how the branches that had killed them protruded through their chest. He hit a couple mummies on his way back and reached Kamui Woods in time to stop a mummy from hitting him from behind while the man was busy facing the jackal. Ojiro pivoted around kicking the Jackal away, and used that opening to speak. "The heart." He hissed.

"What?"

"The ancient Egyptians believed the heart was the center of the soul. All the dead mummies got stabbed through the chest."

To his credit, Shinji Nishiya understood immediately and used his power – Ojiro still wasn't sure if it was magic or an alternate version of Kamui Woods' Quirk from his own world – and the trees all around shot out spikes. The mummies probably didn't expect them to have figured out their weakness, or were unable to understand they had realized, because they only charged forward and were stabbed in the back. Two of them managed to shamble, more by look than by intention, and get stabbed in the shoulder or abdomen, but the vast majority was stabbed through the heart. They instantly keeled over, dead.

Ojiro grinned, but Anubis seemed unconcerned. "I was hoping we could solve this the easy way." He said, "I see I have to deal with you myself."

"Oh come on, could you be any more cliché?!" Ojiro shouted.

Anubis didn't reply, instead moving his hand forward. "Khenti-Amentiu, Wepwawet, to me."

Jackal and wolf instantly rushed toward him, and jumped. They turned into black and grey fog, and started to surround him. The black fog that had been the jackal surrounded the khopesh, the blade turning black and the large sigil of a jackal appearing on its blade. Meanwhile, Wepwawet surrounded Anubis, turning into what looked like a grey wolf pelt. His mask, too, turned grey, covered in fur like he was wearing the head of a wolf.

Anubis darted forward, and he was fast, absurdly so. He brought down the khopesh, and Ojiro could swear it growled as it cut through the hair. He jumped back, the weapon only grazing his clothes. As he moved back, he watched them desiccate and fall to pieces, until he had a large hole in his shirt, the edges looking discolored and cracked like old parchment. He turned around, his electric tail crackling, but the man just grinned and let him hit. The electricity impacted his body, but it was like the armor absorbed it. Ojiro had a split second to launch himself out of the way before the khopesh sliced the hair where his neck had been.

Kamui Woods sent a wooden tendril forward, but the moment it was touched by the blade it wilted and died, falling to the ground and turning into dust upon hitting the ground. Ojiro rolled out of the way of a kick that and hit with a few blows, kicks toward the extended legs that did some damage but seemed to not faze the man too much. He stepped back, next to Kamui Woods. "You good?"

"I used a lot of energy right now." He said laconically, finishing off the last few mummies as they tried to charge at them. "He is tough, isn't he?"

"Guess that's what happens when a god chooses you."

Shinji Nishiya sighed, "Think we can win this."

"Physical attacks seem to work. We just have to beat him up until he stops moving."

"Without getting so much as scratched by that weapon of his."

"Yep." Ojiro said, trying to not sound terrified. If that blade cut either of them, they were probably going to die.

"Are you done with your mourning?" Anubis asked. He took a stance, the khopesh forward, his leg back, his back low, "I promise this will be fast."

"I will take him close. The moment an opening appears, knock him out." Ojiro replied.

"Ojiro, wait-" But Anubis darted forward, and Ojiro responded in kind. The blade passed inches from his face, and he answered with a knee upward, hitting the elbow of the arm holding the weapon and forcing it up, opening for a series of quick punches to the side. The pelt seemed to soften the blow, but as Ojiro suspected, it didn't cushion fists nearly as well as it did the electricity from earlier.

It still felt like punching a brick wall. Either Anubis was jacked, or the armor was strengthening him. It would have explained his sudden burst in speed. 'So the wolf boosts his body – and was probably boosting the mummies too, earlier – and the jackal makes the khopesh lethal. Great, really great…'

Ojiro dove to the side a second before the blade came back and kicked up, this time aiming at the jaw, but a bundle of bindings came up to block it. Before they could close around his leg and lock it in place, Ojiro casted a spell. Lightning Circle didn't do anything to his opponent, but it incinerated the bindings and allowed Ojiro to take back his leg right before the blade cut it off. He struck with a fist, square in the opponent's chest, pushing all his strength through as he did, before breathing in and casting Haste. He was really thankful that he had watched Deku as he learned the spell from Izo of Greenvalley, since it was such a basic one. The extra speed allowed him to dodge and weave past a series of slashes. He watched bits and pieces of his shirt fall of, cut by the khopesh. He never felt like he was being cut, but would he even notice, if the wound dried up instantly?

Anubis brought down the sword, and Ojiro stepped back. The momentum carried Anubis forward, and Shinji Nishiya struck, a dozen branches shooting off from all sides and striking the man… only for all of them to wilt and die as they touched his skin. "Oh come on, don't tell me wood counts as 'elemental magic' or something like that!"

"The armor of Wepwawet protects me from all damage brought by wizard and magicians." Anubis surprisingly replied.

Ojiro frowned. Well, that confirmed that Kamui's powers were magic and not his Quirk.

Kamui Woods seemed to have figured out the same, because he took a deep breath and turned both of his arms, which were made of wood, into two large spear-like appendages. Ojiro gulped, knowing this meant he intended to get close and personal.

Ojiro breathed in, rushing forward thanks to his augmented speed. He knew this was dangerous, but at this point, it was gritty, hand to hand combat all the way through. Nishiya had clearly realized the same, as he followed his lead.

The two men prepared for a fight that balanced on a blade's edge.

-x-

Izumi dodged Fuyumi's steam fist and struck forward, Tutoria guiding her hit on her opponent's shoulder, striking one of the pipes and crushing it. Fuyumi turned around, but Izumi flipped back in a maneuver she didn't even know was possible, a backward jump that ended with her landing elegantly two meters away. She bent down under Shinomori's fist, letting it pass above her head before she struck upward, wooden blade hitting the elbow of his arm. It didn't break, most likely because of One for All, but Izumi, instead of pushing back, stepped in and brought down the wooden sword on his foot. If it was a metal sword, she would have stabbed through the limb, but as it was she felt happy enough watching his eyes tear up as his bones were crushed. An attack like that hurt like a bitch, she knew it well. She had been hit several times like that, after all. Delinquent fights didn't really have any honor.

She tried to build on her hit, but, Tutoria guiding her, she dodged back in time to avoid Fuyumi's steam-propelled fist, and struck forward, the hit impacting the armor with enough strength to dent it lightly. She took a few steps back, panting.

They were both strong. Fuyumi was skilled, and Shinomori was strong enough that, if she failed dodging even once, she would have been knocked out.

She danced around their blows, bringing up and down her sword with a grace and skill that wasn't her own. She knew that Tutoria was a cheat code, but that cheat code was running dangerously low. Izumi had maybe two minutes left, probably less, and once that was down she would have to waste a slot on Crash Pain just to be able to work despite her aching muscles and strained bones.

She hit and hit, each blow denting armor, leaving bruises or, once or twice in Fuyumi's case, breaking bones. Shinomori's One for All was apparently strengthening his body enough that he could apparently take a blow without breaking the bones, but he did seem to be suffering the effect of her blows. With that in mind, she focused on Fuyumi. Shinomori was pretty much as strong as his Quirk made him, but if she could take out Fuyumi's armor, then she could take out half of her opponent's strength.

Fuyumi seemed to realize, as she shot upward using steam to propel herself and brought down an axe kick that cracked the ground, even as Izumi used the sword in an upright defensive stance to avoid the blow. Fuyumi's eyes went wide, but Izumi could tell her shoulder was bust. Without Crash Pain, she was bound to be in extreme pain now.

With a step forward, she brought up her weapon and finally, finally managed to hit the jaw of the helmet and take it off, before Shinomori attacked and she had to pull back again. Fuyumi stared at her in shock, but Izumi took a deep breath.

"Plus, Twelfth President of the Student Council, Crash Pain, the Deal to not feel pain." She felt Tutoria vanish, all of her sword skill disappearing, and the relief as she couldn't feel anything. Even the slight aches that did pass through Tutoria were gone, and therein lied the problem. She had just three minutes, then all the pain would hit her at once."

"You could always use that trick." One for All pointed out. Izumi gritted her teeth. "Just saying. We already told you what price She would ask for."

Izumi shook her head, ignoring him, and put away her sword, instead taking a fighting stance. She took a deep breath. "Plus, Fifteenth President of Yuuei Student Council, a user of Triple Necrotic, the ability to take extra damage and then return three times that." She said, raising her fist, "Plus, Sixth President of Yuuei Student Council, a user of Beginner's Hard Luck, the ability to always hit the target."

She darted forward, and Fuyumi made the mistake of attacking. It was a normal reaction, especially when Izumi's opening punch hit her straight in the face.

The punch hit her, and Izumi could tell that it had left a deep cut in her arm where it should have just grazed her. That was Triple Necrotic for you. However, Crash Pain had taken away the actual pain from it, so she punched upward.

Three times the damage was a lot, when you were hit in the face. Fuyumi cried in pain as the fist shattered her jaw, her teeth painfully clacking together, before Izumi followed up with a normal punch, just one that couldn't miss. The fist hit her in the face, Fuyumi shouting. Shinomori came back around, and Izumi knew that there were only two options. She either tried to dodge the blow, or she took it, accepted the extra damage, and used it.

She didn't have long to choose, but it was enough.

She dodged to the side, but purposefully raised her arm. The punch hit her and utterly shattered every bone in her right arm. She grimaced, not feeling the pain but knowing her arm would never be the same. Shinomori looked horrified himself. She muttered a sorry, and then pivoted around, using her working arm, and hit Fuyumi in the chest.

The armor exploded, pieces flying everywhere. Her arm did too, the result of three times One for All enough to bounce back and break it several times over. She cursed. She would have never done this, if it wasn't for the orders. If she wasn't told to do everything she could.

She took a deep breath, and pulled out her sword, her grip light but solid enough. "Struck Down by Love, the ability to always hit the opponent's heart."

Her blade shot up and struck Fuyumi directly in her unprotected chest. She shouted, and then fell to the ground when Izumi followed it up with a final hit to the head. Shinomori dashed in, grabbing her, and took her away to the side using his Teleport. Izumi panted, clenching her sword but knowing it was likely over. She had a new shot at bad luck, plus two arms that were busted the moment she would lose Crash Pain.

"Is she ok?" She asked.

"She will live." Shinomori replied, "You knocked her out, but she isn't in danger, I think." He touched his hear, then frowned.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." Shinomori sighed, "I know."

Then he teleported and appeared next to her. She gasped, barely managing to dive out of the way… only to find he had teleported where she landed. His fist struck her, and she flew back. Shinomori was where she landed, kicking her in the side with enough strength to send her against a tree. She didn't break through, since it was bigger than the one Mustard had slammed into, but she gasped, before Shinomori followed up.

"How…" How was he so good at using Teleport? He shouldn't have been trained in it yet, if he had just…

Just…

But if he hadn't…

Izumi's brain was working overtime, even as her body was battered, only working thanks to Crash Pain. She closed her eyes.

There are two accomplices, a man and a woman. They mentioned a plan. I ran into them while I was taking a stroll at night, but I didn't get to see them.

'We can't be sure about who is in the enemy camp. Kiruka might be fine, but she also might be their best spy. And the JTO might have spies from this True League for All. I'm only trusting you six because you were either attacked, helped fighting the enemy, or are completely new to the Multiverse.'

Revenant's written words struck her head like a sledgehammer.

She closed her eyes.

Of course.

Hikage Shinomori, who had One for All.

Hikage Shinomori, who hated All for One.

Hikage Shinomori, who was strangely willing to help them fight in the Multiverse.

Hikage Shinomori, who she had included among the people they included in their little group.

Hikage Shinomori who was…

'The man in the True League for All…'

She rolled to the side, shakily standing up. Crash Pain had maybe thirty seconds left, then she would lose consciousness.

"Now or never." One for All said, a hint of excitement in its voice.

"Please Izumi." Overzealous Databook begged, "Please…"

"It's that or death, Midoriya." The stern reminder of Struck Down by Love hit her. Would Shinomori kill her? She was a Midoriya, after all.

Revenant had mentioned he sounded conflicted, but now…

Now he really didn't seem that conflicted.

She took a deep breath, as Shinomori struck her and she flew back again.

"Pact." She managed to say through gritted teeth.

-x-

Izumi blinked, looking around. She was in the student council room of Yuuei, sitting at the end of the room, in her usual seat as Council President. The class was noticeably empty. No Tomura playing with his videogames, no Bakugo snarling to challenge her for the seat of Student Council President, no Mirio laughing at the antics of his three kohai, and no Kendo trying to keep up the order. It was just her…

And, sitting at the end of the room, Yuyu Haya. Except, unlike the Yuyu she knew, this one had white hair, and a wry smile on her lips.

"Oh dear." She who Bears Gifts smiled, "It seems you need help, Council President." She commented with a chuckle, "I didn't expect that."

"That's a lie."

"Oh it isn't." She Who Bears Gift moved her hand, and a box of apple juice appeared in her hand. She pulled out the drinking straw, and started to drink, slow sips. She drank the whole box, then vanished it, "It's really not the same thing. I can't wait for this month to finish."

"I need a Pact, She Who Bears Gift." Izumi said, bowing her head, "Please."

"My my, you are really in trouble, Council President." She clapped her hands together, "Oh, I have the perfect idea for this! I'm so excited. But there is a price to pay."

"There is always one. One for All said…"

"I know what One for All said. It's a part of me after all. But I want to clarify the price. I'll give you a power that will allow you to beat Shinomori, and that will last until you win. In exchange…" She frowned, and Izumi noticed a strange look on her face. For the first time in forever, she seemed genuinely undecided on the price. "My my, so many tantalizing options. So many… opportunities." Izumi didn't know what to say, but finally the deity clapped her hands together again, "Yes, I think I will go with this."

She showed her a large light, the power Itsumi would get if she agreed to the pact. "Izumi Midoriya. Your Pact shall be Unlimited Warrior, a once in a lifetime deal." She winked, "In exchange, I ask for a simple thing. You shall contact ten people from ten universes, and offer them a Deal or a Contract. You shall have a month to do this."

"What's the penalty?"

She Who Bears Gift smiled, and she spoke. Izumi's jaw fell. "I-I can't…"

"My dear, I know that if the price of failure was any lower, you would take it. It's a choice, after all." Her smile didn't change, but Izumi felt like she was staring straight into her soul. She probably was, admittedly."

"I accept." Izumi said, her mouth dry. She needed to defeat Shinomori, both to live and to tell the others what was going on. After that… she'd figure out what to do with the demand and the penalty."

The smile on Yuyu Haya's face grew vicious, and that more than anything made it evident that Izumi was really talking with She Who Bears Gift, not with the kind if boyish girl from third year. She grasped the power, and it turned into a flame around She Who Bears Gift's hand. She extended the hand forward. Izumi shook it.

There was a burst of light.

-x-

Izumi slammed against a tree, suddenly back in her real body. For some reason, she realized, rain was starting to fall. A veritable storm, it seemed, if she was being soaked so quickly.

Shinomori stepped forward to finish her. Knock her out or kill her, Izumi would never know, as her Pact activated.

Her bones started to resettle, her arms, bent and broken, straightened up. Her blood seemed to flow back into her wounds, as they vanished, and then she raised a hand and blocked the incoming attack. Her hand shattered, before it repaired again, closing around Shinomori's fist.

"Unlimited Warrior." She muttered, a fire in her eyes, "The Pact to heal instantly from any injury, physical or mental, suffered in battle."

Back to full health, back to full strength. Fatigue was, apparently, an injury too. She grinned. "You know, Shinomori, what I really hate?"

She slammed her fist forward, hitting him in the jaw. "I hate traitors."

And the Unlimited Warrior dashed forward, knowing she would soon have a price to pay, one way or another.

She didn't know what to do. So she screamed, as she pushed forward. Shinomori punched her, and his fist, due to Triple Necrotic, was enough to complete annihilate her jaw.

Then she punched forward, as her jaw came back in place, like it had never been hit.

But the damage inflicted had still been inflicted, and the triple of that…

Shinomori was sent flying through a tree himself. The man was saved by One for All, and an old one, then another, and then another. As he stumbled back up, Izumi was on him. "Why?"

"Because I was afraid…" Shinomori muttered, unable to stand up with both his legs broken, "I… I am scared of All for One." He admitted, tears falling from his face "I want him to die… I… They told me I never win… That I always die… And so…"

"You made a deal with the devil." She replied, figuring out the rest, "You agreed to help them, and in exchange they would kill All for One for you."

"Yeah…" He smiled, "Can you blame me?"

Izumi wanted to, but what could she say? She had done the same thing right now. He was scared of dying like she was, and had agreed to a terrible deal like she had. Was she in a position to criticize? "I won't blame you."

"Eh... I guess you Izuku aren't-"

A flash of light.

A strike through the head.

And Shinomori fell limp. Izumi held her breath in horror at the dead man.

-x-

Sitting on her magic broom, the witch sighed, her wand shining a bright red for a moment longer before it returned to normal. "Ah, Shinomori, you were a disappointment from beginning to end, but I guess I owe you All for One's death."

The witch shook her head. To think Shinomori had gone and failed so early. Well, not exactly failed. He had recovered a lot of hair samples. She supposed, after all, he id have some use.

The killer moved on, looking around. "This is pretty good stuff." She said, "I get the entertainment value, and seeing what the League can do will be pretty useful."

She fixed her hat as the rain started to grow stronger. "Pity for the weather." Her eyes moved toward the towers, and at the storm clouds above it. "But I suppose that's interesting as well."

-x-

Spider-Dekiru pulled in a few demons and threw them at the gunman. He dodged aside, but the six-limbed Hero didn't stop, instead grabbing more and tossing them aside. He smiled. Damn, the guy was good. He extended another web, three limbs worth summed up in a single, powerful thread, but Kitsune pushed it aside and it slammed into another Demon instead. Spider-Dekiru smiled, pulled him in, and then launched him up. "Baaaall!" He shouted, and a thunder promptly incinerated the falling Demon.

Itsumi was further off fighting the Prowler, and he was doing well keeping the Gunman and Kitsune busy. With the other Izukus trying to focus on Nine, Zombie was free to take care of more and more Demons, so they were doing well.

Frankly, this was going too well. He was Spider-Man, he knew good things didn't last.

The wind picked up, and rain started to fall. He glanced to Nine, wondering if maybe he was strengthening again the localized tornado he was trying to use against Horizon, but his expression seemed… surprised.

"Ohi!" A voice called from above. Looking up, Spider-Dekiru saw a man flying in the sky above them. His hand pointed upward, and even from where he was the fusion could see the large smile on his face. "Everyone! Sorry to barge in like this, but I'm here to pick up your slack!"

Dekiru didn't know the guy, but Spider-Man did. He had met him several times over the years. They weren't close or anything, but he knew him as a good Hero. No, an excellent one. The Guardian of Osaka, some called him, or Gale.

"I'm Stormlord!" He shouted, and Spider-Dekiru sighed. Oh, that wasn't good, "Nice to meet you all! Can't wait to have a good fight!"

"Shit…" Spider-Dekiru murmured, "Going a bit overboard with bad luck, aren't we?"

"Show me what it means to be strong enough to take on the Multiverse. And let us all have a good time!" Inasa Yoarashi, in a version that was apparently fight-crazed and older, smiled as a veritable rainstorm started to fall toward them.

(XX)

Guests:
The Green Scar from the Green Scar worldbuilding thread by Quantum01 and the Green Scar fic by Pro-man
Spider-Dekiru is a fusion of:
Spider-Man based on Amazing Fantasy by The Infamous Man
Dekiru from Dekiru: The Fusion Hero by | OmegaInfinity |

No one ever expects the Shiketsu number one from first year!
Seriously, no one ever does, I'm convinced even Horikoshi completely forgot Inasa exists. But not me! I wanted an enthusiastic Stormlord, and sure as heck this version of Inasa is doing that. You will have to wait for his powers though ;)

So, going from the beginning. Martian was outmatched, but he got a good last laugh on the Green Scar. The Green Scar himself is just fun to write. You might have noticed his attacks are based on Mewni's royal families. In this case, rather than homages, I feel like it's a threat.
Also, the 'two fingers slap' is a reference to the finishing move of Shiina from Oumagadoki Zoo, Horikoshi's first manga. After all, rabbit for rabbit...
Still, our Green Scar is now in a bit of a bind. He will probably have to use his grit of a survivor to push through.

Anubis' power system is pretty fun, and it mashes well with others. Part of me wanted to finish the fight this chapter, however it goes, but I had already set it up to finish soon but not now, soooo... Yeah, consider it act two of a three act structure of the fight.

Of course, the central conflict of the power is Izumi, her realization of who Shinomori is, and her Pact. What did she promise as penalty for not paying? We shall wait and find out.

RIP Shinomori. You did a good job as a traitor. I wonder if someone conclusively called it. I definitely know one reader was suspicious.
As for our mysterious witch... Well, you can probably guess her identity just considering who are the most showcased members of the True League for All.

Next week, the thrilling conclusion of some more matches, and we enter the finishing part of the arc. Hope you will enjoy this to the end!