Third chapter, third chapter whoooo. Let's see how far I can take this daily update schedule. Probably gonna regret it, but I live for these things. Thank you for reading and if you liked it, drop me a review or something. I see everything. Have fun!

Let it be known that Percy Jackson was a sharp boy. Despite how often the wrong words came out of his mouth due to his lack of filters, he had a brave heart and was always getting back up even when he was kicked down. The main reason his grades were as abysmal as they were was mostly due to his dyslexia and ADHD, for one could not even hope to begin understanding lessons if even the slightest hint of movement drew one's attention away from the (admittedly boring) teacher. That and he had gotten tired of getting beaten into the ground, so he kept his head down and attempted to fade into the background. Sometimes he was successful, but his innate ability to draw in the loners, the outsiders and the freaks tended to ruin his plans more often than not. So, he had gotten careful. He had gotten used to watching for signs of danger, for the escape route that no bully would block and how to navigate his way out of a tight spot. For all the sass and spite, Perseus Jackson was still just a child with more than enough smarts to secure him a good life, if he had been normal. So, walking out into the rain(which didn't affect the weird camp), he watched curiously as his mother, always so cautious and worn out because of what she had to do to make ends meet, tug the hood of the man(Kaneki, or Ken as his mom had called him) over the startling white hair with a look of gentle exasperation on her face that she normally reserved for him, he chose his words carefully before speaking.

"So when were you going to tell me about your new boyfriend?" Percy mentally slapped himself when the words that came out his mouth were the ones that he had marked in his head as "the worst possible thing to say". Unsurprisingly, his mother jumped at the sudden sound, shaken from whatever thoughts she was lost in. She spluttered and waved her hands frantically, rambling about nothing in particular(and the blonde girl who had been beside her shot him a dirty look that he pointedly ignored) before she regained her composure.

"Ken isn't my boyfriend. He's a friend," she heavily emphasized that word, "and he was also responsible for how much better our lives got." despite the casual nature of the second half of her statement, Percy still felt like he had been punched in the gut. Briefly, his brain rewinded to the day Gabe Ugliano, not-so-affectionately dubbed "Smelly Gabe"(by yours truly) behind his back, had disappeared from their lives. Sally Jackson had been much happier after that, and something he had found odd but had not pointed out was how she had suddenly been able to spend more time with him and afford better items even as a single mother with only one job(plus a side hobby of writing). When he finally asked about it one day, she had mentioned a new employer, one that was generous and had helped her.

"So he's the one who's been paying you? Did you know that he was…" Percy gestured to the heaps of golden dust scattered on the ground and then to the one responsible for it all. Like a force of nature, one that had decided that the best course of action was to fight, he had utterly destroyed the monsters, including Mrs Dodds, who had somehow come back from the dead, with almost contemptuous ease. His mom bit her lip, shaking her head but looking thoughtful.

"No, I assumed he was a regular mortal. The only reason I stuck with Gabe was because he was so disgustingly mortal that he could mask your demigod nature. That plan was ruined after meeting Ken and I hoped that he was mortal enough that his scent would mask yours even without meeting you. When nothing showed up, I was surprised that it actually worked. Now that I think about it however, he had most likely been killing all the monsters that showed up. I always wondered why he was being so kind to me...maybe it was because he was trying to protect you? He clearly knows about how the world truly works, so perhaps he knew that you were a demigod?" and that was the next big question, wasn't it? One moment he was suffering through another day of school, next his world was turned on its head and he was dropped into the realm of Greek gods, monsters and everything in between. He had plenty of questions, and the first of them was already on the tip of his tongue when a hand gently rested itself on his shoulder. Turning around, he met the kindly face of Mr Brunner(with a new upgrade from the wheelchair, considering the horse legs). Breathing out the word "centaur" quietly, he watched the semblance of a smile flicker on his former teacher's face before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"Perhaps we should take this somewhere else Percy. You must have many questions and the answers to them are long overdue. Follow me. Mrs Jackson, you can come along as well if you want to." he watched her gaze shift from them to the still sleeping form of one Kaneki Ken and something in his chest stirred uncomfortably at the sight. Noticing her indecision, Mr Brunner smiled wryly.

"Of course, if you would prefer to watch over Mr Kaneki, I would understand." Sally Jackson said nothing, before slowly leaning down to check the hood she had tugged onto Kaneki's head to shield him from the rain and a look of affection mixed with some bitterness crossed her face. Straightening up, she reached out to grasp Percy's hand, which he accepted gratefully.

"No, if anything happens, he can take care of himself. This is more important. Let's go."

Chiron led Percy and his mother into what the campers affectionately called The Big House(emphasis on "The"), noticing with no small amount of surprise and concern that Dionysus was nowhere to be found, After searching for a few moments, a piece of paper with the smell of wine wafting from it got his attention from its place on a wall, defying gravity with no clear support holding it up.

Father called a meeting. It most likely has to do with that new kid, Peter Johnson or something. Either that or the little stunt Hades pulled and the guy who scared him off.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Of course. On one hand, it meant that he could converse with the duo who were currently looking around in peace(and without the chance of them being driven mad or turned into dolphins/grapes) but on the other, it meant that the slumbering human just outside Camp Half-Blood was in danger. That is, if he was even a human in the first place. He didn't try to enter the camp before permission was granted, so there was a chance that he was just an old, experienced demigod. Of course, Chiron would have remembered someone so unique in Camp Half-Blood, even if he had only been around for a short period of time. The other possibilities were that he had somehow managed to survive on his own(with his fighting ability, it wouldn't be hard, but he doubted that Kaneki had possessed such prowess his entire life) or he wasn't of Greek origins. The second possibility would open up another can of worms that he wasn't willing to touch just yet. So, gesturing for the other two people in the room to take a seat, he waited for the first question(and he couldn't take a seat because he had forgotten his wheelchair).

Surprisingly, the whole talk didn't actually take that long. After a few cursory questions about monsters, demigods and the origins of them, Percy had fallen silent, a look in his eyes that spoke of a shrewd intellect hidden carefully. Something that he had noticed about the young man ever since the first day Grover had notified him about a powerful half-blood in the school. For how often he got into trouble and his tendency to lapse into a daze during lessons, occasionally, he would do something that would remind Chiron he wasn't dealing with a typical teenager. For one so young, he held himself with more confidence than most adults, going about every action with a type of certainty that only came from careful planning and thinking. He smiled bitterly, clenching a fist. If Grover had been correct about the whole thing, Percy would have that faith in himself tested over and over again, and the only thing that would keep him going would be his determination. He hoped against hope that he was wrong about who he guessed was his godly parent, but instincts and experience told him that his predictions would be accurate. He was shaken from his musing by a new question.

"So where does that Kaneki guy fit into this?" Chiron smiled again, this time with some pride, at the excellent question. So it was a shame…

"Unfortunately, I do not know where Mr Kaneki fits into this. This is the first time I have encountered him, although his mask does seem familiar. That will require some research. From the limited information that I have with me, he is a clear-sighted mortal, like your mother who has experience with the Greek world and fighting the monsters that plague us. His weapon is like nothing I've ever seen, and I would remember a sword like that. Skeletons are incredibly difficult to kill, considering they tend to reform, like those birthed from dragon teeth, so a weapon that can kill them in a single hit is incredibly valuable and hard to find. The last time I remember a weapon like that being in possession of a demigod was when a son of Ares had a spear that absorbed life energy, but also his stamina. More often than not, powerful weapons have incredible drawbacks. Yet…" he trailed off, abruptly remembering the havoc Kaneki Ken had brought down on the monsters which had dared to fight against him.

"He didn't seem to have any adverse effects considering how long he was fighting, then again, the fight was over quick. Apart from the fact that he immediately stopped to take a nap after Hades ran away. Kaneki Ken is an incredibly interesting person." Percy frowned, fingers twitching for a few moments before shooting a glance at Mrs Jackson. She was oddly quiet despite the situation, having answered only a few questions and added a few supplementary points to Chiron's explanations earlier. It seemed like her mind was still fixated on the man they were discussing. She didn't respond to the glance, choosing to look down at her hands, lost in some memory that he couldn't discern. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Percy released a long, drawn out sigh of annoyance. Interlacing his fingers, he began speaking.

"Hades is the god of the Underworld, right? Last time I checked, gods were immortal. At the sight of Mr Kaneki's weapon, he vanished pretty quickly. Does that mean he has a god-killer as a weapon? Has such a thing ever existed?" a cold chill ran down his spine at the point brought up. He quickly ran through his memories, as many of them as they were, and came up short. A pit started to form in his stomach. That would be bad.

"Gods can't be killed, but they can fade if people stop believing in them or incapacitated like how Kronus was by the gods. A god-killer has never existed. We'll just have to hope that Kaneki Ken was just so dangerous that Hades decided the smart thing was to retreat, instead of disappearing because Kaneki could actually kill him. If that was the case, everyone would be hunting him down by now, the gods in fear of being destroyed and other sinister forces, provided they still exist, in order to give them an edge against the gods. For how little we know about him, he's already set himself up as a major threat to anyone who dares to stand against him." at this point, Mrs Jackson finally raised her head. Chiron felt a pang of pity at the sheer amount of confusion that he could see in her eyes, understandable, considering how her world had been shaken(considering how she was acquainted with Kaneki, the fact that she was surprised about his ability implied that she had been left in the dark).

"Ken has never shown any signs of knowing about this world. Although, I've always felt that he was a little off in the way he acted. He looks young, but sometimes he acts really old. He runs a cafe called RE, which he stated was a way of remembering a friend, but sometimes he slips up and calls it Anteiku. I met him about a year or two ago when he stopped me from getting…" Mrs Jackson gave her son a look, before grimacing and ekking out the word "raped". Percy's eyes immediately narrowed and they darkened alarmingly, hostile intent clear. Chiron couldn't blame him, he was also feeling the urge to hunt down whoever had dared to do such a thing(and that was another bit to add to the profile of Kaneki in his head). She took a deep breath to steady herself and continued, obviously in pain at remembering what was surely a bad memory.

"He practically appeared out of thin air, then knocked the guy out with one punch. He was...persuasive and I explained what was going on after he just kept me company for close to an hour. Then he offered me a job, with a surprisingly high pay despite the fact that it was a relatively simple job. At the time, I thought that he was just being kind, excessively kind, considering the stories I got from the other workers and how he had found them in similar situations. Now, it seems like he was just preparing for...this I guess." Chiron decided that this conversation was just going downhill with every bit of information that was added to it. Which was probably what the enigma given solid form had planned to happen, if even a fraction of what they suspected about him was true. It was probably time to go back and check on him anyway. Percy piped up, with an air of savage glee around him that didn't belong to a child his age.

"How about we ask the man himself? I have some questions of my own for him." his mother and teacher shared a glance over his head, an unspoken agreement passing between them to stop him from doing anything stupid. Abruptly, the smell of wine grew stronger, and with the sound of a cork popping from a bottle, Dionysus reappeared, an oddly serious look on his face. At the questioning looks sent his way, he waved a hand and started speaking in a tone so dry it belonged in a desert.

"Father has decided that the mortal needs to die, because no mortal, or person, or anything really, should have a god-killer with him. Instead of smiting him, which would be the easiest thing to do, he decided to send the Hunters after him. They should be arriving any second now." before the last word could leave his mouth, the trio were already rushing out the door. He got a single glimpse of a now-awake Kaneki Ken surrounded by the Hunters. He looked unruffled, calmly hefting the sword onto his shoulder before settling into a stance, body lowered and both hands gripping onto his weapon like it was a baseball bat. His eyes flicked to check if the black aura that meant "god-killer" mode was on(cause apparently he did have a god-killer) and was slightly relieved to see that it wasn't there. Only slightly because it was one mortal against the equivalent of Olympus' special forces, but the last time he had faced seemingly impossible odds as one person...bad things happened. He had a brief image of body parts flying in every direction with one swing of the impossible weapon. As Chiron went through a minor mental breakdown, Kaneki's eyes settled on one Hunter in particular, a small smirk gracing his face. Before he could check who had just become the target of the mortal, Kaneki swung the blade as arrows began their flight towards him. Chiron was immediately more focused on not dying as girls began to fly through the air, somehow propelled by the sheer force of the sword swing that had also cut most of the arrows out of the air. Casually slipping on the leather mask he had used to frighten Hades earlier, he popped a clearly dislocated shoulder back into place and blurred, reappearing just before he entered the forest. Seemingly not noticing the two arrows protruding from his back and the angry goddess on his tail, he gave a two finger salute in Chiron's general direction. Pausing only to deflect the daggers heading for his face, he executed a textbook roundhouse kick into the midriff of Artemis, staggering her, before vanishing into the forest. Staring at the various positions the Hunters had ended up in(one was even dangling off the roof of The Big House), Percy uttered a single word.

"Fuck."

Mrs Jackson, still watching the chaos with an expression that screamed she was done with the situation, reached out and cuffed his head.

I do not know if this is on time. My sleep schedule is complete shit and I should probably try to fix it while lockdown is on. Whatever. Here's a chapter more focused on world-building, the next will definitely be more fighting. I hope you enjoyed. Next chapter in three days, hopefully.