Author Notes:

This is a new fanfiction that I'm starting about Hero Academia and God of Highschool. I got the inspiration from when I started to rewatch the Hero Academia series with my buddy who's really enjoying it now. I was also reading God of Highschool again and thought that they would work well together.

If you haven't read God of Highschool, I'm sorry but you'll be a little confused by many of the terms coined and might have to figure out what they mean with the wiki or just the read the damn webtoon. Because I highly recommend it. It might start slow, but it gets really hyped.

The first chapter is heavily inspired by My Ideal Academia, so I give the author, Saraak, full credit for it. He just made the perfect chapter to describe what would happen when someone's brought to another world. But don't worry the rest of the chapters are solely my own creations.

Edit: I know my writing wasn't the greatest in this chapter and my POV was all over the place, but I assure you it gets better as I go on. You know what they say, a writer is continuously growing. And I am doing just that.

Hope you enjoy,

HailToTheSnail

Chapter 1 - The God of Hero Academia

He was falling. That much was certain. But he wasn't scared, in fact he was smiling.

"We won," Mori said breathlessly.

He'd done it. No, that wasn't right. They'd done it. All of them. Him, Mira, Daewi, Ilpyo, Mubong, and his grandpa. They'd dethroned the gods. They'd saved the world.

Mori squealed ecstatically, not a care in the world. He'd finally have his life back. He could return to his grandpa. Have a normal life again and be done with all this god nonsense.

He summoned his trusty Nimbus Cloud. His faithful companion conjuring beneath him as he landed on it safely. "Take me back to grandpa," Mori said, his eyes brimming with joy from his long overdue reunion with his only family. He'd waited for more than a few years and damn it all if he were going to wait any longer.

The magical cloud didn't hesitate, descending below the clouds and towards where it's master's friends and family recovered.

As Mori drew closer, he could make out the distinguishable form of his friends and allies Daewi, Ilpyo, and Mubong. And beyond them, the one he'd been waiting to meet up with, his grandpa. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to fall and they did. He didn't care. He was just so glad to see him after how many years.

When the brown-haired boy was no closer than a hundred meters to the ground he jumped off of his Nimbus Cloud without a care and tackled his grandpa to the ground. A plume of dirt shot up as if a mine had detonated.

Surely this would have led to the immediate death of both parties if they were normal, but to both Mori and Tae Jin, this was a love tap at most. "Get off of me, Mori," Tae Jin chuckled, pushing his grandson away. He cracked his neck. "I'm too old for you to be doing that."

"I missed you, grandpa," Mori sniffled, ignoring his father figure's words and clutching him even tighter. It calmed him down more than he'd admit.

Tae Jin stopped pushing and his adoptive son buried himself further into the grandpa's dobuk. He felt his grandpa's chest rumble. "I did too, Mori," he finally replied, raking his fingers through his grandson's hair. "I did too."

They stayed like that for a few moments before Mori looked up at Tae Jin and frowned. "Grandpa, were you crying?" he asked suddenly. He noticed there were tear marks along his face, making it evident he had been. He smiled teasingly. "You were!"

Tae Jin pouted. Something unbecoming of someone his age. "No, I wasn't crying. Why would I be crying?" he challenged, daring his grandson to say otherwise.

Oblivious to this, Mori chuckled. "Come on," he said, nudging his grandpa in the side. "I can tell that you were crying. You've got tear marks staining your face. Is it because you lost that fight to the one-eyed red guy?"

Tae Jin looked away. "That's impossible," he countered. "I didn't lose."

Mori continued to laugh at his grandpa's expense without a care in the world. And soon enough so did his grandpa. This was what he'd missed. Just mindless nonsense like this. It made him feel normal and kept him relaxed.

After he'd settled down, Tae Jin smiled at him. "You've grown so much, Mori," he fawned, ruffling his grandson's hair. "I want us to live together now. Would you like that?"

Tears threatened Mori's vision when he heard those words. From the time his grandpa left him till now. This was all he ever wished for again. And now it was coming true. It made the whole journey worth it. He smiled happily. "Yeah, I'd like that."

They went back and forth on the house and such trivial things until a certain devil-haired man approached them. They both quieted though once they saw Mubong Park.

"What do you want?" Tae Jin asked. "I don't have–"

"I'm just here to thank you for all that you and your grandson have done for us today," Mubong admitted, extending his hand. "Without the both of you we'd have surely been defeated by the gods. So on behalf of all of humanity; Thank you."

Tae Jin looked at the man's hand and shook it carefully. "If this is your way of keeping tabs on me, then just stop. I won't interfere with your grand utopia if you just leave me alone," the old man compromised. "I plan on living in peace with my grandson from now on," he looked down at his adoptive son caringly. "So just bug off, alright?"

Mubong sighed and stepped back. "Very well," he resigned, accepting the terms set for him. "I hope you find peace. I won't bother you any further."

A lazy smile was plastered across Mori's face. "I'm not dreaming am I? You're really back for good?" he asked, looking up at his grandpa with tired eyes. With his adrenaline dwindling, the Monkey King's vision blurred. "I'm a little tired, grandpa," he admitted quietly.

Tae Jin smiled reassuringly. "Get some rest, kid," he told his grandson, holding him upright. "You deserve it. Besides, I've heard sleep is the greatest medicine."

Mori nodded, his head drooping. Even still he asked. "You're not going anywhere? Right?" his fear was blatant as he was too tired to mask it.

"Nope," Tae Jin replied earnestly. I'm staying this time."

"Seriously, you can't go anywhere," Mori said, his eyes closing slowly. "If I wake up and you're not there I'll… I'll beat you up the next time I see you."

Tae Jin chuckled. "I'd like to see you try," he countered before his voice went soft. "But I'm really, truly not going anywhere this time. I'm here for good."

"Good," Mori said. His fears now alleviated, he snuggled up against his father figure. "Because it's my turn to make you happy now, grandpa. I promise."

He felt sleep overwhelm him but knowing that his grandpa would be there next he woke, he was happy. The dream that he'd been waiting for since he was six was finally coming true. It was really happening and he knew his grandpa wouldn't break a promise like—

CRUNCH!

Blood splattered across Mori's face and his eyes opened quickly.

Tae Jin grunted as he glared back. "What do you think you're trying to do to my grandson?" he growled through the blood building in his mouth.

A lesser man would piss his pants and back down, Mubong just yanked his hand back out of the bigger man's chest, leaving a gaping hole. "Getting rid of humanity's last problem," he said as a matter of fact. "The final god that plagues our Earth."

Mubong's words fell on deaf ears, as Mori stared at the hole punched into his grandpa's chest. His whole world had shattered just like that. His dream, his life, and everything that he'd wanted and been waiting for. Gone in an instant. It was almost too cruel.

Red. That was the color that filled the Mori's vision and the color he wanted to draw from someone he thought was an ally. Mubong Park. The bastard. He would pay.

"Mubong Park!" Mori shouted, growling at the man who'd just betrayed him. He lunged at the man, ready to rip out his throat, but stumbled and fell to one knee when he felt his strength sapped spontaneously.

There was a strong presence radiation above him and he looked up to see a purple chalice of sorts. It was what was causing his powers to be drained.

"Mori Jin, you must not know since you were in the Divine Realm," Mubong informed. "But that is the Holy Grail. One of the few human weapons capable of combating a god."

Mori's eyes bulged at that. Humans had a way of fighting the gods. And he hadn't used it to stop 666:Satan. The lives that were taken…

Before he could think too much on that matter, Mori's heart fluttered as his grandpa slammed the back of his head into Mubong's forehead. He was still alive. Damn that old man had given him quite the scare.

"Leave my grandson out of this," Tae Jin growled.

Mubong tsked. "I cannot. Even though he's helped out humanity today, what's not to say that he'll be our enemy tomorrow? It's now the Age of Humans. There's no place for gods in this new age, he'll only be a potential problem in the future."

The man continued. "Did you know, Tae Jin, that this entire plan began thanks to you? After losing to you seventeen years ago, I was enlightened to the truth," he explained, giving his own piece of wisdom. "That if a martial arts warrior could beat a Borrowed Power warrior. Shouldn't we be ruling over them? Not the other way around?"

Tae Jin snarled. "You shameful little punk. Who died and made you god?"

"No one did. I'm just choosing to lead humans to a better tomorrow. And that tomorrow doesn't require gods," Mubong admitted, sparing a glance towards Mori. His eyes returned to Tae Jin. "And if you plan on stopping me from ridding the world of the last god then I'll even give up my body to make sure that you can't and won't."

Even from where he was, Mori watched as Mubong sacrificed an arm to rip another hole in his grandpa's chest. His heart plummeted. He wanted to cry out and felt the wetness under his eyes but there was nothing he could do except watch in a bitter rage. His breath was giving up.

Mubong's gaze then locked onto Mori and he glared at the man with as much hate as he could muster. The man walked up to the god's pitiful form. "I don't do this because I hate you, Mori Jin. In fact I appreciate everything you've done for us. And for that I thank you," the man said. His eyes hardened. "But this is for humanity. And you have no place in its future. I hope you understand," he raised his arm towards the Holy Grail. It glowed even brighter.

Mori screamed in pain. His powers were being forcefully drawn from his body and devoured by the grail. Although no flames ate away at his flesh, he felt himself burning up. The phantom flames licked away at his flesh as he slowly faded away.

His vision failed him slowly while his energy was sapped but something behind Mubong's blurry figure caught his attention. It was his grandpa. His leg poised, readying a kick. He knew that form and technique; flawless and powerful.

Tae Jin's leg crashed into Mubong's shoulder and the man crumpled to the ground, having probably broken his shoulder.

Mori felt the link to the Holy Grail weaken and his cries of pain stopped. He recovered enough to see his grandpa smiling though he was clutching at his wounds tightly, trying to suppress the river of blood. "Mori please stay alive and… don't hate humans too much," he mumbled.

The brown-haired boy scrambled to his feet desperately but fell back down. That didn't stop him and he crawled towards his grandpa. He wasn't going to let him die now. Not when they just found each other again. He wouldn't allow—

"Argh!" Mori saw the horror and helplessness written on Tae Jin's face as the Holy Grail shone even brighter than it had before. If he'd been screaming a few seconds ago, then he was shrieking right now. He felt like his heart was being ripped out. Chunk by chunk.

Through his pain induced high, he heard Mubong's laughter. Haunting him. "You thought that if you finished me off, it'd stop?" he asked incredulously. "It's the Holy Grail, you fool! An instrument meant to kill a god! It can't be stopped!"

Light started flaking off of Mori before slowly building up on the boy as his shrieking reached a crescendo. Then nothing. The light shattered off his figure and he felt pain no longer. Everything was still.

His grandpa was still staring on in horror and helplessness. Mubong watched on passively. The Holy Grail shone down from up above. And even Daewi and Illpyo were in his sight, having probably come to investigate his screams.

And because everything stood still, he knew the Holy Grail had completed its objective. He was dying. His brain was surging with the last blood from his heart and he was perceiving time faster than his eyes could keep up. It was quickly fading.

He gazed at the loving face of his grandpa, trying to take it all in. And although he couldn't speak, he apologized. Sorry, grandpa. Looks like I won't be able to make you happy…

And as everything started to move again. He felt his eyes grow heavy and his body locked up. He fell to the ground hard and saw the despair written on his grandpa's face. His heart wrenched even though it no longer lived and tears streamed even though they couldn't. He was dead.

The sound of traffic tickled Mori's ears and stirred him. Was he dead?

No, that couldn't be right. There was no way in heaven or hell there'd be the sound of traffic. That was too much even for the latter. He peeked an eye open.

He was laid out in the dark recesses of an alleyway, his body splayed all over the insides of a dumpster.

The first thing that caught Mori's attention was the fact that he was still alive. As in, the Holy Grail hadn't erased his existence from reality. Which was odd as he thought that the mortal instrument was absolute. At least that was what Mori Hui's memories had shown him.

And with that thought, flooded the torrent of nauseating memories that had escaped his mind for the few seconds that he'd awoken. He felt his eyes sting as his salty tears threatened to spill and he wiped at them furiously in an attempt to stop them from falling. It only made them more puffy and red though, not helping in the slightest.

Mori shook his head. He could mourn later. There were other priorities that took precedence over his grandpa right now. Like his friends. What happened to them? Did Mubong kill them like he did his grandpa? How much time had passed?

He made to stand but stopped when he felt something smooth push up against his left hand. He looked down and his eyes widened but it quickly turned into a small smile. Ruyi Jingu Bang. A mouthful he supposed. He called it Yeoui. It was a stone staff that he'd received from the Dragon King's palace and his most prized possession.

Oddly enough, Yeoui was whole once more. He'd thought it'd been snapped in half during his fight with 666:Satan. But hey, it was in his best interest that it was restored. Why look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

Another thing he took notice of was his clothing. They weren't his divine armor that he was wearing when he was 'erased from existence'. In fact, he was wearing something rather tame. A plain white form fitting tank top, slim black jeans, a grey sweater tied around his waist, and red high tops. Kinda like what he used to wear.

Though that did raise concerns regarding his divine armor, Yongpyo. It was gone. The thing could be a danger to the world if it fell into the wrong hands. Albeit, said person would have to be deemed worthy enough to wear it, so the world was a bit safer for now.

The other objects of importance were his Gourd and Kinto-Un, which he knew he could call at any point. In fact, he felt his link to them even now, securing his ease.

"Now to find out where I am," Mori said seriously, hopping out of the dumpster and jogging out of the disgusting alleyway he'd found himself having woken up in.

When he emerged onto the streets, he was surprised to find that people, a lot of them at that, were roaming the streets without a shred of fear for the gods. Which in of itself was amazing, if not odd. Yet even so, what was even more interesting was the Power Borrowers among the population. They weren't even trying to hide their capabilities. People were openly using their skills for menial tasks such as levitating groceries into their baskets.

What's going on? Mori thought. He was greatly confused. How long had he been out for? What could prompt such change in the general population so quickly? Only one conclusion came to mind, he'd been asleep for a long, long time.

There was no time to dwell on the matter though. He needed to find his friends and quickly at that. They were in danger with Mubong Park and he wasn't about to let that devil take them away. He'd already lost his grandpa, he wasn't about to lose his friends as well. He raced out into the streets to start asking some questions.

"Do you know Mubong Park?"

"Who?"

"How about you?"

"Sorry, don't know him."

"Have you heard of Mubong Park?"

"Is that a place?"

"Do you know where Mubong Park is? Please tell me!"

"Get the fuck off me!"

Mori stepped back from the man and growled. He was getting nowhere with this questioning. Everyone here was either an idiot or a simpleton. Though there was hardly a need to differentiate the two. He really just wanted—

BOOM! BAM! CRASH!

Mori turned to the noise and stepped back before a gorilla trampled him. It charged through lampposts and benches effortlessly as it ran down the sidewalk. Strangely enough, it was also carrying an entire ATM machine over its shoulder.

A store clerk also ran past him, panting heavily. "Someone stop that thief!" he shouted.

Mori ignored his pleas for help. He didn't have time to deal with this. His friends were in trouble and they were his top priority. Not some two bit thief. Now where was Mubong Park?

"Get out of the way, or I'll charge right through you," the gorilla shouted.

Mori looked back and his heart wrenched. Standing in the path of the primate was a father and his little girl. The father's leg was buried under a lamppost and the child was desperately trying to pull him out from underneath.

Mori tensed up at the dire situation but started walking. This wasn't his problem.

The father grabbed his daughter's face in his hands. "Listen sweetie," the father said, getting his daughter's attention. "You have to go. Leave me. I'll be fine! The heroes will get here soon!"

The girl shook her head as tears and snot covered her face. "No daddy. I can't," she sniffed. "I won't leave you."

The gorilla was closing in fast and the father swore under his breath, pulling his child to his chest and shielding her as best he could from the rampaging primate.

"I warned you!" the gorilla roared, as it reached the father and daughter duo that were in its path. Ready to leave corpses in its wake. "Time to die!"

"Someone help!" the kid cried.

"Expand, Yeoui."

Just as the gorilla was about to barrel through the family, a pillar of stone shot towards the primate and buried it into the side of a cargo truck. It sat there in a daze.

Mori stabbed Yeoui forward again. "Expand again, Yeoui," he ordered. The bo staff shot towards the gorilla once more though it seemed the primate was a little more in it that he thought as it dodged out of the way. His weapon retracted to its normal length with another quick word from the brown-haired boy.

The gorilla then glared at the kid, his eyes seething with rage. "Kid thinks he's a pro hero, does he?" he asked, deeply amused by that fact. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the family. Good. That's what he wanted.

But what did the gorilla mean by a professional hero? As far Mori could remember professional heroes weren't a thing when he lost his powers. Did this mean something?

He was drawn from his musing when he jumped back to avoid becoming street art. The gorilla's fist destroyed the pavement where he'd been standing.

"You're quick on your feet kid," the gorilla said. "What's your name?"

The Monkey King paused before answering. "Mori Jin," he replied. "And you?"

"They call me Gorilla Grodd," the gorilla boasted. He shook his head and waved a hand. "But that hardly matters. You'll be dead and I'll be out of here before the real heroes get here. Now die!" he shouted, charging ahead bullheadedly.

Even though Mori could tell that he had lost a tremendous amount of power due to the Holy Grail. He knew he still had plenty of strength to deal with this stupid gorilla. He sighed. Though he had to make it quick, otherwise he'd be wasting time he didn't have.

"Renewal Gor Yo," Mori called, as his leg shot out towards Grodd's head twice in rapid succession, stopping its advance and making the gorilla stumble back.

With that fumble, Mori pressed his advantage. "Renewal Dragon Catcher," he said, hooking his leg behind Grodd's neck before spinning and sending the gorilla into the ground.

The gorilla lashed out though and forced him to jump back before it stood up quickly and threw a punch at the brown-haired boy.

"Renewal Lowest Hoechook," Mori continued, ducking underneath the powerful punch and sweeping Grodd's legs from beneath himself. "Expand, Yeoui," he comboed. His staff expanded and crashed into the gorilla's upper torso, sending him flying back.

Mori chased after Grodd, catching up to him while he was still in the air. He then plowed a knee into the gorilla's stomach. "Renewal Baekdu," he said, before following that up with a double elbow slam into the ground. "Renewal Canine."

Grodd fell to the ground and groaned. Though the gorilla still stood up which impressed Mori somewhat. If it were the old him, he'd have thought about bringing this primate into his family of apes. Then again, it didn't change the fact that he'd stolen money and had been about to kill a family. He had to be taken down.

The gorilla looked over at the brown-haired boy across from him warily. Seemed he was taking Mori as a threat now. He tsked. That was annoying to say the least. It meant he'd have to fight a little more seriously. He needed to end it.

As Mori came closer, Grodd stumbled back. It amused the Monkey King somewhat. What didn't was the lamppost swung at his head in a wide horizontal arc.

Mori raised Yeoui and took the full brunt of the attack on it. Not even budging an inch.

Grodd continued to pound away at Yeoui with the lamppost until the latter was turned into a pretzel from the traumatic force. The gorilla threw aside the now useless piece of metal.

Having prolonged the fight, both Mori and Grodd had different reasons to end it. Mori too continue his search for Mubong and Grodd to get the fuck out of there. With that, they both knew that it all came down to this last attack.

Grodd made the first move, roaring as he ran at the brown-haired boy with a closed fist, swinging with all his might in hopes of ending this quickly and getting the fuck out.

"Renewal-" Mori started, easily sidestepping the weak punch and shooting his leg out thrice at Grodd's head. Right, left, and then behind. The gorilla collapsed on the ground. "-Three Stage Hoechook," he finished.

Seeing as the gorilla was now out cold, Mori jogged over to where the family was. The father's leg still stuck underneath the fallen lamppost. He lifted it off the older man easily. "Are you okay?" he asked, helping the father up. His daughter wouldn't let go of him.

"My leg, I think it's bleeding," the father said, covering his daughter's eyes as he said so.

Mori checked the indicated area and saw blood seeping out of a large gash on his lower thigh. If not treated soon, he could very well die from blood loss.

Luckily, Mori had a solution. He carefully discerned the points needed to block the blood flow to the subject area and hit three points on the man's leg with his index finger. "Uiyong Bongchim," he said. The blood stopped seeping out of the wound soon after and he ripped off a piece of his shirt to wrap around the older man's leg as a bandage. Once that was done, he sighed and fell on his butt, letting himself rest and take a breather.

The father was surprised. "Thank you for saving us," he said, holding his daughter in his arms. "But, um, won't you get in trouble for helping?"

Mori frowned. How would he get in trouble for helping them? The way he saw it, he'd done the city a favour in getting rid of a criminal Power Borrower.

"Hey, you there!" someone called out.

Mori ignored whoever it was. It wasn't necessarily directed towards him.

"You in the white and black!"

Again, not necessarily directed toward him.

"For fucks sake!" the person swore, obviously peeved at being ignored. "You carrying that stupidly large stone staff!"

Okay… maybe they were talking to him.

Mori turned around and came face to face with a woman. He jumped back immediately, putting some distance between them.

"Wow, you've got some killer instincts," she said, amused by his reaction.

Mori eyed her carefully. How had she gotten so close to him, so quickly? He could have sworn she was at least twenty meters from him when he had his back turned.

"Who are you?" Mori asked cautiously.

The woman before him quirked a brow at his question. "You've seriously never heard of me?" she asked in confusion. "I mean I know I don't put myself out there or anything, but I'm a pretty well known professional hero."

There were those words again. Professional hero. What did they mean?

Once again in his face, Mori took the time to study the intruding woman's features.

You'd think the most interesting thing about her would be the white bunny ears resting atop her head, but surprisingly, what drew Mori's attention were her eyes. A shade of crimson that displayed the danger and ferocity she wielded. It oddly enough reminded the Monkey King of the god he'd fought, 666:Satan.

The woman was slightly shorter than him, her standing at five foot two, with slightly tanned skin and long white hair growing out past her hips. She also had a very toned body with rather defining muscles.

She wore a white leotard with purple trimmings, a collar of white fur, and a golden crescent moon emblazoning the front. A belt of metal plates around her midriff. Two thick white gloves with long cuffs. Purple thigh high boots secured with pieces of metal on the heels. And a white fluffy tail to match her bunny ears.

Overall, Mori had to say it was a strange appearance.

"Hey, you still haven't answered me yet," she said, trying to get his attention.

Mori blinked. He'd spaced out again. He then remembered her question and shook his head in a negative.

The woman sighed. "I'm the number five professional hero in Japan, Rabbit Hero: Mirko," she said, pointing at herself as if it weren't obvious enough. "Though my real name is Rumi Usagiyama. So you can call me Rumi."

Mori's eyes widened at that. Wait, he was in Japan? How'd he end up here? Better yet, how was he understanding anyone here? He couldn't speak Japanese.

Seeing his confusion and taking it for something else completely, Rumi explained herself. "I was dispatched here to take care of a robbery," she gestured towards the unconscious gorilla. "But seeing as you took care of him, I guess that's no longer the case."

As Mori was about to explain that that wasn't what he was concerned about, Rumi cut him off, "Unfortunately, since you took care of him. I'm going to need to take you in," she said. "Since, you know, vigilantism is against the law and all that."

What? Since when was doing a heroic deed against the law? Mori sputtered in search of the right words to say. He ended up drawing a blank.

"Yeah, I know it's a stupid law," Rumi agreed, speaking her mind. "But rules are rules, and as a pro hero, I've got to follow them. Your actions were clearly an act of vigilantism, so I've got to take you into the station. Sorry."

Mori frowned. This was a rather annoying predicament. But he'd rather not be at odds with the local authority if it could be avoided. He had enough on his metaphorical plate as it was. "Alright, lead the way. I'll follow," he relented.

Rumi nodded, glad that this was resolved rather peacefully. Though a little part of her was disappointed that the kid didn't resist. She could have used a nice spar. And from the looks of it, he could fight rather well.

Rumi started to walk off, knowing that Mori would follow her to the police station.

"Wait!" the father called out, causing both Mori and Rumi to stop. They both looked back. "I never got your name. Could you please tell me? I'd like to know the name of the man who'd saved me and my daughter."

The Monkey King smiled. "Mori Jin," he replied.

Mori sat quietly in the lobby of the police station, idly watching the TV hooked up to the wall across from where he sat. Rumi was currently arguing with one of the police officers at the front desk, and seeing as he had time, the brown-haired boy had decided to see if anything the news said could help him understand what had happened after the Heavenly Realm's invasion of Earth. So far nothing was said about it.

"... the falling star that astronomers confirmed fell last night west of Yokohama has yet to be located. Although reports say that the area where it impacted Earth has been found, the meteorite is no longer there and been-"

Mori drew his attention away from the TV once he figured that it wouldn't be giving him any useful information. His attention returned to the most interesting thing in the room, which happened to be the argument between Rumi and the police officer, which didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. The officer looked peeved.

A thing that Mori noticed about Rumi was that she was rather direct. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing and even he respected her honesty. Though there was a reason people withheld some truth. It usually created conflict.

Eventually, Rumi and the police officer settled whatever they'd been speaking about and she walked back over to me. "Well, the good news is, the lead detective will see you shortly. He just has some paperwork he needs to finish off," she said with a smile.

Mori quirked a brow. "And the bad news?" he asked, seeing a 'but' to her statement.

Rumi grimaced. "The bad news is that I have to stay here with you while you go through the interrogation," she admitted. "Something about how you took down that B-Rank villain effortlessly and they'd rather have a hero to keep you in check."

Mori smirked. Was that what she'd been arguing about with the police officer? Another thing he noticed about her was that she didn't like to stay in one place for more than a few minutes.

As they waited for the detective to finish with his paperwork, Mori excused himself to go to the washroom. He quickly finished his business and went up to the sink to splash some cold water on his face. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the coolness of it for a brief moment, before opening them again. He froze.

The reason for that being was, he could hardly recognize the person that was reflected in the mirror. Slightly shorter brown locks. A more round face. Less defined cheeks and chin. It was as if he'd gone back to being fifteen. Something that completely baffled him… well, not actually. He'd done something similar nearly a thousand years ago.

"Did I do this to myself… again?" Mori asked himself. He was at least grateful that he hadn't stored his own memories in his Gourd again. That would have been pretty annoying.

As he studied his younger features once more, a knock on the door drew him from his inspection of his new features. "The detective says he's ready for you!" Rumi's voice echoed through the door. "Get your ass out here!"

Final thing he learnt about her, she had no filter. Well, with him she had no filter. He hoped that she didn't speak like this in front of an audience. Especially if she really was the number five hero in Japan.

Mori quickly exited the bathroom to find Rumi leaning against the wall outside. He gave her a curt nod and followed her.

They weaved their way down various corridors, to which Mori had to wonder how anyone found their way around this place, before stopping at one of the many rather dull doors occupying said corridors.

Rumi made a gesturing motion to hand something over, which greatly confused Mori. When she repeated it a few more times with the same result, she glared. "Hand me the staff," she said obviously. Safety protocol and whatnot."

Mori gave a bemused smirk. Sure, if you can pick it up, he said to himself.

Instead, he very lightly leaned it against the wall, which he got more than a few odd looks for, and glanced at Rumi for approval.

She shrugged and opened the door, letting them both see the inside of the room.

Mori quickly examined his new surroundings. Two plain metal chairs faced towards each other with only a crisp metal table separating the two. A singular light bulb hung above the entire room and a large one-way mirror peered in from the seat on the left. A standard interrogation room if he'd ever seen one.

Sitting on the chair to the left was a rather tall man with very little defining features. The only things that really stood out were his white gloves and brown trench coat.

The man in question smiled. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jin," he said with a nod towards Rumi. She left the room after he did so, most likely taking up position behind the one-way mirror. "My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. The lead detective and lieutenant of the Musutafu police department."

Mori nodded at that, waiting for the detective to continue. He did so. "I have a few questions for you, that I hope you don't mind answering."

Another nod from Mori showed that he was willing to cooperate.

"Good. Let's start off with your name?" the detective asked seriously.

Mori quirked a brow. "Really?" he replied.

Naomasa smiled. "Humor me."

The Monkey King rolled his eyes but went with it. "Mori Jin."

Naomasa wrote it down. "Age?" he asked.

Mori scrunched his face. "Fourteen to fifteen, I think?" he said slowly.

Naomasa started at Mori curiously before noting it down. Maybe the kid really hadn't a clue to how old he was. Besides he looked around that age.

He moved on to his next question. "Do you have any form of ID on you? We couldn't find you in any of our databases. And we'd like confirmation of who you are."

"No, sir," Mori replied. "I don't have any ID on me."

"Any legal guardian that we can contact?" Naomasa asked.

"No, sir," Mori repeated.

"What were you doing before engaging the villain in combat?" the detective asked, seeing as his current line of questions was getting him nowhere.

"Searching for a man," Mori said.

"What was his name?" the detective asked, glad to see they were getting somewhere.

"Mubong Park," Mori replied.

"And why were you searching for this man?" Naomasa continued.

Mori paused. "He killed my grandpa," he said. The words hurt to say aloud, but he knew that the truth was better than lying to the authorities.

To Naomasa's credit, he hid his surprise well. He was a trained detective that required complete control over his own facial expression. "When was this?" he asked.

"I don't know," Mori replied truthfully.

"Do you know why he did it?" the detective asked again.

"I don't know," he repeated.

Seeing as the detective was once again at a dead end, and this path of questions seemed to bother the kid very much, Naomasa decided to try another approach. "Why did you run into that fight all by yourself?" he asked seriously.

Mori was relieved that they'd ventured off the questions on his grandpa, as they were still a touchy subject. "People would have died if I didn't step in," he explained, a little confused at the detectives lack of understanding.

Naomasa shook his head, disagreeing with the young boy. "Now see, that's where you're wrong. Had you given a hero one more second, they would have made it to you and you wouldn't have had to put yourself in harm's way," he explained.

Mori frowned. The detective seemed to care more about his stupid laws than human life itself. "With all due respect sir," Mori said. "Had I given that villain one more second, that father and daughter would be dead right now."

Naomasa didn't say anything at first, content to write down whatever he was writing on his notepad. A moment later, he lifted his head. "That may be so, but laws are put there for a reason," he explained. "What if there were more people that thought that way? What if they all of a sudden thought that they were just as great as All Might? That they could save anyone if they just put themselves in harm's way to do so?"

He looked Mori dead in the eyes. "You'd have a bunch of people dying foolish deaths," he said. "That law is there to reduce the overall deceased."

"Sure, you may have the skills to go toe to toe with a villain, but if it were any other ordinary citizens who decided to play hero," Naomasa continued. "We'd just be adding another name to the list of deceased in that report."

Mori's eyes widened as he understood what the detective meant. He hadn't thought of it that way. It wasn't to stop people from doing heroic deeds, but to stop people from throwing their lives away for no reason.

Naomasa, seeing that he may have laid it on a little thick, smiled kindly. "I know you just wanted to help that family, but the reason that the law is there is to reduce the overall casualties of any one incident," he explained softly. "Do you understand?"

Mori nodded his head slowly. Although he didn't like it, he could see where the detective was coming from. He was just doing his job.

"I'm glad," Naomasa said with a sigh. "Now down to the trickier part."

The detective put down his pad and rested both his hands on the table. "We've brought you in on charges of vigilantism which would get you time in prison," he explained. "However, since you're a minor and you understand what you did wrong, we could probably just let you go right now. On probation, of course."

Probation? He didn't like the sound of that.

"Of course, we can't exactly give you any ordinary parole officer as you could easily overpower them with your martial arts you displayed," Naomasa mused, giving this a great deal of thought. "So that just leaves a professional hero…"

His thoughts drifted towards the one-way mirror in the room. "That might work," he muttered before looking back at the boy in his charge. "If it's not too much to ask, Ms. Usagiyama, would you be this boy's parole officer? As the one who found him and being a top-notch hero, I find you most suitable for the job. Furthermore-"

"Alright, alright, I'll do it," Rumi said, having already guessed that that was what the detective was up to. It was honestly the reason she had argued with the police officer up at the front desk. "Stop trying to butter me up."

"I already figured that was the case when I brought him here," she continued, proving his point.

Tsukauchi turned back to Mori. "Well, you'll be leaving with Ms. Usagiyama after we're done here for I'd say about two weeks. I think that should help you see the error of your ways," he said. Though a single glance and the detective knew that the boy wouldn't be seeing what he did wrong anytime soon.

Mori nodded and waited for the detective to continue.

"After that, I think the best option for you would be to put you in an orphanage," the detective said. "As we still haven't identified your parents," he looked at Mori accusingly. "So this is really the only available option for you."

Mori nodded again. This time a little slower than before. He didn't find this predicament optimal, but it was better than becoming a wanted criminal. He could worry about the whole orphanage thing a bit later.

Drawn from his musing, Mori watched as Rumi stepped back into the interrogation room. She didn't seem too pleased about the fact that she would be literally stuck babysitting a kid, but at the same time, she looked kind of glad for the relaxation time.

Mori bowed slightly towards her, remembering somewhere that that was good etiquette whenever visiting foreign lands. "Ms. Usagiyama, I will be in your care."

The rabbit hero quirked a brow. "Didn't I tell you to just call me Rumi?"

Mori shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry?" he ventured.

Rumi shook her head before addressing Tsukauchi. "Is it alright if I take the kid and go now?" she asked, stretching slightly.

The detective nodded. "You'll just have to fill in a few forms at the front desk beforehand," he said.

Rumi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she brushed it off easily. "Let's go kid. I haven't got all day to wait for you to get up."

Mori sighed and then smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be all too bad.

"Master, we've located the meteorite," a man reported. His features were hidden, but a few wisps of purple mist drifted near him.

"Good, is it of any use to us?" another asked, sitting at a desk and going over a few more reports given by his other subordinates. The way the man spoke conveyed his superiority over everyone and everything else.

"That's the thing, Master. We aren't entirely sure ourselves," the subordinate said, despising the fact he couldn't give a better answer.

The master paused in his readings and put aside the reports. "Oh, and why is that?" he asked, showing more intrigue than anger.

Instead of answering the question, the first man opted to just show him. With a wave of his arm, purple mist pooled up quickly on the surface of the desk. It rested there for a moment before dispersing to reveal a plain translucent purple chalice. Although its appearance was rather dull, the room was immediately suppressed by the energy roiling off of it, threatening to suffocate the two men with its presence alone.

The master gingerly wrapped his digits around the stem of the chalice, feeling the energy held within his grasp. Although he couldn't directly draw energy from the relic, he could find many other uses for such a thing.

It made him smile wickedly. "You've done well, my loyal servant," he said, holding up the chalice to the light fixtures above. "This will indeed be very useful. This… " he paused to find the right words to describe something this beautiful.

His smile grew wider when he found an appropriate name. There was only one thing he could call it. For it would grant him everything he desired. "... Holy Grail."

As you can see, I've reduced Mori's powers like what the Holy Grail had done to him in the webtoon. But as he is technically a former god, he's still really strong and I plan on keeping to that. Later on he may have more difficulty, but there are few people who can best him as he is now.

Anyways, thanks for the read. I hope you can drop a comment, like, and follow for me. It really keeps me motivated and I appreciate the kind words. See you guys in the next chapter!