Author Notes:

I'm back again. I know you probably thought this story was dead, but I just haven't really had the time to write. Too much summer school and then regular school and then drama at home. Plus my friend tried to kill himself so I had to make sure he was okay.

I also got some of your reviews saying that Mori was actually smart and honestly that just completely slipped my mind, so I went back and fixed it. Same thing with Recoilless. A concept, not a technique. Fixed that too.

Anyways, I'll let you read the story now.

Hope you enjoy,

HailToTheSnail

Chapter 5 - The God of Hero Academia

Mori sighed as he took a seat at a booth in U.A.'s cafeteria. He was so exhausted from last night's phone call fiasco, he'd fallen asleep during a class taught by Present Mic. A class taught by Present Mic for fucks sake!

He sighed again. He was just glad that Principal Nezu had managed to find a way to stop Rumi from requesting a class swap. Albeit he'd have to join this club the principal had recommended to his mother as a means to calm her, but he wasn't complaining. He'd still get to be a part of Mr. Aizawa's class. He always found that he learned best under strict teachers.

On the other hand, he didn't want to say anything about his mother because he knew she was really trying her hardest, but sometimes she was too overprotective of him. He felt suffocated from time to time. He was a god, god damn it.

He put the thoughts behind him knowing they were stupid thoughts and focused on the sandwiches that he'd grabbed, biting into one of the slices in absolute bliss. Whoever the chef was, they had his compliments.

As he ate, Mori noticed the person sitting across from him staring intently. "Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to ask what's on your mind?" he asked.

Todoroki frowned. Probably unused to such a casual reply. He composed himself quickly. "Why are you sitting here?" he asked in return.

Mori looked around the crowded cafeteria. There didn't seem to be any other table open aside from the one Todoroki sat at. "Doesn't seem to be any other tables available," Mori said with a helpless shrug. "Besides, I thought maybe we could be friends. Since, you know, almost everyone in our class has already formed friend groups," he eyed the few other booths that the rest of their classmates were sitting together in.

Todoroki held Mori's gaze for a moment before going back to his salad. It didn't seem like he wanted to talk or do much of anything with the Monkey King.

Mori sighed and went back to his own lunch. He'd give his cafeteria table partner another go in a few minutes. After the boy had finished his salad and was a little less reclusive.

He didn't get far into his sandwiches before another interruption drew his attention away from his lunch. "Mori, is that you?" someone called as they walked up to him. "You passed the entrance exam. That's great."

A pleasant smile graced his features when he looked up and saw who it was. "Hey, Kendo," he said. "You passed the exam as well?"

She waved away the formalities. "Just call me Itsuka. We're friends after all." she said, returning the smile. "And yeah I did pass. Though hardly. If it wasn't for that zero pointer malfunctioning, I would've been eliminated."

Mori smile grew. "Lucky you, I guess," he said knowingly.

Itsuka agreed. "It's a shame we're not in the same class," she said sadly. "It would have been nice to have you with me."

Mori shrugged. "It's not like we can't be friends, right?" He asked.

Itsuka nodded in agreement when she felt a light tap on her back. "Oh yeah, let me introduce you to one of my classmates," she said, moving aside to reveal a short blonde girl with horns atop her head. "This is Pony Tsunotori. She's an exchange student from the United States. Her Japanese isn't the greatest, so I'm helping her around a bit."

Mori waved at her. "Hello, it's nice to meet you, Tsunotori," he said in perfect English.

Tsunotori's eyes widened and her shyness seemed to evaporate. "You speak English?"

Mori nodded. "Yeah, I can speak English pretty well among a few other languages," he admitted, though truthfully that wasn't all. He could speak and understand any language in the universe. He didn't exactly know how he came to obtain this ability, he just knew that he could only do it after receiving his fiery eyes and golden pupils.

Tsunotori beamed at that before fiddling with her hands nervously. "Would you mind if we spoke in English occasionally?" she asked hesitantly, unsure if asking such a thing was proper. "I haven't been able to speak it lately."

He smiled. "Sure, Tsunotori," he agreed, glad that he was making new friends.

While the three of them talked, both Itsuka and Tsunotori deciding to have lunch with him, Mori noticed the final person at their table had finished their salad. "Hey, Itsuka, Tsunotori. I'd like you to meet my friend Todoroki here," he said, slinging an arm around the red and white-haired kid, much to the boy's displeasure.

Itsuka smiled. "It's nice to meet you Todoroki," she said pleasantly before a thought came to her. "You're Endeavor's kid, right? I remember reading an article about you."

Todoroki didn't say anything at first. Instead, he tensed up. Something which, although subtle, Mori felt from beneath his arm that was slung over the red and white-haired boy's shoulder. "Yes, I am," said boy replied coldly.

His reply was a little surprising to the three of them. Not because of the words themselves but the tone of his voice. It was devoid of anything but disdain.

"Okay…" Itsuka said slowly, glancing over at Mori for any sort of clue to his foul mood.

Mori shrugged. He didn't exactly know what was up with Todoroki either. From what he knew of the boy in the one day that they've known each other, it was that he was a massive recluse. The Monkey King wasn't much better, and maybe that was why he was trying to be friends with Todoroki, but he at least tried to be friendly with his classmates. The stoic teen beside him hardly uttered a word in return.

"Anyways," Itsuka said, moving on from the topic of Todoroki's heritage. "Who's ready for Heroics class this afternoon? I heard All Might's going to be teaching the first years."

Mori perked at that. "All Might's teaching the first year's Heroics class? Where'd you hear that from?" he asked curiously.

"Our homeroom teacher let it slip during his announcements this morning," Itsuka admitted. "But isn't that great news? We get to learn from the best of the best."

Mori was surprised but glad for the opportunity. They were getting the chance to learn from the top hero in Japan, if not worldwide. What were the odds?

"After Mr. Kan let that slip and a lot of badgering from my classmates, he told us what to expect this afternoon," Itsuka added. "We'll be running battle simulations in our classes. Two on two's between the students."

"Interesting," Mori said slowly. "Do you think we'll get expelled if we lose the simulation?"

At that, Itsuka and Tsunotori were confused. "What do you mean expelled?" the pony girl asked. "Why would that happen?"

Mori frowned. "Didn't your teacher threaten you with expulsion if you came last during a Quirk Assessment Test that he threw at you as soon as you arrived for your first day of school during the time scheduled for orientation?" he asked.

They both slowly shook their heads.

Mori nodded. "Nope. Just us? Okay," he said quickly. Though oddly enough he was smiling. It was because he relished the thrill and the challenges that Aizawa provided. It was the reason that he didn't want to be transferred to another class.

The rest of the lunch continued with small talk between the group and when it was almost over, Itsuka and Tsunotori said their goodbyes and headed back to class.

When they left, Mori glanced at his cafeteria table partner. Todoroki was still brooding, looking down at his bowl of finished salad very intently.

Mori coughed into his fist, drawing the boy's attention. "We should probably head back to class," he suggested. "Lunch is almost over."

Todoroki nodded slowly, agreeing with what Mori was saying. Which was his first sign that the topic from before really bothered the red and white-haired boy.

He was worried, but it wasn't his place to ask. Maybe when they became better friends, then he'd get the chance to learn the reason why.

The general studies in the morning had been a bore to Mori. It wasn't to say he wasn't concerned with English, Science, or Math; especially after his spectacular failure in the entrance exam. It was just that the material always came back to him within the first few minutes of each lesson, leaving him quite bored. Which was why he was so excited for the afternoon because it meant that it was time for something completely foreign to him. The Heroics class.

"Where is that man?" Aizawa grumbled from the front of the class. He was wrapped up in the sleeping bag that he'd worn yesterday. "I swear, he's only ever on time when there's a camera pointed his way or dangers abound."

Seeing Aizawa in a sleeping bag and saying things such as that, only helped reinforce the entire class' idea that their teacher was a sociopath.

Mori's attention was quickly drawn towards the door to the room. He heard footsteps approaching rapidly. "I am-" a familiar voice started from out in the hallway.

He'd heard this voice before. From talk shows to radio programs, viral videos to food advertisements, action figures to documentaries. It was unforgettable because it belonged to the number one pro hero in Japan. Hell, probably the world. All Might.

"-coming through the door like a normal person!" the exuberant hero finished, stopping just inside the classroom. Whispers flew immediately.

"Holy shit, All Might!"

"That's his Silver Age costume! So cool!"

"He's our Heroics teacher?"

"We get to learn from the number one hero!"

While everyone awed at the presence of All Might, he took to the podium at the front of the class where he faced them all with a smile. "Good afternoon, Class 1-A! Welcome to the most important class at U.A. High! The Heroics class!" he announced proudly. "This class will focus on building your hero foundation through various trials that will test your heroism, so let's not waste any more time with words!"

He drew a card from within the folds of his costume. "Instead, let's waste it on action," he said, showing the words written on the card. It read Battle. "Combat training! That'll be your first trial of many. So I've got just one question for you all," he stared at each and every one of them meaningfully. "Are you ready for your first Heroics lesson, you bunch of newbies?"

Mori grinned at the taunting question. If there was one thing the number one hero could do, it was give a motivational speech. There was an uproar from everyone for the upcoming lesson, even the Monkey King shouted a bit.

All Might's smile grew even bigger. "Come with me then," he said, gesturing for them to follow him out of the class. "We're going to Ground Beta."

Before All Might could leave the room though, and by proxy, the rest of the class. He stopped in the doorway. "Oh and I almost forgot," he said, pulling out a remote. "To be a hero, one must have the appropriate attire for the job," he clicked a button on the device.

Machinery whirred to life and the wall near the chalkboard at the front extended out, revealing shelves lined with rows of metal suitcases. They numbered from one to twenty-one.

In Mori's opinion, it was a little dramatic of a reveal and a complete waste of money, but he figured in the end that this was a momentous occasion in an aspiring heroes life and warranted such over the top actions by a hero school. They didn't seem to be like they were facing any financial problems either with the large school grounds and Battle Centers. They could afford to be a little lucrative.

"These are the hero costumes that you all designed and submitted to us," All Might explained. "With the help of the hero companies affiliated with our school, we've managed to make the ideal costume for each and every one of you with the accommodations that you all requested taken into consideration when designed."

There were many squeals from the girls and manly squeals from the boys as they all raced from their seats to find their own number among the suitcases.

After most of the class had grabbed their costumes, Mori went up to grab his own along with the few others that decided to wait. He found his suitcase and brought it back to his desk, opening the case to get a peek at the finished project.

It was everything he'd asked for and more. A masterpiece. It looked identical to what he and his mother had designed, save for a few minor adjustments that the design team no doubt added for better. He ran his fingers along the fabric, recognizing it for its high quality and smiled. Maybe he could understand the need for the dramatic reveal.

"Alright," All Might said, drawing Mori's attention away from his admiring. "Now that you've got your costumes, get changed and we'll head over to Ground Beta."

When the pro hero left through the door to meet at the training ground, Mori couldn't help but notice that his presence lingered for a bit. Like a scent that hadn't quite dispersed yet.

Oddly enough, All Might's presence shared the same properties with Midoriya's during the Ball Throw, to which he shot the timid boy a short glance. Though he quickly dismissed the thought forming in his head. In what world could the Monkey King honestly believe that one of his classmates held the same power as the number one hero.

"Damn, Mori. That costume looks like you were born to wear it," Kaminari said, admiring his classmate's wear. They'd all just finished changing into their hero costumes.

To which Mori was glad that the hero costume company that had designed his own hadn't changed that much. It still retained the black and gold of his reinforced jacket and bracers which were only offset by the red of his newly added utility belt. While the blue fabric of the pants was strong and comfortably tucked into the steel-toed chocolate leather boots.

There had only been one problem and that was that he couldn't, for the life of himself, figure out how the replica of the Loop of Binding stayed floating around his head. And the damn costume and case didn't come with any instructions.

It'd taken him a lot of fiddling, but eventually, he found that it was a hidden switch on the inside of the loop that magnetized it, suspending it around his head. It'd been a pain in the ass to figure out but now that he was wearing it and it wasn't causing him severe migraines, he found that it was pretty cool. Pain in the ass to figure out, but cool all the same.

"Thanks," Mori said, looking at his blonde classmate. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Kaminari grinned. "Thanks, man," he said, patting the Monkey King on the back. "Nervous for our first lesson on Heroics?"

Mori shook his head as he fastened his fur bracers on tighter. "Not really," he admitted with a shrug. "How about you?"

Kaminari shook his head in return. "Since it's All Might leading the lesson instead of Mr. Aizawa, we don't really have any reason to fear expulsion. Which means we can actually just treat this as a normal class," he frowned. "I think… I hope?"

Mori chuckled in reply. "It's not that bad," he disagreed, to which he received a look of shock. "Maybe a bit," he amended.

Kaminari shook his head once more. "You're crazy," he said with a small smirk.

Mori couldn't agree more as Ground Beta came into view along with the rest of their class. He stopped fiddling with his bracers and waited alongside his peers in front of All Might for further instructions.

All Might looked between all of them, admiring their costumes. "They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen! And behold, you are the proof!" he shouted, before getting a bit more serious. "But now that you're ready! It's time for combat training!"

Iida, who was standing near Mori, raised his hand. "Sir," he interrupted. "If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the faux cities from the entrance exam, does that mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?"

All Might shook his head, dismissing the idea. "Not quite, young Iida!" he admitted. "As you know, most villain fights you see on the news take place outdoors! However, statistically speaking, most run-ins with villains take place indoors, such as home invasions and hostage situations! The most intelligent ones stay hidden in the shadows!"

All Might returned his stare to his students. "Which is why for this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of two!" he explained. "And those teams will be divided into heroes and villains, and fight two on two indoor battles!"

"Isn't this a little advanced for us?" Asui asked. "We still haven't learned the basics."

All Might shook his head. "The best way to learn is through real combat experience!" he explained further. "Those robots you fought from the entrance exam don't have the same intelligence your fellow students have, which means that your classmates will pose a far greater threat than any scrap of metal can!"

Before All Might could explain further, the class broke into a myriad of questions. Too many for their one teacher to handle at once.

"Sir, will you be handling who wins and who loses?"

"Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?"

"How much can we hurt the other team?"

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?"

Now that was a question that Mori could get behind. He really was curious to see if all teachers had the same line of thinking as Mr. Aizawa did.

"I'll answer all your questions, so listen here!" All Might said as he pulled out a piece of paper, which no doubt held the script to the scenario that they were to re-enact.

"The situation here is that the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout! The heroes must try to foil their plans!" he explained. "To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers with this!" he pulled out some bright yellow tape. "Or recover the weapon! While the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes!"

All Might pulled a yellow box from behind him. "Time's limited, so we'll be choosing teams by chance with this box!" he explained further.

"Isn't there a better way to do this?" Iida asked in denial of the absurdity.

"H-Hold on, Iida. Think about it for a second," Midoriya stuttered, loud enough for Mori to hear him explain this to Iida. "Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here."

Mori nodded in silent agreement with that ideology. A real battle was never fought on even grounds. And if it was, it was either dumb luck or planned.

After Iida apologized, All Might laughed. "No sweat, so let's draw!" he shouted.

"But wait a minute, sir," Yaoyorozu interrupted. "Aren't there twenty-one students in our class? Wouldn't that mean that one of us would be excluded from the activity?"

"Normally, yes!" All Might agreed, scanning the crowd off students. "But since there are only twenty of you here, then it should be fine! Yes?"

Everyone looked between each other in confusion, silently counting heads and wondering who was missing. They all came to the same conclusion. "Where's Aoyama?" Jiro asked, voicing the question in all their heads.

"His mother called him in sick this morning! Something about a tummy ache," All Might answered their question. The latter mentioned under his breath. "Which is why we're able to conduct this specific training exercise today!"

All Might shoved the box towards the closest student to him, which so happened to be Todoroki. The red and white-haired student didn't seem too pleased with his actions. "Now everyone draw!" their teacher exclaimed.

Taking turns, the class drew lots until everyone had a slip of paper in their hands. Mori looked down at his and saw that it read the letter E.

"Now that you've all got a letter!" All Might shouted, returning with two other boxes; a white one with the word Hero and a black one with the word Villain scribbled onto the side. "Find your partner and stand beside them! I'll draw lots to determine which of you are heroes and which of you are villains!"

Not wanting to waste any of their Heroic class time and just wanting to get to the fun stuff, the kids scrambled around to find their partners.

"You're Jiro, right?" Mori asked, having found his partner.

The girl beside him nodded. Though his attention was mostly transfixed on her earlobes which tapered off into what looked like earphone jacks. "Yeah, and you're Usagiyama, right?" she asked in return.

He nodded back. "But please, just call me, Mori," he insisted.

Before they could introduce themselves further, All Might drew their attention back to the front. "Now that you've all got your partner's, I won't waste any more time!" he said, reaching both of his arms into the boxes. He pulled them out with a ball in each hand. "The first battle will be between Team A; the heroes, and Team D; the villains!"

Mori sucked in a breath of fresh air when he saw who were on those teams. On the heroes side were Midoriya and Uraraka, while on the villains side were Bakugo and Iida. From what the Monkey King remembered yesterday, the explosive teen had it out for the timid green-haired boy. All of this spelled disaster in his eyes.

He didn't have much time to dwell on the matter though because the next teams were being called. "The second battle will be between Team B; the heroes, and Team H; the villains!" All Might announced.

Mori winced as he looked on at the two teams called. The outcome of the match was rather obvious when he saw who was on which team. He wasn't even sure he could call this a match with how lopsided they were.

With the villains stood Koda and Hagakure. Two of a few students in their class that Mori knew, or at least believed, their talents lay in other heroic deeds such as search and rescue rather than actual combat. While on the heroes side were Shoji and Todoroki. Which although Mori didn't know much about the former, he knew enough about the latter to know how ruthless he was. The villains had lost this one.

The next callout was his own team being called. "The third match will be Team I; the heroes, and Team E; the villains!" their teacher added.

So they were playing the villains, huh. That was quite something considering they were at a hero school. Someone had to do it though and he wasn't going to shirk at his role. Plus it wasn't like he hadn't played the villain before back in the history books. He had tried to topple gods for fuck's sake.

Mori looked over at their competition and scrutinized them carefully. They were a boy with a Quirk that gave him a sturdy tail and the girl who'd placed at the top of the Quirk Assessment Test. The first one, Ojiro, seemed to be a martial artist of some sort, which brought a small smile to Mori's face. Maybe he'd learn a bit about this world's martial arts. While the second, Yaoyorozu, made him cautious. Her Quirk was unpredictable and he wasn't sure of the limitations if it had any. Plus yesterday, she demonstrated that she was brilliant in both mind and Quirk with the fact that she created the perfect tool for each and every test.

He dropped his gaze when All Might announced the fifth battle. It seemed he missed the callout of the fourth match. "And last is Team F; the heroes, and Team J; the villains!" he finished, calling out the teams of Ashido and Asui as the heroes, and Kaminari and Sero as the villains. That one could go either way.

"Now that all teams have been formed and know their opponents! Would Team A and Team D make their way over to that building!" he pointed at the closest faux building. "The bomb has already been set up for the villains so they can make their way inside, while I'll let the heroes know when they can enter!" he added, beckoning for the rest of the class to follow him. "For now, the rest of you follow me!"

A moment later, they were all standing in a somewhat dark room with monitors spanning the entire front wall of the room. The match had yet to start, but a lot of Mori's classmates were already crowding around the screens hoping for a better view of the match.

"Are both teams ready!" All Might shouted into the mic, earning nods from both. "Then let the exercises begin!" he exclaimed, engaging the match and rivalry that belonged only between both Bakugo and Midoriya.

The match began with Bakugo immediately racing off in search of the hero team, or in his case, Midoriya. Leaving Iida to defend to the weapon alone.

It was a poor choice in terms of a logical standpoint and was sure to cost him some heavy points off of his final score. Though from what Mori had seen of the boy. That didn't really matter all that much to him. When it came to Midoriya, Bakugo lost all his control over his mental faculties and fought on pure instinct. Though there was something to say about Bakugo's intensity and vigor that was almost admirable… it didn't change the fact that he'd just run off without a plan, leaving his weapon undefended.

The explosive teen found the duo somewhere on the second floor and ambushed them, forcing the two into a fight. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a bad idea to engage both of them head-on. Unluckily for Midoriya and Uraraka, Bakugo wasn't necessarily someone who conformed to the norm.

As Bakugo blasted away at both of them, the hero team could only defend themselves and wait for an opportunity. The blonde brawler gave them nothing, pushing them back into a corner and getting ready to deliver the hero team a decisive blow. That is… until he tripped himself over some concrete loosened by his own Quirk. He recovered quickly, but that small window was all Midoriya needed to take on Bakugo's full aggression, calling for Uraraka to get out of there and find the weapon.

Heading his words, Uraraka did exactly that and left in search of the villain's weapon. Although she did hesitate before doing so, probably in part due to the overwhelming difference in combat capabilities between the two males. Frankly, Mori couldn't blame her. He also doubted Midoriya's chances against Bakugo. Or would have, if he hadn't seen Midoriya's performance yesterday during the Quirk Assessment Test. The kid obviously had some brains behind that large head of his. What would he do next?

To Mori's own surprise, Midoriya chose to fight Bakugo head-on. Which in all rights was stupid, as he no longer had Uraraka's support. The Monkey King paused in his haste to criticize when the timid teen landed the first blow.

Curiously, Mori focused the rest of his attention on the fight between the rivals, ignoring the other screens; one in which Uraraka had found the room housing the weapon and was hiding from Iida, who was guarding it.

Although the fight had started in Midoriya's favor, he soon found himself on the receiving end of Bakugo's Quirk enhanced punches. The explosive teen was slowly adjusting to the green-haired boy's movements, breaking past his guard and exemplifying his superior physical capabilities being boosted by his Quirk. It was as simple as that.

What confused Mori though was the fact that Midoriya hadn't once activated his Quirk throughout their entire exchange so far. Even if it was going to do some recoil, the amount of damage that it did was definitely enough to put Bakugo out of the fight. So why?

The question was taken out of Mori's hands when Midoriya cried out in pain. The fight was getting a little out of hand in his opinion. He glanced up at the number one hero who watched the fight with an even stare. He didn't seem the slightest bit worried about the beating that was taking place. Was there a reason for that?

The bout continued and Bakugo's aggression wasn't letting up, instead, becoming more and more aggressive with each word that Midoriya spoke. The Monkey King watched the fight with unease. No, not a fight. He'd been a part of so many of those that he knew that this wasn't one. It was a beating. A massacre. Nothing more.

But yet Mori couldn't help but continue to think there was something going on behind Midoriya's head. He wasn't even throwing back any of his own punches anymore. It was almost as if he was biding his time…

Mori narrowed his eyes as he let them wander from screen to screen to see what the Midoriya could be planning. From what he could gather the kid was trying to keep to one specific area of the open floor. Intentionally taking hits to keep there… but why?

His eyes drifted to the screen holding the forms of the other two students. They were facing off; Iida always keeping between Uraraka and the bomb as she circled him. She paused, talking with Midoriya over earpiece. With a nod at whatever his instructions were, she circled around half the room again and stopped, resting her arm against one of the pillars. She seemed ready for something to happen right-

It clicked. Midoriya standing his ground. Uraraka circling around half the room. It made no sense when looked at separately, but when looked at together, they both stood in the same area on their respective floors. The Monkey King's smile grew as he figured out the only plan that could come into fruition here.

True to what Mori believed, Midoriya went all in. When next Bakugo rushed forwards, this time for a finishing blow, the injury-prone teen didn't bother to block and instead powered up his right arm with his Quirk, aiming at the blonde brawler. He was finally going to fight back… or so Bakugo thought. Instead, Midoriya threw his fist upwards with the full power of his Quirk blowing through the dozen floors easily, while taking the brunt of explosive teen's fiery blow on his left arm that he threw up quickly.

The blow that Midoriya threw broke through the floor between Iida and Uraraka, startling the former. Taking the chance she had, the brunette used her Quirk to gather hundreds of pieces of rubble from the updraft and threw them towards Iida using the pillar she'd been holding as a catalyst to her Quirk. While Iida was pelleted by the hundreds of pieces of rubble, Uraraka jumped over the chasm, using her Quirk again to nullify her own gravity and fly herself to the weapon. She grabbed ahold of it and secured victory for her team.

"The hero team emerges victorious!" All Might announced into the microphone that broadcasted to the building that the two teams were in.

It was a rather impressive victory by Mori's standards. One that was won at the cost of a few injuries. Much better results than the War with the Heavens… but this wasn't a war, and these fights weren't judged by his standards.

The slumped form of Midoriya lying on the ground, one arm bruised and shattered while the other burnt to a crisp, said as much. It brought unease to Class 1-A that had them looking away. Even All Might seemed to stop smiling at the sight of the broken figure of the hero in training.

"Okay, students," All Might said, clearing the air and clicking a button on the console in front of him. A pair of medic bots appeared on screen, lifting Midoriya onto the stretcher and bringing him to the school's hospital ward. "I'll be back after I fetch your classmates. For now, I'd like you to figure out who was the most valuable player in this match." With that, he walked out.

Since Mori already knew who was the most valuable player of this match, he turned to his partner, Jiro, who seemed focused on the task All Might had set forth. "Hey, Jiro," Mori said, getting her attention. "I don't want to be rude, but would you mind telling me what your Quirk is? If we're going to fight together, it'd be best if we knew each other's strengths and weaknesses so we can cover for one another, right?"

Jiro seemed to mull over what he'd said before ultimately nodding in agreement. She understood the need for cooperation in this exercise. "Alright, my Quirk is called Earphone Jack. I can plug these," she gestured to her earlobes which tapered off into earphone jacks. "Into almost anything and channel the sound of my heartbeat; destroying it. I can also catch sounds and vibrations through structures when I plug my earphone jacks into them making me a great scout. How about you?" she asked in return.

Mori thought about it before replying in kind, albeit with a few half-truths. "I don't know the full extent of my power," he answered honestly. "But I have enhanced physical strength and the ability to manipulate all properties of this," he lifted Yeoui up for her to inspect. "I'm also very proficient in my own style of taekwondo."

Jiro nodded again before her eyes drifted to the opposing team. "What are your thoughts on our opponents?" she asked curiously.

Mori first eyed the boy with the tail, Ojiro. "I'm not too sure about him as I haven't seen him fight, but I'm fairly certain that I can beat him if it comes down to our respective martial arts," he said confidently. His eyes drifted to Yaoyorozu. "My unease comes from her though. She seems very capable of adapting to her situation and acting accordingly. She might already have countermeasures set for the both of us."

Jiro frowned. "Yaoyorozu is one of the students in our class who got in on recommendation," she added. "If she's as versatile as her Quirk, we might be in for a hard fight."

Mori nodded, but before he could speak again to tell her his plan, All Might returned with Bakugo, Uraraka, and Iida in tow. The blonde brawler seemed rather upset. As he didn't lash out at any of our classmates for whispering about their loss.

"Alright. Now that everyone from the first match, aside from Midoriya, is here!" All Might announced. "Have you decided on who was the most valuable player in this round?"

"Well, obviously it would have to be someone from the hero team," Kaminari spoke first, drawing everyone's attention. "I'd say Midoriya for that overwhelming attack."

"What?. Nah, it's obviously Bakugo. Did you see how easily he beat Midoriya," Kirishima countered, though he still looked uneasy from how battered the green-haired boy had been.

"Well, Uraraka was the one who ultimately grabbed the weapon," Ashido added, with Hagakure backing her up with an affirmative.

The rest of the class soon devolved into a state of argument on who was the most valuable player of the fight. With it not looking to go anywhere anytime soon. That is until Yaoyorozu spoke up. "Sir, I believe the most valuable player was Iida," she said, defying everyone else's choices.

"And why is that?" All Might asked curiously.

"Because by process of elimination, Midoriya is out for destroying the structural integrity of the building," Yaoyorozu explained logically. "And Bakugo held no regard for his villain status and lashed out with some vendetta against Midoriya, while the latter himself didn't account for his Quirk's recoil."

"While with Uraraka, she didn't trust herself and let Midoriya try and create a distraction for her that could have compromised the bomb. As well as almost compromising it herself with her final attack," she finished. "In short, Iida is the only correct option as he was the only one who stayed confident and in character."

"That's correct," All Might agreed. "As it is though, Iida could have relaxed a bit in the exercise as he would have had a chance to wonder why Uraraka had moved to a specific spot after having talked to Midoriya."

All Might coughed into his fist before addressing the class again. "The next match will be between Team B; the heroes, and Team H; the villains," he announced. "Would both teams move to the building next to the one that Bakugo and Midoriya wrecked."

The two teams that were called stepped away from the group and exited the building. With the heroes, Shoji and Todoroki, waited patiently outside the building All Might specified, as the villains, Koda and Hagakure, went inside to defend the weapon. It was going to be an easy victory for the heroes. Mori was positive about this.

And sure enough, as soon as the match started, there were a few words exchanged between Shoji and Todoroki. Before the latter enveloped the building in ice in mere seconds, freezing both Koda and Hagakure to the floor. He walked in without much resistance, walking past both the villains and touching the weapon, securing the victory. A perfect win. Both in results and practice.

"The hero team wins!" All Might announced. He then switched off the mic and turned to the class. "I'm sure there's no need to announce the most valuable player here. Correct?" Silence spanned the class in return.

Before All Might could leave to help free Koda and Hagakure, the ice on the surfaces of the building, starting from the weapon that Todoroki froze, began to melt. Seemed his Quirk let him control both the heat and the cold. It had been an unfair fight from the beginning with both teams playing on different levels… but then again, not all fights were fought on even grounds. It would be a lesson everyone had to learn.

"Okay, since young Todoroki has that handled. The match between Team I; the heroes, and Team E; the villains can begin!" All Might called out. "Would both teams please make their way to the building next to the last one!"

Mori nodded and followed Jiro, Ojiro, and Yaoyorozu out the door and towards their building. Both Ojiro and Yaoyorozu stopped outside and smiled at them as they walked inside. "Good luck," Ojiro said, in good spirits.

"I hope we can have a great match," Yaoyorozu added.

"I hope so as well," Mori called back for the both of them as they entered the building.

Once they were inside and out of earshot, Mori pulled his partner aside. "Alright, Jiro. I've got a plan, but I'm gonna need your Quirk to pull this off," he explained.

Jiro nodded. "Alright. What is it?" She asked.

Mori smiled. "Tell me, Jiro. Have you ever had an interest in demolition?"

Yaoyorozu was a genius. She already knew that. It was what she was raised to become after all. Her family's Quirk, while powerful and versatile, required more effort to use than anyone else's. While other Quirk's were more instinctual, hers required her to know everything of the objects that she was trying to create. The material, the composition, and the structure. Hence the fact that since she could wield it so effortlessly at such a young age, it granted her the title of genius. Or so she believed.

"Yaoyorozu, I assume you have a plan."

The aforementioned girl turned to Ojiro, drawn from her thoughts. She nodded once. "I do," she said quickly, though she soon frowned. "Though I was wondering if you had a plan yourself that you'd like to try out."

Yaoyorozu loved to win. There was no mistake about that. And if they were to implement her strategy, they'd win for sure. The thing was, she also liked to give everyone a fair chance to improve at that of which she was already proficient at.

Ojiro shook his head though. "That's alright, Yaoyorozu," he replied courteously. "From what I've witnessed of your skills in the Quirk Assessment Test, I'm sure your strategy will bring us victory."

Yaoyoruzu smiled, keeping her small cheers of delight to herself. Some of her classmates had already begun to see her potential.

"What do you think of our opponents?" Ojiro asked, looking up at the building they were to siege. "Our odds?" He added.

Yaoyorozu followed his gaze. "I think this'll be challenging," she admitted. "I can't say much for Jiro, as I haven't seen her use her Quirk, but Mori… he's definitely one of the stronger ones in the class. He placed second only to me in the Quirk Assessment Test, and that was only because of the versatile my Quirk gave me on the tests. There's not a doubt in my mind that he has the greatest physical capabilities in our class."

Her eyes drifted to Ojiro. "Do you think you can keep up with him with your martial arts?" She asked seriously. It was essential to know all the facts if she wanted her plan to work.

Ojiro paused before shaking his head slowly. "I'm not sure I could fight Mori on even grounds even with my martial arts. Aside from the fact that he probably has his own martial arts, his physical power alone could probably overwhelm me," he replied, admitting his shortcomings. He returned Yaoyorozu's stare. "So… what's the plan?"

Yaoyorozu thought about it for a moment. "Well, ours won't be so much a plan as a counter plan. They're the ones that have the chance to set up traps and ambushes. While we have to get past them while trying to reach the goal," she scrunched her brows. "But that's probably what they're expecting us to do. To go for the goal because they don't think that we have a chance of fighting them head-on."

"So?" Ojiro urged, his interest piqued.

"We're not going to play into their hands," Yaoyorozu decided. "The way I see it. They'll probably want to attack us from the start, hoping to keep us as far away from the weapon as possible. Though on the off chance we do get by, they'd be the ones forced to chase us down which is a huge risk. They'll need someone to stay back and defend the weapon on that off chance. This means that only Mori will ambush us at the entrance while Jiro stays behind to defend the weapon."

Ojiro nodded. "And you want us to both attack Mori instead of trying to go for the weapon," he said, seeing her reasoning.

"Exactly," Yaoyorozu confirmed. "If he believes that we're going for the weapon, he'll fight reservedly. This gives us the advantage we need to capture him," she pulled out the hero tape given to them. "After that, it's just a matter of capturing Jiro or securing the weapon. Both of which should be simple tasks with both of us."

Before any more words could be exchanged, All Might's voice came over the loudspeaker. "May the match between Team I; the Heroes, and Team E; the Villains begin!" he shouted.

Ojiro looked towards the door. "Let's go, Yaoyorozu," he said, taking off towards it.

Yaoyorozu nodded once and followed.

"May the match between Team I; the Heroes, and Team E; the Villains begin!"

As the match began, Mori sat patiently on the staircase down the hall from the main entrance. There were doors lined up all along the hallway. Perfect for an ambush. Of course, he was above using such underhanded tactics though.

Footsteps echoed and Mori looked up, watching as both Ojiro and Yaoyorozu walked inside. They immediately focused in on him when they saw his figure, halting them from progressing any further. Good.

Mori started to chuckle maniacally, playing his part as the villain. If he was going to do this, he was going to damn well do it right. He smiled. "Welcome, heroes," he greeted with the grandest gestures he could imagine. "You have the privilege of entertaining one of the greatest villains of this generation. Yours truly, Jaecheondaesong. Villain extraordinaire. It's a pleasure to meet you," he bowed deeply.

Ojiro smiled at his classmate's antics. "This is a bit over the top," he admitted.

Mori shrugged. "I'm a villain, it's what we do," he explained easily. "Over the top monologues, grand entrances, and, oh, an unrealistic extreme backstory that I haven't got to tell yet. Let me tell you about how-"

BANG! BANG!

Mori swayed to the left, dodging the rubber bullet and then quickly spun back the other way, dodging a second. He smiled at Yaoyorozu, who seemed only slightly surprised that he'd dodged that. "That was rude. You didn't even get to hear my backstory. I spent the last few minutes coming up with it, you know?"

Yaoyorozu scrunched her brows. "No offense Mori, but we wouldn't have enough time to even fight if we listened to you. Is that your strategy?" she asked curiously. No, seriously. She looked genuinely sincere about her question.

Mori shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Shall we?" he asked.

The other two took up stances and the Monkey King took that as his signal to start. "Expand, Yeoui," he ordered, pointing his bo staff at Yaoyorozu. It flew true, striking the back of the girl's hand and making her drop the firearm. He quickly rolled to the left, recalling Yeoui as he did so and raising it above his head.

Ojiro's downwards kick made contact with it and Mori rolled the impact off of Yeoui before striking with the other side. He pulled back at the last second, rolling backward and dodging another round of rubber bullets shot by Yaoyorozu.

Mori hopped back a few steps, putting some distance between himself and the two heroes. Yaoyorozu had a second gun, huh. Not surprising with her. She seemed the type for no room for error. Neither was trying to break away from him either, so he assumed they planned on taking him out right off the bat. Smart.

The Monkey King kicked high, countering one of Ojiro's own with ease, before pushing off of their interlocked limbs to spin himself and block his classmate's tail with his other leg. He landed and rushed forwards with an elbow strike, but stepped back when Yaoyorozu provided some cover fire. He tried again, almost being able to put Ojiro out of the fight if it weren't for Yaoyorozu's impressive aim.

Putting some distance between em, Mori grinned. They wanted a drawn-out battle. A test of stamina. It was a gamble for sure, but in their situation, it was understandable why they'd do it. He was a variable that neither could make up for in sheer power. They'd need to make up for that in tactics, planning, and teamwork.

The only problem was that they had to get past him within a time limit. He didn't quite have those restrictions. He just had to hold them back for fifteen minutes and it would be their victory. He just had to keep playing their game.

Five minutes had passed with the same results happening over and over again, and they pulled back to regroup. Seemed that the heroes noticed that Mori wasn't running out of stamina anytime soon. He didn't let up though, giving them no time to reconsider their options. If he did, he was sure they'd find a way to win.

"Renewal Baekdu," Mori uttered, as he crashed into his male classmate with his knee first. He quickly grabbed the folds of the hero's gi and wrapped his other leg behind Ojiro's neck, twisting and throwing him to the ground.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Mori disappeared and reappeared behind Yaoyorozu as the three rubber bullets flew through the space he'd just been. "Renewal Bo-Bup," Mori said.

Having heard him, she spun around and threw up a hastily crafted shield that was pulled down with a reverse kick feint into a leg grab. "Renewal Hoe Grab," he added, pulling down her guard with his leg. He followed the momentum and kicked her with his other leg, momentarily taking her out of the fight.

His instincts went on a high and told him that Ojiro was up and approaching from behind. He turned to grab the punch he knew was coming—

ZZZ! ZZZ!

—And instead took fifty thousand volts of electricity coursing through his body courtesy of the taser darts connected to the taser in Ojiro's hand.

"Argh," he groaned through gritted teeth. He fought through the pain though and pulled the darts shocking him out of his hand. He backed up into a corner.

Ojiro had a taser? What the hell? How? His eyes trailer to Yaoyorozu …right. It was stupid of him to believe that she wouldn't outfit her teammate as well. He'd been overconfident with the amount of time he'd made them waste. He had to be more cautious of both of them now with either one having weapons.

True to that, Ojiro brandished a pair of metal knuckles that seemed capable of electrocution. He also looked like he knew how to use them which meant a lot more effort to dodge on his part.

While Yaoyorozu held a firearm and a taser. "Yield, we've got you cornered and you can't fight both of us by yourself when we've got this gear," she ordered, closing in with Ojiro.

Mori smiled at them. "Now why would I fight you by myself?" he asked cockily, looking at the ceiling behind them. "Now, Jiro!"

The ceiling behind the two heroes crumbled, burying any chance of them retreating, and a figure jumped down from the hole made. Jiro focused on the two heroes who were now surrounded by them.

Yaoyorozu's eyes widened. "You'd willingly leave your weapon undefended?" She asked in confusion. "Isn't that a little too risky? What if one of us got past?"

Mori continued to smile. "Pardon my next few words, they're rather out of character, but how is a hero supposed to save anyone without taking a few risks? It's a part of the job description," he announced.

As Ojiro was about to say something, he was forced to throw up his guard when a blow aimed at his chest made contact with his wrists. He focused on Mori who'd thrown the kick.

"And how is a villain supposed to defeat the heroes without playing dirty," Mori taunted.

"Yaoyorozu, I need some assistance," Ojiro asked, as he took blow after blow from Mori's onslaught of attacks. When he got none, he spared a moment to peek back at his partner, to see her in her own fight with Jiro. He hesitated.

Mori capitalized on that hesitation, taking the pause of judgment for the opportunity it was. He swept the tailed student's leg from beneath him and drove both his elbows into his classmate's guts. "Renewal Fang."

The Monkey King didn't let up in his attack. He planned on ending it here. "Renewal Axe," he uttered, as his leg came down in a downward kick to his classmate's chest. It made contact and Ojiro fell unconscious from the lack of air. He quickly pulled out his capture tape and hastily wrapped it around the tailed teen's arms, putting him out of the fight.

He looked over at Jiro to see how her fight was going and if she needed any assistance, only to see that she was faring well against Yaoyorozu. Heck, she was on the verge of winning her fight if he was being honest.

STAB! STAB!

Yaoyorozu yelped. "Heartbeat Shock!" Jiro shouted as she sent a powerful heartbeat into the former's body, rendering her unconscious. The black-clad teen retracted her earphone jacks back to their original length and pulled out her own capture tape, wrapping it around the hero's wrists. They waited for the match to be called.

"And the villain team wins!" All Might's voice echoed through the halls of the building, signifying the end of their battle.

Mori smiled and turned to his partner with a winning smile. "We did it. Great job, Jiro," he said, holding out a fist. "That was a perfect game."

She quirked a brow. "It was your idea," she said, with a bemused smile. "All I did was follow it."

His smile brightened. "Doesn't change the fact that you did a great job," he countered, motioning at his fist.

Jiro shook her head but gave Mori the fist bump he so desired. "You're a lot brighter than you act most of the time," she admitted bluntly. "I mean no offense by it. You just don't act very mature at times," she added.

Mori shrugged. "If they underestimate me, power to myself," he said nonchalantly, throwing his two unconscious classmates over his shoulders effortlessly. "It's their fault for underestimating me in the first place," he scowled, understanding a certain devil-haired man a little more. "Besides, I'm not the only one who does this. So, a piece of advice, don't underestimate anyone. Fight everyone equally, as if your life is at stake."

He walked off, leaving Jiro to trail behind.

After their mock battle had concluded, Mori'd watched the last two fights of their heroics exercise finish with little interest before school was let out for the day.

The one after their fight, the one he hadn't heard been called out, had been between Team C; Kirishima and Tokoyami, and Team G; Mineta and Sato. The win having gone to Team C fairly easily as Mineta hadn't yet figured out how to use his Quirk in combat.

While the final fight had been between Team F; Ashido and Asui, and Team J; Kaminari and Sero. Team F had taken the win on that one in the end and that was only because the girls learned that Kaminari had a wattage limit, which let them secure victory.

And although the school was let out early. Today was to be the first day of the club that his mother had more or less forced his hand to join. Which brought him to now, walking down the halls of the third years' wing in search of classroom 3-B.

"Class 3-B, Class 3-B, Class 3-B," Mori mumbled to himself, scanning each door he passed in hopes that one of them had 3-B written.

Eventually, he found it, staring up at the impressive door with the bold red number and letter. He was about to walk in but stopped when he heard voices behind the door. Muffled beyond comprehension, he pressed the side of his head against it in hopes of catching the conversation behind it.

"When will these new members get here?" One voice said. "We've been waiting for half an hour already! I want some action!"

"Are you sure anyone's even coming," a second muttered quietly. Mori really had to strain his ears to hear him. "Can I just go home already?"

"They'll come, they'll come~" a third person sang, rather enthusiastically. "Our posters were so pretty. I'm sure someone will come."

The second person waited all but a couple of seconds before complaining again. "No one's coming," he sighed. "I'm leaving."

Some clattering could be heard inside. "No, you're not going anywhere," the bubbly one said stubbornly. "Not until someone shows up."

"Please let go of me," the depressed one sighed again. "We still have class tomorrow and I need to sleep."

"No," they replied.

Their voices were getting closer and-

Oh shit! Before he could step away from the door and make a run for it down the hall, the door opened revealing three people. One of them, a bubbly bluenette third year, was trying and failing to drag another, a depressed indigo-haired third year, back into the room, while the third, a muscular blonde third year, stood by laughing at their antics.

They all froze when their eyes landed on Mori, who in turn mimicked their actions. They stayed like that for all of a second before the bluenette pushed right up into the Monkey King's face, making him fall back. That didn't give him any space though as her face was right up in his not a moment later. She stared into his eyes and he stared right back uncomfortably before she turned to her companions and smiled. "Told you someone would come," she said with an 'I told you so, therefore praise me' smile.

The blonde slapped the indigo-haired teen on the back as he laughed. The latter stumbling forwards from the power of it. "I guess you did, Nejire," he said, giving her a thumbs up. "Good job."

Nejire returned the thumbs up and before Mori knew it, he was dragged out of the hallway and into the classroom. The door slamming shut behind him.

He was pushed into a chair at the center of the room. A bunch of other chairs forming a circle around the one he sat on. Seems they'd expected a bigger turnout. He looked up at his three seniors fearfully. Well, one in particular. The bluenette scared him.

They all smiled down at him and he returned it weakly. "Hello," he said politely.

Nejire squealed and grabbed both his hand, surprising the Monkey King. "Hey, my name's Nejire Hado," she introduced, jumping up on the spot slightly. "But you can just call me Nejire," she then pointed at the indigo-haired teen. "That's Tamaki Amajiki," she then pointed at the blonde, while the one she just introduced muttered about introducing himself. "And that's Mirio Togata."

Mirio smile grew. "What's up?" He greeted. "Call me, Mirio."

Mori nodded slowly, sort of understanding their group dynamic. The bluenette, Nejire Hado, was the energetic one of the group who did most, if not all, the talking. The blonde, Mirio Togata, sorta just let things happen and went along with it. While the last, Tamaki Amajiki, was dragged along by his friends' antics.

When he finished his analysis, he looked up to see all of them looking at him expectantly. Why were they- oh, right. Introductions. He returned their smiles. "Hey, my name's Mori Usagiyama," he replied. "It's nice to meet you all."

His hands were grabbed once more and he had the urge to pull them back. That'd be rude though, so he refrained for now. Also because it was the blonde this time. His eyes shone with interest. "You placed first in the practical aspect of the entrance exam, didn't you?" Mirio exclaimed, excitedly. "Let's fight."

Baffled by his sudden request, Mori didn't quite know what to say. Both the blonde and bluenette were in his face and honestly scaring him. Give him Satan 666 over high school social cues any day.

Thankfully for the Monkey King, both Nejire and Mirio were pulled back from him by Amajiki. "Give the potato some room," he mumbled, strangely not making eye contact with him while he said it. "You're scaring it."

Potato? It? Anyways, he was grateful to him.

The two grumbled but relented to their friend's advice. Mori flashed him a grateful, if not confused, smile. "Thanks, Amajiki," he said honestly.

Amajiki stared at him for a whole minute before looking away and trudging over to the closest wall. He put his forehead against it. "You can call me, Tamaki," he mumbled. He didn't turn around after that.

What? Did he say something wrong? Mori looked at the other two for help. Mirio smiled in return. "Tamaki's just shy," he explained. "He'll open up to you soon."

Mori nodded slowly. Okay… they were a bunch of weirdos. "So… am I the only one?" He asked, curiously. Looking around the room in hopes that there'd be at least one other person, regardless of what he'd heard outside. His hope was quickly dashed.

"Yep," Nejire agreed, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Welcome to the UA Conforming Club! We help you adjust to our school's unorthodox teaching methods!"

"Right…" Mori drawled, wondering if he would have been better off being transferred to Class 1-B instead of being here. Itsuka and Pony seemed like nice people. "Don't we need more members for this to be an official club?" He asked, hopefully.

Mirio shook his head with a small smile. "Nope, four is the minimum requirement to form a club," he replied, unhelpfully. "So were good on that front."

"Club Admission Forms?" He asked again, finding himself slowly being trapped.

A paper was slipped into his lap courtesy of the bluenette. "Here you go," she said, still as excited as ever, even though Mori was making it rather apparent he didn't want to be here.

"First club meeting?" He asked once more, realizing that they weren't going to let him get away as easily as he'd hoped. He damn well was going to try though.

"Happening right now," Tamaki added, smiling against the wall. Also joining in to support his friends' and classmates' decisions.

"Budget?" he asked desperately, noticing the amused glances exchanged between the three of them. They were enjoying his squirming… well, two of them were. He couldn't really tell with Nejire. She just seemed too excited to notice his despair.

He realized that there was no way out of this. He was going to be stuck with these weirdos, unless… a point was raised by all the little Mori's in his head and he smiled at the discrepancy. "And what about a teacher supervisor?" He asked triumphantly, not seeing any teacher in the classroom and proving his point.

To that, Mirio and Nejire looked rather amused. Even Tamaki looked slightly interested, having moved his head slightly against the wall to look at the Monkey King.

It took Mori all of a second to realize they weren't looking at him. Rather someone behind him. "They're behind me, aren't they?" He said in resignation.

"That I am," a pleasant female voice announced from behind him. He turned around in his chair and came face to face with the ogling stare of one of the more eccentric teachers of U.A., as well as one of his mother's best friends.

"You must be Ru's kid. You're so adorable," she managed, pulling him into a hug and mashing his face against her breasts and rather provocative hero costume. "I'm Nemuri Kayama, but you can just call me Auntie."

Mori closed his eyes and sighed. "Crud biscuits," he moaned.

Damn, what has Mori gotten himself into? The Big Three creating a club for people to adjust to U.A.'s odd customs. Midnight as their teacher supervisor. This just spells out disaster for Mori. Should have just dipped while you had the chance. You're doomed, Mori.