Hey everyone, it is I, the Phoenix, back with another update before I release the new chapter of Hero Complex in a few days.

This chapter is mainly an interaction-based one, so I decided to get it out there before I continue with my other projects, because I decided to post at least a single chapter of my other story ideas. Based on how popular they are, I'll work on them more.

I have a Worm fanfic, two MHA fanfics, and possibly a RWBY one coming out soon, if only for one chapter. But for now my Update priorities are Hero Complex and the Second Arc of Multiplayer, which I will begin soon.

I don't have much else to say, so it's time for the Reviews.

Thanks all of you for the praise, and I am doing my level best to keep everyone within character, so thank you for acknowledging it. As for KillaBee, I thank you for defending me from those retards who can't even read past the first chapter. Seriously, it ticks me off that four or five people literally took my idea and began giving their own twists to it and publishing it, and no one says anything, but borrow a few paragraphs from a long dead crossover with another franchise, and then suddenly I'm an evil plagarist. Get real, people.

And don't worry about the Servants. I can confirm Medea, Eresh-chan, Modred, Scáthach, and others will be joining soon. Very soon.

I hear you, Mellra, and most of those Servants will come soon. And I'm pretty sure mine is the first Prisma Izuku fic out there, because I looked it up just to make sure before I published it back in December. Most of the others came afterwards, which is okay, because they're all doing their own thing, even if I provided the seed. I just get pissed at people who say my story isn't original when they don't even read it.

Anyways, one or two of you were confused about Tamamo's actions, which sould become more clear in this chapter. Izuku's words to her had a profound affect on her, and she was someone who would proclaim her Master as her husband and attempt to seduce him without even meeting them. You do the math.

And on the subject of Izuku's father, I do find it wierd that Horikoshi doesn't want to bring him up at all, which is why everyone makes horrible assumptions about him. Although Izuku doesn't talk about his dad, he doesn't seem to hate him, either. It just feels like Izuku forgot he existed.

Anyways, that's all for now, so let's get on with the story!

Chapter 6 - Memories

All her life, Tamamo no Mae had only desired two things.

Love and acceptance.

Two things that she had never gotten as long as she had lived, and two things that she felt the lack of all too keenly as she lay dying towards the end of her tale.

That was why she had given up her divinity to begin with, and had reincarnated as a human girl in the old province of Izumo. To understand and experience the love that humans held for one another, the love that could outlast even the most bitter hatred.

Of course, she hadn't desired anything superficial; admiration she had experienced almost her whole life, as Mizukume, the most beautiful child of her region, and later Tamamo no Mae, the most beautiful woman of the Emperor's court. Women wanted to be her, and men wanted to be with her. It was something she had known, but also something that had left her feeling all the more lonely.

It was to be expected. Try and try as she may to blend in with humans, she was a pseudo-Divine Spirit, a fragment of Amaterasu herself. And most Divine Spirits could never find such things, no matter how much they pined for them.

The same women who wanted to be her envied her for her beauty and wit, and kept their distance, glaring at her behind fake smiles and grandiose gestures, seething in silent fury that she was everything they were not. She would find no acceptance from them, no matter how much she tried to cater to them and befriend them.

The men who wanted to be with her only lusted after her body, without any regards to her feelings or her personality. Their love was all too shallow, and wasn't the affection she had craved. Even Emperor Toba was not innocent of such a thing, paying little heed to her wisdom. It was this that had hurt the most, as she had become his court lady at the age of eighteen, because it seemed like the Emperor had valued her wisdom. She had hoped that maybe she would find the acceptance she craved with him, but it was not to be. Instead, all he did was keep her around as a pretty face. Some accounts believed that their love was real, and others believed that she led him on, but the truth was that he himself did not want to marry her as it would go against the traditions of his dynasty. He was just as shallow as the other men she had met during her life.

She was revered, yes, as the most beautiful woman of the Emperor's court. But reverence was far from the same thing as acceptance.

So she stayed alone and unloved, although she was surrounded by the trappings of luxury, and lived a lifestyle that most would kill for. And it all became even worse when one morning, she found that she had sprouted fox ears and a tail.

Abe no Seimei, unfortunately, had found out about a month after it had happened, though she tried her hardest to keep her new features concealed. Unfortunately for her, the Emperor had only just fallen mysteriously ill.

To her shock and horror, just because she was different, she was immediately the one that was blamed. The women who had envied her now found their chance and inflamed others against her, while the same men who had lusted after her body now stared at her in thinly veiled disgust and fear.

She had fled the Emperor's Court in tears, and army contingent was sent after her.

The rest, as they say, was history, and not a pleasant one at that.

She had died trapped in the utmost sorrow, her one dream being left unfulfilled and her one desire never being achieved.

She had sunk into darkness, steepled in despair.

But then, he had appeared. A handsome green-haired youth, with eyes of the purest emerald, that she could gaze into forever.

Even as she lay dying, forsaken and abandoned, he had smiled at her, and taken her by the hand.

It's okay. I'm here now.

Those five words were delivered with more untainted and pure kindness than she had ever recieved during her lifetime. Love simmered in those green eyes, not love of the flesh, but a love for all sapient life forms, and a desire to protect.

The moment she had gazed upon him, she had known.

That this man, no, this Angel, was the ideal husband she had been waiting her whole life for.

She had subconsciously registered the nature of her summoning and her new attributes as a Heroic Spirit, but all that was important to her was finding this person and staying by his side for the rest of her days.

Thankfully, he was right in front of her.

And she hadn't wasted a moment in taking the initiative. After all, this man no doubt had dozens if not hundreds of women lusting after him, which was only natural as he was clearly a higher lifeform than all the other men in the world, and if she wanted to claim her place by his side, then she would have to work fast.

That, and the fact that she couldn't contain her love at the sight of the one person who had been there for her in her darkest hour, and the only person who had ever shown her the true affection and acceptance she had craved for so long.

So without wasting any time, she pounced on him and slammed her lips onto his.

She shuddered from all the signals her body was sending her as she wrapped herself around him, moaning as she rubbed against his chiseled body. She barely registered her kimono beginning to fall off around her as she leaned into the kiss, trying to transmit the pure passion she felt for the one before her.

Her beloved husband.

Meanwhile, with Izuku...

ERROR! ERROR! Main Systems have become unresponsive!

Unknown data has been detected in the system. File 'She's kissing me?!' has been found. File 'Pretty girl!' has been found. File 'Boobs!' has been found.

System corruption detected. File 'Love? What is that?' has been corrupted. File 'Izuku's Innocence' has found a bug.

Brain activity at 1.8%.

Sensory Overload detected.

Files corrupted and malware detected. Beginning reboot.

Shutting down. . .

Saving users settings. . .

Steam came out of Izuku's ears before he fainted, his eyes going swirly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, Tamamo didn't seem to get the message, as she only clutched him tighter, reveling in the minty scent he was giving off. To her surprise, he tasted like it too, not that she was complaining.

It was when her hand started to wander to a dangerous place that she was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

She broke the kiss with a disappointed sound, turning to look at the interloper who had disturbed her quality time with her hubby, as Izuku's unresponsive body fell sideways onto his bed, steam still rising from his neon red face.

To her curiousity, the aggressor was some kind of Mystic Code that seemed to take the form of a wand, floating in the air.

[I uh..., hate to interrupt you two, but there's something I need to talk to you about, Caster.]

"Speak." Tamamo said sharply, her eyes narrowing at the strange wand as her fox ears twitched. She clearly wasn't happy to be interrupted.

[Well, here's the situation...]

Systems back online...

Loading System Functions. . .

Loading User Settings. . .

Brain Activity back to 94.1%.

Hormones stable.

Bugs and Corrupted files have been purged. Malware has been deleted. Following files have been cleaned: 'Love? What is that?', and 'Izuku's Innocence'.

Reinforcing Mental Parameters with Folder 'Hero-Related Subjects'.

System User check done.

All Systems Operational.

Go Beyond, Izuku Midoriya!

Izuku stirred, blinking as he tried to regain his bearings.

He tried to run through his memories again, because he had no idea what had happened or why he had fainted.

He was sure he had used the Midoriya Family Secret Technique because he wasn't stupid enough to actually sleep in a position like that.

But why? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was summoning one of his Servants, and then...

"Goshuujin-sama! You're awake!" cried a cheerful voice, before he was tackled by a pink and blue blur.

When his vision refocused, he was only inches away from golden eyes that shimmered with cheer.

Oh, now he remembered what had happened.

[Hey, Izuku. Congrats on the wedding, bro!]

Now that caused Izuku to start.

"W-w-wha?" he stuttered out, his brain trying to force him to say something while his body refused to respond.

Then something furry brushed across his arm, and he turned his gaze away to see an orange fox tail rubbing against his arm.

The moment he laid eyes on it, everything in the universe decided to fade away. Nothing seemed important anymore. Not All Might, not Emerald and his mission, not his dreams of heroism, or anything else. The only thing that was important was petting the tail.

He needed to pet the tail.

So he petted the tail, running his hand along its length with the utmost delicacy.

The tail was just as just as soft and velvety as he had expected, almost like silk beneath his fingers.

What he didn't expect was a sensual moan from the woman the tail was attached to, her eyes half lidded and brimming with lust.

"Mikon~! Touch me more, darling~!"

Steam began to escape Izuku's mouth and ears once more, and Emerald decided to intervene before Izuku fainted again. Honestly, the guy needed to stop fainting so much around women.

Then again, he probably hadn't really interacted with any females before outside of his mother, and Tamamo was a bombshell of a woman who was proving to be a little too clingy. It wasn't actually that far outside the realm of expectation for him to behave that way, all things considered.

[Caster, I understand that you're, uh... overly affectionate, but Master isn't used to receiving that kind of affection from women, and your behavior's kind of making him uncomfortable. Probably because he's only thirteen. Maybe you should give him a little space, because it's going to be a pain if you get arrested for doing unspeakable things to a minor.]

Izuku's face was positively glowing now as he desperately fought to keep his systems online, staggered by the words being thrown around.

In a moment, Tamamo blinked out of sight, reappearing a moment later at the corner of the room, her head on her knees with her ears flattened against her head and her tail lying limp on the floor. Much to the befuddlement of both boy and wand, a miniature storm cloud had sprung up above her head, raining on her gloomy form.

"*sniff* I'm such a bad wife, not knowing such simple things..."

[Uhh... are you oka- YOWCH!]

Emerald floated over to the depressed Heroic Spirit, but before he could get close enough to her a stray lightning bolt came from the cloud and blasted Emerald, sending the Kaleidostick spinning away, smoking erratically.

Meanwhile, all of Izuku's heroic instincts were triggered when he saw that Tamamo seemed to be sinking further into depression, seemingly beginning to melt into the floor, which was already soaked. After all, comforting people was also one of the hallmarks of a good hero! All Might was way more popular than Endeavor not only because of his prodigious strength and his ever-present smile, but also because he actually seemed to care about the people he saved, instead of just focusing on beating down villains like the Flame Hero. Being able to bring relief to victims of disaster was just as important as fighting villains in the life of a Pro Hero.

Completely forgetting his awkwardness, Izuku walked towards her, warily eyeing the thundercloud, which rumbled but thankfully didn't blast him, and wrapped Tamamo in a hug.

"Um... It's okay, Tamamo-san. I think you just confused me for someone else. I don't think there's anything wrong with that." he said, patting her back before freezing as he just realized what he had done, the awkwardness returning in full force.

He had hugged a pretty girl of his own volition. Although calling Tamamo 'pretty' didn't really do her justice, but that wasn't the point here.

The point was that he had initiated extra-professional physical contact with a girl!

Damn it, he was just doing what All Might did on all the news bulletins and live videos he had found regarding the Symbol of Peace! But he didn't expect it to be like this!

Izuku slightly began to shake, trying to think of someway to detach himself from the foxy woman without coming off as really rude or awkward, his eyes darting to the side as his face turned red, trying to look anywhere but the teary golden orbs focused on him.

In a second, the Caster's mood took a 180 degree turn, and the storm cloud became a sun that evaporated the water off their clothes and the floor as she began to glow, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Mikon~! Ah, Goshuujin-sama, your so sweet! But you're so silly, too! I would never mistake you for anyone else, because no one in the world is like you! I guarantee it! You're the one that accepted me, and are the man I love with all my heart!" she exclaimed cheerfully, her tail wagging as she snuggled up to him, her ears flicking as she curled up in his lap, looking up at him with a dazzling smile. "I could never forget your warmth and scent, dearest husband! I can even feel it in my dreams~"

Izuku looked like he had a really bad sunburn, because his whole body was now turning red, the temperature of his skin rising as if inflamed.

Never in his life had the poor boy imagined that he would be on the receiving end of such romantic words.

[Wow. You really got quite the Servant, didn't you Master? But seriously, we should get down to business. I've been talking with Caster about the magic situation, and she had a few ideas about what we could do. You mind taking the stage, Tamamo-san?]

"Hmmm~ Okay, then!" she said, springing off of him and placing a palm against his chest.

Izuku felt a pulse of foreign energy enter his body before circuit-like patterns began to glow across his body, though they were minute.

"As you know, there's not much we can do about your Magic Circuits directly." said Tamamo, her face becoming contemplative lay as she sat back on her haunches, her tail swishing as she considered all the variables. "Magic Circuits cannot increase in number or quality naturally. The next best thing would be for you to get a Magical Crest, but Magecraft and other forms of magic are practically dead in this world, as I'm told. So that isn't really much of an option either, since you don't come from a Magus Family. Formalcraft or similar magic that used the world's Mana as fuel instead of your Od might have been the way to go, but the state of magic in the environment is beyond dreadful. The Leylines are all dried up, and are far beyond restorable at this point."

"Why is their condition so bad?" asked Izuku, who had recovered from her cuddling.

She smiled at him, although her expression was tinged with sadness. "Magic might have a lot of mechanics, but at its core it is all about belief. And this World simply doesn't believe in magic anymore. Ever since these 'Quirks' showed up, the power of Magecraft no doubt took a drastic pitfall. People don't believe in Miracles and Mysteries anymore, in this World of Quirks. It's not unlike the Magecraft Singularity Theory. As more and more people understand and become well-versed in Magecraft and Miracles, their power weakens drastically."

"And people essentially replicate Magecraft with their Quirks, not to mention the fact that the Quirk Factor seems to have some sort of detrimental effect on a person's Magic Circuits. So magic basically had no way of surviving in the world anymore. The only reason I can use magic is because I'm Quirkless and because Emerald draws Mana using the Second True Magic. Otherwise, since there's no Mana in this World to absorb and my Circuits aren't really anything to feel proud of, I wouldn't be able to use Maagecraft, although by Emerald's definition I'm essentially using True Magic since Emerald's power functions off of imagination." Izuku continued, scribbling furiously on a book he had produced from some unidentifiable location.

"Ah~ You're exactly right, although I'll need to do a few tests in order to be sure." said Tamamo. "But what I think we can do is implant a Magic Core in your body."

"A magical... core?" asked Izuku.

"If a Magical Circuit is like your average power plant, then a Magical Core is like a nuclear reactor, constantly generating energy that permeates throughout your body, heedless of Magic Circuits. It's something seen mainly in Phantasmal Beasts, usually in their hearts, and that is what allows them to use some natural form of magic even though they apparently don't have the Circuits to use it with."

[I still can't believe that you can actually make one, much less implant it in him. I know we talked about it, but still... that isn't something that can be done lightly. From what I know, the last time that was successfully done in recorded history was when Merlin implanted Arthur with a Dragon's Core, but I'm pretty sure that was before she was born.]

Tamamo huffed haughtily and stuck her nose in the air.

"Of course! You're talking to a literal goddess. There's not much I can't do, even if most of my divine powers were sealed when I became a Servant."

[But what will it require? I'm not too big on the subject, but I know you can't just magic one out of thin air.]

"If I'm being honest?" she said, her tail swishing. "Mostly, time. This is something that can take up to a month, so we'll have to make do until then."

"I guess that's better than nothing." said Izuku. "Can you teach me magic later?"

"Mikon~! Anything for you, Goshuujin-sama!"

Before Tamamo could pounce on him again, they heard the door opening, and Izuku went outside when he heard his mother struggling with the groceries.

"Here mom, let me."

"Thank you, honey."

Tamamo's ears perked up.

"Mother?" she asked herself, before her tail stiffened.

The woman outside was her mother-in-law! She just had to meet her. What was she like? Was she kind and warm like her Izuku or was she the cold and stern type?

She was about to dash outside when Emerald rammed into her from the side, pulling on her kimono.

[Lady Inko doesn't know about us yet! Don't compromise us, Caster. I'm sure you can get acquainted later, when Master is comfortable telling his mother about us!]

Tamamo huffed.

Why did things have to be so difficult?

[And while Master's away, let me show you the Japanese legal codes regarding marriage and what you can and can't do to minors...]

A few minutes later, both Midoriyas ran into the room when they heard a horrified scream, only to find one of All Might's greatest rescues playing on Izuku's laptop, the only evidence towards the culprit being the edge of a Class Card peeking out from under the bed.

Chuckling at her son's fanatical obsession with All Might, Inko went off to make dinner.

As soon as she left his drawer opened on its own and Emerald flew out.

[Man, that was a close one. Luckily you have things that involve screaming in great amounts on your computer.]

"What was that scream?" asked Izuku curiously.

[Oh, that? Caster found out she would have to wait five more years to legally marry you.]

Jeanne's eyes opened, and she found herself in a white hallway, outside of a room marked with the French standard she had on her flag.

She had no idea how she had gotten there, because she had been in a state of rest to conserve power for when her new Master would need it next, which was basically the Class Card equivalent of sleeping. It was necessary due to the situation of the World's lack of magic.

Looking down the hallway, she saw that many of the rooms were sealed off by large yellow and black ribbons, their doors faded as if they were flickering out of existence.

However, three doors apart from her own were normal, one depicting a British crest, another with a Japanese insignia and a third with what appeared to be a sun on it.

Before she could contemplate further on what this place was and how she got here, the door with the British crest opened, revealing a young man with white hair and violet eyes, wearing a purple outfit with armor plating attached to it, reminiscent of a knight's garb.

"Ah, Jeanne d'Arc, I presume? A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Galahad, Knight of the Round Table, a fellow Servant of Lord Izuku under the Class of Shielder." he said, with a polite smile and a bow.

"A-ah." she stuttered, embarrassed by the formality. "I'm Jeanne d'Arc, Class Ruler. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sir Galahad."

He gave a small smile, and turned his attention towards the other two doors.

As if on cue, there were twin flashes of light before Okita and Tamamo manifested, the latter drooping as if she'd been told her family had been murdered. She quickly snapped out of it when they began to take note of their surroundings.

"Where are we?" asked Okita, her eyes narrowing as she placed one hand on her sword.

"This place is known as the Second Archive." said Galahad, walking down the hall, gesturing for the three women to follow him, which they did. "You can say it's a world connected to the Deck of Heroes. Our Spirit Origins have been linked to this place through the Deck of Heroes, so that even upon our defeat in battle, we do not return to the Throne and instead regenerate here so that our Master can call upon us once more."

"But what are we doing here?" asked Jeanne.

"This is actually where we go whenever we are not being used. The synchronization process took longer for the three of you since Master's sealing process had to be applied to you in order to remove your corruption. I've been here since the beginning since I was the only card to remain. You'll find that you can monitor events in the real world from your rooms if you see fit. This place is kind of like a waiting room of sorts. We'll be transported out when we are summoned or when Master directly uses our power." said Galahad, before stopping in front of what looked like a conference room.

"I see. So this is where we end up when Master is not using us. But where have you taken us? This doesn't look like one of the rooms." said Okita, something that Jeanne agreed with while Tamamo continued to sulk over something they weren't aware of.

"Yeah, let me go back to the rooms! I want to see Goshuujin-sama..." she said.

"Don't you feel it?" asked Galahad cryptically. "How this place calls to us?"

Jeanne took a moment to stop and feel, and to her surprise, she did feel a sort of compulsion, now that the other Servant had mentioned it. It almost felt like the room was calling to them, beckoning them to come in.

It was actually kind of off-putting.

Okita pushed the doors open, content with leading the charge.

They followed her in, a little more cautiously, but to their surprise, all they saw was a small orb on a large table.

There were two words emblazoned on the base of the orb;

DREAM CYCLE

"Dream Cycle?" muttered the saint.

"I see. This is a highly unorthodox method of initiating the Dream Cycle between us and our Master." said Galahad, moving closer to the orb, brimming with curiosity. "So shall we? I don't think we really have anything else to do as Master is asleep right now."

With general signs of agreement, all four Heroic Spirits placed their hands on the orb.

The device glowed green, and then the world fell away.

"Why are you being so mean Kacchan? You're making him cry!" asked a crying Izuku, who could have been no older than four or five years old.

They saw a child Izuku standing protectively in front of a crying boy on the ground. The screen shifted to show three boys, with a young boy with Ash blond spiky hair and red eyes with his fist near his hand and small explosions coming off, and the two boys in the back activating their quirks of wings as well as extendable fingers.

"If you keep on hurting him…..I'll stop you MYSELF!" declared the younger Izuku as he took on a fighting stance.

Bakugo's face twisted into a cruel smirk and he said, "You wanna pretend to be a hero? You don't stand a chance without a quirk, Deku!", punctuating the last sentence with a small blast. As the three boys launched themselves at him, Izuku stood determined, with tears in his eyes.

"All men are not created equal, This was the reality I learned about society at the age of four... And that was my first and last setback." he said, as the scene shifted to child Izuku being beat up by Bakugo and his goons.

A young Midoriya was holding an All Might action figure in his hand while jumping at his mothers' feet. "C'mon Mom! It's computer time!"

They were in his room, which was filled from top to bottom with All Might posters and paraphernalia, young Midoriya is shown rocking back and forth in his chair, urging his mother to go faster. She remarked that he might've added ten thousand views to the video himself.

'The video I loved was an old one. Disaster footage from a long time ago. But it was also the Debut of the Greatest Hero ever.'

People were seen exclaiming about the number of people the hero had already saved. Young Midoriya's eyes lightened up in anticipation. A loud booming laughter was heard and All Might was seen carrying people in his hands and on his back. Midoriya practically glowed at seeing his idol, cheering alongside everyone else. All Might showed his signature smile and said his evergreen phrase, causing Midoriya to get blown away by this, the scene resonating in his heart with a force that he could not understand.

"Ha ha ha!" All Might's uproarious laugh echoed from the speakers as Child Izuku stared at the screen, entranced as All Might reassured everyone by saying his signature catchphrase.

Izuku smiled broadly, exclaiming how he was going to become just like All Might when he got his Quirk.

"Sorry kid, it's not going to happen." stated a doctor nonchalantly, completely ignoring the fact that he had casually crushed a kid's dream, with an obviously distraught kid Izuku as he even dropped his precious All Might action figure in shock. His mother commented on the fact that most of his fellow classmates already manifested their quirks and worriedly inquired if something was wrong with him.

"When Quirks came into being, humans evolved to become more streamlined, and lost a toe joint." he said, before showing the family an X-ray. "As your son has two joints in his left pinky, it will be impossible for him to gain a Quirk, just like 20% of the population."

"The fact of the matter, is that Izuku Midoriya is Quirkless."

Izuku's mother was looking sadly at him, who was watching the All Might video again.

"See that mom…..there's always a smile on his face no matter how bad things get." Izuku said, his voice cracking up.

"Even when things seem impossible, he never gives up." He turned around to face his mother and the woman teared up at her son's face. He was pointing at the screen with a big, watery smile, and tears were rolling down his face.

"Do you think….I can be a hero too?"

She walked towards him and enveloped him in a hug, apologizing to him.

"I-I'm sorry, Izuku!"

'Mom, that's not what I needed you to say. Couldn't you see, my world was crumbling? There was only one thing I wanted to hear.'

The years slowly passed, as Izuku was ostracized from his peers, bullied daily and relentlessly.

"That's Midoriya?"

"I heard he's Quirkless. What a loser."

"You're nothing Deku. You're worthless. Just a pebble beneath my feet. So don't forget that, you Quirkless nerd!"

"That Quirkless idiot wants to become a Hero? He's obviously delusional."

"You really want to be a Hero so badly, Deku? If so, then why don't you take a swan dive off the roof and hope you get reborn with a Quirk in your next life?"

Even through all the torment he underwent, he still smiled, and tried his very best to help people.

After that fateful day and the oath he had sworn at the age of nine, he traveled throughout Mustafu, helping people in any way he could, from helping the elderly cross the street to walking people's dogs for them when they were unavailable.

Because at his core, Izuku Midoriya couldn't ignore the cries of those in need, even if he didn't have the power to help them.

The funny thing was that, unknown to him, his efforts hadn't been in vain. Slowly, a majority of the people around town greeted him with a smile on their faces, often giving him gifts such as free food or even words of encouragement and advice. It was a far cry from his peers and the people who ran his school.

As he continued to change the lives of people, such as when he began to translate ancient relics alongside Professor Washi and his students, he hadn't realized, that he, a Quirkless nobody, had done something amazing; he had worked his way into the hearts of the people, and had proven his worth.

He had met Mirio and Tamaki similarly, when he had saved the latter from a weight that had fallen off of a rack in the gym. Two boys who would later become his bests friends, the only lights in his world of darkness.

He hadn't sat back and wallowed in despair. Even through the most violent of bullying, he had continued to move forward, even as the darkness creeped behind him, acquiring more and more skills as he walked down his chosen bath, changing the hearts and minds of the people around him by virtue of his own merit.

Even if Izuku Midoriya was really just a Quirkless nerd, as a good deal of the people he interacted with wasted no time saying, he had proven to the people of his town that he wasn't useless. And they in turn, barring those blinded by scorn, knew that the child who tried to help everyone would become something great in the future.

The orb's green glow faded as they found themselves back in the room.

For a moment, none of the Servants said anything, processing what they had just witnessed about their Master's life and character. They had seen every moment of their Master's life, from the moment he had become a coherent human being.

Then Galahad bowed his head in both sorrow and an overwhelming amount of respect.

Okita's grip on her katana was making her knuckles go white, her teeth gritted in anger.

Tamamo smiled shakily, the memories of their Master hitting her a little too close to home, but only reaffirming that he was the perfect husband for her.

Jeanne had clasped her hands in prayer, though tears rolled down her cheeks. How could she not feel this way? Her Master had suffered in a way no child ever should, bullied and ostracized for something so stupid, and had still found the strength to move forward in a world that didn't want him. People had considered her lack of hatred towards those who executed her the true mark of her sainthood, but wasn't what she had just witnessed even more amazing?

Izuku Midoriya wasn't anyone special. He hadn't heard the voice of God, nor did he possess Divine blood. He hadn't pulled a sword from stone. He hadn't bathed in the blood of a dragon. He was a normal boy, a little too normal if one considered the world that they had been summoned too, and yet he had tolerated overwhelming amounts of abuse at the hands of his own peers, his own people, since the tender age at four. He had been suffering for nearly a decade, since the tender age of 4, his only relief coming as a result of his own good deeds. Yet, he bore not even a hint of bitterness and hatred towards his fellow humans, and would drop everything to save even those people who had tormented him ruthlessly.

Even if he had experienced nothing but pain and loneliness, he had still managed to retain his purity and his ideals. Had he been born in her time, Jeanne knew within her heart that he would have become nothing less than a saint in his own right.

Because her Master was just that amazing. She could feel the admiration swell within her, and felt blessed to have met such a pious Master.

"How dare they..." growled Okita, the Shinsengumi's captain baring her teeth in fury. "How could they do that to a child?! Have they no shame?! Why does Master have to earn their kindness?!"

The Japanese warrior only had two things that she loved above all else; sweets and children. Seeing Izuku stumble through the early parts of his life as someone dismissed so callously and abandoned by the adults he was in contact with, barring his mother, while they enabled the other children to make his life miserable had stoked a burning anger in her veins.

That kind of isolation and bullying wasn't something that was in any way acceptable; children weren't responsible for the mistakes of others. But what really ticked her off was the fact that her Master hadn't actually done anything to warrant such treatment; only the circumstances of his birth were what led to his long, miserable tenure at school.

It was with a heavy heart that she acknowledged her Master, because there was no reason that the green-haired boy had to suffer so much and still prove himself the better man by coming out on top.

"Ah, Goshuujin-sama, you're truly more amazing than I thought..." said Tamamo, as she wiped her own tears.

He knew. The pain of being alone, the pain of being rejected by those around you. He was just like her.

No. That was incorrect.

He was better than her. Even if she had never found love and acceptance, she wasn't actually tormented the same way he had been for about a decade, at least until the end of her life, when she had died. She had lived in luxury before that, renowned as a peerless beauty and the Emperor's favorite. He had no such things, and had earned every shred of the respect he had gotten in his later years.

She could feel her love for him growing further with everything she learned about the shy, awkward teen. She cursed the country of Japan bitterly for forcing her to delay her wedding plans by five years. That meant five more years of having to defend her Master's purity from all the other women who would no doubt crowd around him like ants on a buffet.

But also...

She bared her fangs and snarled as she thought about the one she now considered her worst enemy.

Katsuki Bakugo.

If she ever saw the little piece of sh*t so much as breathe funny in her darling's direction, she was castrating him. And maybe she could throw in a few curses afterwards, just for security reasons.

"Truly, I am blessed to have a new King as great as my last..." said Galahad, his expression solemn, though the edges of his mouth were curled in a smile.

Now he understood what had compelled him to remain in the Deck, allowing him to resist the strange allure they had all felt when the Deck was first activated. It was because his Master had a sense of Justice that far surpassed his own. That was what allowed him to remain close to him, as Izuku Midoriya was someone even his former King would have acknowledged as one among the worthiest of men.

He had no doubt in his mind that had Izuku been alive during his time, he would also have been a Knight of the Round Table just like him, because the potential for greatness that the boy possessed would not have allowed him to fade into obscurity. Even if the boy hadn't become a Master and gotten himself embroiled in this conflict, he was sure that his new King would have risen to greatness regardless.

His admiration for his new King rivaled that which he had for his old one.

And of course, after careful deliberation, there was one thing he was certain of;

"I think it is safe to say that Master is an incarnation of the Lord, a Divine Spirit that somehow managed to outlast the Age of Gods." he said solemnly, fully believing every word he had spoken.

"That sounds true, Sir Galahad." said Jeanne, who had her hands clasped in reverence. "Only the Lord himself would have the kind of patience our Master possesses."

"As a Divine Spirit myself, I can vouch for that! The feeling Goshuujin-sama gives off is no less than a God's. But that's to be expected of my darling, of course. He is superior to all other men." agreed Tamamo wholeheartedly, her tail wagging in glee.

She got a look from Jeanne at that last statement, but the Saint didn't say anything.

"I think... Master is someone I would follow to the gates of Hell itself." said Okita finally, her expression resolute. "I will dedicate this sword of mine to serving him as best as I can as long as I am a Servant in his employ."

The other three nodded in consent, feeling the same way, and the four of them swore to themselves that they would not once falter in any task given to them by Izuku.

Because that was the extent of the respect and devotion they shared towards their Master.

Izuku woke up with a start.

For a moment he didn't open his eyes, trying to understand just what he had been dreaming about, because what he had seen was far beyond his imagination.

Dreaming about leading a horde of fox-headed Knights against a Japanese castle full of French ninjas could not be normal.

The wierdest part was that it all felt so real, as if he was there and had experienced it firsthand, which only made it more awkward.

Oh well, he could ponder more on that subject later. Now it was time to get ready for his current Sunday activities. First, he had to finish up the last bits of trash at Dagobah and then he was going to meet up with Mirio and Tamaki to go bowling, and then he planned go take the Heroic Spirits around town, both to become more familiar with them and just to show them the outside World, because it had been centuries since they were around, meaning many things had changed. So he might as well get a head start, since it was a busy day ahead.

His hand moved around a bit, trying to find his alarm clock and shut it off before it activated, since he had woken up before it, until it grabbed something round and soft, which he gave an involuntary squeeze as he fumbled around, typing to find the off switch on the 'alarm clock'.

A loud moan caused his brain to come to a screeching halt, as he was drawn in towards a warm body by slender arms.

"Oh, Goshuujin-sama, you're so forward~!" Tamamo moaned, breathing heavily as her ears twitched and her tail wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she rubbed against him.

The second Izuku closed his eyes again, they shot wide open as he let out a strangled gasp, due to seeing Tamamo cuddling with him in bed, wearing lingerie that definitely did not come from ancient Japan, and he realized with horror that he was actually groping one of her breasts, thinking it was his alarm clock, causing his whole face to explode into another blush redder than a tomato.

"AAAAAAHHHH?!" he screamed, jumping out of his bed and falling on the floor. This made Tamamo wake up fully, causing her to sit up and yawn while stretching out her arms and tail a bit a bit.

"Oh, good morning Goshuujin-sama, did you have a nice nap?" Tamamo asked with a gentle smile, although it had a mischievous undertone to it.

"Oh, good morning to you too, Tamamo-san, and yes I did have a-wait a minute, that isn't important right now!" Izuku said, his voice turning panicked towards the end.

"What are you doing in room?" Izuku asked hurriedly, his blush subsiding somewhat as he withdrew his hand immediately, causing Tamamo to pout.

It wasn't her fault. He had such gentle hands.

Izuku didn't realize that his Servants could summon themselves, but he also realized at he didn't really care. He trusted them, and it wouldn't really be a problem to him, unless get let themselves get seen by someone, especially his mother.

"What kind of question is that, Goshuujin-sama?" asked Tamamo, looking scandalized. "As your wife, it is my duty to be by your side at all times. Now come, I wish to experience one of these 'showers' with you."

"W-w-wife?! S-s-s-showers?!" cried Izuku, steam beginning to waft off of him as he exploded into another atomic blush, especially when Tamamo began to drag him towards the bathroom while simultaneously beginning to shed her clothes, causing him to begin panicking as he struggled to get free.

Thankfully, Jeanne summoned herself and dragged the foxy lady off of him, and he escaped while she began to scold the other Servant about the proper decorum and dignity one should maintain around others.

Though as he locked the bathroom door behind him, Izuku couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this was his life now.

And that's all, folks! I hope you guys enjoyed the character interactions and the explanation of Tamamo's new found love for Izuku. It seemed logical for me, so I went with it. Funny how the fanfiction world doesn't remember the laws behind marriage and sex in these stories.

It may only be a matter of time before his Servants found a religion in his name, so Izuku has to be careful from now. The reason they all resoect him so much is because the torture Izuku went through canonically is something that he conquered, which is amazing. He didn't become vengeful and bitter like Shinsou, but decided to never give up and move forward, which is something I admire. Some of you may believe that its nothing special compared to tragedies like what Cu and Seigfried went through, but I disagree, because Izuku, like I said earlier, is just an average guy, not possessing some great lineage or a magic sword. The mental strength required to resist that level of bullying is nothing to scoff at. As a former victim myself, I know full well about those kinds of matters.

Poor Izuku. His women problems are only just beginning.

Oh, and next chapter or the one after it, Bakugo finally gets what's coming to him. I'm redeeming him in my other story, so I'm going to tear him apart in this one.

I don't have much else to say, so I thank you all for your support and bid you a good day. PM or Review if you have any questions or constructive/supportive comments.

I hope this story gets a TvTropes one day. That's basically the Fanfiction equivalent of the Throne of Heroes.

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