Hey guys! It is I, the phoenix, back with another chapter of Event Horizon!

Today, I'll admit I don't have much to say, but there are a few things I have to lay on you guys. First of all, I personally want to admit that this chapter may seem a bit lower in quality than my other ones (personal opinion, anyways), and the reason for that is because I am kind of rushing to get to the point that hundred of people have asked me about time and time again; Izuku being a teacher.

That's one of the main premises of this story, apart from Izuku being a Kaleid Liner. So I can admittedly understand why so many people are getting impatient that I'm not getting there. For that reason, I kind of had to rush this specific chapter, mainly because it is the awkward puberty phase of the Arc, but once again, that is only my personal opinion.

Don't worry though, I've planned out everything else accordingly, and Izuku should be teaching in about 3 chapters. Normally, it would have been 5-8, so you can see how much I edited the plot and rearranged things.

That's honestly my only complaint. Everything else seems to be flowing smoothly. I guess I'm kind of frustrated because the part of my brain that generates the dialogues for my stories seemed to die when I was writing this, so I didn't get as many conversations as I would have liked.

Once again, that's all me. But if the chapter is really THAT bad, then I'll take it down and rewrite it to the best of my ability. I don't think it'll come to that, but just in case, I wanted to put that out there.

I'll be honest with you; I tend to suffer as a writer where dialogue is concerned. I don't know why, but anything I come up with just seems lame to me, and I end up feeling kind of cringy at my own lines. I'm good at narrating, exposition, descriptions of a character's mental state and fight scenes, but dialogue, for some obscure reason, seems to be my main weakness.

Once again, I don't think the chapter is as bad as I'm making it out to be, but it could have been better. However, just like puberty, this chapter was necessary for the fic to grow, so I hope you guys forgive me.

By the way, on the topic of your Reviews, I want to wholeheartedly thank you guys for all the support. This story had a really rough start where I got constantly flamed, so I'm glad to see that there isn't an unkind word coming in these days. It really makes my day when you guys leave a kind word, so once again, thank you all.

As for your questions; yes, I will add all the Extra Classes, except maybe Mooncancer, because of the shenanigans involved there. And yes, I do understand that Okita is much stronger than I've displayed her thus far, but remember that Izuku has even less Mana than Shirou. He can hardly sustain her simply because even with Emerald filling him up constantly, his capacity isn't big enough. She will have her time soon enough.

Anyways, that is all I wanted to say, so let's get on with the story!

Chapter 8 - Master and Servant [Part 2]

Izuku carefully studied his target, mentally mapping out trajectories and possible striking methods.

His eyes narrowed as he took every precaution to whittle down the chances of failure.

Everything he'd worked for depended on this moment.

To his sides, Mirio and Tamaki watched with bated breath, sweat rolling down their temples. Mirio's clothes fell off thanks to his anxiety, and Tamaki's hands quite literally clammed up, as they bore witness to the act that would seal their fates.

He took a deep breath, tensing his muscles and clenching his buttcheeks in preparation, shaking a few loose strands of hair out of his face.

Then he exhaled, and rolled the ball down the aisle.

The bowling ball almost soared gracefully down the lane, before slamming into the bowling pins that served as the gate-keepers to Izuku's victory.

The initial charge took out all but three pins, which wobbled unsteadily.

"C'mon..." muttered Izuku, sweat rolling down his face as he prayed for them to fall over.

To his sides, Mirio and Tamaki were praying the exact opposite.

One fell over, taking another one down with it, leaving one wobbling pin to decide the fate of the match.

They all watched.

It tilted to the side.

It leaned towards the ground.

And then finally fell over.

"Strike!" cheered Izuku, while Mirio and Tamaki groaned in despair.

"Guess you win." said Tamaki, his hands returning to normal.

Suddenly, he seemingly warped to the nearby wall, sinking his face into it in embarrassment.

"Mirio, your clothes." he said softly.

"Oh, right!" said Mirio, not even caring that he was flashing people in public. Thankfully, they didn't get kicked out or arrested because this sort of thing was common whenever Mirio got to excited, and people had long-since gotten used to it.

In fact, their lane was specially reserved for them by the manager, and had special dividers to keep them from being easily seen.

Izuku supposed that in a World of Quirks, one had to become flexible when running an establishment to cater to the needs of those with Quirks that caused certain complications.

Still, the owner of this bowling alley was a nice old man who Izuku knew personally, which is why they got the special treatment to begin with.

Since Izuku always insisted on paying no matter how many times the manager told him he could use the lanes for free, he'd gone through the liberty of arranging a lane specifically for their use.

The boys had been frequenting the place for many years, after all, and were exemplary customers, if one ignored Mirio's accidents and Tamaki's wall-hugging tendencies.

And as such, nearly every Sunday, the three boys met up to go bowling, a tradition honored by time. It was basically routine by that point, shared between three bright-eyed friends.

"Well, I guess that means you've won 40, I've won 52, and Tamaki's won... 6, at least since we started counting!" said Mirio brightly, causing Tamaki to groan in despair.

Poor Tamaki. He always got chicken feet when he was about to throw the ball.

Literally.

After the first few times it happened, they told Tamak to stop eating meat for a few days to see if the issue would be resolved.

It wasn't.

Instead, his hands turned into bean sprouts and he dropped the ball on his foot.

"Well, I'll catch up to you in no time, Mirio!" said Izuku with a laugh as they put their bowling shoes away.

"So are you guys all ready for your first day of U.A.?" asked Izuku cautiously, keeping his face straight to avoid giving away even a single hint that he was going to be teaching at U.A. that term.

"Oh yeah, I'm super pumped!" said Mirio, with boundless enthusiasm and a wide grin as he flashed Izuku and Tamaki a thumbs up. "This is going to be awesome! I heard that after a week or two of school, we can participate in the upcoming U.A. Sports Festival! We'll be showing off our skills live for people around the World, especially the Pros, and if they're impressed enough with our talent, they'll allow us to intern with them!"

Izuku smiled. Mirio's attitude was infectious, but the excitement was real, as even Tamaki, timid as he was, seemed somewhat excited at the prospect, even if he was nervous about it.

After all, thanks to all the training they had done together, he had gotten a pretty good grasp on his Quirk. He was more than confident in his ability to do well in an event like the Sports Festival, which was a sure fire indicator of how far he had come.

"I still think that's kind of fast though..." said Izuku, tapping his chin. "I mean, shouldn't they host the Festival at the end of the year, instead of the beginning? I mean, I understand that this is the best season for an event like that, but how much will he first year students actually be able to learn before they're thrust into a competitive environment?"

True, they were facing off against other first years, which meant they'd all be rather inexperienced, but Izuku felt that conducting the Festival at the end of the year would make it easier for the students to impress a Pro Hero, because they would have improved a lot with their Quirk usage and even their personalities thanks to the advanced learning environment and guidance from actual Pro Heroes.

"That's a good point." said Mirio, adopting his thinking face. "Although I guess maybe showing off our raw skills, without much official training, shows our potential! I mean, if we're this good without official training, then how good will we be when we actually get trained by the Pros? Maybe that's what they're going for, but I could be wrong."

"Maybe not." said Izuku thoughtfully. "That's an interesting angle to look at it from though."

"But that wouldn't really apply to the second and third years, right?" said Tamaki softly, adding his own input.

"True." admitted Mirio, seeing the flaw in his reasoning. "I guess we'll just have to find out by experiencing it, so I say we start training immediately!"

"Tomorrow." said Tamaki firmly. "I need to visit my relatives today. I won't be available in the afternoon."

"Oh, okay then. Monday it is! School starts on Friday, so we'll cram as much training as we can and then go from there." said Mirio, smacking a fist into his palm.

"Honestly, I don't think we can really improve anymore by training on our own." said Tamaki contemplatively. "We've hit our physical peak, and I can't see anything else to improve regarding my Quirk."

"Eh, you're right, but I don't think that there's ever really an upper limit to how much we can achieve." said Mirio brightly. "After all, even by doing the same thing over and over again, you can do something amazing!"

That was admittedly true in some cases. People like Best Jeanist mastered their Quirks by using them over and over again until their control reached an entirely different level.

In that regard, Mirio and Tamaki still had a decent road ahead of them. While they had gotten down every Quirk Trick Izuku had taught them, their basics hadn't yet reached the level of true Mastery.

"I think that we should start focusing on crime scenarios though." said Izuku. "We've sparred against each other a lot, but being a Hero isn't only about fighting. The only problem is that Search and Rescue Training isn't something you can do in your back yard or at the gym. I think U.A. has a facility for this kind of training though."

"Well, I'm sure it'll all work out." said Mirio easily, before looking at Izuku out the corner of his eye, his grin faltering slightly. "But we may not have as much time to meet up anymore, Izu."

The words were said apologetically, but Izuku could only smile in response, with the characteristic smugness of someone who knew something important.

They had exited the establishment in the meanwhile, and entered the fork in the road where Izuku split off from them to go home.

"Don't be so sure about that..." said Izuku, grinning, before heading down his path.

Tamaki and Mirio looked at each other, mystified. Smugness wasn't one of Izuku's base character traits, after all, so they were visibly confused.

"Do you ever get the feeling he knows something we don't?" asked Mirio, his grin portraying a little more confusion than normal.

"All the time." said Tamaki, his expression perfectly deadpan.

"I'm home!" called Izuku, leaving his footwear behind and entering his home.

"Welcome home, sweetie." said his mother warmly, rummaging through the refrigerator for the vegetables she had chopped the night before.

Now that her son was home, however, she abandoned her task and made her way over to him as he laid his backpack down and gave her a hug.

"I take it by that mischievous expression on your face that your friends don't know you're going to be teaching at their High School?" she said with an impish grin, causing Izuku to blush in embarrassment as she saw right through him.

"*cough* Well, they never actually asked, so..."

"Mhm, and it has nothing to do with you wanting to surprise them?" teased Inko, messing up her son's hair with her hand.

"No?"

"Was that a question or an answer?"

"A little bit of both, actually."

"Heh. Well, lunch will be ready in an hour. Just stay home until you eat, and then you can go out afterwards. After all, you're going to be a working adult in a few days, just like your parents, so you might as well enjoy yourself when you have the day off." she said, going back to the kitchen. "Now where did those leeks run off to..."

Izuku went back to his own room, pushing the door open and gently locking it behind him.

He opened his bag, and Emerald flew out, soaring through the air before hovering above his desk as Izuku collapsed onto his chair, letting out a breath before he cracked his neck and took out a notebook.

He threw a look at the Deck of Heroes, which was in his drawer, and then continued, as the Cards were inactive, which probably meant they didn't need anything at the moment.

He flipped open the book to the latest entry, after making a mental note to create profiles for each of the Heroic Spirits he had met. In the excitement of the last few days, he had forgotten, but old habits tended to kick in sooner or later, and his urge to overanalyze was coming back in full force.

The entry he had opened too was from a rather special notebook he usually kept on himself when he went to work with Professor Washi.

He called it the 'Index of Historical Legends, True and Unknown', or the Legendex, for short.

It was where he recorded all of the most accurate histories of various important historical figures based on what he had deciphered and the findings of the other branches of the archeological and historical industries, including people ranging from Medb, Queen of Connacht, to Draupadi, the wife of the Pandava Princes.

[These are pretty accurate, from what I can tell.] remarked Emerald, peering over his shoulder. [Do you mind if I take a few scans? I can cross-reference the information in battle to figure out what kind of Heroic Spirit we're up against. My data banks were damaged, do I lost most of this information. ]

"No problem." said Izuku, leaning back so that Emerald could get to work. Of course, the reason he had taken that notebook out in the first place was to see if he could find something they liked to do based on their stories.

More specifically, if there were any activities over which he could bond with them. While he had no obligation to do so, and he knew most of the Servants wouldn't push him to either, Izuku still refused to just leave them lying around when he wasn't using them. They were people too, and they deserved to be treated as such. This belief was only reinforced after Emerald had told him about the Holy Grail War, something that wasn't Holy in any sense of the word.

However, he had no idea what to do beyond taking them to shop for clothes so that they didn't stand out too much, or worse, get mistaken for Pro Heroes, which could lead to a bunch of problems. They gave off the auras of seasoned Pros, probably because they kind of were, which is what would make people actually believe they were Pro Heroes instead of random cosplayers. That would lead to a bunch of issues that would draw attention to the fact that none of them had any identification, as they hadn't been citizens for centuries, which would probably land them in jail, alongside him.

Another problem was that he could only manifest one of them at any given point in time, due to his ailing Mana Capacity, meaning he could only take one of them with him at any given time, at least until Tamamo finished her preparations with the Magical Core. He was leery to only speak to them telepathically, because that didn't seem very respectful, so he supposed he would just have to make the time to do something with them one by one.

Izuku had to admit to himself that this was probably the best course of action, because each Heroic Spirit had their own likes and dislikes, not to mention personalities and traits.

He had a distinct idea of what to do with each of them, except maybe Galahad, because the man (although he looked about the same age as him) was pretty closed off. Not in a bad way, but Izuku could tell that there was something up with him, something that the Grail Knight wasn't willing to share just about yet, which was fine, because everyone was entitled to their own secrets.

From their link, Izuku was only able to pick up trace amounts of two emotions; shame and regret. He wanted to help Galahad with whatever was bothering him, but he honestly didn't know how to.

Emerald, while he was thinking, had finished scanning the Legendex, and Izuku discussed the issue with him, after closing the drawer containing the Deck of Heroes so that they wouldn't listen in.

[Hmm... I think the only way to understand what's up with Shielder is to talk to another Knight of the Round. He strikes me as the stubborn kind, so he won't open up that easily. As for your other issue though, I think you should take Tamamo with you today. While Okita would be the ideal choice as she's the least conspicuous of the Heroic Spirits you have contracted to you, Tamamo needs to map out the Leylines in Mustafu properly, so she can build her own Workshop, which is something we need ASAP in order to deal with your Mana troubles as quickly as possible. And she can shapeshift, which can make things a little easier for you.]

"Okay then." said Izuku, before taking out a few sticky notes he had written his plans on. "So let me just work everything out..."

Izuku walked down the street, about two hours later, after he had eaten lunch, finalized his plans, grabbed Tamamo's Class Card, and set out, after quickly transmitting his thoughts to the other Heroic Spirits, who were quick to affirm the validity of Emerald's suggested strategy, although Okita and Jeanne insisted that they wanted to go out soon as well, while Galahad remained silent.

Emerald lay dormant in his pocket, having gone into Sleep Mode as to avoid 'interfering with the atmosphere', whatever that meant.

Emerald was an extremely quirky Kaleidostick, after all, so he didn't understand some of the more subtle language he employed.

Unknown to him, only Kaleido Sapphire was in any ways normal. Ruby was even worse than Emerald, by a large margin.

The reason Emerald was with him in the first place was just in case he detected another Class Card nearby that would require Izuku's attention. Without Emerald, Izuku couldn't cross over into the Mirror World and fight, so Emerald accompanied him in some form wherever he went outside of his home, because unlike the Deck of Heroes, he couldn't summon Emerald to his side if he needed them. One of the few weaknesses he had as a Kaleid Liner.

Anyways, he was currently panicking because his companion, Tamamo, had insisted on clutching his arm possessively, in order to 'discourage anyone from getting any ideas'.

He didn't personally understand what sort of ideas anyone would get and how pressing her body against his arm would dissuade those ideas, but she looked so determined that he couldn't bring himself to refuse her.

Didn't make him any less flustered though.

Tamamo's shape shifting abilities had proven top notch, as she had reduced her height to match his, so that they looked about the same age, although Tamamo was clearly more developed than anyone her age should have been.

She was wearing a pink and white striped sweater, with the zipper pulled down low enough to expose her bra, which was the only thing she was wearing beneath it, along with a gold necklace, extremely short black shorts, black stockings that almost reached up to them, and black high heels.

His own reservations about the lack of propriety her outfit displayed was offset by the fact that she actually fit in quite well, even though her ears and tail were out on full display.

In fact, the reason she was drawing the attention of people nearby wasn't due to her looking odd, but rather due to her peerless beauty, which was quite a step above most people.

He tended to blend in pretty well with crowds, except in areas where the people were familiar with him, such as some of the areas where he had walked dogs and the like, but now, he was more than conscious of the looks he was getting, which he attributed to the fact that he was with Tamamo.

Unknown to him, however, he was partially wrong. A good portion of those jealous looks were also aimed at Tamamo for being with him.

While his face was admittedly more on the plain side, his exotic hair color, his natural cuteness and looks that were offset by a rugged physique honed by years of Mirio's muscle training from hell meant that he was definitely a looker, almost on par with the woman he was walking arm in arm with.

The younger boys were envious of Izuku for being near Tamamo, with the few exceptions who were envious of Tamamo for the same reason, while the opposite was true for the younger girls, both the majority and the minority.

The men took their hats off to Izuku, mentally congratulating him for scoring a catch like her, while the women couldn't help but coo at the sight of a couple that looked like they were made for each other, walking together without paying any attention to anyone but each other. It made them remember their younger years fondly, when they met their own spouses.

Tamamo herself was giddy with excitement.

Private time with her beloved husband, on what was basically a date? Hell to the yes~!

While she knew that more overt romance was out of the equation, at least for a few years, this was the perfect opportunity to show Izuku that she was the best girl he could ever ask for! True, the urgency was partially stimulated by the fact that two of his other Servants were also highly attractive women, one of whom was already falling for their Master, even if neither of them knew it, but she had to admit that she was having the time of her life, exploring Mustafu with Izuku.

The most surreal part of the whole experience, apart from her darling of course, was the fact that she wasn't being glared at with actual killing intent, despite taking on a shape that was pretty much just a shorter version of her true form.

Sure, she was being glared at by those hussies who didn't want to accept the fact that Izuku was hers, but that was to be expected, since her beloved husband was on an entirely different level that other men couldn't hope to reach.

However, not one of the people they had passed, in spite of seeing her vulpine features, had given her a look of true hatred.

And she could see why, having figured it out when they passed a humanoid shark wearing a polo and cargo shorts, whom people were talking to as if it was completely normal.

It was a far cry from the Japan she remembered, where she had been hunted and reviled simply for being different.

Of course, that wasn't to say that the kind of racism she had experienced was gone. Instead, it had merely been reversed, so that the people who might have been considered normal back in her time were now abnormal.

She had seen firsthand how much her Master had suffered due to the same intolerance she had known all too well, merely for having been born without a Quirk, but she understood that the World had definitely gotten better in terms of tolerance, even if it was far from perfect.

Otherwise, her Master wouldn't even have been alive for her to hold onto.

She quickly banished those negative thoughts, and focused more on how to get her Master to open up to her. While she enjoyed teasing him, especially because he would get flustered even with the slightest hint of skin, which was partially why she had chosen a rather daring outfit, she wanted him to be comfortable around her, just like she was around him.

And thankfully, she knew just how to do that.

"I can't believe that a time like this came to be." she said honestly, taking a glance at the various kinds of people around her, in all shapes and sizes, as well as the patrolling Heroes in their bright and colorful costumes.

"I can see why Mystery no longer holds much power here..."

If everyone could use Magecraft, then no one could use Magecraft. That was a truth already known to the Mages of the Clock Tower back when it had still existed. Something similar had happened in this World; when 4/5th of people had a unique ability, which Tamamo suspected had a closer connection to Magic than anyone realized, the concept of Magecraft basically had the rug pulled out from beneath its feet.

"From an outside perspective, I guess it is kind of strange." said Izuku in response, smiling. "But for us? This is all we've ever known. I don't think there's a person alive who remembers the time before Quirks first began appearing."

Step One of Tamamo's Foolproof Plan to Steal Izuku's Heart: Get him to talk, especially about something related to Quirks, Heroes, or both.

The idea was to slide in using something he was comfortable with as a cover. It helped that despite being adept at combat, Izuku was an intellectual.

"So who came first, Villains or Heroes?" she asked, further steering the conversation towards territory her hubby was familiar with.

"No one know, because the records on the subject aren't very accurate or complete. In fact, it's one of the great Mysteries of our time, because Heroes and Villains began appearing almost as soon as Quirks did. Even the Baby who was born with the first recorded Quirk became a Hero, one of the first, and his power was a type of light absorption ability that basically turned his body into a modified optic fiber cable..." began Izuku, his tension beginning to melt away.

Tamamo almost squealed in delight when Izuku's eyes lit up, his body language changing rapidly as he began to elaborate on the subject.

Tamamo kept her ears on their conversation, but her attention was on his bright smile and the gentle swaying of his hair in the wind. She reached out with her tail and wrapped it around his free arm, and was pleased to see that he hardly even noticed, having become so engrossed in their chat. Instinctively though, he began to gently nuzzle her fluffy tail with his fingers as he spoke, which made her cheeks flush with pleasure.

Words couldn't describe the level of affection she felt.

The old her, back when she was still alive, would never have believed that such a thing was possible. That she could be happy like this, that she could find someone to love with all of her heart.

She may have had to wait a thousand years to meet the man of her dreams, but Tamamo no Mae could say with absolute certainty that it was worth it.

The rest of the day passed by rather smoothly, much to Izuku's surprise.

He had no idea how time had gone by so fast, but they'd managed to get a lot of things done.

Seeing as Tamamo seemed to have an eye for fashion, he'd let her pick out the clothes for both herself and the other Heroic Spirits to wear casually so they could blend in better, something she seemed to enjoy very well.

A little too well at times, especially when her own turn came.

She'd asked him to judge how her outfits looked on her, which was a trap that he knew full well about, but fell for anyway, and was subjected to almost an hour of what could only be some form of torture as Tamamo put on increasingly raunchy outfits that made him blush just by thinking about them.

For some reason, she'd almost collapsed at one point when he had admitted, heavily embarrassed, that she would probably look good in anything, which was just the honest truth in his opinion. She'd also been on Cloud Nine ever since.

"Mikon~ You're too sweet, darling!"

Once that was over though, he'd gotten a little more breathing room. He and Tamamo had basically completed a circuit around the city, and the latter had affirmed that none of the Ley Lines around Mustafu, despite being stronger than normal, were still functional, meaning their only source of magical energy was Emerald for the time being.

That did remind him of the man he had met that morning, Toshinori Yagi, who was apparently overflowing with magical energy, but Izuku decided to investigate that quietly without bringing the Servants into it. After all, the magical energy could be related to some kind of Quirk, maybe one that generated energy.

Just because he had magical energy didn't mean that the man was a Magus. He could attest to that, as he also knew no Magecraft worth mentioning, because Emerald basically turned his imagination into reality, pretty much bypassing the steps of Magecraft.

Also, the powers he used as a Kaleid Liner was more along the line of holographic projection rather than actual magical spells like blessings or curses, meaning it wasn't really Magecraft in the truest sense.

Anyways, it was nearing sunset, and Izuku was honestly surprised that he hadn't messed anything up. He tended to get paralyzed around girls, especially those closer to his own age, considering he was an outcast at school and had only ever interacted with adults orchestra elderly. He was still socially stunted in his own age group, with the exception of Mirio and Tamaki, but he had been friends with them for years.

Maybe if he had been a little more socially adept, he would have realized he had basically taken Tamamo on a date, and actually succeeded in showing her a good time, but this was Izuku; he was a smooth operator when he had no idea he was operating.

They'd hit some of the best eateries around Mustafu, something that Izuku knew well from all the times he had spent helping out around the city.

Of course, this meant he had met many people that he knew. They had all congratulated him, remarking that they 'didn't know he had it in him', which made him stutter furiously in denial, and had refused to charge him, which also made him stutter furiously in denial and try to shove his money into their hands, something which failed miserably.

Tamamo had introduced herself as Mizukume, which was her childhood name if he recalled correctly, and had joined forces with everyone in teasing him, which was practically (in his eyes) the biggest betrayal he had ever experienced since Mirio stole the last bowl of Katsudon at the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet they had been to two years earlier.

He still hadn't forgiven Mirio for the dastardly act. He was okay with the blonde boy cleaning the entire place out and getting them booted from the establishment when they ran out of food, but he couldn't forgive the fact that his precious Katsudon had also fallen under the banner of his conquest.

However, this made Izuku realize that he would have to tell his mom about the Class Cards. Too many people had met Tamamo, although thankfully, none of his classmates nor Bakugo were among them, something he thanked whatever Gods were out there for, but this meant that word would reach his mother sooner or later, and that would lead to complications, and force him to spin a web of lies that he simply couldn't do. He couldn't betray the trust she had placed in him.

Izuku resolved to tell her at dinner, because the more he put it off, the worse it would be. Sometimes, one just had to bite the bullet instead of shying away from it. This was a lesson he had learned growing up. He'd done so regarding his friendship with Mirio and Tamaki, as well as all the work he had done and the hobbies he had gotten himself into.

Tamamo tugged on his arm with her tail, drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Where are we going, Goshuujin-sama~?" she asked cheerfully, pulling her zipper up to ward off the evening chill.

Mentally thankful that she only called him by such an embarrassing nickname when they were alone or with Emerald, Izuku answered her.

"There's just one last place I wanted to show you." he said, as he took her along the path to a location that meant a lot to him.

Dagobah Municpal Beach.

He was bringing her for two reasons; first of all, it was the only place he hadn't taken her to yet that might be important, and two, to see if she could confirm that Toshinori Yagi had magical energy, at least from the probable energy trail left over from that morning.

Emerald, who had been secretly spying on them the whole time and recording everything for posterity, using his handily built-in Satellite Clairvoyance Imaging Program, almost laughed out loud when he realized what Izuku had done.

Everything was coming together even better than Emerald could have imagined.

After all, it was he who carefully manipulated Izuku into taking Tamamo, the Servant he had raised the most flags with, out on what was actually a date in disguise.

Well, disguised from him, anyways.

Emerald had actually expected to have to step in at points to keep things on the right track, but apparently, he didn't even need to, because Izuku, while being really dumb at times, was also really smart at times, or vice versa, and had executed things perfectly, even finishing up by taking her to Dagobah as the sun set, which was probably the most romantic spot in all of Mustafu, at least before it had gotten all mucked up with trash.

And he didn't even realize it.

[You know, if things keep going this way, I won't even have to put in much effort to make Master a Harem King, because he's apparently a freaking natural. I bet he became a Harem King in hundreds of parallel Worlds too.] he thought to himself mischievously. [Man, I wish Ruby was here. She would have loved this.]

With that thought, he focused on Izuku and the love-struck-beyond-any-semblance-of-doubt Tamamo, and wished he had some popcorn.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a mouth for that, though he did have a microwave feature.

Small victories.

Unfortunately though, Kaleidosticks apparently couldn't have nice things, because the exact moment Tamamo was about to comment on the view, all of Emerald's sensory arrays lit up like a lighthouse.

[Trouble!]

Without wasting time, Emerald flew out of Izuku's pocket, and landed neatly in his outstretched hand as the boy's face hardened as he slipped into his combat mindset, as his Kaleid Liner outfit formed around him in a flash of green.

Tamamo had also transformed into her Servant outfit from her casual one, and stood at her full height, looking extraordinarily pissed for a very good reason.

Emerald made sure to land in Izuku's right hand for that very reason, wanting to avoid standing near the pretty much scorned woman.

"A Class Card?" Izuku asked urgently, looking at Emerald. "Where?"

Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, Izuku's question was answered as reality seemed to warp around him.

Acting on sheer instinct, Izuku dived out of the way as the ground exploded where he had once been standing, summoning the Deck of Heroes to his side, causing Tamamo to return to her Class Card form and return to the holster, though her anger was causing it to visibly radiate light and heat.

A whistling noise in his ears was the only warning he had before he transformed Emerald into his Sword Form and swatted away a dagger that was aimed at his throat.

As he did, he noticed that the dagger was actually some kind of spike, attached to a long chain, clearly a type of Western kusarigama.

But that wasn't the end, as the moment he finished the sweeping motion of his Kaleidosword to knock away the spike, an arrow pierced his shoulder, causing him to clench his teeth in pain as it tore through his shields and drew blood.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the 'arrow' was actually a twisted sword of some kind.

Izuku flinched momentarily as he pulled the projectile out of his shoulder with a spurt of blood, only for it to dissolve into motes of blue light.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blue, and then all Izuku saw was an eerie red as a glowing crimson spear dominated his vision, nearly skewering him.

However, Izuku managed to parry it away before it could cause a second wound, though his wounded shoulder, which was already starting to heal thanks to Emerald's Host Repair Programs, screamed in protest.

Realizing he was getting blindsided, Izuku transformed Emerald back into a wand, before pointing it low to the ground, and firing a blast of green light that blew back everything in front of him, causing an explosion to ring out as his adversaries were forced to disengage and give him some breathing room.

Blown away by the evening wind, Izuku saw who he was up against.

A blue-haired man in a blackened bodysuit holding a red spear, a blindfolded woman with purple hair, and a tanned man with white hair, a twisted sword nocked to the string of his longbow.

[Not A Class Card.] said Emerald, just as tense and surprised as his Master.

[Three of them. And they've come to us.]

Izuku's worst fears had been realized. The Corrupted Class Card Heroic Spirits had somehow broken into the real World.

And as the enemy Servants prepared to begin their offensive once more, Izuku realized one thing with absolute certainty;

he was woefully outnumbered.

A single droplet of blood touched the sand as the battle began in earnest.

So yeah, that happened.

It's time for Izuku to face the OG Fate Servants. Except it's a three on one, and against Archer, Lancer and Rider. This fight isn't going to be easy. But you guys probably saw this coming from the moment I revealed that Mustafu was Fuyuki.

There's also a reason the three of them were able to break into the real World, but I'm keeping that to myself for now. See if you can guess it!

Anyways, I added some Tamamo fluff, since everyone loves Tamamo, and we'll definitely see more in the future. I purposely lightened the fluff load here because there were some good lines I wanted to save for the future. How was it though?

I was just playing through Shimousa by the way, which is what further stimulated my love for the fluffy fox. (Onui and Tasuke are the best too, probably my favorite NSCs (Non-Servant Characters) along with Siduri.) I get that she was kind of a b*tch in Extra, but anyone who isn't her beloved Master is fair game, the way I see it.

Also, kudos to you guys who can figure out where the Legendex is from. It's kind of an Easter Egg.

And what's up with Galahad, you may ask?

Plot retraction and personal regret, because I just found out he was actually a huge as*hole. Self-righteous prick. It sucks that the character I thought I would like the most turned out to be the character I hate the most. Even Caster Gilles is better than Galahad, as far as I'm concerned.

I'll have to figure out something for him though, since I can't just cut him out now.

Okita and Jeanne fluff will come soon. Izuku just cemented his place in Tama-chan's heart, while Tamamo is still trying to cement her position as the Main Wife (TM).

I also added a bit of iteraction between the boys, though that will also pick up soon. Like I said, this is the awkward transition chapter. Things can only go up from here.

I'm pretty darn tired, and wrote this chapter through one of my worst cases of allergies yet, so I hope I at least did well enough to appease you guys. Like I said, next chapters will be better.

If you'll excuse me, I got to go take some Claritin and Roost for a bit.

Cya!

Spatialphoenix here, burning to ashes.