A/N: Hellooo everybody! Welcome to the newest chapter of this rewrite. I edited this at 1 in the morning, so if I missed a couple things, please forgive it. But also Happy Easter! If you celebrate that! If not, then Happy Sunday! Anyway, here is your update, and I hope you stick around. Feel free to drop a review (read as please drop a review) and let's start seeing the rest of of this setup iron itself out with the introduction of a new storyline for a particular Kurosaki I happen to love...

The morning of my first class actually teaching the students, I spend a few extra minutes in the comfort of my office. Two of the second year students use my classroom to study for a quiz one of the teachers is giving today, though the reason why is beyond me. After school yesterday, I spoke with the students and their parents, the ones I wish to personally train. They were certainly entertaining visits. Though the Bakugous were the most surprising.

"I apologize ahead of time. It will be incredibly dangerous for your son to train under me. Should he succeed... his life will only grow more dangerous."

"Tch. Katuski'll be fine. My dumbass son should be challenged- kid has been able to do fuckin' anything all his life. 'Bout damn time someone came along to change his shitty attitude."

The Yaoyorozus asked the most questions.

"I would like to apologize now. Your daughter will be in immense danger from now until the end of her training. For a long time afterwards as well."

"Will you do your best to protect her regardless of that?"

"I- of course, I will-"

"Then it will sort itself out, Miss East."

And Todoroki Enji, well... he was the most opposed.

"The last time you took a student on like this, she was killed by a Hollow!"

"I've never taken a student on like this, Enji. I'm not just going to let a student shadow me, but I am going to be personally training him to use a Zanpakutou, to continue my legacy-"

"To continue your legacy? And why would the Immortal Hero need anyone to continue her legacy?"

"You have always been insolent-"

"I'm doing it. You can't stop me, Endeavor."

A sigh escapes me, and I stretch my arms above my head as my companion grumbles in the back of my mind, unsettled by own thoughts. Rightfully so, considering the actions of the Todoroki male. Enji was awfully protective of his son yesterday. Which any parent has the right to be protective of their child, but Enji was friends with her too. He knew her, he... loved her. And if she had lived, Todoroki Shouto would not have been born. Since he was married, I thought maybe he moved on. I thought he was over that incident so long ago, he mutters, shifting within me.

I don't think he can ever fully get over it. He loved her.

A knock at my door makes me look up, and I spot Toshinori outside. He's hidden a bit, keeping out of sight of the second years in my office, but I can still spot his nervous ticks, the blatant anxiety on his face. Toshinori doesn't come to me often, but that's because he doesn't need to. Toshinori is the Number One Hero, the Symbol of Peace, the All Might. I am Olaug, the Immortal Hero, the Mother of the Hero Age, the Miss East. I glance at the time before standing and making my way towards him. I needed to leave anyway, and I can do something to help him.

"Do you have time to talk, Miss East?"

"We're not in the field, Toshinori. Olaug," I correct with a brief wave to the students. My Zanpakutou rests on my hip comfortably as I set a pace to the classroom through the less populated hallways of the school. "And I have time for you, of course."

"I've heard," Toshinori starts, his voice with a faintest tremble beneath the bravado he tries to sell to me, "that you're taking students to teach. Not as you have before, either in classroom settings or in job shadowing for Hero work, but as your personal proteges. Your successors."

I push him into an empty classroom, noticing that particular term he uses. He's been on the search for his successor for years, ever since it became obvious he couldn't maintain the Symbol of Peace for much longer. We discussed it a few times, but I told him as I told his predecessor: he would know when he found him or her. Though why my own successors are being brought up is significant. "You found your successor for One for All?" I ask quietly.

"Yes. His name is Midoriya Izuku." Midoriya Izuku... it sounds familiar. Was he the one who ran to my aid? I don't remember. "He'll be the next Symbol of Peace, and I was wondering if you would take him to learn as well."

Taking a deep breath, a million responses roll through my mind. I'm already taking three children and putting a target on their back, but this kid who could have a combination of a close relationship with All Might and my student as well? The target on his back for Villains would make him an astronomical payday for anyone who despises All Might. But the Symbol of Peace is paramount to our society, and All Might has been recognized for purifying quite a few Hollows, even if I've chosen those Hollows myself specifically for him.

Clicking my tongue, I turn away from him. "I'm not taking these students for the hell of it, Toshinori. If I take in this boy-"

"I know, Olaug. He'll be an even bigger target. But the Symbol of Peace is-"

"I know."

Mistress, if I may?

Of course.

Think about how Toshinori grew. Wherever this power of One for All and All for One originates from, it takes the power of its previous users and places them into one person. All Might has an incredible spiritual presence due to the generations past, and so this child will be even more than that. This may be more beneficial to his survival than to you at all, and the Symbol of Peace will continue with the role it has always held in this society.

You're right. But it's not fair for this child. He has no idea what he's getting into. And again his face flashes before me, smiling once, a long, long time ago, before he was forced to grow up. The boy the Gotei was undoubtedly grooming to be a captain, to be their greatest soldier in all history. One so young he didn't know exactly what they wanted, or if he did, didn't have a choice in the matter.

Don't compare them. You're not Central 46, and he willingly accepted this power.

"I'll need to speak to his parents, just as I did for the other tree. My training will start tomorrow," I say to Toshinori, and he smiles at me in thanks. "You've done a good job as the Symbol of Peace, Toshinori. I hope he makes you proud."

"Thank you, Olaug."

You shouldn't thank me yet. If your power doesn't break him, mine certainly will.

"I apologize ahead of time. It will be incredibly dangerous for your son to train under me. Should he succeed... his life will only grow more dangerous."

Katsuki has seldom been overt in his high opinion of Heroes and their profession. Miss East, the oldest Hero and the one who practically started the profession, has been one of his favorites for ages. She's the one people first think of, with a kind smile, a high pitched voice, the perfect picture of femininity. Like those perky girls on television that everyone loves so much, wearing pink and soft makeup and with perfectly covered pores- there was a time, twenty or some odd years ago, when Miss East was the beauty standard and women across the planet attempted to resemble her. Her response was an ad of several men and women alike wearing her Hero costume of the time.

So hearing her talk like that, seeming resigned to something darker than he knew about, was odd indeed. Off putting, entirely unlike the public persona she religiously kept up despite the shitty things that she has seen in her life. Miss East might not be the Number One Hero, but she's always been trusted, always been one of the first Heroes to be named among children and adults. Miss East, iconic, kind, gentle, motherly, reliable, consistent, all synonymous. Until last night.

Katsuki isn't quite sure how she'll walk inside today, whether he will see the Hero he knows or the stranger that appeared in his house last night begging forgiveness for things that may or may not happen.

"Ka-Kacchan, what are you thinking about so hard?" that fuckin' nerd asks Katsuki, and he feels the anger and ire bubbling within him in seconds.

"Nothin', shitty nerd!" No one needs to know what he saw in her eyes last night, the sheer defeat and regret and fear. Especially not that fucking nerd.

He doesn't let up. "I was just thinking you look like you're-"

Katsuki grabs him by the collar and lifts him off the ground, blood rushing. Just who the hell does Deku think he is? Katsuki doesn't need his fucking help, and he doesn't need to talk about what happened last night. Miss East...

A hand touches his gently, but the force it uses to make Katsuki let go is iron-like and unyielding. "Now, boys, let's not be too rough. Save it for the real world," Miss East states, her eyes twinkling gently and with amusement. "Please, be seated. Today will be easy since it's our first day, but that does not mean it will have no point. I catch you dozing off or tuning me out and I will make a test for tomorrow that's one hundred questions and you can tell your parents why you failed your first exam. Better yet, you can explain it to Aizawa."

Wow. She's a hardass.

Katsuki hides a grin as he sits down, his hands absent of any explosions. Truth be told, the blonde knows every promise Miss East makes is one she takes seriously. This particular promise is threatening, and she will go through with it. He half expects for her to stand, but she instead sits cross legged on the desk and sets that sword she carries- a Zan something- across her lap. "I don't have a syllabus for this course because of my duties as the primary Hollow killer of the world," she states simply, looking out over the rest of the class. "So if you have a question to ask, now is the time to ask it. Understand?"

Silence descends over the class until that Pikachu headed bastard raises a hand. "What kind of homework are we gonna have? Is it like easy worksheets or really hard papers or what?"

"You'll have two to three essays over the course of this class, along with a daily quiz grade, so you'll need to study at night. All test questions come from quiz questions, mostly so I don't have to go through the trouble of making new questions. That will make up a large bulk of your grade."

Easy enough, Katsuki decides. She isn't overbearing with work or even with homework. And she looks and seems like yesterday didn't happen at all. He's almost sure it didn't for a moment. "About the Hollow," someone in the back starts, her voice hesitant, "why did it look different from the Hollows we've seen before? On television, in pictures, online... It looked incredibly different."

A small swallow. "As I'm sure many of you know, Hollows come in many shapes and sizes. Variations are natural among them, and the strongest can appear human sized. Vasto Lorde-"

"That's not what she called herself," another student counters. Headphone jacks hang from her ears. "I heard her yesterday. She said she was an Arrancar. Where do they fall on the pyramid?"

Miss East is quiet, and her face drops into something cold and almost heartless. Dead almost. Something unlike her but completely normal for a line of questioning like this. Katsuki can feel most of the class holding their breath as they look upon her. The angelic, youthful Hero who reeks of warmth and kindness reduced to a base doll at a question involving Hollows. Even her grip just barely tightens on that sword of hers.

"I... shouldn't answer that," she admits, "because Nezu wants us to be careful with such information. But I can't well lie to your face and maintain your trust, now can I? Are you sure this a question you want answered, young one?"

Her voice shakes, but the surety is there when she nods and says, "Yes."

"To be quite honest, I don't really know what it is. Until yesterday 'Arrancar' was not in my vocabulary." Katsuki lurches with surprise. He figured it had to be scary if she would ask such a question, someone who never shies from the truth or from softening it to suit whatever audience she has. But her, the woman who knows all about Hollows- the one person in the world who has any sort of extensive knowledge on Hollows- doesn't know? "I've never heard of one before. Up until this point, the highest level I knew of was 'Vasto Lorde.' I didn't truly know if she was a Hollow until she verified it."

"So you killed her anyway?" Deku asks, incredulity coating his voice. Katsuki refrains from turning around and slapping him. If the stupid bitch verified she was a Hollow, then Miss East was well within her rights to kill it.

Her shrug is callous. "I called it like I saw it. She had a Hollow hole, a Hollow mask- even if it was a fragment- and her reiatsu felt closer to a Hollow than anything else. She certainly disappeared like a Hollow as well. Even if she isn't a Hollow, if she's something else, she's certainly not Human either, now is she?" Deku shudders, and Katsuki watches from the corner of his eye as he bites his lip, fighting with it. "I understand. You're not used to killing, and yesterday probably scarred you more than anyone else. You were closest, even if you weren't their target."

"But you're not the one I want today. I want him. He'll be a captain someday, which means he'll make me incredibly strong." Even the memory of those words and the way she looked at him, with hunger layering her every cell and facial muscle is enough to send a shiver down Katsuki's back and force a scowl to his face. He was sure for a second he was going to die. But then she stopped that from happening.

Miss East looses a sigh. "I know yesterday is something many of you have questions about, and you want to ask them. But the simple truth is I don't know. Arrancars are beyond me for the time being. The next one who shows up, I'll be sure to ask."

She rises from the desk and places her sword at her waist where it normally rests. "Alright, that's enough for now. Hollows 101- that's the name of this course. Let's get down to business."

I knock on the door twice and take a step back. There's a brief shout before footsteps pad towards the door, and I can feel the young one's reiatsu on the other side. Midoriya Izuku, the successor of One for All, the future Symbol of Peace, and soon to be my own student. It opens inwards, and the green haired boy's face lights up in excitement and confusion at my presence. "Miss East? Is something wrong?" he asks.

"Not at all. I was just hoping to speak with you and your mother about something important. An opportunity for you, Midoriya," I state as his mother appears further down the hall, a thick woman with a soft face and even softer eyes. A mother is every sense of the word, in appearance and in vibe. "You must be his mother. I'm Olaug, one of your son's teachers. Would you mind if I came in?"

"Of course, come in, please," she says, and Izuku moves out of the way for me to enter. I'm respectful in all movements I make, well aware this is not my home but theirs. So everything is deliberate, thoughtful, and purposely kind. "Please don't mind the mess, Miss East, I haven't had time to clean up recently."

I chuckle lightheartedly, hoping to settle her nerves. "It's all fine. I live in a pigsty most of the year, so this is actually refreshing for me. I didn't catch your name, ma'am."

"Inko. Midoriya Inko, and I believe you know Izuku. Well, of course you do, since you're visiting, and all that..." Inko trails off rather cutely before hurriedly, almost panicked, asking, "Oh, would like something to eat or something to drink?! My goodness, my manners are-"

"Please, Inko, sit. It shouldn't take long." She does, and I take a second to look around their home in wonder. It's modest, true, but it's comfortable, cozy, like a home should be. It seems like a family home over anything else, and I smile softly. The guilt starts to weigh on my chest again. "Inko, Izuku... Both of you are aware of the Hollow incident yesterday, aren't you?"

The two nod. "Yesterday was a bit of a wake up call for me, you see. The danger level of the situation was incredibly high for me, nonetheless for someone else who isn't quite as fortunate in the use of reiatsu. Simply put, if another Hollow like that shows up, especially one stronger, then I could very well die and leave the world to their mercy. As such I am gathering students to teach. All Might has asked me to take you, Izuku, and teach you how to channel your reiatsu in the wake of your position as his successor."

Both of them are quiet, though for different reasons. Inko looks uncomfortable with the situation, and Izuku's expression is that of nervous excitement as he slides his eyes to his mother. Her gaze drops to the table rather than stay on me. "Are there other students?" she asks gently.

"Yes. Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, and Todoroki Shouto are all going to be my students alongside Izuku." I sense her hesitance, a mother's hesitance. "Inko, I understand why you would be... reluctant about this option. However, I would not fulfill All Might's request if it were not for the power your son contains on his own. All Might's word will only get him so far with me, but I do believe he has the capacity to hold more reiatsu than I do, therefore be more against Hollows. I wouldn't throw him to the wolves like that."

"Would he be... safe?"

I swallow and look to Izuku briefly as that familiar loneliness starts to clog my senses, my throat. "Inko, I've never birthed children. I've never had the privilege of sharing blood with a child, or nurturing a child, of being the one they always recognize as 'mom' instinctively. I'm never been to someone what you are to Izuku." Her gaze softens more, if at all possible, and instead of pity I find something I haven't seen in a long time from anyone- sorrow. "I've lived two hundred years. In that time I've never taken a husband or a wife. I've never formally adopted. But I know what it's like to be a mother who wants to protect her child and wants the best for that child. So I won't lie to you about this.

"Even as an ordinary Hero, there are days you will fear he won't return home. Even as an ordinary Hero, he will encounter Villains crueler than his worst nightmares. Even as an ordinary Hero, he will face against Hollows who would sooner eat his Soul than face him in a fair fight. No matter what, Inko, he will be in danger." Her lip wobbles. "I've seen horrible things, my dear, in the shadows that Villains and Hollows crawl in. Just the other day a Hollow ate three children and a woman pregnant with twins. I can't tell you he would be safe. Because he won't be. The day he steps off U.A. grounds to be a proper Hero, he won't be safe. But he'll stand more of a fighting chance if he trains with me. That much I can promise."

A tear threatens to spill from her as Izuku sits there, digesting it. I reach out and take her hand. "Do you promise to help him in any way you can?" she whispers.

"Always. Even when he's an old man with grandchildren surrounding him," I swear.

"Izuku... do you want this?"

My body stalls as I gain a new respect for the woman. Even in her fear, a very valid, real fear, she offers him a choice to do what he wants. She's no fool. She knows the danger. But he's growing up, and she respects that. My chest tightens, and I turn to Izuku, who nods his head. "I do, mom."

"Then I give you my permission," she says, somehow holding it together. "Now go wash up. It's getting late."

As soon as he's out of sight, Inko looks at me again. I halfway think she's going to warn me or tell me she wants me to break him. But she curls her fingers around my own again and says, "I know how difficult it must be for you. But, Miss East, I trust you with everything I have. When I was a girl, you were my favorite Hero. I thought you were so brave, fighting off monsters and men alike. Please, please take care of my Izuku. He's all I have left."

I know that feeling too. I take her hand and press it to my brow. "I will, Inko. I will take care of Izuku."

Even at the cost of my life.

I reside in my office as the time nears for training to begin with the four students I've decided on. Students have been trickling in and out of my office all day, though none as prominent as dear Shinso Hitoshi, who uses my office as a hangout in the morning, for lunch, and sometimes even after school. However, he isn't the one I'm currently interested in as I pay close attention to the reiatsu in the air around me, something feeling off as someone tries to hide among the copious amounts of reishi and disrupts them instead.

It causes a headache.

Perhaps you should sniff them out, mistress.

No need. Whoever it is will show themselves eventually.

"Olaug."

"Yes, Shinso?" I ask, the name rolling off my tongue even as it reminds me of another. Shinso, the same name as my captain's blade. But even though it rolls, I can tell the roughness of the path. The hesitance, the steeling of myself.

He's quiet until I look at him, square in the eyes. The bags underneath his eyes are more pronounced today. "Why do you do that? It's like you have to hold your breath against pain when you say my name," he states, catching me dead in my sin. A flush colors my cheeks a dusty pink. "If it's personal, don't answer it. I'm just wondering."

I lean back and consider the question. I can't tell the whole truth, but I can be at least a little honest with him. "A long time ago, long before you were born, when I was still young, there was a man I greatly admired. He was the best man, in my opinion. I was glad to serve with him, beside him, under him. He had a weapon named Shinso, a Zanpakutou like my sword. Only his was much stronger, much faster... So when I think of your name, I don't think of you but of the blade. I have to remind myself sometimes that it's you and nothing else."

The purple haired male is silent, watching me with an exhausted but still alert expression. He looks away, back to the work he was doing, and says, "Then call me Hitoshi instead. I crash your office at all hours of the day, so it's only fair."

"I offered my office to you, Shinso. There's nothing to be fair about."

"Sure there is. I'm here, ruining what could be your alone time, keeping you from tending your plants when I require assistance, and it was me who accidentally set your plant on fire yesterday." This little bastard. He really thinks he can lie to me so easily? He's almost as bad as Shouta.

I check the time and tilt my head. Nothing better than the present. "Hitoshi, when are you supposed to go back to class?" I ask.

"Five minutes ago."

"You shouldn't skip class."

"But you won't force me to go," he counters, and I smile at him.

Standing, I place my Zanpakutou in its rightful spot before walking to my door. "Come," I order towards him, brushing against his reiatsu with my own. The first year sighs when he stands, and his hands go into his pockets as he follows me out of the room. I lead him down the hallways until the classroom comes into view with Aizawa droning on about something or another inside, sounding as bored as I'm sure the students feel.

I knock once before entering, and Hitoshi stutters in his step before entering beside me. The students look up at my entrance, even as Shouta continues his lesson despite their obvious lack of attention. I sit on the desk at the front and make room for Hitoshi to sit beside me. "And that's why- okay, what are you doing, Olaug?" Shouta asks finally, seeing the two of us make ourselves comfortable.

"Introducing one of your future students to the class. Please, continue with the lesson," I reply with a cheeky smile that makes even Hitoshi cut his eyes towards me. The students stare at the purple haired male next to me, taking him in wholly. Shouta sighs and mutters under his breath as he starts climbing into his sleeping bag and deciding he's done with lecture for today. It is only ten minutes until my class with them anyway.

Bakugou tilts his head and asks, "And just who the fuck is this droopy eyed extra?"

"Be nice, Bakugou," I scold before standing up. "This is Shinso Hitoshi. He'll be your classmate one day, and I expect all of you to welcome him when he is."

"What class is he supposed to be in now?" Shouta asks from the floor.

"Dunno," I reply, "but I'll write him an excuse later. I wanted you to meet him too, so perhaps you can walk him back to class when we're done?"

Shouta sighs and zips his sleeping bag entirely so his face is hidden, but I know he'll end up doing it. Hitoshi stares out apprehensively, almost as if he's on edge, and the students respond with whispers and murmurs that don't include him. "His Quirk is pretty interesting. It's called 'Brainwash' and is pretty cool when activated," I tell the class, and Hitoshi cuts his eyes to me again. "I look forward to seeing what he can do one day."

The bell rings, and Shouta leaves the comfort of his sleeping bag to fulfill my earlier request. I begin class, going over the recent history of Hollows in Japan.

White walls tower and dominate the world around her, completely obscuring her vision. Ordinarily she wouldn't mind being late to, well, anything that has to do with the Shinigami, but she has an assignment due tonight worth over sixty per cent of her grade. If she's here, she can't turn it in. And she has to turn it in or face the class all over again so she can get her degree. But the Seireitei has never been her home, and the handful of times she arrives for much of anything, she has someone- her brother usually- show her where to go.

As if she ever even wanted a hand in any of this. Her brother hadn't had much choice either, not way back then, but becoming a Shinigami was the last thing she ever wanted, ever. Then the day came where she was forced to make a choice- let people die or accept the power she was born with and use it. And now she has to show up here every so often for the higher ups to know her activities, the amount of power she holds, and her progress on any and all assignments, Shinigami related or otherwise. Yet she has never bothered to learn the layout of the Seireitei.

"You still haven't figured out your way around here?" The taunt forces her to turn around and view the speaker. His head is as bald as the day she first met him, and the lieutenant badge rests on a bare bicep. "Eh, Kurosaki Karin?"

Her black hair is sheared off at her shoulder blades and pulled back into a high ponytail that doesn't quite reach the nap of her neck and bangs framing her face. Onyx eyes stare blankly at the man before she tilts her head with a smirk. "Just like you still haven't figured out how to beat me in a fair fight, Ikkaku." His eyes flash with a challenge, and she adds, "But we'll have to wait to prove that. I need to finish up business her and get back home. My assignment is due, and I can't afford to miss the deadline."

"Yeah, yeah," he says, hopping from the rooftop to the ground next to her. "C'mon. You're here for a boring meeting this month. Nothing has been happening around here, so the old man says we gotta look at cold cases again. Shinigami still hide in the Human world, and Central 46 can't forgive that."

"Again? We've been looking at the same cold cases for the last three months," Karin groans.

She feels him before she sees him. Toshiro is next to them in a half second, reiatsu chilling the air by a degree or two before he walks beside them with purpose. He's grown since she first met him, passing for a high schooler now as he has grown taller than her. His hair is still spiked up but hangs loosely compared to when he was still a grade school appearing kid, giving off a softer but mature look to him. "You're late, Kurosaki," he says tersely.

Karin scoffs, "I can see that, Toshiro. I got lost."

"Again?" She shrugs. "Incompetent."

"Not everyone is a prodigy like you are, Toshiro," Karin replies, and he shakes his head with a sigh. "Well. Let's go, I have important shit to do."

The captains and their lieutenants are lined up, waiting for the final three to arrive. But it isn't tense, or even particularly formal feeling, as Karin walks inside. She nods to her brother where he stands, clearly at home despite the bitch fit he threw about coming here years ago. "Now that we're all here," Kyouraku says, stretching his arms above his head with the faintest bit of pink on his cheeks, "let's get this meeting started. Central 46 thinks we need a break from the other cases, so we're going to be looking at new ones. Specifically, ones that might be related to Aizen."

Aizen Sosuke. The name that stirs anger and discontent among most Shinigami, even after his assistance in the Thousand Year War. Karin has managed to avoid him, luckily, but the scars he left behind are visible to any and everyone. Karin takes the folder as it's passed out and opens it. Staring back is a woman with partial heterochromia iridium- one eye a beautiful midnight blue and the other a swirl of that blue and silver that seem to stare into her soul. "And they want us to start with one in particular," Kyouraku continues, sounding a bit displeased with such a decision.

"The Mouse?" Ikkaku asks, the very notion seeming to sound impossible to him. Karin takes in the reactions of the others, finding they think similarly. "Tch, the Mouse was too... Mousey to have anything to do with Aizen."

"Her dedication to Ichimaru could say otherwise," Soi Fon comments, even as she almost seems to doubt it herself. "If he asked it of her, perhaps she would do it. It's far more likely she would, at least."

Karin skims the basic information.

Name: Olaug
Height: 5"5
Eyes: Blue
Hair:Blonde
Zanpakutou type: N/A
Zanpakutou name: N/A

"Who the hell is she?" Ichigo questions, deciding it would be easier to have opinions of the others than to read the damn file handed to him.

Surprisingly, it's Toshiro who answers. "Olaug of the Third Division, also called the Mouse of the Third Division. She was easily the fastest to come from her graduation class, and she was on the lower end of average in every other category. She was offered a position in the Onmitsukido, but she chose the Third Division instead. Ichimaru took a liking to her, and he used her as a secretary of sorts. But he also tried to help her tremendously, even going as far as requesting I train with her."

"Thanks for what the file could have told me, but I want to know what she was like," Karin states, looking down at the file once more. "She wasn't too strong if she didn't know the name of her Zanpakutou."

Silence ensues, and Karin looks up to see what is happening for them to be so unnervingly quiet. All captains and lieutenants are gazing at Toshiro with something akin to pity in their eyes. He sighs. "I graduated with her. She was dedicated to her studies, even if she knew she would only ever be average. She placed all lives above hers in importance, and she was enduring, loyal to a fault, and caring. She seldom raised her voice, seldom said a harsh word, and she always, no matter what, tried her best. Which is why I don't believe she would have assisted Ichimaru in anything. She's dead. Has been for a hundred and eighty three years."

No one responds, despite their natural tendencies to rebuke any sort of weakness of sentimentality. Karin watches each of them hold their tongues for a minute before the dismissal is sounded, with a reminder to check into it. Karin returns home with little more thought than that, the file in hand.

Momo enters the dojo with butterflies flitting around in her stomach. She knows before she enters that two are already present, though she isn't quite sure who it is exactly. But the scene she finds isn't quite unfamiliar as Bakugou stands threateningly over a trembling Midoriya, explosions popping in the palms of his hands. "I-I was invited yesterday, K-Kacchan," Midoriya stutters fearfully.

"Yesterday?! The hell were you invited for, fuckin' nerd?!" Bakugou continues to shout. How unbearably loud he can be sometimes...

"Because he clearly has the same inner power we do," Todoroki states as he enters the dojo, setting his bag on the ground next to the other two's belongings. Momo remembers then that her own bag is still on her shoulder and sets it down quietly. "Whatever it is that Miss East looks for, the four of us in this room have it. It's likely that we have a lot of it."

Momo looks around the dojo. It's a plain environment, filled only with the bare necessities, as if it were created recently. Or remodeled perhaps? Unlikely... "Is she here yet?" Momo dares to ask. "I don't imagine Olaug would be late to anything."

"And I'm not," the woman in question answers, walking inside from behind them, "but you lot are here earlier than I expected. It's not a bad thing, of course, but it means I look kinda stupid, don't you think?" Her smile is warm as ever as she walks inside, wearing the Hero costume that has become iconic as the decades pass. There are even whispers she'll be changing the design soon, Momo remembers briefly.

The under layer consists of a white undershirt that sticks to her like a second skin but is an incredible piece of armor. The upper layer is ripped in certain places, no doubt at the request of the Support Department of her time, and chains link the front and back of her top together, as well as the bottom of her top and the top of her bottoms, clinking gently and glinting gold in the light. Then her Zanpakutou at her hip.

"Tch. Shitty teacher, why are they here?" Bakugou asks, pointing at Momo and the other two.

Indignation flares within her. Of the recommended students, she was the first to break through the barrier and turn the machine off. And as she opens her mouth to say as much, Olaug gently cuts her off with a soft laugh. "Now, now, Bakugou, you know I had plans for more than one student. While you are undeniably talented, I also see potential in the other three students. If you're not careful, they'll pass you up in no time," she says, and a completely unfamiliar blade edges her voice in challenge.

Momo takes all of her in. Familiar, yet not. Known, yet unknown. It appears the Immortal Hero has more to her than anyone knows. "I dare you to say that again, shitty teacher," Bakugou returns, seething, and Momo can swear his gaze darts straight to Midoriya before returning to Olaug. "I'm the best there's ever gonna be! Better than you, and better than All Might!"

To this, Olaug tilts her head, and Momo feels her reiatsu as it sinks on them slowly, lazily, until a sweat begins to form and a shiver runs down her back. "If you're not careful, Bakugou Katsuki, then the other students will pass you in no time. And if you ever really think you can beat two hundred years of experience, then come at me. But in here, you're not Hero students. You're my students, which means what you'll be learning is applicable to any part of your life.

"Welcome to Hell, kids. If your own abilities and expectations don't break you, I certainly will."