FUTE 7
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Toshinori knew he wasn't ready for this; he knew that ten months was not nearly enough to learn how to teach and control a class of super-powered teens.
He was a busy man, with his work as All Might (he was slowly stopping his karoshi-worthy work pace, forcing the HPSC to find other heroes and even the police and army to pick up the slack. They had no idea what they were doing, but Toshinori knew they had learned how to fish, so no need to give them an easy way out; they had to walk now, put their money where their mouth was.) and as the eyes and hands of the IHRG, his time to learn how to teach had been...
too little, too late.
But, the HPSC had wanted All Might to be in UA to, as they said, Rally the troops for the cause of good and all that crap.
Toshinori had found some rather troubling things about the commission, including many missing children cases that had gone cold rather quickly, always containing one mention of an HPSC goon sniffing around.
But no one seemed to make the connection... or they had done so but were stopped.
Nevertheless, He wasn't there on the HPSC mandate; he was there to see how things were really happening; he would let the HPSC believe that he was looking for another successor since the last one was in the Hospital...
Yeah... At least Izuku was alive... He was alive, Toshinori may have fucked up the life of two kids, but at least one of them had longer then four month...
Still, Toshinori knew he was ill-prepared to handle the first heroic class of 1-A... but-
"All Might, you'll do fine," Aizawa spoke from his eye-searing sleeping bag. "I've already done most of the work; you just need to stand in front of the monitor and let the kids play quirked heroes and Villains."
"But... how about-"
"Their costumes are good... just let them duke it out. God knows Dwei and Bakugou-san have some unfinished beef together; Bakugou-san was warning me that the problem child was a creepy nutjob -His Words, and a liar, Also his words. So just make sure you give those two some space... can I take my nap now? Unlike you, I have two jobs, you know?"
Toshinori, in his All Might form, pressed his lips together in a tight seal. Bakugou... he had seen the boy once... Well, he heard him first.
And he had seen some... concerning tidbits of Video from Aldera about him. Those Videos were clearly edited. Unfortunately, the server that housed all the original recordings had met with an unfortunate fate at the end of the Janitor's Magnet quirk...
The Janitor wasn't even slightly repentant about that, singing the praise of Bakugou as if he was the newly fated number-one hero.
Unfortunately, those were but circumstantial evidence. Thus, with nothing solid, Bakugou had been let go with a slap on his wrist and a whole lot of yelling from his mother.
Seriously, what was wrong with these people? It seemed as though their only character traits were their uncontrollable anger.
Still.
"I would rather not, Aizawa-san. Not after the whole Aldera debacle." He argued back. "I have reason to believe that Bakugou-san and Dwei-san's relationship is-"
"Healthy for a future hero." Aizawa drawled, completely unconcerned. "Bakugou-san will thrive if he has a rival, and who better than Dwei since they allegedly came from the same school."
All Might didn't like the underlying hatred he could feel from the underground Hero.
All Might narrow his eyes. He could quickly pursue the matters, but...
He had a class to teach or... to entertain since Aizawa had already planned everything.
He might be less than enthused about working with this man, his rose-coloured glasses having broken along with Izuku. But he could still appreciate help when he got it.
Since... that's what his counsellor told him.
With a slight inclination of his head towards his junior, All Might made his way to class 1-A, excited at the prospect of teaching Something to the new generation.
And Hopefully... not make another him.
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"That's it; I'm going to kill him.' Toshinori thought as he gazed upon the twenty-one students standing before him in the first iteration of their Aizawa-approved Hero Costumes.
And boy, wasn't it a shitshow.
While the boys were... more or less alright design-wise, if not a bit plain for Tokoyami (Plain yet practical.) and Todoroki (there was nothing, no pizzazz, no glam, no decoration... The boy was fifteen for crying out loud, and his eyes held no emotions... but by god they were old.) they lacked any type of armoured covering... save for the Iida heir...
His suit was armour...
He was a speedster wearing a whole suit of rather poorly made armour that gave him poor protection and poorer visibility, and he would wager his own position that this thing turned like a tank.
Still, he had something to work with, and while the class still belonged to the incom... to Aizawa, it didn't mean that Toshinori would not try to influence them to rethink their armour.
oh... and there was Bakugou-san and his two heavy artillery weapons strapped to his unprotected arms, ready to either blow them off his arms or kill another student.
And how he kept sending thinly veiled hateful…only a villain should have this type of glance... glances at Daksha.
And... no, Toshinori was hard-pressed not to be biased, but...
Right, the girls' Hero outfits were a joke, a death trap, and a controversial wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.
And what to say about the clear and what to say about the over-sexualization of underaged girls. Even though Japan's legal age was still horribly low, it didn't mean that it was alright and acceptable to send those poor girls to fight (to the death, let us not kid ourselves.) villains who had little to no morals...
Well, Toshinori knew some who would probably kidnap those girls, get the name of their support item maker and burn the place down; but most would take this as permission to rape them, plain and simple.
And degrade them...
Honestly, the less a woman wore, the more in danger she was, either from the wolf hungry for her or from the hungry gazes of a lusty man. (and what to say about weapons and projectiles? Hells, none o them had proper protection; it just looked flashy and fancy, a single stab at the wrong place, and those girls would be wearing white for good!) Those men... animals, really, would see her as nothing more than an object, something for them to take by any means and discard at the end.
They had turned the women's bids to freedom as another mean to get easy prey, he could see this... and yet, the woman thought that their freedom was that, freedom.
Well, they went from having to deal with men that were wholly unqualified to take care of them to have no protections from the same man.
Suddenly, his ruminations were interrupted at the sight of floating purple gloves and boots...
Gloves... and boots.
This was Hagakure... and from what he could hear from her conversation (well-founded complaints about their ... costumes (sex shop liquidation rack cosplay, really.)), None of the girls were happy with their 'costumes'... but all elected to go with it since if Aizawa-san did not see anything wrong with it, why should they whine? None of them wanted to get expelled.
Toshinori felt his heart clench, and he knew he would have to call his lawyers about this problem sooner than later, especially when he caught the grape pervert taking a picture of them, salivating on his phone while blood trickled down his nose and chin.
Lovely.
He turned his attention back to Daskha, knowing that this was blatant favouritism on his part, but it was abundantly clear that Izuku had done his research for his Hero Costume was more in line with armour then just something fancy to look cool in.
He wore a pair of red boots, and from the look of it, those were SWAT-grade equipment spray painted to look cheap; his body suit was mat black and soothing to look at. It had so many pockets placed strategically, and a utility belt with a golden Lotus as the buckle and a lotus Jagannath (of course Toshinori knew Jagannath, the new York Ratha-yatra was ItheI event to be for anyone, not only for fun but also for the security since it was the only parade the villains left alone.) printed on the front of his shirt.
At first glance, it seemed that the lotus was just a dangerously placed piece of decoration. But then Daksha reached down and unhooked it, turning it into a knuckle duster...
A dangerous knuckle duster, but considering those kids (yikes, this was something the Human Rights would have to change, if you could only enroll in the army at eighteen, then becoming a Hero should too) would face off murderers and other nasties in his line of work and needed all the protection you could need. And why make it a high school thing? Let children be children; they could always make after-school programs and other such things to prepare them to enter the Hero school but... don't send those children to die so young!
On Izuku's shoulders were a pair of green pauldrons, thick and solid, probably made of Polycarbonate or fibreglass. A white cape with a yellow and red border flowed behind him, a liability until Izuku gave it a firm tug, and the whole thing easily detached from his back.
Despite himself, Toshinori gave a nod of approval. Yes, magnets indeed were the salvation for all things capes (he would have to check if… Kirishima-kun's butt-cape also had such an ingenious system.)
And after giving Izuku's head a closer look, Toshinori gleefully realized that Izuku had a full-faced helmet! Something practically unheard of in the Daylighter and Nighters. And yet, this helmet was so well hidden... Oh gosh, it was so ingenious, the Halo still floating on top of the brilliant boy's head, covering his body with what could only be called solid shadows, giving the impression that Izuku's... Well, Daksha's messy head of hair was still there, unprotected. The only hitch was the visor in front of his one (two) eye(s).
Nevertheless, as much as he would love to gush about Izuku's proper hero suit with plenty of protection, Toshinori had to follow Aizawa's training plan...
A Villain VS Hero battle simulation.
A bunch of hormonal and probably emotionally unstable teenagers with little to no training of any type (unless you were a legacy kid with no childhood.) Being sent to play predator VS prey in a closed-up environment. One of them is a literal walking bomb with no control over his emotions.
And Toshinori could only hope that the team selection truly was aleatory since the last thing he wanted was Mido... Dwei being set up against his abuser.
Still, the class had to start; and who knew, maybe Toshinori was being too judgmental toward Aizawa. For all he knew, this was the strict teacher's way to remove the lazy and/or dangerous students.
Yes, he was an underground Hero, meaning he knew the art of Subtlety.
Sending a prayer to Izuku's God, All Might began class. "ALL RIGHT, ZYGOTES!"
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Shuniya's day started just as usual... After ten months, waking up with a still somewhat human child hungry for breakfast, running to the bathroom as he cursed a storm after smashing his little toe on a table leg, filling the air with sounds, sights, and smells had indeed become routine.
Shuniya never expected it to be... but apparently, instead of sending him a stray animal, Krishna yeeted a depressed human teenager to his head and called it a day.
And no, Shuniya wasn't mad... how could he when his Daksha was so friendly and sweet—being the shelter of many commendable qualities.
Truly, Shuniya considered his son to be a fallen Angel, a bit like him. And just like his dad, Daksha was well on his way to getting back up to sit beside Krishna, stealing his lunch and feeding God with his own hand, joking and wrestling with him like young boys were wont to do...
well... actually, this was Shuniya-Hara's Divine aspiration; as long as his dear Son desires personal liberation of any kind, then the Eldritch being would consider his parental duty perfectly fulfilled.
No pressure.
Nevertheless, right now, he saw a sleepy human gat ready to distribute sacred books at the door to the child-soldier boot camp. (a Very bold move, to be sure.) grumbling about how he really should've stuck to online schooling... and then whining to God about how he could go and save the lost person by himself if he was gonna make waking up a chore like that...
Well, Considering that it was four in the morning, Shuniya's usual waking time... and not Daksha, that would explain why his son was still sleepy.
He'd just started waking up before sunrise as a part of his spiritual practice, and the Bloodiest Angel would let him do as long as it was not affecting his health, and so far...
So far, Seeing this most fortunate soul stumbling his way to the bathroom like a milk-drunk calf made the Son of Destruction more than happy to have had his new bike chain break.
Who would have thought the price of a priceless son to be just that?
After their chanting (Daksha was still fluctuating in his number of rounds chanted, but it was fine, the Chanting of one's Japa was a marathon, and it took months to years even to be able to chant all sixteen rounds, and if Daksha was anything in particular, it was Persevering... and Shuniya-Hara would ceaselessly lament that he hadn't thought of calling his son Druva, Determined just like the king of the Pole Star.) and a hearty breakfast, Shunniya, depending on the weather (not that neither he nor his son minded the rain, but a monsoon was not very pleasant weather to go out, even for the demi-god.) would ride with his son on his way to the temple/ now High school. Before, the ancient being would go and deal with what he had to do in the day.
Today was the second day of his Son being close to UA, and while he was a bit anxious (the byproduct of Love and attachment, sadly enough.) Shuniya did not let it distract him from his duty of the day; book distribution.
And thus, after filling his suitcase and backpack with books and fliers, the Ancient angel, making sure he looked as normal as he could, went out to spread the Lord's mercy in Musutafu's busiest street.
There, his friends and colleagues... and some students had managed to make a deal with the city and had gained a permanent kirtana spot.
It had been costly, but hey, if it meant they could sing and distribute books and prashadam (Sacred meals.) to the masses. Then it was money well used.
Usually, Shuniya-hara would go to other localities to give mercy to those who could not reach them. But today, he desired to be close to his eternal temple friends.
What was great in Krishna Consciousness was how no one was truly separated at death, for in the end, in the spiritual world, Goloka Vrindavan, you would meet with them again and never experience the pain of separation.
Just... you won't be who you were in your previous life, and it was fine! Perfect, even.
So yes, the eon-old demigod had and still had numerous friends among the mortals.
Besides, this feeling of love in separation was what kept them all close.
And... he kept feeling his left side twitch.
Nevertheless, Krishna was here to protect him and Daksha; besides, while UA was a fancy-child soldier factory (Jesus all merciful, what had he let his son do? That sounded worse than a slaughterhouse.) it was still considered the best school in the country...
'Krishna'.' he addressed his Gita. 'this... does not give me more faith in them... please, protect Daksha, it's the only thing I desire, and if the worst does happen… remember him, and give him a better family, away from this madness.'
Yes, Shuniya-hara loved his son, but at the same time, he knew not to grow attached…
oh, for crying out loud, Izuku had gone from your average Vikarmi, a man ignorant of his sinful actions and thus, heading to Hell (it was the rules, Shuniya didn't make them, he just followed.) or Heaven. (where Izuku would've gone on the strength of being close to Gauranga and Nityananda… and the revealed scripture.) to a rare and fortunate soul, a Vaishnava.
An angel in training, aiming to return to his constitutional position as a servant of God, Krishna.
Yes, Shuniya-hara was a proud papa, even if his Vatsa wasn't born of him.
To lose him… to lose this Budding divine hero would cause the worst pain in the universe, worst then normal separation.
Still, now was not the time to meditate on Daksha or what to make him for dinner. it was time for the ancient being to play the brihad-mridanga the big two-headed drum; book distribution!
And thus, taking his most human form, save his halo, the Demi-god started approaching the mass of humanity and began to hail any souls he could see, his desire to give them Krishna for any price overpowering their wish to remain in profound ignorance.
Most would still ignore him, others would say that they had no time while they still wasted this ever so precious resources on useless endeavors like worthless sports and bar hopping… or just letting their brain be drained by their one-eyed guru; their screen.
But he had some good encounters and may have stopped a villain attack before it began too. The poor man thought being a villain was his Varna; poor him.
Nonetheless, everything went great, and he'd gathered some pretty good Sankirtana stories to share with his son over dinner, some cold Soba since the weather was starting to warm up quite nicely.
It was then that it happened.
First… he felt it: heat and pain, crushed.
and then… nothing…
Shuniya-Hara quickly signed to this generation's Sankirtana leader that some came up, Family related, and ducked into an alley just as his glamoured eyes began to bleed.
"R̪̝̳̝͓̜̟͂̅͋i͎̜̦̰ͧ͆ͅm̸̯͚̣̤̠̊̎ͭͅṳ̦̘̯ͥḁ̰̝̦̩̯͕̓̾͒͡!̞̮ͫ̽̚͘ ̓͐̿̐ͫ̚͏̻R̭̤̙̣ȋ̢̥̺̋ͫ̀͛ͮ̚m̧ͪ̊ͭͮu̸͚͖̺̎̽r̻͖̩̟̘̰ͬͧ̋̃o̵̾́̎ͮ!̪̔̀̔͆̈́ ̹ͧͯ̽͊R̘̺̦̼̻̓ͬ͂̈́ͨͥ͊͟i̸̹̪͍̤̜̽̆m͖̤̋̃ͩ̔ͤ̅ͅǘ̹̻͑͛ͭr͇͍̬̼̉͌̊̍̾̀͂u̩͕̹̲͍̱͂̊̓̿ͮ̎̍!͔̆ͬͦͨ̾̿ ̵̖̞͉͓̩͓̅ͭ̓͑̍̿̓t̢̟̰̺̽̊͌̎ọ̤̙̫̍ͬ̾ ̼̯̣̲̋͌m̪͈̫̜̼̞̗̊̆ͨͦ̂̂̉̀e͖̻̮̟̪̰ͥ!̞̙̮̱͕͌ͦͥ́̅̋̓ ̴̤̬̑n͉͚̝͎̔͐̂ǫw͖̣͍̽̓̾ͩͫͪ!͚͈͖̘̥̹͉ͪ̀ ͕̂͒̒ͦ̈́̕Ė̶̗͔͔ͪ͑ͮͅm̤ͧ̄͗e̯̘͖̱͙̺̅ͭr̥͗g̮̠͙̪̹̝̈́̓̌̎̎e̩͎n͈̮̤̤̬̖͈̍̀c̢̩̻yͯ̈͆͡!̫̳͔̹̥̋ͦͥ̽̚R̪̝̳̝͓̜̟͂̅͋i͎̜̦̰ͧ͆ͅm̸̯͚̣̤̠̊̎ͭͅṳ̦̘̯ͥḁ̰̝̦̩̯͕̓̾͒͡!̞̮ͫ̽̚͘ ̓͐̿̐ͫ̚͏̻R̭̤̙̣ȋ̢̥̺̋ͫ̀͛ͮ̚m̧ͪ̊ͭͮu̸͚͖̺̎̽r̻͖̩̟̘̰ͬͧ̋̃o̵̾́̎ͮ!̪̔̀̔͆̈́ ̹ͧͯ̽͊R̘̺̦̼̻̓ͬ͂̈́ͨͥ͊͟i̸̹̪͍̤̜̽̆m͖̤̋̃ͩ̔ͤ̅ͅǘ̹̻͑͛ͭr͇͍̬̼̉͌̊̍̾̀͂u̩͕̹̲͍̱͂̊̓̿ͮ̎̍!͔̆ͬͦͨ̾̿ ̵̖̞͉͓̩͓̅ͭ̓͑̍̿̓t̢̟̰̺̽̊͌̎ọ̤̙̫̍ͬ̾ ̼̯̣̲̋͌m̪͈̫̜̼̞̗̊̆ͨͦ̂̂̉̀e͖̻̮̟̪̰ͥ!̞̙̮̱͕͌ͦͥ́̅̋̓ ̴̤̬̑n͉͚̝͎̔͐̂ǫw͖̣͍̽̓̾ͩͫͪ!͚͈͖̘̥̹͉ͪ̀ ͕̂͒̒ͦ̈́̕Ė̶̗͔͔ͪ͑ͮͅm̤ͧ̄͗e̯̘͖̱͙̺̅ͭr̥͗g̮̠͙̪̹̝̈́̓̌̎̎e̩͎n͈̮̤̤̬̖͈̍̀c̢̩̻yͯ̈͆͡!̫̳͔̹̥̋ͦͥ̽̚" He called out to his spawns; something was going on, something… something that caused pain and…
'Oh Krishna, Please protect them all… it's Daksha… please, don't leave him.'
"Father, we are well." Said Rimura. interrupting his prayers.
"I was helping an auspicious mother of four cleaning her home, she broke her ankle and her four kids are not making it any easier for her," Rimuru answered. "No problem there."
"I'm still following Miss Midoriya around… there's definitely something wrong with her, and I'm not talking about bias." Rimuro gruffly spoke before lowering himself. "I… I felt our fourth brother's pain and fear."
"I think something happened in this hero-making machine; I heard an explosion also, a loud one," Rimuru added quietly. confirming Shuniya's worst fear.
he should've stopped Izuku from doing this… perhaps, his human boy would hate his guts, but he wouldn't be in this situation; he would be safe and sound.
'No… I'm not the controller of anything, let alone another living entity whose on the cups of adulthood. I can't prevent Karma from happening.' The eldritch angel taught with a heavy heart.
"Dad?" Rimuro spoke up again. "I think… I think Miss Midoriya broke her NDA… Daksha's not safe if he's around any Bakugou."
"What? but… how come… wait, I'm missing something with this whole situation… Did… did Daksha manage to get re-enrolled?" The Shuniya-hara shook his head. this wasn't important; Daksha would tell him later; he was sure of it.
as for why his human son was without his big, tamasa-anda-made brother?
it was simple, really. Daksha had just turned fifteen, and with age came the desire for freedom and control over one's life. And Daksha, being a sacred Kshatriya, was mildly offended by the fact that Rimuro was always on him like a shield, despite wanting to be protected.
Even if he has been expelled.
Teenagehood was all about dealing with transitional states. It was a messy and sometimes catastrophic time for those who went through it during the age of Kali.
Fear took up residence in Shuniya-Hara's heart, and he immediately took shelter in Krishna's name as he picked up his phone and contacted the damn school.
Firstly, they dared to put his son in the same classroom as his demoniac abuser; then they expelled him on the first day.
Sure, Shuniya could easily see this as Krishna pulling his son out of the slaughterhouse, but it was clear Daksha had been thrilled to be in the (so-called) best school in Japan.
He had worked so hard to get there and had even thrilled when he received his uniform… to see him come home so dejected yet still trying to see the hands of Bhagavan in it had been heart-wrenching for the ancient being.
He was proud, yes, and Happy… but simultaneously…
Poor Daksha …
He waited… and reached the automated voicemail.
Shuniya hissed at his phone as he closed it. He knew it was noon, and most would be eating right now. And he hated leaving a voicemail.
He was about to send his Trio. and maybe even himself as one of the lesser Gods of Destruction, waiting on standby for the universal dissolution when his phone rang… it was an unknown number.
"Hare Krishna?"
"Oh… thank God." he heard the unmistakable voice of the number one Hero, a man so out of touch with reality that he'd left a guileless young boy on a roof after breaking his dream…
Obviously, this was Daksha's Karma… but still, humans had the power to choose what to say and how to act!
"This is Mido… ah… Dwei's father? right?"
"Yes… what happened to my son, Yagi Toshinori?" Shuniya growled, almost reverting to his Anda Tamasa Bhasa.
"Your son… managed to re-enroll in UA; today was supposed to be his first day and…" There was a painful sigh, and Shuniya could practically hear the man run his hand on his face. "I'm… woefully new at this job, and I followed the instruction of my superior and… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."
Front he sound of it, it was clear Toshinori had horribly messed up with his son, again… his son that was still alive. (Shuniya would've known if he had expired.) and it was also abundantly clear that the number one hero was horribly disturbed by the events.
Would it… oh, Krishna, the Vaishnava dearly hoped it had nothing to do with a broken NDA.
He desperately hoped Miss Midoryia was not a dumb woman… well, she was, unfortunately enough, what with what she had done to her son. But to break an NDA?
Something was amiss there.
"Toshinori-prabhu, breathe, it's fine… what happened? Should I come to the school?"
"If you can pass through security… Izuku… Daksha…" he heard the number one Hero take a deep, grounding breath. "Today was their first heroic class; I didn't plan what it would be; their homeroom teacher was the one who planned everything; he told me to follow what he wrote down to the letter and not to intervene if a fight broke out, they had to deal with whatever messed them up… I was against it since I knew what Izuku went through before… Before you saved him, and I know he and Bakugou-san should never be allowed in the same room but… but Aizawa made it clear I wasn't allowed to do shit, that it was to build their Character." The Hero spat as Shuniya hopped on his bike.
He was old enough to know every street, and since his awareness was higher than an average human (quirk or not) driving and talking on the phone meant that he was still safe to himself and others.
Still, he let his wings grow right under his shirt, he could not afford to risk his anger causing the road to melt.
"he told me… it was supposed to be the average villain VS Hero game, but with quirks and in an enclosed building with a bomb inside. Thankfully, the bomb was fake; I checked it myself. They would go in teams of two, chosen randomly, the game would stop either by capturing the other team or heroes touching the bombs…"
"And then?" The Angel asked as he pedalled his way toward the looming slaughterhouse of the soul, the looming 'H' shaped building an eyesore.
"Iz-Daksha was chosen to go against Bakugou. I wanted to reshuffle, but… this option wasn't there, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do."
"Have you tried contacting Aizawa-san?"
"... I thought about it. but… the fault is all mine; I didn't want to appear as an incompetent hero in front of plenty of children, blame it on my bad habits as a limelight." Then came some sniffling. "I started the exercise; everything went… well, not quite well; some students really need to learn about restraint. I had been thinking about having them all run parkour and wrestle, not… to face each other off with untested costumes, don't ask me how Bakugou managed to have his Gauntlet-tank… thing pass inspection. Those things are meant to kill and never should've been allowed in the first place." The Hero grumbled ad the end as his breathing came out as staccato; he was clearly running after something, Probably Daksha. "He recognized Mido… Dwei-san, despite his disguise, I've already sent the police to collect Midoriya-san and Bakugou-San. can't do much about Bakugou unless the school principal or his homeroom teacher wants to take willing action against him. I will provide my whole legal and paralegal team for you, Dwei-san. I've already failed Izuku once…"
"Focus! What happened then?"
"Bakugou… for lack of a better word, hunted down Izuku with extreme prejudice, calling him… horrible, horrible names, making nasty allegations… Please, tell me you're not a villain?"
"No… I stopped being a villain before the concept of modern superheroes was a thing. I'm a Hare Krishna, Actually, and I'm the one who took care of Izuku after his plunge."
"... I… Thank you, Dwei-san… Just please, don't make any trouble as long as I'm here."
"Noted. so, Bakugou hunted my son, slandered him, and probably our religion also and what else? I'm almost at the front gate, by the way."
"I see." Toshinori sighed. "Izu… Daksha didn't take this lying down."
"That's my boy."
"He… When he started the exercise, I almost cancelled it since it was clear Daksha-shonen was terrified of Bakugou-san. but… I wanted to see if he could go over his fear and face his aggressor."
"Before you start beating yourself over it, I want to thank you for not being over-coddling. As worrying as it is to send children out to fight people willing to kill, they need to learn to face their fear, especially those who are, by nature, warriors at heart… it's unfortunate though that this… demon got at him first…" In the age of Kali, everyone had a demonic and divine side. But, as was natural for the last age in a kalpa, the divine side was considered weak and lame, unable to survive in a cut-throat society where might and wealth were made right.
Thankfully, all was not lost here, for Mahaprabhu's movement would slay the demoniac side and revive the divine in everyone's heart. Shuniya had been present when He, the most munificent of the Lord, had vowed to the most compassionate Vasudeva Data that he would liberate everyone in this particular Brahmanada.
Still, to those who cause harm to one dear to Gauranga, then their only recourse was to beg forgiveness at the lotus feet of their victim.
'but knowing the egoistical youth… He Gaura, please save him as you have saved me."
"I still should have done more than yell in a mic. I'm the Number One hero for Crying out loud. Aizawa Shouta's under me; he may be a senior in teaching but for fuck sake! why give those new kids in new, untested gears something so dangerous and complicated as a team battle in an urban setting? No, not an urban setting, an indoor setting! This is only a scenario of an undergrounder or a Twilighter! Not wet behind the ears Zygotes who barely have the grasp of their power output!"
"Yagi Toshinori, in Shimura Nana's name, what the hell happened to my son?!" Zero Two, the planet eater demanded, more than tired of waiting.
"Bakugou-san blew him up with his tank gauntlet… There was… it blew a hole through Cementoss's brand of high-density concrete… Daksha… he… I don't know how he managed to do it or where he managed to get this sword, but he lopped Bakugo-san's arms off, and from what the school nurse yelled to us, there's no way to reconnect them… He's essentially quirkless."
Shuniya-hara knew he should not feel happy about the development; it wasn't a Vaishnava way to feel vindicated…
But at the same time, the Asura got exactly what he deserved; if his Daksha had not done it himself, Shuniya would've done the same.
No, The reascending angel didn't care if his mother was abusive; she wanted a hero-son and thus taught him to hate whatever was below him, seeing them (and by extension Izuku) as a threat to his imaginary position… and her desired glory by association.
…
Alright, so now he felt bad for the poor boy, but still… There was a limit as to what should be considered a proper hero candidate, even if it was to entertain the masses with shiny movesets and skin-tight outfits.
"Good, I would've removed his quirk otherwise." and Shuniya-hara meant it.
when he and his sibling had started the new Meta-genesis, they had thought their gift would be that, gifts!
But no, for some reason, it went wrong, and now people saw it as potential, using it as their whole personality, their reason to be.
'Why did Bhagavan request us to give birth to such a bunch of demoniac offspring?... right, it's Kali-Yuga; it's basically written in the stars.'
He looked up; he was about to reach Ultra Academie's main entrance.
"I'm here, can you-" But before Shuniya-Hara could finish, he was pummeled to the ground by 560.00 lbs of angry muscle and vengeful rage.
~0~
It was him!
The boogeyman, the Quirk Peddler, Nana's murderer.
He was back.
back for revenge.
His white hair and red eyes consistently haunt Toshinori at any time, day or night.
He was one of the reasons why he'd Told Izuku so Harshly, to be realistic, causing his perceived death.
Kids these days thought heroes were invincible, that they were so strong, and villains so weak that any time a hero was on site, victory was assured.
Toshinori knew it was not the case; he himself had almost died by this man.
his beloved Sensei, his mother in all but blood, the one person who believed in him, who taught him everything… had fallen at his hand.
Sometimes, he wondered if he should've just given up once he popped the man's head like an ugly zit and died a Hero's death. What would've happened? Would Todoroki be the Hero the world needed?
So to see this starry-eyed young man, unable to protect himself…
Toshinori's Mach punch broke the Demon's skin, his blood once again staining Nana's protege hands and face, staining him again and again as he took revenge for all he had taken from his mother in all but blood.
And then… the blood… turned into glue, and despite All Might's best effort, he only ended up stuck in the…
Sweet-smelling blood? Why the fuck did it smell like a bouquet of fresh flowers? And why did it…
Quirks… This was All For One, the quirk Hoarder, of course, he would-
"Oh, so that's why you attacked me." The underworld king added as he got up, his blood keeping the Hero aloft in the air and unable to do much, not even scream, since he had covered his mouth.
All For One looked… different. He wasn't as bulky and was definitely shorter. His face was rounder, and his hair was styled in a soft bob with a halo on top.
Then… He opened his mouth, revealing a blood-red eye with a pure black pupil.
And somehow… the mouth/eye managed to look disgruntled.
As if being hammered by the Texas multi-smash was an inconvenience and not something that was known to turn rock and buildings into pebbles.
Then… his eyes melted back into his skull, and he opened his mouth even wider, his human features disappearing right under the number one hero's horrified eyes, revealing a blood-red eye staring right through All Might's soul.
After a moment, the… Mutant spoke.
"Alright… I supposed what happened was a mistake on your part. I do look like Shigaraki Nuru."
All Might's eyes bulged… was… was this the name of his Sensei's killer?
"Yes, it is. I still remember the first time I met him. He's one of Kaavi's descendants." The white… thing frowned. "My tiny friend rejected the demon once it was clear his only desire was to exploit and consume. and if I ever catch the creep, my orders are to meddle in the affairs of mortals and drag his ass down to Yamaraja for immediate judgment." he hissed, not bothering to hide his…
Was it a mutation? No. it didn't… was it?
wait…
"Yes, Yagi-san, I am the… oldest living entity living on the planet, but not the oldest human; this title belongs to Markedeya rishi and Ashwattama… and a few other sages up in the Himalayas and… no, Jambavan's a bear," he muttered to himself. "Nevertheless, I cannot be considered a human… I adopted Izuku after I revived him after his Successful suicide, had to peel him off the ground and strip him of his dirty clothes …All thanks to you."
Toshinori's eyes grew wide…
"Yes, me. he's my legally adopted son, and both of us thought it wise to give him another legal identity since being Izuku carried too much baggage for him; we went as far as to give him the same right as witness protection since would he be ousted to the wrong person, would result…" the one eye taking a deep breath in. "Listen, the NDA got broken by his… matron, and I felt him…." tears of blood pooled at the bottom of his eyes. "He Bhagavan… Hari, Hari… I felt the explosion; he's… alive, I know that, but…"
At this moment, Toshinori felt like the piece of dog poo he slipped on this morning. This was Izu… Daksha's father; a father he'd just spoken to on the phone after his son got blasted to… potentialy death (Wow, Toshi; your first day at school teaching, and you already had a grievously wounded kid and another one almost dead, the one you crushed his dream because you can't get over your past as a quirkless loser.. good job.)
Poor thing… despite being… something other than human, an alien. He was clearly distraught over what had happened to his son.
Thankfully, Toshinori was still a Hero, and after a ten-month crash course with his Icelandic councillor in victim care, the number one Hero knew what he had to do.
"Mister… Dwei, I can get you to your Son, Daksha, but you have to look a bit more human." He informed the being, an Angel, perhaps.
'If angels exist…then… does it mean?'
"Understood." Shuniya-hara das nodded as he regained his bearing, and the inhuman features melted away back to that of a rather average-looking man with exceedingly pale skin and white hair cut in a bob. A halo floated above his head, just like Daksha's halo.
On his forehead was the same mark, the Urdapunda Tilaka that also adorned Izu… Daksha's own. Marking him a Hare Krishna.
Then, some… creatures… three dark clouds with single eyes emerged from the barrier's shadow.
They looked… well, they would look downright evil without their clear worry.
"Dwei Rimura, Dwei Rimuro, and Dwei Rimuru. Daksha's sibling and my most loving and human of spawns."
"Your children."
"Yes… now lead the way, please. my youngest needs me."
~0~
Passing through the security was surprisingly easy, considering Nedzu had eyes everywhere. And the internal train ride (of course, UA had a train, and the ground was as big as the London Heathrow airport.) to the medical area… more like a small hospital, happened without much drama either… but boy, was Shuniya the most interesting person Toshinori had the chance of meeting.
He was an extraterrestrial life form, his name was Shuniya Dwei, or Zero Two. and he… technically took birth with Brahma-ji, the first living entity (that was not God) that had manifested in the pre-creation void.
He had taken a second birth after an incident involving Brahma's first use of his weapon; a Magical nuclear warhead.
Also, did Yagi mention that Shuniya-san was the personification of the universe's death?
Yeah… it was just a job for him. and he'd also assured the number one Hero that, while they were at the last Yuga before the great reset, Yagi would hopefully not have to see it; he would make sure of that.
Toshinori had no idea what to think of it, but after the other assurance that he, the soul in the broken body, could not be destroyed by anything…
He felt marginally better.
The two were going to Recovery Girl's domain, Toshinori feeling her hard whacks on his shins and chest.
Seriously, she was well past working age, and he knew labour law was not followed in her case. What to say about the Hippocratic oath?
she was clearly… losing her touch, and Toshinori would not be overly surprised if he found groups of students learning first aid out of necessity.
what with their school nurse's abhorrent behaviour and Aizawa's complete disregard for anything but his own ruling, many old Students had to learn…
More or less.
As they approached the medical wing, the sound of… something cutting through metal was heard, along with screams and cries of anger and panic.
This was all that was needed for the two powerful men to run to the sight.
The closer they got the strongest the din of the fight became. When they turned the corner, Yagi and Shuniya had to pause to take in the miraculous destruction that was wrought upon whatever robots Nedzu was sending toward Dwei Daksha.
For there he was, this young boy saved by an angel, his whole body bruised, battered and burned by Bakugou's illegal gauntlets. Standing up when he should be, by all accounts, bedridden and fighting for his life, with nothing but a hospital scrub and a rainbow-coloured sword in his right hand.
His eyes were still swollen shut but, and some blood was dripping from either a burn or an untreated wound.
it was a testament to how hot the conflagration was if it managed to burn through Izuku's…. Daksha's professional-grade hero armour.
On his forehead, a star glowed right under his tilak.
it was only some clay easily washable with water.
\meaning that he hadn't been cleaned.
'yes, you may have your revenge, by boy. raise hell if need be, UA's in need of one hell of a wake-up call and By God, he sent the right one.'
Shunia gasped, covering his mouth as he stared at his son; just then, another slew of military-grade robots (Nedzu, what the fuck?) descended on Daksha, who, without opening his eyes, destroyed them all in one fell sword beam.
"Fuck! What have they fed this kid?" Cementoss wondered as he tried to erect a containment wall around the seemingly unconscious teen, only to have his target evade him at the last possible minute. "He got gassed by Midnight, zerg rushed by Ectoplasm, Kissed by RG, and gassed again by Midnight and nothing. What the heck is this kid made out of?"
Toshinori gritted his teeth as he glanced at Shuniya-Hara, who caught his gaze, begging the question.
"Don't worry, for I am here!" All Might declared as he observed how Izu-shonen was acting. He was clearly unaware of his surroundings, and yet, no robots could reach him without being slashed into pieces by the rainbow sword.
"... I don't remember Daksha-shonen having a sword in his Hero-drip." Toshinori said conversationally as he kept away from the youth. "If I remember well … wasn't it the weapon he used to… erm, disarm Bakugou-san?"
"Yes." Aizawa-san confirmed tersely from his position at the bottom of the wall, holding his palms against his now bloodied eyes. Chiyo-sensei gave him a healing kiss in the hope that his precious corneas would be salvaged. "Can't believe you let that trough, All Might. You're really losing your game."
"And who was it who greenlit Bakugo-san's heavy artillery gauntlet?" All Might shot back. "I know I wasn't since you oversee the costumes, Eraserhead."
The black-haired man remained silent, and All Might took this as a victory. "Now, my boy. what happened to your eyes? Did you try to erase his nonexistent quirk?"
Aizawa-san pressed his lips tight.
"Was there any danger when my son manifested the Rainbow Sword?" Shuniya suddenly asked, his blue-eyed turning slightly hallow. surrounding Izuku… no, Daksha where the three cloud-eye thingies and the boy seemed to relax in their presence.
"... Can this rainbow sword cause blindness? Since it feels like it burned my cornea to me."
"No, but my Lord and Master do not take Kindly to the evil eyes."
"Are you calling me a villain?"
"No, you did," Shuniya said lightly. "Now, answer me. Was there anything that happened while my son was in the hospital wing? An explosion? Anger? An ill-minded fool?"
"Madam Bakugou came to visit her son, but… her quirk has no battle application so I doubt it was her."
"Dad?" Daksha spoke up, his eyes still closed and his body swaying to and fro.
The rest of the Pros stood ready to intervene, but Toshinori decided to let things run through their course.
Izuku… was logically beyond human right now. And thus, without a quirk. So it was plain old common sense to let his adopted father, the being that had set up this entire event to take control of the situation.
he may be All Might, but he wasn't all-wise, not all-knowing.
How many more people would have been saved if he had realized this fact a few years prior? How would society be shaped if Yagi Toshinori had bowed his head in humility and retired after killing the greatest of all villains? it would've been his Swan song. But Alas, he had lacked humility, thinking that his clothes were enough to make the world a better place.
what a fool he had been.
"Yes, Daku?"
"Aunty had two poison in her purse… there," Daksha said as he pointed to another instant wall. " Wall man's hiding her… he doesn't; know…" the boy slurred with a pronounced sway. "Sleepy… Kacchan… Need… uh…"
With surprising speed, Shuniyahara caught his son, who snuggled into him.
the Angelic being spoke some words in the celestial language before a dark Cloud,one of the Rimus, plunged into Cementoss's strongest wall.
the scream that was heard was… in would haunt the nightmares all was sure to have.
then… the protective concrete wall melted, and out walked Bakugou Mitsuki… her eyes now resembling the one covered in the dark-cloud-like being.
"Report, Dark Rimuru." Shuniya-Hara ordered as the dark-mater controlled woman.
She nodded, superstitiously pulling at the hem of her mini-skirt. "her name is Bakugou Mitsuki; she's the mother of Bakugou Katsuki…"
"A loosely used term?"
Rimuru rolled her eyes with a grimace. "She thinks raising a rambunctious kid, a Hero in the making, by smacking him in the back of the head and comparing him to others. she's the one who screwed him over." The being of darkness spoke with clear disgust. closing her eyes as she seemingly dug deeper into Bakugo Mitsuki's memory. "She's also… hmm, I don't think a friend's the right way to explain what she had with Inko Midoriya-san, considering she chased whatever friends this woman had. So, obliviously, when we Legally got Daksha out of his old home and into ours, Midoriya-san cried to her… Still feel bad about having to dig out the darkness in her heart." They said as they looked at Shuniya with troubled eyes.
"I know it was underhanded of us, but I did not feel comfortable with a woman who hated her God-Given son. this amount of resentment she had, even if she hid it, caused and an untold amount of harm to our Daskha," Shuniya spoke in his own tongue, making all who were not blessed with his darkness to shudder. "nevertheless, it seemed an outside force may have influenced her."
"Toxic friends, Dad." Rimuru cheekily said before she grew sombre again. "I… think it would be better if I go to the police about that; she's… with… huh." Rimuru (using Aunti Mitsuki's body.) crossed her arms and dangled three fingers down on her right hand to the left, and L-shaped fingers on her left hand to the right.
Toshinori blanched; a tiny cuss was heard from the vents.
"Yeah, umm… I know… were old enough to remember that time… So… Off I go." She said as she walked stiffly by all of them, hurrying out with a look of deep concern on Mitsuki's face.
"But… Wait, we're Heroes! Why does she want to go to the police?" Kan asked from another part of the corridor, having been called as a backup, only to have his quirk turn on him and tickle the tall, muscular man until…
Well, new pants would be needed.
"Actually, everything that pertains to… them is to be dealt with by the FBI and Interpol."
"Righto." Rimuru nodded, the movement looking as unnatural as one would expect from a dark matter spawn. "and… well, we don't trust the guys in Musutafu to ring the alarm; I mean, my little brother, Daksha went to them repeatedly, and the moment the Q word was out, Daku was thrown back to the wolves. Anyway, off I go. Dad, d'you need something?"
"Bhatki."
"Something I can get at the store?" Rimuru asked with a tick of Mitsuki's eye brows.
Meanwhile, Shuniya had fished out an Apple from his bag and was happily feeding to Daksha, who was ravenously eating it despite still being unconscious.
In front of all eyes (save for Aizawa, for obvious reasons.) Daksha's wounds and nasty bruises mended, and he opened his eyes, looking quite… disturbed.
"Dad… did I… Did I really cut off Kacchan's arms with a Rainbow sword?"
"That you did."
"... Is it bad if I don't feel bad… well, too bad about it?"
"A bit of remorse is fine, but as a star warrior, anguish over Rakshasa receiving their due… is there; they are not psychopaths, after all. But, as I've heard from an old friend of mine, this anguish does not last, and we can move on easier. But… feeling remorse for a man-"
"It's not remorse." Daksha interrupted the elderitch angel. "It's… I feel bad for Kacchan, my first friend… but not for Bakugou, the guy who almost murdered me." he then moved his hand to his neck, pausing as he pawed around his collarbone.
"Your halo broke during the fight."
Izuku made a face. "Aw crap… oh well, It's not like my identity is a secret anymore, not after… Bakugou-san started yelling it out for all to hear." Daksha spoke bitterly.
He wanted nothing more to do with Izuku; He was Daksha Dwei, Son of Shnuniya-hara das and aspiring Bhakta at the lotus feet of Mahaprabhu.
In a way, Izuku had indeed died that day and had been replaced by…
'No, not replaced. I never was Izuku; that's just the name of a dead body I got crammed in fifteen years ago. It's just another body… but a body I can use to get out of this Goddamn place.'
At this moment, Izuku realized how fortunate he had been to fall in front of Shuniya-Hara Das, a Pure devotee with extraordinary powers.
But… there was another young man now cursing the fact that he still breathed.
"Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"I… need to talk to Katsuki one last time."
"NO! OUT OF THE QUESTION!" Aizawa Shota roared as he got up to his feet, Capture weapon primed and ready. his eyes were still bloodied, and his pupils not completely red, but it was clear he was willing to fight for his student…
Izuku's neutral mood grew sour. everywhere he went, Katsuki would always be fawned over, and people would trip over themselves to save him any type of trouble, despite Katsuki not doing anything to get it.
well, except for his school grade, he really was a beast at math, and he'd once heard him debating with himself over how giving different shoes for the quirkless was ridiculous since their feet were still standard, even with an extra toe joint.
but no, Kacchan was praised for breathing, for just having a quirk… for something God had given him.
Katsuki did nothing to get it; he received it as his due by divine intervention. Katsuki didn't train to get it; he didn't sacrifice anything for it and yet was still idolized and worshiped for it.
Like King Satrajit was worshiped only due to having the Shyamantaka jewel, something he had received from the sun-god to be given to his true owner, his Adopted Daughter, Satyabhama-devi.
Izuku was sick of this.
"Down, Shouta-kun." Nedzu's voice said from the vent; he sounded… frightfully serious.
The Underground hero blanched as he turned his attention to the air vent. "but Nedzu-sama! those villains-"
But Aizawa was interrupted by Nedzu, who fell from the vent. His tiny, eerie smile and the smell of cigarettes never leaving him.
"Not Vilains; I have personally reviewed the exercise recording. Yes, the same recordings you thought you had deleted, Shouta-kun. And I have concluded that, while Bakugo-kun's wounds are indeed life-altering, rendering him practically quirkless, would Dwei-san being… anything other than a Star Warrior, we would be dealing with a dead body, not an armless student." the stoat-like being said in all seriousness. "You were the one to pick this student, Shouta, and I was not impressed with Bakugo-kun's performance, nor his psychotic behaviour… but considering whom his mother followed." Nedzu let the end of his sentence hang heavily.
"As for you." he let his beady eyes land on Daskha and Shuniya. "Daksha-kun will not be receiving consequences for his instinct."
"WHAT!" Aizawa squealed in outrage.
"It is clear that the moment Bakugou-san's explosion touched Dwei-kun, a blow that rightfully should and did momentarily kill him, Dwei-Kun was not in control of his faculties."
Shuniya-san nodded, a certain tension leaving his shoulders. "Yes. our kind, when faced with certain death, will activate a second mode, a survival mode where higher thoughts are buried under pure survival instinct. And add to that the nature of my Son as a star warrior, blessed beings who are known to win fights in their sleep-"
"Bakugou-san proverbially poked a sleeping mother bear."
"That he did."
"It still feels like a dream, though," Daksha added, clearly unsettled by the whole thing. "I just remember waking up in Dad's arms with a half-eaten apple shoved in my face and no third-degree burn in sight… still can't believe I… I need to see it."
"You may, Dwei-san." Nedzu chirped, and Dwei-kun turned his heel to Katsuki's room; in the direction of Bakugou's private room. "Don't get caught!"
The young teen sends Nedzu a perplexed look before entering the room he had shared with Bakugou-san.
once again, not a smart move, but Toshinori didn't have any energy to be mad about this.
"As for you, Aizawa-san." the Stoat… thingy said as he turned to face Aizawa. "I am deeply disappointed in you. I thought you would know better than to propose a battle simulation in an enclosed space! Something that your current class was barred from doing until their third year due to the presence of six students with highly volatile quirks. What to say about the hero costumes you approved of? They are absolutely despicable; not even Midnight, the R-rated hero, shows this much skin!" Nedzu ripped into him. "I want you in my office in five minutes. Wait for me there."
It was clear Aizawa wanted to protest but, knowing the pecking order, remained quiet.
"As for you, Yagi-san."
"Yes, sir!" The massive man stood at attention, Knowing his position in the UA hierarchy.
His title as All Might meant nothing to Nedzu, he was on the lowest rung of the ladder, the last in the pecking order.
"I have read your tentative class plan and curriculum for class 1-A to 3 and I have to say, short of some exercise and your idea for the exam, it is a very good curriculum."
"Thank you, sir." the towering man bowed, fighting not to cough his lungs out.
"Which is why, unless told otherwise, you are to teach class 1-A."
This, of course, caused him to lose control and spray the floor with blood, causing Shuenji-san to leap and strike the six feet tall man in the shin.
Ah, yes. Another thing to bring up to the board of directors, there was no way such a nurse would be allowed to keep her license, since studies showed that an angry and strike happy care provider was more likely to overlook life threatening issues.
"Sir, with all due respect, it's a terrible Idea." Toshinori rasped, ignoring the irate sexagenerian. "I have close to no experience dealing with children, and Aizawa-san was supposed to be my mentor for the next three years. Not only that, but despite my injuries, I'm still considered an active Hero, and realistically, until the other Heroes get their head out of their asses and start picking up my slack, something only a few realised it was grand time to do, then I cannot be considered a reliable resource, understand?"
Nedzu's beady eyes never left the hulking man, neither kind nor accusatory, only curious and analyzing.
Somehow, being close to Shuniya-Hara Das made Toshinori immune to the uncanny valley effect the… lab grown chimera usually had.
"If I may interject." speaking of the biblically accurate angel. "I may know three gentlemen who could take his place."
"I'm still here."
"Is that so? what are their accreditation?" Nedzu asked, ignoring Aizawa as he gave Shuniya-Hara all of his attention.
Lesser men would have begged for mercy, or at least averted their eyes. Shuniya-san merely opened his mouth and exposed his true eyes nestled there.
"One is an Ancient star warrior, he has taught many generations of warriors, many of those having lived fruitful lives, and fearless of death. The other is the Great King of Dreamland himself, he specialised in PE and Science, a subject the Hero courses sorely lack."
"Indeed." Nedzu nodded as he pulled his tablet to take note. "And the third one?"
"The third one is Daksha's private teacher, he is qualified for being a homeroom teacher and has a doctorate in sociology and world ethics. all three are Bhaktivedantist, or teachers of Bhatki-Yoga-"
"All right, I've heard enough." Aizawa Shouta snapped as he got to his feet, his eyes back to normal. "You just want to bring your fucking cult here to brainwash our kids!"
Shunia's… eye-filled smile fell.
"Oh worry not, False teacher. The children have already being thoroughly brainwashed by this so called hero CULT-ure." her aphasised. "For their young and tender age, the first game they play is Hero versus villains, the villains usually being the mutants or 'villainous' quirked children. It all starts innocently until you see the back alley behind schools, covered in blood and the ghost of those villains who threw away their precious human life for a respite from all the hatred. What to say of those with ideal quirks? They believed they are the second coming of the Christ, their morality and devotion given to the Hero Commission, their indoctrination being such that they accept the role of Kshatriya despite the fact that they barely pass the threshold of decent human being. But in the end, the government does not want righteous heroes? Do they now? Oh no, for their Heroes are those who face the demons and protect those in need of protections no matter how they began their life! Instead, the school teaches their pupils how to discriminate between the ugly and palatable, and those who managed to survive the initial curriculum usually drop out to Krishna knows where, doing drugs and other nonsense instead of fighting those manufactured villains." Shuniya then jabbed an accusatory clawed finger at Aizawa and Vlad King. "My cult teaches about Love, a divine love with the Supreme, the personal and ever sweet Lord while still paying respect to one's individuality and wants. We may fight, some of us who chose a life of fighting may have to kill to protect. But we do it out of Duty, and only out of duty, for we love even our worst enemy. You, on the other hand, teach children how to hate, and how to use violence before words and mercy…We teach our children about our nature os spirit-souls, eternal and pure stuck in different bodies, in different form. but that, at the end of the day, we are all tiny, eternal parts and parcels of God, going trough our individual Karma intul Bhatki Devi showers us with her mercy and inspires us to return back, home, back to Godhead.
"But worst of all… you… all of you, you know that death is but a breath away, and you all think that death is the end, if you speculate a heaven of nebulous nature. leading to Nihilism and suicide. Tell me, Aizawa Shouta, ignoring the work related death of Heroism, what is the leading cause of life lost?" The powerful being asked, and Toshinori shuddered.
He knew those numbers.
Aizawa Shouta hid the bottom of his face in his ruined capture scarf. "Natural selectio-"
"Nihilsm, depression, suicide!" Shuiya-hara snapped, his voice growing impossibly deeper, bodily grabbing Aizawa by his collar and lifting him off the ground by the power of his revealed wings. "Ｄ? ?ￃﾘυ ķภⓄᗯ ώ? ﾝﾐﾀt ? ﾝﾔﾱ'? ＬƗ?ￎﾵ ? ﾝﾓﾞ ?ￏﾃ ?￡ﾎﾡ? ﾝﾔﾲＮᵈ ןⳚ? ﾐﾤﾀ? ŕＩｇ? ﾝﾓﾽ ⓝ? ﾝﾓﾌ? ? ﾝﾔﾬ ?￡ﾻﾖυ Ҝη?￡ﾗﾯ Ħ? ﾝﾐﾖ ?ￃﾅᑎƳ ㄖ? ? ﾝﾐﾎⓤ σĹ? ⓢt?￡ﾗﾪέᶰ? ﾝﾔﾰ ⓘ 卄? ﾝﾓﾓ ⓉỖ ? ﾝﾓﾒᖇ⍲? Ⓞ?￢ﾨﾏ ᵗĦ? Ｓtяᵉᵉт ⍲? ﾝﾔﾻ ? ﾽﾅ?￢ﾓﾓ ᵗσ ?ￆﾳ ⓖŘ卂Ň๔ℱᨊ?￢ﾓﾗ? ﾝﾔﾯ? Ɨ ?ￇﾞⓝ'丅 ? ﾝﾐﾯＥ? ｃｈᗇｎ? Į? ק?￡ﾵﾃ¢ᗴ ⓘ? ⓐђ? ﾝﾐﾠ? ﾽﾋａ?￢ﾒﾶℝẶ ｗι? ﾝﾐﾇ ?ￄﾻ? ? ﾝﾓﾗᵉ ? ﾼﾨσｓ? ﾝﾓﾢ ?ￏﾎάᖇ?ￎﾹⓃق мＥ Ⓘ? Ħ๏ᑭє ｏ? ? ﾝﾒﾆ?￡ﾺﾸ?￢ﾄﾙ? ﾝﾕﾚᗝή ?￡ﾵﾉ? ﾝﾒﾶùş€ ᵒƑ ƳØỮ? ?￢ﾍﾲㄥ?ￏﾌ? ﾝﾕﾤ ∆ⓅяⓄ?ￏﾂĤє ⓣ๏ ? ﾝﾐﾞⱯ?ￄﾧ? ﾝﾓﾝg!"
"Angel-sama. please but him down" Nedzu beseech with folded palms. "UA's teachers have a bit more freedom to teach their students, with how diverse quirks are nowaday. So, if those new teachers want to include the Vaishnava philosophy in their classes, then they will, and the board of directors can not say anything otherwise."
"what!" Aizawa shout sputtered as 02 gently lowered him to the ground.
"I see. it's more than I expected. my apologies for losing my patience, the last centuries have been… chaotic for me and my kin."
"I do understand, Shuniya-sama." Nedzu shamelessly bowed in dogeza, causing all the assembled Heros to perform various amounts of reality check. "Your kin will have the same freedom as the rest of the teachers, and if they feel that Bhakti-yoga will enrich our herolings, then I will myself provide the funds needed to purchase whatever literature is needed.
Shuniya, who had revealed most of his full Eldritch glories, looked at the chimera with eyes shining with blissful hope. "Thank you, Nedzu-san." he said as he covered his bleeding eyes with his hands, making everyone breath easier. "My apologies, I… Have to deal with those poor fools who think an early, self-chosen death is the key to relief…"
"I gather that it isn't?"
Shuniya shook his head. "No, this type of death just leads to more suffering. Not only to the afflicted but also to those who find him and his kin. And even if he was unloved, my Master, Bhagavan Sri-Krishna, cries for them."
"Oh, dear."
"My grandfather, Sri-Shiva Ji and his auspicious wife are the ones who take care of Pretas, Bhutas… Ghosts, restless spirits and the like. And all of those who reached the shelter of his domain, Kailash, Varanasi and Bhuvanesvar, all said the same thing as to why they chose this wretched existence: 'I have no quirk; I don't deserve to live.' 'My quirk is villainous; death was waiting for me anyway.' 'I can't be a hero with my quirk, and no one will give me a job.' and so on and so forth." The angel drooped his wings. "We are at the beginning of the Kali-yuga golden age, one last spiritual hurrah before all goes to literal hell, and only sub-human cannibals roam the world… and yes, I have borne witness to the end of the final ages, and I don't wish any of you to live through it… you all deserve better."
Nedzu lowered his head, but before Anyone could say anything about the way the usually proud and feral director of the premier hero school (*on paper.) in only Japan acted in the face of what should be considered by most, a very mutated man. A scream of pure despair was heard coming from Katsuki's room.
A few moments after the haunting scream and Aizawa's throwing himself at the door (Toshinori managed to intercept the madman, not trusting him in the face of Daksha), said door slid open, airing out Katsuki's frantic begging for Izuku to end him.
Said resurrected young walking out with hunched shoulders and a sheepish look.
"Yikes. Talk about unnecessary drama."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!" Aizawa screamed.
Izu... Daksha turned his (two) eyes at his teacher. "Oh, I blessed him with a long, happy life. But apparently, being quirkless is worse than death for him." He shrugged. "I mean, if I, the useless, quirkless Deku, managed to live for fourteen years like that, then I'm sure Kacchan will strive and realize his dream without suiciding and getting ridiculously lucky… right Dad?"
While Shuniya's back was facing them, Toshinori was willing to put his remaining lung on the collectible black market that his one eye had softened. "Yes, despite what he did to you, and all the suffering he heaped on you, you still found the strength to forgive him."
"I wouldn't have you otherwise." Daksha said sadly. "He… It hurt people hurt. He got what he deserved; the rest is in God's hands."
Shuniya nodded before bending low and hugging his son. "I'm so proud of you, Daku." Then he turned to the diminutive principle. "Does he– my son–have the right to leave? Or does he have to remain here?"
"Dwei-kun can leave. I believe we all have to take some time to process today's events, don't you think?"
"Shuniya nodded. "Yes, we have much to process and explain, especially now that my son has been revealed as a star warrior."
"Dad, does it mean that I'm… a chosen one."
"Everyone is a chosen one, Putra. It just means that you are a natural born warrior, is all. No need to panic."
"oh… you know what! Fair, that's better for my mental health anyway." the young boy, no, the young man, mumbled under his breath.
"So, shall he come again tomorrow? as a student?"
"Well, of course, Dwei-sama! Your Son has shown what it takes to be a Hero, and I dare say that before he was triggered, he had an excellent grip on the situation, using his words before he resorted to violence, as a good Hero should.
"But… he wasn't supposed to be a Hero." Shouta said weakly as he nursed a headache, probably hoping no one would hear him…
Tough luck.
"Alright then, Daku, do you still want to go to School tomorrow?"
"Well, yeah! I mean, sure, I may be a born hero, but… You know, training and learning all the laws of the land I need."
"That settled then. We'll see you tomorrow, Dwei-san. and welcome to your Hero Academia, for real this time.'' The literal Lab rat said as the family of… two and three ghosts turned their back and politely vacated the premises, a bright future in front of them as another young man faced the consequence of his thoughtless actions.
Yes, all was right and balanced in the world.