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"Aaahhh, free to see." Vilem smiled, activating the plane mode on his phone as he felt his current means of transport go up into the air. "Lucky me next two weekend will be solely dedicated for students to prepare for Sport Festival. Not only are there no mandatory classes, but also I got quite a lot of time to get down to business." He thought, looking down at the phone, turning it on with a quick motion of a thumb."Now, let's remind myself of the schedule..." He added to himself, looking outside at the bright Sun and Japan's East Coast.

"Oh my God, bro. It's already dark." Man in white-red loose spandex suit and with athletic body type said to himself, grooming his hair as he stood in eternal darkness also known as entreance to the airport at clear-skied midnight.

"I know, Blind Redder." A boy in white sneakers, black sweatpants and oversized blue sweater. "But time zones and travel difficulties exist."

"I know, Vilem." He responded, turning around and walking towards the parking lot. "Now, let's get ourselves outta here."

"Sure thing." Vilem nodded, following him shortly.

"Oh, and one thing." The man added. "As I'm going off of regulated working hours, please call me Rudnick, not by Hero name."

"Cool."

"So, how's the central Japan holding?" Rudnick asked, as he and Vilem sat down at the table, the prior still keeping his Hero suit as he just finished giving the bartender an autograph on all the glasses a available in place. A fairly popular custom to secure popularity via Heroes doing marketing for small and medium businesses. "Good, eh?"

"Fairly good." Vilem responded, already getting a glass of water into his hand. "You heard of UA's U.S.J. attack?"

"Yeah, you went nuts down there." Rudnick nodded, getting himself a light beer. "Want a steak?"

"Nope, just small load of jaternice." Vilem shaked his head, throwing a bunch of steel coins with a signature of Slovakia's borders on it.

"Twenty Slovak Koronas! Are you nuts?" Pro Hero asked him, almost falling off the chair.

"Since the monetary reform just barely ended and some Villains started targeting local agriculturalar businesses, the prices go up. And currency change from ten years ago didn't solve all the issues." Vilem shaked his head while Rudnick turned around and made their order.

"You really didn't stop to check on the local news after school." Rudnick shaked his head, looking back at him after the order was made. "Thinking of doing Hero job in the homeland?"

"As a plan B." UA student responded. "Stuff went down after the U.S.J., so I decided I need some time with familiar places and faces, such as you and Trnava."

"We are still in Bratislava, but I get ya." Rudnick responded. "I was born in Michalovce, but my soul and heart belong here, in Bratislava."

"Oh well, that explains you sticking around here." Vilem nodded. "Anyways, change of topic?"

"You bet!" Rudnick smiled. "How's Japan?"

"People are great, but then comes the society..."

"Quirkless ones are looked down upon? That's not uncommon even in Europe."

"You don't get it man. It's fucking worse." Vilem shaked his head in disapproval of his doubt. "Imagine that in there they not only look down on Quirkless. These guys even make social hierarchy within Quirk users."

"PFFFT!" Pro Hero sneezed, throwing a load of his beer back into the cup. "You're joking on me, right? Worldwide statistics give eighteen precent of people with Quirks and twenty precent without one. Why should they abuse themselves when genetical inequality is already here?"

"Worldwide, and on average. Two key words my bro." Vilem sighed, looking aside and seeing the waiter bring the food. "Thank you Sir." He threw in, then waiting for him to walk away. "To continue with my thoughs, island nations happen to have waaay higher ammount of Quirk-having or Quirkless people in relation to the actual mainlands. Japan, Great Britain and Madagascar to note the big ones have around ninety-five precent of population with Quirks."

"But there are exceptions, right?" Rudnick asked him, visibly nervous for some reason.

"Well, Jamaica has it's precentage of Quirk-havers set to fourteen if census made four years ago still applies." Vilem paused for a moment. "But on the other side, Philippines and Guam have, like, ninety-nine precentage of Quirk users."

"Whoa... That's big." Rudnick nodded, only then leaning down to his food. "Where are you going with it, then?"

"The worldwide statistics are inaccurate when taken as universal." Vilem responded, taking half of the first of one jaternice in a single bite. "The actual precentage for Quirk-havers on continental parts of the world is in reality a two-thirds of worldwide population, while on islands its nineteen precent on average."

"Whoa, that's just nuts and dolts for me." Pro Hero shaked his head lightly. "No wonder Japan's Hero Schools are regarded so high."

"Strong Quirks of students, teachers and villains made them stand out above the rest of the world." Vilem commented. "I chose to attend UA purely of local qualities, to improve myself whenever possible."

"And yet you proceed with a backup plan to be a Pro in your homeland while also denying yourself a chance to show off to local big fishes." Rudnick commented. "You're always an enigma for me."

"It's not that weird." Vilem retored swiftly. "I don't view the need of being a mere intern while I can proceed with a Pro Hero work at such a young age. Being a sidekick jurisducted by a Pro Hero with dubious for me qualities isn't what I seek... If you want something done good, then do it yourself."

"And if you want to do something very good, do it together." Pro Hero responded. "Just because you have so much qualities above even seasoned veterans in this job doesn't grant you the right of superiority to them."

"Not as an intern or a regular student to discipline whenever the big dude feels like it." Vilem shrugged him off, taking a glass of water.

"No need to rush it there." Rudnick clamed him down. "Tonight we have a shift with a guy whose Quirk removed the physical need to sleep. Friend's source."

"Good for us then." Vilem smiled back. "Let's end the argue and eat, my ones are actually good."

"Oh, hello there Sir." A middle-aged man with short blonde hair and in official shirt asked Vilem, as the latter walked inside the Solvakia's Hero Office's Enrollment Section, or SHOES for short and puns. "Not walking in barefoot, I see?"

"Would never dare to." Vilem chuckled, looking around the pale white walls before moving forward to the oak wood desk and the man sitting behind him. "But I'm out of time on this privilage." He added, carefully placing thriteen pages worth of documents on the desk.

"Hmm... Quite a booting you gave them." The man in the reception responded, looking over the papers for a good, elongated minute. "My, my... All great here, please proceed left and then twice right up to the door number three-thirteen."

"Thank you kind Sir." Vilem smiled as he rurned to the left and walked forward into a further collection of straight corridoors and numbered doors. "3-1... 3-7, 3-8, 3-9... 3-13! Got it!" He smiled, seeing the right doors and opening them without a second thought.

"Hello, Vilem." A thin man with sparse ginger hair greeted him, sitting in a metalic rocking chair with woolen cushions and pointing aside at the wooden folding chair. "Please, sit."

"..." Vilem silently nodded, walking inside and taking the seat as the doors automatically closed behind him.

"Off to a good start, now please tell me this." Man asked him, taking out a large notebook and a writing feather. "Why do you want to be a Hero?"

"To have a purpouse in life and utilize my Quirk in a best way for the community, whichever one I find myself in." Vilem responded, taking calm and reasonable approach.

"An unusual answer... Unless I account that's you." The examinating man nodded with a light smile, writing something down with his feather. "Now then, tell me, what would you do if given a free one on one stand off with a villain before your fight?"

"I would ask him two questions, and then act dependantly on his answers." Vilem responded, earning a doubtful look from him. "May I cite?"

"Go on." The Man responded, leaning forward into a gamer position.

"Do you think even a worst person can change?" Vilem paused, seeing him write it down. "That everyone can be a good person, if they just try?"

"Great questions, rather unmet in the age of so forceful Heroes like All Might and his similar forced dominators." Examinator responded, writing another note down and immedieately checking off two boxes that Vilem somehow recognised as 'Mentality checks' and 'Mentality doubts'. "It is a great responsibility from me to give such a certificate for an underaged student without further pursuit..." He continued, slowly taking out a grey, rectangular badge with Slovakia's flag, national emblem and multim of Vilem general personal data. "But I know that Frederic and Antonina did a rigth calls with your paperwork, so I therefore I grant you the Senior Hero License of The Republic Of Slovakia."

"That is... Unexpected, really." Vilem responded with acceptance. "I will honor it with my service."

"Rightfully so." The examinator smiled, handing over the license into his hands. "However, there are also early recommended standards for such a honour."

"Indeed." Vilem said shortly. "May I hear those directed to me, Sir?"

"Sure, but since I'm your fellow Hero now, call me Hivemind." Ginger man responded, looking behind himself and taking some sort of profile picture from the back poclet of his chair. "On top of your own Hero name that is."

"Well then, Hivemind." Vilem nodded. "I am Sans, Sans The Skeletal Hero."

"Good enough." Hivemind responded, giving him the picture of a short girl with short, dark brown hair, green shirt painted in horizontal stripes and pair of flashing red eyes. "Chara is about to commit another prison break."

"The lust for killing still fuels her violence..." Vilem sighed, touching his face in places where he had his scars. "Well, the last time I was there she cut me three times in the face instead of usual one. She's above me in terms of power."

"Yet, you are the only Hero one actually available and capable of damaging Chara beyond her keeping up the fighting condition." Hivemind responded, making his hands into a pyramid pointed at him. "She will make her getaway withing the month from now on, so you still have time to organise."

"It's not about organisation." Vilem responded, rather saslt dropping down on the chair. "The point is, what I have power-wise is my eternal limit. My Quirk physically can't improve in any way. I simply don't even have a chance to at least try catching up to her."

"Physically, you say?" Hivemind smiled, placing his right leg on top of the right. one. "How about mentally?"

"I like the idea, but how?" Vilem asked him, not really convinced.

"Mindset, reasons to fight, friends... I could count for some time." Ginger haired Hero looked around the room, before seeing Vilem's eyes flashing with brown sparks. "Caught your mind over something, I see?"

"Damn right I did." Vilem smiled, standing up from his chair and heading towards the exit. "Now excuse me, I have to return to Japan."

"Sure thing, Sans." Hivemind smiled, looking at his freshly recriited colleauge. "Go out there and do the right thing, solsier boy!"

"Damn right I will!"

"So for the rest of the time before Sport Festival you attend classes? Good." Aizawa spoke up, as Vilem talked to him on the phone from Bratislava airport. "Good to hear that you take this seriously."

"An advise from a new friend back home made me change my mind." Vilem responded, standing with hai back to the wall to not be an obstacle for others in the always crowded corridoors.

"A friend you say? Who?" He asked him, slightly intrigued.

"A Slovak Pro Hero called Hivemind. Familiar?"

"... In a way." Eraserhead responded. "I met him once when I was a young Hero. To oversimplify, he is basically All Might, but mind replaced the muscles and media don't care about him. A productive person to come across for young Heroes like you." He explained. "And while we're at it, congratulations on passing. Just don't think you can slack off because of that."

"Never will, I aim for Japanese one too." Vilem smiled decisively. "But now I need to go to the plane. See you in the class, Sir."

"You too Vilem, safe flight."

"Thank you, I wish a good recovery."

"Whyyyyy... That's so tiring..." Hagakure groaned, as she and Ojiro were hitting a first rounded hour of jogging in the late Saturday.

"Come on now, Toru! Our Quirks aren't exacly capable of developing, but the body itself is." Hero companion cheered her up, taking off a band off his forehead and looking past her. "Vilem?"

"Sup you two." Half-Slovak smiled, carrying several bags on his back. "My trip back home was cut short by a suddem motivation spike."

"Fair enough. Need help with these?" Tail boy nodded, then proceeding to point at his luggage.

"If you want to train so bad, then sure." Vilem smiled before looking at Toru. "How about you?"

"I, too tired. Has I ever?" Invisible girl groaned, falling down on her knees and panting excessively.

"You know what, carry her instead." Vilem shrugged his arms. "The bags are rather light. Plus, I give you two a stop at my place."

"You will?" Ojiro asked him, picking tired Toru into his arms. "Oh... She's asleep already."

"Shame on her, we'll tell her in my apartment." Vilem smiled politely, swinging his door keys. "It's not too far away from here, go after me pal."

"Ughh... Where am I?" Hagakure asked, opening her eyes with a dizzy yawn as she began starring up at the beige ceiling.

"In my place of living." Vilem greeted her, him and Ojiro peeking from above her like a pair of pranksters.

"His living, I add." Ojiro added as she moved her torso up into half-lying position and looked around the room.

"Why is it so... Painfully beige?"

"Because of the reasons why." Vilem shrugged her off with crude response. "But seriously tho? I didn't bother to spend money on such a crap like new paint."

"You're a minimalist?" Ojiro asked him with curiosity.

"No, more of a regular dude who isn't overly focused on sticking out."

"Kind of weird if you ask me." Toru commented, regaining her senses and situational awareness. "With such a Quirk you could get everyone's attention with ease!"

"Which is funny, since I don't view my Quirk as a marketing tool." Vilem responded, walking to the kitchen and making himself some tea. "I mean, nowadays people with strong Quirks have a superiority to the weaker ones. Just look at Bakugo, Todoroki... To some extend even Momo"

"I get the point with Bakugo, he tends to be overly zealous." Ojiro nodded.

"But why Todoroki?" Hagakure added. "And Momo of all people?"

"Remember our first Hero training class?" Vilem asked her back. "Because I do, and Todoroki taking considerations from Shoji isn't a thing within my memory. Correct me if I'm wrong." Vilem sighed, pouring the tea to three cups he prepared in a meantime. "As for Momo, you know how eager she was to go over everyone's mistakes."

"Including her own." Ojiro added.

"I didn't care about those things, so I won't deny." Vilem nodded in response. "After all, I said to some extend in her case." He added, taking all three cups into his hands and carrying them to the nearby small table with six seats.

"Ooohhh..." Toru said, almost whistling. "Is someone treating a girl in a special way?"

"You're just jealous now." Half-Slovak responded, making her stand up immedieately and throw a tantrum. "Now chill out please, we can explain everything at the table. Talking for too long can make you thirsty."

"Well, fine by me." Ojiro responded as the trio took the seats. "But what stops you from being like them?"

"Well, Quirk for me is a responsibility, not a tool." Vilem responded, taking the first sip. "And the fact that it is so powerful only increases the need for me to keep it down instead of resolving all my problems with it."

"Really?" Toru asked him, suprised. "Then why Bakugo, for example, is an opposite?"

"Hmm, good question." Vilem responded, wiggling his index finger in the air. "If I had to guess, I'll assume that always having some specific thing makes you consider it as something you deserve rather than got in fair exchange."

"... Huh?" Toru gasped, taken aback by the response. "You didn't have your Quirks from the age of four like everyone else?!"

"Yup." Half-Slovak smiled lightly. "My Quirk isn't a genetical one likes, well, almost all in our world. It's a soul one."

"Soul?" Ojiro asked him. "Like, spiritual?"

"Preety much." Vilem responded as small, white heart with a shining light inside of it appeared in front of his chest, hovering roughly at the heart level.

"Whoa!" Toru gasped, almost falling off of her chair. "What is this?"

"This... Is my soul." Vilem explained. "And the fact that it's such a weird thing... Is my Quirk, on top of being a fuel for me to use it via bones, blue magic and so on."

"So your Quirk is powered by a spirit?" Ojiro asked, taking his turn.

"That too, but mental status is more accurate." Vilem responded. "The case is, my soul isn't a human one, but thanks to the Quirk of mine, a Monster one."

"So you have a Monster Quirk like us..." Tail boy rubbed his chin, looking briefly at Toru before returning the eyes back at Vilem. "That works like an Emitter one?"

"More or less, yes." Vilem's smile widened slightly. "My Quirk is so complicated that even I don't know his full nature. Quite worrying if you think about it."

"Another reason for you to not participate in Sport Festival?" Toru asked.

"Yup. Losing control with what I have is the last thing you want in a stadium full of people attending an annual event." Vilem sighed, then taking another long sip of tea.

"Hmm... That is unexpected." Toshinori Yagi commented, talking on a phone with someone. "Mhm... Mhm... The leader of villains that attacked ISJ has a bit bigger plan than expected. A worrying news for sure... Yes, I am aware that the Nomu could defeat me and even was designed to be such. We need to be careful. Goodbye and have a nice day."

"Something's wrong, friend?" Nezu asked, walking into the office as the previously mentioned person ended the call.

"The reports from science team came." Yagi responded. "The situation is even more serious than we had established prior."

"Now that's... Unsettling." Nezu agrees as the two took their seats against eachother. "But with their leader in Tartarus, we can proceed with the Festival and other topics."

"Such as?"

"Such as Young Hantei, as you call him." UA Princpial responded. "He seems to be preoccupied with the Slovakian matters at hand."

"Hmm, you imply a regular scheduling for Chara?" Toshinori asked him, rising an eyebrow. "Can't disrespect such approach. We all know how dangerous she can be."

"Exacly." Nezu responded, sighing lightly. "The point is, from what I read, that the last time Vilem and Chara battled, the prior recieved three scars instead of usual one."

"And?"

"And now he seems to be... Desperate. At least that's what I sensed in him."

"That appears to be logical conclusion." All Might nodded. "But we can't help him with that, we have our own event to hold and uphold with my presence."

"It. Will. Be. Your. Faaauuulllt." A weirdly eerie speech sounded across the room just as he ended his part, giving both of them instant straightening of body hair.

"You heard that too?" Nezu asked after a while of akward silence.

"I did." Yagi responded. "And I sense something... Prophetic in it."

"Me too." Nezu sighed, looking at the calendar which was hunged on the wall to his left. "You know what? You should go with Vilem when the time comes and crack down on the Chara as soon as possible and needed. Withing the next five days that is."

"Unserstood." All Might responded, just as he noticed something on his phone.

"What's wrong?" Nezu asked him with worry on the face.

"Salacious Prison in Slovakia has just suffered a break out!" All Might shouted, instantly turning into his buffed Hero form the people knew and loved. "Call Vilem right away!"

Author's P.S.

Just to clear up something in case someone wondered: Last Quirk! Sans is my creation, even if not fully original. It's still mine, but free to use for everyone. Screenshot this if I tried to prove you otherwise.

So, here are the credits for my own AU Sanses I'll use from now on.

Last Quirk! Sans - By maken.bialy2

Nuclear Corrector! Sans - By maken.bialy2

Yeah, something more about the second:

Nuclear Corrector! Sans for curious people 101: (If you every wanted to cross post it onto some AU wiki page, I'm too lazy to do that.)

Backstory:

After Trillions of various Neutral Runs, Sans decided to finally end the endless cycle and headed to DT Extraction Machine in hope of solving the issue. On the way there, he overheard a mysterious tone saying to him "It. Will. Be. Your. Fault." Endless times. But Sans, being driven mad by endless Neutral Runs, couldn't care anymore about it, nevermind his Judge duties.

As Sans entered the right room, he had the luck to meet the human. Thinking quickly, Sans used his blue magic to send human into the machine to extract his DT. However, because the machine was meant to extract DT from SOULs rather than whole humans, it malfunctioned, resulting in a catastrophic explosion that viped Sans's conciousness in a instant.

As Sans woke up, he notices himself to be in a empty, white room. And in front of him stood W. D. Gaster, repeating to him "It. Will. Be. Your. Fault." Over and over again. However, Gaster also had the monster souls from the Undergorunds as well as huge ammount of nuclear weapons that he managed to preserve from the accident.

After some thinking and agruing, Sans agreed to fuse the monster souls with his own and the nuclear payload from the bombs, turning him into his present form. And with the help of Gaster, he now wonders the outer, forgotten Universes like his own destroyed one to spread good advice, as to not have anyone make the same blatant mistakes as he had in the past. Thus, he became the corrector of the worst choices others can take on their own.

Character Information:

Role - Traveler

Full Name - Sans The Skeleton

Aliases - Nuclear Corrector, NC

Nicknames - NC

Relationships - Same as Classic Sans, but they're all dead. Plus, Gaster is his travel partner.

Friends - None

Enemies - None

Alignment - Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral, Neutral Good (Debatable)

Biographic information: Same as with Classic Sans, but with exceptions:

Date of brith - 27 Februar

Battle Information:

Level - 53 (2, if exclude the fuses-in souls, as he intentionally throw human into DT Extraction Machine.)

HP - 53

ATK - 53

DEF - 53

Physical appearance:

Clothes - Brighy green skeleton body from infused uranium, blue winter jacket, black long sweatpants, green tramps.

Eye colour - Light Green with velvet outlines.

Other - Same as Classic Sans

Of any more questions are to be rised, feel free to ask me!