He stood, surrounded by his own creations.

He stood, impaled by his very own ideals.

He watched, as the swords he had crafted were called demonic blades of evil.

He watched, as the ideals he had discarded and betrayed took their retribution.

He worked, crafting a blade that could free him of the chains holding him down.

He worked, burning his mind(Soul) to craft the blade that could free the World of Evil.

He died, watching the end of an era, wrought by his own creations.

He died, in mind(Soul) and body, using the blade that represented the ideals he so craved.

Separate, they were weak, one hardly able to use his own masterpieces, the other unable to create blades truly his own.

Together, however, perhaps they could turn their failures into one, final, victory...

Izuku Midoriya slowly slid back into consciousness from his dreams, which were falling through his memory like water through a cup with a hole poked into it.

As he slowly regained a sense of his surroundings, he pondered on his dream, of which he could no longer remember. It was... important? That was about the best he could come up with for the time being.

'Whatever it was,' he thought to himself, 'it must have been pretty damned important. I mean, I get the same feeling from it as when I think of being a Hero...'

And so, with his dreams quickly being forgotten, he got up and prepared for another day. The verdette(with crimson streaks) quickly put on his clothes, before rushing downstairs to eat a quick breakfast before heading out.

As he stepped into the kitchen, his Inko Midoriya stood there waiting, just as she had done for years before.

She smiled up at him. "Good morning, Izuku."

He tilted his head down and returned the smile. "Mornin', mom. Am I late today?"

She sighed at his antics, already used to his refusal to have any sort of alarm wake him up in the morning. She only asked why once, only to get a in depth lecture on the importance of dreams and sleep in the process of forging. "No, you've still got about thirty minutes before school starts,"

She took a sip of the tea she held. "Or in simpler words, you've got plenty of time."

He grinned, and raised an eyebrow. "Enough time to forge a sword?" She snorted and gave him a deadpan look. "If I hear about you skipping out on school again to go to the forge, I'll ban you from going for a month."

Izuku flinched. Once upon a time, those words coming out of his mother's mouth would have been unimaginable. But, having been tempered by his actions and attitude of the past, she had taken a far firmer stance on dishing out due diligence.

He looked to the side, grumbling. "You skip one time and then everyone gets on your ass about it."

Inko looked at him and exhaled again, slightly slumping after she was done. "You know why I do this, Izuku. You've got to keep your grades up, and while I know how much you love that forge of yours I can't let you go to it if it puts your grades into danger."

Izuku softened his gaze, hiding the slight hurt behind them, and wrapped his mom into a hug. "I know why you do all this for me mom, and I'm grateful for every last thing that you do for me."

She released the hug, and smiled up at him again with all remainders of her melancholy being removed. "And I'm glad you understand, Izuku." She patted his shoulder and gestured towards the toaster. "Now, go ahead and grab some toast. I know you prefer to get there early anyway."

Izuku's eyes twinkled. "You mind pulllin' out the jelly, mom? The strawberry kind, not the grape kind, of course."

She sighed fondly. "Yes yes, I know Izuku."

Izuku was walking down the street when he head the first roar.

He immediately stopped, turning towards the sound of the commotion instinctively. He paused in the middle of his first stride towards the sound, struggling with himself for a moment. He truly wanted to see what the Heroes were doing, as a roar of that kind could only be heard from someone on the brink of defeat in the face of justice. He wanted to see what they were doing, and re-stoke the embers that were dwelling within his Soul itself-

And then he thought of his mother, and the same dreams that he had decided to sacrifice to keep her happy.

He flinched. He knew that if he were to dive into a crowd of that size and be forced to wait until it dispersed even a bit before he could leave, he would most certainly end up late for class. And besides-

He looked forlornly towards the crowd, before turning his back and moving at a noticeably subdued pace.

-it wan't as if he could be a Hero in the first place.

After all, it was common knowledge that Men can't have Quirks.

...it was barren, empty, and ruined.

The ground was parched and torn apart, with sizable ravines scattered across the nearby landscape.

Seeing further was impossible, as the land was under a dark haze.

For a moment, a fire seemed to spark in the dark space, dancing futilely in an attempt to light something that was not there. A tinder that had yet to be placed.

...and so the World(Fantasy) fell dormant again.

...but not before the light could create several bright glints in the distant abyss.

Izuku sat in class, bored out of his mind.

He sighed. He knows that he should respect his mother's wishes, hell, maybe even his teacher's wishes, to listen to what's being said, but-

"-would become Kings, Presidents, Governors, and other higher positions of power-"

He grimaced. When it's the same damn lecture he's been getting from his previous teachers, for years, he has a damned right to be this bored out of his mind!

"-fact that only women were developing Quirks wasn't put into the spotlight until three years after the first Quirk discovery-"

Izuku scrunched his face. Truly, this was a monumental waste of time when compared to how many swords he could have forged by now.

"-the X(q) chromatid, in the presence of a Y chromatid, is 'dismantled', and causes the Quirk to not activate-"

He started to tap his fingers on his desk, making random patterns with the beats.

"-doriya-"

'Hmm, I wonder if I'll be able to find any of that good quality steel over the normal wrought iron that I use.'

"-Izu-"

He scrunches his eyebrows. 'I think I'll just stick to wrought iron for now. Steel is good, but it's a hell of a lot more expensive.'

"-uku Mido-"

He relaxes minutely, with a slight grin on his face. 'Besides, it's a hell of a lot more satisfying when my swords made of wrought iron can stand against their steel counterparts, 'cause it means that I'm the better swordsmith-!'

"IZUKU MIDORIYA!"

He flinched slightly, and jerked his head to look back towards the teacher.

She glared at him.

"Glad you could rejoin us Midoriya," the class snickered a bit at this, with Izuku's expression becoming more closed off. "Now do you remember my question, or should I repeat it?"

Izuku bit the bullet. "Could you please repeat the question, sensei?"

She nodded. "The question was: during the War of Equality, why was the peace treaty signed and the war stopped?"

He relaxed at this, already having found the answer three years ago. "It was because of the declining male population, sensei. At the end of the war, it was discovered that the male population had decreased by 48%, and that, in the years and decades following it, the population further dropped to the all time low of 68.3% of the male population lost."

He shifted a bit, uncomfortable with the next part. "After this was discovered, breeding programs were set up to help increase the amount of men back up to stable numbers. Said programs would soon be shut down due to both the inhumane treatment that the men would receive, and the lack of urgent need to bring the male population up."

He relaxed after this portion was over, happy to ignore the dark history of the past. "In modern society, male population has been brought back up to 57% of the original male population, and is expected to even out at about 65 to 68% in the coming decades."

The teacher looked at him with a mildly astonished face. "Impressive, Midoriya. A truly stellar answer indeed. You may sit back down now."

As Izuku proceeded to do so, he could hear a snort from his back right side.

The teacher frowned. "Do you have anything you would like to add, Bakugo?"

The aforementioned student lazily turned her head towards the teacher, with her ruby eyes half-lidded. "Nah, I don't sensei."

The teacher gave a hard look towards the girl. "Then next time, kindly don't interrupt the lesson. Understood?"

The ash-blond rolled her eyes and gritted out a reluctant "Yes, sensei."

The teacher relaxed. "Good. Now, after the treaty was signed and the war ended, several more treaties, laws and policies were put into place to prevent-"

The bell rung.

She sighed. "Class is dismissed. The homework will be put online, so make sure you check the school's webpage."

Izuku sighed as well, mirroring his teacher. He started to pack his notebooks and writing materials back into his backpack, but before he could pack the last notebook away a hand slammed on his desk, pinning it down.

With the smell of burning paper in his nose, he turned to look where the and came from, already knowing who it was before he even saw her. "Can I help you, Bakugo?"

She twitched. "Deku, what exactly is this?" The smell intensified.

He grimaced, worried more for his work in his notebook than his own well being. "It's a notebook, Bakugo. One that I would like to have back." He snarked back at her.

She scowled, eyes alight with a malice he had seen thousands of times before. "I know it's a notebook, you damn nerd! I'm asking why you still have these useless Hero notebooks, when you know you'll never use them!"

Izuku stilled, his face turning blank. Katsuki looked at him with a harsh glare, with something else swimming in the back of her eyes, when he finally gave her a response.

"Humor me. Take your hand off the notebook and read what it says."

She took her hand off begrudgingly, deciding to follow along with this farce for now-

Her mind blanked.

Instead of 'Hero Analysis for My Future' as it always had been, it had 'Forging Materials, Tools and Techniques' written across the front cover.

It was impossible. Izuku wanted to be a Hero. That was the truth, absolute and unchanging. And yet-

"Do you understand, Bakugo?" He looked at her, eyes filled with something she could never understand. "I don't have any Hero notebooks. I don't need them. Not anymore. Not while I have a new goal in mind."

She didn't understand. She couldn't. "What 'new goal' is more important than being a Hero, Deku?!"

He gave a wan smile. "In short? My mom's wishes."

She choked.

He kept the smile, in spite of how empty it was. "She really does wants me to be safe, you know? She's seen some pretty shit things happen to other men that she wants to never have happen to me."

He turned his unseeing eyes to her, making her hitch her breath.

"And who am I to make my mom worry like that?"

He grabbed the notebook off of his desk and put it into his backpack before turning to leave the classroom.

He paused.

Then he shook his head and left, leaving Katsuki to deal with this new, impossible reality.

Izuku walked down the street, with a feeling of guilt burned into his stomach.

None of what he said was untrue. He meant every single damn thing that came out of his mouth, and yet-

The guilt burned fiercer.

He sighed. He knew that Ka- that Bakugo had probably just had her worldview splintered, and he knew that was why his gut burned.

She was strong. He was weak. They both wanted to be Heroes.

That was what she believed. But now that one of those pillars, one of the constants, in her life had been broken, it would take a while for her to recuperate.

It had taken him years, after all. And he was quite a bit weaker than she was.

He sighed, looking down at his hands. They were calloused and rugged, made that way from years of forging and hammering materials.

'Truly,' he mused. 'How would these hands be able to save anyone?'

He entered an overpass, and shook his head. 'That's not what matters. Right now, I need to get through school and continue to work on my bladework skills.'

He nodded, ignoring the thrum that seemed to echo in his Soul, and turned his head back up-

"A medium sized body to hide in!"

Only to have his body encased in a liquid a second later.

He flinched and reached up instinctively to pull off what got on his face.

He couldn't get a proper grip on it. It was a writhing, slippery mess that seemed to be attached to his entire body.

And if the eye gleaming with a malevolence far beyond whatever Bakugo could conjure got him to start to panic-

"Don't worry, I'm just hijacking your body! It'll only hurt for about 45 seconds!" -the demented words that came out of the disembodied mouth only added to his panic.

'SHIT!' Izuku was panicking, badly. 'How the hell am I supposed to get this thing offa me?!' He kept on clawing on the slime that surrounded his mouth, trying desperately to get a breath of air.

"Oi oi, you know that won't do anything, right?" The villain asked, mockingly. "You should know that I'm a liquid, dumbass!"

Izuku was seeing spots. 'No, I can't die! Not when my mom still needs me!'

The ground shuddered, a flurry of sparks flashing uselessly against the encroaching darkness.

...and slowly, the sparks started to die out...

'No, please-!' He closed his eyes and begged for a miracle. 'Someone help me!'

But what are Heroes-

The iron grate that covered the manhole burst up, followed by a enormous figure. "FEAR NOT, SHOUNEN!" Both the slime villain and Izuku's eyes widened in shock.

-if not miracles made flesh?

The Legend of the Current Era landed with one foot out and a fist cocked back, ready to be launched. "I AM HERE!"

They blurred, covering the several meters between where they knelt and where the villain and Izuku were in less than a second, being followed by a roar. "TEXAS-"

They launched their fist forward-

"SMASH!"

-and a shockwave ripped the slime villain to pieces, along with ripping the air out of Izuku's lungs.

And with his fading consciousness, already fading from the lack of air along with the shock, Izuku muttered out two words.

"All... Might..."

The world turned black.

Izuku awoke to the feeling of a hand slapping him, as well as someone chanting(?) right above him.

"-ey hey hey hey hey h- Oh!"

Izuku opened his eyes blearily, still addled by sleep, and remembered the events that occurred previous to his passing out.

"THANK GOODNESS! YOU'RE OKAY!" All Might bellowed.

'Oh right... All Might saved me...'

...

Izuku rocketed up from his sitting position, leaping to his feet and taking a few steps back in shock. 'All Might saved me?!'

Izuku's reaction was well founded. All Might is a living, breathing, Legend. He was, and still is, the only Male Hero to have existed throughout history. How he gained a Quirk is still unknown, but the most popular thought is that he simply got lucky. A one in several billion chance to gain a Quirk, and he did it.

A theory was only further supported by the fact that millions of men around the globe went to have their DNA checked to see if they had a Quirk genes in them, and not a single one had a Quirk.

But that wasn't the main issue here! All Might was right in front of him! The singular Male Hero, the only man with a Quirk, the Number One Hero in the world, the Paragon of Peace and Justice! AND HE HAD SAVED HIM!

Izuku immediately stood up and started bowing rapidly. "Thank you so much, All Might!"

He laughed. "NO, I SHOULD BE THANKING YOU, SHOUNEN! WITH YOUR HELP, I MANAGED TO CAPTURE THE VILLAIN!"

He proudly held up the two bottles that held the slime villain, with only one having the eyes and with both slightly bulging from the amount stuffed into them.

Izuku blinked at the odd sight, before remembering something important that he needed to do. "Ah, right!" He yelped, before digging into his backpack for his notebook, beofre turning to the next clean page. "Sorry to ask this, sir, but do you think you could si-"

It was already signed. The verdette immediately started to bow again, his thanks spewing out of his mount. "Thank you so much, All Might! It's a treasure, a family heirloom!"

The Paragon merely laughed again, turning away with the slime villain in hand. "IT'S NO PROBLEM, SHOUNEN! NOW THEN, I NEED TO TURN THIS VILLAIN INTO THE AUTHORITIES!" He knelt, muscles tensing and coiling, preparing to launch himself away. "AND REMEMBER, A HERO NOT ONLY BATTLES CRIME, BUT TIME AS WELL!"

Izuku paused, looking up. Something in him urged him forward, begging him to open his mouth and ask that one question he so desperately needed to know.

He opened his mouth, reaching his hand forward-

His mom flashed through his mind.

-and flinched at the last second.

"UNTIL NEXT TIME," He boomed, launching off the ground and into the sky, his final words trailing behind him. "THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT!"

Izuku looked as All Might turned into a speck on the skyline, and lowered his hand.

'Damnnit.' He thought blankly, staring at the ground. 'I'm such a coward.'

Izuku walked home in a blank daze, the world seeming to simply blur past him.

'I should have known better anyway.' He sighed to himself. 'He was a one-off thing. The only Male Hero. The only man with a Quirk.'

His stare at the floor intensified, before finally letting out. 'It was a pipe hope anyway. The only thing I'm good at is making swords, and I'm barely decent enough at that.'

He glanced up for a second, before looking back at the ground. 'I should start to see if I can get people to commis-'

He stumbled a bit, glancing up again to see a cloud of dark, ominous smoke climbing into the sky. Barely a block away.

...

Izuku sighed. 'What the hell, why not? It's not like it'll change anything anyway.'

He slowly started to trudge his way through the streets, following the crowd that was steadily building up the closer he got until the crown was so think he could no longer move forward.

He looked around, seeing a... oddly familiar, tall, skeletal looking old man. "Excuse me, sir?"

The old man jumped slightly, looking down at the verdette with a light look of surprise on his face, almost as if he had seen him before...

"Yes, shounen? How can I help you?" The skeleton asked.

Izuku replied with a question of his own. "Sorry to ask you, but do you know what's happening here? I saw a cloud of smoke from a block away and wanted to check it out."

"From what I've heard so far, it seems like a villain had escaped from All Might and is now holding a young ojou-san hostage."

'The slime villain?' Izuku felt a chill crawl up his spine. "H-How long had she been held hostage for?" Izuku asked, practically begging that it had not been very long.

The old man gained a pensive look look on his face. "Hmm... I'm not sure. Around four to six minutes?"

Izuku had started to move after he heard 'four'.

He couldn't help but feel like this situation was partially his fault. Had All Might not not fully screwed in the caps of the bottles in because he had distracted him? Had he gotten in the way of the Hero?

As Izuku pushed through the crowd, he could start to see what was happening more clearly. The slime had indeed captured a girl, and several Heroes were attempting to free her from the villain's grasp.

But, before any other words or sights that could have caught his attention, he immediately stopped the instant he made eye contact with the trapped girl.

The girl with ruby-red eyes, with such a begging look in those normally prideful irises.

His heart stopped. 'Kacchan?'

The encroaching dark haze stopped. No, the entire World(Fantasy) was put into pause.

Then, the World(Fantasy) was light aflame. The fire raged, and lit the darkness away, leaving a clear view of the horizon. It raged, and burned away the smog that covered the sky. It raged, burning the valleys and mountains together into a single, united, plain.

And finally, the World(Fantasy) was revealed.

It had vast swaths of burning sky, only interrupted by and occasional gear of untold proportions that hung in the crimson sky.

It had a patchwork of a ground, seemingly stitching together two different terra at once. One patch would stretch for seemingly miles, a near forest of knee length, flaming, crimson grass. The next would be barely a meter in diameter, bearing a pure, untouched, patch of emerald grass with random marigolds smattered across it.

And yet, most fascinating of all, was what inhabited the untouched, marred, World(Fantasy).

Swords.

Countless, infinite, unlimited, amounts of Swords.

Izuku was moving through the crowd long before he realized he had moved, a burning feeling in his body forcing him forward.

Vaguely, he noted the shocked expressions on every single face that he passed, as well as the voice that shouted at hims to stop, unknowing of the faint glow that emitted from his body, barely hidden underneath his school uniform.

The mass of slime glared at him with malice. "You!" It's warbly voice shouted out. "I'll kill you this time!"

Izuku failed to hear it roar out, preoccupied with the burning that seemed to reach his skin, but did notice its attempts at slamming its tentacles into him.

He smoothly sidestepped away from his position, three tendrils slamming down with enough force to crack the concrete barely two seconds later, before twisting away from an incoming tentacle that nearly drilled five holes into several vital organs.

'Ah,' He noted, feeling woozy from the heat. 'It really is trying to kill me.'

He then took his twist and turned it into a somersault between several more tendrils, dashing away from his landing point where an explosion rippled the air with a shockwave of force and heat.

It was only because of how close he was that he could note the girl's shocked expression, along with the villains look of... fear(?) in it's eyes.

'Hmm... maybe if I...' Izuku reached out and squeezed the eyes, causing the slime to roar out yet again, this time in pain.

And with that pain, an opening was left.

Izuku immediately grabbed the girl from the weakened slime, ripping her out and began to sprint away from the writhing mass of pain and wrath.

And then, after hearing a whistle of something moving through air and trowing the girl away to face it, he was pierced through the right pectoral, close to his shoulder.

The pain was sharp, but, as the heat in his body reached it's peak, his hands began to burn worse than the tendril.

He ripped apart the tendril, tearing it out of his body and seeing the enraged mass send several more tentacles to impale him.

He could feel it. The heat in his heads, searing and begging to be released.

Begging to turn Fantasy into Reality.

He saw no need to deny it, ready to defend himself and all those behind him.

Ready to be a Hero.

To sacrifice one's own peace for the safety of others, what could be more heroic?

The mantra was ready, the air trembled in anticipation.

"Tra-"

The ground shuddered and shook from the enormous mass that landed right in front of him.

"HAVE NO FEAR, SHOUNEN!" All Might roared his determination, clenching the five tentacles that were mere feet away from impaling Izuku. "FOR I AM HERE!"

The attack that changed the World itself, known by all across the globe. The punch that turned All Might from a myth to a Legend.

"DETROIT-"

He cocked his fist back.

"SMASH!"

He launched it forward, at a speed that approached mach speeds.

And then, the World turned to a hurricane of wind, battering all those in the surrounding area.

Izuku trudged his way home, thoroughly exhausted by the events that had occurred after All Might 'saved' him from being recaptured, or killed, by the slime villain.

The Heroes were the first to move after the villain had been reduced to a murky green paste on the concrete, moving rubble and leaving what fires remained to be put out after All Might had changed the weather with a single punch-

Ahem.

After the Heroes had, quite literally, bagged the villain, they then turned their attention to Izuku and Katsuki.

"What were you thinking?!" He recalled a Hero, Death Arms, yelled at him. "There was absolutely no reason to risk yourself like that!"

She was right.

He didn't have a reason to. The Heroes had a handle on the situation.

Still, how could one help how their body moved on their own?

After the his scolding, and Ka- and Bakugo's praising, both of them were checked by the paramedics who had arrived to the scene. There was concern over the hole that had been punched into his shoulder, of course, but after convincing the medic that his mother had a healing Quirk they decided to let him go after only basic medical treatment.

He still hated lying like that.

He paused in his trek back home, and remembered that Bakugo went in a similar way to her house as well.

'Ah... I don't want to deal with her.' He realized with a shocking clarity, too tired to lie to himself like before.

He took a left at the next street, pondering on his future. 'That situation just goes to show that I'm really not meant to be a Hero, eh?' He sighed. 'Oh well, there are other options I could take...'

The World(Fantasy), once illuminated by a fire brighter than the sun itself, began to return to darkness once more. The sun-fire turning into a mere bonfire-

And as he was about to pass the next alleyway-

"I AM HERE!"

-All Might dashed right in front of him in a dynamic pose.

Izuku stood blankly, unable to comprehend that All Might was in front of him... again.

A second passed.

The another.

All Might's grin became slightly strained. "SHOUNEN?"

It finally clicked.

"Ah!" Izuku startled, "All Might?!"

The Legend boomed a laugh out, his grin returning to its previous state. "HAHAHA! YES, IT IS I, SHOUNEN!"

He inexplicity softened a bit. "I HAVE COME TO EXPRESS MY THANKS, SHOUNEN, AS WELL AS TO EXTEND A PROPOSAL TO YOU."

Izuku flushed, shaking his head side to side. "Nonono, there's no need to thank me, All Might! I rushed in like an idiot, after all. You had to go out of your way to save me as well-"

All Might gave a wan smile, nothing like his normal wide grin. "NO SHOUNEN, I HAVE TO GIVE MY THANKS TO YOU. HAD YOU NOT STEPPED IN, I FEAR THE GIRL COULD HAVE LOST HER LIFE WITHIN A FEW MORE MOMENTS."

Izuku's eyes watered at this. Both from the knowledge that he had saved someone, as well as the fact that All Might himself had praised him.

All Might's grin widened again, this time more excitedly than anything. "NOW THEN, I HAVE ONE TEST FOR YOU TO COMPLETE BEFORE I EXTEND MY PROPOSITION FOR YOU."

Izuku remembered the second half of what All Might had first said to him. "Ah... what's the test?"

All Might looked at him with a serious visage on his face. "TELL ME SHOUNEN, WHEN YOU RAN IN TO SAVE THAT GIRL, DID YOU FEEL ANYTHING... OFF?"

Izuku thought back to that moment, the terror at realizing that Katsuki was the one in danger, the pumping of his heart, the adrenaline in his veins, the heat that refused to relent for as long as she was still in danger-

All Might belted out a roaring, joyous laugh. "HAHAHA! WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT ANSWERS MY QUESTION!"

Izuku looked up at his idols eyes with a questioning glint in his own.

All Might's grin was blinding, more so than any he had ever seen come from the enormous man. "LOOK DOWN SHOUNEN, AND ROLL UP THOSE SLEEVES!"

Izuku did, rolling his sleeves up and expecting to see arms riddled with minor burn and cut scars from his time spent forging blades-

He saw the impossible, and forgot how to breath.

-only to see twin arms, both glowing a neon teal in a circuit-like pattern that trailed up and down his arms, the heat burning along the trails all the while.

"A GENETIC IMPOSSIBILITY. THAT'S WHAT THEY CALLED ME, SHOUNEN."

Izuku could only look up faintly.

"BUT," All Might confirmed what could only have been a dream-come-true. "AN IMPOSSIBILITY CAN ONLY OCCUR ONCE. AND NOW, YOU ARE THE SECOND MALE TO HAVE A QUIRK, SHOUNEN!"

The gauntlet of events and emotions finally caught up with Izuku.

He fainted.

...

All Might disappeared into a cloud of steam, coming out as the same old skeletal man from before.

"EH? SHOUNEN?"

-and yet, that bonfire persisted, fueled by the newly grown hopes of a boy who wanted to be a Hero.

...and ever so slowly, that bonfire would continue to grow into something more.

So... first story is a weird one alright.

This had been living in my head, rent free, for a couple of months before I decided to just go ahead an write it out.

And now I'm actually invested.

...i promise that the female only thing was a joke at first. again, lowkey invested now

Main premise is that Muramasa and Heaven's Feel Shirou have had their experiences and memories placed into Izuku's body and mind.

And it's the normal Heaven's Feel ending btw, not the good one. IE, the one where he projects Excalibur(Morgan?), sacrificing his soul and mind, to destroy the corrupted Grail instead of Illya carrying him.

So yeah, kinda fucked.

Sorry if the beginning is a bit clunky and seems unpolished... because it is. Will probably end up coming back to this chapter to make it better, but that ain't gonna be for a couple chapters down the road.

Anyway, don't expect much for awhile cuz I got school to do that's more important. At the time of posting this I've started writing out chapter 2 and I have a idea of where I want to lead this.

So yeah, read and tell me where I made grammar mistakes ad all that jazz

See ya, for now

EDIT(June 11th):

Sooooo, I kinda messed up.

nothing big, but it was something that could bite me in the ass in the future Arcs and explanations if I don't fix it now.

Have fun finding what I fixed lmao

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