Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.

Boku no Hero Academia is the creation and intellectual property of Horikoshi Kohei and Shueisha.


Quirky.

Part Six.


A young receptionist, wearing very square glasses with black frames, and sporting shiny black hair pulled back into a bun, stepped out of the office.

"Yagi-san?" she said. "The Principal will see you now."

Toshinori looked at her, mildly surprised. "I hadn't seen you before, I think, Miss…"

She bowed. "Ririko Kasumi, Yagi-san!" she said. She had very fair skin, almost making her look like a porcelain doll, large round brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. "Still new here, I'm replacing Takahashi-san!"

The blond nodded slowly as she ushered him in. She stepped out and closed after herself while the Principal walked out from behind his desk to greet him happily.

"What am I? Am I a mouse, am I a muskrat, am I a bear or meerkat? Principal Nedzu, that's what I am!" the bipedal tiny animal laughed, pulling on the lapels of his fine suit. He had white fur and a long tail. Small ears and an even smaller nose, often twitching and sniffing. "What a surprise, having you call for an audience, Toshinori! Normally you seem reluctant to see me, for some reason."

Yagi pointed meekly at the door." Who is she, Sir? She seems too young for the job."

"Her credentials are peerless. You can say she has a bright future ahead of herself," Nedzu smiled knowingly. "You are in your skinny form! That means you came to milk for sympathies."

"I wouldn't try to be so shameless," Yagi said. "I'm saving the juice just in case, for the rest of the day."

"If you say so," Nedzu said. "What brings you here, then? I thought we already had settled all the terms of your tenure through our representatives."

"It's about… some of the new children, and their… possible relation to a case that is making the rounds in the news, but not the public news…" Toshinori said awkwardly.

Nedzu folded his small paws intertwined. "The petrifying marauder."

"Maybe," Toshinori admitted, fidgeting with his collar and tapping his feet.

"So start explaining yourself already," Nedzu said, his tone still affable and jovial but gaining more edge.

Yagi sighed and explained as best as he could, trying to leave no major details out.

When he was done, Nedzu seemed less aghast than he'd thought. That only made him scarier. "And you waited one full week to tell me…"

"It's worse than that, I kept the part about their origins a secret from you all those months. I have no excuse, other than a foolish overshooting of my concern for them. If you want to punish me for that…"

"What concerns me is the part about the Fate boy, why didn't you trust me on him as soon as you learned about that?" He took a paw to his chest. "Why, Toshinori, I thought we were better friends than that!"

Toshinori's shoulders sagged. He didn't even know what to say. A part of the back of his brain, however, kept on needling him about why Nedzu was so nonchalant about the children themselves. He didn't even seem to mind that much about magic, if he was even believing its existence. Then again, it was Nedzu, he had to suspect something was out of the customs about Young Negi and his friends as soon as All Might asked for their transfer to UA.

"It's not about you, Principal, but you still have to answer to others, and…"

"And do you think that I'd let my children be taken away from me that easily? Oh, they would try, alright, but let them try push that much against old Nedzu as long as I breathe!"

"Thank you, but there's also the fact that none of us suspected he'd be here as well. He appeared to be in control when that Gateport exploded, why would he strand himself in another world? And then he spent months without doing anything…"

Nedzu sighed. "All Might, No Brains!"

"I know it might have been wishful thinking to some degree, but what would be the point of coming here? Trying a takeover? That boy only seems interested on magical affairs, and there's no magic in this world. Other than that girl, there didn't seem to be anyone else with him, not after that Amagasaki woman was arrested. Even if he's that powerful, trying to tackle on the whole hero society on his own… he'd have to be insane!"

"There's never been a shortage of insane people in either side of the business, Yagi," Nedzu mused.

"If anything, and even if the marauder is him, he seems to target villains only. The MO is too different," Toshinori said. "That's not the way one would go if one wanted to recruit other villains as muscle…"

Nedzu shook his head. "You have too much of a heroic mind, your problem is you never learned how to think like them. You are just too worried about those kids, aren't you? I can sympathize. I will still punish you." His right eye glinted with glee. "But I won't let anything befall them if I can help it."

Toshinori thought, trying to be smart this time. What was Nedzu up to? He wasn't afraid the Principal would try going back on his word, but he knew something was off. Trying to outguess a chessmaster like Nedzu gave him a headache.

"Thank you, Sir," he ended up saying, humbly. And then something bothered him again, about her. About the receptionist girl. She felt strange and vaguely familiar even though he'd never met her before. Something about her reminded her of—

He remembered some of Negi's stories about his past. He hummed to himself, and glanced back at the door.

"Pay attention to me when I'm talking to you, Toshinori," Nedzu said.

"Sorry, Sir!" He turned back to him quickly.

"I'll have to start by docking your pay for… uh… let's say the whole length of your academic tenure…"

"I can live with that measure, Principal," All Might said.

"And you might have to give me foot rubbings every once in a while…"

"What?"

"Just thinking things over, to see what sticks to the wall. There'll be time for that later, I suppose!" He shrugged his shoulders with a smile. Then his voice grew serious. "Toshinori. I know that, as the Symbol of Peace, everyone expects for you to be right all the time. But no man can do that."

"I know that."

"You'll have to pass the torch, you remember that too, don't you?"

"It's why I've looked for a successor."

"Good! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll need a description of the suspect," Nedzu said diligently, pulling a toy sized notepad out. "Don't worry, I'll keep my sources a secret!"

Toshinori coughed. "Let's see… Young Negi said he was around his height… very pale… short white hair… golden eyes… slim and taciturn… always wore a dark grey uniform, and moved incredibly fast… Soft mannered but ruthless, not one to boast loudly…"

"I see, I see!" Nedzu said. "Well, consider actual motions put in order already!"

"My most sincere thanks, Sir," Toshinori said. "Please tell whoever is tasked with it not to confront him directly."

"He seems wanting to avoid confrontations so far. Then again, it's always that way when you're hatching a plan," Nedzu sighed. "You may leave now, Toshinori."

He blinked. "Just like that?"

"Unless you had something else you wanted to confess…?"

All Might shook his head and stood up. He'd been let go too easy, he knew it.

The young receptionist was standing outside, by the door. She bowed gracefully at him. "Have a nice day, Sir!"

He gave her a craggy smile. "Thanks, Ririko-kun. You're a nice young lady. Someday I'd like to introduce you to a boy I'm aiding out. You look like the type who would like British proper gentlemen…"

"They strike too close to home, I'm afraid, Sir," she said with an unfazed smile.

He nodded at her and left.

The young woman snickered.


After a week of being put the grinder along the rest of Class 1-A, Jiro Kyoka felt entitled to wake up late that Sunday. It mildly annoyed her, as a matter of fact, to find out Negi and Chisame were still asleep on the lower bunk as she descended from hers.

"You've gotta stop doing that, I'm starting to think badly of you," the girl said while walking out the shower, in a robe and slippers, and with a towel wrapped around her shoulders.

Chisame woke up, blinking heavily. "Uh? Uh? Whassap?"

"What kind of ten year old kid still sleeps with his big sister figure?" Kyoka asked instead of answering, drying her earjacks carefully. Negi was waking up, with a languid yawn. "If the rest of the dormitories ever learns about this you'll be the local laughingstock."

Chisame sat on the edge of the bunk, groaning. "He's got a trauma, okay? His hometown was burned by terrorists when he still was five."

"Sounds like the kind of stuff you should take to a counselor," Jiro advised. At least he hadn't snuck into her bed yet.

Chisame sighed. "I always thought superheroes were supposed to be unbalanced." Negi was about to pull his head back and prepare for a sneeze, so she swiftly reached into the drawer, pulled one of Hatsume's masks out, and secured it on his face.

A muted 'Atchoooo' ensued, and Jiro raised an eyebrow. "Why do you always do that?"

"I'm a germophobe," Chisame said.

"Funny, you don't act obsessed about germs otherwise."

Chisame huffed. This girl was getting less tolerable by the day, even if she never did anything loud, or openly obnoxious.

Negi's phone rang, and Chisame picked it up while he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Good morning? Hasegawa here. Negi's still half asleep."

She listened. Kyoka, to respect their privacy, stuck her earphones in her own ears, blocking the conversation she'd have heard otherwise. Chisame was nodding slowly while Negi sat up in attention.

"I see," Hasegawa said. "He'll be glad to hear. Yeah. I'll tell the others too. Thank you, Inko-san."

She turned to Negi. "Inko-san wants us to spend the rest of the day with her. Looks like Yagi-san has something to tell us."


Inko put the phone down. "Chisame-chan got the call," she told her houseguest. "She'll be bringing everyone as soon as possible."

Yagi Toshinori nodded, sitting on her couch with a cup of coffee in his hands. "Thank you very much. Sorry for showing up so early, but I'm afraid I'll have a busy agenda for the rest of the day."

"Don't worry, I'm actually moved you keep concerning yourself over the children so much, even after they enrolled." Inko sat before him and poured herself a cup. "We'd better make the coffee disappear before Negi-kun arrives. He really hates it!"

Toshinori laughed softly. "I've noticed."

"It's about those friends of theirs who are lost, isn't it?" Inko grew serious again.

"Yeah, but it's not bad news, we found another one," Yagi said. "It'll be a bit difficult to bring her here, but-"

Someone rang the door.

"Those can't possibly be them yet," Inko looked at it. "It must be Kazuho-chan."

"Who?"

Inko got up and walked to the door. Sure enough, once it was open she was face to face with Haneyama Kazuho, who smiled at her, holding a large bag up. "Good morning, Midoriya-san! Since today's my free day, I thought I'd drop by!"

Inko smiled warmly. She kept on coming frequently even after Chisame and Negi had left for the academy. For a pretty girl her age, she must have been lonely. Or maybe she just loved mooching that much. Or both. They weren't mutually exclusive, although this time she had bothered to bring something to share with them. "Sure thing, Kazuho-chan. Come in, the kids will be coming along in a while... oh," she realized what that meant, even as Kazuho walked in past her.

"Thank you. So Chisame will be here, huh? I wanted to talk with her about doing a photo- Oh." She stopped at the sight of the scrawny man with wild dirty blond hair. "Sorry, I didn't know you had visits already...?"

He waved at her. "Good morning. I'm Yagi Toshinori from the All Might Agency. I'm Young Midoriya's agent."

"Oh... Right," Kazuho said faintly, setting the bag on the table. Even after all this time, facing people directly related to pro heroes up close and personal still made her nervous. "My name's Haneyama Kazuho..."

"Oh?" Yagi said. "Ohhh... I thought that face looked familiar. From a description I heard once. And that name..."

"Wh-What about my name?" Kazuho said while Inko looked back and forth between them.

Yagi pointed a finger at her. "Captain Celebrity told us about you once! You are a friend of Young Haimawari, aren't you? Skycrawler!"

Kazuho blinked gradually. "Ah, ha, ha... Yeah... Koichi. We... We are friends."

Yagi smiled. "He also told me you became a pop idol! I'm afraid I don't know much about that, I'm an out of touch old man, but..."

"Yeah, well... That didn't quite pan out," she said quietly, sitting on the chair Inko had pulled for her. "That's why I moved here from Naruhata."

Yagi paused uncomfortably. "Ah... I see. Sorry about that. You're very young, you always can-"

She waved a hand. "It's okay. I have a business of my own here. It's a living!"

"That's where she met Chisame-chan," Inko said, trying to break the ice. "Chisame-chan always goes to her shop, and it turns out they have common hobbies, don't you, dear?"

Haneyama nodded, her head low, but didn't say anything.

Despite himself, Yagi smiled again. "That's good to hear. Young Hasegawa really needs friends. She isn't as sociable as Young Shiina, but..." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue the sentence. He realized he knew virtually nothing about how to socialize in a personal level with young women, other than handing them autographs and giving speeches.

"Chisame's a good girl," Kazuho mused. "She reminds me of myself, when I was her age..." There she let the idea hang for a long moment before adding, almost fondly, "But better. I, I hope she learns from my mistakes, you know?"

Oh, now here there was something he could do. Even though Yagi never could cheer others up like All Might could. "Don't say that, you're sounding as if you were my age. Everyone makes plenty of mistakes when we're young! It's part of learning. Keep on advancing with your chin high and everything will improve!"

She nodded, although she didn't look very convinced. It was then that he noticed her left eye. He frowned to himself, wondering.

"I'll go cook some more snacks for you while Chisame-chan comes home, dear," Inko moved for the kitchen, trusting Yagi-san on how he would handle the talk with the children before Kazuho-chan, or if he would find a way around it without being rude to her. Frankly, she couldn't think of one herself.

Yagi sighed inwardly, being left alone like that. He couldn't blame Inko-san, though. He looked at the girl who refused to look at him for a moment, and then he asked uneasily, "Um, so, what kind of shop do you run? I might pay it a visit some other day I'm in the neighborhood, depending on what are you selling..."

It was a real lifesaving relief for him when Young Midoriya and the others arrived at last.


"Good morning, Midoriya-san," Negi said politely while walking in. "We came all soon as we could. I see Yagi-san is here already, and- Oh." He came to a halt. "Good morning, Haneyama-san."

"Chisame!" Kazuho waved happily at Hasegawa. "I was gonna ask you how you'd feel about a joint photo shoot!"

"Hey, Bro!" Chamo also waved, popping up on top of Kazuho's head. Kazuho grew two pulsing veins.

Yagi looked quizzically at Negi, in a discreet way.

"Animal with Quirk," Negi whispered out a corner of his mouth.

Toshinori nodded.

"Mom!" Izuku hugged his mother.

"Izukun!" she hugged him back.

They rocked back in forth on each other's arms, cooing sweetly, and Kotaro looked at them with a vague smile. Sakurako blinked at him, realized he probably never had a mother, and put her hand on his shoulder.

Chisame sighed and walked to Kazuho, both sharing a fist bump. "Nice to see you again, Senpai. Believe me, after this week, this is a fresh breath of normalcy."

Yagi cleared his throat. "Young Negi, Young Hasegawa, before we can discuss the matters that brought me here, could I talk in private with you two, please?"

Kazuho blinked. "Huh?"

"Academic garbage, Senpai, don't worry. You'd find it boring," Chisame said, moving along to follow Toshinori and Negi into another room.

Izuku and Inko were still hugging and rubbing cheeks lovingly. The woman played with her son's hair.

Once they were alone, Negi asked Yoshinori, "What is it, Sir?"

The man inhaled. "You know who that girl is, right?"

Chisame nodded. "A former vigilante known as Pop Step, yeah." There was no point on hiding that stuff from him, he probably had files on her already. "You aren't going to arrest her or anything, are you?" she added defensively.

"Why would I do that? I only wanted to make sure you knew. How much does she know about you?"

"She knows that we have several missing friends, we gave her descriptions in case she ever meets any of them," Negi said. "She also knows we have powers, but she thinks it's because of Quirks, Sir."

Toshinori nodded to himself. "Sorry you have to live in a web of lies. Recent events... have forced me to rethink how necessary some lies, and some untold truths, are. It must be difficult on your making friends."

"One grows used to it while living as a mage," Negi said humbly.

"Perhaps our worlds aren't that different. Even if we don't have secret identities anymore. Well, I do have one, but..." He shook his head. "Never mind. I think you can trust Pop Step, she's old friends with the sidekick of a colleague in America. If you think you can share something else with her... I won't stop you, but think it carefully, anyway. We're going to be talking about one of your friends, whom I received info about."

Negi's eyes shone.

"How open do you think I should be around her?" Yagi asked. "Or should we find an excuse to shoo her away without tipping our hand?"

The children stared at him, thinking about it.

After a moment, Chisame said, "If you really think it's fine... Do as you deem best. You should know better."

"I should, shouldn't I." Toshinori patted his legs and looked at the next room. "Well, we will have to handle it as we go along!"

They walked out again. Izuku was still answering to his mother's anxious questions- Yes, he had been assigned the same class as that adorable girl, no, Katchan hadn't been too aggressive with him- and Kotaro and Sakurako seemed to be discussing something. "Sorry we took so long," Toshinori apologized. He sat down, and so did everyone else. Kazuho put her fists on her knees and opened her eyes a lot. Toshinori put a letter that was very similar to the one with the All Might hologram on the table. "Also sorry we have to go through with this so quick, but I'm afraid I'm on a tight schedule. This was sent to All Might by Enlightenment, a Pro Hero who operates in India."

A video of Asuna fighting a muscleblound man with five arms in an arena sprang from the letter, making Negi gasp.

"Asuna!"

"I knew Sis would be alright! Just look at her!" Chamo laughed. "She fights even better than ever!"

Too good, actually, Chisame thought. Kagurazaka was moving in a way unlike anything she'd seen through the Mahorafest. It was difficult to describe, especially for a non fighter like her. But it was an apparent different style, much less enthusiastic, more... ruthless? From the way Inugami was narrowing his eyes, Hasegawa knew he was thinking the same thing.

"She's been working as pit fighter, moving through Asia, during months now," Toshinori said, moving a finger so the footage was swiftly replaced by a map of Southern Asia, with several coloured dots moving Eastwards, and currently at India. "The first reports we heard placed her in the Middle East, but we couldn't get any footage back then, so I didn't want to tell you until I was sure. She has slowly but steadily been making her way towards the East, under the Twilight Princess stage name. She's currently undefeated, and always stops herself from hurting her opponents too much."

The video was shown again, and Negi frowned, worried. "Her eyes," he said, gesturing at Toshinori to provide a closeup. The man tapped his fingers on the letter, and there was a tight zoom on Asuna's face. "What happened to her eyes?"

"What about them?" Kazuho dared to ask.

"That's not Kagurazaka's expression," Chisame said.

Sakurako nodded. "Asuna-chan, no matter what, was always full of energy, so full of life. There she is- even colder than Mana-chan. It's... scary!"

"Creepy, isn't it?" Kotaro frowned. "Maybe losing us soured her, that's all! She should go back to normal after we see her," he tried reassuring himself. "Hey, Negi..."

Negi already was up, grabbing his jacket and putting it back on. "I'm going there for her!"

"I don't think you should," Toshinori said.

"Why not?! I owe her that much! Why haven't you brought her here!?" Negi protested. "If you won't do it, I'll do it myself!"

"Enlightenment tried to make her come with us," Toshinori said. "He mentioned your name and everything. She... She attacked him, knocked him unconscious, and left. Sorry, Young Negi. For some reason... it looks like she does not want to be found."

Negi blinked slowly. "What..."

"But on the other hand," Toshinori showed them the map again, "She is still moving towards you, towards Japan. Maybe her mind is in a confused state, and she doesn't remember you, but she remembers Japan. Even so, it looks like she won't trust anyone. Enlightenment's powers should have put her in contact with her inner self, so she would remember everything, but..."

"She'll remember everything as soon as she sees me!" Negi was stomping for the door.

"And how will you make her see you?" Yagi said. "The way she moves, she could be anywhere in India by now. Or she could have just crossed a border. You might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack. Let our agents handle it. If anyone can find her through that path she's set for herself, that's them."

"But-!" Negi said. "I've failed her so much already...!" His eyes began watering. "She's always been there for me...!"

"What kind of friends you have, that they are scattered all over the world like that?" Kazuho asked curiously. "Exactly what happened to you guys?"

They all looked at her in silence.

"Am I missing out on something?" Kazuho asked.

Chisame drew a breath. "We come from another world."


The first week had been spent in the painful anguish of being literally torn apart.

When Aisaka Sayo dropped from the sky, the doll body Asakura-san, Evangeline-san and Negi-sensei had buillt for her had been destroyed in landing. Her spirit had flowed out of it, and she truly knew why she had been forced to inhabit it.

Out of Mahora Academy's grounds, her ghostly form was ripped into near nothingness. She wailed only to find out she had no mouth to speak of anymore, not even an astral mouth. She felt herself lapse in and out of consciousness and was jolted back by intense pitchs of soul pain.

Eventually, somehow, she stabilized. She ignored why. Sensei or Evangeline-san would know, if she ever saw them again. She pulled herself back, slowly. That took her another full month.

After taking a familiar invisible form she felt comfy with- even though she still ached all over, but the pain was now dull, and it was bearable- Sayo hovered across the wilderness she now inhabited, for a lack of a better word. She drifted in the wild, alone, lost and miserable. She had been abandoned in some kind of desert, although eventually she found the first signs of life in a pack of those ugly dog-like animals that appeared in movies, like The Lion King... how were they called? Ah, yes, hyenas.

Sayo was naive, but she was not stupid, and she figured out she was in... Africa? That was strange and she had no idea why she was in Africa now, but she kept her wits and followed the hyenas, making them slightly nervous even though they could not feel her. They led her to a long, lonely speedway, and the ghost followed her first sign of human civilization for over a full day, until she saw a tiny village in the distance.

She hovered across the locals, realizing she didn't know their language, and none of them seemed to know Japanese either. She doubted she was on Earth, actually, since some of those locals had animal traits, or they could fly, or throw their toenails like projectiles. So she couldn't even do poltergeist things to draw their attention, they'd only get scared and try to exorcise her. Eventually, a medical team visited the village, and they did know English, from what she could gather of their conversations, but she hadn't paid enough attention in Negi-sensei's English classes, something she regretted then.

Even so, when the doctors drove back to their city, Sayo stuck with them, hoping for the best. The city was huge, full of lights during the nights, and it had even more superpowered people, but it didn't seem to be Mundus Magicus either, at least it didn't look like the descriptions Negi-sensei had given of it.

After several weeks there, floating aimlessly, Sayo realized she'd never get anywhere that way, and that if she wanted to see Asakura-san and the others again she'd have to take matters in her own hands, even if those hands couldn't hold anything. Sighing and bracing herself, she tried possessing several animals, until she could take over a crane that flew around the outskirts. It took her another week to master the bird, apologizing to it for borrowing its life, but once she had it completely dominated, she could flew Northward with it, faster than she could have flown on her own.

After she thought she had taken the crane far enough, Sayo abandoned it and possessed another bird- she would rather not possess human beings if she could help it- and continued flying for the North. She had been left in the South of Africa, and her path was long and boring. But she had to do it if she wanted to make it to Japan- there had to be a Mahora in this version of the world, and if Asakura and the rest were anywhere in this planet, they should head there as well.

By that point Sayo had already made it to the Philippines, haunting a cargo ship and sitting on the lower decks every night, melancholically looking at the starry skies during nights. Without knowing it, she had passed by Asuna during their respective ways, although they never were close to each other. She had left Asuna long behind by now, perhaps because unlike her, Asuna was in no hurry at all.

Sayo hugged her knees and let the boat take her, slowly, towards Japan. She began singing quietly to herself, and the sailors once more began swearing about the ship being cursed, in need of a priest.


"Ahh. So what you are saying is... it's like an isekai?" Kazuho said. "A truck ran you all over and you ended up here?"

Kotaro made a sound with his tongue. "As if a truck had what it takes to take me down!"

Negi sighed. "It's like an isekai, for the most part... except that we didn't die, it was a mere matter of dimensional displacement!"

Kazuho rested her chin on a fist. Whether she was actually believing them after seeing too much or was just humoring them remained to be seen. "And that happened to you guys because..."

"We were going to travel to another world," Negi said.

"Well, then it obviously worked fine, so congratulations," Kazuho snarked.

"Take this seriously! Why would we bother to give you such a ridiculous story if it weren't true?" Chisame said.

Kazuho waved a hand at the younger girl. "You didn't even need to bother, it's not like any of you owes me anything, I'm just asking."

"We were actually trying to take a trip into another dimension, one that is actually well known by... some of us back at our world," Negi said. "But we were attacked and... the procedure failed and sent us here, scattering our team across the planet!"

"So you were explorers or something? Like challengers of the unknown?" Kazuho hummed.

"I didn't know anything back then, I was just hanging around with them because they were my friends. Friends who kept secrets from me, but friends anyway," Sakurako said.

"It was for your own safety," Kotaro said.

"And we know how well that worked out, don't we?" Shiina shot back.

There was a long shared silence.

"I'll go for more snacks," Inko announced.

"I don't know, can I ask why you were going into another world to begin with?" Kazuho asked.

"We were looking for clues on the whereabouts of my father, a great hero known as the Thousand Master," Negi said reverently.

"He disappeared when Negi was just a baby, but he came back for a moment to save him from his village burning when he was... five, right, Negi?" Kotaro asked.

Negi nodded.

"He saved you and then he went away again? Why?" Kazuho asked.

"That's part of what we are trying to find out," Negi said. "I know it may sound like he just left me on his own will and didn't want to be found..."

Kazuho took a hand to her chest innocently. "The idea never crossed my mind!"

Sakurako rolled her eyes. "Right..."

"At the very least, we know it's unlikely he is in this world," Chisame said. "From what Eva says, if he were here he'd have put on a goofy costume and started punching lava men in the mouth!"

"Who is Eva? Another lost friend of yours?" Kazuho asked. She tried recalling the list of names Chisame had asked her to keep an ear out for. "I don't remember you telling me about any Eva..."

"She is my Master," Chachamaru spoke at last.

Kazuho lifted an eyebrow.

"I am her domestic help," Chachamaru explained. She looked aside. "I hope she is coping well with my absence."

"She has a cabin full of maids, she'll be fine!" Chisame said. "No, she stayed home at Mahora. She's always been a smart devil."

"She also was the romantic stalker of Negi's dad," Kotaro smirked in an insolent fashion.

Negi frowned.

"So your dad was a challenger of the unknown of sorts, and he left you alone, but he returned to save you that time, and then he left again," Haneyama summed up.

"Basically," Negi said. "Do you see now, why didn't we talk about this before?"

"Thanks for saving me the headache until now," Kazuho began rubbing her temples. "Anyway, what Yagi-san is telling you is right, Negi. If you already fell into another world looking for someone, who knows what'll happen if you go on your own to look for this girl, maybe you'll end up falling into the sun."

Negi lowered his head and sulked.

"And in this other dimension, you also happen to speak Japanese..." Kazuho said.

"We come from a parallel Japan, so why wouldn't we?" Chisame asked. "It's not like the world is that different, it's still the same countries, basically, the history has changed a bit, since the Age of Quirks, and-"

Kazuho wagged a finger. "And that is because you don't actually have Quirks, that's actual magic you are using, right?"

Everyone stared blankly at her. Even Inko had popped her head out the kitchen, stunned.

Kazuho smirked. "I'm not that dumb! The first time I saw Negi he was flying on a literal broom, and I knew there was something odd about his Quirk, too general, with too many uses. Then there's Chamo," she looked back at the gulping ermine, "and how animals with Quirks are extremely rare..." She paused, falling into momentary bitterness. "Although they do exist."

She sighed, looked at her fingernails, and added quietly, "And it's not like anyone could travel from one world to another with a Quirk. If that were possible they'd have set a freaking dimensional tourism model business already."

Inko looked at Negi. "Have you been taking my broom out on flights without asking permission?"

"Priorities, please, Mom...!" Izuku groaned.


Several hours had passed since that.

The bar was quiet and almost welcoming.

Outside, the night was cold and the neighborhood was hostile and dangerous, a place where even most Pro Heroes thought twice before setting foot on it. But the bar, set on the top floor of a small, mostly unremarkable building, was well kept and warm. Well lit and far from what one would expect in a lair of villains. There was no denying that the atmosphere was somewhat tense, though.

That silent, simmering tension mostly seemed to drift from the young man sitting on a metal stool at a corner, absently playing a handheld videogame. He was tall and thin, and very pale, with longish shaggy gray hair. Wearing a long sleeved black tee shirt, with matching pants, and cheap white shoes, without socks. There was an indolent, passive air about him, and if not for the hands, he would have looked common, boring.

The hands were all over his upper half, holding him tightly. Severed hands, never letting go. Hands on his arms, on his shoulders, on his chest. His neck.

A single hand rested at the middle of his face, and along his hair, it covered one of his eyes, the other one a dull, half closed orb of redness. He had been silent all night long.

A black skinned giant sat on the floor, at another corner, just as silent. He was apparently male, from the figure of his shirtless chest. But he didn't appear human. His face was elongated and finished in a beak like mouth full of exposed sharp teeth. His eyes were a milky white and never seemed to blink. The top of his head was covered on a membrane that showed off his brain, pink and acuous, and he only wore khaki pants and skull shaped kneepads. His arms, bulging with muscle, were covered on thick scars, red and dry.

A tall man who seemed to be forged from shadows stood behind the counter, polishing a jar and possibly humming gently under his breath. His elegant white jacket suit contrasted starkly with the ever flowing black swirl of darkness that was the rest of him, topped by a head that as shaped like a pillar of shades. A tall white collar appeared to keep that head in place, and two bright yellow eyes were flashing over a mouthless abyss.

Someone knocked on the front door. The man sitting on the floor raised his head.

Slowly, the pale young man lowered his handheld. "Were we expecting anyone tonight?" he asked apathetically.

"No," the man made of shadows said, setting the jar down calmly. "Who is that?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Fate," a voice that was flat and polite at once spoke from the other side of the door.

"A comedian. Fate came for us?" the young man full of hands stood up, leaving the handheld aside. "Show yourself."

A small fist broke through the door. The attached hand felt around, grabbed the handle, and opened, as a short boy, who was even paler than the boy full of hands, stepped inside, wearing a dark gray suit. "My apologies over your door," he said, stopping before them. "I intend to pay for it later."

The titan stood up and growled. "Quiet, Nomu," the boy full of hands told him. "Who the hell are you?" he asked the intruder. "Answer fast. You are to be killed in three minutes."

"Three?" the man made of shadows asked.

"It's a very boring night," the boy full of hands shrugged. "He'll help pass some time."

"Fate Averruncus." The child bowed formally. "You may know me by the name your rumors have given me. The Marauder."

The single visible eye in the other young man's face briefly flickered with something resembling interest. "Ah. Now we're talking. I thought you were some kind of vigilante."

"The locals I have approached so far have been uncooperative," Fate Averruncus said. "I trust you will be more reasonable than them. What I have heard is that you are the leaders of this community."

"In a way," the boy full of hands said. "What do you want?"

Fate Averruncus looked around the place. "What do you want?"

"I asked first, shitbag!"

Fate Averruncus made a subtle sound of exasperation. "What are your ambitions? Do you even have any? That is an important question to settle, if you are to be working for me."

The boy full of hands didn't seem to be interested on listening anymore. "Nomu, kill him."

The giant roared, a cry that was nowhere as deafening as one would have expected from his size. It was more like a tense noise that pierced the ears, a sound that was more dully shrill than thundering or booming. He leaped towards the short young man, swinging his massive fists at him.

The stranger jumped over Nomu's fists easily, then landed with both feet on the back of his neck, making him scream the same way as before. Fate ran down his back, swung a kick back, and smashed him against a front wall, shattering it. The other two looked on, taking notice of his speed. He didn't seem to be putting any effort, either. There was no strain on his detached expression.

Nomu pulled himself out with a single motion and turned around. He threw a punch at the boy, who blocked it with a hand. Now that did make the boy full of hands pay attention. The intruder shoved Nomu back, and then ducked under his arms, punching him in the stomach. Nomu growled and doubled back, but did not falter or fall, eyes bulging madly at his foe.

"Not entirely weak," Fate Averruncus estimated faintly, almost sounding like praising.

Nomu charged at him again. Fate Averruncus was faster than him once again, punching him in the jaw and sending him staggering back. It was then that the boy full of hands jumped on his back from behind.

Five fingers and a handpalm were pressed down on the face of Fate Averruncus. The single exposed eye through the scraggy bangs glinted maniacally.

"Game over, shitbag."

The boy stood there, still, under him. Nomu straightened up, ready to strike again, but the man made of shadows stopped him a with a calm gesture of his right hand.

The eyebrow over the single exposed eye twitched shakily. "You aren't dying," he said. "Why aren't you dying?"

He pulled himself back from the child, and while there seemed to be a fleeting pang of decay marring those delicate features, it passed soon, the flesh healing back almost as soon as it had decomposed. Fate Averruncus looked back at him. "Interesting Quirk. I can see why it would make you so antisocial. I can teach you to use it on manners other than murdering, if you will let me."

"How... How the hell could you- Are you some kind of robot?"

"I am an artificial human, and I was crafted through magical procedures unknown by your science," Fate Averruncus said. "Very well. Perhaps I overstepped my boundaries, dictated by basic decency, as I imposed myself upon you. Working... with me," he amended. "I believe that, if we work together, it might be a mutually beneficial enterprise, even if a brief one. Hopefully."

"It might be wortwhile, listening to him, Shigaraki," the man made of shadows said, stepping out from behind the counter and folding his arms behind his back.

Tomura Shigaraki bristled. "Fuck this," he sat, but sat back and frowned at Fate Averruncus "Start explaining yourself, Astroboy."


It was a beautiful Monday morning, and Negi Springfield was teaching English classes.

Present Mic sat at the desk, checking his social media. Through the prior week, he had noticed Negi was much better with English than he was, and so he had appointed him his assistant teacher. His function had esentially become that of imposing peace whenever the students got unruly on Negi, which, much to Mic's surprise, had been less frequent than he'd expected. Even Bakugo mostly acted bored and apathetic through the child's lessons, saving most of his outbursts for their time spent outside.

Chisame sulked, looking at her Neo Horizon book, the same one Negi was using to teach the lesson. Why does it have to be the same damn book? I hate this freaking book, the girl mulled. All the things that changed from one world to the other, and the book is still the same?!

Mina was struggling hard to stay awake. Setsuna copied studiously. So did Iida, and from the likes of it, so did Ochako, actually. Izuku occassionally struggled with one word or another, but mostly he seemed to be doing fine.

"Bakugo-san, could you please read the next few lines?" Negi smiled at the irascible blond, who stood up and read aloud in a flawless English.

"The shepherds remained on the fields all night long. They waited and waited, even though the wind was strong, and the weather was so cold. They remained streadfast on their faith."

"Very good, Bakugo-san. You may sit now!" Negi nodded.

"Bite me..." Bakugo muttered to himself. but it almost sounded like a contractual obligation, like he couldn't spend more than two lines without bile. It wasn't the same sort of vitriol he would give Midoriya.

Just like Midoriya had told her, Chisame reflected, that ass actually was good at studies. For all he seemed to lack any interest on classes, he still did well whenever he was tested. Chisame lacked a proper frame of reference for that kind of person, as Chao for all of her faults was invariably civil and cheerful through all of those lessons given by people who knew far less than her. For the first time in months, Chisame found herself wondering what would Lingshen be doing then.

Between classes, they headed to the cafeteria, a vast section attended by Lunch Rush, a tall and think masked man in a combination of power armor and a white chef's suit.

"It's not Yotsuba's food," Chisame said, digging in, "but it's not bad either!"

They were eating with Kotaro and Sakurako, who had brought one of the 1-B's girls with them. Chisame was a bit unnerved by the way the invisible girl's food was visible for a while after being chewed and swallowed, eventually vanishing after falling into her stomach, so she chose not to look too much her way, unless she really had to.

Kyoka was with them as well. "Yotsuba?"

"She is the cook at the Chao Bao Zi, the best restaurant in our alma mater!" Negi said proudly.

"What was the name of your school again?" Toru asked.

"Mahora," Chachamaru said before Chisame could stop her from doing so.

"Never heard of it," Jiro said. "Where in Japan is it?"

"In the South. It's not a very big or famous school," Chisame said to avoid further questions on the subject.

Kotaro helped by moving the conversation another way. "So they put you through the wringer that way, huh! Sounds fun. Vlad-sensei is much more tolerant, I guess!"

Toru giggled. "Let's just hope Monoma-san doesn't catch us 'eating with the enemy'!"

"He'd have a stroke!" Kotaro laughed.

"We'll be court-martialed," Shiina gestured in an ominous way, her voice booming mockingly. "Only Kendo-san will be able to save us!"

The three laughed together, then bumped glasses.

Izuku just looked too giddy to take much of a part in that conversation. After all, the next course once the lunch hour was over would be-

"DON'T FEAR! WHY!? BECAUSE I'M HERE!" the Symbol of Peace appeared on 1-A's doorstep, light shining from the hallway lamps behind him. "ALL MIGHT-SENSEI!"

The whole class, except for the still respectfully silent Chachamaru and Chisame, gushed. Even Bakugo sat with his eyes very open, which probably was as close as gushing as he could ever do.

"He brought the Silver Age uniform!" Aoyama said as the Pro Hero entered the classroom. "His best one...!"

Bakugo snapped back to form, turning on him. "What are you saying, idiot, everyone knows the Dark Age uniform's the best!"

"Sorry for not making a proper entrance through a window or skylight, but... there are no skylights here!" All Might laughed, pointing at the ceiling. Most of the class laughed, and albeit Chisame found the joke incredibly lame she still found herself chuckling a bit. "Alright, let's get serious, it's great to be with you today! As you know, I'll be teaching Basic Action Training!"

He grabbed a piece of chalk and dramatically wrote on the chalkboard, the word BATTLE in English.

"Sorry if it sounds a bit hasty, but the first class with practical! A Heroes versus Villains mock scenario!"

Bakugo grinned like a deranged shark, his eyes shining.

Chisame groaned to herself. Here we go again. It was a nice class we had. For one week!

"And for that," All Might said, "you'll be wearing your uniforms for the first time!"

"You mean-!" Kirishima said.

"Indeed, Young Kirishima! The uniforms you will be wearing, based on the specifications you gave, and developed through the week by our Support Department, are ready! They are bringing them here as we speak!"

"HE KNOWS MY NAME!" Kirishima almost fainted.

At the mention of the Support Department, Negi perked up. A fleeting image of a smiling face topped by pink hair appeared in his mind, winking an eye at him.

Chisame, Chachamaru and Setsuna all looked quietly at him. For a moment he didn't understand why, until Chisame reached over to angrily dispell the thought balloon over his head with a hand. He blushed.

Mineta blinked at him. "Kid, she's cute. Who is she?" he asked Negi.

"Please don't do that in classes, young students!" All Might stern yet benevolently wagged a finger at them. "We are not teaching a class of Deadpools here!"


"Why do I have to be wearing this?!" Mineta protested, gesturing down at himself. "It's not what I wanted!"

Jiro looked at him. "What's so wrong about it?"

"What's so wrong!? I look like I'm wearing a diaper!" He pointed at his shorts. "And baking gloves!" He held his hands up.

"Aw, you look like a cute big baby!" Ochako cooed, patting his head.

He looked at her body, clad in tight pink and black spandex. He blushed and smiled goofily, but with that perverted glint in his eyes. "Really?"

Jiro frowned. "Uraraka, no. You're enabling him."

"He doesn't look like a big baby. He looks like a tiny baby! More than usual, that is!" Bakugo grinned ferally.

"Grrrr!" Mineta hissed at him, making Bakugo laugh. "If Uraraka-san likes it, who are you to argue?!" He pouted. "Although you got the kind of gloves I wanted. Why didn't I get cool looking gloves like yours?"

"Young Mineta, not to put any blame on you, but the Support Department had a difficult time working with the designs you gave them." All Might held up a piece of paper, showing a very badly doodled Mineta with 'awesome sex god' written over its grinning features. "They are a bit... vague."

"I'm a genius at other areas but not drawing!" Mineta said. "What about him!?" He pointed at Bakugo. "Let's see his drawing then!"

"If that's what you want," All Might held a sheet of paper where a perfectly drawn Bakugo, wearing the exact same costume he had donned now, was visible to all.

"Damn, Bakugo really drew that?" Mina asked.

Iida adjusted his glasses to look at it. "I didn't think a soul that crass would have any affinity for the finesse of arts!"

"Suck my foot, Accountant! I'm full of layers!" Bakugo barked.

Dammit, other than not being a cretin, is there something this guy can't do? Chisame wondered.

Mineta folded his arms and fumed. "The shorts were supposed to hold a lot of items for support... And the overall look was supposed to meet the majesty of my codename!"

"Which is?" Aoyama asked.

Mineta gave a thumbs up. "Grape Juice!"

"That name is even more stupid than your costume!" Chisame said.

Bakugo snorted. "How about you, Deku Girl? That getup of yours isn't any better!"

"Don't call me that, I'm not his sidekick!" Chisame said. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, looking at herself. She had designed that costume, all pink with a red breast area and a heart shaped design across a side of her chest, herself. The face was mostly covered by a mask that showed her chin and mouth in a heart shaped hole. The suit was one piece, with a pink belt and red boots and gloves at the end of her long pants and sleeves. "It's Mahou Shoujo meets Functional Modern Superheroine! You wouldn't understand, you look like you fell in a bunch of other costumes and crawled out with all of them on you!"

"It could have been worse, I guess..." Jiro said. "What about your codename? Did you already think of one?"

Chisame smiled. "As a matter of fact, I did!" she said smugly. "You may call me... Love Guardian!"

They all looked at her blankly, even All Might.

"What?" Chisame frowned.

"It's a name... a little bit too girly for someone with your personality, Chisame-chan," Mina said.

Chisame's head grew a pulsing set of veins. At least I don't look like I'm about to go sell my body at a street corner... she thought, looking up and down at Ashido.

"I like it!" Aoyama nodded his approval. "A tres chic name for an enthusiastic young lady!"

"Gee, thanks..." Chisame said reluctantly. "Yours would be..."

Aoyama posed in his shiny suit of armor, with red shades. "Can't Stop Twinkling!"

"That one makes Mineta's sound good!" Chisame said, and Jiro nodded.

"Oh, yes?" Aoyama frowned. "Well, Kyoka shouldn't criticize," he stared at her, "she looks like she's just going to a party! She has absolutely no sense of adventure about her!"

"It's functional and allows me to blend in with crowds in a case of need," Kyoka stood casually, with her hands in her pockets. "You just look like you lost your way to the Renaissance Fair."

Iida sighed. "Bakugo-san? Did you already choose a hero name of your own? How should we call you through the exercise?"

"Just Bakugo, Accountant. I haven't found a name good enough for me yet. You can't rush genius!"

Ochako snapped her fingers. "Powderkeg of Violence!"

"Are you mocking me!?"

"Captain Outburst," Chisame said.

"Why, you...!"

"Sweaty Explodo-Hands, kero!" Asui said in her green and white suit.

"I won't be taking that from someone calling herself 'Froppy'!"

"Turbine of Hatred," Iida said flatly, thus proving he was not that above all.

"You know, that one is not all that bad," Bakugo said.

"Mister Foamy Mouth Mc Rage," Chachamaru said softly.

"STOP MOCKING MY TEMPER! I HAVE A PERFECTLY NORMAL TEMPER!"

"The Edge!" Kaminari held his hands up victoriously.

"Ooohhh, I like that one," Jiro gave him a thumbs up.

Bakugo seethed, eyes flashing and gloves sizzling.

Mina laughed. "And you, Chachamaru-chan?"

Chachamaru lowered her head and put her hands on her lap. She wore a long skirted French maid uniform with a white apron, as if she was still serving Evangeline in her cabin in the woods. "I am called Metal Maid, if that is okay with all of you. The codename and my choice of dress are intended to represent my duties as a public servant."

"Ah, the lovely, classic meido look." Kaminari kissed his fingers. "Full of poise and charming without being vulgar!"

Mineta nodded. "The skirt could use some shortening though."

"That goes without saying," Kaminari said.

Iida and Kirishima glared at them. "Keep that up and you'll receive some shortening yourselves," the latter said, as he seemed to be somewhat big-brotherly protective of Chachamaru, while Iida was Iida when it came to Chachamaru.

All Might laughed. "Ah, the exhuberance of youth! Such good friends!"

It was then that Negi stepped out the dressers, adjusting his white top hat. "Sorry I took so long..." he said.

He was wearing all white, actually. A white suit with a white shirt underneath, and white shoes and a white domino mask. The only non white things on him were Hatsume's transparent mask and a black rose on his lapel.

"And then," Chisame said, "are you Bizarro Tuxedo Kamen, or-"

"My chosen name is..." Negi smiled with the innocent petulance of a child, "the Black Rose Baron!"

Bakugo, Chisame, Jiro, Kaminari and Kirishima pointed at him. "NO CAPES!"

After a moment, Mina also pointed, and shouted "NO CAPES!"

Negi blinked. "But-!"

"What if a villain grabs you by the cape and starts walloping you!" Chisame said.

"But All Might wears a cape..." Negi sheepishly pointed at the Pro Hero.

"All Might can get away with that because he's All Might, little dumbass!" Bakugo said. "Do you wanna get yourself killed!?"

Aoyama blinked. "Uh, Mineta and I wear capes and nobody said anything..."

"Nobody gives a crap if we're killed," Mineta said with indifferent clarity.

"That's not true! At least five of us would be sad if anything were to happen to you, Mineta-kun, Aoyama-kun!" Ochako said.

"Now, now," All Might intervened. "The cape is easily detachable in the event it is snagged or caught. Don't doubt the Support Department! Young Hatsume said she put special thought in the elaboration of Young Negi's costume!"

Negi's eyes shone. "She did...?"

Chisame frowned. "What's with you and that girl, anyway?"

"What do you mean, Chisame?" Negi said innocently.

Chisame folded her arms. "It's just that for some reason now you start spacing out when she's mentioned. You shouldn't be thinking of that kind of stuff yet, what would your father say?"

"That stuff? Which stuff?" the boy asked Chisame. "I have no idea what are you... Oh," he said, as he and most of the boys stared at Tokage as she walked out the female dressers, tossing her hair over her shoulders and adjusting her curves-hugging spandex.

"Ah, almost everyone are finished already, sorry, I got distracted in my thoughts," Setsuna said, then grinned and winked, hands on her wide hips. "So can we start now, or is there anyone else still unfinished?"

"Deku's still trembling in there," Bakugo pointed apathetically at the dressers, one of the few boys unaffected. "And now that I think about it, the Princess hasn't come out yet either?"

"But I am here," Ochako said.

"That's such a stupid reply I'm not going to bother with a comment," Bakugo said.

"Well, my dad always says I'm his princess, and-"

"STILL NOT GOING TO COMMENT, YOU WON'T BAIT ME, GRAVITY HEAD!"


Yaoyorozu Momo finally stepped out, eyes downcast and firmly squeezing one of her arms.

Literally everyone stared at her this time, although All Might immediately moved his eyes away and thought of baseball. Jiro discreetly pressed a hand on her nose.

"It... It isn't too scandalous, is it?" Yaoyorozu asked. "I need to expose a reasonable amount of skin so my Quirk can be used to its fullest."

Kirishima was the first to lose interest. "Pfffft, it's fine!" He waved a hand at her. "It's not like I can talk!"

Mineta gave a long sigh. "Don't be discouraged in the face of oppressive outdated normatives trying to stifle the free expression of your comformity with your physique..." he lectured stiffly, panting, while staring at her with eyes that refused to blink. They already were so reddened that he was starting to look like Aizawa.

Chisame looked down at him. "Good thing that diaper is so thick...!"

The doors of the male dressers were pushed open from the inside, and Chisame, Kirishima, Bakugo, Tsuyu, All Might, Chachamaru, Iida, Koda and Shoji all turned their eyes that way. The rest of them were still looking at Yaoyorozu in silence.

"Y-You are all starting to make me uncomfortable..."

Midoriya Izuku stepped out heroically, bathed by a suitably epic sunlight.

"You are a rabbit," Bakugo said. A side of his face twitched. "Why are you a fucking rabbit!?"

"Hey, don't discard the idea so fast," Kirishima said. "Mirko is badass! Midoriya only needs some work..." He looked at him again. "Okay, a lot of work..."

"He's a green rabbit, Mirko isn't a shitty green rabbit!" Bakugo said. "We'll be laughed at if we ever go out with this guy!"

Izuku blinked and felt the two tall appendages on the top of his mask. "Oh... Do they look like rabbit ears to you, Katchan? Now that you mention it..." He paused, pulling down on one of them to look closely at it. "No, they don't!"

"HAVE YOU GONE BRAINDEAD OR WHAT!?"

Chisame looked quietly at All Might. The man chuckled nervously and ran a hand down the two tall gold ahoge on top of head.

Chisame sighed. Hero worship has done so much damage to this society...

Ochako had finally stopped looking at Momo and blinked at Izuku. "W-Well, Midoriya-kun... How should I put this... The overall costume works? Maybe if you were to lose the headpiece..."

Tsuyu noded eagerly. "Excellent choice of colors, kero!" she said, clearly impressed.

Iida nodded. "That is a fair assesment."

Izuku blinked. "You think so?" He pulled his mask down. "Well, the mask was my favorite part, but-"

"If you want to keep it, please do so!" Ochako replied quickly. "It's your costume after all!"

"No," Chisame reached and stopped his hand as he was about to pull it back up. "It stays that way."

Ochako frowned. "But, Chisame-chan-"

Chisame pointed at Bakugo. "Look, this guy will never stop calling me Deku Girl, last thing I need is him calling me Pink Rabbit Girl now! Especially as I'm wearing no rabbit costume whatsoever!"

Those words snapped Negi back. He smiled fondly. "Oh, that makes me nostalgic! Remember that time, Chisame, when I took you to that party the class was having and you were wearing-"

"SHUT UPPPPP, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"

Bakugo snorted and looked aside. "Don't worry. I have other, more colorful names for you I'm pondering like right now...!"

All Might laughed and clapped powerfully. "Ah ha ha, that's been fun, but we don't have all day long, young heroes! Stay in line!"

They all quickly did so.

All Might jarred his fists on his hips. "Step with energy and follow me! I'll take you to the special course for this day! Are you ready, younglings? You'd better be! The real game starts now... PLUS ULTRA!"


Next: Konoka.