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Aizawa stared at the group of teenagers in front of them, many sporting glum looks most likely from the previous day's activities. He didn't blame them. The students in his class had made it past some of the most gruelling challenges in order to simply attend the academy. Having told All Might to alter what he had planned for a larger long term purpose was potentially overstepping his bounds but he didn't care about any potential fallout. These kids were his responsibility after all, and he would prepare them for the worst that the world could throw at them.

That also included the media that had been waiting to ambush them out the front of the school. The weight that was on their minds from the previous day and potentially haunted them that night didn't exactly make them the most reciprocal for what the journalists wanted from them. Effectively information about the number one Hero being a teacher.

It did serve as something of a diversion but other than that they weren't prepared for what was out there. All it took was to get on the wrong side of one of the media outlets and then the slander could begin. A single mistake could be taken out of proportion and a career that had taken years to build up could be torn down in mere hours. Children weren't meant to deal with such things.

"Now, I need you all to focus," he said calmly. "Each of you went through something difficult yesterday and that was the point. You are in an elite school, remember that. There will be ups and downs and sometimes it will be difficult to pick yourselves off of the ground. Not every mission you go on will end the way that you want it and if you are mentally unprepared for something of that nature to happen it can leave you in a vulnerable state."

"I watched and analyzed your battles and if you wish to discuss my findings come find me in your spare time. I'm not going to tell you what you did right and what a lot of you did wrong in front of the rest of the class. I'm sure you went over it all when you went home and rested afterwards. You all will have come up with differing thoughts on just what happened but I can tell by the looks on your faces that you all came to roughly the same result."

"Suck it up and move on."

Aizawa's words stung at those in attendance but he truly did mean them. He did not know a single hero out there who hadn't suffered at some stage in their career but when they were in their darkest they had two options before them. To either better themselves, or retire.

Very few retired.

"Now, onto business..."

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"And then he just shifted the conversation to classroom leadership as if it was nothing," chuckled Shirou as he sat atop the roof, a lunchbox in his hand.

"Well I can see his tactic, dump all of the depressing stuff on them first and foremost before trying to lighten the mood. So how did they work out who their class leader would be?" asked Rin as she laid down on the rooftop, her own lunchbox empty by her side as she stared at the clouds with her hands behind her head.

"Basically everyone wanted the position for themselves to start with before it got put to a vote," sais Shirou in between bites.

"How many voted for you in the end? I take it those four that you helped through the exercise yesterday voted for you?" stated Rin.

"I refused to partake," said Shirou as he put his now empty container to the side. "Chances are that while those four may have voted for me, it was clear that there is animosity between me and roughly half the class at this point."

"True, no point in leading them when they don't want you to," stated Rin as she pushed herself into a seated position. "Though I know that you would have made them fall into line one way or another."

"You think I would have become a dictator?"

"Please, a warlord is more befitting a title for you wouldn't you say?"

"Emiya Shirou the Warlord, I wonder how that would go down in this world," chuckled Shirou conjuring ideas of endless wave after wave of people trying to take him down in the name of justice.

"I can tell you exactly how it would go," said Rin in an almost sultry voice. Sadly though that was where the train of thought screeched to an almighty halt as sirens started to sound, causing Shirou and Rin to snap into action.

'Security Level 3 Has Been Breached, All Students Please Promptly Evacuate.'

"I hope our houses haven't been ransacked," stated Shirou.

"Really, the entire academy has been breached and you're worried about our accommodations," said Rin as she watched Shirou move to the edge of the rooftop and look down. "What do you see?"

"We've got nothing to worry about, it's just the press," declared Shirou, becoming visibly more relaxed.

"Really, the press got in through the giant barricade that you're worried might have a camera ready to catch your movements in the middle of the night," said Rin as she lowered her arm, the magical energy she had been charging dissipating.

"Well they weren't exactly subtle about the way they got in," declared Shirou. "It looks as if the gate has basically crumbled into nothing."

"Considering this world, I'm really not surprised by that," said Rin as she flicked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "With such a destructive power, they knew they could get through the barricade and if they know they're getting paid handsomely for the scoop they'll do whatever it takes to get it."

"I guess so," said Shirou with a sigh. Rin couldn't tell whether or not the man in front of her was disappointed by the fact there was no threat or not. Chances were that he was just restless.

The confrontations the previous day had probably spurred him on a fair bit, with battle after battle. Unfortunately they were not the same kind of fights that he had spent decades going through. If anything he had played the endeavours out like some sort of chess game, strategically putting his pieces where he needed them in order to achieve victory.

While others might have seen the fights he had been in as something extraordinary to witness, Rin knew that he was restless. They had likely only tickled at the battle prowess that he had wanted to exert but knew to hold back quite significantly when dealing with children. The fact that he had dealt with the ice crafting teenager in the way that he had showed one very specific thing. Were he to combat him, he would have to do so seriously and in doing so, he couldn't have guaranteed Todoroki's safety.

He needed action.

Despite the fact that the perimeter would likely be heavily guarded tonight considering the large hole that was once the entrance, Shirou would go out tonight. That touch of confrontation only fueled his need for conflict. Whether he would spend the night capturing villains as if he were a vigilante or whether he would test the might of the heroes who patrolled the streets, she didn't know nor did she care.

Shirou would return to her the following morning and would not say a thing of the injuries he would potentially sustain, or whether the blood that might be on his clothes were his or anothers. Shirou had devoted so much of his life to battle in order to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. He was not the Archer she remembered from so long ago. Whether or not the person he had become was any better or worse, she did not know nor did she care.

All she knew was that when he returned, she would be there waiting to help him if he so needed.

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The flashing blue and red illuminating the night sky was always a dead give away that trouble was at hand, though from what Ryuko could see it looked as if the police were finalizing the issue. From her viewpoint three stories above, she counted four standard police vehicles and one heavily armoured van. Whatever they were finishing up with, it had been something big.

There was something else that bugged her about it all however and that was the fact that she couldn't spot any professional heroes in the vicinity. It was more than possible that had a professional hero helped in this escapade that they had been called off for another situation but she felt that that wasn't the case.

She was momentarily glad that she wasn't patrolling with her intern. Nejire had the unfortunate tendency to be straightforwardly blunt at the best of times.

It didn't take Ryuko long to make it to where the police were stationed, one of the detectives noticing her arrival. "Evening," he said politely with a tip of his hat.

"What's the situation here?" she asked as she watched a blue coloured man get pushed into the back of the armoured van.

"Drug bust," he said pointing to the inside of the shop. "A laundromat on the surface but behind the scenes is something else."

"I can imagine," said Ryuko. "Who took them out?"

"We don't know, we only came when bystanders heard the sound of gunshots and called us," said the cop.

Ryuko bit at the inside of her lip as she considered this information. There were only two real options she could think that it could have been and unfortunately since there had been no cooperation with the police beforehand, that left only one real option. "Vigilantes?"

"Vigilante, singular, these guys seemed to be unashamed in telling us that little tidbit of information."

"I see."

"He even stated that he gave away his name, or his alias I guess you would call it. Does the name Archer mean anything to you?"

"Archer," repeated Ryuko wondering if she had heard that term somewhere before. Perhaps she would reach out to some of her contacts and see if they had any idea. "I will see what I can find out."

"That would be much appreciated," said the policeman earnestly. "The only other real intel we got on him was that despite calling himself an Archer, he defeated them all with only a pair of swords."

"Swords, you mean similar to that kid who took on all those heroes a little while back?"

"We thought so as well but we sent word to U.A. we were informed that with the extra patrols on duty there was little to no chance that their renegade student had gotten out for the night. We asked them to check just in case and the principal informed us that Hound Dog went to check just to be sure but returned with intel letting us know the suspect was accounted for. Hence we have reason to believe it's somebody with a similar quirk, or perhaps even a copycat of some sorts trying to make a name for themselves by utilising someone else's infamy as it were."

"Perhaps, did they give a description of the individual?" asked Ryuko. As the officer jotted down the notes that he and his team had managed to grasp thus far, the number nine hero in the country had a troubling feeling that something here was just out of touch just a little too much for her liking. U.A was miles from where she was currently standing and with the thought of the security the academy had at its disposal, nobody would sanely try to get in or out without some fear of being caught.

Yet a teenager who was more than willing to go toe to toe and successfully hospitalized a number of professional heroes with a smile on their face wasn't someone you'd initially call sane. While she had no real jurisdiction in the academy and how they did things, she would ask Nejire to keep an eye out for her.

Best case scenario, she was being over paranoid and nothing would come of this.

Worst case though... well she'd get to that point if it arrived.

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Shirou sat at the back of the bus, his eyes closed as he paid little attention to the conversations flowing around him. They were on their way to a separate facility where they would be doing some 'Rescue' training which had gotten many of the students pumped.

Next to him sat the Vice President who had managed to garner quite a number of votes having managed to fight alongside him the day before. Jiro had originally taken the top spot as President of the class but after Iida's performance gathering the attention of the students during the crisis regarding the media (Shirou had been unaware that there had been a crisis) the brother of Ingenium had taken the top position.

If Jiro had wanted to use this opportunity to try to get to know Shirou a little better, she had struggled from the get go. She had offered to share her music with Shirou who had brushed her off, opting to rest in silence. Hence she now found herself flicking through a multitude of tracks in some sort of curiosity, wondering what kind of genre the person beside her would appreciate.

"If we're talking about the double whammy of flashy and strong, then you have to consider both Todoroki and Bakugo."

Shirou tuned in mildly, quickly figuring out that they were talking about their quirks and how the populace would see them.

"I think we're also forgetting about the elephant in the room, or bus as it were."

Shirou allowed a sigh to escape his lips before opening his eyes to find a number of people staring at him. "I mean, you can't deny it after yesterday Shirou," said Kaminari, a cheeky smile off his face. "The way that you managed to exploit our weaknesses and use your teammates to the best of their ability, that's something only the pros can do."

"Indeed," said Tokoyami, his arms crossed over his chest. "While your quirk might revolve around weapon creation, it is clear that you trained extensively in various forms of combat."

"What do you reckon Shirou, could your sharpest sword penetrate my armour?" questioned Kirishima, his arm hardening as he laid out the verbal challenge.

Shirou sighed once more as he leant forward, knowing full well that the entirety of the bus would be listening in to what he was about to say. "For me to answer that, there is something you need to know about my...quirk," said Shirou, still feeling how odd it was to describe his ability as something similar to the oddities the rest of the planet could accomplish. To further prove the point he was about to make, he focused for several seconds before a beautiful katana appeared in his hands. "This katana is one of Masamune's creations, one currently held in the National Museum. Every single weapon I can craft, is one that I have seen before. As soon as I lay my eyes on a weapon, I can recreate it down to the smallest of details. Though this will not work on firearms, something about the inner mechanisms I'm unable to replicate."

To further iterate his point, Shirou unsheathed the blade and held it upwards, the light coming through the windows gleaming off the polished steel. "Now tell me Kirishima, would you still wager your challenge against a katana crafted by one of Japan's greatest swordsmiths?"

All heads shifted as one to where the teenager in question was sitting. His look of confidence from before was still apparent on his face though cracks had begun to show. "Geez, you're putting me on the back foot here mate," he said sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his head. "I mean I thought you just created stock standard weapons like some sort of factory, knowing that you can only recreate those you've seen before, and clearly you've seen some of the best, makes me feel underprepared."

"So," started Tsuyu, interjecting her own thoughts on the conversation currently unfolding. "If what you are saying is true, you can't create an original weapon?"

"Which then begs the larger question," said Midoriya as he focused on Shirou. "How many weapons have you seen?"

"More than you can imagine."

It was a simple statement, yet a highly effective one. Every person on that bus had crafter their own idea of Shirou's backstory after having witnessed his clash with the heroes on social media. Thus they all used their theories to craft an idea of just how many melee weapons Shirou had been subjected to over the years, with the now included knowledge that all he had to do was visit a museum and their greatest treasures became tools for him to utilise.

The numbers that came from there ideas however painted a terrifying portrait. The class went silent at that information and the rest of the bus ride carried on with a sense of unease resting over it.

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"This lesson will serve as a fresh start!" declared Thirteen, the professional hero capable of crafting Black Holes. He had already gone over how his quirk, while perfectly capable of helping someone in a time of need, could also be something that went terribly wrong if used incorrectly. Shirou was appreciating the fact that the person before them had informed those in front of him that the quirks they had at their disposal could both be used to help in any given situation, but everything had the potential to turn south instantly. Overconfidence usually had the unfortunate side effect of getting thrown into a situation one was ill prepared for.

"Let's get to studying about how to wield our quirks for the sake of human life! Your quirks emphatically do not exist to hurt others! Please leave this exercise having fully understood that your quirks exist to help other people! You have my gratitude for listening so intently and patiently!" concluded Thirteen, complete with a bow towards the students in front of him.

A round of applause was sent out but Shirou sent no such attention. He had greatly enjoyed the speech that had been given. It was just unfortunate that at the end of it he had noticed something changing, shifting ever so slightly. He wasn't the only one. As Shirou looked towards the nearby water fountain, Aizawa also moved his gaze towards the area.

It only took a couple of seconds, but that was enough as people with harmful intentions stepped out of a warp area that was all too familiar to Shirou. For Aizawa, his full concentration went onto the protection of the students, barking instructions without a moment having been spared. Shirou meanwhile braced himself for the coming conflict, immediately coming to the understanding that he may have played his hand far too soon for his liking.

"I wonder if All Might will show up if we kill the kids?"

Those few words send shivers down the spines of all the students in attendance, though it wasn't the spokee that Shirou focused on, his gaze looking on to the man with the power capable of bringing all these people here. For how could he confidently swing with a blade when there was an opponent who could alter where his strike would land?

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