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Shirou walked into his little homestead with a lot of things on his mind. As mildly expected, once he had gotten all of the details out of Charming Clover he recognized her wishing for him to kill someone as an overreaction. Sure she and likely many of the sidekicks that Ingenium employed were feeling similar feelings having heard that their leader was crippled after having come into contact with the enemy but Shirou had given it little thought. To start with at least.

All it had been was that one of the heroes of this world had chased after a villain they were ill equipped to face. Shirou wasn't aware of all the details per say but if Ingenium had lost he could gain some layout of the villain. Ingenium had been a speed based hero which meant that if he had been bested then it was by somebody who was faster. To cripple though, also meant they were strong. Charming Clover had listed off numbers regarding how many people said villain had left hospitalized and how many heroes had ended up dead at his hand.

These were figures that Shirou cared little for.

Ingenium meanwhile had been someone in Shirou's life in this town, from having battled him atop the unit that he and Rin had shared to being requested to help his sidekicks upgrade their talents. Would he honor the request to kill someone? Probably not, he wasn't that kind of person. Would he try to save that person...well that is something only time would tell.

There was one other person he was planning on saving but in order to do so he would have to be away from the school for a while, which of course meant asking Rin for a favor. He'd give it a little while yet before telling her what he had planned, give her that little extra time to vent out any lingering frustrations she had. He knew that she would be coming over for dinner anyways so he simply had to wait for her to come to him.

Speaking of dinner, time had been creeping up and he needed to start planning what it was he was going to cook up tonight.

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Bakugo stared at the ceiling as he lay on his bed, his hands tucked beneath his head. Downstairs he could hear his mother fighting with the kitchen equipment but as loud as it was, it wasn't what was on his mind. If he had to guess, not only he but everybody else who had witnessed the vision that now clouded his thoughts were likely thinking very similar thoughts.

The real world hadn't just been shown to them today, it had been forced in their face. Shirou's strength wasn't something that should be idolized by any stretch of the imagination. The strength was a necessity, brought about by a life of violence. Had he not been as strong as he was, chances were that he wouldn't have been standing with them there today.

Raising a single hand into his line of sight, Bakugo clenched his hand into a fist. He wanted to become the number one hero, the most coveted spot there was in the world. He had been told from a young age that he was destined for greatness with the strength of his quirk. He had been the first person from his school to have been expected into U.A, outside of Deku which of course didn't count.

At a young age it had all been a fancible dream, an impossible goal which was always theoretically just out of reach. Now though he knew that it was only difficult to reach because of what one needed to go through to get there.

He had been saved once in his life, against the sludge scum that had attacked him months before he had started his education at U.A. Deku might have been stupid to jump in but All Might had come to his aid and helped him get away from that slime bastard. At the time, that had been the closest thing he had come to defeat.

How many battles had Shirou suffered through by that stage? How many times had he suffered cuts, welts, bruises, broken bones and so much more? Were they all defeats or were some marks of victory emblazoned onto his body? Did he have the opportunity to flee or was cowardice never an option to begin with?

Then there was the terrifying thought which he couldn't shake from his mind. Having been bested by Shirou in several different circumstances now, he knew just how tough the bastard was. Even the fact that he refused to seek medical assistance after having a hole blown through his stomach was a testament to that. So how strong were the people that had left permanent marks on Shirou's body?

If every mark had come from a different opponent, how many villains out there were capable of going against Shirou in such a way that he would be injured so? How easily could such a villain wipe the absolute floor against any of the other members of his class? They were meant to be the next batch of heroes who would protect the city and it's citizens from harm, but they wouldn't last more than a few seconds at best.

It was the first time he was coming to the realization that for every strong hero, there was likely just as strong a villain. It was a terrifying thought but one which made sense. Every hero that was idolized had a single moment in the career which made them the star that they were. Whether it was a stellar debut or combating a foe which had bested a number of other heroes, every hero had at least one moment to their name which made them known by the populace. It also meant that there was a chance that just as strong a villain was feared throughout the land whose name was only ever mentioned in hushed whispers.

While Bakugo had been pushing himself hard to prepare himself for the tournament, now that it was over didn't mean that he was going to stop pushing himself. As he was, there was no way that he was ready for what the real world had in store. There was only a limited amount of time before he would be thrust out for the world to see. He had to make sure that none of that time went to waste.

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Shirou sat in the dining room, watching the food he had presented go cold. It was well past the time that Rin should have arrived for dinner, even if she was still in a foul mood with him. If she was still fuming about what had happened earlier on, it was theoretically possible that she had tried to make her own dinner to spite him. Considering the last time she had tried to make herself something semi close to what he was able to whip up, the kitchen had looked like an absolute nightmare.

Allowing a sigh to escape his lips, Shirou stood up from the table and started to pack down the meal he had made, figuring out what he could save for later and what was destined for the bin. It was a bit of a waste but there wasn't much he could do for it. If Rin wanted to remain cooped up in her home then so be it. It wasn't his responsibility to look after her.

Placing the dirty dishes next to the sink, Shirou took a moment to look out the window to the darkness that was seeping over the city. Considering Rin wasn't going to be around to help him tonight it meant that he would have to get out of the compound himself. Hopefully Rin wasn't feeling spiteful enough to dob him in.

That was under the pretense that Rin was there in the first place.

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Rin watched as the world around her zipped past her, the train sending her far away from Musutafu on the way towards Yokohama City. She had packed relatively light and had gotten out by blending in with the crowd. Considering she had used some of her magecraft to alter her appearance enough to draw attention away from her, she knew that nobody would be sending a second glance her way.

Was it childish to have left without a word? Some would honestly think so but then again, she didn't care about the opinions of the populace. She simply needed some time to herself, time far away from Shirou, the loveable idiot that he was.

Was what he did the right thing to do? Honestly, as much as the actual action and the eventual aftermath made her grind her teeth together, she didn't know. If studying at the Clock Tower had taught her anything was that no matter the path one travelled, one had to see it through until the end. Shirou had simply decided to go about getting to the end via a scenic route.

Rubbing at the bridge of her nose, Rin adjusted herself on the seat she was on. Like how Shirou had opted to change the path that he was one, she had opted to do the same. Shirou had found his place in the world, a little too easily for her liking but considering the world that they were in that was always going to happen. She however needed to find something in this world to push her forward, a goal to drive towards.

A scream from down the carriage caught her attention as two men wearing ski masks and brandishing pistols in the air demanded that everybody hand over their possessions. With Rin in the carriage however, not a single person lost a single belonging as both men collapsed to the floor with their consciousness temporarily gone. As the other patrons pondered what had just happened, Rin returned her viewpoint outside, watching as the flickering lights sped past.

Nobody needed to know that it was her who had rendered the men unconscious. She did her best work from the shadows after all.

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Ryuko sat in the bar, the drink in her hand barely touched. With her spare hand she gingerly touched the spot she had been struck, the wound still stinging from where Shirou had hit her. Allowing a sigh to escape her lips, Ryuko had to admit that she had witnessed today strength, skill and pure grit in a teenager that wasn't present in most professional heroes.

And it scared her.

Shirou was still young but despite his young age he had clearly been through so much. Far too much. Despite the sufferings he had been through, she was aware that there were no known medical reports for Shirou which led her to believe that either he found assistance in unsavoury places regarding his health and wellbeing, or he dealt with it all on his own. Somehow she felt as if the second option was far more likely than the first.

Taking a sip from her drink, she could hear the chair next to her scrape across the floor as someone took a seat beside her. "You think you had it rough today," said Midnight as she joined Ryuko, noticing the slump she was in. "I got caught up in way too many of those fights. Those students need to learn how to keep others out of their battles."

"I know, I watched," said Ryuko, struggling to lift her eyes off of the table to look at the person opposite her. "These kids today..."

"I know what you mean," said Midnight, signalling for a nearby waiter to bring them a drink. "Give it another decade or so and we'll be in retirement."

"Provided he becomes a hero..."

Ryuko's words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable silence between the two of them. Midnight knew where Ryuko was coming from. There was only one student who she could be talking about. Even being his teacher for Modern Art History, Midnight had been requested by the faculty to keep close attention to Shirou. In her class he barely paid any attention and from discussing with her fellow teachers, he seemed content to do enough to get by.

If he hadn't been strongarmed into joining the academy, it was scary to question just where he would be right now. That then brought about one other point which many of the faculty tried their best to ignore. He wasn't at the school by his own choice.

"You don't think..."

"Why wouldn't he?" said Ryuko, her hand clasping into a fist as she finally looked up at Midnight. "He is basically being kept there against his will. He and his friend would have preferred to be anywhere else than U.A and if they hadn't originally been discovered, they'd likely still be living a normal life somewhere."

"You've done your research," said Midnight as her drink was placed on the table.

"With that in mind, what's going to happen when he graduates? Is he actually going to become a hero when he had no interest in it in the first place? Do you guys have any sort of plan in place if he decides to go rogue?"

"Don't you even think along those lines..."

"Or what?" said Ryuko, slamming her fist on the table hard enough to silence the rest of the venue. "Face it, if he wanted to be anywhere else, he would have already left. He was able to fight off heroes in the street as if it was a walk in the park, do you really think that he would care if he left and was branded as a villain? He wouldn't even do anything! Judging by what I have seen, he would try and find work in a place where they have his wanted poster on the wall and he wouldn't care!"

Several seconds passed before Ryuko realized that there were no other sounds coming from those surrounding her. Using this opportunity to finish her beverage, she placed the empty glass down on the table before standing up and looking down at the professional hero sitting opposite her. "He is dangerous, I've felt it first hand," she said as her fingers reached up to touch at her injury. "If you guys aren't careful then I pray that there is someone out there who can stop him."

Midnight could do nothing as Ryuko walked away and she knew that while she hated to admit it, she had a point. The fact that the words were being said by one of the top ten heroes in the country made her message all the more devastating. Having had to stand at ringside while Shirou was wiping the floor against all those who stood against him she had seen first hand what he was capable of and even then there was a high chance he hadn't been going all out. With the power he wielded at his disposal, if he was tempted to turn to villainy he had the strength possible to decimate all but a few heroes she could think of. The kid could craft deadly weapons and send them off at a blistering pace with nothing but a thought.

Ryuko was right; Shirou's quirk was a dangerous one. Considering how well trained he was in utilizing it as well added to the frightening thoughts. Then there was the other part of his quirk, the part that they had had no knowledge of until the day and a part which had been heavily discussed behind closed doors after the tournament had finished.

With a quirk that could craft weapons into existence with a thought with no apparent consequences, what kind of weapon was he summoning that had made an entire stadium stand on edge? Not only their stadium, those in the other arenas had been thrown off their game as they too had been subjected to whatever power Shirou had been emitting.

Ryoku had definitely made some good points and bringing up some of those comments to the principal wouldn't be a terrible idea. Crafting any sort of contingency plan would likely be discussed as well as a consequence for speaking with the head of the academy. In those theoretical discussions the idea that her quirk could be utilized first and foremost in order to render Shirou unconscious would likely be brought up.

If he wasn't asleep instantly, his retribution would likely be swift, painful and full of vengeance. If this theoretical path was the one they went down, however unlikely it may be, she knew that her own life was in jeopardy.

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Tensei awoke to the sounds of the machines surrounding him, monitoring his condition. His eyes could barely crack open the slightest of margins but he could tell from the darkness surrounding him that it was the middle of the night.

Which only made the fact that he could barely make out a shadow of a person standing at the foot of his bed all the more terrifying.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to put you out of your misery," they said, noticing his awakened state. In their hand they held a clipboard, analyzing the data written on there despite how difficult it was to see at that moment in time.

"W...Who..."

"Save your strength," they said, silencing Tensei before he worked himself up. "I can imagine when you heard that you'd never have use of your legs again it broke you more than the actual damage to your body. A hero who was able to rush to the aid of others, unable to walk again."

Tensei swallowed at a lump that had formed in his throat, knowing that the person sitting in front of him was speaking the truth. Hearing the extent of the damage that had been done, he had temporarily wished that Stain had had the decency to finish him off.

"You know Ingenium," said the stranger as he put down the clipboard and started moving towards the side of the bed. "I received a call from one of your sidekicks asking me to hunt down and kill the person who did this to you. Don't worry, I've scolded them for their words and I figured they were just running off the adrenaline."

"What...are you..."

"That I guess is the big question isn't it," they said as they stopped so they looked directly down at Tensei's prone body. "Tell me, Ingenium, what would you give to be able to walk again?"

Tensei's eyes widened at the words. Did the person in front of him have some sort of medicinal quirk that could heal such devastating wounds? "Anything," he said, hope riddled in his voice.

"Never say anything," they retorted, seemingly unhappy with the answer. "If I was a vindictive person, I could tell you that the cost of being able to walk again would be to kill your younger brother when next he visited. Now, try again. What would you give to be able to walk again?"

Tensei found his mind going into high alert. Not only did this person quite literally have every possible advantage over him but he knew of his brother. Someone had clearly done their research. "I...I would give...my life to my job...to still...be a hero...to help all...that I can."

Several seconds ticked by as the person standing above him contemplated the answer that he had been given. "Well said," they stated as they lifted their hand up only for something to materialize in their palm. "When I'm done, not only will you be able to walk again, but you will be able to run. You will be able to be a hero once more."

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