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"When Rin told me that she would be sending someone to pick this up, you were not exactly the person I had in mind," said Shirou as he looked at the person he had been instructed to meet.

"Trust me, this isn't what I normally look like," said Stain in disgust. "That witch has made it so that I look more 'average' in order to not draw attention."

Shirou merely shrugged his shoulders having figured that something like that was the case. Rin wasn't the kind of person who would make the average looking person their attendant. While it did make him mildly curious as to what the man in front of him truly looked like, he wasn't curious enough to mess with the magic that Rin had cast. "I take it that she wanted this in exchange for my request, she's found someone to test it on."

"Wasn't that hard," said Stain with a wry smile. "Walking down some of those alleyways in the middle of the night is begging for trouble."

"I'm sure you know that she can handle herself." Stain didn't give him an answer. Shirou merely offered up the box that he was carrying. "Be sure this gets to her. I'll be able to sustain it for a while but it will vanish at some stage."

Stain's eyes sharpened slightly, having felt that the person in front of him had just offered up some valuable information regarding his quirk. "So what's this special item she sent me all the way out here to collect?"

"Have a look for yourself."

Stain held his place for a few seconds before opening the box that he had in his hands to reveal a dagger. Not just any dagger however and considering the fact that it looked as if it was designed for some sort of ritualistic experiment Stain could tell that there was something special about it. "I take it I'm going to be hearing some screaming when I return," he said as he closed the lid, hiding the ornate dagger from view once more.

"When she's done with her experiment she'll probably send them on their way with their memories altered," said Shirou knowing what was likely to happen.

"What makes this dagger so special?"

"Well, knowing Rin like I do, she's probably trying to do something unthinkable," said Shirou as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Given what she is capable of, along with the power of this dagger, I'd hazard a guess that she's going to try and destroy or remove and store the person's quirk."

Stain's eyes went wide at that and his grip on the box tightened ever so slightly. If whatever the witch was trying was possible, it would be the most sought after thing amongst criminal organizations. And the boy in front of him made this? The way he spoke about it as well, ripping away a part of somebody that had been there since they were a small child was no joking matter and he talked about it so casually.

"Tell me," said Stain slowly, his eyes locked on Shirou's. "When you asked the witch to attack the false hero, why only humiliate her? Why not kill them?"

"The world mourns those in the limelight who have passed, either through natural means or as the result of outside forces. They would be remembered for their triumphs and those who speak negatively of them are rarely heard. Now she has a choice, to either retreat from the public eye and be remembered as a hero who fled when it got too tough for them. Alternately, she bounces back and becomes more than she was before," explained Shirou.

"To live in disgrace or force themselves to become more," summarized Stain. While they weren't quite the ideals he lived by, he could understand where the man in front of him was coming from. He felt it only right that he shine his own beliefs on the matter. "I believe that purging this world of all those unworthy is more effective. Doing so urges true heroes to respond and better themselves, knowing that a looming threat exists capable of wiping them out one by one. The unworthy will never be true heroes."

"When given the chance, anybody is capable of being a true hero," said Shirou, his mind fluttering to a golden haired Servant from long ago. "It's whether or not they are prepared for the responsibilities and burdens that come when they take hold of that chance."

"You're an interesting fellow," said Stain with a menacing smile plastered across his face. "I'll be sure to tell the witch that you are in good health."

Shirou said nothing in response as Stain stepped away from him, watching him carefully for a few steps before turning his back to him. Shirou didn't blame him for being suspicious of any sort of treachery, being in the constant company of Rin would make those unaccustomed to her habits on edge. The fact that Stain now believed he had a quirk that could create weapons that could erase quirks probably played a factor into why he was cautious when backing away from him.

Taking a moment to himself, Shirou turned about and walked towards the other side of the alleyway, his cape billowing behind him with every step. Since he was out for the night, he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't do a little bit of side work before returning to campus.

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"Oh my gosh, I saw you on the news, you were so cool!" exclaimed Ururaka excitedly as she stared at Midoriya with wide eyes.

"It...it...it was nothing," responded Midoriya as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the girl in front of him, his cheeks almost glowing red.

"It was not nothing," declared Iida as he adjusted his glasses. "You did admirably on the field for all to see your heroic nature!"

"B...But if the pros hadn't come when they had..." said Midoriya, hesitant to finish that train of thought. He and Todoroki had been able to restrain the Nomu, Midoriya mildly fracturing his arm in the process before Todoroki buried it under a mountain of ice. They had thought the battle had been won but cracks appearing in the ice spoke much differently. It was at that time however, as they were coming up with a number of plans on how to defeat the beast once and for all, that reinforcements arrived.

That night, Midoriya could only think of how much stronger he needed to become in order to be able to safely control more of One for All. He had no doubt that Todoroki had spent the night contemplating how much stronger he wished to become as well.

Seeing that Midoriya was uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, Ururaka turned her head about before locking on to Momo who was sitting nearby in silence. Recent developments swiftly returned to her and she couldn't help the exasperated look that crossed her face. "Yaoyorozu, you were interning under Uwabami right? Were you hurt?" she asked.

"Hurt?" repeated Yaoyorozu, uncertainty ringing through her voice. "What do you mean?"

"Uwabami was attacked, in broad daylight no less. How did you not know about that?" asked Ashido from nearby, having heard in on the conversation.

Yaoyorozu was momentarily flustered that she hadn't heard the news about her former mentor. "I didn't see the end of my internship," she said ashamed, turning her head to the side. She didn't want to make mention that she hadn't really lasted more than a few hours with the hero who seemed more focused on her looks than her heroic activities.

"Really?" said Midoriya, glad that the topic of conversation had been shifted from him. "Did they catch the person responsible?"

"No," said Ashido with a shake of the head. "All that was really shown was that she seemed fine, posing for photos and signing autographs before BAM! Struck from behind. Next thing is she's on the ground on her hands and knees vomiting all over the place!"

"That's horrible," said Yaoyorozu, understanding why she had been attacked in such a way. It was a clear message that someone didn't approve of Uwabami's 'hero' work and to damage her public image in such a way was far more effective than dealing her any kind of physical injury. She may have only spent a limited amount of time with the professional hero and it wasn't like she would get any kind of revenge on her or anything but that would be the way she would go about it if she were going to attempt something.

Yaoyorozu shook her head lightly from side to side to clear such thoughts from her mind. Shirou's theoretical lessons about targeting enemies weaknesses shouldn't be utilized in such a manner. Heroes attacking other heroes, the thought was almost criminal.

Thankfully she was reprieved of any further questions as Aizawa stepped into the room, silencing the students instantly no matter how exciting the conversation was and making those still standing rush into their seats. As he started, Yaoyorozu's thoughts lingered on Uwabami and this mysterious attacker. Even if she wasn't the stereotypical hero, she was still a very popular figure in the public eye and attacking her undoubtedly would have caused a great number of ripples in the community.

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"Alright, let's see if the internship has improved your skill," said Shirou as Midoriya stood opposite him, the rest of the class standing on the sidelines. It had been of little surprise that after the lessons of the day, Shirou had made his way to the gymnasium, followed swiftly by the rest of the class. For many of them, it was odd to see Yaoyorozu lead the pack, almost diligently walking just behind Shirou and not be part of the rest of the pack.

It had been something that came as a bit of a shock to those in the class but they hadn't said anything as of yet. Instead they had watched Midoriya step forward to be the first to combat Shirou and after having watched him perform All Might's class this afternoon many were keen to see just what he was capable of.

Then there was Bakugo.

"Kill him dead!"

It was hard to tell who he aimed that at.

His voice however did push Midoriya to jump into action, his body glowing as his quirk circulated through his body. It took a small moment for him to push forward at an incredible speed. Midoriya had known that this moment was to come and had planned for it accordingly. It was common knowledge that many of his fights that had been witnessed thus far had often started with him throwing a right punch. He merely hoped that Shirou paid as much attention as he assumed he did.

Pulling his arm back, Midoriya watched as Shirou reacted, having already adjusted to the difference in speed that he was now capable of. Midoriya however had deliberately telegraphed the attack, twisting his body in a circular motion and bringing his leg up in a spinning heel kick. The blow connected with Shirou's guard, something which Midoriya had anticipated. It wasn't too difficult to adjust one's guard from blocking front on to side on, especially when that person was Shirou who just seemed naturally fantastic at fighting.

His assault however wasn't finished.

While his speed may have not taken Shirou off guard, the increase in power seemingly had as Shirou was pushed back the slightest of margins. As soon as his foot had touched the ground once more, Midoriya sprung forth and aimed his next attack straight at Shirou's stomach.

It never landed.

Midoriya groaned in pain as his body was pressed to the ground, his arm bent awkwardly behind him as Shirou held him in a painful hold. "Alright, that's enough," said Shirou as he released his grip and got off of Midoriya.

With the weight now off him, Midoriya allowed his quirk to dissipate and his body to return to normal. Pushing himself to his hands and knees, Midoriya was grateful to see Shirou's hand extended in front of him. Taking the hand, Shirou helped pull Midoriya up to his feet. "You've gotten better," complimented Shirou.

Midoriya sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck before making his way back towards where the rest of his peers were standing. There was a small round of applause from the other students, Kirishima even giving him a solid thumbs up. "Way to go man!" he said with a broad smile spread across his face.

"Now, who can tell me some of the mistakes Midoriya made?" asked Shirou as he stood in front of the students.

"He took his eyes off of you," said Yaoyorozu, answering almost immediately.

"Yes, taking your eyes off of your opponent can have devastating consequences," said Shirou. "It doesn't matter how flashy a move is, if it is not guaranteed to deal significant damage to your enemy then there is no point in taking unnecessary risks. Anything else?"

"He got confident," said Todoroki, the normally silent student speaking up as he stepped forward, taking the initiative to be the next student to fight Shirou. "The second attack he made was done so under the pretense his first had set you off balance and had given him the advantage."

"Well spotted," said Shirou as he walked towards his starting position. "Never assume that you have the advantage in a fight. More often than not sudden bursts of strength can come forth when somebody is backed into a corner. While the situation isn't quite the same, just remember that if your opponent is not unconscious then they still have the ability to defeat you. Now Todoroki, are you ready to show me if you've improved."

"Yes," said Todoroki in response before he acted, a torrent of flames bursting forth towards Shirou. After having had to put up with his father tutoring him, he needed to vent out some lingering frustrations.

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"Well that's twenty students sorted into exams," said Midnight as she held several bits of paper in her hands. "Unfortunately we're still stuck with what it is we actually want to test him for."

The other members of the faculty in attendance could understand her frustration. Shirou Emiya wasn't like any other student on campus and it was difficult to find something to actually test him on. Many of the other students in his class had been grouped together to work on their combined weaknesses. Communication, intuition, trust, these were some of the things that were traditionally worked on throughout the exams.

Were Shirou to be paired with anyone in a battle against a member of staff, he would likely carry the majority of the fight on his back. Or, considering his training style, throw his partner head first into an unfavourable battle and only step in when the situation was dire. All that would do was to discourage whoever it was that he was partnered with.

Eventually it was All Might who cleared his throat, drawing attention to him. "I guess the only thing we can do is test his strength," he declared boldly. "I will perform twice and instead of him having to make it to an exit, all he has to do is last five minutes in a battle against me."

"Five minutes?" repeated Cementoss.

"Do you mean..." started Ectoplasm, not liking the train of thought he was on.

"Aizawa," said All Might as he turned to look at the home room teacher for 1-A. "Do you believe he can survive if I were to go all out?"

Aizawa raised his arm up to scratch at the top of his head, contemplating the idea that was being brought forward. "Even when he was demonstrating his powers, we all got the feeling that he was only scraping what he was truly capable of. All Might, I approve of the fact that you are willing to go all out against him. Knocking him down a peg or two could do well for his future mind set."

"I sense a 'but' coming," said Vlad King.

"But, if you hold back for any reason, it is very possible that you yourself may end up facing defeat."

The words hung in the air for a painfully long time. The idea that All Might, the number one hero in the country, was capable of being defeated in battle was a ludicrous idea that shouldn't even be remotely considered. The idea that a student could even hold their own against All Might was in and of itself a terrifying idea.

Yet it was an idea that every member in the faculty knew was terrifyingly very, very possible.

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