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When Aizawa had given the news to his students that the location for the training camp would be hidden until the last minute, he had expected some sort of argument or moaning. Oddly, he had gotten none of that. No. Had these students been the same he had gotten at the start of the year then it would have been odd. Now however, they had grown in maturity and understood that this was for their own safety.

There was no need to whinge.

Unfortunately he knew that this sudden increase in maturity likely wasn't a result of his teaching, or at least his teaching alone. The real reason had to be their peer in Shirou Emiya. The student who had been strongarmed into joining the academy likely wouldn't even had considered enrolling had he not been forced. Despite that, the impact his mere presence created had definitely altered those around. For better or for worse was yet to be determined.

It was perhaps for this reason, that when he saw Midoriya, who had been understandably quiet given the difficult situation that he had gone through, approach Shirou and ask if he had a minute to talk in private. Given the atmosphere in the room at the time, his request might as well have been shouted out for the entire school to see.

Shirou, thankfully, nodded his head in acceptance and looked to Aizawa as if to say that even if he disapproved, there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. It wasn't as if he would say no, more likely he would have applauded the idea but only if it was to someone older and who had some stories to which Midoriya could relate to.

Unfortunately, whatever stories he or many of the staff members could likely provide would pale in comparison to what Shirou had to offer. The boy, even for having something outside of a quirk circulating through his body, didn't become the person he was today without copious amounts of experience to mould him into who he was.

He just hoped he had the right words to give to Midoriya.

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"So what makes you think that I've been in a hostage situation?" Shirou asked Midoriya as he leant against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as rays of sunlight danced through the leaves of a nearby tree. Having understood what it was that Midoriya was likely going to ask him, Shirou hadn't so much suggested as forced the idea forward that the two of them would talk outside. Midoriya had taken it that Shirou had had the idea because with nature surrounding them it was a more comfortable atmosphere to talk about such a difficult topic.

Shirou simply didn't want any prying ears.

"Just," started Midoriya sheepishly as his gaze focused on the grass by his feet. "Well, when I saw all the scars on your body, I knew that they didn't come from the one fight. So I kinda...guessed...that you'd been through different experiences and one of them might have been..."

Shirou exhaled lightly as Midoriya trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of discussion. Well it wasn't a common chat to have so it was understandable. Thankfully he had one very relatable story which could help the boy in front of him.

"Years ago, I found myself at the mercy of someone powerful, very powerful," he said looking up towards the sky. "I was bound and helpless, strung up like a piece of meat and completely unable to defend myself. I had something they wanted and it was the only thing keeping me alive."

"What was it?" asked Midoriya, intrigued by the story.

"The life of another person," said Shirou, causing Midoriya to swallow the lump that immediately had formed in his throat. "Were I to give this person what they wanted, then they would have complete control of the person under my care. It was my life, or theirs."

"What did you do?" Midoriya asked skeptically, having distinguished a very possible response given the person standing before him.

"I refused," said Shirou nonchalantly with a shrug of the shoulders. "They laughed at me for that before producing a dagger, you can take a guess what for." He would never be able to properly guess. "I was lucky that I got saved in the last possible moment."

"A hero saved you! Which one?" asked Midoriya with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"I wouldn't really call him a hero," said Shirou, remembering how EMIYA had been at the time. "Though they called themselves, Archer."

"That's quite the fascinating story," said a voice from nearby, one that belonged to neither Shirou or Midoriya.

"Who said that?" asked Midoriya, looking around for the person who had spoken. While he couldn't find the full person persay, they did find part of them in the form of a face sticking out of the wall.

"You know it's rude to eavesdrop Togata," said Shirou, recognising the voice as the one belonging to the third year student.

"Trust me, I had no intention to do so, but rather I wished to check on Midoriya here to make sure he was all right," apologized Togata whilst Midoriya tried to get a grasp of just what it was he was looking at. "That name at the end however is a familiar one."

"You know who Archer is?" asked Midoriya.

"Not really but my mentor is trying to track him down," explained Togata as he walked through the wall, completely nude. Midoriya immediately averted his eyes in any direction that wasn't at the naked man before him while Shirou simply took it in stride. "It seems that he's made quite the name for himself but not for the right reasons."

"He's a hero gone villain," said Deku in horror.

"Not quite," said Togata, lifting his index finger up. "There's no record for them so they never became a hero through official means. From his actions it feels like he acts more as a vigilante. The issue though is that not only does he target villains, but he targets some heroes as well."

"Why would he do that?" asked Midoriya.

"We believe that he does it to test their worth as a hero," said Togata, placing his hands on his hips. "The hero business is a dangerous game and sometimes it is a matter between life and death. Archer might be doing this to make heroes question whether or not they have what it takes to put their lives on the line. Again though, this just seems to be all theoretical at this stage and we have no real proof one way or the other."

"Who knows then," said Shirou, pushing himself off the building wall and beginning to walk towards the nearest door. "We best be getting back and you best be putting some clothes back on."

"There is one last thing we know," said Togata, causing Shirou to stop in his tracks, his back still facing the third year student. "That despite the name, Archer, they've only been known to use swords. As a fellow person who fights with swords, can you think of why they would call themselves Archer? Why wouldn't they call themself Swordsman or something along those lines?"

Several seconds passed by before Shirou gave an answer. "Perhaps because the name you're trying to think of is already taken."

With his piece said, Shirou started heading for the door once more, Midoriya trailing behind him as Togata stood there, unashamed of his current lack of attire. He may not have gotten much intel then, but he was sure Sir Nighteye would be appreciative of any and all information given to him, no matter how small or even if it was relevant. Still though, if Sir Nighteye wanted to chase this lead then he would oblige.

Still though, what was the likelihood of a first year student acting as the vigilante Archer at night?

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Curious blinked several times as she tried to recollect where she was, as if waking up from a dream of some kind. She truly hoped that she hadn't been sleeping however because sitting opposite her was the person whom she had been assigned to meet with.

It seemed as if they had moved somewhere more public, the hustle and bustle of the cafe they were sitting at a constant noise in the back of her mind. This was despite the fact that they had seemingly selected the furthest back corner of the venue, away from probing eyes.

A quick glance over her shoulder allowed her to spot both of the allies that she had travelled with, standing behind her protectively. Likewise, behind the person who she was apparently in the middle of discussions with stood a single man, the manservant as it were who looked none too happy to be there. Still though, he wasn't the one who was important.

Who was important, was Rin Tohsaka.

"Are you alright? You seem a little out of it," said Rin, stirring the tea in front of her absentmindedly.

"Yes of course," said Curious, not wanting to say that she couldn't recall just how she had gotten here. Though 'here' seemed like a good idea in hindsight. In such a public area, to do anything reckless from either side would undoubtedly result in high civilian casualties which would garner all sorts of unwanted attention. Yes, 'here' was good.

If only she could properly recall where 'here' was.

"Right then, I believe you were about to lay out your proposition for me," said Rin, gesturing for Curious to begin.

Curious meanwhile couldn't help but swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She did her best not to show it but she was incredibly nervous right now. Her eyes were locked on with Rin's pupils and at first she had expected to see the typical teenage rebellion that she had pegged the girl for. Instead though she had found herself looking at eyes which looked as if they had seen far more than anybody should have. Those eyes threatened Curious, letting her know that if she wasted her time then she would surely regret it.

"Yes," said Curious as she cleared her throat, doing her best to try to compose herself to little success. Taking in a few deep breaths, she began her prepared speech. "I represent the Meta Liberation Front..."

Wait! That wasn't what she meant to say! She could feel the two bodyguards she had brought with her tense at the fact that their organization had just been so casually mentioned but her thoughts were racing. Why? Why had she just said that without hesitation? Her eyes quickly left Rin's and she locked onto the gaze of the man who was standing by her side.

"Who is he? What is his quirk? These are the questions you are asking yourself right now aren't they," said Rin, the ever present cheshire grin of a smile plastered on her face. "I can assure you that he has nothing to do with the predicament you're in right now. Though he is very good at making people talk on his own, I can assure you."

Curious tried to push herself up, knowing that the longer she spent with Rin, the greater the chance she would divulge information that could ruin the organization. Except her body refused to move. No matter how much she struggled, her body failed to obey the simplest of commands. "What have you done?" Curious growled out through gritted teeth.

"What have I done?" asked Rin, looking positively aghast at having been accused of anything. "How absurd for you to believe that I could have done anything which has cut off the neural transmitters from your brain to your arms and legs. Heavens forbid that if I wished to do such a thing then I would have made it so that your heart would give out in roughly three...two..."

Curious couldn't help but feel the panic swelling within her body as seconds to tick by, only for nothing to happen. "Oh you are far too much fun to play with, I'm going to enjoy plucking every bit of information out of you about this, what was it? The Meta Liberation Front?" said Rin, licking her lips as she did so. "But don't worry, you'll only remember what it is that I want you to remember."

"Kill them!" Curious ordered of the two men with her, no longer caring that they were in a public area. The final sentence that Rin had said had terrified her most of all. If Rin truly had the ability to manipulate memories then she could spill all the details about the Meta Liberation Front and not even realize.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Rin coyly.

Curious could only swallow nervously as she went to look over her shoulder, her body able to do that much only to find the bodies of her companions, both lifeless on the ground in pools of their own blood. How? When did that happen? Why wasn't anybody in this cafe panicking about the fact that two people were dead?

"While I could let you stew on the questions going on in your head right now, I feel doing this will only make it more entertaining for me."

Curious could only watch in awe as the world around her began to peel away by Rin's command. Piece by piece the vibrant cafe life was taken away right before her eyes. The atmosphere, the people, the table in front of her, nothing but an illusion.

When the world had stopped shaking, the only things which remained from before were the bodies of the two men who had accompanied her on this mission. Instead of the corner of a cafe, she now found herself in a parking garage with not a single car in sight. She was alone, in an unknown area with two people in front of her that wanted information from her.

There was only one way out of this and she internally apologized to Re-Destro for being unable to return to him.

Touching the armrests on the chair, Curious waited for the swift embrace of death that would come to her from the explosions she had just created. If she was lucky, then perhaps one of the two people holding her captive would die, or at least be injured in the explosion as well. One last act.

Only for nothing to happen.

Again, she tried to implant the chair she was sitting on with the power given to her by her quirk only for there to be nothing once more. "Why isn't my quirk working? This is what you're thinking right now, though possibly with some more colourful language thrown about," said Rin, reading Curious' train of thought. "Well, and in fairness to us I believe, there was no guarantee for our safety. Hence we took some precautionary measures."

"Precautionary measures?" repeated Curious, still trying to rack her brain for what exactly happened before she had found herself in the illusion.

"Let's just say, you won't ever be using it again," said Rin, still wearing the smile which would later haunt Curious' dreams. "Now, let's find out just what you know."

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Shirou hadn't really known what to expect from this training camp. Considering how isolated they were from society however it seemed fair to believe that they were permitted to go all out without consequence.

The opening act as well had been somewhat entertaining as he, along with the other students had been tossed off the cliff side as the very ground they had stood on was manipulated with minimal effort. He hadn't seen that kind of power and control for quite some time and it filled him with just a touch of excitement.

Now, as he plummeted towards the ground and those around him started deploying emergency countermeasures to ensure that they didn't die on impact, he couldn't help but wonder what else lay in store.

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