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Himiko Toga sat in her confines, restrained in a straightjacket for the protection of those who looked after her. In her prime, she could understand their manner of concern. Given any opportunity, she could have killed them in any number of ways. Much of her time was spent fantasizing about how she would murder them and how quickly he could go about it.

That was in her prime however.

Given the mangled appendage that had once upon a time been her foot, such a thing was far more difficult now. Many would say impossible, but she wasn't simply one of the crowd. It would be incredibly difficult, not to mention painful, but she could most definitely kill someone if they gave her the opportunity. Especially the psychologists that came in to inspect her, carrying their clipboards and pens.

The pens made it far too easy however. Toga gained far more entertainment from the thoughts of killing someone with one of the clipboards that they carried. She could happily picture them lying in a pool of their owl blood after having been bludgeoned to death with their clipboard. Toga was able to sleep easily with those thoughts in her dreams.

Sadly, most nights were filled with nightmares. It wasn't uncommon for her to find her dreams inside of a terrifying realm with an endless array of swords scattered across the battlefield while the roars of behemoths echoed through the air. When she had explained what she had seen to one of the psychologists who had come in to examine her, he proclaimed that nobody had such a quirk that could alter reality in such a way. He assured her that she had merely seen a hallucination, brought about by the injuries she had sustained.

Toga knew that it wasn't a hallucination. She had experienced no visions, heard no imaginary sounds. Everything had been real while she had clung to the back of Ochaco.

Toga didn't blame the psychologist for not knowing, he was an idiot after all. The truth of it all however was that if there was someone capable of manipulating the world around them to such a degree, a student no less, then there was no way such a thing would become public knowledge. That was a trump card that could change the entire tide of battle in a single instance in a way that nobody else could. Leaking such information to the public would just be foolish.

Given how many quirks there were, Toga could honestly say that that one in particular was bullshit.

In her peripheral vision, Toga could see a couple of guards marching by but paid neither of them attention. They were mere insects and not worth her time. That was until one of them spoke. "Don't worry about her, she'll be gone in a couple days."

"How come?"

"Doesn't matter."

Toga didn't call out to them to pry for more information, knowing they probably expected such a response. They'd only say such a thing when she was close by, meaning that the 'her' in question was most definitely her. Not to mention that the facility she was in didn't house all that many females to begin with.

While 'gone' could mean a number of things, she doubted that they were going to execute her. While she was a criminal, a highly dangerous one, she did still classify as a minor. It wouldn't look good in the eyes of the public if the goody two shoes society killed her. In that case, 'gone' more than likely referred to her leaving the facility she was trapped in.

Was she being transferred? It was possible and the most likely answer. That left two questions unanswered. Why would such a thing happen in the first place was the more immediate question. As far as she was aware, this was one of the most secure facilities in the country. Sending her somewhere more secure seemed like a moot point. In which case she would be getting transferred for a specific reason. What that reason was however, she didn't know.

The last piece of the puzzle however was why the guards had been saying something like that in the first place. It seemed far too painfully obvious that they were trying to get her to react but surely that wasn't the only reason. Surely they hadn't just said it for the sake of saying it. "Don't worry about her, she'll be gone in a couple days," Toga repeated in a hushed voice. "A couple days."

Even if she couldn't figure out why it was happening, Toga knew that it would be happening in a matter of hours. In theory, it would be something minute that she didn't have to concern herself with. She almost wished that it was a smooth operation. Yet Toga had the immense feeling that she was merely a piece of something much bigger.

Perhaps that was why it had been said aloud in the first place. To make her feel smaller than she was already was.

After all, how good was she if she couldn't even walk properly.

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"Do I want to know what this activity is?" asked Aizawa whilst holding on to an envelope in his hand. He didn't particularly come by the dorm rooms all that often but he had a delivery to make.

"Well," started Ojiro as he considered exactly what was happening in front of him. "To start with, Tsuyu is instructing Yaoyorazu to make a number of different objects varying in weight, size and shape. Midoriya, Bakugo, and Rikido then have to toss those items as close as they can to achieving a speed of fifty miles an hour, which is why Jiro, Tsuyu and Uraraka are holding the speed cameras."

"Limiting their output," stated class 1-A's homeroom teacher. Given that those three were capable of landing strikes that had the potential to level buildings, it was smart to get them to restrict their level of strength to power which wouldn't shatter every bone were it to connect with a human body. Criminals were to be apprehended, not needing to be identified at the morgue if at all possible. "So what's Emiya's part in all of this?"

"He's shooting the items out of the air," said Ojiro as the trio of powerhouses let loose their items, ceramic christmas decorations if he eyes were correct. While they soared in the air for little more than a second, they didn't survive much longer as a number of arrows were shot in rapid succession one after the other, the projectiles embedding themselves into the wall behind. "Aoyama was doing it as well but his stomach's no longer feeling well after overuse."

"I see. I take it he came up with this exercise. Don't answer, I already know," stated Aizawa, scratching at the back of his head with his spare hand. "Just give him this when he's done, I'm not waiting around until he's finished with his training." The homeroom teacher was more than aware that a training session could last for hours at a time, especially if as many people as there were were chipping in at a time.

"Will do," said Ojiro as he took the offered envelope. "I take it it's confidential."

"Don't open it," warned Aizawa before taking his leave. Ojiro meanwhile simply shrugged his shoulders. He, along with the rest of the students, were aware that Emiya was participating with the adults in regards to something. What that something was could very well be hidden within the envelope that he now held. Given how many cameras were always watching the premise, he wasn't game enough to open it and bring forth the potential rage of the faculty. For all he knew they could very well be watching him at the moment to test his levels of loyalty. Given everything the academy did throughout the course of the school year, he wouldn't particularly put something like this past them.

Even though he didn't have the most proficient quirk, Ojiro wished that he could do more. He wasn't capable of long range attacks, wasn't particularly adapt at creating strategies and couldn't provide much in the way of support. Even compared to the rest of the close up fighters in his class, he wasn't in the stronger category. Outside of using his tail for a handful of surprise attacks and to counter balance himself when launching a haymaker, he couldn't really take out an enemy the same as his peers.

He'd gone to the Support Department and enquired if they could assist him. Their suggestions however would have forced him to relearn everything from the ground up. He didn't know whether he had it in him to try and learn aerial combat with the use of the jetpack they were offering to create for him. He had had to settle with some gloves which packed a high voltage punch so that even if he could only minorly connect with his opponent he would still cause some serious damage.

Even with that though, he didn't know whether it would be enough for what lay ahead.

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Rin sat at the dining room table, La Brava sitting opposite her. The diminutive human had sought her assistance in regards to whether or not there was a shortcut in utilizing her quirk on herself. This of course had broken down as to Rin asking whether such a thing was possible in the first place. That had only been the start as the magus barrelled question after question at La Brava, the young woman answering to the best of her knowledge each time.

After what had felt like a marathon, Rin had stopped asking questions and had taken the time to analyze what she had heard. Even having not been originally from this world, Rin had swiftly learnt that, while quirks may have been one thing on a surface level, that did not indicate that a person wasn't capable of evolving what they were able to do.

"Your quirk works on the level of love you feel for an individual," stated Rin. "Have you ever tried to use it on a family member, your parents perhaps?"

"No," admitted La Brava.

"So, to the best of your knowledge, it only works in regards to the emotion of feeling love towards an individual whom you hold adoration for," declared Rin, La Brava meekly nodding at the woman's words. "Knowing how people fuss over their quirks and how it acts almost as an extra limb or organ, I take it from a young age you tried to force yourself to love someone."

La Brava remained silent as she recalled all of the young boys she had had crushes on during her school years. Each of which had rejected her confessions whether they had been done so verbally or through the use of notes and poems.

Rin took La Brava's silence as admission. "So that means, from a young age, you were trying to force yourself to feel feelings towards people. These feeling would have come to you in time but because it directly linked to your quirk, as a child you tried to unlock emotions you had little true knowledge about. In all honesty it's astounding that you are still able to function to the level you do."

"What?" mumbled La Brava in confusion.

"The human mind is a delicate thing," explained Rin. "That's the reason that, while I could have attempted to heal Eri in such a way, I chose not to. Emotions are directly linked to memories and to tamper with one aspect can cause all manner of chaos. If I was to try and directly alter how you perceive love, I could very well sever the kinship you share with your parents."

La Brava stilled at the horrifying thought. Without having directly said it, Rin had effectively told her that there were multiple different versions of love out there. If her quirk was capable of boosting the power of those she loved, why did it have to be restrained to a single type of love. "Thank you Rin, you've given me much to think about," she finally said, breaking out of her own thoughts.

"I'm not particularly providing you with an answer here, I don't know the ins and outs of every quirk out there," stated Rin. "Given that your quirk is directly tied to your emotions, you should take the next couple of days to figure out just what love is to you. Is it limited to a single person? Can you feel different levels of love? These are things that, while I can guide you in a direction, you're going to have to figure out for yourself."

"Thank you Rin," said La Brava as she got up from the table and walked away. The woman had indeed given her much to think about. Before all else however, she had the desperate need to call home. It had been so long since she had spoken with her family. She silently hoped that no matter what they talked about that when they hung up the final words from her would be, 'I love you Mum and Dad.'

She couldn't help but hope that they said that they loved her back.

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Shirou looked at his supplies. The equipment laid out before him would survive throughout the course of the day before vanishing into the void from whence it originally came. He had to make sure that he had everything that he could potentially require, the last thing he wanted to do while out on the field was be forced to Trace a new batch of weapons.

He truly hoped that it didn't come to such a situation. If it did however, he knew that he could potentially walk away with less limbs attached, provided he returned at all. He had gotten his mechanical arm down to the point that it reacted only a fraction slower than what his original arm had. Against a Servant, a fraction of a second was all that would be needed to cleave him in half.

Still though, with his meeting with Vlad King, he had set a series of events into motion. This could very well be his major opportunity to deal a severe blow to the League of Villains but he would cause a ruckus doing so. He knew perfectly well what the plan was. He had been the one to set it up after all.

Which was why he knew all of the ins and outs in regards to how he would get what he wanted out of it. What he wanted and what the heroes wanted, while he hadn't particularly asked for their opinion, likely didn't match up.

He was done playing by their rules.

With only a handful of hours on the clock, Shirou knew that it was time to play his hand.

Packing up his belongings in a rucksack, ensuring that everything was in place, Shirou threw the contents over his shoulder before exiting his room. Trudging down the flight of stairs, the magus from another world encountered the first obstacle. One that he hadn't really put much thought into given the scope of what was about to go down.

"Shirou," said Jiro slowly, the student standing directly in Shirou's path to the exit. If it was just her, Shirou wouldn't have particularly cared all that much. Given that every one of their peers, every student from class 1-A, was standing between him and the door leading outside he found himself temporarily perplexed. This seemed far too coincidental for them all to be waiting for him and standing at attention.

Jiro spoke again, interrupting Shirou from his thoughts. "Where are you going?"

"I've got a mission," he stated clearly.

"Is this one of those missions where you could very well not come back?" asked Jiro, firming her stance.

Shirou's eyes sharpened ever so slightly, but it was plain to see for all those in front of him. "It could very well be," he said slowly. "I don't intent on dying but I can't see the future."

"So what you're saying, is that if we stop you here and now, we'll increase your chances of survival," declared Jiro as the sound of shuffling bodies echoed behind her.

Shirou shifted his gaze to all of the children present. Despite the situation before them, they appeared to be readying themselves for the worse case scenario. Shirou allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he considered his next words carefully.

"Are you, all of you, prepared for what's about to happen?"

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