I have not died.
…
It was a humiliating struggle, fighting two people that weren't students and actually somewhat competent at doing villain things in a realistic environment.
Of course, Hans had expected something like this from the start, but why in the world was he alone? With the child he was supposed to rescue?
This wasn't how the story should have played out.
As the little match girl frantically threw matches at the vaguely opaque yellow-tinted barrier that the villain with monk-like robes was putting up, the other man swung around a hospital bed like a madman, deflecting the flames and shattering Hans's incoming attacks with the semi-durable metal frame.
But Hans knew that there simply was no chance of him winning. Well, that was the case, but he could potentially escape…
"Tengai! Stay in front of the entrance!" the muscular villain yelled, slamming the hospital bed down on the floor, bending the battered metal frame, before picking up another one and throwing it at Hans, making Hans abort an attempt to desperately sprint out of the small room they were now trapped in.
This would probably be it. This would be where he would probably die, and the protagonist would get a taste of reality after the shounen beginning of Izuku Midoriya's hero career.
And of course it would have to be him: the cynical bastard that defeated Izuku during the sports festival and raised some serious questions about heroism. If he died now, he would become a martyr in the manga, instilling his doubts about the system and heroism itself into the tone of the rest of the piece.
When the Tin Soldier was beat down once again, Hans realized his role.
He was just a mouthpiece. He was just a pawn in this story, to be traded off for greater effect. And nothing here could save him.
After all, now? It was just him against two genuine, verified 'villains'. People that would outclass him no matter what form he took, servant or demiservant.
"I hate people like you!" the muscular villain shouted, pounding his chest like a gorilla once, before huffing out a breath rapidly.
"Fighting like this! Hiding behind your creations and long-ranged attacks! Real fighters battle fist to fist, blow to blow! Stop running and face me!"
"Well, I'm not a fucking idiot!" Hans yelled, as the Ice queen tackled him and Eri out of the way of a thrown IV drip stand. The metal impaled itself into the drywall, where it quivered and shed white flakes everywhere.
"Stop grandstanding and get this over with." the robed villains sighed, crossing his arms as his barrier remained as strong as ever. "We should go help the boss take down those heroes after we're done with this one and retrieve Eri."
"But this little one should have some fight in him, right?" the muscular villain said. "After all, he was one of the three that was fighting the boss. He has to be tougher than he seems somehow…"
"...Whatever." the robed villain said, apparently tired of conversing with his overly eager coworker.
"Oh, how disgustingly shounen." Hans said, half-distracted, as he was playing quite possibly the most deadly game of dodge-the-flying-object ever to be played by somebody on a school sponsored activity. "Is your view of life simply about the fights that your adrenaline-addicted brain just obsesses over manically, or is it borne from a life filled with insecure domestic violence?"
"If we don't put our life on the line, how do we know that it's worth living?" the villain laughed. "I don't expect somebody like you to understand."
"And I don't expect somebody like you to understand that such a life is meaningless!" Hans yelled, as he sent the Elder Tree Mother's roots on a quest to entangle the villain as he stomped across the room to attack him and Eri.
"Or maybe you do understand, but you're just trying to suppress that fact by ignoring it and seeking an ever higher adrenaline rush!"
Tearing off the roots that ensnared his legs with an unnaturally fast motion of his shoulder and arms, the villain stood to look at Hans and Eri, both looking at him warily.
"And you… are a fool." the villain said.
"That's something that every hero likes to hear, you know?" Hans said. "From their barely educated former underground boxers of opponents as we're about to get defeated and turned into another statistic."
"You focus too much on petty things like words… or ideals." the villain said, slowly advancing towards them. Hans knew that he didn't have the speed to run past the villain with Eri in tow, and summoned the Little Match girl again, who began throwing matches down in front of them.
"There is nothing like the feeling of finding that next great challenge… that next good battle. It's the one and only thing that keeps me going." the man said, smiling crazily. "You, however, obsess over pages and shit like heroism, even if it probably makes you actively miserable."
"You're a surprisingly good judge of character for a person that chose to work with a person that tries to justify human experimentation on children with the prospect of an impractical salvation of mankind." Hans said, "But I guess you're just as deluded as he is, if all you're doing with your life is working for him."
"I know that my boss is a bastard." the villain laughed. "I hold no delusions about that. I'm only really sticking around so I can finally challenge him one day… and win."
"...He can disassemble you with a touch." Hans stated, completely deadpan. "I hardly think that's fair."
"And doesn't that make it even more exciting? Now… let's see if you will crumble after a touch!"
The villain bound forwards, sprinting at Hans with a dogged sense of determination.
And so? This was it.
The end of Hans's story.
But now wasn't the time for these thoughts. Despite knowing rationally that he couldn't actually defeat this guy.. Hans still wanted to at least give it one last shot.
He activated his noble phantasm, knowing that it was an impossible task. His enhancement only worked if the person enhanced truly believed that it could happen. And rationally, he knew that no matter what he did, his blow wouldn't be able to overcome the villains.
Still, he channeled his energy. A torrent of blue poured out of his tablet and concentrated into one, single sheet of paper. The Elder Tree Mother, the Tin Soldier, and the Ice Queen ran interference, trying to give Hans enough time to possibly turn the tides.
…They still didn't know that it would be impossible.
And as Hans could feel his arms getting stronger, and the mana pulsing in his skin, he could see Eri's eyes glinting hopefully. Somehow, as the villain roughly shoved aside the Tin Soldier, blew through the Elder Tree Mother's roots like it was a collection of sawdust, and just bulldozed through the Ice Queen's construct… Hans knew it.
Eri felt no fear. She truly believed that he was a hero for some godforsaken reason.
"Well, let's see what's more important to the narrative." Hans muttered. "Me, or my death."
And when the fist came?
Hans swung his own fist. His own pale, skinny arm dressed in a baggy, yet ripped lab coat swung out, his blue bowtie finally coming undone amidst the flurry of physical activity.
The next moment, he could almost feel his very bones turn to dust as his arm was bent at an awkward angle from the villain's punch impacting his forearm.
Hans was blasted backwards into the flimsy layer of drywall that was somehow a part of this underground base and into yet another enclosed room. His shattered arm slapped painfully against the sharp edges of the wall that he had broken through, breaking skin and flinging blood everywhere. Immediately, the mana formerly reinforcing his arm began to try healing it.
It was visceral. He would have blacked out, if it wasn't for the fact that his consciousness was that of a heroic spirit possessing a human body, and thus slightly more mentally resilient than the average human. It felt like every single shard of bone in his arm was tingling as his strange method of healing bound them like a rope and shoved them together in the rough shape of an arm.
He opened his mouth, but there was so much pain that no noise came out, every single nerve on the left side of his body panicking like they were being targeted by peasants during the french revolution. Each and every one of them were being tied at the stake and stabbed by pitchforks. "I must have a concussion if this is where my mind has gone."
Out of his blurry vision, induced by the tears that the pain had caused, he could barely see the gigantic man slowly marching towards him.
But he was definitely walking towards him. Eri was roughly shoved to the side, where the small child lay on the floor, still looking at Hans's crumpled figure in disbelief.
Looking at this situation, Hans wanted to chuckle, though it hurt too much. The pain was still incredible, and he still hadn't completely healed. His arm felt like it had been twisted into a pretzel, baked, and then salted and left to dry for a couple of hours. The various descriptions for pain just popped into his head, like the filler description text in terribly written light novels.
"Yep, definitely concussed."
He wasn't one for determined speeches and unrelenting heroism… because he honestly wasn't a hero.
In the end, he really should have just been a spectator. But there wasn't exactly an option to give up now, was there?
So he laughed. Despite the pain, and despite the situation. The absurdity was simply too much.
"Heh… Hahahahaaa… augh." Hans said, slowly staggering to his feet.
"You can stand up even after that blow?" the villain said. "Very impressive."
"No, no." Hans said, stumbling away from his inevitable death. "The fact that I managed to stand up is very, very unfortunate for me. That means that you'll just punch again, won't you?"
"Let's see how that healing factor works out for you!" the villain shouted, just as the doors in that room swung open for more interlopers to enter the scene.
"They've got a hostage!" the ragtag group of construction workers shouted. "Subdue the villains!"
"Wait, no!" Hans shouted, a sudden dread making his stomach feel slightly sick, on top of all the other ailments he was suffering from. "Run! He's more than you can handle!"
"We know."
A rocky hand clasped onto Hans's uninjured shoulder. The slightly reassuring heat revealed the face of Shihiro, still dressed in a suit. The man with the magma mutation quirk trudged forwards as two construction workers were punched into the walls.
"But sometimes, there's a limit to how much we can take. And if this gang doesn't lose here… we'll lose everything anyways."
Hans stared. "You could literally lose your lives by performing this horribly irresponsible act! And that was actually painfully cliché! Why the fuck are you guys here anyways?"
"You didn't give up on us, did you?" Shihiro said, turning around, his stony face frozen in the best smile that he could give.
Hans staggered back, as if the words had physically punched him. He slowly tilted his head to look down at his hands, and the pool of blood that his arm had bled as he had lay there, suffering.
His guilty eyes looked back up at him, staring judgmentally.
…
There wasn't going to be a way out of this that was easy.
Gasping for breath, Iida almost lay flat on the floor as he was forced to spiral out of the way of yet another attack. The impact from his last escape attempt had hit him hard, and despite the armor, shielding him from bruises with its sophisticated interior design, the vibrations and relentless rotations were getting to him.
Things were beginning to look fuzzy around the edges of his vision.
"Get up, Tenya!" his brother shouted, lifting him by the armor plate and maneuvering away just as a spike curved midair to stab at his formerly stationary figure.
"This was… a failure… of an operation… nii-san…" Iida wheezed out. "Underprepared… Undermanned… Not enough… information."
"I know." Tensei said, his helmeted face still looking as stoic as ever. "Let this be a lesson to you, Tenya. Many operations don't go to plan."
"I am aware!" Tenya whispered furiously. "This… is a prime… example!"
Taking a deep breath, he finally communicated what he wanted to say.
"But how in the world are we going to get out of this?"
"We are going to have to work together." Tensei said, spiraling a bit in the air to bleed off momentum before landing behind a forest of spikes. "And go on the offensive."
The brothers crouched down together, trying to minimize the clanks that their armor would make. Thanks to the sophisticated joint design, it managed to do so, despite the small deformations that were already appearing on the plating.
"So, Tenya." Tensei said. "Any ideas?"
"No, nii-san." Tenya muttered, shaking his head. For some reason, the night vision that Hans had given them was beginning to wear off and weaken in effect. Perhaps he was in trouble as well?
"He's simply too powerful, and our quirks are too similar to create a greater effect."
"No." Tensei said. "What we have on him is speed. And our combined speed can overwhelm even him."
"But how can we possibly surpass him when he controls the arena?"
"We surpass him with this." Tensei said, pointing to his helmet. Tenya just stared at him, very confused.
"What, did you really think that this armor was just for cushioning blows? Get your stave, by the way. You're going to need it."
"What is the plan, then?" Iida muttered, unclipping the compressed bo-staff from his belt. With a quiet click, it expanded into its full form. The alloyed material was light, yet hopefully durable enough to smash through the rocks."
"It's simple. We overwhelm him with our combined speed." Tensei said. "Our quirks are theoretically unbalanced. While I can boost my arms and use my legs for wide, sweeping motions without abandoning my speed, I lack precision and power because my thrusters extend from my elbows. You, however, lack reach with just your arms."
"That was changed when Hans recommended the stave." Tenya said, gripping the weapon tightly. "Now, I can both utilize my speed and attack precisely."
"And also, that reach can conserve our precious armor durability." Tensei said, clapping Tenya on the shoulder with his gloved hand. The touch, though separated by cloth and metal, still communicated reassurance.
"Let's go show them what two Iidas can accomplish together."
The configuration was simple, if not a little absurd.
The distance furthest away from any spike at all was in the very center of the room. Coincidentally, that was where Overhaul and his gigantic flesh carapace was.
They would simply have to fly across the room, overcome Overhaul's reflexes with speed, and overcome his defenses with sheer force.
"Now, I'll get as close as I can… and then I'll have to throw you." Tensei muttered, as Overhaul began to retract more and more spikes in search of his targets.
The rumbling of the stone and the ominous crackling sounds of the mass shifting was vaguely unsettling, but there was no other option. They would have to actually attack Overhaul to survive.
"Run off to the side." Tensei said. "When I activate my Recipro Burst, run at me!"
"Yes, nii-san!" Tenya whispered, saluting, before crouching down and slowly creeping away from what was undoubtedly going to be a harsh battle.
As Tenya looked for a relatively flat runway hidden amidst the chaotic field, Tensei leapt out into the open and began to sprint towards Overhaul, his boosters emitting steam that made it incredibly obvious where he was in the enclosed room. Overhaul responded like they predicted, with spikes that lashed out from around Ingenium. As he limbered up and shook off the exhaustion gathering in his limbs, and warmed his engines once more in preparation, he watched as his brother smashed through some spikes and dodged others.
More and more walls began to converge on Tensei as he got closer, and after a particularly dense barrage of spikes materialized, Tensei leapt into the air and started to spin.
"Recipro… burst!" Tensei yelled, the boosters on his arms flaring blue and roaring with thrust. He lit the dark room with his rapid rotations, his legs straight as an arrow and arms out, looking like a spinning top, destroying the stone constructs.
Tenya knew that it was his time now. Gritting his teeth, he felt his heart race again and muscles ache as they began to prepare themselves from his required task. Sweat began to pour under his brow and his slightly stuffy helmet, but he knew he couldn't reach up to wipe his sweat.
He had to run. It was his duty. He needed to prove his conviction as a hero, and to confront the seemingly invincible and all-powerful villain.
"Recipro… burst!" Tenya said. The identical move with an identical purpose that would hopefully end this villain sprang to life.
Azure flames sprouted from his boosters as he ran forwards at his brother. The rocks blitzed past him as the grays melted together, leaving the coronal ring that was his brother's recipro burst as his only reference point.
He could do this. He had to do this.
And most importantly, he couldn't give up now.
…
It was a bloodbath. Or, if Hans were to describe it more aptly, it was like a blender.
The villain was simply unstoppable. None of the goons were a match.
"Broken arm!" somebody yelled.
Hans dropped the buffs he was currently writing for yet another person that had healed enough to be thrown back into the blender that was the battle and started to write the description process of an arm healing once more. The construction worker that limped back gritted his teeth and clutched his forearm to suppress his pain.
"You can do it, kid. We can do it. We'll wear him down." he promised, as he watched his arm slowly knit itself back together. As he gave it an experimental shake, the construction worker stood up again and raised his weapon. Hans continued on to give him a strength and resilience buff as he surged forwards again with various descriptive words.
"Is that all you got?" the villain they were trying to take down laughed crazy. "Come at me, you rabble! Try to even scratch me!"
"We've retrieved the girl." his associate said from the back. Eri was trapped within one of his force fields as he stood beside the enclosure, keeping an eye both on the fight and the girl. "Retreating is the wisest course of action."
"What a spoilsport." the villain scoffed. "Well, I guess I'll get serious."
"What?" Hans blurted out. His Nightingale-like field hospital endeavors were already barely keeping up as it was.
The villain's arms promptly began to blur. The fists quite literally left afterimages as each and every construction worker was punched in the upper body. Several sickening crunches were heard as they were sent flying through the air, their upper bodies twisted at strange angles.
The villain slammed his chest with his fists and roared in victory.
"All of you," he declared. "Are weak!"
Then, he began to run towards Hans.
"Your tricks were entertaining, but it's time to finish you off, as well."
There was, however, a small disturbance behind the villain. His associate dismantled his barrier to move Eri but was interrupted by a bright, white flash that covered his body… before he slumped to the floor, looking significantly younger and unconscious.
"What?" the villain blurted out, turning towards his partner. Shihiro, the man with the magma mutant quirk, used the stump that still remained of his arm, still dripping with lava (or his equivalent of blood) onto the man's chest, where the sickening smell of burning flesh began to emanate.
Somehow ignoring the pain of being burned by magma, the villain stepped backwards, to apprehend Eri, whose horn was flaring brightly as she flailed her arms about in her run, desperately trying to tag the villain with her quirk.
"Well, the boss can always just fix you." he shrugged, before aiming a punch straight at the girl's head.
Hans quickly threw out the healing and resilience buff that he had and directed it at Eri. Shihiro rushed forwards, reattaching his molten hand in the meanwhile, trying to distract the villain from crippling a child.
Abruptly, the paper that represented Hans's buffs flashed purple, before it impacted Eri… and proceeded to knock said child out.
Hans staggered back, confused, as did the rest of the construction workers.
The villain, however, just smirked and turned back to the group.
"Now that the girl is unconscious… and he's down.. I guess I can finish what I started."
…
Everything almost seemed frozen to Eri as a haze of purple clouded her vision. Her body uncontrollably slumped, but her eyes were still open. She could still see.
"Pitiful, isn't it?" A voice echoed through her head. There was no word to describe it other than… alluring.
"Who are you?" she tried to say. No words came out. She still couldn't move. However, the woman's voice answered anyway.
"I am… something beyond your comprehension. And he created me in a different world."
Eri watched, transfixed, as the villain's fists descended rapidly on the stony man, who had bits of magma and ash fly everywhere while his body slowly degraded. With every pulse of blue, it reconstructed itself a little, but even while Eri was processing the battle in slow motion, the fists were almost still too fast for her to track.
Everybody was suffering.
Hans's face was permanently locked in frustration and a deep air of sadness. The man that looked like a block of magma was literally crumbling in front of her eyes, and on the villain's face was a sadistic smile.
"This world is broken, isn't it?" the woman's voice said again, with tones that Eri couldn't exactly identify. "And Hans doesn't know how to fix this. He's… lost. Just like you. You two are so alike…"
"He- he knows what he's doing… right?" Eri said, both as a statement and as a question.
"My creator has lost his way." the voice said, a sense of deep sadness seeming to emanate from it. "But there is a solution, far simpler than anything that he could come up with. Far faster, as well. I will simply become the god of this world."
"A god?" Eri asked, looking at Hans's mouth slowly open in a scream as the stony man's legs separated from his torso. The world was, apparently, still in slow motion.
"The god. The only god." the voice confirmed "And here? I'll give you an opportunity to make things right. Along with me. Your power will be instrumental in creating a paradise that will end all tragedies."
"Will it… solve everything?"
"All conflict will be erased. All of this type of suffering…gone like the sands of yesterday." Eri felt her gaze directed to the fight once again, where the other people that came to save her rushed forwards, yelling desperate war cries.
"Your power will redeem your past sins as well. I know what happened to your parents. It was a simple outburst for you, but they were truly rewound out of existence."
For a moment, Eri watched as more people were punched in the head. She could see their eyes roll into the back of their skull, and those very skulls fracturing as Hans stumbled backwards, falling onto his back once more. The villain began to march towards him, cracking his knuckles and wiping the blood off of his forearms in a practiced matter.
"So… if you're a god… can you save him?" Eri asked.
"Will you join me, then, tomorrow, when the time comes?"
"...Yes." Eri said, agreeing with the mysterious voice.
"Then I will solve this situation for you. This whole world will be mine tomorrow, so it matters not whether or not my creator manages to save you."
The little mermaid, the creature that Eri had attempted to converse with, and the creature that had shared all of Hans's tales with her suddenly appeared in midair, looking surprised and worried, before beginning to writhe in pain and bloat in size. Scales grew jagged and sharp and claws burst through hands the size of dinner plates as Hans looked on in terror. Eri looked at the corruption with both fear and amazement in her eyes.
"What's this now?" the villain smiled. "Your last ditch attempt at saving the day?"
"You know what?" Hans said, his voice filled with dread. "I have no fucking idea."
The beast, formerly an innocent and beautiful mermaid swimming through the sky with grace unparalleled, roared, and slashed at the villain like a praying mantis, slicing one of his arms clean off.
"And this is but a fragment of my power." the voice said, as the mermaid-like continued to advance on the villain. "Trust me. With your powers… we can lock this world in a paradise forever."
…
One step.
Tenya barely ducked below a spike.
Another step.
He felt as if he was about to spiral out of control, as the armor on his arm was clipped by a spike.
He felt the pain of the armor deforming, but he just wasn't fast enough. If he only went faster, he could be blowing past these spikes like they were nothing. After all, it was just hastily re-shaped concrete.
One more step.
His hand reached forwards towards Tensei's spinning ring.
A wall began to shape up around him. One quick, one-handed downwards swing of the staff smashed the formation and allowed him to keep running.
Another step. Anything to keep moving.
Time seemed to slow down as he felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. He was getting a bit of a headache from the focus that he had been exerting in just these seconds of him running, and his legs were burning with pain, almost as if his skin was melting into his exhaust pipes. His helmet was stifling, but it was still fit snugly on his head as he breathed through the slits.
There were the remains of a spike directly in front of him. Tenya stepped onto it, leaping into the air and becoming level with his brother. Then, he reached out a hand.
Another gloved hand caught it, and Tenya gripped it tight as he felt himself spinning and spinning, his momentum contributing to the already preposterous spin speed that his brother was experiencing. The forces his body was under made his chest hurt and his stomach feel like it was trying to escape.
Then? He was let go.
It was like free falling, except horizontally instead of vertically. Tenya felt like he was faster than he had ever been before. He felt almost light headed, his heart pressed against his chest, as he soared through the darkness, towards the unconquerable flesh monster that was the villain he must face.
He outsped Overhaul's spike production. Any wide, sweeping structures that were made were destroyed as he used swings of his staff to break through the hastily formed, brittle stone.
His engines were still running. The metal was white hot. So hot that he couldn't even feel the skin on the back of his calves anymore.
But he was making it.
He could see the glint of his booster's light in the villain's eyes. He could see the fleshy throne that the villain was sitting on reacting to his attack.
But it didn't matter.
His speed smashed through one of the flesh monster's arms, while his stave impacted another heavily, deflecting the whipping motion. He barely slowed down from his lightning-like speed.
At last, he was before the villain. He faced his staff forwards as he stabbed into the monster, all the while the villain tried to extend his hands to touch Iida's face.
His helmet was gone in an instant, dissolved into nothing but fragments. But he could see the color of the background in his vision changing rapidly as they hit the ground, going from red to gray.
He had done it.
He had dislodged the villain.
Panting, he pointed his staff at the villain's throat. One of the villain's arms had been pulverized, while the other was held defensively, hovering around the staff's tip. Quickly, he twirled the staff and aimed it at the villain's other arm, aiming to break the-
The wall next to him exploded as another monster burst through the stone. A muscular man with just one arm leapt backwards, clutching at his other bleeding stump. Eri was slumped over his shoulder, and though she was limp, her eyes were somehow still wide-open.
"Boss!" he yelled. "The kid pulled something out of his ass, and it's probably going to kill us! We need to go, now!"
"...Fine." the villain declared, touching the ground once more. A spray of spikes forced Tenya back as the monster advanced on the duo. "This is one of the kid's creations, right?"
"Yes, boss." The fighter sighed. "I still have the girl. Tengai is unconscious in that room over there."
"...Then, now, we shall take our leave." Overhaul said, looking coldly at Iida. "You may have taken my base and defeated my minions, but the core of my research remains. this society will fall, and your corrupt employment… with it."
As Tenya rushed forwards once more, Overhaul crouched down to touch the floor… and they were swallowed by the chunk of stone. Then, that chunk disappeared into the concrete floor.
His staff thrust stabbed through nothing but air.
…
The ambulance ride was surprisingly long.
Hans, sitting next to the paramedics desperately trying to keep the former construction workers alive, was still using his noble phantasm. His blue magic attempted to tie into their essence, but… it wasn't very effective.
He didn't understand how badly they were hurt. He didn't understand the biology behind what he was trying to heal. He couldn't write something he didn't know about. If he was lucky, he could temporarily fix it. If he was unlucky, he would make it infinitely worse. As his mana ticked down and they continued to bleed, or their skin continued to turn purple, Hans slowly felt the guilt mount like a faint buzz at the end of his consciousness.
It was all his fault.
They had started the gang because of him. They were forced into a confrontation with this yakuza group because they had started the gang. Then, they chose to intervene in an active crime scene… because they were in an altercation with the yakuza.
He had started all of this.
Could he really call himself insignificant? Or just a bystander anymore? Hadn't he altered this world, or at least these lives, permanently?
And the worst thing was… he never caught their names.
With all of the conversations that he had had with them… with their initial interactions on monday, where the whole group surrounded him as they mistook him for the yakuza's goons. The quirkless guy Tuesday afternoon…
"We've been having a conversation for quite a while, haven't we?" Hans had asked. "What is your name, by the way?"
"Oh, my name is-"
He had vaguely recognized the face of the person that he was sitting next to right now, but now, he may never get the chance to introduce himself ever again.
Right beside him was Shihiro, one of the supposed founders of the gang. The medics didn't even know what to do with him, since he was made almost entirely out of magma. There weren't even any discernible organs.
But he had fallen still after being beaten to pieces. His lower body, fragmented into tiny shards of dull obsidian, was in a bucket somewhere on the ambulance.
This operation was, without a doubt, a complete failure.
Another question to consider, however, was how it had ended.
The flash of purple and the little mermaid's transformation came to mind. But what could possibly influence Hans's summons and provide the mana for that transformation? Hans knew that he certainly couldn't.
"No, no. It couldn't be." Hans muttered. "If she was here, she'd have done more. I was on television last week, and I was in danger quite a lot, right?"
"We're losing him!" the medic next to him shouted. "Concentrate, kid! You're the only one here with a good healing quirk!"
What the fuck was wrong with him? Somebody was in front of him, dying, while he was thinking about old enemies. Somebody that was dying because of him.
The blue glow increased, and slowly, the heart rate monitor returned to a more normal number.
The thought, however, never went away.
…
"What a pity." Kiara sighed, looking through the rift in front of her as she sipped on a glass of wine. "To be in such a situation. If only you were more powerful, my beloved creator… All of this could be avoided."
Standing up, she leaned forwards and looked at Hans's face, shrouded in blood, sweat, and concentration as the blue glow of his noble phantasm and the yellowish, artificial light made the footage seem increasingly chaotic. A hand reached through the illusion displaying Hans's activity and attempted to caresse the image.
"Your strife will be over soon. This world will be remade in my image…" she smirked. "And the only suffering that will remain… will be yours."
She looked over to the raised platform standing in the middle of the chamber, upon which a small, long box sat open, emitting a soft blue glow. The shadows seemed enraptured with the glow, seemingly dancing with the light. Kiara's eyes glimmered with that same blue tint.
"Isn't that what you wanted when you wrote all those tragedies?"
…
It's been, what, two months?
Exam seasons. You know how it is. Final grades are out now, though, and I'm still keeping my 4.0. One of my teachers refused to put out any grades until the last minute, so that was "fun".
Anyways, 4/5ths of the internship is over, along with this year. I might put out a christmas special, but… eh. Let's see if I have time.
Hope you had fun rhelp he has trapped us all in a padoru hell please help we're in the discord
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