Hello Hello! I am here with another chapter, and our usual soapbox announcements. Firstly, last chapter was met with a ood recpetion, mostly. Honestly, I was expecting to shoot myself in the foot with that chapter but I was glad to see that most people were interested in seeing where the idea goes. I know it seemed out of place for what takes place in cannon, but it's a just a silly story at the end of the day and it won't compare to the source material in the slightest. Though I wish Horikoshi would stop ingoring my letters to add a fish waifu into Bnha, but changing your mailing adress won't stop me! However I must also add that someone who wasn't too fond of last chapter jinxed me with a three day illness that made me want to die. I probably deserved that after making our trio fight like that. But now that I have been forgiven, I think it's time to see what was going on outside world. Enjoy this week's chapter.

Yamashiro looked on in disgust at the work of her fellow journalists, and it saddened her that very few of her profession actually seek out the truth. Instead it seemed that they only cared about the number of views that their sensationalized works were going to get.

The Horror of Hosu: The Hero Killer and the Monster of Musustafu!

Blood and Claws: Hosu in Siege!

Hosu: A Tale of Two Evils!

A Tale of Two Evils? Really? It was almost like they were reviewing an episode of a Saturday morning cartoon for children. Did no one think that anyone wouldn't laugh at that?

The journalist sighed as she closed the window to one of these stories from a sister news branch. For a moment Yamashiro did nothing but sat there lost in deep thought. She took a quick glance at the article she was about to submit to her boss for the morning edition of the paper.

The Fight in Hosu: Another Rescue for the Ghost of Musustafu!

Ghost had been something of an enigma to the journalist, and her initial investigation on his 'debut' into the mainstream all those weeks ago had made her want to know more. Afterall, she was the one who gave him the name that her fellow journalists were decrying as a dangerous villain that needed to be arrested.

The destruction and terror caused by the enigma's fight with the notorious Hero Killer had done much to ruin the already bad reputation of Ghost. It appeared as nothing more than a senseless battle between two undesirables, and was likely the result of a territorial dispute or something of the sort. But Yamashiro wasn't one to take things at face value, and after a little digging she found it. The fight between Ghost and Stain was the result of Ghost coming to the rescue of a person that was lost amid this sea of outcry. Ingenium. Ghost fought Stain to save Ingenium.

Everything lined up perfectly with that realization. The admission of the hero to the ICU along with the strange substance that he reported to be covered in. A substance that bore a resemblance to one of the quirks of Ghost. She believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ghost's intentions were good in this situation, but unfortunately spiralled out of control. She had had faith in what she was reporting, as a journalist it was her duty to ensure that the truth is told, lest it be forgotten.

She hoped that this article would please Mr. Fujita more than this year's Sports Festival one. Her boss was clear to point out that while she had a way with words, she certainly didn't have a way with a camera. Those bad and blurry photos brought embarrassment to the reporter, and she hoped she could find someone to take pictures for her.

Kizuki sat there in her seat, struggling to breathe as she hesitantly reached out towards the laptop to press replay on the video. Her blue hands shook with euphoric anticipation as they pressed the little symbol on the video. Something akin to an excited squee escaped her lips as she watched the bodycam footage that Re-Destro's moles in the police had acquired for her. Kizuki's green eyes ate up her dark sclera like a ravenous beast as she rewatched the video depicting the Ghost of Musustafu's stand against the heroes and police.

She didn't know why, but for some strange reason, she was obsessed with the vigilante. Well, more so than her usual form of obsession. But this transcends all her 'Journalistic Curiosity" that she is well known for in the MLA. No, it was beyond any obsession and instead it felt like a combination between her inquisitive nature and...something else. She couldn't really put her finger on it. Especially since the video would keep ending!

A frown appeared on the woman's face as the video once again ended its duration. The MLA Lieutenant grumbled a curse at the damn policeman for being a coward and not giving her a longer video. She smiled widely again once the video looped again, and again, and again, and again. Kizuki didn't remember how long she watched the single low quality clip, but it must've been minutes or hours and she didn't lose that feeling that made her feel...alive. What was it called again? Well, no matter. It couldn't hurt to keep watching.

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Somehow Kizuki found herself staring at two paused images from the video in separate tabs. One was the Vigilante in his more 'humanoid' form and the other was his 'greater' form. She was breathless at the sight of the two images, and the longer she looked at them the more she felt like a balloon that was gearing to pop. She wanted...no...needed to interview Ghost. But not like how she usually does. She wanted to understand Ghost and spread his story to the masses, but she wouldn't dare to kill him like her usual interviewees. His powerful quirk and its almost divine-like radiance needed to be behold and treasured.

All her thoughts raced to arrange said meeting as soon as possible along with haggling needed for Re-Destro to lend some of his goons and resources. Her eyes never left the images on her computer as she did so, and thus was thoroughly shocked when one of the images moved. "Greater Ghost" moved its head in the still image to seemingly face her, and like a paralyzing quirk, Kizuki found herself unable to move.

One would expect flight or fight responses to kick in at such a moment, but not with Kizuki. Instead anticipation boiled inside her in a manner similar to a child receiving a gift, as her eyes zeroed in on the image with undaunting attention.

"You cannot speak to him...yet.", a powerful feminine voice said inside her skull, "You require more insight before you can seek us."

Kizuki felt herself get a little disappointed at the image.

"But…", the image said with Motherly authority, "I can help you understand. But only if you cast off your ties to your life and fully dedicate yourself to learning."

The MLA Lieutenant's eyes brightened up briefly before they became etched in deep thought as she weighed her options. Seeing the vigilante in both forms took away the boredom that had been eating away at her for the past years. Was this whole thing a mid-life crisis hallucination as she subconsciously wanted something to give her that same groove she lost from her youth? Maybe. But then again, the MLA had really lost its luster as the years went by, and what she really wanted was to find a great story and spread it far and wide. Something that seemed nothing more than a distant dream to her these days. But someone deep inside her told her to take the offer. Maybe Ghost could help her where the MLA had failed to do.

"I-I'll do it!", she said, barely containing her excitement.

"Greater Ghost" said nothing but with stilted movement, snapped its fingers. Kizuki was swarmed with fast images inside her brain that jigsawed together in a twisted form of a mental puzzle. The MLA Lieutenant screamed in pain as the white hot images snaked inside like the roots of a tree. It wasn't long before she blacked out.

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Kizuki smiled as she boarded the train that would take her as far North that was possible, and from there involved a lot of walking and perhaps commandeering a boat for the last leg. From there she would say the 'name' in the heart of the Kuril and began her learning. She trembled with excitement for her prize that would let her see Ma'ken Ris face to face. She hoped that Re-Destro wouldn't bother too much trying to find her. After all this was her Yatra and she didn't need that small minded thug bothering her on her sacred journey. She was on the tail of a story that surpassed all others, and she was certain she would find it. All she needed was to have…

...Faith. Yes, that was the feeling.

Everyone in the stadium cheered at the sight of the Number One Hero bouncing into the arena with his iconic smile and bombastic laugh. Students, Audience, and Heroes all looked on with stars in their eyes as All Might stood there with three medals in his giant hands, ready to present them to the winners of the UA Sports Festival: First Years edition.

Inwardly, Yagi was just glad he spent the majority of the day in his real form watching the festival. Though he was almost tempted to skyrocket to Hosu and help the poor city out, he trusted Endeavor to handle the situation and everything will turn out okay. Hopefully. But that was neither here nor there. His job was to present the medals and keep up the facade of the symbol of peace, despite his ailing power.

"Young Shinso.", All Might beamed with a fatherly and proud boom, "You were the underdog of this Festival, and faced many challenges and strong opponents. Yet, you proved to be a force to be reckoned with, and surpassed the expectations of a General Education Student. Be proud of your achievement for it was no small feat. Congratulations on Third Place, and I hope to see you in one of our vacant spots in the classroom."

Shinso looked like he was going to melt, and it was likely to be from happiness. In fact, the usually stoic boy was smiling softly, but that smile soon turned to a grin once the Bronze medal was placed around his neck. His gaze dropped to the floor as he mumbled a "thank you" to All Might. Yagi didn't bring the teardrops falling to the ground to anyone's attention, and promptly moved on to the next student.

"Young Todoroki.", All Might said with a tone more in line with his Teacher persona but dripped with pride and satisfaction, "From the start, you displayed yourself to be one of the strongest contenders of the field, and yet you fell short of the prize. But don't let that discourage you! You did exceptionally well in each of the categories and more proved you have the potential to become one of the greatest heroes of the next generation. Congratulations on Second Place, and I hope you use this experience to grow and become stronger and better than the Legacy you carry!"

Todoroki didn't seem to register what All Might was saying or even when the silver medal was placed around his neck. Rather it felt like his mind was off somewhere else, and no one can place whether it was a good or bad thing. His icy face didn't exactly show anything beyond his normal stoic expressions. Though, Yagi could've sworn he saw a burning fire in those blue eyes.

"And Young Tokoyami.", All Might boomed with his greater than life Heroic tone, "I congratulate you on overcoming all the challenges and hardship you faced on this day. You not only proved your strength but also your worth as a hero! I have no doubts that you will grow into a fine Hero! But for now, revel in your achievements because today is your day to shine!"

Tokoyami tried to remain stoic and edgy, but he just couldn't. His facade was already shaky, and it completely broke once All Might put on the Gold Medal around his neck. Tears flowed freely as he smiled as hard as he could with his avian features. Dark Shadow popped out his belly to affectionately pat the back of his client. Overall, the image was enduring, and was probably a dream of Tokoyami when he was a child. A dream that came true.

Yagi smiled and beamed with pride at his students.

"Well, shit.", Bakugou cursed before getting bonked on the head of an irritated old lady.

"No swearing!", was all she said before she wandered off to whatever a school nurse does.

Normal Bakugou's reaction would've been to curse some more, but some things weren't worth the trouble. Instead his mind was focused on other things, like his failure to place in the Festival. The thought of not winning the Festival rustled his jimmies more than those days where Deku was grating instead of irritating.

But it's not like he could blame Deku for his loss. He nearly got his ass kicked by the only other patient in this room. In fact, no one has ever come close to kicking his ass as hard as invisalign. Not even shitty hair or Icy Hot came close to that bar. And he couldn't exactly ignore the rant given to him by Recovery Girl when he stubbornly tried to go to his next scheduled fight. But there will be other opportunities to prove his strength, so he can swallow his pride for now.

But something about that fight had unsettled the blond teen, and no, it wasn't just that little gremlin that tried to murder him mid fight. Though, now that he got a good look at it...it looked familiar. He's seen it somewhere, but where?

Bakugou let out a grumble of growls as he vainly tried to pinpoint the origin of the little killer. Instead of dwelling on the thing, he stole a glance to the sleeping girl a few beds away. A small smile grew on his lips as he stared at the only extra at this school that seemed to be worth his time. He hoped they got another chance to fight, because that fight was fun. Minus the nearly getting murdered part.

"Hagakure.", Bakugou mouthed to himself and from the corner of his eye he could've sworn he saw the girl stirr in her sleep. Yeah. What a nice name for an extra.

Todoroki fummed in anger that was legendary in his family. He tried his hardest. Poured blood sweat and tears into his planned victory over Endeavor. Only for it to be derailed against his final opponent. No matter how strong his mother's quirk was, it was somehow powerless against Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. Glacier upon glacier were powerless against the unstoppable eldritch monstrosity of Dark Shadow.

To add onto his humiliation, his father had decided he wasn't worth the time to be around and left halfway through the festival. If Shoto were to guess it was to save himself the shame of his "Masterpiece" sharing the family pastime of coming in second. Years of isolation and gut wrenching training and all for Endeavor to abandon him as if he were a stone on the road. It made Shoto's blood boil at the thought of being discarded, especially after all that man did to his family in the name of beating his longtime rival.

That was until he was notified of his father's admission to the hospital, and the news of Ghost and the Hero Killer fighting in Hosu. It didn't take much for the teen to connect the dots, and it made him even angrier.

He stood and gave a death glare towards a tv showing a still image of Ghost fighting the Hero Killer. Shoto found his breath labored and his patience stretched to the limits by the time he came across the image. Without hesitation, Shoto encased the poor device into a coffin of ice before walking away at a brisk pace. He won't fail where Endeavor did, and at long last his mother's suffering will be avenged.

"Is there any good news from this entire debacle?", said a rather irritated Kyo, surrounded by a pile of discarded papers.

She wasn't surprised to see her deputy shrug nonchalantly about the whole thing before talking as if the whole deal were nothing more than small talk. It wasn't like national security was at stake.

"We confirm that All Might and his former sidekick are taking a personal interest in the vigilante, and thus are likely to spearhead the recruitment.", Yama calmly stated.

"And?", Kyo continued with impatience.

"And the Hero Commission is following the tune of the media. For them, Ghost is now a wanted villain, and the Hosu Police department readily agreed.", added Yama, "Endeavor certainly helped with that sway in opinion as well."

Kyo could feel a headache coming from the bad news, and this is what she gets for trusting a delicate job to a bunch of spandex wearing morons who don't comprehend anything beyond punching things. It's too late now to interfere directly without looking like they are sponsoring a criminal that helped destroy a city.

"Send a representative to the Nighteye Agency and get our fingers involved in their work.", Kyo said with a sigh, "Let's make sure these meathead don't fuck things up."

"Language!", the Rock Politician scolded before rolling out the room in his wheelchair.

The young Prime Minister gazed out the window and hoped that the situation could be salvaged. That last thing they needed was to make an enemy of that power, and she had hope that All Might would be able to do it. But she feared that there would be no one to stop Ghost if they did.

Mongolia

"Son,'' said an old man sitting in front of a television.

"Father?", asked a young man who had hurried in the room.

Without his gaze leaving the television, the old man continued to speak in a deadly serious voice. "It pains me to say this, but I am afraid I cannot see your wedding to your lovely betrothed. But I must leave."

"Leave? Father, what brought up this?", the now confused man said.

"An old enemy of our people. An enemy so old that we forgot about them. Everyone except for me.", The old man said cryptically, "And before you try to talk me out of this: the answer is no, I won't reconsider. This is an enemy that MUST be dealt with."

The young man merely stared agaped at the old man before him, clearly unable to think of a comeback. He didn't notice when his dad had gotten up and rested his hand on his shoulder. The younger man tentatively looked at the older one as a child always does to their parents.

"I'm sorry, but it is a duty that bestowed upon me before I had you.", the old man said softly, "There's a stash of gold upstairs behind the portrait of your mother. Use it to help start your life with your wife-to-be, and make sure my grandkids live a happy life. Give them my love when they are born. This will be my last journey, and I won't be coming home."

"Dad, please.", the man said tearfully.

The old man hugged the younger man, "It's going to be okay son. I know you can do well.."

The two men remained locked in embrace as it would be the last time they would see each other. It was a sacrifice that neither had expected to ever take, but it was one that the old man needed to do. Even if his son would never truly understand why.

"So you've returned Devourer, after over three centuries. I will make sure that you return to your cage and your host is put to the sword."

Tension wasn't the appropriate word to describe the atmosphere of a small dingy bar. Between a mental unstable man child and a murderous self appointed policer of heroes, it was honestly surprising that neither were trying to kill each other.

It might have to do with the fact that said murder was quite battered and wounded when he arrived. Exhaustion also may have played a role in it as well, because Stain was drained from his fight with Ghost. Or maybe it was because of the hour of ranting Shigaraki did when Stain simply asked his conviction.

The Hero Killer looked like he wanted to murder Shigaraki right there for his simple motive of destroying things he hates or just to shut him up. But was occupied by a Kurogiri who was kindly dressing the wounds of the Hero Killer. And privately, the mist villain agreed with Stain on the matter of having Shigaraki shut up. Thankfully, the Hero Killer did just that.

"Quiet!", Stain said irritatedly, "Enough of your prattle! You've proven yourself to be nothing more than a child with no conviction. In any other circumstance, I would kill you for wasting my time with such an idiotic notion of an alliance!"

The temperature of the room dropped a few degrees as Shigaraki looked like he was about to charge the injured villain and disintegrate him.

"But.", Stain interjected, "I can agree with you on one thing."

In a singular and swift motion, Stain pulled out a knife and threw it at the board of pictures that Shigaraki had half heartedly set up in the bar. The knife struck the large photograph in the center of the board with a sickening thunk.

"That Ghost must die!", growled Stain.

Shigaraki Tomura smiled behind the hand of his Father as an unholy alliance had been forged.

Purple and thorny tendrils retreated from the computer and back into the hand of its 'owner'. All For One pondered the information that he had been given so graciously by the media and the public police report. It seems that Ghost is going to be a tough cookie to crack, especially if he were to take down someone of Endeavor's caliber without actually fighting him.

But one doesn't live as long as he does without being able to take down obstacles that appeared nigh invincible. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as invincible, and he should know. Analysis of Ghost's quirks and fighting styles, provided by his enemies in the daylight, are coming together to formulate a plan to get rid of the vigilante...permanently.

Shame. He really would've liked to take those quirks, but Ghost proved to be too much of a wildcard to capture and brought before him. Unless he wanted to fight Ghost in open battle, but he'd rather his enemies still think he was still dead at the moment. Maybe that vigilante's corpse might provide him another powerful minion. Kurogiri could use a younger brother after all.

But enough pondering the future. Right now he needs to focus on the present.

"Alexia, call the 'Doctor'.", All For One said nonchalantly to the ancient machine from his childhood.

"Calling the Doctor.", replied the robotic voice of the machine.

A new Nomu is needed to be created, and All For One wanted to make sure the Doctor had the right specifications.

The sterile scent of chemicals, plastic, and medicine filled the nostrils of Ingenium as he suddenly awoke from his deep sleep. The injured hero groggily turned his head as much as he could as he tried to gather his bearings. He was in a hospital, specifically inside an intensive care unit. He also assumed it was night, if the fact that that lights were off and his only source of light was the machines that beeped softly somewhere behind his bed.

But what awoke the hero was not the machines or anything to do with health. Instead it was a cold dread. A feeling he only got when someone or something was watching him. His thoughts quickly raced to Stain, and in his half-panic he believed the Hero Killer came to finish the job. But a more collected part of him told him that whoever was here was not hostile. He still kept his hand on the nurse call button just in case.

"Who's there?", He said weaker than he expected, "Show yourself."

The air to the side of his bed shimmered and rippled before revealing a figure clad in white. Even in the dark and being on all manner of painkillers Ingenium recognized the Ghost of Musustafu in an instant. The vigilante that supposedly saved his life.

"Ingenium. I am glad to see that you live.", Ghost whispered, "But I am afraid to tell you I didn't come here for a social visit."

"Then why did you come?", the hero grunted in exertion, "Why risk discovery to see an injured hero?"

Ghost titled his head to the side, "I seek information about the Hero Killer, and I figured you would have something that could help. Especially since the capture of the Hero Killer became...personal."

"I-I see.", Ingenium said, "I would suggest that you leave him to the other heroes, but you seem like the person that wouldn't take no for an answer."

Ingenium could've sworn he saw a toothy mouth form a smile beneath that dark hood, "Will you help?" was all that Ghost said.

"On one condition.", Ingenium grunted, "I have a younger brother, who is looking to become a hero like me. But my...accident tore him apart, and if I know my brother; then he will do something that he will regret."

"You want me to protect him?", Ghost inquired.

"Yes! Please, I want someone to watch him while I am here. It would put me at ease if you do. So can you do that, Ghost?", strained the Hero.

"I can.", Ghost said without any hesitation.

"His name is Tenya Ida. Keep him safe.", Tensei affirmed, "And here's what I know about the Hero Killer…"

Some Forshadowing is happening, and I hope you guys like it. Anyways, be sure to comment, kudos, and bookmark like you guys usually do. Thank you for the support and I'll see you in the next chapter.