Welp, new chapter and we start to move the plot from here on out, so you know what that means?

Stain Arc... oh boy.

So, the response I've gotten regarding the smut in the last chapter has been pretty positive, in fact, one of my favorite comments was how wholesome it was, but as you will see shortly, not all were pleased about it and I will address it going forward.

So, review time:

fallendemon248: A hint of who "she" is is in Chapter 15 :) and glad you enjoyed it, though I may have to put the Mina focused date for another time as I shouldn't be dragging my feet any longer, but don't worry, our two fav fluffy heads will have a date ;)

MeGuesta: Well glad you enjoyed it, and I'll be honest, I have felt that the last chapter did seem to have less "content" filled, but I felt having the scene prep and then the smut in a single chapter be the focus. Otherwise, I'm sorry, but I don't fully understand the "lack of content" comment.

The Phoenix11: Here's the thing, this is based on the MMORPG "Final Fantasy XIV", where you can switch between the different jobs to better handle the situation., Be it tanking, healing, or DPS... or heck... sewing. I have also done some things different where his classmates and the enemies Izuku faces are upscaled to combat the kits. Like how the Nomu basically kept Izuku at bay or the Rotten Gobbue that was summoned.

LadyPhoenix68: I have stated many times in the past within the author's notes that there will be smut, initially I was going to censor it on FFN, but decided not to as not to alienate the readers here, hence the introduction of the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Line to allow people to bypass it. However, I have also decided that I will leave an asterisk (*) in the title name to mark which of these chapters are basically just the smut chapters so people can just outright skip them if need be. Also to note, there won't be many of them, as that was my initial goal when I first started writing this story a year ago.

Will the smut chapters continue? Yes.

Will they be their own single chapters for those who wish to skip them? Yes.

Are they important to the overarching plot? Yes, because of consequences.

So, if you still unfollow the story because of my decisions for this story, I wish you luck and happy reading some of the other fine stories on FFN. If not, then I hope you do keep enjoying the story from here on out.

With that all said! Hold onto your butts - it's time for the latest chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to My Hero Academia and Final Fantasy XIV, they belong to their copyright holders.

Chapter 41

I'm a what-now?!

Eri watched as the buildings and people sped by her window, ducking back down from her viewing spot every once in a while; eventually, she settled back down in her seat, still wearing an expression of worry as she felt the gentle hand of Inko placed softly on hers. Turning towards her grandmother, Eri's gaze met her grandmother's gaze, who was smiling down at the child, her thumb rubbing the back of the smaller hand as she spoke gently, "Still a little nervous, huh?"

"I-I'm worried about papa… a-and mama Momo… I thought they would be back this morning, but I haven't even gotten a m-message yet." spoke the small child, gently starting to tear up as Inko's smile shifted into a more somber one, gently pulling Eri close towards her.

"I know it can be scary when you don't hear from loved ones; your… papa was like that as well when he was your age." Inko said softly, hoping Eri didn't pick up on the pause. Despite how much Inko loved having Eri as a granddaughter, she was still coming to terms with referring to her baby boy as a father. Which, to be honest, was a typical response when your eighteen-year-old baby boy suddenly adopts a frightened and traumatized little girl due to some cosmic entity bringing them together.

If she ever met Hydaelyn, goddess or not, Inko Midoriya would have words with her.

Returning back to the issue at hand, Inko's attention returned to Eri, who had a look of surprise on her face, "P-papa was like that too?"

Inko smiled, memories of bygone days where a younger Izuku would often worry and fret over his mother when she was late from a shift or had to pull double duty without informing him. However, that was more of the case of it being an emergency, and she couldn't contact him, "Oh yes, your papa was such a worrier, even to this day, he's still the as he was back then, so rest assured that Izuku is going to be giving you lots of hugs as soon as he sees you, my dear."

"And it is an excellent trait to have in our line of work, young Eri." spoke up Nezu, who had been seated on a nearby seat not too far from the pair, sipping some tea which had been made and pulled out from a compartment beside him, "As I am sure your mother will have worried just as much as you have…" continued the dean, who watched as Eri slowly began to blush and fidget gently, due to the warmth she had felt from the love of not only one mother, but four in total.

"Now, I need to speak to your grandmother for a few moments, in private, sadly."

Eri's demeanor changed instantly; a worry crept along her face until she saw the nonplussed smile on the small creature's face, which eased her down a little, until eventually she yawned and nestled herself against Inko, resting her head on the woman's lap, and passed out into a gentle slumber.

Inko gently sighed, petting the head of her grandchild as she gave an emotionless expression look towards Nezu, "You didn't need to do that; now she'll be cranky later in the day."

"My apologies, but this is a rather serious topic and not meant for little ears to listen to, plus I'm sure she will be perfectly fine for the ball this evening, considering how tired she was from her little sleepover with the other girls last night." the dean said in an amused sort of tone, which made Inko gently rub the bridge of her nose, before looking back at the creature.

"Anyway, what did you wish to discuss?"

"Well, as it is not a total shock, it is about your son." Nezu said, taking a sip of his tea, placing the cup back on the saucer, and continuing, "Do you remember the outfit he was wearing during the match against Mr. Shinso? The one with the black armor and covering over his face?"

Inko shivered at the memory, seeing her baby boy not only point a gun towards one of his fellow schoolmates and fire a warning shot that barely missed the student's head, but also how the air seemed to grow colder while in that foreboding garb.

That and the recognizable dried bloodstains that covered the leather boots and fringe ends of the coat also did not help matters.

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes' then." Nezu said with another sip of his tea, "The reason I bring it up is because of how he acted during that match, before him shifting into his warrior kit and going toe to toe with All Might."

Now Inko looked worried, still gently rubbing the head of the sleeping child on her lap, "Is there something wrong with my Izuku?"

"Mmn… 'wrong' wouldn't be the correct term, but more a suspicion, really." Nezu said as he placed the saucer and cup back into the small cubby he had taken it from and brought his hands together and rested them on his stomach, "It seems our initial estimate of how much of Quinn's mental or physical being affects your son was a little more off than we had initially anticipated." Seeing the continued worry and now confusion on her face, Nezu cleared his throat, and his smile faded to a blank line, "Let me make it a little clearer, as I'm sure you noticed, that whenever Izuku has shifted into one of his various kits, a personality trait of his becomes more… prominent than the others, this is due to the nature of how Quinn gave his aether to your son."

Seeing the mother nodding her head in understanding, Nezu brought both of his hands up as if he was pondering, "However, this is where the problem stems from as well. The soul crystals used in giving the aether stored within had the life experiences of many previous wielders, but a couple of them were only wielded by Quinn himself. They, therefore, would have used more of his aether."

"W-what are you saying, sir?"

Nezu leaned back into his chair, hands still in front of his face as he looked her dead in the eye, "It's possible that Quinn's natural Miqo'te instincts were passed along to Izuku as well, how strong they are is still being looking into by Krile, but if our suspicions are correct… well.." the small creature shrugged, a mirthful smirk came across his lips as Inko felt a cold sweat run down the side of her face while the dean looked at her.

"Let's just hope you were expecting a lot of grandchildren, Ms. Midoriya."

"... I'm sorry, but I am not quite sure I heard you right." Inko spoke, her face vacant of expression as she was sitting on a rather lavish-looking couch, with Nezu beside her, while across from them, sitting on an equally lavish couch, was Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu. All four adults drank tea and ate various pastries on a silver platter top of a mahogany wood table. Roland was standing off to the side, ready to serve his employer's and guests should the need arise.

Inko looked like she was still comprehending the scale of the new development, looking between the two parents across from her as she spoke up once again, "My son and your daughter… are engaged?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes." answered the patriarch of the Yaoyorozu family, "It is merely a formality we had to take to not only protect Momo but Izuku as well."

"Protect him?" Inko's vacant confused look now morphed into one of worry, "W-was something going to happen to my baby boy?"

The green-haired mother felt the warm hand of Mrs. Yaoyorozu placed upon hers, a small but sad smile on her lips as she spoke gently, "Sadly, it's tied more to the politics our family has been part of within the business world and… ugh, 'upper crust' if you will. While Momo has an excellent understanding of the in's and out's of all this…." The slightly older woman sighed gently, "Izuku is a little, and I mean no offense by this… but he is still naive when it comes to things of this nature, and there would be those that could exploit him and his helpful attitude, even doing so that could hurt both himself and Momo."

Inko listened intently to the mother of one of her son's lover's, processing what was being said, and after a few moments, "So, and I apologize if I'm overstepping, but by announcing the Izuku and Momo are to be married, at some point, would protect both of them from underhanded dealings within the business world?"

"Not only that, but it also means that Izuku would be directly backed by the Yaoyorozu corporation, not just in terms of support as a hero, but also other endeavor's later in life, should he choose." spoke up Momo's father, taking a sip of tea, "While views from the outside world will see the engagement as legitimate, those who actually know, would have our children decide when to actually have an engagement."

"You say that as a possibility there wouldn't be one in the future." came the voice of Momo, with Izuku standing beside her at the doorway with a small child neither of her parents nor Roland had ever seen before, clinging close to the boy as Izuku was gently rubbing her back and holding her up by one arm. As both hero students waltzed into the room, Inko and Nezu shifted on the couch to allow the two to sit comfortably in the middle, Izuku still holding Eri close to him as she had her head buried into his chest, clearly afraid of the newcomers.

Mr. Yaoyorozu cleared his throat, taking another sip of tea in the process, "My apologies, sweetheart, I didn't mean to infer such a possibility, but merely stating that with both of you training to be heroes, planning such an event would be a monumental undertaking."

'You don't know the half of it.' thought the other people sitting on the couch, as well as Mrs. Yaoyorozu. She already knew of the type of relationship that her daughter and future son-in-law were in.

However, her focus wasn't on the conversation but on little Eri. While she wore the mask of subtly quite well in most social interactions, within herself, she was jumping in joy at how cute and adorable her new granddaughter was.

Oh, she was going to spoil her!

Her husband would move his attention towards the young girl now, clearly intrigued at her presence, "And who is the little one you carry so fondly, Midoriya? The way she clings to you is almost similar to how Momo was when she was about her age."

"Father!" Momo said with a bright blush on her cheek, causing the adults and Izuku to chuckle lightly at seeing the usually calm heiress fluster like that. The only one who wasn't laughing was Eri, as she had turned slightly to stare at the older couple on the other couch, her ruby eyes looking between the both of them and then towards Momo, who was pouting slightly with her cheeks puffed up.

What happened next had filled the room with pure silence.

"Mama?" Eri asked gently, her eyes looking back to the now stunned Yaoyorozu's and the butler waiting off to the side of the room, "...A-are these my new grandma and grandpa?"

A cold sweat slowly ran down the side of Izuku's face as Eri asked the question. His eyes were wide in shock as he slowly, almost robotically looked towards Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu. He found that Momo's mother was slightly blushing, her hands up to her lips and gasping at his daughter, possibly from how adorable Eri was being from just asking a simple question.

Which wasn't a surprising thing; Eriis cute and adorable.

His eyes soon shifted slowly to Mr. Yaoyorozu, and honestly, he kinda wished he hadn't. The older man was barely holding it together, his face pale, and Izuku swore he had gotten a few extra grey hairs just now. The chattering of his resting teacup on the saucer echoed in the silence of the room as he remained in such a state. At the same time, the hero-in-training slowly looked over to Roland.

Izuku was about to call out Roland's name in worry because it seemed the old butler was having a mild stroke. His lower right eye was twitching, and he swore he could hear the attendant mutter something about owing Hans money.

"Eri," Momo said, seeing the reactions of her parents as well, and was smiling gently at the small child, "These are my parents, so yes, they are your grandparents, would you like to introduce yourself to them, sweety?"

Eri looked frightened for a moment; her hand on Izuku's shirt tightened, which wasn't unnoticed upon all in the room, almost knocking the two older men out of their stupor to see such a reaction. However, with a gentle and motherly smile on her lips, Momo offered her hand, and Izuku whispered something gently into Eri's ear, which calmed down the child slightly.

Taking her mother's hand and being assisted by Izuku to be lowered down to the ground. Eri walked towards the space in front of her new grandparents, tightly holding onto Momo's hand before gently letting go, bringing her hands in front of her petite body and gently bowing to the both of them, "H-Hello… um... M-my name is Eri M-M-Midoriya… My papa is I-I-Izuku Midoriya, and um… my c-" She stopped, taking a small breath of air and her hands fidgeting as she looked to Momo, and then Izuku, both giving her warm smiles of encouragement as Eri turned around to face the older couple, "M-my quirk is t-touched based and v-very dangerous… I-If you could, p-please ask before coming closer to me as... I d-d-don't have control over it yet, and I don't want to hurt anyone."

The small child shook and looked up towards Momo, smiling proudly at Eri when she felt the warm hand rest upon her back. However, it did not spook her as bad as it usually would have since Eri knew her mother was beside her. Eri's attention was soon stolen away from the heiress as she heard the shifting of a soft cloth in front of her, and the small child would gaze upon the older version of her mother, smiling happily at her.

"Hello dear, my name is Ichika Yaoyorozu, and I am Momo's mother… would it be alright if I gave you a hug?"

Looking back to Momo, who softly told her it was her choice, and she shouldn't feel pressured to accept, and then staring into the wizened eyes of her new grandmother. For a few silent moments, nothing was said until Eri slowly nodded.

Ichika smiled brightly, gently moving a little closer and offering her hand to the small child, who took it slowly and was very slow and gently brought into a loving embrace. Eri gasped gently before hugging back, wrapping her arms tightly around her new grandma as the hug felt just as warm as grandma Inko's hugs. So she knew that this was a person to trust.

A gentle clearing of a throat soon broke Eri out of her spell as she turned to see the now kneeling older man beside both her and her grandma, "Hello little one, my name is Kanshiro Yaoyorozu, I am Momo's father, and would it be alright if I hugged you as well?"

Now, this was entirely new for Eri, as she hadn't had a 'grandpa' and was still a new concept to the child. But feeling the hold of both her mother and new grandmother in their warming embrace, Eri blinked a couple of times before slowly nodding, causing Kanshiro to smile just as warmly and embrace both the women and the little girl in a warm embrace.

Inko was doing her best not to cry a river (and sadly failing) while Nezu kept sipping his tea to the onlookers. Meanwhile, Izuku was smiling brightly at the scene, watching the small family for Eri grow larger and larger. However, unbeknownst to the child who was nuzzling against her mother in the hug and had her eyes closed, Izuku had caught the stern look coming from the Kanshiro towards him. This look screamed he had a lot of explaining to do.

Mentally, Izuku sighed to himself, 'Well, looks like I'm not out of the woods yet.'

Izuku grunted in frustration as he was once again fiddling with the tie that Momo had made for him not so long ago before the previous party head attended. After a few more quick twists and turns, the green-haired boy huffed as he looked over his new outfit, which he had to admit was much more simplistic compared to his suit before.

Staring back at his reflection, Izuku took in the rather pitch-black dress pants and shoes he was wearing, the fine leather polished to the point of reflecting back the bright lights from above with a brilliant sheen to them. His upper body was covered with a tailored dark green dress shirt, where it wasn't tight on his body; it was made of a fabric that felt like it was showing off the muscles he had built up over the months of training he had done, and still did to this day.

After all, Mog did say that he would have needed to do that to keep in shape.

While his arms felt bare, despite being covered by the silk-like material that his dress shirt was made from, Izuku was sporting a pitch-black vest that covered his torso, which clung to his chest and back and honestly felt like wearing body armor, despite how light it felt on him. A gentle knocking was heard from the door of the guest room he had been using to get changed in. Izuku's eyes were focused on the task at hand; he called out for them to enter, only to hear the softly of gasp coming from the very recognizable voice of his visitor.

"Izuku, it's almost time to head downstairs." Momo spoke with a soft tone to her voice, the clacking of heels echoing as she walked closer to her 'fiance', "Still having trouble with the tie?"

"I swear, whoever made ties is one of history's greatest villains." replied Izuku as he huffed and grumbled, finally giving up on the tie to turn around and let his frustrated look suddenly vanish into one of pure awe.

Standing before him was Momo, smiling gently at him wearing a deep red evening gown that not only clung to her curvaceous body but did open up the lower you looked down the skirt. The neckline formed a deep cut 'V' design that, while being modest in design, still showed off the young woman's plump breasts that seemed to be held up by the straps. She wore equally red evening gloves that not only defined the musculature and strength in her arms but showed the tiny bit of fat she had as the top hemline of the gloves sunk slightly into her skin just below her shoulders. Lastly, a silken collar was wrapped around her neck, with the emblem of the Yaoyorozu company logo stitched into the center.

Izuku's eyes slowly looked up to Momo's face as she was smiling gently at him, her cheeks slightly rosy from the way Izuku had been checking out what she was warming. He then noticed that she was wearing a little bit of makeup, specifically, eyeliner that really showed off Momo's unique eyes, with her lashes thickened and elongated that nearly sent his heart into a tizzy from the way she was looking at him. However, he had yet to notice the dark green jeweled earrings that hung off of her lobes.

Momo took a few more steps closer to Izuku, her hands resting on his chest as she looked over him with her onyx eyes before looking up to meet his gaze, "And here I thought you couldn't get any more handsome."

"A-and I didn't think you could improve upon perfection…." Izuku said with a deep blush, looking worried when Momo had leaned her head back in shock at what he said, blushing madly before her expression melted into a soft smile. She leaned up, gently kissing his lips softly.

It took everything for Izuku not to deepen the kiss and start something neither of them could stop.

Separating slightly, Momo's hands moved up his chest to grab the folds of the tie, slowly and silently beginning to tie it for him. The silence hung in the air for a few moments, while Momo suddenly spoke up, her eyes not leaving from her task, "I hope father wasn't too upset in regards to not telling him about Eri, I can tell he loves the fact he has an adorable granddaughter, but he often doesn't like big surprises like that."

Izuku shifted on his feet, chuckling in embarrassment, looking down and smiling softly at Momo, "Yeah… he wasn't too thrilled about that, but I did tell him the cover story Nezu gave us, and he did believe it, as well as he seemed to be really steamed when I mentioned of some of what Eri went through."

"You should have seen mother and Helga when we were taking Eri's measurements; I swore I have never seen either of them that upset before." Momo said, tightening the tie before smoothing it out, her gaze looking up into Izuku's, who at this point wrapped his strong arms around her.

"Were there any issues? I know Eri is still very uncomfortable with her scars unless it's with us or the others."

"Well…" Momo shifted slightly in his arms, smirking softly and looking away for a moment, "Helga is rather loud, and she did frighten Eri a little at first, but the measurements went well, though I did have to do them while Helga instructed me since Eri didn't feel all that comfortable around her."

Izuku sighed gently, nodding his head. Despite all the positive experiences that Eri was having since she came to UA, there were times she would go back to old habits, even around himself and the girls. Thinking that any slight she had made would leave her all alone again, and he could still see it even after the small child was held tightly in a group hug with her papa and mothers.

"Though, she did have a giggle when it was me and your mother's turn to be measured," Momo said amusingly, gently pulling away from Izuku and taking his arm into hers, both walking out of the guest room and beginning their trek towards the main ballroom.

"Oh?"

"Just some comments that Helga said is all, something along the lines of making baby clothes."

Izuku froze in his tracks, stunned at what Momo had just revealed to him. The sudden jolt caused Momo to stop as quickly as well, looking worried that she may have said something upsetting to Izuku, considering everything that has been revealed as well as their previous evening's "activities".

As Momo watched his facial expressions, Izuku's eyes darted slightly left and right while staring at the ground, his lips trembling as if not from worry, but as if he was saying something that she couldn't quite pick up. Slowly, he turned his head back towards her, the shocked expression now a gentle smile as he leaned in and gently pecked her lips, "S-sorry about that, just… the gravity of that kinda hit me for a second."

"S… So you're not opposed to the idea?" Momo asked, her arm tightening his own slightly while her other hand was brought up to her chest.

Izuku blushed, his fingers entwined with hers where their arms were connected, but he was smiling, "Not opposed to it at all, just… something to look forward to in the future, but um… not anytime soon, i-if that makes sense?"

Momo took in his words silently, blushing for a moment before smiling and resting her head on her shoulder, giggling gently at the thought of "what the future held".

As they began to continue their walk towards the entrance into the ballroom for which they would be introduced together, both students were shocked to see someone leaning against the wall beside the large doors. However, his presence wasn't a shock to see here, given that he was the only one to handle disabling Eri's quirk should it sprout up suddenly during the event, but also be stealthful as not to be noticed by, if not all of the guests.

No, what was a shock was seeing Aizawa, though it was partially covered by his scarf and goggles, was wearing a tailored tux, all black, of course. And as their teacher pushed himself off of the wall and looked towards them with the same stern look on his face, it was also rather odd seeing his hair look combed for once, as well as tied into a ponytail. Both Izuku and Momo both gave their teacher a respectable bow as the warrior of light spoke up as he was raising up, "Good evening, Mr. Aizawa. I can't tell you how wonderful it is that you could make it tonight."

Aizawa crossed his arms, looking at the green-haired boy, sighing gently, "You know how much I despise these events, Problem Child."

Izuku nodded gently, nervously chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, "Y-Yes sir…."

"Still, it is wonderful you did make it, Mr. Aizawa." Momo said as she placed her free hand on Izuku's arm that she was holding, rubbing it gently to help the young man calm down.

"Well, when Nezu asked me to attend this event to be one of the bodyguards for Eri, it only seemed logical." Aizawa sighed as he turned his body to the side to let the two of them pass, "All Might has already met up with your mother and Eri, and they are currently in a more private room where the number of people won't upset her. Also, the dean has seen fit to have… ugh… his 'Mooglesguard' flying around and making sure things are safe as well, being invisible, of course."

"Regardless, Eri not only has me, All Might, and Nezu with her, but I think Mr. Yaoyorozu also posted a few of the estate's personal security forces around as well. If anyone tries anything with Eri… well, I'd hate to be them." Aizawa smirked under his scarf, heading off to go back to the secondary ballroom where his 'VIP currently was located. As both students watched their teacher leave, they turned towards one another and shared a warm chuckle at how hard Aizawa often tried to hide the fact he cared deeply about not only his students but also Eri.

They soon stepped up to the double doors that would lead them towards the main ballroom, hearing the music beginning to die down, possibly from Aizawa reporting in that they were there when he left, Momo turned her head towards Izuku, a look of worry on her face, more than likely feeling nervous, "You ready, Izuku?"

"For this? More so than I was about twenty minutes ago since I have you here with me." Izuku said quietly and smiled at Momo, who in turn was blushing brightly once again and leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

Izuku smiled as he faced forward again, exhaling out a deep breath as the doors slowly opened before the pair and a whole new experience waiting for them.

"I take it your recovery is proceeding well, my student…." All for One spoke from the snowy TV screen above the bar counter, speaking towards Shigaraki as the young adult was nursing a drink. The villain had finally recovered from his rather "pitiful" invasion attempt at the USJ, and to say he was livid for being out cold for so long while the quirk he was "traded" with reattached his hand was an understatement.

He thought the removal of his "Decay" was a punishment by his sensei, considering how much of a shit show everything had turned out to be, but his master had informed him that he would have it returned once he was fully healed and told to make it a "learning experience". What also wasn't improving his mood was the fact that he had watched the same "cheater" win the UA Sports Festival; even if he looked like he died, the brat had still survived, according to a news statement released by the university.

His red eyes looked up to the screen, his face still covered by the hand of his father, "I can feel everything in my hand now, sensei… and eager to get started again."

"Started again?" the much older voice said with a mirth of curiosity in his tone.

"You told me to learn from my experiences, Sensei." The pale-haired boy shifted his head up, "And I have been doing some thinking after watching that stupid festival. I went into that large area thinking that I would win because I had a powerful party member and all those useless NPC's, thinking numbers would secure the win. But, I was wrong."

Despite the hand covering his face, the sneer of his lips could be felt in his voice, "I need quality over quantity. Yes, having numbers is important, but what's the point when they can't pull their weight on the DPS? No… no…" Shigaraki brought his free hand up to his neck and scratched at it slowly, "I-I need to… hold back… find some good party members, and grind. Make sure that we over-level and can withstand anything those pathetic heroes can toss at me."

There was a heavy silence in the room for a few moments; Kurogiriover-level, who had been dutifully cleaning a glass, also stopped and waited for his master's reply to what the young villain had said.

A few moments had passed once again before the gentle clapping, and low chuckle of his master echoed out in the bar, "Excellent, my boy. A fine plan indeed; you have learned well from your past mistakes."

The clapping soon stopped, silencing filling the room before All for One spoke once again, this time his voice stronger and much more commanding, "Kurogiri, bring my student to me twenty minutes from now so that I can return his quirk to him, then I have a potential ally for you to go and recruit to Tomura's plan, a reward for his ingenuity."

"Of course, sir," Kurogiri replied and bowed on the screen before it flickered off and another one turned on, revealing the doctor standing in front of one of the High-End Nomu's tanks.

"Doctor, how is the 'experiment'?"

"Ah, good evening, sir." The rotund older man said as he turned to the monitor and bowed to it, "The process has begun, and from what I can tell, everything is in the green. I do not have an estimated time for the full conversion, but that hooded man did say it would take a few weeks at most, given the nature of what is happening."

"That is fine, so long as nothing happens to it during the conversion, then continue your work and prepare some more high ends with the specifications Nabriales has given you." The voice from the monitor said sternly, the doctor bowing to it once again with a dark smile on his lips.

"Of course, my master, and I am eager to see the fruits of our labor. The "demonstration" at the sports festival was quite outstanding."

"Agreed, continue on, good doctor." The screen blipped off as the squat man slowly turned back towards the tube, the smile ever-present upon his lips as he looked over the changing form of the Nomu within the tank.

Before, it had been a hulking brute of a high-end, with some innate fire breathing quirk that had been improved upon by All for One with the addition of new quirks. However, whatever that crystal that had been infused into the chest of his creation was doing, was truly remarkable as the beast had grown a few sizes larger, though its bulk seemed to be lost as the Nomu was now more spindly looking, with its fingers fused into three rather large and deadly looking claws, with thumbs to match. A tail had begun to form at its backend. At the same time, its upper body seemed slightly more hunched over, and forming just underneath where its face and exposed brain met were two small horns that were growing slowly with each day that passed.

"You are truly a beautiful creature, aren't you?" spoke the doctor to himself as his eyes looked down to the new nameplate that had been added after the conversion had begun.

And on that nameplate, it read "Project: Primal; Code name - Ifrit."