Ottar quietly walked up to Freya, who was watching the fight, a smile on her lips, "You really want me to go against him next?"

"Oh, yes," Freya said, "If he can stay even with you, then we have a… Let's call it an Ace Killing Joker. You're the strongest adventurer in Orario, if we have a level one that can fight like a level seven…

"Then he's just gonna get more dangerous as he levels up. A level two would be… What, the equivalent of an eight? Three a nine? If he can keep up with me, we've got a real ace in the hole on our hands."

"Exactly. We'll be treating him as his effective rank rather than his de jure. That means pushing him up to fighting with the executives if he does well enough against you. Izuku, how much of One for All would you say you just used?"

"How do you know about-?"

"It's on your status," Lady Freya said, "alongside all the interesting abilities you use. Don't worry, as the leader of this Familia, I'm declaring it a Familia secret. Keep its use to a minimum outside Folkvangr. Now, how much?"

"Five percent?" Izuku said.

"And the maximum you can use?

"Safely, 50% I can go higher if I have to, but it risks damaging my ligaments, and I wasn't exactly safe with One for All when I first got it, so a couple more times of that and I might lose the ability to use my arms…"

"You," Freya ordered one of the Level Ones, "go get Heith, we'll see if she can't do anything about that. As for you, Izuku, I'm granting you permission to use five percent out of emergency scenarios, alongside Danger Sense. Anything above should be in life or death situations in the dungeon or under specific order of Ottar or I. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Izuku nodded.

"We'll have to look into getting you Durendal gauntlets and grieves if you do well enough. Now, Izuku, I want you to go all out against Ottar. Hold nothing back, he can take it."

Ottar stepped into the "arena", drawing his greatsword and preparing himself as Izuku crouched repeatedly.

Then both King and Joker moved as one.

—

Izuku dashed forwards, wrapping Blackwhip around Ottar's sword, slamming it into the ground and aiming a kick at the center of his chest. At the last second, Ottar's arms flexed and he tore his sword from Blackwhip, putting it up in a guard as Izuku slammed home. Hairpin fractures spread acoss the blade and Izuku whirled around, slamming his foot into Ottar's head as the pig man threw the broken sword aside and caught a second one thrown from a member standing on the side.

Swinging it, Ottar carved a trench in the air, Danger Sense screaming at Izuku as he flipped out of the way. Ottar turned the slash into a lightning fast thrust, slicing into Izuku's side even through One for All. Izuku responded by driving a kick into Ottar's face at the same time, sending him flying back with a broken nose. He snorted out a wad of blood and cartilage, but brought his sword up nonetheless.

Izuku and Ottar took off so fast neither of them could tell who moved first. Izuku clapped his hands on the flats of the blade, using the momentum to flip in the air before bringing his left foot down in an axe kick. A second from impact, Ottar spun his blade and threw Izuku off. The green haired boy gripped an imaginary gearstick, shifting into Top Gear and launching forwards at maximum speed.

Everyone watched as Ottar suddenly went flat on his back, coughing up blood as Izuku stood behind him, shifting back into normal gear, "Quintuple Detroit Smash!"

Ottar struggled to stand, spitting out another wad of blood and giving laboured pants as he leaned on his sword, before launching forwards and swinging his sword for Izuku. Izuku dodged repeatedly, feeling the wind blow across his skin. As they went, he saw Ottar's chest and nose shift. He was healing.

"Silver Moon's Mercy, The Golden Wilderness. This Body Is Destined For The Wild Boar Of The War. Run Through, Carry The Goddess's Will… Hilidis Veni!"

Ottar's sword glowed with a golden light, while at the same time, his fingernails grew into claws. Instinctively, Izuku knew Ottar had been holding back before now. Of course, so had Izuku.

Gripping the transmission, Izuku slammed it into top gear, rushing behind Ottar, "One for All, Gearshift, Fa Jin! Overdrive, Quintuple Detroit Smash!"

All five blows drove Ottar flying forwards, which he braked with his clawed hand. Flipping over, Ottar was in Izuku's guard in less than a second. Izuku wrapped Blackwhip around his arm, trying to use it as a makeshift shield only for the blade to sink into his arm as Izuku drove a hurried Manchester Smash into Ottar's chest, sending him flying back and letting Izuku pull the sword from his arm and toss it back at Ottar as he stood up.

"It looks like," Izuku said, panting for breath, "We're both…"

"Still brimming with energy, right?" Ottar finished for him, tightening his monstrous grip on his sword while Izuku squatted repeatedly.

"Yeah," Izuku said.

"Well that's too bad. I've seen enough," Freya said, staring at Izuku with a certain hunger in her eyes, "I don't suppose anyone here will protest if I treat Izuku as an executive level fighter?"

Nobody raised a protest, everyone, and there had to be a hundred people or more watching, staring at him and Ottar in awe.

—

Heith Velvet sighed as she flowed Zeo Gullveig into Ottar. The redhead watched as her Captain's chest snapped into place and reinflated in some areas. His nose snapped in place, cartilage regrowing. This was a mess.

Did they realize the monster they had on their hands? Lady Freya must. A level 1 capable of stat boosting himself to fight equally with a level 7? That wasn't an Adventurer, that was a monster in human skin and gods knew where he came from.

Finishing healing Ottar, Heith turned to another member of the Andhrímnir, who offered her a piece of parchment on a clipboard. Reading over the analytical spell, Heith winced.

She had seen bodies come back from the dungeon with less injuries than Midoriya Izuku had, even ignoring the half cut off arm from Ottar. Shards of bone missing from his right hand, deformed fingers, like they had to heal manually from major damage, Scars both natural and surgical, a large patch of scar tissue on the same arm that likely required constant compression, numerous breaks along his arms that hadn't set as right as magic would make them, a damaged spine, more, though less extreme, damage on his left arm, ligaments at the verge of snapping in both arms, multiple breaks in his legs, signs of oxygen deprivation in his cells…

Who ever tended to him before clearly hadn't had any experience with magical healing, which made her wonder about his past. Did he have a parent to drilled him into the ground? An institution that did it? What pushed a boy no older than her to shatter his body so much? And for what, a glorified supersoldier running the risk of burning out at any time from damage to his arms? The cost just didn't outweigh the effort in Heith's mind. And those skills, so many of them and so varied, what caused them, even more intensive training? It wasn't unheard of for an Adventurer to start with a skill, but so many implied a training regime in the levels of insanity, that pushed the unblessed body to and passed the breaking point.

Thank the goddess they had put him in a magically induced coma before all this, because there was going to be a lot of rebreaking bones.