Chapter 21: A Promise Fulfilled

It had been almost two and a half years since the death game started, and as much as Izuku Midoriya and Asuna Yuuki had hoped for peace, the battle for survival was far from over. After spending nearly six months away from the front lines, they were now preparing to rejoin the Knights of the Blood Oath, summoned back by Heathcliff himself. The quiet moments they had shared were about to end, and the weight of their reality was closing in once again.

Asuna lay sprawled across the bed, her expression twisted into a playful pout. "I can't believe we didn't get to go to the hot spring after the wedding," she grumbled, kicking her legs lazily in the air. "You know, that was supposed to be our honeymoon. Now we have to go straight back to fighting…"

Deku chuckled as he adjusted his gear, glancing over at her. "We've taken plenty of time off, Asuna," he said, his tone light, though there was an edge of seriousness behind it. "Even fewer people are fighting on the front lines now than when we left. Honestly, I'm surprised Heathcliff didn't call us back sooner."

Asuna sighed, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. She knew Deku was right, though part of her longed for just a little more time away from the harsh reality of Aincrad. The months they'd spent together, free from the constant danger, had been precious, but the game didn't allow for such luxuries forever.

Deku moved toward the closet, his fingers brushing against the handle before he opened it slowly. His eyes fell on his Blackwyrm Coat, neatly folded and ready for use. He stared at it for a moment, memories of the last time he had worn it flooding his mind—memories of battles fought, lives saved, and sacrifices made. He took a deep breath, reaching out and running his fingers over the fabric.

"It's time we rejoin the fight," Deku said quietly, pulling the coat from the closet and slipping it on. The familiar weight of it settled across his shoulders, reminding him of the responsibilities they both carried.

Asuna sat up, her gaze softening as she watched him. "I know," she said, her voice a little gentler now. "We can't hide forever, can we?"

Deku gave her a small smile. "No. But we'll get through this together."

As they finished gathering their things and prepared to leave their small cabin, the air around them seemed heavier with the knowledge that they were returning to the front lines. The break they had taken had been much needed, but now it was time to face the challenges ahead.

Deku and Asuna stepped into the grand office of the Knights of the Blood Oath's headquarters, greeted by the imposing presence of Heathcliff seated behind his desk. The room, with its towering shelves of books and maps strewn across the table, felt more like the war room it had become over the last few years. Heathcliff's deep crimson armor gleamed in the afternoon light filtering through the large windows. His expression, as always, was unreadable, though there was an air of urgency in the way he sat.

"Welcome back," Heathcliff said, his voice calm but with a touch of warmth. "It's been some time."

Deku and Asuna exchanged a glance before stepping closer to his desk. Asuna, the second-in-command of the Knights, dipped her head slightly in greeting. "We came as soon as we received your message."

Heathcliff nodded, folding his hands together. "I called you both back because we are facing a critical moment in this game." His eyes shifted toward the map spread across the desk, showing the current status of the upper floors. "As you know, we're losing more players by the day. Not just to the brutality of Aincrad's floors, but also to the apathy of those who have accepted living in this world."

Deku frowned at the remark, his mind lingering on those who had chosen to give up fighting and settle in the relative peace of the lower floors. The weight of two and a half years in this game had taken its toll on everyone. Still, hearing Heathcliff speak about it so bluntly sent a ripple of discomfort through him.

"We need a major victory," Heathcliff continued, his tone becoming more intense. "Something to rekindle the hope in the hearts of those who have lost it. I believe finding and defeating the 80th-floor boss would serve that purpose."

Asuna shifted beside Deku, her expression hardening with resolve. "Do we know where the boss room is located?"

Heathcliff leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Not yet. But we have multiple search groups reporting that they believe they're close to locating it. If all goes well, we'll be preparing for a raid soon."

Deku listened intently, but something about Heathcliff's calm demeanor struck him as odd. For someone discussing the fate of hundreds of players and the future of their escape from Aincrad, Heathcliff seemed too composed, too sure of himself. Deku's mind started to wander, questioning the legendary strength that Heathcliff possessed—his shield, which many had come to see as an unbeatable force. It almost felt like…

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Asuna, who was fully immersed in the conversation. Heathcliff's words were measured, his plans sound, but there was something in his tone that made Deku uneasy. Why had they been called back now, after so long? And why did it feel like Heathcliff was more in control of this game than any of them had realized?

"We'll do whatever it takes to make sure this raid succeeds," Asuna said firmly, her confidence clear.

Heathcliff nodded approvingly, his eyes flickering over both of them. "I'm glad to hear it. Your return will surely boost the morale of the other players." His gaze lingered on Deku for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the map, signaling the conversation was over.

As Deku and Asuna left Heathcliff's office, Deku's mind continued to churn. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The way Heathcliff spoke, the precision of his plans—it felt too perfect, too controlled. Deku couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Heathcliff than what met the eye.

Internally, Deku resolved to start looking into what had been happening in the guild during their absence. He had to figure out if his suspicions were grounded in reality or if his nerves were just getting the better of him.

As Deku and Asuna wandered through the hallways of the Knights of the Blood Oath's headquarters, the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling guild filled the space around them. Deku's thoughts were elsewhere, however. Heathcliff's words still lingered in his mind, and his suspicions about the guild leader gnawed at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, but figuring out where to start was proving to be a challenge.

Just as they rounded a corner, they spotted Mito walking toward them, her scythe resting on her back. She smiled at the sight of them, waving them over.

"Hey, you two," Mito greeted warmly. "I heard you were back. How's it feel to be back with the Knights?"

Asuna smiled, stepping forward. "It's good to be back, though it feels like we've been away for so long. How have things been here?"

Mito shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "Same old, I guess. The guild's still pushing hard to clear the floors, but things have been… tense. People are losing hope."

Deku nodded, though his mind remained focused on how to start digging into the guild's recent activities. Before he could continue the conversation, a voice called out from further down the hall. One of the Knights' officers approached quickly, looking somewhat flustered.

"Asuna, sorry to interrupt, but we need you to take a look at the supply reports," the officer said urgently. "There's been some discrepancies, and we could use your help to sort it out."

Asuna sighed, glancing apologetically at Deku and Mito. "I'll be back soon," she promised before following the officer down the hallway, leaving Deku and Mito alone.

Deku turned his attention back to Mito, who leaned casually against the wall, watching him with curious eyes. "So," she said, raising an eyebrow. "What's on your mind, Deku? You've been quiet."

Deku rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile forming. "I've been thinking about my duel with Heathcliff."

Mito nodded. "The one where you had to join the guild because you lost, right? What about it?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Deku said, his tone thoughtful rather than accusatory. "But it's not just about losing. It's about how I lost. The way Heathcliff used his shield… it's been bugging me ever since. I've never seen anything like it before. It was like no matter what I did, nothing could get past it. I'm just… really curious about how it works."

Mito tilted her head. "You mean the Liberator? His sword and shield combo? It's definitely unique."

Deku nodded, his eyes lighting up with that familiar analytical curiosity. "Exactly! The way he used it… It was so precise. It wasn't just that he's a skilled player—his shield felt like it had some kind of… special property. Like it didn't follow the same rules as other equipment. I've been trying to figure it out, but nothing really makes sense yet."

Mito chuckled lightly. "Sounds like the kind of mystery you'd dive right into, Deku. But, you know, it's not that weird for someone to have a unique skill or item in this game. I mean, look at you with dual-wielding. That's something no one else has. Maybe the Liberator is just Heathcliff's version of that—something special, meant only for him."

Deku's eyes lit up with interest. "Yeah, I thought about that too. I mean, we've seen rare abilities and items before, but his shield… It blocked every single one of my attacks, like it knew exactly what I was going to do. And even when I tried to catch him off-guard with faster strikes, it was like the shield responded before he could even move. I wonder if it's a skill that enhances his reaction time or maybe some kind of auto-guard feature."

Mito raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. "It's definitely possible. But there's no way to know for sure unless Heathcliff ever talks about it, and I don't see him sharing the secrets behind his gear anytime soon."

Deku nodded, more subdued now, the puzzle still turning over in his mind. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's just strange… with my dual-wielding skill, it's something I've come to accept as rare. But Heathcliff's shield… it feels different. Like it's on a whole other level. Almost like a cheat code."

Mito frowned at that, crossing her arms. "You think it's that strong? Strong enough to be compared to something broken?"

Deku hesitated, not wanting to voice his deeper suspicions but still intrigued by the idea. He shrugged lightly, playing it off. "I wouldn't say that exactly. I just think there's more to it than what we're seeing on the surface. But I'm probably overthinking things."

Mito smiled knowingly. "That's classic you. Always digging deeper into things, trying to understand every little detail."

Deku chuckled softly. "Yeah, I guess that's true. I just can't help it sometimes. Especially when something doesn't quite add up."

Mito gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Well, you'll figure it out. You always do. Just don't let it distract you too much—we've got bigger things coming up with this floor boss."

Deku nodded, feeling a little more grounded. "Thanks, Mito. I won't let it get in the way."

Just then, Asuna returned, looking slightly flustered from whatever task had pulled her away. "Sorry I took so long. There were some issues with the new recruits I had to help sort out."

Mito gave a quick wave. "No worries, I was just keeping Deku company."

The three of them chatted briefly before Mito excused herself to head back to her duties. Deku watched her leave, his mind still mulling over their conversation. Even though he had tried to play it off, his curiosity about Heathcliff's shield was growing. There was something strange about it—something that didn't quite fit the usual rules of the game. But for now, he'd have to set it aside. There were more immediate concerns to focus on.

After Mito left, Deku turned back toward the castle, his mind still buzzing. The Liberator, Heathcliff's sword and shield combo, was definitely unlike anything he had encountered before. The way it seemed to defy the usual mechanics gnawed at him. He wondered if he should bring it up to Asuna, but just as he opened his mouth to say something, a voice echoed through the hall, calling for all available members of the guild to assemble. With a quiet sigh, Deku shelved his thoughts for the moment. Whatever was off about Heathcliff's gear would have to wait. They had more pressing matters to deal with—the upcoming raid.

As the meeting in the war room progressed, the atmosphere was tense but focused. The large glass wall allowed the knights to look out over their headquarters, but the room was filled with a quiet intensity rather than excitement. Heathcliff stood at the front, his arms crossed, as the key members of the Knights of the Blood Oath gathered to discuss the upcoming boss raid.

Heathcliff's voice was calm, commanding attention. "Based on the latest information we've received from the info brokers, the boss of the 80th floor is known as the Skull Reaper. It's said to be highly aggressive, with overwhelming strength and speed. This will be one of the most difficult battles we've faced yet, so we cannot afford any mistakes."

Deku listened carefully, his mind already whirling with strategies. His suspicion about Heathcliff still lingered, but the weight of the upcoming battle pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. For now, he needed to focus on the raid and how to minimize the risks.

As Heathcliff outlined the initial plan, Deku's gaze shifted to the map of the boss room displayed on the table. The layout was complex, with multiple areas that could either be used to their advantage or become traps. Deku started mentally noting potential choke points, areas for healers to position themselves, and spots where they might need to be cautious of the Skull Reaper's wide-ranging attacks.

"We'll divide into three primary teams," Heathcliff continued. "One group will focus on direct combat with the Skull Reaper, while the other two will provide support from a distance and our weakest members will be on standby with healing crystals ready. It's essential that everyone stays in formation—deviation could result in disaster."

Deku exchanged a glance with Asuna, who stood by his side, her expression serious. She could sense that his mind was already calculating every possible outcome, running through contingencies and alternatives. It was a familiar sight, and she knew he was preparing to take charge if the situation called for it.

The room remained quiet as Heathcliff continued, laying out the details of the plan, but Deku couldn't shake a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Something about the way Heathcliff was presenting everything felt off, as if there were details being left out. But for now, he set aside those thoughts. They had a boss to defeat, and the Skull Reaper was already being described as one of the deadliest foes they'd faced.

Heathcliff's gaze swept across the room. "We leave nothing to chance. If there's any hesitation, stay behind. We need our best to make this raid successful."

The seriousness of the situation was clear to everyone. The stakes were too high, and there was no room for error.

As the meeting ended and the group started to disperse, the two stood together in the vast, empty war room, the faint light filtering through the towering glass wall, Deku took a deep, unsteady breath. He clenched his fists, hesitating before he finally spoke, his voice breaking the stillness around them.

"Asuna… I want you to stay behind for this mission," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Asuna's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Izuku… what are you saying? Why would I—?"

He looked down, unable to meet her gaze just yet, the words struggling to form. "I know it's selfish… but I've already lost so many people. Melissa… Eri…" His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, struggling to keep his emotions in check. "You're my everything, Asuna. I-I don't think I could handle it if I lost you, too."

Asuna's expression softened, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding as she reached out, placing a hand gently on his cheek. "Izuku… I understand why you're afraid. But I can't let you shoulder this alone. We've fought together through everything, and I'm not going to stand by while you put yourself at risk."

Deku closed his eyes, the warmth of her hand grounding him. "I know it's unfair to ask. But every time we go into one of these fights, it feels like I'm gambling with everything I have left." He paused, looking up at her with raw vulnerability in his eyes. "I couldn't bear it if something happened to you because of me."

Asuna took a steadying breath, a fierce determination sparking in her gaze. She continued, her voice softer but unyielding. "Izuku, if I stayed behind and you… if you didn't come back, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I couldn't just move on. You're a part of me now. You're the reason I keep fighting."

Deku's chest tightened, hearing the conviction in her words, feeling the weight of her emotions. He opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a gentle shake of her head.

Asuna took his hands in hers, her fingers intertwining with his as she held his gaze. Her voice softened, but there was a steel resolve within it that Deku couldn't ignore.

"You know," she began, "I used to think that if I kept my head down, if I just focused on surviving… maybe I could make it through this nightmare. But the truth is, none of us are guaranteed to make it out of here. Every day, players are… disappearing. And I think—no, I know—that we have to keep fighting now more than ever."

Deku's brow furrowed, confusion and concern flickering across his face as he listened, sensing the weight of her words.

"There's something I realized not too long ago," Asuna continued, her eyes distant as she seemed to recall those early days in Aincrad. "I remember, right after we were all trapped in here, there was this… this strange silence. For hours, it felt like the entire game just went offline. No one could contact each other, and no one knew why." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "But I think… I think that was when our bodies were being moved. Hospitals, most likely. Places where they could monitor us. It's been almost two and a half years, Izuku. Who knows how much time we really have left?"

Deku's grip on her hands tightened, his face paling as he considered her words. "Asuna… are you saying that you think…?"

She nodded, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "Yes. And… it's also why I think we lost Eri." Her words were gentle, but each one felt like a dagger twisting in his heart. "Her health bar didn't just disappear. I think her real body… she was already so weak. And if our bodies can't hold out any longer in the real world, if the strain of being here becomes too much…" Her voice faltered, the pain of the thought evident in her expression.

Deku's eyes filled with anguish as the weight of her theory settled on him, a painful mix of grief and urgency clawing at his heart. He clenched his jaw, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. "I… I wanted to believe she was still somewhere out there. That maybe we'd find her somehow. But if… if she's really gone…"

Asuna leaned forward, her forehead resting gently against his, her voice a soft, comforting murmur. "I know it hurts, Izuku. And I miss her too. But that's exactly why we can't stop now. We owe it to Eri, to everyone we've lost, to keep going. To make sure that no one else has to suffer here longer than they already have."

Deku closed his eyes, absorbing the warmth of her presence, letting it strengthen him even as his heart ached. "You're right," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I know you're right, Asuna. I just… I needed to hear it. From you."

She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with a fierce, unwavering determination. "We'll fight together, Izuku. Always. We'll get through this and make sure that Eri's memory isn't lost. And when we finally beat this game, we'll be there to honor her, to live on with the love and hope she brought us."

Deku took a deep breath, then rested his head gently against Asuna's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. "Asuna, I promise you," he whispered, voice soft yet unwavering. "No matter what happens… I'll make sure you make it out of this game. I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. I swear it."

That night, sleep didn't come easily for Deku. He lay still, gazing out the cabin window where the moonlight filtered in, casting soft shadows across the room. Asuna slept peacefully against his chest, her breaths deep and steady, a warm, comforting weight that anchored him in place. Deku's hand rested gently on her back, fingers brushing her hair as he lost himself in thought. Despite the fierce promise he'd made, a familiar worry gnawed at him, shadowed by memories of the people he'd lost. But with each rise and fall of Asuna's breathing, he felt a renewed determination settle within him.

When dawn broke, he hadn't slept, but he was ready.

As Deku made his way to the teleport plaza the next morning, he spotted Klein and Agil standing together, chatting as they waited. Their arms were crossed, but there was an easy confidence in their postures, a sense of camaraderie that seemed to bring a touch of light to the tense morning.

"Klein," Deku greeted with a smirk as he approached. "Heathcliff must be getting desperate if he had to call you in."

Klein raised an eyebrow, placing a hand over his heart as if wounded. "Oh, come on, Deku! I'll have you know I bring a certain charm to this outfit. Some of us here are seasoned professionals, you know!"

Agil laughed, giving Klein a hearty pat on the back. "Yeah, 'charm,' let's go with that. Guess we'll see how far that gets you."

Deku chuckled as Asuna came to stand beside him, arms crossed with a playful smile. "Well, Klein, if charm's what you're going with, then I hope that Skull Reaper's in the mood to be impressed."

Klein laughed, though a glimmer of anxiety flickered in his eyes as he adjusted his headband. "Just wait—I'll sweep it off its bony feet if I have to!"

As they continued joking, a voice sounded from behind them. "You're all just going to start without me?" Present Mic's arrival was announced with his usual energy, though his smile was a little softer this time, carrying a subtle weight as he came to stand beside Deku.

"Glad to see you here," Deku said warmly, a grin spreading across his face.

Present Mic returned it, but his voice held an edge of tension. "You really think I'd miss this? I… couldn't bear the thought of being late again." His gaze dropped for a moment before he looked back up, his expression brightening as he playfully nudged Deku. "And anyway, I've got a reputation to uphold. Gotta show my students how it's done."

The group exchanged glances, each appreciating the familiar presence that brought a little warmth to the chilly tension lingering over them. They continued chatting, sharing stories from past battles, trading playful banter, and reminiscing about victories and close calls that had brought them together. The atmosphere felt lighter, their laughter a comfort as they prepared for what lay ahead.

But as Heathcliff's voice cut through the air, calling for everyone to gather, the levity faded, replaced by a quiet determination. The friends met each other's eyes one last time, silent promises passing between them.

"It's time," Heathcliff announced, his voice steady as he led them toward the teleport gate. Each of them stepped up in turn, their figures disappearing into the bright light, bound for the 80th floor and the fight awaiting them.

They took a collective breath, each member preparing themselves as they stepped forward, and then the heavy doors groaned as they began to swing shut behind them, sealing the group inside. The silence that followed was unsettling, thick with tension and anticipation. Deku looked around at his friends, his gaze steady but full of concern. "Don't die, guys," he said, his voice carrying both a warning and a promise.

As the last echoes of his words faded, the room erupted in flames. Players shielded their faces, coughing as smoke and embers began to fill the air. But there was no sign of the Skull Reaper. Instead, through the chaos, a towering figure emerged, shrouded in a dark aura. Flames licked up his shoulders and across his skull-like head, while a massive sword, also engulfed in fire, hung in his grip. His presence alone radiated a blistering heat that sent players scrambling to keep their distance.

The battlefield descended into confusion and chaos, with players calling out frantically. "Where's the Skull Reaper?" someone yelled, while others just stared at the flaming figure, trying to understand what they were up against.

Deku's eyes narrowed as he studied the fiery figure, his mind racing. The flames, the power, the sheer intimidation—it was all too familiar. His stomach dropped as he realized what they were truly facing: a replica of Endeavor, the number two hero of Japan. This wasn't just a random boss; it was a deliberate nightmare brought to life.

The reality of the situation hit Asuna almost instantly. Her eyes widened as she took in the flaming figure, her body tensing as the familiarity of the figure weighed on her. Her thoughts whirled, leaving her frozen, trapped in her own realization.

"Asuna!" Deku reached out, grabbing her hand firmly, pulling her from her daze. His green eyes met hers, a fierce determination shining through them. "Everything's going to be all right," he promised, his grip steady and warm.

The massive figure loomed before them—a towering knight wreathed in flames, his head a sinister skull, and a flaming sword clutched in one hand. The boss, Infernal Warden, moved with a terrible, heavy precision, each strike sending waves of heat and force rippling through the air. The group charged in, spreading out as they tried to anticipate his movements, but it became clear immediately that this was no ordinary battle.

Deku lunged forward, his swords flashing as he aimed for the Warden's exposed flank, but the boss's speed belied its size. It turned in an instant, swinging its blazing sword downward. Deku barely managed to block, the impact forcing him back with a gasp as he staggered to recover his footing. Around him, the rest of the group struggled just as much—several players from the Army Liberation Front (ALF) and even a few Knights of the Blood Oath were thrown back by the force of the Infernal Warden's attacks, some fatally injured as they were caught in the devastating onslaught.

With each passing second, the tension mounted. Deku's mind raced, trying to find a weakness in the Warden's relentless pattern of attacks, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He glanced over at Heathcliff, who fought near the edge of the battlefield, his movements precise and deliberate, yet… off. Deku hadn't seen him use that strange skill he had during their duel, the one that had made his defense impenetrable.

"Why isn't he using it?" Deku muttered, a sense of frustration boiling beneath his calm. Whatever the reason, there was no time to dwell on it now. Gritting his teeth, Deku readied himself, determined to find a way through the Warden's defenses.

Dodging a fiery swing, Deku noticed a pattern—whenever the Warden built up energy for a strike, there was a brief moment, just a split-second, where its defenses faltered. If he could get close enough, he might have a shot at breaking through.

"Mito!" he yelled over the clash of weapons, his voice cutting through the chaos. "I need your fastest skill! Use your scythe to launch me straight at the boss!"

"What?" Mito yelled back, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. "That'll hurt you, too!"

Deku's expression hardened as he snapped, "Do you want everyone here to die?! Now!"

Startled but resolute, Mito raised her scythe. She activated her unique weapon's chain extension, causing the scythe's blade and segments to break apart, connected only by a thick, twisting chain. She whipped it around Deku, the chain coiling tightly before she gritted her teeth and flung him forward with every ounce of strength.

Deku felt a jolt of pain as the chain slashed against him, but he clenched his jaw and focused. Hurtling toward the boss, he watched as the Infernal Warden's fiery gaze snapped to him, an instant of shock flickering in the flames of its eyes. The Warden reared back, attempting to bring its sword down to intercept, but Deku crossed his blades in an X formation and activated his sword skill just before impact.

The force of his strike hit the Warden squarely in its chest, the blazing figure stumbling back, temporarily off-balance.

"Now!" Deku shouted, breathless but determined. "Keep up the pressure—don't let him activate a skill! We'll be fine as long as we don't give him an opening!"

The group charged with renewed energy, following Deku's lead. He looked over to Asuna, his determination mirrored in her gaze. "Help me keep him from using any sword skills," he said, and together, they closed in, determined to keep the Warden off-balance.

Strike after strike, the team moved as one, their combined attacks wearing down the Infernal Warden's defenses. Deku and Asuna coordinated seamlessly, intercepting each of the Warden's desperate attempts to regain control, keeping its powerful sword skills at bay. Slowly but surely, their relentless efforts began to take a toll on the boss, its flames dimming, its movements growing slower.

With one final, powerful strike, the group brought down the Infernal Warden, and as the monstrous knight crumbled, the flames extinguished, leaving only silence. The players, drained and breathing heavily, collapsed to the floor, exhaustion and relief washing over them.

As the group caught their breath, relief mingled with exhaustion, the quiet around them was thick, each player grappling with their own thoughts. Present Mic finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with the weight of their shared dread. "How many did we lose?"

Mito's fingers moved swiftly across her interface as she checked the list of players. She took a shaky breath. "Ten… we lost ten."

"Dammit…" Present Mic muttered, the word barely a breath. A somber silence fell over the group, each of them silently mourning the losses, the atmosphere growing heavier.

Deku, meanwhile, found his gaze drifting toward Heathcliff, who stood apart from the rest, his stance still steady, his armor unmarred. Something about it gnawed at Deku's mind. While everyone else's health had wavered in the thick of the fight, Heathcliff's health bar hadn't dipped past the green. It made no sense. How could he use that strange skill to win a duel, yet hold it back when his comrades' lives were on the line? He just sat back and watched—

Deku's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. A sudden, icy realization gripped him, and he tightened his hold on the Dark Repulser in his right hand as he slowly rose to his feet, his jaw clenched with quiet resolve.

"Deku… what's wrong?" Asuna's voice broke through his focus, her tone edged with worry. But before she could say anything more, Deku launched himself forward, his body surging with energy as he activated his fastest sword skill, aiming directly for Heathcliff's heart.

The Dark Repulser drove forward with lethal precision, but mere inches from Heathcliff's chest, Deku's blade collided with an unseen force. Heathcliff's eyes widened, caught off guard, yet a smirk quickly curved onto his face as he took a measured step back. A bright, purple barrier shimmered in the air, blocking Deku's attack. Above Heathcliff's head, a screen appeared, emblazoned with two damning words:

Immortal Object.

The group around him froze, eyes wide in shock and confusion as they took in the undeniable evidence.

As confusion and anger erupted from the group, voices overlapped as demands for answers filled the room. Heathcliff raised a single hand to silence everyone, his expression calm yet carrying a trace of amusement. His gaze settled on Deku, a laugh escaping his lips as he spoke.

"The Black Swordsman, wielder of the dual-wielding skill… supposed to be the hero of this world." Heathcliff's voice dripped with mockery. "But even you, Deku, truly surprised me. Tell me—when did you start to suspect me?"

Deku's eyes narrowed, his voice cold as he replied, "Honestly, I've always thought there was something off about you. But it wasn't until after our duel that I really started to think something was wrong."

Heathcliff sighed, almost as if amused. "I wanted to watch how the infamous swordsman would handle my game," he admitted, a smirk forming as he recalled those early observations. "After Laughing Coffin, there was a darkness in your eyes—a perfect time to start my observations. I thought that, in your solitude, you'd prove a fascinating subject. But the moment I saw that darkness begin to leave you, I knew I couldn't afford to work side by side with you. Otherwise, you would have surely discovered me much sooner."

Heathcliff's tone held a trace of respect, twisted by his amusement, as he continued, "Your ability to analyze almost every situation was unexpected. It's the only reason I allowed you and Asuna to leave the guild for as long as you did."

A shiver ran through the group. Klein took a hesitant step forward, his face pale, his voice trembling. "Wait… your game? Y-you're…"

Deku finished the sentence for him, his tone sharp and unwavering. "He's Akihiko Kayaba."

A deadly silence fell over the group as the weight of Deku's words sank in.

Deku stood there, as the gravity of the situation pressed down like a weight on his chest. He closed his eyes, and faces flashed in his mind—Melissa, her warm smile fading into light, Manual's determined gaze just before he fell, the UA students who had barely begun to adapt before they were gone, and every party member he'd fought alongside who had fallen in the raids. Each memory cut into him, fueling the resolve building within.

Opening his eyes, Deku looked down at Asuna, his expression softening as he gently laid her on the ground. Her gaze met his, wide with fear, and all she could whisper was, "No…"

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm sorry, Asuna," he said quietly, his voice steady but carrying the weight of his conviction. "But I have to do this. If I don't stop him here, how many more people will have to die to reach the final floor… if they can even make it that far?"

A tear slipped down her cheek, her lips parting as if to protest, but she remained silent, her eyes locked onto him as if trying to memorize every detail.

Deku took a deep breath, steeling himself as he turned back to his friends, a solemn look in his eyes. He locked eyes with Klein first, hesitating before speaking.

"Klein… I've never really had any family other than my mom," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "But… when I'm around you, I like to think this is what having an older brother would feel like."

Klein's face strained as he fought against the paralysis, his hand twitching slightly as he managed to respond with a wavering but defiant voice, "Don't… don't you dare say stuff like that now! Not until we're both on the other side… and you're buying me dinner!" His words were filled with a determination that shone through the paralysis.

Deku offered a small, grateful smile before his gaze shifted to Agil. "Agil… thank you for everything. I know you always tried to help out the lower-level players. You probably thought you were being sneaky about it," he said with a faint smile, "but I saw it, and I'll never forget it."

Agil's jaw clenched, his fingers trembling as he managed a slight nod, the weight of Deku's words settling over him. He couldn't speak, but his eyes held a look of fierce pride and gratitude.

Deku's gaze softened as it fell on Mito. "Mito… your friendship means so much to me. I'm really glad Asuna has someone like you in her life." He paused, a plea in his voice. "Please… keep watching out for her, alright?"

Mito's fists clenched as she struggled against the paralysis, her eyes filling with desperation. "Deku, please… don't do this!" she managed to call out, her voice breaking with emotion. "You don't have to—there has to be another way!"

Deku's expression tightened, but he gave her a small, reassuring nod before turning to Present Mic. For a moment, he hesitated, emotions welling up as he searched for the right words.

"Mic… for my entire life, I've never had a teacher, or even just an adult for that matter, who truly believed in me. Not one who thought I could be more than what everyone saw on the outside," he began, his voice thick with gratitude. "But you… you weren't just there to teach me how to keep going. You showed me how to be a better person."

Tears streamed down Present Mic's face as he looked at Deku with fierce determination. "Don't. Don't you dare lose." he said, his voice shaking but filled with conviction.

Deku's gaze softened as he finally turned to Asuna. Her eyes pleaded with him, filled with fear and desperation, her whole body straining against the paralysis as she fought to reach him. But he only managed a faint, bittersweet smile as he whispered, "I'll love you always."

With a slow, resolute motion, he drew his second sword. The Dark Repulser gleamed in his right hand, and he raised the Elucidator in his left, both blades at the ready. Kayaba watched, a faint smirk playing across his lips as he tapped his interface. The Immortal Object status above him vanished, and their health bars reset to full, displayed ominously in the corner of Deku's vision.

Kayaba lifted his sword and shield, his voice booming across the room. "Now… the battle for Aincrad shall begin. Deku, the Black Swordsman vs Akihiko Kayaba—the Game Master!"

The two stood motionless, eyes locked, each studying the other in a tense, loaded silence. Every breath was measured, every twitch and shift revealing hints of strategy and intent. Then, with the faint sound of a pebble hitting the floor, Deku lunged forward, blades flashing as he launched his attack.

He knew his usual sword skills would be at a disadvantage here. Kayaba, the creator of this world, had crafted every technique and would anticipate his moves before they even started. So Deku dug deep, drawing on the techniques he'd developed himself—moves inspired by countless battles and relentless training. He struck out with a fierce Lunar Smash, his sword carving an arc in the air that glowed faintly with residual energy, then swiftly transitioned into his self-taught Star Scream Slash, sending a blade slicing upward, aimed at breaking Kayaba's defense.

The impact of each attack seemed to meet equal resistance. Kayaba's shield deflected the blows with practiced ease, and his counters were almost surgical, moving with fluidity and precision that forced Deku to adapt on the fly. They traded blows, each attack met with a rapid defense, the clashing of swords ringing out in the enclosed space, echoing with the intensity of their duel.

But Deku could feel it. The strain. Though he was keeping pace, Kayaba's defenses were beginning to read him, matching and anticipating each move with ruthless efficiency. The longer they fought, the more Deku felt himself losing ground. His breathing grew ragged, his movements less certain as Kayaba's counters became sharper, more calculated.

Nothing he threw at Kayaba was landing cleanly, and in that moment, the grim realization set in: He's starting to read me, adapting to my patterns.

Deku's mind raced as he saw his openings narrowing, his options dwindling with each passing moment. It's my only option, he told himself, feeling the weight of his desperation surge within him. With a determined glare, he began to activate his sword skills in rapid succession, each strike growing fiercer, his movements nearly a blur as he pushed Kayaba to the edge.

Kayaba's expression shifted to a smirk the moment Deku activated his sword skills. He effortlessly blocked each strike, countering Deku's relentless assault with ease. Every move Deku made, Kayaba was one step ahead, deflecting and blocking as though he could read Deku's intentions before the strikes even landed.

Then, with a burst of resolve, Deku lunged forward, drawing closer to Kayaba. Kayaba, sensing his opportunity for a finishing blow, prepared his own attack. But as he moved his sword, Deku twisted mid-air, using his left hand to activate a powerful sword skill that struck the ground beneath him, leaving the Elucidator behind in the ground. The force launched him high into the air, an unexpected maneuver that left the entire room in shock.

Hovering in the air, he steadied himself, gripping his right sword tightly. The gathered players stared in disbelief, their eyes widening as Deku changed his grip on his sword mid-air, and then, with all his strength, hurled the blade like a spear toward Kayaba, shouting, "Homing Strike!"

Kayaba's composure finally faltered. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes as the sword flew toward him with deadly accuracy. At the last possible moment, he managed to raise his shield, deflecting the thrown sword with a jarring impact. The clash shattered the Dark Repulser on contact, sending fragments scattering, but the force was enough to throw Kayaba off balance.

As Deku began to descend, unarmed and vulnerable, Kayaba's confidence returned, a wicked glint in his eye as he raised his sword. "Game over, Deku!" he called out, swinging his weapon with a deadly arc, aimed to strike him down in mid-air.

Just then, a figure blurred into view. Present Mic threw himself between Kayaba's strike and Deku, intercepting the blow with his own body. The impact sent a shockwave through the air as Mic absorbed the force of Kayaba's attack, gritting his teeth as he shielded Deku.

"Not on my watch," Mic managed to say, his voice filled with determination despite the pain, as he stood protectively before Deku, giving him a precious moment to recover.

Kayaba's eyes narrowed, his voice sharp with disbelief. "That… that should've been impossible," he muttered, his gaze fixed on Present Mic.

Deku, however, barely heard him. Kneeling down, he cradled Present Mic, tears blurring his vision as he held onto his teacher. "Mic… you didn't have to do that," he whispered, his voice cracking. "You… you shouldn't have…"

Present Mic managed a small, tired smile, lifting a trembling hand to rest on Deku's head. "I'm sorry, kid… but I couldn't… I couldn't lose another student. Not you. I wouldn't let that happen." His voice was gentle but firm, filled with the warmth that had always been there for Deku, even when times were darkest.

Mic's form began to glow softly, the light emanating from him growing brighter with each second. "Hey, Midoryia…" he murmured, his voice quiet but clear. "Do you remember… who the real heroes are?"

Deku swallowed hard, his voice a choked whisper. "The ones who keep going… no matter what."

Mic's smile grew, a final spark of pride in his eyes. "That's right… So, kid… keep going." His hand slipped from Deku, his eyes softening as he gazed at him one last time. With a faint smile, he whispered, "it's time Midoriya.. push past your limits- and go- beyond…. Plus Ultra."

And then, with a shimmer of light, Present Mic's form broke apart, fragments dissolving into the air, leaving Deku alone with the weight of his sacrifice.

Deku sat there, paralyzed, his mind numb as he cradled the weight of his loss. Kayaba's low chuckle pierced the silence as he drew nearer. "How unexpected," he sneered, raising his sword. "Unfortunately, it was all for nothing." With a slow, taunting motion, he lifted his blade high above his head, preparing to deliver the final strike.

Just then, Asuna's desperate cry broke through the haze. "IZUKU!"

The sound jolted Deku from his despair, his heart pounding with a renewed urgency. Snatching the Elucidator from the ground, he raised it to block Kayaba's attack. But Kayaba anticipated his move, expertly deflecting Deku's blade with his shield. "It's over!" he roared, his sword driving through Deku's chest.

Deku's breath caught, pain radiating through his body as he stared up at Kayaba, his world beginning to blur. His health bar plummeting, and the edges of his vision darkened. Kayaba's cold voice was the last thing he heard, sneering down at him. "Goodnight, Hero of Aincrad."

Deku's gaze drifted to Asuna, the faces of his friends blurred in the distance, their voices faint in his ears. He forced a weak, final apology. "I'm… sorry…" And with that, he felt himself falling back, a crimson screen flashing before him with the damning words: You're Dead!

As Deku broke apart, his entire being dissolving into fragments of light, he felt himself falling, plummeting into an endless expanse of darkness. The sensation was eerie and isolating, like being adrift in an endless void, weightless and alone. But as he fell, the darkness began to shift, flickers of memories sparking to life around him, illuminating his descent.

The first to appear was Present Mic, standing confidently before him, his voice as spirited as ever. Deku could feel the warmth of Mic's presence, the strength he had always given him, pushing him to keep going even when everything seemed impossible. Mic's reassuring smile, the way he'd believed in Deku—those moments had kept him grounded, reminded him of what it meant to be a hero.

Next, Deku saw Klein, his grin and laughter cutting through the dark memories. He remembered Klein's loyalty, his jokes, and how he'd had turned into some like an older brother. He could almost hear Klein's voice, teasing, "You'd better still owe me that dinner, you brat," bringing a brief warmth to Deku's.

Then Asuna's face came into view, her smile radiating warmth, her laughter filling the air around him. He saw flashes of the countless moments they'd shared: their first dinner, the night they shared their hearts, their promise of "Always." Each memory held a powerful reminder of why he fought, of the life he wanted to build with her beyond the darkness of Aincrad. And within those moments, he saw Eri, her small hand gripping his, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked up at him and Asuna. Her presence in their lives had filled a piece of their hearts they hadn't known was missing.

And finally, the last image, raw and searing, was Melissa. Her face was determined, eyes fierce with purpose as she looked at him in her final moments. Her voice echoed in his heart, full of courage and trust: "Whatever it takes, Deku… save the people here. Become the hero of Aincrad."

Deku's eyes snapped open, now a striking golden yellow rather than his usual emerald green, burning with unyielding resolve. His broken form began to reassemble, each fragment of light returning to shape his figure, making him appear like a radiant specter. He stood again in the boss chamber, gripping the Elucidator as he met Kayaba's gaze with a look that silenced the game master's smirk.

"Not yet," Deku's voice echoed, steady and defiant.

Kayaba took an instinctive step back, disbelief flickering across his face as he absorbed the sight of Deku's golden eyes and glowing form. "How… how is this possible?" he whispered, eyes darting between the weapon in Deku's hand and his impossibly resurrected form.

"I'm not done!" Deku roared, and with a surge of strength, he drove the Elucidator forward. The blade pierced Kayaba's heart, and Kayaba's expression shifted from shock to acceptance, a faint, ironic smirk crossing his face.

Kayaba's form began to break, glowing a soft, ethereal blue, fragments lifting and scattering upward, drifting through the air like fireflies as they ascended to every floor of Aincrad. His presence dissipated, the energy of his existence spreading across the world he'd created.

Deku, watching the Elucidator's glint, whispered softly to himself, "I kept my promise, Melissa."

Turning back one final time, he saw Asuna, now free from paralysis, rushing toward him. But as he reached out, his own form began to dissolve once more, each fragment lifting from him like shimmering dust.

With a gentle, loving smile, Deku spoke his final words, "Go live a life full of love… for both me, and Eri."

And with those final words, Deku's form dissolved completely, leaving behind the legacy of a hero who had given everything to save Aincrad.

Asuna collapsed to her knees, her shoulders shaking as sobs escaped her, her cries filling the silent room. Klein and Mito ran to her side, catching her just before she fell forward, their own faces reflecting the anguish and disbelief. The last glowing remnants of Deku floated around them, softly drifting away like delicate embers fading into the air.

In the next moment, Deku's eyes fluttered open, and he immediately took in his surroundings, his usual emerald green gaze scanning with both confusion and shock. He was… floating in the sky? His heart skipped as he realized he was high above the ground, a burst of panic causing him to flail wildly, expecting to fall at any moment. But after a few breaths, he realized there was something holding him—an invisible floor beneath his feet, solid and steady.

Slowly, he straightened, taking tentative steps as he tried to ground himself. Looking down, his eyes widened. Beneath him was the massive, crumbling tower of Aincrad, each floor starting to break apart and dissolve like dust. A shimmering notification floated before him in mid-air, cold and calculating in contrast to the surreal beauty of the scene around him:

Notification: 80%

Then, Deku spun around at the sound of a voice behind him, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the man standing there—the unmistakable figure of Akihiko Kayaba. The real Akihiko Kayaba. "Hello there, Deku. Or should I say, Izuku Midoriya," Kayaba greeted, his voice smooth and composed. Deku's shock lasted only a heartbeat before he steadied himself, a faint, resigned chuckle escaping as he murmured, "I guess that means I'm really dead."

Kayaba's expression remained calm, a slight smile crossing his face as he extended his hand in a silent invitation. "Walk with me," he said, his voice almost warm, as though they were old acquaintances. Without waiting for a response, he turned, leading Deku closer to the collapsing tower.

They walked in silence at first, each step bringing them nearer to the disintegrating floors of Aincrad, crumbling and fading into the sky. Kayaba finally spoke, his tone reflective. "From the beginning, this tower in the sky was my dream—a world where I could shape reality, establish new rules, and craft a realm where people could confront their own limits." His gaze turned wistful as he glanced back at Deku. "A place where human potential could be tested against the harshest of worlds, free from the conventions of everyday life."

As they walked, Kayaba's gaze shifted to the horizon, his voice taking on a softer, almost vulnerable tone. "Since I was a child, my family and I were ridiculed, judged for things beyond our control—whether it was a distant relative, a quirk, or something we simply couldn't change. We were always the outcasts."

Deku listened in silence, his anger tempered by a reluctant sense of understanding. He could relate to the feeling, the loneliness of being different, of being seen as less for something he had no control over. For as long as he could remember, he'd been treated as an outsider, dismissed and belittled. It was only here, in this brutal, unforgiving world, that he had found true friends, companions who understood him, who had seen him as more than just a quirkless boy. And he'd found love—something he'd never thought possible.

A part of him, despite everything, felt a strange, unsettling gratitude toward Kayaba. If not for this twisted game, he would have never experienced these bonds, never truly known what it felt like to protect and to love.

But then, the memories of Melissa and Present Mic surfaced, their faces and voices filling his mind. They, too, had become part of his world here, only to be ripped away by the game Kayaba had created. Any sympathy Deku might have felt was drowned by the ache of their loss, by the sacrifices made and lives stolen under Kayaba's vision. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of his grief and anger rekindling.

Izuku's voice shook with restrained fury. "Why? I mean, I can understand what it feels like to be treated like an outcast—believe me, I really can. But why'd you drag all those innocent people here? So many people died because of you! People with families, dreams… they had their whole lives ahead of them!"

Kayaba stood there, his expression unreadable as he absorbed Izuku's words. He remained silent, gazing out over the crumbling tower of Aincrad, lost in thought. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his tone somber.

"I suppose," he began, "I lost faith. I lost faith in humankind, in our society, in the very ideals that were meant to guide us. The cruelty of it, the isolation—it became all I could see. And in that darkness, I was consumed, my own loneliness shaping everything around me." He paused, his gaze shifting back to Izuku.

"But you… you were different. You were able to overcome your darkness, to hold on to hope when others would have given up. You proved something I'd long forgotten—that the human will is stronger than any obstacle, stronger than any darkness. You gave me a glimpse of something I thought was lost forever… proof that perhaps, humanity can take on whatever the future holds."

Kayaba continued to gaze at the slowly disintegrating tower of Aincrad, an expression of quiet reflection on his face. "At first, I thought this place was my dream," he murmured, almost as if to himself. "My seventh wonder of the world, something unparalleled." His lips curved into a faint smile. "But now… you may have changed my mind."

He turned to Izuku, his hand lifting casually before he gave Izuku a gentle flick on the forehead. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye… and good luck, Midoriya," he added, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before Izuku could react, a sudden force launched him backward. The clouds around him blurred as he was sent hurtling through them, faster and faster, Kayaba's image fading away into the distance. The speed became overwhelming, pressing on him with a crushing force as he felt himself losing consciousness.

Then, everything went still. Izuku felt something solid beneath him, the crushing pressure easing, and with great effort, he forced his eyes open. His vision was hazy, but he noticed something resting on his head—something familiar.

He reached up, trembling fingers touching the cold metal of the NerveGear. He blinked, his mind racing, a dawning realization sweeping over him.

He was… he was really outside. Back in the real world.

With shaky hands, Izuku managed to lift the NerveGear off his head, his breaths coming in shallow, unsteady gasps. The realization that he was truly free hit him with the weight of two years' worth of emotions, and he couldn't hold back the tears as they poured down his cheeks. Relief, grief, and the overwhelming weight of everything he had endured flooded him, leaving him trembling.

But then, amidst the whirlwind of emotions, one thought broke through: Asuna. He had to find her.

He attempted to sit up, but his muscles were weak, unaccustomed to any movement. After a few labored tries, he managed to grab onto the railing by his bed, using it to pull himself forward. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he dragged himself to the edge and slowly rolled until he was upright, fighting the dizziness that threatened to pull him back down.

Gritting his teeth, he clutched the stand that held his IV, using it to support himself as he took one unsteady step, then another. His legs felt like they might give way at any moment, but he pressed on, each movement taking him closer to the door. His grip tightened around the IV stand as he began his slow, arduous journey out of the room, his gaze set down the long hallway, determined to find her no matter what.

Luckily the few nurses who were on shift were already working inside other patients rooms. He continued his way down the hall looking at the names on each door. He figured there was a good chance they were all kept in the same hospital and they were more than likely on the same room since they were both still young enough to be in a pediatric hospital.

As Izuku stood there, staring at her name on the door, he felt a mix of excitement and dread twist in his stomach. The reality hit him that this was the first time she'd be seeing him in person since… well, since he'd supposedly sacrificed himself. His heart raced as a nervous thought flickered: What's she going to do to me once she realizes I'm actually alive? A slight worry crept over him, half-expecting her to hit him or worse.

Then he let out a breath, almost relieved she didn't have her sword skill in the real world, or at least that's what he thought. But then he remembered her quirk, and a shiver went through him—that might be even worse.

He chuckled to himself, his worries melting away as he focused on what mattered. And that's when he heard it: a soft, muffled crying coming from inside the room. All hesitation vanished. Without another thought, Izuku reached for the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside, ready to finally see her face-to-face.

Izuku's trembling hand pushed the door open, revealing Asuna curled up on the bed, her face buried in her pillow as soft sobs escaped her. The sight tugged at his heart, filling him with a surge of determination. He took a shaky step forward, feeling every aching muscle protest as he moved closer to her, his legs nearly buckling with each step. He was so close now, yet every inch felt like a mile.

Finally, just as he reached the side of her bed, his legs gave out completely. With a final effort, he managed to fall forward, his upper body landing on the bed beside her, his head resting near her legs.

"Asuna…" he breathed, voice barely a whisper, but he hoped she'd hear it.

Asuna turned over as best she could, her tearful gaze catching sight of familiar green hair, wild and messy. Her breath hitched as her heart pounded, barely daring to believe. "Izuku?" she whispered, voice wavering with disbelief.

Izuku mustered a smile, his own tears welling up despite his attempts to hold them back. "I told you I'd get you out of there, didn't I?"

The moment the words left his lips, Asuna threw her arms around him, their embrace awkward due to his position on the edge of the bed, but neither of them cared. She clung to him tightly, her sobs breaking free as she cried into his shoulder, her words tumbling out between her tears.

"You idiot… I thought you died!" she cried, her voice thick with relief and frustration. "I didn't know what to do without you. I didn't think—I didn't want to…" She broke down completely, letting herself finally feel the weight of all she had kept inside.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, silent, letting the reality of it all sink in. After a while, Asuna managed to help Izuku up beside her on the bed, settling him carefully next to her. They lay together, the weight of everything they'd endured hovering in the quiet.

After a few moments, Asuna began to hear soft, trembling sobs from Izuku. She turned to him, her hand reaching up to gently brush his cheek, shushing him softly. "It's okay, Izuku," she murmured. "You did it. You saved everyone."

But his tears only grew heavier, his voice breaking as he finally whispered, "Not everyone, Asuna… I didn't save everyone." His voice shook as he continued, the weight of the words pressing down. "If I had just listened… Mic would still be…" Unable to finish, he buried his face in her shoulder, the guilt and sorrow finally overwhelming him as he broke down.

Izuku's tears overflowed, each one carrying the weight of everything they'd just endured. He clung to Asuna, his sobs growing harder as he allowed himself to truly feel everything that'd just happened. "Why… why am I still here?" he whispered, his voice cracking with the depth of his sorrow. "Why is it that… he's gone… and I'm not? How am I alive?" His words broke off into silent sobs as he buried his face into Asuna's shoulder, overwhelmed by the guilt and confusion, unable to understand why he had been given another chance when others hadn't.

Asuna held him close, her own tears glistening as she ran her fingers through his hair, whispering quiet reassurances. They clung to each other, each finding comfort in the other's presence, finally allowing themselves to grieve.

Eventually, a nurse entered quietly, finding the two SAO survivors fast asleep, still holding each other close, their faces softened by exhaustion and the peace they'd fought so hard to find.

Elsewhere, in the dim, sterile light of a hidden laboratory, the hum of machinery filled the air, intertwining with the rhythmic pulse of monitors. Tubes and wires snaked around the room, connecting to a towering figure, his face obscured by shadows. The steady rise and fall of his breath hinted at a sinister patience.

A purple haze spiraled into existence, and from it, Kurogiri emerged, his voice respectful and calm. "Master, Tomura Shigaraki is awake."

A low, menacing chuckle escaped All for One as he tilted his head slightly, a smirk twisting his lips. "Good," he murmured, his voice laced with anticipation. "Bring him to me. Let us see just how much hate he's truly manifested in the last two and a half years."

The lab fell silent again, the weight of his words lingering in the air. In the distance, the soft whir of the machines was the only sound, punctuating the end of an era—and the stirring of a new one.

AUTHOR NOTES: And with that, the Aincrad Arc is now complete. It took a while to figure out how to start this chapter. I really wanted to show a little more of Deku being suspicious of Heathcliff rather then only noticing he was the only player who's health was still in the green. I really didn't want to kill Present Mic but it helps with how the story move forward from here. A lot of interesting dynamics I've been really excited to write are finally about to appear in the next few chapters. Y'all might be a little shocked at the direction I take this next but I just ask that you trust me. By the end of this next arc a lot of things will start to make sense. Next we will see how the transition to the real world is going for our characters, start of UA and the end of the arc will be the Sports Festival. For those of you hoping to get a deeper explanation about what happened to Eri. I dropped a small hint but far from being fully explained. Wouldn't be as fun if I just spoiled it all now. I don't except this to be as long as the Aincrad arc, probably around 10ish chapter if I had to guess right now. I hope y'all like the story so far. Leave me any reviews, leave any theories you might have or just you honest thoughts on the story so far but please remember to be respectful. As always, have a good one! :)