Chapter 40: The Curator

Late in the evening, after the sun had set, but before the moon rose, the only things that were visible within the fog were whatever the lights from the villager's windows were illuminating outside, such as the nearby statue, and a light that Isana was carrying with him.

As soon as the half-masked man passed the statute, Momo and the others quietly got up from their hiding spot. "Come on," she whispered. "Just follow his glowstone lantern."

The plan was straightforward: Once it got dark and all the local villagers were relaxing in their homes, the team set up a small perimeter in the town square. As soon as Isana passed by, going wherever he was going… they would just follow him, and then… have a little chat.

And by chat, mostly questioning, followed by detainment if they found anything incriminating. They would get physical only if he was deemed that dangerous. For all they knew, he could be some sort of monster in disguise, hence why they were bringing their pistols with them.

Quietly walking through the fog and away from the village, the six of them couldn't help but hear… sounds. They couldn't make out what they were exactly, but the best way to describe them was as messed-up honks, like if someone was strangling a goose. But eventually, the sounds became deeper, and more ominous, almost like… ancient chanting?

"Where is that coming from?" Kaminari wondered.

"Better question, what is it?" Awase asked.

Aoyama gulped. "It is something unnatural and unholy…"

"Nah, it's probably just a bird," Tsuburaba said. "A very big, gooney bird."

The roar could be heard in the distance, not close enough to send them into an immediate panic, but enough to make the others look at the now-nervous Tsuburaba questionably.

"Or a, uh, puffin," he suggested. "With a very upset stomach."

While the meteorologist tried to imitate Rin's zoological expertise a bit more with the others, Momo listened to the fog. It wasn't roars or wails to her, they were… whispers?

"I think it's voices…" she said. "I can't make out what they're –"

"Wait, where's Isana?" Kaibara asked.

"His light is gone!" Aoyama exclaimed.

Momo snapped out of her thoughts to see that the others were right. All she could see in front of her was fog and the ever-fading twilight. Wonderful. Who knows how many yen were spent to create their experimental subpods, but the JSDF couldn't budget for some flashlights.

Actually, scratch that. Night-vision goggles would be more effective here.

The problem was that their team had neither. Momo rubbed the sides of her temples, as she groaned, "We could be walking in circles. We better head back to the village."

"And which way would that be?" Awase asked.

Momo ignored the ethereal chatter in the distance, as she began looking around for any sign of the village… bingo. "Over there. Head for the lights, before the fog closes in again."

The fog was making them look a bit grainy, but she could definitely make out multiple yellow tentacles in the distance. As she and the others quickly made their way towards the lights, before Kaibara called out to them, "Just a moment! Listen to the gravel…"

"Not a good time for your rock fetish, dude," Awase said.

"But this is decomposed granite, which would mean we're headed for the – CLIFF!"

The second Kaibara yelled "cliff," Momo could feel the earth beneath her give way, sending her sliding down. Thank goodness for the geologist's warning, as that allowed Momo and the others to center their gravity towards the natural-forming wall they were sliding down. Had he been too late, five of them would now be tumbling down into a free-fall to their deaths.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean they were out of the woods just yet. With the exception of Kaminari who managed to avoid the cliff entirely, everyone else was still sliding down the slope. And it would only be a matter of time before the slope became a vertical drop.

Kaibara, the prepared bastard he was in all things rock-related, pulled out two hand-sized pick-axes and stabbed them into the side of the cliff, allowing him to stop his descent. Everyone else managed to stop their slides, as well, in the cases of Momo and Awase, by grabbing onto any protruding rocks, or in the case of Tsuburaba, by grabbing ahold of Kaibara.

Aoyama, however, ended up getting the short end of the stick, as he kept sliding down, nearing the vertical drop, until eventually, his feet landed on two included stones sticking out to the side. Even from where she was, Momo could tell that it was a struggle for him to stay still.

"I'm climbing down to you, Aoyama, stay where you are!" she called out to him. Despite the fog, she could see which rocks were safe for her to climb down towards where her colleague was. Probably had to do with the fact that the rocks were right in her face.

"Be careful, Lieutenant!" Aoyama called out to her.

"That's good!" Momo said. "Keep talking to me!"

"Hey, if we can all talk, I'd like to ask about why the hell we were led off a cliff?!"

"We were heading towards the village lights…" While Momo would have usually written off such a stupid question any other time, Awase did bring up a good point: Why the hell were the village lights beyond the cliff? Looking out towards the distance, she could still see them…

Wait a minute.

She could still see the lights, but that's it. She couldn't see the houses, the roads, nothing that would be illuminated by the lights. Taking a closer look at the little yellow squares in front of her, her jaw dropped when they suddenly shrank down and dissolved into nothingness.

"Uhh… I guess there's more going on here than sea monsters…"

"Oh, great, somebody is doing magic, and illusionary magic, at that," Tsuburaba groaned, having seen the same phenomenon as Momo. "I fucking hate illusionary magic."

Momo slowly made her way down to where Aoyama was, climbing down each large stone meticulously, so as to not fall. When she reached the last giant rock, she kneeled down, and tried to reach her hand out to the sniper, as Aoyama tried to do the same.

"I can't reach it!" the Frenchman called out. "I'll have to jump!"

"Don't jump!" Momo yelped. "I'll just climb down!"

"There's no room, I have to jump!"

"Private Aoyama, I am your commanding officer, and I order you not to –"

WHISH!

"Huh?" Momo stopped yelling at Aoyama to look at what landed next to her. Rope? Not just any rope, but a rope long enough that it was heading up all the way to the top of the cliff…

"I've tied it to the local statute, it should be long enough to reach down to where you guys are! Tell Aoyama and the others to start climbing that!" Kaminari yelled from the top of the cliff. "And please hurry! I didn't ask permission from the locals to take their rope supply!"

Kyotoku Jiro was helping his wife set the table for dinner for their son-in-law and his guests. After showing them all to the rooms they would be staying at, the Yaoyorozu lady and her colleagues headed out, saying that they would be doing some investigating.

A part of him wanted to call them fools for even trying to go up against the magistrate of Piscatio Island, but if they really were the Arms of Fire, then there was a pretty good chance that they could free everyone, in which case, he'd tell them to give Isana hell!

But, in the meantime, he and Mika would at the very least be the best innkeepers these soldiers will ever know. Not just because it was their job, but because they were Denki's friends.

Sure, he may not like Denki as much as his wife did these days, but he still cared for the boy. The two of them may not have liked their daughter's choice in partner initially, but she was a grown woman and she could make her own choices, and soon enough, they warmed up to him. And given that he volunteered to help make the world a better place for their future granddaughter, it was clear to the two of them that he was a good man, through and through.

I wonder how he'll like dinner tonight, Kyotoku wondered. I bet he –

"AH!"

The sound of a plate shattering was heard, as Mika dropped one in a fit of shock, her eyes looking at something behind Kyotoku. Turning around, the blond dagon saw… Isana.

"Gather the possessions of the strangers… and burn them."

No. Kyotoku didn't want to believe this. Isana wouldn't have... He didn't –

"What's the matter, Isana? Think we've got fleas?"

The old dagon couple, along with Isana, turned around to see Denki and his comrades enter the main hall of the inn. "Gee, you seem surprised to see us," their leader, Yaoyorozu said.

The magistrate of the island simply narrowed his eyes, before walking out of the inn. "Definitely a worm or a leech," the brown-haired one, Kaibara, said. "Salamanders are too cute."

Kyotoku breathed a sigh of relief. He's alive. Denki's alive. Our boy is alive.

"Tell us more about Isana and his relationship with this sea monster," Denki said.

Mika shook her head. "It is an old wife's story. A folktale. Nothing more."

"We want to help, Jiro-san. Please, trust us on that," the raven-haired human said, approaching Mika. "Lives have been taken at sea… and I suspect in this town, too."

Kyotoku sighed, as he decided to speak on the town's behalf. "A while ago, the fish left the sea. The town was in danger of dying. A bargain was struck, the souls of the people for the life of the town. The town is provided for, but no one can leave, and the sun has not shown since."

Yaoyorozu gulped. "And what's the name of this… creature?"

"...The Curator."

Kyotoku was right, the sun hadn't shown itself.

Sure, there was technically daylight the following morning, but not a single sign of the sun; it was constantly being blocked by the clouds above. With the intel they had gathered from last night, Momo and the rest of her team were now exploring the beachside of the island.

"Folklore or not, there is a connection between the Curator and this town."

Kaminari nodded at what the black-haired soldier said. "Isana hands out food and supplies from somewhere, but there's no docks for ships to arrive here. Maybe… a hidden cave?"

"I could search," Awase said, holding up another explosive he stole from Bakugou. "Thanks to what happened back at Hagakure's cave, I know my way around demolitions… a little."

"HA! The answer is staring at you right in the face!" Kaibara said. "Look at how this igneous boulder has been futilely disguised as sedimentary rock! They might as well paint a road sign…"

The geologist approached the side of the massive boulder, searching for something within the cracks of the cliffside… and then everyone heard a click, as he pulled down… a lever.

RUMBLE…

The boulder moved to the side, revealing a tunnel. Clever.

"The rocks look exactly the same to me," Aoyama said.

"Yeah, but you weren't raised by naked mole rats," Tsuburaba joked.

Awase laughed. "Oh, yeah, that would explain sooo much."

As Kaibara gave them the finger, all six of them headed inside the tunnel. It was dark and wet like any other cave, but with the added bonus of it smelling like dead fish. Not only that, but the deeper in they got, the bigger the space became. Looking at the sides, Momo could tell that someone had constructed a tunnel within this cave system. An often-used tunnel.

Stealthy making their way deeper inside, the team halted at the sign of two open wooden doors. Peeking inside, Momo and the others could see men stacking a bunch of crates near the edges of the walls. Quietly, the six of them entered the room and hid behind the stacked crates.

Kaminari placed his hand on one of the wooden crates. "I recognize these boxes," the electric blond whispered. "They're used by merchant ships to transfer their cargo. These are…"

"... the boxes from whatever ships that have been sunk," Aoyama realized.

Momo nodded along at the implications of that. Quickly peeking out from the crates, she noticed how massive this room was, from the tall ceiling, to the massive pool of ocean water at the end of the cave, heck, it was big enough that someone could make it a tourist attraction! She knew beach-goers that would love to swim in a naturally-formed indoor pool! But… the water…

Why is it bubbling?

As the others spotted what Momo was staring at, the still water of the pool began to have bubbles in it. The bubbles became bigger, as more of them breached the surface, until finally… a massive blue hand, with familiar fat fingers and dark blue skin emerged from the pool.

The sea monster. The one the locals had dubbed "the Curator."

Momo took a closer look at the ungodly hand that attacked their ship, and noticed that it was holding something. The monster's hand slowly and gently made its way towards the shoreline, where it opened its palm… and dropped off a bunch of wet crates, before submerging again.

Momo whispered, "I think Isana might be controlling the Curator…"

"How?" Awase asked. "Table scraps and a newspaper?"

"I don't think it's table scraps," Aoyama said. "Remember the light magic that was used to almost lure us to our deaths? I think that Inasa might be a mage, and if that's the case…"

"...Then he might be able to do more than just make illusions," Momo said. "He could be using some kind of mental power to enslave the creature, telling it what ships to attack. If our theory is correct, then we need to find Isana and have him break his connection to the Curator."

"How do we break his concentration?" Tsubuaraba asked. "Tickling him?"

"Maybe a loud noise?" Kaibara suggested. "Or maybe if we just straight-up kill him?"

"Why don't we ask him ourselves?" Kaminari spoke.

Momo and the others broke off from their huddle, as they peeked out of the crates to see that Isana was near the body of water. He seemed to be shaking the seawater out of his hair, as one of his lackeys was handing him that light purple cloak he always seemed to be wearing.

Was he having a morning swim with his pet monster? Momo wondered.

"ISANA!"

Momo and the others felt their blood run cold as they witnessed what felt like slow-mo for them, Kaminari jumping out from behind the crates, roaring Isana's name out, and tackling the man. Guess him threatening Kaminari's in-laws was a good way to piss the bard off.

"Fuck," she whispered, before yelling, "Help Kaminari fight off any resistance!"

The others rushed out of their hiding spaces, engaging in combat with Isana's lackeys. Momo herself had the displeasure of being thrown to the ground by a guy twice her width, before kicking him off with her boots, while Kaibara and Tsuburaba were tossed to the side by a few of the other minions like a bunch of ragdolls. Meanwhile, Aoyama used his sharpshooting expertise to wound anyone who got too close, and Awase… pulled out another grenade.

"Uhh, Awase?" Momo called out to him. "Do you even have a target in mind –?"

"ALLEZ, DOUX JÉSUS!"

Everyone looked over to where Aoyama was to see what caused him to scream in such a panic, only to see the French sniper staring at the man Kaminari had tackled down into the ground a few moments prior. It appeared that Isana's metallic mask broke when he crashed, and…

Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna puke, Momo thought to herself.

The left side of Isana's face was completely disfigured. Where one side had a fair-skinned human face with black hair, the other side was a dark blue, almost gray, rubbery texture of a skin, with white hair. His left eye was massive and red, not even looking in the proper direction, almost as if it was trying to crawl to the side of his skull, like, where his ear was… except there wasn't any ear she could see. The two sides of his mouth barely looked like they connected, with one side being human, and the other being a gaping maw full of sharp teeth.

"Ugh…" Tsuburaba cringed. "Now it's hard to tell which end he craps out of…"

"Rrrrr… ENOUGH OF THIS!" Isana roared, as he tossed Kaminari off of him like he weighed nothing. Awase was quick to catch their comrade, but everyone else could do nothing but watch as their enemy rose back up, staring at them. "You should have left when you could…"

"And leave the villagers in your hands?" Kaminari asked. "No way in hell!"

"Ah, yes… Denki Kaminari… or should I call you Denki Jiro?" Isana said, as his face tried to mimic a smile. "How is your dear Kyoka, by the way? I hope her pregnancy isn't too straining…"

"Keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth," the blond hissed.

Crap, this is bad, Momo thought to herself. Isana knew about the Jiros, which meant that there was a chance the Enlightened Evil did, as well. What's more, it looked like Kaminari was about to blow a fuse. She needed to do something. "Hey, ugly! What exactly are you?"

"Oh? Curious, are we?" Isana stopped taunting Kaminari, and stared directly at Momo, something which she did not enjoy one bit. "Why tell you… WHEN I CAN SHOW YOU?"

Isana's body begins to move and contempt in unnatural ways, his back arched in what could only be described as painful, as he… begins to grow. He grew so much that all of his clothes burst off of him, save for his cloak, which seemed to become fused with his body. The rest of his skin turned into a dark blue, the hair on his body disappeared, and his arms turned from looking humanoid to becoming fat and blue, just like those on… the Curator… Oh, no…

"Alright, fuck this!" Awase hissed. "EAT GRENADE, BITCH!"

"NO, NOT AT THE MONSTER!" Kaibara yelled. "AIM FOR THE CAVE CEILING!"

The bandana-wearing mechanic paused for a second, but pretty quickly did as he was told by the geologist. In a matter of seconds, an explosion reverberates throughout the entire cave system, as rocks and boulders begin falling down towards the Curator.

"RRRUUUUURRRAAAAAHHHHH!"

The creature howls in pain, as it retreats back to the massive pool of water behind it, something Momo catches on. "Get to the sub-pods! We have to stop the Curator from getting out!"

The six of them ran off, heading straight back to the wooden doors… only to see them blocked by more of Isana's henchmen. "That's it! I have had it with you barbarians!" Aoyama yelled.

Grabbing Kaminari's weapon from his holster with one hand and using his own pistol in his other, the blond Frenchman systematically shot at every goon's knees with his bullets, sending every single one of them to the cave floor, screaming in pain, in a matter of seconds.

"There, no we don't have to fight our way through." While everyone else stood slack-jawed at what they just saw, Aoyama returned Kaminari's weapon back to him. "Here you go."

"Oh, uh… thanks?"

In Momo's opinion, it was probably for the best that they moved on.

The water was much clearer than yesterday.

The darkness from the last sub-pod deployment seemed to be absent. Momo didn't know if this was because she wasn't panicking over the fact she could drown, or because she couldn't see the Curator right now, but for whatever reason, she could face the issue with clear sight.

That being said, it didn't mean that the waters weren't dark. The deeper their sub-pods went, the darker the ocean got, no matter what Momo's mental state was, so hopefully, knowing what they were dealing with now would give them an advantage over what they were facing.

As the three sub-pods reached the bottom of the local trench they had just entered, Momo radioed the others. "Talk to me, Kaibara, we've gotta find that cave exit. Our best chance of trapping the Curator, if not outright killing him, is to seal him inside. We got anything?"

"It's too dark to see," the geologist said. "Fire the magnesium flares."

"What?! NO!" Kaminari shouted. "We have to sneak up on it, not –"

Too late. Two magnesium flares were shot by Aoyama's sub-pod, sending the light blue spheres off into the darkness of the sea, and revealing… the Curator. He had already gotten out.

However, the monster didn't think light was capable of reaching these depths, causing it to momentarily pause in shock, for just enough time for Momo to get a good look at it.

The overall body structure resembles that of a sperm whale, albeit with a dark blue color rather than a natural gray skin. Its upper teeth looked like massive needles, while its bottom jaw was full of wide, triangular teeth. It had limbs, like a person, only that they were the same fat fingers Momo had seen before, but now covered up all the way to its shoulders and back in a protective layer, one reminiscent of the cloak Isana always wore. And its eyes… those red irises…

Momo had to stop staring at the beast, as the light of the flares began to die down, and the Curator returned to reality, trying to grab and bite down on the sub-pods. All of them performed evasive maneuvers, as Momo yelled, "Stay clear of the hands and teeth!"

"Yeah, no kidding," Awase said. "I'm gonna take a shot!"

Momo watched as Aoyama and Awase's sub-pod moved in towards the monster, dodging and weaving through its hands, which were trying to crush the submersible. However, in the last second, the Curator waved its hand towards them, sending the water pressure in their direction, causing the sub-pod to change course the second it fired two of its torpedoes.

BOOM! BOOM!

"Putain!" Aoyama cursed. "It's no good! We can't line up a good shot!"

"We're on him," Kaminari said, as he took over the controls, sending himself and Momo's sub-pod down towards the sea monster's gaping maw. "Open wide… It's feeding time."

Kaminari managed to press the button and launch one of the torpedoes, but was knocked back by the Curator, as it dodged yet another attack, and roared at them.

"WATCH OUT!" Momo yelled at everyone. "MONSTER ON THE MOVE!"

The whale-like abomination began to sink its arms into the bottom of the trench, before launching itself up into the water, further propelling itself with its tail. All the three sub-pods could do was try to move faster than the Curator, and avoid its hands anytime they got close.

Climbing out of the trench, the sub-pods made their way to relatively open waters. And by open, it was more accurate to say a crag-infested mountain range, forcing them to dodge and weave between the undersea pillars, while also avoiding the Curator. Momo could hear the creature's roars behind them, as it kept trying to bite them, as the sub-pods made their way out of the crag fields and to the empty ocean floor, taking turns anywhere they could to slow it down.

"We're down to our last shot!" Awase yelled.

"As are we!" Tsuburaba followed.

"Head back to the beach!" Momo ordered. "We've got to get on dry land!"

She knew when a fight was as good as done. She wasn't going to risk the lives of her soldiers, Kaminari included, on some minute chance that they might be able to hit the Curator with their remaining torpedoes. No, they needed to get back to the surface, contact their reinforcements, and try again later with a whole battlecruiser's worth of soldiers and weapons.

However, that's when Kaminari notices something.

As they make their way up the sea mountain that holds Piscatio Island above the water, Denki Kaminari spots something down on the side. A sub-pod. The one he and Yaoyorozu first used yesterday when the ship was under attack from the Curator, and sank to the bottom.

The same sub-pod that never fired a single torpedo.

The moment Denki noticed that sub-pod, it seemed like the whole world stood still. As if it allowed him the time he needed to assess the situation and make a decision.

From the moment Denki Kaminari was born, he wasn't all that good at thinking. He was a bard, a man of art, not a thinker. Kyoka usually handled the finances between the two of them, having learned how to do so from her parents. He was never able to use his magic, so he had to compensate by purchasing a firearm capable of running on what measly power he had. He wasn't the one who came up with the strategy to rescue his pregnant wife, Bakugou and his friends were the ones who did that after he had begged them to help him. And the only reason he came along for this mission was because he was familiar with the surrounding areas, something he only managed to do after visiting them year after year, all of his life.

But what he lacked in smarts, he made up for in heart.

He had sung his heart out ever since he was capable of playing the lute. He had given his heart to Kyoka, to spend the rest of his life with her. He knew that he needed to defend his life and family, so rather than pouting over the fact he sucked at magic, he got himself a weapon he could learn to use. And when Kyoka was abducted, he asked for help from others because he knew his own limitations, and even if he had to go at it alone, he would have. Hell, he even helped retake the Collibus Hills because of how much he owed the JSDF and their allies.

And now, he had to make another decision. He came on this mission to stop a monstrous group of villains from destroying the world he had traveled across, to keep his family and friends safe, and now, an opportunity had presented itself. Was he going to let it slip past him?

"No."

Taking the controls from Yaoyorozu and turning the sub-pod around, Denki headed straight for where the downed one was. "ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE'RE HEADING RIGHT AT IT!"

"We're heading for our old sub-pod," Denki corrected her, pointing out towards the front window. "It's got a full load of torpedoes. We can blow them all at once, and take him down."

Denki could see the world seemingly slowing down again, as Yaoyorozu thought over his decision. He looked her straight in the eyes, and when she looked up to him, she nodded.

"Let's do this."

Out the side windows, Denki could see the other sub-pods double-back and regroup with theirs. With all three of them heading straight for the sunken pod, and the Curator charging straight towards them, they would only have one shot at this. Closer… closer… NOW!

Clicking the button, Denki launched the last torpedo they had, as the other two sub-pods did the same, all of them not aimed not towards the creature, but at the explosives it was about to swim under. The torpedoes followed the line, and… a massive explosion blinded Denki Jiro.

BOOOOOOOM!

When his eyes came back, he could see a massive stream of boiling water and bubbles in front of his window, along with… the corpse of the Curator, slowly breaking apart.

"Huh, well, I'll be damned," Yaoyorozu said, smiling. "We actually did it."

"Yeah…" Denki said. "Thanks for trusting in me."

"Of course. Now come on, let's head back to shore."

The speed at which the weather changed around the island was practically comical. In less than twenty-four hours after the death of the Curator, the sun shined once again.

It was late the next morning, and Momo couldn't help but admire the drive of the villagers living on the island. Without the constant fear of Isana and his goons lurking at every corner, the locals were now leaving their homes. Artisans began working on their crafts out in the open again, housewives were out shopping, people were painting the walls of their homes and the hulls of their fishing boats in vibrant colors, and children were outside playing tag.

Kaminari smiled at the scene. "Oh, yeah, this feels more like home."

"Oui. The curse is lifted, the fish are back, and the mildew is scrubbed away," Aoyama said.

Awase nodded. "So, if something stinks now, that would be…"

"IT'S THE FISH!" Kaibara shouted. "Stop covering your noses around me!"

"Still, it's nice to know that we made a difference," Tsuburaba said. "With the Curator gone, the ships can come back to trade, and the people can come and go as they please. Who knows, maybe Kyotoku and Mika will visit us at the Collibus Hills when your kid is born, Denki?"

Kamnari nodded. "Yeah, that'd be nice, Kosei. But still, I can't help but wonder…"

"Can't help but wonder what?" Momo asked.

"What exactly was Isana's plan here?" the blond asked. "He played both the roles of the monster responsible for driving the fish away and the magistrate responsible for supposedly saving the town, for what? Just so he could rule over a town? LIke some kind of tyrant?"

"That is a good question," Momo admitted. "Maybe it had something to do with his name, Curator. A person who guards objects in a museum… Maybe there was something here that he didn't want anyone to find? Though, with his lackeys disappearing before we came back…"

"Yeah, we don't have anyone to tell us," Kaminari sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll figure it out… friend."

"Friend, huh?" Denki Jiro smiled. "I think I like that. Thanks, Yaomomo."

"Anytime, Jiro."

Beneath the waves, Flect Turn clicked his tongue. The Curator failed. While his loss wasn't that big of a deal, he was more concerned with those responsible for it. Those otherworlders…

They were no doubt led by that Yaoyorozu woman. Word of her deeds had spread even to the bottom of the trenches. And while the aquatic demi-human had to admit, her exploits were impressive, and at the end of the day, she was just a human. And humans could still drown.

He would make sure they would all drown.

Author's Note: And with that, this two-chapter story comes to an end! The rest of the arcs will mostly be one chapter (with few exceptions), so you all won't have to wait!

For those who don't know, the Curator is a Villain from one of the MHA arcade games, and was based on a character from one of Horikoshi's previous works

Shin: You're right on the money when it comes to Bakugou, mostly because I have no idea how he would actually react, but what you said does make sense. Of course Denki would free his wife's hometown, that's what most people would do in such a scenario (I hope)! I actually didn't know that Lizard Priest's horns were a sign that he was getting closer to becoming a dragon, I thought it was just a stylistic choice by the author.

Honey- (Guest): Everything was funny and silly to you? That's better than I ever dared to dream of! Wonderful! Also, I'm gonna assume the second comment on this chapter is also from you (given it has an identical name), so just read the chapter to find out what I meant by the creature's power, and let there be more creeps given to you!

VinHD15: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! Lemme know how ya liked your gift!

valkrus: Okay, yes, I know that I was inspired by Atlantis: Milo's Return for this mini-arc, but I was referring more to the plot and the props. Characters are strictly MHA, hence why there wasn't an actual kraken here (since Innsmouth is too tiny), but instead, a different character played the role of the kaiju-sized sea monster from the franchise. Also, fixed the typo. Guess it's back to level one of this game, for me.

Grieflord_101: I'm glad you love this series! Unfortunately, I don't know how to allow people to add my stories into their collections. Could you maybe guide me through it?

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