Chapter 33: Episode 31

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Bakugou stood up from the pile of trash, disbelief coloring his face, but then the anger soon bled through as he glared at Ikamaru with clenched teeth. He wasn't angry, he wasn't pissed, he was fucking livid. To be beaten back by someone of Ikamaru's caliber, and during a sneak attack at that… It was a black mark on his otherwise spotless record, something that he doubted he could ever quite wash off. Even if he brutalized the bastard at the end, even if the matter was buried forever, never to be mentioned again. The fact that he got thrown into the trash like a dog would haunt him. That, that was unacceptable.

Bakugou picked the empty food can decorating his head and crushed the cheap metal in his hand. The ragged edges dug into the skin of his palm, drawing naught but small droplets of blood thanks to his strengthened durability. Yet, he didn't care, the pain only served to fuel his growing rage. "I'm going to blow your fucking brain out…" He growled. Having known Ikamaru for a few years, he had expected the traitorous Captain to show a little bit of fear, what he instead received was an infuriating smile that, like woods to fire, stoked the all-encompassing wrath in his heart.

"You can try, Mad Dog Of Shibuya…" Ikamaru chuckled, his pot-belly jiggling despite the suit that seemed desperate to keep all that fat in place. Then, the bastard turned his gaze towards Okamoto, the girl had run to his side while he and the ugly, balding bastard were having their exchange. "I see you have brought a hello gift–" Ikamaru's tone was slick and slimy as he licked the pair of beefy, bruised flesh he called lips perversely. "I'll be sure to enjoy her thoroughly." That almost sent Bakugou into a rage. He absolutely hated when people called him by that Title, if it could even be called that.

As for the comment regarding Okamoto… He didn't pay it any mind, not because he didn't care about her, but because Bakugou was confident in his ability to protect the little airhead if push came to shove. "I'll show you Mad Dog, you fat pile of pig shit!"

His Ki revolved in his Dantian, sinking in and saturating his veins and muscles as they pulsed with strength that no human should have. Ki was the energy of Life, it did not directly control aspects or functions of the body, not usually anyways, but it did act as a guide and the glue holding the body together, helping organs, muscles and everything in between operate as they should. For Disciples of the Art who had just learnt a basic Breathing Technique, they could temporarily increase their physical aspects, for a Master like Bakugou, Ki seized to act as a mere temporary boost.

It's a state of mind, acting to not simply increase his prowess, but a philosophy that worked in tandem with his chosen Techniques. There was a reason why Practitioners of the Art often reflected the Techniques of their choosing. Those who used Yang were more brash, easily angered and compelled by their emotions, while those that focused on Yin were calmer, more manipulative and less prone to emotional outbursts. Bakugou's Ki was a mirror to his personality, the small balls that appeared over his palms were erratic and shone an angry yellowish orange, growing deeper in color and more chaotic as his temper rose…

"Explosion is an Art…!" He muttered. Similar to how Mages hypnotized themselves to perform their Magecraft, certain phrases and lines could help smoothen a Martial Artist's Ki, thus improving the destructive capability of their attacks. When it all came down, the two Worlds weren't too different from each other, Bakugou realized.

One moment he was there, standing motionless in front of the trash with only minutes twitches of muscles to show his rage, the next he had disappeared in a flash, the ground beneath his feet shattering as his Ki propelled himself forwards and towards the grinning traitor. He planned to end this fast, driving his palm into the bastard's stomach. He felt the hit connect, felt the bastard's belly jiggle and morph under the explosive force of his Ki, he even felt the familiar rattle from the attack that shook his bones, yet all he managed to accomplish was push the bastard a few feet back.

"WHAT?!" He barely got the question out before being slapped by the fat as it bounced at his face. Despite feeling his head buzz from the impact, Bakugou could clearly hear the mocking, scornful snort, one that was a pitch too close to that of an actual pig, from Ikamaru. He skillfully regained balance, body twisting to the air currents to land on his feet, his eyes dark with brimming fury. "Is that really all you have got to offer, Mad Dog? I'm disappointed, your mother would have lasted longer." The balding bastard laughed lecherously, then he rushed to press his advantage.

Thankfully, Bakugou wasn't the only one to face him. With his attention aimed solely on the explosive blonde, Ikamaru didn't even realize notice any abnormality until Okamoto's wires were firmly on his limbs and neck, though the weapon, or weapons were made of special materials, they barely drew blood as the traitorous Captain ran at Bakugou, who had just landed on his feet seconds prior. Alas, Okamoto's effort would prove harmful to herself. Her attack barely held the fat bastard long enough for him to hastily avoid the shoulder-charge, but that was when Ikamaru decided he was done playing with the girl.

He pulled on her wires and hurled her over heads like a humanoid Morningstar.

It's moments like this that the weakness of her Lineage was fully shown. Against enemies several-folds stronger and more durable, her wires could prove extremely detrimental. It's for this very reason that later models of said wires had included an emergency mechanism to help their users quickly detach from the wires themselves. Unfortunately, Okamoto was too flustered to activate it in time, resulting in her being slammed through a solid, concrete wall that instantly squeezed the air from her lungs.

She wasn't a front line fighter in the first place, thus the attack nearly knocked her out, but by some miracles, Okamoto persisted. "K- *Gasp*- Kat- *Cough*- Katsuki-chan… Run." That woke something fierce in Bakugou. He felt his Ki and his wrath burn with the intensity of a thousand suns, figuratively of course. He didn't realize at first, but now he understood. There were many obscure Manuals and Scriptures in Murim, but those with the same characteristics as Ikamaru's were few and far in between. "Multi-Sized Technique paired with the First Form of the Five Grand Defensive Formations, is it?"

The thoughts came to Bakugou suddenly. Multi-Sized Technique was an old, ancient Art often used by a Clan of Shinobi, allowing them to change their physical appearance; hide in tight, narrow spaces and even increase and decrease their body mass by inflating the Ki inside their Dantian or compressing their form. It's mostly used for stealth missions, helping them conceal their identities in enemies' territories, but there had been records of said technique being used to surprise enemy combatants in conflicts. Unfortunately, that was all the technique was good for.

Those that practiced Multi-Sized could be deflated like a balloon by the slightest hit, since the inflated Ki was diluted and unstable. Its other function, to compress their bodies even lowered their defensive aspect due to a lack of flesh to cushion hits. It was, for all intents and purposes, next to useless in combative situations. Theoretically, it could be utilized in pair with other Techniques, but that was theoretically only… The chaotic Ki was far too unpredictable, far too wild to be paired with a second Art, let alone something as complicated as the Five Defensive Formations. "Hoh? You are knowledgeable than I took you for, Mad Dog."

Ikamaru shook his fists, each the size of a basketball, giggling. The sight nearly made Bakugou vomit. "One Technique creates an extremely malleable body, while the other is rigid in nature… They don't seem like they would go well together at all, do they?" The bastard wiped the thin line of blood on his neck, then licked the offending finger in a manner that he must have assumed was sexy. This time the explosive blonde did vomit. Thankfully, he managed to force the revolting mixture back down his stomach, but that did not alleviate his disgust, not one bit.

"How I'm able to cultivate both is actually a stroke of luck–" Ikamaru grunted as his belly shifted and twisted. "Unlike you Mad Dog, I've never been talented at Martial Arts. Come to think of it, I've never been talented at anything really… My parents were quite upset at that, they tried everything to 'help' me, forcing me practice Manuals that would leave my poor-self bedridden for weeks on end. They tried and tried and tried, until one day, my body couldn't take it anymore."

"Is there a fucking point to this?!" Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his gaze flashing towards Okamoto who was still gasping, desperate to get a breath into her lungs. He didn't mind the bastard talking, it would buy time for the girl to get back to her feet, but he knew Ikamaru, he was the type to drone on and on unnecessarily just to annoy his foes, the angrier Bakugou appeared, the more this fat pile of dump wanted to speak. "Relax, young Bakugou there is a point." Ikamaru cackled at his remark, continuing moments after. "Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted– I entered Ki Deviation.

As it would turn out, practicing multiple opposing Arts does have its consequences… I was close to dying, I could feel Death's jaws clamping on my throat and my Family had left me to die when I met him." He ran his meaty hand through the greasy strands of hair that surrounded his bald head. "The Magus was a cunt, but he saved my life and granted me the powers I so desperately sought, so when he demanded I sign a Geas with him, I readily agreed. Not that I have much of a choice, but still…" Bakugou's eyes widened as he finally spoke. "You mean–!"

"That's right. Danzo thought he was the General, when in truth, he was merely a pawn. I was the one that whispered in his ears, I was the one who bombed the previous Mister and Misses Nishiki to drive a wedge in Kiyoshi. I've done the same to many other Sects and Schools as well… Even the LeBlanc– The scary ol' Mages that idiot Sasaki is so afraid of are here on his orders and under my commands! That's right, I alone orchestrated everything!" Ikamaru clenched, then unclenched his fist. "I don't regret joining him, without his help, I could have– No, I would have been nothing!" He spat venomously, then his mouth twisted into a wide, maddened grin.

"Besides, it's always fun to break talented people like you and Sasaki– That self-centered shit~" Bakugou remained emotionless outwardly as he patted the dust from his clothes, but he was cringing internally. Things weren't going to plan, Ikamaru was supposed to be another weakling that got his position thanks to an unhealthy dose of bootlicking and foul means, not a secret boss who was basically his antithesis in Martial Arts. Normally, he would have rejoiced at the chance of battling someone on pair with himself, but with the situation as it was, Bakugou couldn't even muster up a grin.

He peeked at his airheaded companion for a brief moment, his fury having cooled down considerably, yet simmering still at the deepest depth of his mind. 'Fuck.' This victory wasn't going to come easily, that fact was for certain. But, he would win, he must for his own pride and… Friends? Bakugou clicked his tongue at the thought, irritation painting his expression.

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

I leaned against the cheap, fake leather as buildings and trees passed by. At last, this Quest was coming to an end. It had only been days, but it felt like years since my arrival in Shibuya. I wouldn't deny my time spent here had been comfortable, fun even. Unfortunately, I still had things to do, matters to resolve in Fuyuki, I also couldn't abandon Rin and Shiro. In the usual timeline, Shirou Emiya would have defeated his foes with the aid of Rin and Artoria, barring Heaven's Feel route, but having played the Visual Novel countless times, I knew there were at least three dozens Bad Ends.

'Forty if Google is to be trusted, and only three Good Ends.' The odds were stacked disastrously against us and the mere fact that Shirou had become Shiro could send the whole War down a spiral of nightmare-fuel scenarios and depression. What if we were on course to Heaven's Feel and Sakura wasn't in love with Shiro? Sure, I could probably defeat Tainted Sakura, but I'd rather not risk it. Besides, while I didn't care much for the third Heroine in the past, leaving her to her fate was inhumane and would undoubtedly leave a bad taste in my mouth.

I also couldn't disregard the possibility that Rin would hold a grudge against me for failing to save her estranged sister. Thus, I made a promise, whispering to myself. "Once Kiyoshi's crisis is resolved, I will dedicate my time to help the girl and kill Zouken…"

"Did you say something?" I shook my head at my cab driver, waving him off as I continued with my train of thoughts. Killing Zouken was the priority, but it wouldn't be easy. He had hundreds, thousands, if not millions of worms and as long as one survived, there was a chance for him to survive whatever I threw at him. I'd either have to create a Spell that instantly destroyed all of his wiggling, slimy vessels at once or annihilate his soul, therefore obliterating his consciousness. Both options had its pros and cons. The first was far, far harder to accomplish, but it was cleaner.

The second was much easier to do, yet the aftermath could potentially be catastrophic. Imagine thousands, millions of Crest worms controlled by their instinct to seek out the nearest source of Mana and feed on them, too stupid to concern themselves with the consequences of their actions. If that were to happen, the Clock Tower might just pick the nuclear option and wiped Fuyuki off the map. None would be wiser since the Tower had their hands in almost every country, it would be a hassle to cover up the sudden disappearance of an entire City along with its residents, but it wasn't unthinkable for the Tower.

Alternatively, I could contact the Barthomeloi about Zouken, their insatiable hatred for Apostles would do the rest, letting me wash my hands off the situation. Sadly, this course of actions would undermine Rin's authority as the Second Owner, it might even implicate the tsundere in the process seeing as she was the one responsible for Fuyuki and failed to report or contain such a volatile affair. Not to mention, Sakura would die, there was no doubt about it. The Tower wouldn't waste its resources to help the girl, they might even consider her to be in cahoots with that wrinkled, old worm.

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"What a shitty scenario." I muttered under my breath, then directed my attention at the floating Quest before me. I had to get my head in the game, my future-self could deal with Zouken and Sakura later, right now the Mages from Ragnarok were the bigger threat. If I couldn't kill them, my life would be in serious danger. Between [Sword God Style], [Petal Burst] and [Reinforcement], I was confident in my ability to win any direct battle, but Mages weren't Martial Artists. A Magus' repertoire wasn't limited to just the physical aspect of a fight. Some had malicious Curses, like the one put on Sasaki.

Others had Mystic Codes that could shoot Magical Beams the size of buildings, similar to the faux Jeweled Sword used by a variation of Rin in Heaven's Feel. Hell, the recent Lancer's Master, Lord El-Melloi straight up had a T-1000 he could freely employ with a thought…! I underestimated Regul and nearly paid the price for it, 'till this day I still had no fucking clue how I survived the fight other than a vague memory of seeing the Nothingness I got to witness moments after my suicide again. I wasn't about to make the same mistake of underestimating Mages twice, and this time, I'd make sure to triple-tap these bitches.

[Chain Quest: Mages Amongst Men]

Difficulty: Insane

Your waifu has been harmed by another Magus tsundere… How dared they?! They must pay for hurting the loli tsundere! Shower them with righteous retribution: Kill them, capture them or make them your eternal slaves! Alternatively, you can fail the Quest and be made into somebody's bitch, or run back crying to mommy Gil, that is if she doesn't bisect your dumbass for cowardice, the choice is yours, Gamer. Personally, I'd pick the first option, I recommend you do too!

[Reward: Reputation Increase In The Moonlit World, One Random Skill]

[Failure: Death or Enslavement– Take Your Pick]

Honestly, I wasn't expecting much, but there really hadn't been any changes to the Quest. None whatsoever. There weren't even clues or hints as to which branch of Magecraft the Mages excelled at. Hopefully, it's something more direct. I despised Bosses with DPS effects, damned Blood-Rot still haunted my dreams. 'Fucking Melania.' On a side note, while I was occupied with my thoughts, we had arrived at the Market. The place seemed… Way more heavily secured compared to two days ago. Did the Mages notice our movements?

It would explain why Danzo suddenly usurped Sasaki. With our scouting mission causing all that fuss, plus Sasaki's abrupt order to gather forces, regardless of how discreet he was, the Mages must have put two and two together, and realized we were about to attack their hideout, which led to our current situation where neither side had been able to truly get rid of the other. I was wondering why the assailants chasing us were so pathetically weak, but it would make sense if the Mages were forced to hasten their plans thanks to our actions. Whether that was a Blessing or a Curse, I still hadn't decided.

Oh-well, I'd get my answer soon. I jumped out of the cab, leaving behind a thin stack of money that should cover my fee and more, then jogged towards the building where the Mages should, hopefully, stay in. Don't get me wrong, I had activated [Future Calculation], odds were they hadn't abandoned their hideout, but [Future Calculation] just predicted the odds of something occurring, there was a chance of the timeline I was in was part of the minority, meaning Murphy's Law was still very much in effect. 'This shit is more stressful than job interviews.' If I had the time, I'd be smoking a pack to calm my nerves.

Sadly, I understood: The quicker this was dealt with, the better. 'Let's get this over with then.' I continued inside, swiping the elevator keycard from one of the many security officers while he wasn't watching. Nobody stopped or bothered me, they had no reason to and I, being the anti-social person I was, didn't bother anyone either. I kept to the crowds, blending in as always until I reached the elevator. I pressed all the suspecting floors to find the most suspicious one. Sure enough, the display showed floor 72nd was unavailable. It could be for maintenance purposes, but that would be too much of a coincidence.

"Once is happenstance. Twice is a pattern. Thrice is enemy action." I didn't stop at the floor directly below the 72nd, if the Mages were as smart as I gave them credit for, they would booby-trap the shit out of the floor to prevent any possible attack, especially the elevator. I came to floor 65th instead, just to be safe. I could take the stairs up to their hideout afterwards and dismantle any Bounded Field I found on the way there. With a plan in mind, I started to ascend the stairs. The first four floors were safe, there was no Mana residue, no Bounded Field as far as I could sense, and trust me, I was good at sensing things.

Not quite the bloodhound that Shirou was shown to be in the Visual Novel, but I was better than most. Starting from floor 70th, there were traps of all kinds, some clearly a result of Magecraft, while others were merely mundane traps. Funnily enough, there was no Bounded Field, not even a weak one. I made quick work of the traps, both the mundane ones and the more… Unusual, such as a display doll that shot fucking metals-rending laser from its eyes and melted to a pile of charred plastic once it had served its purpose. There were even semi-sentient paper-cutters that chased their target in bulk…

But, the worst offender of them all were the damned curtains that tried to eliminate any visitor via restricting their airway, either by stuffing their nose and mouth, squeezing their throat or, in more extreme cases, trying to deep-throat said person. How did I know this? I encountered not one, not two, but seven of those motherfuckers on this floor! "I'm going to rip your spines from your arses." I growled to myself as I flung away the charred curtain that had just tried to give me the BBC experience. I was positively murderous at this point, and only the sight of the stairs leading up was able to somewhat dampen my rage.

I stormed my way towards the door, shattering the lock with a punch as I stepped through to find… Nothing? There was no floor, no stairs, just pitch black darkness as I fell and fell and fell, landing on something as the air was violently wrenched out of my lungs, causing me to blackout. "Fuck!"

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

I woke up to a white, sterilized room. The first thing to capture my attention was the constant, annoying beeping that came near my head, the next was the painful… Thrums in my neck? "What?" My voice was hoarse and different. It sounded almost like my old voice, but rougher. I lifted my head to take a quick look around, ignoring the stuffy feeling pressed against the skin of my neck and found exactly what I'd expect from a hospital room. White walls, simple yet ugly green wheeled ward screen, a wilted potted plant that seemed like it hadn't been fed water for weeks and several pieces of medical equipment that looked weird.

Maybe a better way to describe them would be: Out of place? I yanked the needles piercing my skin, causing the machine they were hooked up to to fall over, crashing to the floor. "Where the Hell am I?" The words just exited my mouth when several nurses and men– Guards, I correct in my mind, burst in. "Mr. N*****, are you alright? What happened?" What the fuck did she just call me? That was my name… Not Leo, not Magnum. She called by my name, my real name, the name I oh-so hated. "What did you call me?" I tried, I really did, but I couldn't contain the threatening growl that seeped into my tone.

The nurse took a step back, eyes brimming with unshed tears as I limped over, veins pulsing. Finally, I gazed at my hands, it was no longer the pair of flawless, blemishes-free hands that belonged to Leo, they were my old ones. My scarred, darkened and rough hands. "What trick is this? What did you do to me?!" I jumped at the group as the guards charged at me. I kicked at the first to get near, groaning as pain shot through me. As Leonis, I consistently pulled off splits that should have left my crotch burning, but I had never been able to perform splits before my suicide, my body too rigid and inflexible.

Still, I braved through the discomfort quite easily, having experienced far worse against Kotomine and Regul. The kick connected, sending the man rolling on the floor as his large frame crashed into the broken medical equipment. The second guard roared as he bolted towards me, I threw a clumsy haymaker at his jaw, frowning at the lack of strength behind the blow. Usually, even without [Reinforcement], I should be able to shatter concrete walls several feet in thickness effortlessly. 'Fuck…' Sure enough, what I had feared came to pass. My punch connected, but it barely fazed the charging mountain of muscles.

This fight was lost. My pride screamed at me as I slipped under him, throwing people away from my path as I made to escape. I ran and ran, I ran past people that yelled out to me, ran past the crazies in tight outfit restrained by leather straps, patients who wore nothing besides the long gowns which exposed their behinds and sometimes, private areas. My lungs burnt as I got to the open courtyard, all while the speakers blared loudly. It was only now that I realized I wasn't speaking Japanese, I wasn't speaking English, I was speaking in my mother tongue. Yet, I didn't allow the fact to stop me from rushing to the closed gate.

I couldn't make the jump, not as I was, but I sure as fuck could try, and if I couldn't, I could climb that shit. "Mr. N*****, please wait!" I shouted. "Fuck off! I'm not fucking crazy!" I didn't pay much attention to my surrounding earlier, but I wasn't dumb, I didn't need a damned sign to know I was in a mental asylum. Like a monkey, I threw my tired form onto the fence, slowly making my way to freedom. "You fuckers!" I screamed hysterically, palms splitting open trying to support my weight. "I'm going to fucking kill you all when I find you, you hear me, you fucking French cunts?!

I'm going to skin you alive!" At last, I got to the top, but the moment I touched the barbed wires, I felt electric currents coursing painfully through my system. The barbed wires I could handle, the pain that would follow I could shrug off… Unfortunately, regardless of my willpower, I couldn't ignore the biological reaction my body had when faced with electric currents. I seized up, dropping to the ground as I groaned. Although I fought the feeling, my eyelids were growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. "S- *Gasp*- Shit…"

Darkness swallowed me whole.

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

Once more, I roused from my sleep.

I was in the same room, faced with the same equipment that beeped loudly, its sounds like bombs to my ears. "Where- What?!" I tried to yank my arms again, but found myself strapped tightly to the bed. "Ah! You are awake, Mr. N*****. I'm doctor Elizabeth, and you were making quite the trouble for us." I scowled, arms flexing against my restraints. "Why don't you release me and I can show trouble, you fucking cunt." The blonde woman sighed, her short, curly hair shaking with every little movement she made. Her bright blue eyes, so similar to Rin's, were so unfamiliar too. It was cold, unfeeling.

The only trace of emotions I could find in those beautiful, ocean blue orbs was irritation. "Mr. N*****, I don't think you understand the situation you are in. Your family found you overdosed, your throat cut open by your hands in a cheap motel. If the owner hadn't come in time, you would have died. Do you understand?" I didn't reply, eyes searching for a way, any way to escape my predicament instead. My mind whirled at the possibilities. "Since it's clear you can't be trusted with your own safety, you've been put in our mental institution by your parents, your mother to be exact." She rubbed her forehead, continuing.

"Your father couldn't handle it when he heard the news, he's currently in a hospital's extensive care unit." She leaned over me. "Do you enjoy making a mess out of everything? Do you enjoy hurting your family, Mr. N*****? Your sister cried herself hoarse when she heard you tried to commit suicide, your mother fell to her knees when they saw you in the emergency room." Despite my best effort, I felt tears streaming down my face. "No, y- you don't understand! I did it for them! So they wouldn't be disappointed anymore, so they wouldn't have to look at their useless son!"

What was I doing? This wasn't real, none of it was. This was a trick, it must be. "Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth! You tell those French cunts when I get out–" I paused, chest heavy with anger and fear. "Not if, when, I'm going to kill them all!" The fake doctor glared at me from where she stood. "I was hoping we could have a civil conversation, but I guess I was wrong. We will talk tomorrow, when you have calmed down, Mr. N*****. For now, sleep tight." She left under my barrage of curses and insults. The bitch came in, provoked me and thought she could just fucking leave?

Before exiting the room, she glanced back at me. "How unfortunate that you didn't succeed in your attempt, I'm sure the World would have been a better place without you." This rotten cunt. "Goodnight, Mr. N*****."

"Fuck you! You fucking slut, get back here you bitch! I'm talking to you!" I fumed in the cold bed. During my first escape attempt, it was still morning, but now it was night. I refused to believe I couldn't get myself out of this. I flexed my biceps, increasing the pressure on my restraints. I felt the leather straps dig into my skin, drawing blood. I felt my skin peel back as I tried to get out. I must have tried for hours, yet I couldn't budge even an inch. They had made this thing to last. I slumped back against the pillow, tiredness creeping over me and broke down in sobs. "Fuck…"

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