I'm exceedinglyrarely chilling in JaxWolf4's (Author of Nah, I'd Adapt) Discord Server. It's a chaotic lobotomy mess. Not for the faint of heart.
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Holy shit, boys and girls, this must be like a thesis-level yap chapter on Quirk bullshit combined with Nezu and Todo verbally fist-fighting. Buckle up and feel free to skip if you REALLY can't handle it, just a friendly Burger suggestion. Tried to make it as 'logically engaging' as possible, given the serious implications this will have.
DOMAIN EXPANSION INFINITE BLACK FLASHES!
-Story Start-
With the investigation party resigning to Yuji's odd nervous tic that was most certainly out of the kid's control, the door creaked open rather loudly, revealing a looming, behemoth figure accompanied by Tsukauchi
Turning around with an almost relieved smile, Yuji gave a light wave towards Aoi. "Now I'm much better." He openly admitted.
"Not to worry, my friend," Aoi answered Yuji's relief with a knowing shit-eating grin.
Regardless, that was Yuji's first coherent sentence this entire questioning session, combined with Aoi's broad and infuriating smirk...
A loud snicker reverberated once more, as Nezu seemed to be holding himself back from falling into another continuous cackle as his entire body twitched in discomfort.
All the while, the other occupants of the room - Kenji, Tsukauchi, and Toshinori could only sigh in collective exasperation.
Toshinori was the first to gesture at the chair beside Yuji, his lips lifting to form a soothing and polite smile, "Please take a seat, Todo-san."
Aoi blinked as he strolled towards the seat beside Yuji, all the while his eyes swiftly scanning the room's occupants.
As he sat down, his eyes shot back to meet Toshinori's innocent expression, a finger pointed at the skeleton-figured blonde individual.
Aoi called out the unfamiliar man, "Faculty member of U.A.... why are you here?"
He had seen this man multiple times before - a few times around the campus, some times during his visits with Nezu, and initially just before he triumphed over the rodent, managing to get him and his brother in the same class.
Yuji blinked, flashing an awkward yet still surprised expression, "That's All Might, dude."
...
Just like that, he dropped a literal bombshell, and so innocently.
Toshinori's jaw unhinged as he stammered out of genuine startlement, "W-What?"
Aoi blinked once more, ignoring Toshinori's very telling reaction and the other surprised expressions of those in the room.
He turned to his left, meeting Yuji's eyes with an almost disappointed tone. "For real? This malnourished fellow?"
"For real, man," Yuji confirmed, turning towards Toshinori and the others, "I've been sitting with that for a while... and by that I mean since you brought me in."
Scratching his pink hair with his four-fingered hand, he murmured his rather debatable two cents, "Guessing this is a big secret and all, but I think it's better if I just come out and say it and get the memo if I should keep it a secret."
Yuji's not the sort to blabber around, but he could if he doesn't get clear, one-liner instructions to not say something.
He's just adhering to his own program, that's all.
Blinking, Toshinori slowly processed the boy's words, murmuring a genuine request, his tone dripping gratitude, "Yes, I would greatly appreciate it if you could keep my weakened self a secret, young men."
Aoi's eyes narrowed as he absentmindedly agreed, "That won't be an issue. Just a slight bit of disappointment from a man of your nonstandard calibre."
Toshinori flashed a knowing smile, "I get that often."
Yuji nodded as well, "Don't sweat it, I don't think you should hide it though. But anyway, your secret's safe with me!" He gave an eager thumbs-up.
Toshinori mirrored Yuji's friendly, sunny smile. "The intricacies of my image make it a bit impactful if I were to do so, I'm afraid. Regardless, thank you, both of you."
"I am curious," Nezu started with his usual polite smile, his tone oozing curiosity, "how could you tell it was All Might? Quite the visual dissonance if even your esteemed older brother couldn't tell."
Aoi huffed in response, folding his arms and his tone expressing his distaste, "Even a dog's bark is worth more than a rodent's poorly veiled insult."
Nezu's smile seemed to only grow, "Oh, quite the contrary, my violent, brash and meatheaded student! That was meant as a compliment to the mysteriously perceptive Itadori."
Waving his hand innocently and with sheer disappointment, he added, "You might be the most egotistical Human I have crossed paths with."
He snickered, "Now that was an insult, by the way."
"And the prior adjectives attached to me weren't? You are quite slow indeed, rodent. Perhaps you should get another 'High Specs' Quirk to elevate yourself from vermin to the noble status of the most basic of primates-"
"Enough." Kenji's impatience and commanding tone interrupted Aoi's sneering insult spree, though Nezu seemed to enjoy it as his expression mirrored Aoi's own.
Turning to the snorting Aoi, he spoke firmly. "You can have your pointless student and principal bonding after we're done here. We have far more important things on the agenda."
Without waiting for anyone's response, he gestured towards the two brothers sitting side by side, "Our first question - why had you disobeyed your teacher and engaged in combat before any possible clause of self-defence could be enacted?"
Yuji's lips parted to finally respond normally, now that Aoi was here, only to pause at Aoi's palm in front of his face. "Allow me, Yuji, as I was the first aggressor, after all."
Aoi's bored gaze drifted across the eyes of all those present, as he gave a rather simple and impatient answer. "I am underage, so I found it easily abusable to get an advantage in a situation that is of a high likelihood of turning into a case of violent, Quirk-related crime."
"By not waiting for our teacher to give permission, nor giving time for the illegally trespassing villains wielding their quirks, with some holding hazardous equipment, including and not limited to poisons, gases, ropes to potentially capture hostages, and so on..."
Quickly pressing on, he added, "My brother and I were able to knock out who had appeared most likely to be the ring leader, judging by position, posture and his pathetic attempt at intimidation and speech. From there, it was also very easy to deduce, as our sensei also managed to deduce, that there exists a visible and obvious correlation between the mist gates that allowed the invaders to invade and the mist-villain."
Shrugging, Aoi completed the report quickly and easily, as if he were used to giving professional mission reports:
He drawled out, "From there, given the immeasurable gap in capabilities that exists between my brother, myself and the rest of our classmates and teachers - we took control of the situation, minimised damage, and dealt with the greatest threat among the rabble that had come to harm us."
His eyes met with the chief of Police and Nezu, his eyes fixated on the two authority figures, "There exists no regret in our actions, and there will be no regret. Any other method that would have been approved by the law would have, undoubtedly, resulted in more injuries, possible hostages, trauma, and possibly dead children of my age or others."
Yuji only nodded in agreement like an eager puppy with every sentence his best friend uttered.
Everyone present slowly processed and digested the rather in-depth and professional explanation.
"Do you come from a law-enforcement background, family maybe?" Tsukauchi was the first to digest the finely crafted scenario statement.
"And how is this relevant to our current questioning?" Aoi answered with his own query immediately.
"A passing curiosity, my apologies." Tsukauchi smiled politely and dismissed that line of thought.
Nezu hadn't dismissed it; his curiosity nonetheless bleeding out of uttered syllable, "I can assure you he has a finely crafted background, perfectly ordinary, in fact! So perfectly ordinary that his scars are simply painted on his figure to appear, as the kids say these days... edgy and cool!"
His teasing went ignored as Kenji re-grounded the conversation, "What you say lines up. You know your rights, you are indeed underage, so regardless of the actual crime and knowing your principal here-" He gestured towards the cheerful looking Nezu, "It'd be chalked up to homicide by clause of self-defence."
"Disciplining you regarding disobeying your teacher's orders will come from U.A.'s side. But what I am not letting go of is the knowledge of crime." His head turned from Aoi to the absentminded Yuji.
Yuji blinked, confused as to the point, but Aoi supplied easily enough with an audible chuckle. "Are you asking whether my brother knew he killed a corpse or not? What a pathetic, loose thread of a case-" Aoi's words were suddenly stuck in his throat.
He paused, and not only he did, but everyone else did.
The air had suddenly frozen over.
It had gotten grave, a titanic weight dropping down on their shoulders.
As if a powerful, determined will and emotion had seized control of it all.
It was something All Might was familiar with as his eyes widened at the emotion practically radiating out of Yuji:
Conviction.
He frowned deeply, "I didn't know whether it was a corpse or not... but I can promise you it was worse." His eyes were cold, determined and furious, "Souls, Quirks, stuck together, crying out for an end to their suffering. Made the way they were by some. sick. bastard." Each syllable that left his lips dripped with a hatred Toshinori had only felt towards one man in his entire life.
He sighed, calming down a bit and weakening his grip on the heavy atmosphere just a smidgen, his lips lifting to form a thin line as his head lifted to meet the eyes of the questioning party. "Corpse or not, that thing was alive, and it was suffering. I killed it."
...
Information, implications, emotions - Yuji's words forced those in front of him into a whirlwind of processing, their minds racing to digest the very essence of what had been stated.
Nezu had been the first one, smiling an empathetic smile towards Yuji. "Thank you for your honesty, Itadori. I'd like to put an end to this little game you are playing on my student, Kenji, if you will."
The dog-headed chief hadn't the opportunity to even argue as Nezu continued, "However, the nature of your actions is rather unprecedented, as you might have deduced. The individual you had stopped or 'killed', as you term it, was already a long-deceased man."
"The law has no clause to deal with your situation; the one that exists adheres to another very unique case that is quite similar to your own under the jurisdiction of the Hero Public Safety Commission. Therefore, this is and will be, not including Aizawa's own lecture towards you two, a case of self-defence from the eyes of the authorities."
Turning to the chief, he added, "Unless you would like to engage in a legal dispute over nonsense?"
A tense air enveloped the room, as Kenji sighed in resignation, "I won't. But I will be making sure to direct a query to enact a law about this new situation." As quickly as it came, thus quickly the tense air dissipated from the room.
"You go and do that." Nezu teased lightly.
Shaking his head, Nezu turned to look at the moody expression on Yuji and started. "Which brings us to the heart of the matter, outside of these uninteresting points of contention regarding your actions."
"Through forensic research regarding the one you had 'killed'. It was a collective semi-sentient amalgamation of Quirks... an amalgamation of multiple Quirks that had been structurally destroyed."
"Damage to the Quirk Factor, mind you, is unprecedented. It exists both in the physical and metaphysical, and to truly damage it, you have to access the metaphysical portion of it. All theoretical, of course~!"
"So, as is vital for this investigation and to know how to proceed... can you confirm how you damaged the Quirk Factor? I've got a general idea just from your prior blurting, but I'd like to hear it clearly."
Yuji blinked as he met Nezu's eyes, turning to see that the lanky-figured All Might was especially tense when the conversation drifted into the multiple Quirk direction.
"A man certain in his knowledge needs no further confirmation. Unfortunately, you are not a man." Aoi shook his head in dismay.
"I'll gladly dive into further philosophical debates with you later, Todo. Now, then, Itadori?"
Nodding, Yuji answered straightforwardly, "I could see three Quirks, Souls, stuck together to somehow make a collective mess that managed to work..."
He began gesturing with his hands, trying to paint a coarse visualisation, "It was like making a house out of sticks and glue..." His lips thinned as a bitter admission was voiced. "The problem is that the sticks and glue scream and suffer as they barely manage to make a big working house."
"Seeing it, I just hit it and cut it until their pain was gone."
All Might, implications be damned, rose from his chair and quietly walked and placed a soothing hand on the distraught boy's shoulder. "You did well, Young Man. Thank you."
"I just did what I had to do." Yuji accepted it with casual disregard.
"And that is what makes one a Hero." All Might smiled brightly.
Aoi nodded proudly, but not without inserting a chance to educate his brother, "You need to work on your analogies, my friend, but well done nonetheless."
A quiet, almost pleasant atmosphere enveloped the room for a moment, as the adults turned to look at Yuji, their minds clearly drawing the picture of what Yuji was beneath the mysterious burdens he had carried in his life... a 16-year-old boy.
Nezu nodded, "Indeed. From what I've heard from both your classmates and from Thirteen and Aizawa, you both did phenomenally. As U.A.'s principal and as a citizen of this country, I'd like to thank you for acting beyond your age and protecting the country's future. Have no shame about your actions, it's the right call... with a few pointers I won't divulge, your teacher has a salary for a reason." He joked good-naturedly.
He then leaned forward, placing his small elbows on the table and looked towards the slightly more neutral-expressioned Yuji, "But as I thought, you can 'see' them on a metaphysical level. But I'm curious. You call Quirks, Souls. Would that be insinuating that the Quirkless are soulless? I'd deem that sort of empirical proof would make lives for the Quirkless even more miserable."
Blinking, Yuji shook his head as his lips parted in response, as Toshinori's hand left his shoulder and he strolled back to his chair, "Ah, no." He paused, trying to think of ways to explain it, "It's more like a Quirk is something attached to your Soul."
"How would you explain the amalgamation of Quirks? You termed it as souls, right?"
Yuji frowned, his mind racing to try and explain what he had seen with his own two eyes, "Umm... I think it'd be more right to say that a Quirk is a piece of your soul, like, if you were to take it and place it somewhere else, it'd still be a part of you... I think." He continued, "I saw vestiges, memories, thoughts; it was really fuzzy and hard to figure out anything in that disgusting mess they were forced into, but that's how I saw it work."
Everyone was quietly listening in; this was a literal goldmine of information, vital for the progression of Quirk-Society. Empirical proof of the metaphysical side of the Quirk only supposedly exists, but has not been observed.
Here, living, breathing, empirical evidence.
So interesting it was that the authorities had momentarily forgotten the actual point of the questioning.
"I see, a form of imprinting then? Fascinating, fascinating." Nezu murmured aloud.
Toshinori felt a strange sense of understanding coursing through his veins. He had felt something akin to dreams or whispers of his Master and other unfamiliar voices a few times in the past.
Had it been what the young man was telling them?
Nezu continued, "Curious. So you say that attachment to the soul is what draws the effect of what we term 'Quirks? And not the Soul itself?'"
Digesting the wordy question, Yuji nodded, pointing at his principal, "Yeah! That!" Affirming the theory.
Nezu adhered to his curiosity, enjoying the straightforward answer machine in front of him. Giving a rather foreboding question that may contradict what Yuji had stated:
"In that case, when you look at me, who do you see?"
An extraordinarily rare case of an animal other than a human getting a Quirk.
In the eyes of one who can see the Quirk, or further than that, the Soul.
Who did Itadori Yuji see when he looked at such a case?
"A rodent," Aoi answered plainly with a blank expression.
Yuji chastised, "Getting old, bro." He shook his head and answered simply enough, "The usual."
Smiling indulgently, Nezu inquired, "Which is?"
"Like any other person in this room. A soul with that Quirk thing attached to it." Yuji answered mostly truthfully and honestly.
He omitted the part about All Might's Quirk thingy being gone, only remnants lingering within, where the 'Factory' or a piece of the Quirk Factor or the actual Quirk Factor...
Narrowing his eyes momentarily to look at All Might and the others, his vision and ability to distinguish the Quirks attached to the Souls of others grew sharper due to his last Black Flash.
Their structure, 'connective tissue', was mostly strange stuff he couldn't really make heads or tails of, but he could distinguish them apart.
'Hmm... so the Factory is just a part of the Quirk Factor. But All Might has all of it gone, not just the power production line or whatever it is.' Yuji surmised with a swift, narrow gaze that sent a strange chill down All Might's unaware figure.
In any case, saying it aloud would be really rude.
Quirks are really sensitive topics, apparently... like really, really sensitive.
'Got that the hard way, huh...' So went the pointless thought in Yuji's head.
Nezu smiled, "I had fiddled with the possibility knowing another unique case, but I wonder if you could tell me what would happen if you were to, say, destroy my Quirk? Professional curiosity, of course. We'll get to the actual destroying part soon, I promise!" He added to make sure none of the present entourage would grow impatient.
And they weren't; this was seriously juicy, rather unprofessional stuff.
Yuji admitted his ignorance as easily as pie, "No clue."
Aoi intervened, voicing his truthful opinion, "Knowing my brother's capability to observe the soul for much longer, I can supply that answer easily enough - with the loss of your Quirk, you would not simply turn Quirkless like any other possible target of his Quirk. Rather, you would perish. Animals have no soul, and yet you do. The difference? Quirk requires a Soul. In such a case, how do animals that have no soul get a Quirk? Undecided, but it is safer to suppose that a Quirk may act as both the Cause and Effect - creating the soul that needs to house it."
"Confident and convincing, but not nearly scientific enough for me to believe a shred of that explanation, I'm afraid." Nezu nodded along, waving off Aoi's explanation.
"And the collective unconscious that influences the manifestation of what Quirks are capable of follows the lines of Aristotelian logic well?" Aoi voiced rhetorically with visible disdain.
"Touting old-world logic to Quirk-society logic might be the most amusing joke you have ever articulated. I'm impressed."
"You contradict yourself, rodent. You utilise the very framework to explain your understanding of Quirks, which you claim do not fit Aristotelian logic, yet you dismiss the modern frameworks where causation is nonlinear."
Yuji's brain normally would've been fried, but he decided to just not listen to the sophisticated dick-measuring contest and probe for an actual exit. "Sorry to interrupt, but... are we done here? I'd like to go home, it's really late."
Late was an understatement; it was past midnight right now.
Kenji nodded, "You're right, let us return to the point of discussion. I promise it won't take much longer from here-" His words were cut short by his pocket vibrating, a muted phone call most likely.
He frowned momentarily, grumbling a vocal complaint, "Must be important."
To all seeing eyes, he shortly walked to a quiet corner of the room and answered the phone, "What is it?"
"..."
"Turned to dust? For fucks sake- I'm on my way, dispatch search patrols right away!" The dog barked orders into the phone, and his body language screamed urgency as he walked quickly towards the door, his steps loud within the room.
Toshinori, of course, was the first to ask, "Is it urgent?"
He was way past his limit today, but if it was something life-threatening...
"Nothing you should concern yourself with, All Might. If it was, I'd have troubled you." He turned quickly to Tsukauchi, "Finish up here and release the kids with a slap on the wrist," he turned to Nezu as well, "Make sure I don't see their faces here ever again and that Quirk of theirs gets properly registered for fucks sake."
"I was getting to that!" Nezu cheered.
"Yeah, I'm on it." Tsukauchi nodded, hiding his weariness beneath his professional mask.
The door opened with a loud creak, as he gave a last lingering look at the two brothers, "You did good work, but next time listen to your teachers. Furthermore, we are not within our rights to punish you for underage self-defence, nor deceitful Quirk Registration, or even questioning you for the wrongful registration, for that matter. Normally, when the implications are not this severe, considered a minor offence."
He confirmed, "But the latter will have to be rectified as soon as possible. Quirk Eradication is, doubtless, even as a mere concept, a terrifying notion. Something that will even involve the HPSC. And you will be tried once you are of age if your registered Quirk is still deceitful. Keep that in mind."
The door slammed a close to emphasise the graveness of either the situation he left for, or the necessity of their Quirks being properly registered. Likely both.
Nezu hummed amid the silence, "Well, you heard the good chief." Smiling, he directed a look at the two boys, "You've both displayed capabilities beyond what is conventionally a single Quirk, obviously, according to witnesses, that being some of the captured trespassers and your own classmates."
All Might's face hardened with slight nerves.
He wasn't suspecting the two, but the contrary, rather.
Yuji could feel a genuine amount of sympathy radiating out of his gaze.
He was utterly clueless as to why that is.
"Blood Manipulation and Boogie Woogie. Half-truths, what are the rest of your Quirks, and how is the eradication of a Quirk possible with one of them, particularly yours, Yuji Itadori? And as a consequence, how did you acquire them? Multiple Quirks isn't something that has been recorded in history." Tsukauchi cited having read through their files for this exact situation.
"Well? The stage is yours." Nezu gestured calmly towards his two students.
Yuji clamped up, adhering to instructions:
"Mayo-"
Aoi cut him off quickly, taking control of the conversation:
"That is quite the misleading statement, Detective. Didn't we just establish that there were multiple Quirks within that amalgamated corpse?"
He stretched his arms wide, almost hitting Yuji in the head as he tried to do a grand, dramatic gesture, "In that case, isn't the conclusion quite rudimentary?"
All Might's face darkened, and the radiating pity seemed to visually leak into the atmosphere, much to Yuji's further confoundment.
"Yes, it is possibly what you're thinking."
Nezu didn't let him play his game, "And what is it that we are thinking, Todo?"
"I'll make the understanding of our Quirks' nature simpler to understand." Aoi sighed indulgently as he pulled out his phone, "I knew this day would come eventually, so I have prepared an explanation to ease the eventual proceedings."
"May I call our legal guardian to bring in the notebook?"
Tsukauchi frowned, "Your elder brother." He confirmed, "How long would it take him to get here? It's at least half an hour from your registered address to get here, even without traffic at this hour, and I'd like to release you kids, as soon as possible once we're done here-"
"He's been waiting at the entrance to the police station for the past few hours. Can we bring him in?"
Blinking, Tsukauchi nodded. "Quickly."
To which Aoi sent a quick text, and got a response an actual second later.
"My, how convenient." Nezu chuckled, quite joyous.
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The stillness within the warm interrogation room, designed to be compatible with disturbed teenagers, had exchanged its warmth for an involuntary icy chill.
The one responsible was glaring literal daggers at the three stooges sitting across his dear little brothers. And he was literally a moment's notice away from said metaphorical daggers manifesting with blood:
"Ah, Kamo-san, please take a seat."
"Just Choso." He curtly replied, taking a seat beside his brothers, his glare not waning, much to the sweating visages of All Might, Tsukauchi, and barring Nezu.
"Apologies for the late hour, I hope to get your cooperation to make things right with your two brothers-"
"What is right is that you kill those who dared touch a hair on my little brother's head-"
"Now that's a little excessive and aggressive, Choso-san." Nezu greeted with a pacifying remark that seemed to only have the opposite effect.
The target of the glare had narrowed down to the impudent rodent. "I assure you, they will be brought to justice for their crimes." Tsukauchi attempted to de-escalate the rather scary-looking man strangely donning a barber's apron.
Aoi's voice reverberated, "We are fine, brother. Let us get this over with quickly and be on our way home."
"Yeah, we've got some important money-related stuff we gotta set straight." Yuji eagerly nodded.
Nodding, Choso huffed with genuine indignation as he withdrew a peculiar notebook from the apron, stating, "Consider yourselves fortunate, my brothers are infinitely benevolent."
Nezu hummed, turning to Yuji, "It seems you are the only reasonable one among your family."
"Do not insult Aoi," Choso growled.
"Yeah, but I couldn't ask for better," Yuji affirmed with a clear, dead expression.
Choso simmered down immediately, tearing up visibly, "Y-Yuji!" He absentmindedly handed the notebook to Tsukauchi.
"Thank you." His head lowered to read the title, with both Nezu and All Might lowering their heads to give it a read.
"Notebook... B?" All Might read aloud.
"Then there must be an 'A'. Right?" Nezu hazarded a guess, directing his gaze at the row of three brothers.
Aoi supplied indifferently:
"Notebook A occupies a conceptual interval in which existence and nonexistence are in an overlap without any possible contradiction, contingent on premises that I cannot, unfortunately, disclose due to the absolutely justified true belief that they depend on whether they should be disclosed in the first place."
"In other words, the existence is reliant on the deterministic value of you, Detective, being subscribed to Takada-chan."
"So pray tell, are you subscribed?"
"Supposing you are ignorantly not, then the deterministic constant will shift to your taste in women."
"So, what is your type? Detecti-"
"Just let them read the book, bro." Yuji, angel that he is, came to the salvation of all the present party minus Choso.
His loud snickering and visible sadistic smirk seemed to take gleeful joy in the damage Aoi's not-nonsense was doing to the tired adults.
"...Thank you, Young Itadori." All Might voiced out with a sweat trickling down his face, pinching his forehead to suppress a monstrous migraine.
Without a moment wasted, they opened the notebook to read and digest the contents.
"Make it quick, they've wasted their dear time for too long here... Aoi has missed his Takada-chan livestrea-"
"At ease, big brother. Sensing my peril, she had cancelled today's livestream."
"Small mercies." Choso nodded, a note calmer.
-Notebook B Start-
As a result of a legendary villain capable of taking and giving Quirks.
The Todo, Kamo and Itadori household, escaped experiment subjects, have multiple Quirks:
Aoi Todo Quirks:
Boogie Woogie - natural Quirk.
Enhanced Physique - grafted Quirk.
Super Regeneration - grafted Quirk.
Yuji Itadori Quirks:
Blood Manipulation - natural Quirk.
Enhanced Physique - grafted Quirk.
Super Regeneration - grafted Quirk.
Cutting - grafted Quirk.
Choso Kamo/Itadori:
Blood Manipulation - natural Quirk.
Super Regeneration - grafted Quirk.
Notes - This book is to make inevitable future proceedings with law enforcement smooth and coherent. The secrecy of the multitudes of Quirks is to not alert the perpetrator of the brutal experimentation we had experienced.
Advanced Details and weaknesses on the Quirks listed below:
...
...
-Notebook B End-
A good ten minutes passed as they carefully and quickly gave a read through the small notebook, taking in the information.
All Might was the first to respond, "You poor boys..." Lament and fury washed over his features as his small fists clenched.
Choso seemed uncaring, mentioning, "I'm older than-"
He was interrupted by Tsukauchi, immediately inquiring, "How does any of those Quirks allow for the destruction of a Quirk Factor, before I even consider verifying the truthfulness of these prepared notes?"
Aoi answered for Yuji, "Did you see the 'Cutting' Quirk?"
"And so? How would it allow him to 'cut' the Quirk Factor?" Tsukauchi.
"Choso, calm down...!" Yuji had to hold his older brother back.
Aoi answered sharply and ignored his surroundings, "It might not, but have you heard of the concept of Quirk Awakening?"
Tsukauchi's eyes widened and lit up in understanding, "You don't mean...?" He turned to look at Yuji.
But really look at him.
The boy's distant gaze underneath it all, that prior conviction, the scars, oh, the scars that don't fit a boy his age.
"Yes, the very same that may occur under great mental stress. What do you suppose would happen with 'cutting'?"
Tsukauchi's lips pursed, a bitter taste coating his tongue, and a hint of shameful discomfort enveloped him.
All Might's voice boomed, "Enough with this." He turned to Tsukauchi, "My friend, let the boys go. They've had enough as it is, and with this day? I'd hate to make them relive horrible memories-"
Nezu sliced him off, suddenly turning the atmosphere tense once more. "Respectfully, Todo, your words are empty."
Yuji was actually getting sick of it.
"But!" Nezu cheered, "I'll accept it for now... as suspiciously well-prepared this notebook is, it is indeed well-prepared. It covers most of my Quirk-capability questions with my favourite flavour of neat ambiguity."
"I'd love to ask where our sneaky All For One had kept you, where he had experimented on you, where he had taken you, how you had escaped, why you had decided to become Heroes, at least the two of you, when you could accidentally expose yourselves?"
Yuji's features twisted in confusion, "All For-" Aoi's glare was immediate.
"Salmon."
Nezu continued unperturbed, "So many questions, so few answers. But, all in due time, I suppose."
Shrugging good-naturedly, he turned to Tsukauchi, "That should be good enough, wouldn't it? With that registry, I highly doubt they can do something more ridiculous than that which is cited." He stated knowingly.
He then turned to Yuji specifically, "While no law has yet to exist to properly respond to the clause of what you are capable of... I take it I won't see any unfortunate accidents with people's quirks being destroyed?"
"Unless necessary." Yuji neither confirmed nor denied, but his expression was as firm and certain as a monolith.
Nezu clapped his hands, rising from his chair, "Good! I expect you to refine those hidden 'Quirks' of yours to their fullest in my educational institution and use them for the greater good of Quirk Society!"
"But my gut instinct tells me that all those abilities are sourced from a single Quirk, are they not?"
He then went into a tangent regarding Heroes that Yuji had little to no clue about.
Except Stars and Stripes, she's cool:
"The Americans' New Order."
"The Soviets' Zima."
"The Germans' Blitzkreig."
"The English' Magus."
"The Chinese's Yinglong."
"The Indians' Sutra."
"The Egyptians' Asunrah."
He cheerfully spread his arms broadly, almost welcoming the three brothers into his kind yet very small embrace. "Surpassed only by our pride and joy, the Symbol of Peace! These seven top heroes across the globe are all in their late twenties and early thirties! As time goes on, the complexity and strength of Quirks are empirically observed to grow! So do not shy away! Tell me the truth, and I shall see to it that you thrive-"
"Have you not pressed the nonexistent issue simply because you have something more dire and pressing to deal with, rodent?"
"Oh, whatever could that be?"
"Go and fulfil your talent, sniff out your kin. Who better in finding his fellow rodents than he, the greatest rodent?"
...
"I'm letting them go, Nezu." Tsukauchi relented, sighing audibly, "I'll write the contents of the notebook in their registry and make sure it is updated. Thank you all for your patience, and keep yourselves safe."
"I'll make sure nothing happens to them." All Might nodded firmly.
"No thanks. They have their older brother to take care of them." Choso expressed his immediate cold and indifferent dismissal of the distraught All Might.
He didn't even know who this strange, blond, emaciated man was to impudently declare himself a protector of his brothers.
That's an older brother's role, after all.
Rising up from his chair, "Are we done here?" Choso voiced his impatience.
"You are." Tsukauchi nodded tiredly.
"Phew, thank goodness." Yuji voiced out as he stood up alongside Aoi.
"Bye, students! Make sure to head to Aizawa's office a little before Class, he'd like to speak with you privately. You should also inform your classmates; they must be worried."
Yuji nodded with a slightly forced smile, "Yeah, they must be."
With that, the three brothers walked out of the rather draining questioning with their secrets still temporarily intact.
Aoi grumbled, "He didn't fall for the bait. I was planning on granting him Notebook A."
"And publicly practice barrier techniques?" Choso inquired, knowing the intricacies of Notebook A.
"It is, as Nezu explained, Jujutsu Sorcery, with the exception of hiding the Binding Vows and Domains, can easily be attributed to the Quirk Evolution Theory that is all but proven. Regardless, I must improve; I cannot leave Yuji alone again. At my current level, I fear I am not worthy of being his best friend..."
"Oh shut up, dumbass." Yuji punched his shoulder as they walked towards the sunrise above Musutafu.
It was a beautiful dawn, accompanied by police sirens and search parties for a villain who had just gotten his jaw fixed.
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
Yikers.
Also, Aoi listed fake weaknesses in Notebook B so they can abuse idiots.
As you can probably comprehend from reading this chapter, if you had done the gruelling effort of that, Notebook A is simply a Quirk that encompasses all that they can do.
And Nezu suspects Notebook A scenario, but doesn't ask for it, whilst all along it was a Notebook C situation.
Which, in turn, is actually a Notebook D situation.
The Notebook B plan only works if he's got confirmation of AFO.
Otherwise, he resorts to Notebook A and its other kin.
Anyway, hopefully you've enjoyed it! Although I have stated this is skippable, given the literal world-building vomit I spewed here, it just sets up the seeds to many avenues and possibilities that I want to explore in this fic.
Well, the next chapter is the last of this Anti Factor Phenomenon mini-arc, but it'll be centred around the AFO.
Yay!
As for the top heroes of other countries, well, All Might is still stomping them, so don't worry, he's still Global number 1.
Also, nothing that doesn't break Canon, as in, their existence can still work even in Canon, they just didn't go help Japan (except Stars and Stripes) for political reasons and such.
I MAKE MY OWN RULES RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH