Author Notes:

This is a new fanfiction that I'm starting about Hero Academia and God of Highschool. I got the inspiration from when I started to rewatch the Hero Academia series with my buddy who's really enjoying it now. I was also reading God of Highschool again and thought that they would work well together.

If you haven't read God of Highschool, I'm sorry but you'll be a little confused by many of the terms coined and might have to figure out what they mean with the wiki or just the read the damn webtoon. Because I highly recommend it. It might start slow, but it gets really hyped.

The first chapter is heavily inspired by My Ideal Academia, so I give the author, Saraak, full credit for it. He just made the perfect chapter to describe what would happen when someone's brought to another world. But don't worry the rest of the chapters are solely my own creations.

Edit: I know my writing wasn't the greatest in this chapter and my POV was all over the place, but I assure you it gets better as I go on. You know what they say, a writer is continuously growing. And I am doing just that.

Hope you enjoy,

HailToTheSnail

Chapter 1 - The God of Hero Academia

He was falling. That much was certain. But he wasn't scared, in fact, he was smiling.

"We won," the Monkey King said breathlessly.

He'd done it. No, that wasn't right. They'd done it. All of them. Him, Mira, Daewi, Tae Jin, Ilpyo, Mubong. They'd dethroned the gods.

Mori chuckled happily. Excited at the prospect of returning to his grandpa. He had missed him so much. The Monkey King summoned his trusty Nimbus Cloud.

His faithful companion arrived and he landed on it safely. "Take me back to grandpa," Mori said, his eyes brimming with excitement from his long-overdue reunion with his family. He'd waited for more than a few years and damn it all if he were going to wait any longer.

The magical cloud didn't hesitate to sense his master's enthusiasm. It descended below the clouds and towards where it's master's friends and family rested.

As Mori drew closer, he could make out the distinguishable form of his grandpa. Tears welled up in his eyes and when he was no closer than a hundred meters to the ground he jumped off of his Nimbus Cloud and tackled his grandpa in a hug, resulting in a plume of dirt from the surrounding destroyed land.

Now in most cases, this would result in the immediate death of both parties, but to both Mori and Tae Jin, it was the equivalent of normal to them. "Get off of me, Mori," Tae Jin chuckled, pushing his grandson away. "I'm too old for you to be doing that."

"I missed you, grandpa," Mori sniffled, ignoring his father figure and clutching him tightly. Eyes squeezed shut in happiness from the contact.

Tae Jin paused in pushing away the Monkey King and got a good look at his adopted grandson. He'd grown up splendidly. "I did too, Mori," he finally said.

Mori at this point was looking at his grandpa with just as much curiosity as the older man was him. "grandpa, were you crying?" Mori asked suddenly. There were tear marks along his face, making it evident he had been.

Tae Jin frowned and pouted. Something unbecoming of someone his age. "No, I wasn't crying. Why would I be crying?" he challenged.

Oblivious to this, Mori chuckled. "Come on," he said teasingly, nudging his grandpa in the side. "I can tell that you were crying. You've got tear marks staining your face. Is it because you lost that fight to the one-eyed red guy?"

Tae Jin was in full denial. "I said no!" he said, stomping the ground.

Mori just continued to laugh without a care in the world. This was what he'd missed with his grandpa. Just mindless nonsense like this.

After he'd settled down, Tae Jin smiled at him. "You've grown so much, Mori," he fawned, ruffling his grandson's hair. "I want us to live together now. Would you like that?"

Tears threatened Mori's vision and he found it hard to stay still. This was all he had wanted for a long time now. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said. His one wish having come true at the end of it all. It made the whole journey worth it.

Both quieted though once they saw Mubong Park standing before them.

"What do you want?" Tae Jin asked. "I don't have-"

"Seventeen years ago," Mubong interrupted. "I realized something very important after I lost to you seventeen years ago…" he paused briefly. "I realized that humans are in fact stronger than those supposed gods."

He continued. "This system of exploiting humans lives has existed for centuries… is it really right? If humans really are stronger than gods, is it right for us to offer our lives to them?" he asked seriously with a hint of spite. "The independence of humans today began with you. So on behalf of all of humanity, I would like to thank-"

"Cut the crap, Mubong," Tae Jin said, helping to keep his grandson standing. "I know that you definitely see me as a threat, so don't even bother making shit up that'll let you follow everything I do. I plan on living in peace with my grandson from now on."

Mubong sighed. What had he been expecting, honestly? "Sure," he finally said, accepting the terms set for him. "I hope you find peace."

Mori sighed in content. A goofy smile plastered across his face. "I'm not dreaming am I?" he asked. "We get to actually live together?"

Though through his adrenaline and happiness, Mori's vision blurred and his head drooped. "I'm a little tired, grandpa," Mori admitted quietly.

Tae Jin smiled. Glad that he finally had a chance to catch up with his grandson. "Get some rest, kid," he told his grandson, holding him tightly. "You deserve it. Besides sleep is the greatest medicine."

Mori turned to his grandpa with tired eyes. "You're not going anywhere? Right, grandpa?" he asked, sincerely afraid of the answer.

"Nope," Tae Jin replied earnestly.

"Seriously, you can't go anywhere," Mori said as he felt his eyes closing. "It's my turn to make you happy."

Tae Jin's eyes widened and he felt something well up inside. It was pride. He was proud of what a great kid Mori had become. He was born a god, those who ruled over humanity; yet he chose to be a hero, those who protected humanity.

"I'm not going anywhere," Tae Jin assured.

"You're really… really not going anywhere, right?" Mori asked. His voice betraying the hope that he wouldn't be disappointed by his grandpa's words.

Seeing him like that, Tae Jin smiled. He couldn't help it. "That's right," he said. "I'm really, truly not going anywhere this time."

Mori couldn't be happier. The dream that he'd been waiting for since he was six was finally coming true. It was really happening and he knew that his grandpa wouldn't leave him after he had made a promise like-

CRUNCH!

Blood splattered across Mori's face and his eyes widened.

"As I said," Mubong said evenly. "You are humanity's first step towards independence."

He pulled his hand out of Tae Jin's chest, effectively leaving a gaping hole. "And now I will also get rid of the last god that walks amongst us," Mubong added, turning his attention to the exhausted Mori.

The Monkey King was still, staring at nothing in particular in denial of what had just happened. His whole world had shattered just like that. His dream, his life, and everything that he'd wanted and been waiting for. Gone in an instant. It was almost too cruel. As if the gods were giving him one last fuck you.

The color red filled Mori's vision and he glared at who he'd thought was once an ally. Mubong Park. Although he may have still been exhausted from his fight with 666:Satan, he damn well had enough energy to kill that bastard.

"Mubong Park!" Mori shouted, growling at the man who'd just betrayed him. He lunged at the man, ready to rip out his throat, but stumbled and fell to one knee when he was hit by another dizzy spell. I can't feel any of my power? he thought in a panic.

Mori felt a strong presence above him and looked up to see a chalice of sorts hovering high. It was draining his power.

"Mori Jin, you must not know since you were in the Divine Realm," Mubong said, smiling at having finally accomplished his dreams. "But that is the Holy Grail. The only human weapon capable of sealing off divine power."

Mori's eyes bulged at that. Humans had a way of fighting the gods. And he hadn't used it to stop 666:Satan. The lives that taken…

Before he could think too much on that matter, his heart fluttered as his grandpa slammed the back of his head into Mubong's forehead. He was still alive. Damn that old man had given him quite the scare.

Tae Jin growled. "Why are you bothering my grandson?" he asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" Mubong returned, a wicked intent gleaming in his eyes. "It's now the Age of Humans. There's no need for gods like Mori Jin anymore."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, reminiscing in a memory from long ago. "Did you know, Tae Jin, that this entire plan began thanks to you?" he asked rhetorically. "After losing to you seventeen years ago. A question occurred to me."

He continued. "If Martial Arts Warriors are more powerful than Borrowed Power Warriors, perhaps us humans are greater than the gods," he explained his philosophy. "If we're greater, shouldn't we be the ones ruling?"

Tae Jin snarled. "You shameful little punk. Who died and made you god?"

"No one did. I just chose to lead humans to a better tomorrow. And that tomorrow doesn't require gods," Mubong spat, glaring at Mori Jin before returning his attention to Tae Jin. "And if I don't have enough power to stop you right now, then I will even give my life," with that, he blew up his arm with his borrowed power to puncture Tae Jin's torso. The traitor grinned, having finally gotten his revenge from seventeen years ago.

Mubong's gaze then locked onto Mori, writhing on the ground in pain. He walked up to the god's pitiful form. "You may be a Supreme God or whatever, but you can't do anything about this, can you?" he asked manically.

Mori Jin screamed in pain as more of his powers were forcefully drawn from his body and towards the Holy Grail. It felt as if his entirety was on fire, crying from the phantom flames eating up his flesh. It was beyond unbearable.

Through his haze, he could barely see Mubong Park standing above him, smiling sadistically.

While he cried from the pain that the Holy Grail was bringing him, something behind Mubong's blurry figure caught his attention. It was an even blurrier figure behind him with his leg poised, readying a kick. Mori wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but he knew that form anywhere. It was his grandpa's. Powerful and flawless.

Tae Jin's leg slammed into Mubong's chest as he turned around from the sudden gust of wind from the force of the kick.

Mori's screams were reduced after that and Tae Jin smiled as he looked on at his grandson. He'd saved him. That was all he could do for now. He felt his lifeforce leaving him and he knew that his time had come. "Mori please stay alive and… don't hate people too much," he whispered, smiling beautifully. Having accomplished his final wish of saving Mori, he closed his eyes, ready to let death take him away—

"Ahh!" Mori screamed as his powers were once more ripped from his very being with ten times more force than before.

—Tae Jin's eyes opened in horror. How?

"You thought that if you finished me off, it'd stop?" Mubong asked incredulously. "You're more foolish than I thought, Tae Jin. It's the Holy Grail, an instrument meant to kill a god. It wouldn't be stopped by a mere human," he finished hypocritically.

A light started to engulf Mori and expand outwards. It was so blinding that everyone in the vicinity had to stop everything they were doing to cover their eyes. It continued to expand until it covered half the planet before receding just as quickly, leaving everything completely still and completely quiet.

Tae Jin was the first to open his eyes and looked at the spot his grandson had been moments ago. Mori was gone. He had failed to save the one person he cared for the most. He fell to the ground and his eyes began to close, his will to live having died and his wounds leaving him too far gone.

Mubong's laughter could be heard not too far away. Like nails on a chalkboard to Tae Jin's ears. It was unpleasant and would haunt him forever.

He had failed… He had failed… He had failed…

What happened? was the first thing that came to Mori's mind. He still felt the lingering pain from the Holy Grail, but he was still alive. Which was strange as he thought that the mortal instrument was meant to erase a god from existence.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying in a heap of trash in an alleyway. How had he gotten here? Where were his friends? His grandpa?

And suddenly all the memories from before he regained consciousness came rushing back to him. Down to the last words his grandpa had said before, before he left…

Mori felt his eyes water and he wiped at them furiously in an attempt to stop them from falling. It only made them more puffy and red though, not helping in the slightest.

He couldn't be pondering such thoughts. He could mourn later. He had to find out what became of the rest of his friends? Did Mubong kill them like he did his grandpa?

He sat up and put his hands to his side, ready to lift himself up. He stopped though when he felt something smooth in his left hand. He looked down and saw his most prized possession. Ruyi Jingu Bang. Which was a mouthful, so he just referred to it as Yeoui.

Glad that he hadn't lost his most prized possession in whatever had happened, he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. Oddly enough, Yeoui was whole once more. But hey, it was in his best interest. Why look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

He also noted that he was wearing his normal civilian clothes from after Nox had taken over and branded him and his friends as traitors to humanity. A plain white form-fitting tank top, slim black jeans, a grey sweater tied around his waist, and red high tops.

He wasn't too concerned with where Kinto-Un and his Gourd were, as he could call them to himself at any time. But he was worried about where Yongpyo had gone. That thing could be a danger to everyone if it fell into the wrong hands. Noted, that person would have to be deemed worthy of being its master.

"Now to find out where I am," Mori said seriously, jogging out of the alleyway he'd been lying in.

When he emerged onto the streets, he was surprised to find that the entire population was up and about, instead of cowering inside out of fear of the gods. There were also many Power Borrowers among the general population! People using their abilities openly for menial tasks such as levitating goods within a store.

"What's going on?" Mori asked himself, very confused. How long had he been out for? The only conclusion he could draw with all these strange things happening was that he'd been asleep for a long time.

But that hardly mattered right now. He needed to find his friends and the only way to do that was to confront the source. He had to find Mubong Park. He raced out into the streets to start asking anyone if they knew where he was.

"Do you know Mubong Park?"

"Who?"

"How about you?"

"Sorry, don't know him."

"Have you heard of Mubong Park?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Do you know where Mubong Park is? Please tell me!"

"Get away, you freak."

Mori felt that last slap. It stung greatly. But who could blame them for doing something like that when someone came running up to them screaming a random person's name in their face aggressively. Very aggressively.

He sighed. This was getting him nowhere. He needed something. Anything, really.

BOOM! BAM! CRASH!

Mori's head swiveled towards the noise and saw what looked to be a gorilla rush past him, charging through the lampposts and benches on the sidewalk. He was also carrying an entire ATM machine effortlessly as he ran.

"Someone stop that thief!" the store clerk shouted, running after the rampaging gorilla thief with heavy breathes.

Mori continued on his way, not bothering with the scenario that was playing out before him. He didn't have time to deal with this. And just as he was about to leave, he stopped when he saw something that made his heart wrench.

Standing in the path of the primate was a father and his little girl. The father's leg was buried under a lamppost and the child was desperately trying to pull him out from underneath.

"Get out of the way, or I'll charge right through you," the gorilla shouted, flinging a car aside and causing it to erupt in flames.

Mori tensed up but didn't stop walking. This wasn't his problem.

"Run!" the father shouted, trying to get his kid to get out of the way. "Leave me! I'll be fine! The heroes will get here soon!"

The girl shook her head as tears and snot covered her face.

The gorilla was closing in and the father swore under his breath, pulling his child to his chest and shielding her from the rampaging primate.

"Someone help!" the kid cried.

"I warned you!" the gorilla roared, as he barreled towards where the father and daughter stood in his path. Ready to leave corpses in his wake.

"Expand, Yeoui."

Just as the gorilla was about to reach the family, a pillar of stone shot towards the primate and buried it into the side of a cargo truck.

The gorilla shook his head momentarily to rid himself of the throbbing pain. What had happened? He looked around for what had hit him and saw a brown-haired boy with a staff in hand. That boy stood a block away though.

"Expand again, Yeoui," Mori ordered. The bo staff shot towards the gorilla once more and the primate scarcely dodged the incoming projectile. The weapon retracted with another word from the brown-haired boy.

The gorilla then glared at the Monkey King (ironic, huh). "Kid's pretending to be a professional hero, huh," he said, deeply amused by that fact. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the family and the ATM machine. Which was a good thing?

But what did the gorilla mean by professional hero? As far Mori could remember professional heroes weren't a thing from his time period.

He was drawn from his musing when he jumped back to avoid becoming street art. The gorilla's fist had destroyed the pavement where he'd been standing.

"You've got some moves kid," the gorilla said. "What's your name?"

The Monkey King paused before answering. "Mori Jin," he replied. "And you?"

"They call me Gorilla Grodd," the gorilla boasted. "But that hardly matters. You'll be dead and I'll be out of here before the real heroes get here."

With that, Grodd charged at Mori aiming to tackle the boy to the ground.

Even though Mori could tell that he had lost a tremendous amount of power, probably due to the Holy Grail's powers still in effect. He was certain that he could take down this foolish gorilla without any trouble.

"Renewal Gor Yo," Mori called, as his leg shot out towards Grodd's head twice in rapid succession, stopping his advance and making the gorilla stumble back.

With that fumble, Mori pressed his attack. "Renewal Dragon Catcher," he said, hooking his leg behind the Grodd's neck before spinning and sending the gorilla into the ground.

Mori waited for Grodd to get up, courteous as he was in any fight. Though the gorilla didn't see it that way and saw it as a mockery. "Don't patronize me boy!" he roared and threw a punch at Mori, who simply ducked underneath it.

"Renewal Lowest Hoechook," Mori continued, ducking underneath the powerful punch and sweeping Grodd's legs from beneath himself. "Expand, Yeoui," he comboed. His staff expanded and crashed into the gorilla's upper torso, sending him flying back.

Mori chased after Grodd, catching up to him while he was still in the air. He then plowed a knee into the gorilla's stomach. "Renewal Baekdu," he said, before following that up with a double elbow slam into the ground. "Renewal Canine."

Grodd fell to the ground and groaned. He wasn't going to give up though as this was now a matter of getting out of there or being sent to prison. And he'd rather not be sent to prison. He heard the food was tasteless there.

The gorilla looked over at the brown-haired boy across from him warily. He now knew how dangerous the kid was and wasn't going to underestimate him anymore.

As Mori came closer, Grodd stumbled back, backpedaling to stay out of range of the dangerous kid. His hand wrapped around something smooth and he grabbed ahold of it, swinging the lamppost he'd grabbed in a wide horizontal arc.

Mori raised Yeoui and took the full brunt of the attack. Not even budging an inch.

Seeing this, Grodd continued to pound away at Yeoui. That is until the lamppost he wielded was turned into a pretzel from the force of the blows. The gorilla threw aside the now useless piece of metal.

Having prolonged the fight, Mori moved a few steps closer to Grodd to end it, putting the hulking gorilla on edge. Enough so, that he completely forgot about wariness and threw another careless punch at the Monkey King.

"Renewal-" Mori started, easily sidestepping the panicked punch and shooting his leg out thrice at Grodd's head. Right, left, and then behind. The gorilla collapsed on the ground. "-Three Stage Hoechook," he finished.

Seeing as the gorilla was now out cold, Mori jogged over to where the family was. The father's leg still stuck underneath the fallen lamppost. He lifted it off the older man easily. "Are you okay?" he asked, helping the father up. His daughter wouldn't let go of him.

"My leg, I think it's bleeding," the father said, covering his daughter's eyes as he said so.

Mori checked the indicated area and saw blood seeping out of a large gash on his lower thigh. If not treated soon, he could very well die from blood loss.

Luckily, Mori had a solution. He carefully discerned the points needed to block the blood flow to the subjected area and hit three points on the man's leg with his index finger. "Uiyong Bongchim," he said. The blood stopped seeping out of the wound soon after and he ripped off a piece of his shirt to wrap around the older man's leg as a bandage. Once that was done, he sighed and fell on his butt, letting himself rest and take a breather.

The father was surprised. "Thank you for saving us," he said, holding his daughter in his arms. "But, um, won't you get in trouble for helping?"

Mori frowned. How would he get in trouble for helping them? The way he saw it, he'd done the city a favour in getting rid of a criminal Power Borrower.

"Hey, you there!" someone called out.

Mori ignored whoever it was. It wasn't necessarily directed towards him.

"You in the white and black!"

Again, not necessarily directed toward him.

"For fuck's sake!" the person swore, obviously peeved at being ignored. "You carrying that large stone staff!"

Okay… maybe they were talking to him.

Mori turned around and came face to face with a woman. He jumped back immediately, putting some distance between them.

"Wow, you've got some killer instincts," she said, amused by his reaction.

Mori eyed her carefully. How had she gotten so close to him, so quickly? He could have sworn she was at least twenty meters from him when he had his back turned.

"Who are you?" Mori asked cautiously.

The woman before him quirked a brow at his question. "You've seriously never heard of me?" she asked in confusion. "I mean I know I don't put myself out there or anything, but I'm a pretty well known professional hero."

There were those words again. Professional hero. What did they mean?

Once again in his face, Mori took the time to study the intruding woman's features.

You'd think the most interesting thing about her would be the white bunny ears resting atop her head, but surprisingly, what drew Mori's attention were her eyes. A shade of crimson that displayed the danger and ferocity she wielded. It oddly enough reminded the Monkey King of the god he'd fought, 666:Satan.

The woman was slightly shorter than him, her standing at five foot three, with slightly tanned skin and long white hair growing out past her hips. She also had a very toned body with rather defining muscles.

She wore a white leotard with purple trimmings, a collar of white fur, and a golden crescent moon emblazoning the front. A belt of metal plates around her midriff. Two thick white gloves with long cuffs. Purple thigh-high boots secured with pieces of metal on the heels. And a white fluffy tail to match her bunny ears.

Overall, Mori had to say it was a strange appearance.

"Hey, you still haven't answered me yet," she said, trying to get his attention.

Mori blinked. He'd spaced out again. He then remembered her question and shook his head in a negative.

The woman sighed. "I'm the number five professional hero in Japan, Rabbit Hero: Mirko," she said, pointing at herself as if it weren't obvious enough. "Though my real name is Rumi Usagiyama. So you can call me Rumi."

Mori's eyes widened at that. Wait, he was in Japan? How'd he end up here?

Seeing his confusion and taking it for something else completely, Rumi explained herself. "I was dispatched here to take care of a robbery," she gestured towards the unconscious gorilla. "But seeing as you took care of him, I guess that's no longer the case."

As Mori was about to explain that that wasn't what he was concerned about, Rumi cut him off, "Unfortunately, since you took care of him. I'm going to need to take you in," she said. "Since, you know, vigilantism is against the law and all that."

What? Since when was doing a heroic deed against the law? Mori sputtered in search of the right words to say. He ended up drawing a blank.

"Yeah, I know it's a stupid law," Rumi agreed, speaking her mind. "But rules are rules, and as a pro hero, I've got to follow them. Your actions were clearly an act of vigilantism, so I've got to take you into the station. Sorry."

Mori frowned. This was a rather annoying predicament. But he'd rather not be at odds with the local authority if it could be avoided. He had enough on his metaphorical plate as it was. "Alright, lead the way. I'll follow," he relented.

Rumi nodded, glad that this was resolved rather peacefully. Though a little part of her was disappointed that the kid didn't resist. She could have used a nice spar. And from the looks of it, he could fight rather well.

Rumi started to walk off, knowing that Mori would follow her to the police station.

"Wait!" the father called out, causing both Mori and Rumi to stop. They both looked back. "I never got your name. Could you tell me, please? I'd like to know the name of the man who'd saved me and my daughter."

The Monkey King smiled. "Mori Jin," he replied.

Mori sat quietly in the lobby of the police station, idly watching the TV hooked up to the wall across from where he sat. Rumi was currently arguing with one of the police officers at the front desk and seeing as he had time, the Monkey King had decided to see if anything the news said could help him understand what had happened after the Heavenly Realm's invasion of Earth. So far nothing was said about it.

"... the falling star that astronomers confirmed fell last night west of Yokohama has yet to be located. Although reports say that the area where it impacted Earth has been found, the meteorite is no longer there and been-"

Mori drew his attention away from the TV once he figured that it wouldn't be giving him any useful information. His attention returned to the most interesting thing in the room, which happened to be the argument between Rumi and the police officer, which didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. The officer looked peeved.

A thing that Mori noticed about Rumi was that she was rather direct. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing and even he respected her honesty. Though there was a reason people withheld some truth. It usually created conflict.

Eventually, Rumi and the police officer settled whatever they'd been speaking about and she walked back over to me. "Well, the good news is, the lead detective will see you shortly. He just has some paperwork he needs to finish off," she said with a smile.

Mori quirked a brow. "And the bad news?" he asked, seeing a 'but' to her statement.

Rumi grimaced. "The bad news is that I have to stay here with you while you go through the interrogation," she admitted. "Something about how you took down that B-Rank villain effortlessly and they'd rather have a hero to keep you in check."

Mori smirked. Was that what she'd been arguing about with the police officer? Another thing he noticed about her was that she didn't like to stay in one place for more than a few minutes.

As they waited for the detective to finish with his paperwork, Mori excused himself to go to the washroom. He quickly finished his business and went up to the sink to splash some cold water on his face. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the coolness of it for a brief moment, before opening them again. He froze.

The reason for that being was, he could hardly recognize the person that was reflected in the mirror. Slightly shorter brown locks. A more round face. Less defined cheeks and chin. It was as if he'd gone back to being fifteen. Something that completely baffled him… well, not actually. He'd done something similar nearly a thousand years ago.

"Did I do this to myself… again?" Mori asked himself. He was at least grateful that he hadn't stored his own memories in his Gourd again. That would have been pretty annoying.

As he studied his younger features once more, a knock on the door drew him from the inspection of his new features. "The detective says he's ready for you!" Rumi's voice echoed through the door. "Get your ass out here!"

The final thing he learned about her was that she had no filter. Well, with him she had no filter. He hoped that she didn't speak like this in front of an audience. Especially if she really was the number five hero in Japan.

Mori quickly exited the bathroom to find Rumi leaning against the wall outside. He gave her a curt nod and followed her.

They weaved their way down various corridors, to which Mori had to wonder how anyone found their way around this place, before stopping at one of the many rather dull doors occupying said corridors.

Rumi made a gesturing motion to hand something over, which greatly confused Mori. When she repeated it a few more times with the same result, she glared. "Hand me the staff," she said obviously. Safety protocol and whatnot."

Mori gave a bemused smirk. Sure, if you can pick it up, he said to himself.

Instead, he very lightly leaned it against the wall, which he got more than a few odd looks for, and glanced at Rumi for approval.

She shrugged and opened the door, letting them both see the inside of the room.

Mori quickly examined his new surroundings. Two plain metal chairs faced towards each other with only a crisp metal table separating the two. A singular light bulb hung above the entire room and a large one-way mirror peered in from the seat on the left. A standard interrogation room if he'd ever seen one.

Sitting on the chair to the left was a rather tall man with very little defining features. The only things that really stood out were his white gloves and brown trench coat.

The man in question smiled. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jin," he said with a nod towards Rumi. She left the room after he did so, most likely taking up position behind the one-way mirror. "My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. The lead detective and lieutenant of the Musutafu police department."

Mori nodded at that, waiting for the detective to continue. He did so. "I have a few questions for you, that I hope you don't mind answering."

Another nod from Mori showed that he was willing to cooperate.

"Good. Let's start off with your name?" the detective asked seriously.

Mori quirked a brow. "Really?" he replied.

Naomasa smiled. "Humor me."

The Monkey King rolled his eyes but went with it. "Mori Jin."

Naomasa wrote it down. "Age?" he asked.

Mori scrunched his face. "Fourteen to fifteen, I think?" he said slowly.

Naomasa started at Mori curiously before noting it down. Maybe the kid really hadn't a clue to how old he was. Besides he looked around that age.

He moved on to his next question. "Do you have any form of ID on you? We couldn't find you in any of our databases. And we'd like confirmation of who you are."

"No, sir," Mori replied. "I don't have any ID on me."

"Any legal guardian that we can contact?" Naomasa asked.

"No, sir," Mori repeated.

"What were you doing before engaging the villain in combat?" the detective asked, seeing as his current line of questions was getting him nowhere.

"Searching for a man," Mori said.

"What was his name?" the detective asked, glad to see they were getting somewhere.

"Mubong Park," Mori replied.

"And why were you searching for this man?" Naomasa continued.

Mori paused. "He killed my grandpa," he said. The words hurt to say aloud, but he knew that the truth was better than lying to the authorities.

To Naomasa's credit, he hid his surprise well. He was a trained detective that required complete control over his own facial expression. "When was this?" he asked.

"I don't know," Mori replied truthfully.

"Do you know why he did it?" the detective asked again.

"I don't know," he repeated.

Seeing as the detective was once again at a dead end, and this path of questions seemed to bother the kid very much, Naomasa decided to try another approach. "Why did you run into that fight all by yourself?" he asked seriously.

Mori was relieved that they'd ventured off the questions on his grandpa, as they were still a touchy subject. "People would have died if I didn't step in," he explained, a little confused at the detective's lack of understanding.

Naomasa shook his head, disagreeing with the young boy. "Now see, that's where you're wrong. Had you given a hero one more second, they would have made it to you and you wouldn't have had to put yourself in harm's way," he explained.

Mori frowned. The detective seemed to care more about his stupid laws than human life itself. "With all due respect sir," Mori said. "Had I given that villain one more second, that father and daughter would be dead right now."

Naomasa didn't say anything at first, content to write down whatever he was writing on his notepad. A moment later, he lifted his head. "That may be so, but laws are put there for a reason," he explained. "What if there were more people that thought that way? What if they all of a sudden thought that they were just as great as All Might? That they could save anyone if they just put themselves in harm's way to do so?"

He looked Mori dead in the eyes. "You'd have a bunch of people dying foolish deaths," he said. "That law is there to reduce the overall deceased."

"Sure, you may have the skills to go toe to toe with a villain, but if it were any other ordinary citizen who decided to play hero," Naomasa continued. "We'd just be adding another name to the list of deceased in that report."

Mori's nodded as he understood what the detective meant. He hadn't thought of it that way. It wasn't to stop people from doing heroic deeds but to stop people from throwing their lives away for no reason.

Naomasa, seeing that he may have laid it on a little thick, smiled kindly. "I know you just wanted to help that family, but the reason that the law is there is to reduce the overall casualties of any one incident," he explained softly. "Do you understand?"

Mori nodded his head slowly. Although he didn't like it, he could see where the detective was coming from. He was just doing his job.

"I'm glad," Naomasa said with a sigh. "Now down to the trickier part."

The detective put down his pad and rested both his hands on the table. "We've brought you in on charges of vigilantism which would get you time in prison," he explained. "However since you're a minor and you understand what you did wrong, we could probably just let you go right now. On probation, of course."

Probation? He didn't like the sound of that.

"Of course, we can't exactly give you any ordinary parole officer as you could easily overpower them with the strength and martial arts you displayed," Naomasa mused, giving this a great deal of thought. "So that just leaves a professional hero…"

His thoughts drifted towards the one-way mirror in the room. "That might work," he muttered before looking back at the boy in his charge. "If it's not too much to ask, Ms. Usagiyama, would you be this boy's parole officer? As the one who found him and being a top-notch hero, I find you most suitable for the job. Furthermore-"

"Alright, alright, I'll do it," Rumi said, having already guessed that that was what the detective was up to. It was honestly the reason she had argued with the police officer up at the front desk. "Stop trying to butter me up."

"I alright figured that was the case when I brought him here," she continued, proving his point.

Naomasa turned back to Mori. "Well, you'll be leaving with Ms. Usagiyama after we're done here for I'd say about two weeks. I think that should help you see the error of your ways," he said. Though a single glance and the detective knew that the boy wouldn't be seeing what he did wrong anytime soon.

Mori nodded and waited for the detective to continue.

"After that, I think the best option for you would be to put you in an orphanage," the detective said. "As we still haven't identified your parents," he looked at Mori accusingly. "So this is really the only available option for you."

Mori nodded again. This time a little slower than before. He didn't find this predicament optimal, but it was better than becoming a wanted criminal. He could worry about the whole orphanage thing a bit later.

Drawn from his musing, Mori watched as Rumi stepped back into the interrogation room. She didn't seem too pleased about the fact that she would be literally stuck babysitting a kid, but at the same time, she looked kind of glad for the relaxation time.

Mori bowed slightly towards her, remembering somewhere that that was good etiquette whenever visiting foreign lands. "Ms. Usagiyama, I will be in your care."

The rabbit hero quirked a brow. "Didn't I tell you to just call me Rumi?"

Mori shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry?" he ventured.

Rumi shook her head before addressing Naomasa. "Is it alright if I take the kid and go now?" she asked, stretching slightly.

The detective nodded. "You'll just have to fill in a few forms at the front desk beforehand," he said.

Rumi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she brushed it off easily. "Let's go kid. I haven't got all day to wait for you to get up."

Mori sighed and then smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be all too bad.

"Master, we've located the meteorite," a man reported. His features were hidden, but a few wisps of purple mist drifted near him.

"Good, is it of any use to us?" another asked, sitting at a desk and going over a few more reports given by his other subordinates. The way the man spoke conveyed his superiority over everyone and everything else.

"That's the thing, Master. We aren't entirely sure ourselves," the subordinate said, despising the fact he couldn't give a better answer.

The master paused in his readings and put aside the reports. "Oh, and why is that?" he asked, showing more intrigue than anger.

Instead of answering the question, the first man opted to just show him. With a wave of his arm, purple mist pooled up quickly on the surface of the desk. It rested there for a moment before dispersing to reveal a plain translucent purple chalice. Although its appearance was rather dull, the room was immediately suppressed by the energy roiling off of it, threatening to suffocate the two men with its presence alone.

The master gingerly wrapped his digits around the stem of the chalice, feeling the energy held within his grasp. Although he couldn't directly draw energy from the relic, he could find many other uses for such a thing.

It made him smile wickedly. "You've done well, my loyal servant," he said, holding up the chalice to the light fixtures above. "This will indeed be very useful. This… " he paused to find the right words to describe something this beautiful.

His smile grew wider when he found an appropriate name. There was only one thing he could call it. For it would grant him everything he desired. "... Holy Grail."

As you can see, I've reduced Mori's powers like what the Holy Grail had done to him in the webtoon. But as he is technically a former god, he's still really strong and I plan on keeping to that. Later on he may have more difficulty, but there are few people who can best him as he is now.

Anyways, thanks for the read. I hope you can drop a comment, like, and follow for me. It really keeps me motivated and I appreciate the kind words. See you guys in the next chapter!