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-Rain of Sins-

-Shifting Winds: Ch 5-

Izuku opened the door to his cottage and stepped inside, shaking off the snow from the blizzard outside as he did so. He shook off his coat, hung it on the coat stand in the entrance, and stepped out of his heavy leather boots, which were frosty with ice.

He made his way further into the house, and was warmed by a roaring flame in the fireplace.

With nothing else to do, he sat down at his table and picked up where he’d left off with his hobby-turned -work.

Izuku picked up his knife, and started carving into a block of wood. He was a woodcarver by trade, and prided himself on the incredible things he could make.

The cottage was cold and lonely, he had no one to share his time and meals with, and even the villagers in the town were too afraid of him to give him any more than an occasional wave. But he found meaning in his creations, and numerous wooden statues stood proudly along his shelves.

One of them was a massive reptile with two heads. Another was a hulking mutant of a man with claws and a tail. Lots of them were a humanoid with abnormally long limbs, crow wings, and a skeleton-like exoskeleton.

But the one he was working on now was something different. It was to be the next step towards his masterpiece. The next step to creating his magnum opus.

Slices of wood peeled away and fell to the table, starting defining a shape.

The rhythm came to him easily, digging the knife into the soft wood and carving out chunks of it.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

Piece by piece, the wood whittled down, slowly revealing the form of a small girl. Her features were innocent, and she had two angel wings sprouting from her lower back.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

He didn’t know when the wood started bleeding, but he didn’t pay it any heed. It was just wood, it wasn’t alive, it couldn’t feel anything.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

The blood pooled on the table.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

Her arms took shape, then her legs.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

The doll was almost complete.

Stab. Cut. Stab. Cut.

Izuku dug his knife deep into the wood to make the final cut, and then all of a sudden the doll twisted. The little flesh and blood girl, who moments ago had been a completely inanimate object, looked down at the knife buried in her chest and screamed in agony.

-Rain of Sins-

Izuku jerked awake, scattering papers and several empty coffee cups as he did so. He had fallen asleep at his desk again.

He shook his head and forced himself to focus as he collected the papers. He didn't have time for sleep, there was work to do.

But even as he resumed sketching out blueprints and designs, Izuku couldn't stop his hands from shaking.

-Rain of Sins-

When the sun finally broke over the horizon, Izuku looked horrible.

His schedule was completely packed all day every day, and had been for the past half week, all to assure that operations in Korea got off the ground as smoothly as possible. There was only enough time cut out for Izuku Midoriya to eat and sleep.

But that was the problem, he wasn’t just Izuku Midoriya, anymore. Food was eaten at his desk, and the hours he should have been sleeping were filled with countless things that the Sovereign of Sin needed to do to prepare for the future. Especially with a Rapture project on the loose, and two in active development.

Unfortunately time waited for no man, especially not Izuku.

Izuku put all his concentration into keeping his eyes fully open, and any sign of exhaustion ff his face. He at least needed to look like he was in full control of things, even if the procedure was being done entirely without his interference.

Through an observation window, Izuku watched as a small boy was laid down on a cushioned operating table. The kid fiddled nervously as the doctors around him began filling several large syringes with various medications.

The kid caught Izuku’s gaze through the window, and he smiled at the boy, giving him a reassuring nod.

The child relaxed at that, and didn’t protest as the doctor approached.

“Is it really that simple?” The prime minister of Korea asked from Izuku's left. “Just a few shots and he gets a quirk?”

“It’ll be less than that once I fully streamline it, just a single injection. Less than a ten minute appointment.

The Korean PM went silent, mulling thoughts over in her head.

Half an hour later, the boy was escorted out of the clinic with his parents, to a wall of media cameras that would make him an instant worldwide celebrity. Not missing a beat, the leader of Korea hurried out in front of the family, paced a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and gave an impromptu speech about building a better future.

Izuku watched the boy go with a dead expression, and heavy bags under his eyes.

“The first public success of Kronos. The first step to taking control of the doomsday clock.”

He should have been over the moon about it. Had this happened anytime before half a month ago, he would have been shouting from the rooftops.

But now…

“One problem down, a hundred more to go. One quirk given, tens of thousands more to export.” He groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

Quirks… Quirks… That was right, there was something he had to do while out from All for One’s prying eye.

“First coffee, then project.”

The PM came back in with a wide smile, ready to congratulate Izuku, but he had already slinked off into the shadows and disappeared.

-Rain of Sins-

Curious was a strong woman. She was a well trained fighter, and a high ranking member of the MLA- she was the spearhead for the revolution!

So why… Why, after everything she had given, was she still having to cower like she had from the bullies of her childhood…

“You will deliver this to your friends, for me.”

A thick manilla folder was dropped onto her desk, and she stared unblinkingly at it, unable to lift her gaze up towards the man- no- the thing in front of her.

“Why the long face?” The man asked, with a honey like voice, and she could feel his crimson eyes burning into her skull. “Don’t tell me that I’m scaring you.”

Curious couldn’t find her voice to speak. All she could do was pitifully shake her head.

“Good. It’s good to be scared of me, it means all the little gears in your brain are working properly.” All for One smiled cruelly, finding joy in the way such a proud person was coming undone just from his presence. “But I assure you, this particular gift is as useful to you as it is to me.”

The folder slid towards her without anyone touching it.

“Take it.”

This time his voice left no room for disobedience.

-Rain of Sins-

Kuin walked through the empty halls of the Origin lab’s lowest levels. The entire place was a safety hazard, after the containment breach, and it frequently groaned under the weight of all the floors above.

Naturally due to its top secret nature, they couldn’t just hire civilian construction teams to come and repair everything- it all had to be done in house. And due to the opponent that her boss had set himself up against, they also couldn’t afford to waste any time.

The dark hallways were filled with occasional electric sparks that illuminated the freezing cold fog, and combined with the periodic wailing of malfunctioning energy sirens, the bottom of the lab was now even more ominous than before.

The Queen Bee swiped her ID card on a reader, and entered the deepest room in the lab- the place where both Ev3 and Charbydis had been created.

The air immediately bit into her skin with an unnatural chill that made the rest of the freezing lab feel lukewarm in comparison. The room was dark and cavernous, the lights on the far above ceiling had been knocked out, and the shadows made the room seem like it stretched out endlessly.

Various parts of the room were bathed in harsh, sterile spotlights that had been wheeled in here after the meltdown, the light reflected off the cold, metallic surfaces of towering incubation tanks. Rows upon rows of glass chambers lined the hallways, most filled with shadowy, half-formed figures suspended in thick, murky green fluid.

The silence between the mechanical sounds of machinery felt heavy, almost watchful, as if the room itself was alive with a malignant intent, waiting for something to stir in the darkened corners.

At the far end of the room the largest of all the tanks was built into the wall, looming over everything like a dark monument. Its massive bulk dominated the space, easily large enough to hold whales, yet what it housed inside was far more sinister. The glass was fogged and streaked, obscuring the grotesque shape within, but every so often a faint ripple disturbed the dark green liquid, hinting at something vast growing in the murk.

Thick cables snaked up the sides of the tank, pulsating with a dull green light, feeding the unknown entity with whatever sustenance it required. As Kuin approached, the air around her became heavier, as if the presence inside was sapping the life from everything around it.

“Status report.” She barked at the men and women who were fussing over dozens of monitors.

“Green across the board.” One of the men responded and handed her a datapad over his shoulder without turning away from his work. “With double green on security. We’ve got countermeasures out the wazoo, and enough fire power here to level an army. This thing’s not going anywhere.”

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“Do you have an ETA for a ready product? Izuku urged me to remind you that we don’t have time for delays.”

“We’re ahead of schedule, actually, and if we keep up this pace we’ll have out orders completed a full week ahead of the original estimation. But I haven’t the slightest idea when the final product will be ready- none of us do. We don’t have the information to make that estimate.”

“Explain.”

“This tank was built so that even something like Charybdiswould have elbow room, but this thing’s so big that it won’t fit. We’re having to grow it in pieces and plan to put it together once they’re all done.” The man hesitated a moment before continuing. “...how we’re going to do that is still up in the air. But the boss is the boss, and the boss said he has a plan, so that’s what we’re going with. We just don’t know what kind of time the boss’ plan will tag on, or how many unexpected delays will come with it.”

Kuin scrolled through the datapad, and hummed to give the impression that she understood what she was reading, but even someone as un-scientific as her could pick up on the one particular phrase that kept repeating over and over.

“The square cubed law?” She asked herself as she cocked her head.

“It’s a biology thing.” The scientist answered the question even though it wasn’t directed towards him. “The boss said it was the biggest oversight in Charybdis’ design, and after looking over the evidence the boys all mostly agree with him.”

“But what does it mean?”

“It’s a scientific law that says when an object increases in size, its surface area increases proportionally to the square of its dimensions, while its volume (and mass) increases proportionally to the cube of its dimensions. If you double the size of an organism, its surface area increases by a factor of four, but its volume increases by a factor of eight.”

“But what does it mean in English?”

The lab scientist stopped his typing and spun around in his chair to face her, giving her a clear look into his cold gray eyes.

“Big things are difficult to make work. The square cubed law creates a significant challenge for larger animals because their strength doesn't scale as quickly as their weight does. Ants can lift several times their own body weight because the law works in their favor. We are much stronger than ants in a flat sense because of how much larger we are, but ratio wise they blow us out of the water. Think about it as exponentially diminishing returns in regards to brute strength.”

He turned back around to his computer and pulled up two graphs for her to look at.

“The boss had two plans to get around this- EV3 was the smart plan, it was going to be compact to avoid the fall off, and instead get its brute strength through quirks. Leviathan is the brute force plan.” He gestured to the massive tank. “If each pound of muscle gives you less proportionally to the last, then just add exponentially more to make up for it.”

“That sounds incredibly resource intensive.”

This time the scientist didn’t respond, but somehow his silence felt like a grim confirmation of her observation.

Kuin went back to reading through the datapad, and eventually found more information that worried her.

The lab had some old scans and recordings of brain activity from Jeremy, made back when Izuku was using him to map out a control scheme for his tail. The plan was to make something out of that, and put it into the main brain of Leviathan.

Every single member of the team had raised various concerns about doing that but Izuku had put his foot down, and no one was willing to argue with him.

It wouldn’t be Jeremy. It wouldn’t have the vast majority of the old nomu’s memories, and the few it might have would be scrambled fragments put through a blender.

But hypothetically, it would have the same personality traits, so it would be loyal and obedient- something that was a major priority after EV3’s escape.

It was a good idea in theory, but Kuin was a little worried how it would work out in practice.

(And a lot worried how it would affect Izuku’s mental state if it went wrong.)

Kuin wordlessly put the datapad back on the table, and walked back the way she came.

A single massive eye watched her as she left.

It was hungry.

-Rain of Sins-

The second stop on her list was somehow even worse than the first.

Kuin leaned against the doorway and chewed her lip at the sight in front of her.

Toga Himiko. Dead.

Two lab members were in the room with her, one was keeping the body technically alive with all sorts of tubes and needles, while the other was working away at a desktop.

“How could this have happened?” Kuin hissed with a rapidly rising temper.

The scientist, wanting to avoid any punishment or pay dock, lazily clacked a few keys on the computer, and turned the screen to Kuin to show her the security camera footage for what had to be the twentieth time- mainly of how the main power shut off, and the built in batteries caught a few minutes of footage showing her slowly sink to the bottom of the tank she had been suspended in, as every life support system flicked off one by one.

“I know, I know, you’re not responsible for this, I know.” Kuin crossed her arms and pinched her nose in frustration. “Is there any sign of her improving at all?”

“As far as I can tell? No. Her brain’s caput, there’s no neural activity at all. We had just finished the brain surgery when the power outage hit, without the systems helping to patcher her up, her frontal lobe just kind of unraveled itself. The only way to have her walk off this table is to grow a new brain, and replace the old one. But I’m not sure a toddler is what the boss wanted for his kill squad.”

Kuin grit her teeth as she stared down at the still corpse on the table. Another massive asset lost, before even a single mission, and without anything to show for it. There had to be a way to get some sort of value out of this.

“The rapture project.”

“Hm?”

“The second rapture project that Izuku ordered the lab to begin work on.” Kuin glanced sideways at the scientist. “That was supposed to feature a copy of her quirk as the main component, correct?”

“An edited version, yeah. Why?”

“Take her. Use the original version of the quirk, not just a copy. And use her body in it as well, that way you’ll have an already trained quirk, and might be able to salvage some muscle memory.”

The scientist mulled it over, and thought back to how the last project had escaped and nuked the lab specifically because someone apparently messed with the boss’ instructions for what to do. And there was that whole ‘quirk-soul’ gibberish that the boss had been panicky muttering about under his breath for a while.

He thought about saying something, but after a few seconds he just shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

“Sure, I’ll pass it along. But put the order down in writing, so I can remember to do it exactly as you want it.”

And that way if it all goes south it will all be on her, not him.

-Rain of Sins-

Izuku Midoriya worked. It was all he had done for the past several weeks, but this project was different. This one was a gamble, because not only was it going to be a massive time sink, but it could be nothing but a dead end- or worse, it would be something that had no answer, and he would never know when to stop.

It had taken a few hours to get Frank on the phone, but once he did, the President had been more than happy to have the intelligence service open up their old records involving quirks leading up to the collapse, and send them over after cutting out any classified or sensitive information.

He seemed to think Izuku wanted it to advance his research on quirks. In a way, he was right.

Izuku was going to finally answer his damned question.

“What is a quirk?” Izuku asked himself the same question that started him on his odyssey.

He finally finished sorting the mountains of paper documents, before picking up the last sheet of paper, unfolding it into a massive tapestry, and pinned its corners to a corkboard that took up almost a third of the wall.

“What are you? Where did you come from?”

As Izuku looked at the map he had put up, it was like gazing into a different world.

This was before quirks had caused the majority of the world’s nations to collapse in one form or another.

This was before the European Union ripped itself apart because of rampant paranoia and mutual suspicion.

This was before Russia lost its grip on everything past the Ural mountains.

This was before China collapsed into another warlord era- urged on by All for One from the shadows.

This was before America devolved into such a decentralized, bloated, and bureaucratically tied mess that it became what it had been in name all along- a union of mostly independent States, each with their own flag and government, not a single solid nation.

This was before a quirk warlord attempted to unite Anatolia, before Japan collapsed into anarchy, before all the wars, and before the lost century of humanity known as the Quirk Collapse.

This was a map of the world in 2041, the year the glowing child was born, an event that would drive humanity into the darkest period in its history almost a century later when the number and strength of quirks became too much for the pre-quirk governments to control, and caused the Collapse in the 2130s.

It had been 200 years since the collapse, and this map was as alien to him as a map of the 1500s would look to someone at the time of this map.

This was the map that Quirks started appearing on, and this was the map he would have to use if he was going to track down the point of origin.

Boxes of pins were pulled out, each with colored dots on the end that he would use to sort by year. Then he pulled up the first stack of papers, each with a small label paperclipped to it, and began mapping out the quirk sightings.

Hours went by as he slowly sifted through every piece of information that the Americans had managed to collect about the appearance of quirks over the centuries. They had also attempted this, and he was grateful for the notes that had been included with this because they were rather helpful.

But where they had failed, he would succeed. Because unlike them he understood Quirks.

And also, because he had all the information from Ujiko’s network to work with as well, and the Doctor had picked All for One’s brain for everything that the warlord could remember about the dawn of Quirks. But that didn’t sound quite as dramatic.

Points were plotted, data was compared, contradictory evidence was discarded, and everything he did on the map he mirrored into his computer with his quirk.

As the moon rose high into the sky, he pinned the last piece of information, and finally, after centuries of this unsolvable mystery haunting the world-

“What doesn’t this make sense!?” Izuku shouted as he hurled a stack of paper against the wall.

-he was just as stumped as everyone else.

Nothing on the map had any sort of pattern! Even when he dismissed all the contradicting variables, and ran it through a mottled simulation on his computer, nothing matched!

He ran the simulation over and over, changing variables here and there, but no matter what he did he couldn’t get a result that matched the records.

If he didn’t know any better (and he did) he would have come to the same conclusion everyone else seemed to; that the appearance of quirks began in west Asia and the spread after that was random and without a clear cause.

It had to spread, it had to spread somehow! If he just could figure out how then he could find the origin, and if he could find the origin he could find the cause, and if he could find the cause then he could know what they are!

“BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!” He shouted as he slammed his fists into the map. “These dates don’t make sense! How is it skipping around like this? Reports pour out of here, and then a city the state over has a case, but somehow the town within walking range doesn’t have any quirks show up for another five years.

“The glowing child was born in west Asia, that’s the hot zone, that’s where all the earliest reports come from. The two major powers of the area, Russia and China took notice and jointly coordinated teams in a cross border effort to monitor and log every Quirk case that appeared, but none of these points make sense!”

It was all random and jumbled. almost as if the numbers from these government reports were wrong!

… As if they were fake.

But that didn’t make any sense! What motive would they even have for doing that?

Why would a government lie? In a time of mass panic, where everyone is trying desperately to understand these new powers, why lie about your numbers?

You wouldn’t…

Unless you didn’t want the other powers to figure something out.

Stiffly, Izuku made his way to the computer and pulled up a copy of the documents he’s used as a base to make his serum, all that time ago. Haggard and far less optimistic than he was when he first found them, he read over it all again.

“This attempt at a super soldier serum was made during a time of great power competition. They poached scientists from around the world, and were constantly paranoid about double agents and assasination attempts.” He said aloud, to help himself think. “These nations weren’t cooperating, they were all rivals trying to get a leg up on one another, and they were willing to dabble in experimental things to make that happen.”

He looked back up at the map, and at all the pins that were marked “reliable” thanks to confirmed government citations.

“They were all working behind each other's back, and hiding things out of sight. They would lie to keep those things hidden.”

The first pin plinked on the floor, then a second, and a third, then dozens more, as Izuku tore them out with rapidly building frustration. Every pin a potential lie, every pin a potential coverup.

Dismissing every piece of data from the governments as a variable, Izuku worked with the reports in the central Asia region that had come from “less reputable” sources, such as local sightings and clippings of old social media posts, and mapped out the spread of quirks from those. Then, he ran the simulation with that.

And it worked.

The spread in the simulation matched every single point exactly, and went on to mirror the later years of the first few waves of Quirks to a T.

“Holy shit.” Izuku stared at the screen with wide eyes and laughed- because what else could he do? “I did it. I found the origin point.”

He ran a hand through his curly green hair, and let out a shaky breath as he collapsed into a chair.

The map pointed to a single point- an isolated city deep into what was the modern day Siberian wastes.

The abandoned city of Omsk.

“Assistants! Start preparing a cover for me, I’m going to be leaving for awhile and no one can know that I’m gone. I have something I need to dig up.”

-Rain of Sins-

Atop the tower of the world famous Detnerat company, a group of highly influential individuals had been called together in a secret emergency meeting.

Usually these meetings were done secretly, and with great care put into the necessary preparation so that there was no trail of them all being in the same place, but today was different.

Today, the future of the Meta Liberation Army might be at stake.

“I’M SAYING IT’S IMPOSSIBLE! THERE’S NO WAY THEY’VE FOUND US OUT! WE WOULD ALREADY BE DEAD!”

“THEN EXPLAIN WHY THIS EVIDENCE POINTS OTHERWISE! WE CAN’T TAKE THE RISK WE NEED TO STRIKE NOW!”

“YOU’LL GET US ALL KILLED, YOU FOOL!”

Curious sat at the end of the table with her head ducked under the intense arguing that was flying between the MLA leaders. The manilla folder was splayed out in front of her, barred for everyone to see.

Re Destro was deathly silent as he slowly flicked through the papers, any thoughts he may have were hidden behind the vault of his forcefully neutral expression.

“WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THIS IS REAL, AND YOU WANT US TO MARCH TO WAR!? WE’RE NOT READY! WE HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT CURIOUS’ NEW CONTACT IS LEGIT!”

“WE HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING THEY’RE NOT! AND IF THEY ARE A DOUBLE AGENT, THEN WE’VE BEEN FOUND OUT ALREADY!”

“Enough.”

Destro’s voice cut through the screaming despite being a fraction of the volume, and the entire table went silent as they turned to their Grand Commander.

“Skeptic is right, the truth is we don’t know if this is accurate, and we have no way to verify it. But it would be incredibly foolish to ignore something like this.”

ReDestro frowned and tossed the papers back across the table.

“Then what do you suggest, commander?”

“Send out a signal along the line to prepare, it will take awhile to filter down the chain by word of mouth, but that’s fine. We’re not going to move right away. I want everyone we have on standby, the entire Liberation Army, not just our emergency forces.”

“S-Sir, does that mean…?”

“It does.” ReDestro stood from his seat, and raised his thumb to his forehead with his finger in the air. “If the Safety Commission wants to strike at us, then all of Japan will march to war against them.”

Every leader gasped in shock at the implication.

“The day of the revolution has finally come. Our days of oppression are numbered.”

Far away, All for One grinned.

-Chapter End-