Izuku expected a variety of reactions to the discovery that they were in a Fantasy Europe. Shock? Disbelief? Thinking it’s wild? Suspicions that this world is actually Earth but in a distant, post-quirk apocalypse future?
What he got instead was disinterest. Reactions ranging from ‘oh, cool’ to ‘mhm, so what?’. The news wasn't as groundbreaking as he expected, especially as Yaoyorozu had nothing to say about local Japan other than that it existed.
Besides, what were the chances of being able to reach a place on the opposite end of the world with all those horrible creatures prowling the countryside, not to mention daemon, gods and whatnot?
Zero. And what if Dungeon could only maintain connection at a limited distance, meaning that if they died somewhere in Asia, that would be the end of them? Could they hope to ever be strong enough to manage to travel almost the entire length of a fantasy world, through entire continents’ worth of foreign magic and many foreign civilizations that might be unwelcoming towards outsiders?
Probably not. Making the entire discovery into a passing curio at best.
What occupied everyone’s minds much more than that was their first joint expedition, with the Elven Mine being its chosen destination. The only people that were missing out on it were Komori, since they decided that having someone to defend the Dungeon could be wise, and Spinner, who already went on a solo scouting mission.
They departed there the next morning, their new party members getting to see the surface of their new world for the first time. To some mixed feelings, most of which were summarized briefly by Ashido.
“That’s… that’s some forested mountains.” She says with a frown. “I’ve expected something with a bit more oomph from a fantasy world, you know?”
“Like what?” Uraraka asks.
“Dunno.” Ashido tilts her head while staring at the nearest mountain. “Floating isles or something? My grandparents live in a small mountain village in Kōshin'etsu, and my parents took me there a few times. This place looks similar.”
“Maybe there are things that you don’t know about your grandparents?” Tokage pitches in from the side, Ashido turning her head to face her. “Like, what if they were secretly wizards all along?”
“Pffft.” Ashido chuckles. “Yeah, and their magic was summoning sweets and tasty snacks whenever their granddaughter came to visit. Secret magical arts of all the elderly people I know.”
The second interesting event of the journey happened around the time when they were crossing the river.
“Uhm, am I supposed to be worried?” Mr. Compress asks as he gets past the deepest part of the river, the water now reaching up to knees at best, and turns his head around to see most of the others staring at him from the other side of the river. “Is there some horrible magical monster in the forest in front of me and you’re all waiting to see if it’ll eat me?”
“No, no!” Uraraka shouts back while waving at him. “It’s fine, it’s fine! We’re coming.” She then turns her head towards Himiko just as the others start to waddle through the water. “You know, I thought that your aversion to water is a cat person trait, but he seems to be doing fine with it.”
“Don’t be a dummy!” Himiko pouts. “Shiggy told you all that I was like this before becoming a catkin. You could say that I was always part cat but only on the inside, and now I also have looks to match!”
“Always a cat, huh.” Uraraka smiles. “I think I can see that.”
Moody, would play with her food, sweet but will still bite and scratch you the moment you don’t act like she wanted you to (and if you do, this might still happen), yeah, I can see that too.
Himiko pouts a bit harder before responding. “Hey! I’m also lazy and think that I deserve scratches and attention merely for being myself, don’t forget about that!”
Pfft.
I’d never!
Uraraka sighs with a wry smile on her face… before having an idea. It kind of fit the moment, and there was no one looking at them as everyone was busy crossing the river or preparing to do so. So… why not?
She quickly steps behind Himiko, the girl trying to turn her head around to look at what she was doing, but before she could do so, Uraraka bites her in the back of her neck.
Well, ‘bite’ in this case is something of a misnomer, she didn’t try to bite through the skin, just hold her in place with her teeth by the neck. The results are exactly what she expected (and hoped for, as that’d be hilarious).
Himiko freezes abruptly, her muscles tensing, her tail shivering suddenly. Uraraka can hear something akin to a quiet ‘hmmmmgh” coming out of her mouth. This lasts for about five seconds, which is when her curiosity is satisfied and Uraraka lets her go.
Himiko immediately turns around on her heels.
“W-what was that?!” She stammers, Uraraka deciding to give her a shit-eating grin. “Hey!”
“A small test.” Uraraka replies. “When you hold a cat by the back of their neck, they’ll usually freeze on the spot, because that’s how mothers carry their young. Children have an instinctual response to tense their muscles to make themselves easier to carry when that happens. And so do you.” She grins. “Truly a cat through and through.”
Izuku can practically see the gears turn in Himiko’s head for a few seconds, before the catgirl grins.
“So what I’m hearing…” She speaks, her grin steadily growing wider and wider. “... is that you want to be my mommy?”
“Eh?” Uraraka blinks at her. It takes her a few heartbeats to realize what Himiko meant, and even that mostly due to a loud ‘pffft’ from Izuku that she hears in her mind. “Start running.”
Himiko immediately takes off, Uraraka pursuing her on the other side of the river before delivering a well-earned karate chop to the top of her head.
Some time later they arrive at the mine, do a quick inspection of its First Level to make sure that the spiders didn’t come back while they were away before gathering up in front of the elevator shaft.
“Well.” Uraraka says while standing at the very edge and glancing down the shaft, before turning around to face the group. “If my sense of hearing is anything to go by, I’d say that the murderdoggos have left the area. Does anyone remember the plan?”
She gets a choir of ‘yes’ and ‘aye’ in response. Lovely, that should work.
“Alright then.” She nods. “Himiko, Compress, you start. We need reconnaissance down there. Once we’re done, we’re moving to the second step of the plan.”
I can’t believe that you’d get so vicious with your enemies
some pro-hero trainees you are
They aren’t humans, we’re thus not legally bound by anything when it comes to how we treat them.
Ah yes, the famous heroic doctrine of ‘it’s not murder if we don’t consider them people’
Wow, aren’t you an annoying one?
And also, the equally famous response of All Might to someone telling him in shock that the villains have spouses and children
“I know, they’re next!”
Sigh.
I’m just going to ignore you.
The second level of the mines didn’t change a lot. The only thing of note was that not only their old corpses but also the corpses of the Cynocephalii were all gone. Mostly, that is.
When you looked up close you could see bits and pieces of the corpse left behind, Cynocephalii stripping bones clean of flesh before gnawing on the bones until nothing but a few scarce splinters of bones were left.
The creatures weren’t here, but they were probably close enough to hear them if they were too loud. So, they had to prepare for it quietly.
***
What people often forgot was that the most important thing on the battlefield wasn’t their personal strength, but the synergy between personal strength of multiple people. In this case, what defined the outcome of the battle was such a synergy between Neito Monoma, Momo Yaoyorozu and Kaminari Denki.
In fact, it was hardly a battle. It was a massacre.
First they had Monoma and Yaoyorozu quietly climb down and start casting [Ball of Water]. Each of those spells created a substantial amount of water that Yaoyorozu calculated to be about ten liters.
And then, they just kept casting the spell, over and over again. In fact, it lasted for so long that the group that was waiting for them to finish set up a camp on the First Level, sitting around, talking and eating food (roasted meat, of course) that they’ve reheated over an improvised campfire.
They set it up in the unfinished corridor with the exit to the surface, to make sure that the smoke had somewhere to go.
Tokage offered to run back and forth to the river with the water buckets, but with the distance between the mine and the river it was a bit too risky. If she run into more of the Rampant Bloom forces, that’d be…
Problematic.
In the end, they just wait for the elevator room on the Second Level to have its floor covered in water. They don’t need it thick, it’s pretty much just a wide puddle. And when it’s finally done, they’re ready.
“So, you want me to go all out?” Kaminari asks for confirmation after they start to climb down the shaft. “Completely all out? No holds barred beatdown? Go bananas on their asses?”
“Absolutely.” Uraraka replies while giving him an encouraging slap on the back. “Go show them what UA is capable of, and instill the fear of god and thunder in their hearts.”
And so, he does.
They all went down to the Second Level, before finding themselves a comfortable and safe spot on some of the more stable-looking crates. Monoma and Yaoyorozu made sure to keep them dry so that they would act as insulators.
And then, Uraraka howls.
“Hot damn, we can do that?!” Tokage responds to that first. “That’s kinda aweso…”
All around them, they can hear Cynocephalii howl back, the echo of their howls forming a deafening cacophony of animal noises that continues to get closer and closer. And soon after that, first of the enraged and forever-starving dogheaded daemons (or maybe they were shard spirits?) storm the room before charging towards the nearest mortal.
Only for electricity to burst out of his arms as he casts [Electric Discharge] sorcery, unleashing massive amounts of electricity straight into the water pool that half of the room now was. With no less than twelve Cynocephalii standing in said pool at the time.
They tested the sorceries in practice before departure. The conclusion? Sorcerers were absolutely batshit broken. In more than one way, unfortunately.
Their sheer damage output was insane when compared to level one attack spells. Even Shigaraki was somewhat intimidated by the discovery of just how powerful the weakest AoE attacks were in an actual fantasy world, one without hit points to soak up the damage.
This single [Electric Discharge] incapacitated all twelve of the spirits that it hit. Even if it required hours of preparation to work in this particular environment, it was still batshit insane.
Especially as the preparations they’ve made have only expanded the sorcery’s effective range, doing nothing to amplify its firepower.
However, the problem with AoE spells was that Friendly Fire was set permanently on. And - which was the second way in which sorceries were broken - it wasn’t a problem just for your allies and random bystanders.
It was, chief among all, a problem for the sorcerers themself.
Izuku was ready to guess that the most common cause of death for the sorcerers were the sorcerers themselves. Ashido actually proved it in the most gruesome way possible during their overnight training session by accidentally dissolving half of her head with acid, forcing them to respawn her.
In combat they were also a guaranteed target for every rogue and ranged fighter. And if they were forced to cast their sorceries repeatedly to ward them off, they were likely going to kill themselves.
Because the more sorceries they casted in short order, the stronger their attunement. And the stronger their attunement, the stronger their sorceries were… but also harder to control. Much harder to control.
That’s how they temporarily lost Ashido. She casted [Acid Splash] five times in a row, only for the sixth attempt to misfire, making the sorcery fire in every direction at once, all while a part of said sorcery seemed to manifest within her mouth.
Gruesome. Extremely gruesome, and would likely traumatize her if not for the pain of lethal injuries being somewhat downscaled for people connected to the Dungeon. Instead it traumatized everyone else who happened to be there when it happened.
The attunement amplification mechanism was relevant at that moment for a simple reason. Because a few seconds after the twelve Cynocephalii were electrocuted, even more of their compatriots rushed into the room, jumping over the still twitching bodies of their companions.
Kaminari raises his hands above his head. They are briefly enveloped with electric discharge that connect them in an image of two tesla coils, before he swings them down, unleashing a second [Electric Discharge] into the pool before him.
If they were correct in their counting, this knocked out fifteen Cynocephalii. Most of them were knocked unconscious, suffered from eclectic and, in some cases, suffered from heart palpitations.
‘Most of them’ were knocked unconscious, because at this point Kaminari’s electric attunement reached the point where [Electric Discharge] became potentially lethal. Some of the creatures of both the first and second wave were thus killed.
There were now so many corpses - or unconscious bodies twitching uncontrollably on the floor - that the third wave had problems getting past them. And despite that, more and more kept coming.
Kaminari timed his subsequent [Electric Discharge] to hit the enemy the moment the fastest of them were about to reach the nearest occupied crates, which was they placed their melee fighters.
Going by their past experiments, Kaminari had enough mana for five, maybe six more [Electric Discharges] before being out of the fight for about six hours that he needed to recharge.
They weren’t sure about the exact numbers, because the faster the casting, the more powerful the attunement and through that, the more mana that was spent on the subsequent sorceries.
Still, he only had a limited amount of castings left, and a lot of Cynocephali left to kill. And once the dead ones piled up on the floor, their comrades would just run over them, and while bodies were a conductor, enough bodies on top of one another would at least slightly dampen the attack.
More importantly, there were now so many twitching or dead obstacles that the newly arriving Cynocephalii had to get past that there were only so many of them present in the killzone each time the [Electric Discharge] happened. And with the number of those limited, they simply had to let some of the Cynocephalii get past the killzone and engage them in combat if they wanted to score enough electricity-induced kills to win the day.
“Wow!” Tokage shouts as one of the creatures tries to sink its teeth into the top of her shield. She shatters its jaw with a [Shield Bash] a second later, before decapitating the creature with a [Lesser Slash]. “They’re kinda relentless, aren’t they?!”
“YEAH!” Tetsutetsu shouts as he swings his log downward before bashing a Cynocephalii’s head in. “REMINDS ME OF THAT BLACK FRIDAY SALE IN HERO MERCH SHOP AFTER KAMINO!”
As a person who was there and almost had their arm broken by a stampede of enraged buyers, I regret to inform you that it was worse.
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“YOU ALMOST BROKE YOUR ARM AGAIN?!” Uraraka yells before running her spear through another Cynocephalii, its pickaxe falling out of its hands right before she kicks him off her weapon. “We’re having that talk later!”
That was just a hyperbole!
Besides, those guys definitely looked worse than me afterward.
bruh
That was a joke.
riiight
Tokage disarms another Cynocephalii with her sword, shield bashing him backward into the pile of corpses just as Uraraka yells at Kaminari to do it now. A second later, another [Electric Discharge] massacres most of the Cynocephalii in the room, killing almost all of those who were already knocked out earlier.
The new ones have to climb over the corpses of their brethren, which doesn’t seem to bother them at all. As they keep coming.
“This is so damn fun!” Uraraka laughs before taking a pickaxe blow on her shield. It was definitely damaged, but for now it was still holding. The Cynocephalii that attacked her learned of this the hard way, when she [Shield Bash]ed it in the face. “And they just keep coming!”
“You’re really into it, aren’t you?” Tokage replies while briefly glancing at Uraraka, before immediately returning her attention to the creature that was trying to jump at her from a pile of corpses nearby.
“You bet I am!” Uraraka shouts back. “Fighting a horde that doesn’t know what a retreat is and just keeps running at you, so you don’t have to pursue them and can just keep fighting is FUN!” Another Cynocephalus swung a shovel at her, but she deftly sidestepped the blow before taking advantage of their height difference (she was standing on a crate) to kick it in the throat. “I HOPE THERE'S A LOT OF YOU, SINCE I DON”T WANT IT TO BE A LETDOWN!”
could you like
bring her on a date after this or smth
and make her calm her ass
she’s starting to scare me
That’s just one more reason to let her act like that.
Although, I think she’s just venting out the anger caused by words about me almost breaking my arm.
…
you said that intentionally to rile her up, didn’t you
… maybe.
I regret nothing.
“I think that it might be a good time to mention that some mines could be pretty large.” Yaoyorozu says all of a sudden. She was standing on another crate closer to the elevator, not doing anything just like most of their backliners. The fact that Izuku and Shigaraki immediately heard it despite observing the fight through eyes and ears of people quite far away from her told them immediately that they were the intended recipients of her words. “Like, thousands of people large.”
Oh.
Well, we can only hope that this mine is much smaller than that.
I think that thousands of people is too much even for Ochako.
“HA, AS IF!” Uraraka cackles. A doghead tries to swing a pickaxe at her, but she thrusts her spear into its throat before it can finish the attack, ending the threat immediately.
well
She’s definitely becoming a khornate berserker
just a horny one
and not in the ‘horned helmet’ way
I think I’m starting to understand why Himiko thinks that people fighting and covered in blood are kinda attractive.
…
are you fucking kidding me right now
W-wha?!
I mean
When it's the blood of the bad guys! And the cause of the fight is just!
Only then!
…
Do us all a favor and stay the same heroic asshole I hate, okay?
If you get influenced too much by Toga, I’ll find it hard to hate you
and that would suck as I enjoy hating you
you’re very hateable in general
…
Goes both ways.
***
Thankfully, they ran out of Cynocephalii rather quickly. Rather than thousands that they feared, there were instead only a few dozens of them. Still, by the time the last one of them fell, their fighters were winded and partially covered in blood, Kirishima got bitten in the shoulder, and the room was absolutely filled with corpses.
Himiko wasn’t even hiding that seeing Ochako winded and partially covered in blood (while also elated by her victory) made her feel a certain way. And Izuku found himself able to relate to that, which was extremely confusing to him.
Their casters didn’t really get anything to do during the fight, with the exception of Kaminari. Who was completely spent out. He was sitting on a crate, looking completely exhausted and wrecked by small, uncontrollable muscle spasms caused by leftover electricity-attuned mana rampaging through his body.
Every few seconds they could see sparks of electricity jump between his fingers or some of his hair stand straight up due to static electricity. It took most of his willpower and concentration just to keep the vestiges of mana in him under control.
If he tried to cast another sorcery, he’d definitely die. If someone as much as grabbed him all of a sudden and broke his concentration, he’d likely die. It was going to take him a while to recover.
“While I can see some of us enjoying themselves greatly…” Yaoyorozu says as she glances at Uraraka who took that moment to flex her biceps, shamelessly showing off in front of completely enchanted Toga. Which totally wasn’t concerning at all. “... but I think that it’s time to face another challenge of the day. Namely the question of ‘how are we going to bring all of those corpses back to the Dungeon?’.
…
Uraraka groans loudly. Everyone else in the room seems to be in agreement with her.
***
The plan that they end up agreeing on has them lift the corpses they’ve piled up in the room to the level above, to avoid some wandering group of Cynocephalii running into their loot and eating it raw while they weren’t there, as bringing them all back to the Dungeon would definitely require a number of trips back and forth.
All while making sure that all of the creatures were dead and counting them.
Result of said counting was sixty-seven Cynocephalii, including at least fifty that were killed by Kaminari’s electricity. Needless to say, he was crowned the MVP of the fight, which left him satisfied if still completely exhausted.
“I have a rather gruesome question.” Tokage raises her hand a moment after they’re all done counting the corpses. “Do we have to bring their whole bodies or is it enough to just bring their heads? I mean, that’s what’s really supernatural about them, right?”
Ugh.
I asked Yaoyorozu about it earlier.
She claimed that Romans had a thing for taking human heads as trophies.
looking forward to what your girlfriend will do once she learns about it
Uuuuugh.
Enjoying fighting is one thing, collecting human heads as trophies or offerings is something else.
for now
Give her a month or two
I’m looking forward to see you wriggle around trying to justify it
I assure you that I’ll try to discourage that idea if it’s even brought up.
that depends on whether she’ll ask you when you’re a disembodied consciousness or when she’s in bed with you
and we both know it
…
For the nth time, I do not consider snuggles to be a justification for everything.
for now
give yourself a month or two
“And that’s a good question.” Uraraka scratches the side of her head as she glances towards the corpses lying on the floor. “I think that we should carry as many of them as full corpses, but also bring one as just a head, to see if it will count as an unlock.”
“I’d definitely make it easier on us.” Yaoyorozu agrees with her. “We should be able to carry all of them back to Dungeon in only two or three trips, instead of at least ten. But the real question is who is going to be the one to cut off one of their heads. And, well…”
“... the rest of their heads if it works as intended.” Monoma finishes for her when it becomes clear that she doesn’t like what she was talking about. At all. “Any volunteers? Only a few dozen people to behead. Such a funny pastime.”
Silence for a few seconds. Eventually, Uraraka starts to open her mouth.
Are you sure about it?
Really, really sure?
Uraraka closes her mouth and ends up saying nothing.
“I have an idea.” Yanagi raises her hand. “I think I know how to do that. And it should also help us with logistics, even let us leave someone to guard the corpses. But I’m not so sure as to how you’ll react to it.”
Monoma realizes what she meant before anyone else does.
“Go for it.” He says before sighing loudly. “Realize your dreams. I’ve seen you anxious to do that ever since you came to live, and I guess there’s no point delaying it anymore.”
“Awesome.” Yanagi replies, somehow managing to look both emotionless and absolutely giddy with excitement. Then, before anyone can ask her or Monoma what’s going, she points her staff at the nearest undamaged corpse (killed by electricity).
And a second later, the corpse suddenly twitches before going through what looks like a series of seizures. This makes everyone briefly freak out (Kaminari actually trips while taking a shocked step backward, but Kirishima grabs him before he falls) before they realize what was happening.
And shortly after, the corpse manages to stand up, staring at Yanagi wordlessly.
“I’m a necromancer.” Yanagi grins back at it. “This is so cool.”
desecrating a corpse is an offense punishable by up to three years in jail back in Japan
just saying
…
How do you know that?
I’ve memorized the entire criminal law of Japan
… why?
so that I could more efficiently break it obviously
…
You know, I have the feeling that, by some inexplicable law of reality, every pro-hero has their own archnemesis among the villains.
All for One is that for All Might.
And you’re for Iida.
Not you?
Not me.
“Nice!” Uraraka processes Yanagi’s new achievement the fastest before coming to acceptance. “You think that you can reanimate them all and have them walk back to the Dungeon?”
“No, no I can’t.” Yanagi shakes her lightly. “Not enough mana. Two, maybe three more. At least I don’t think that I have to spend mana to maintain them. But…” She glances briefly at Uraraka. “Are you sure that the Dungeon will consider it a Cynocephali rather than a minor undead?”
“Ah, good point.” Uraraka decides. “How about this, you’ll resurrect two more of them. We’ll have two of them stand guard here, while the third one will come with us, carrying the head of one more of them. So that we’ll be able to tell if heads are enough and how undead assimilation works. Can it be done?”
“Sure.” Yanagi nods. “I’ll do it.”
Really enjoying it, doesn’t she?
Seems so to me.
Which is, uhm, fine with me?
We all need some new goals in life and hers is, errr, alright I guess?
Being a necromancer is alright?
It, errr, depends on what sort of creatures she reanimates.
three years in jail, Midoriya
How much does the jailtime has to grow before you stop justifying things when it’s about your friends
Different world, different laws.
Keep telling yourself that
***
Their group departs from the elven mine some time later, before returning to the Dungeon late into evening. For the new group it was their foray into this foreign world, which was rapidly becoming something of a rite of passage for everyone brought to life.
Despite some of them not getting to do anything during this mission, aside from helping carry the corpses back home.
Still, they were there and saw the fight up close. And some of them had an opinion about it.
“Boss, can I be honest with you?” Mr. Compress says as he is finally free to head to his own room.
Yes
Yes, you always can
“For the first time in my life I’m happy that laws exist.” Thief-turned-thief in another world says. “Or that they existed back on Earth. Those kids would be absolutely terrifying if they weren’t supposed to uphold it while fighting us. They aren’t just unhinged, they’re a completely empty door frame.”
First of all, you’re 32 by biology but 16 by terms of your maturity
Stop calling them ‘kids’
Second of all, fucking yes
Kaminari was like ‘holy heck, this is so cool’ while electrocuting swarms of humanoid enemies to death
“Yep.” Mr. Compress nods. “Perks of taking teenagers with powerful superpowers and telling them to fight people while they fundamentally lack the understanding of their own mortality and get a power trip out of it as a result. This is why Oji Harima wanted the pro-heroes to only start their training after college.”
And to achieve that he stole a bunch of shit, which he believed would make the natural superiority of his ideas obvious to the heroes.
Sigh
No one’s normal around me.
Anyway
Gotta go annoy Midoriya, have fun resting
“Sure thing.” Mr. Compress nods again.
***
It turned out that the undead Cynocephalii did count as a Cynocephalii, however they suspected that it depended entirely on how long they were undead. And if such a corpse scurried around for days or weeks, it’d eventually be read by the Dungeon as just an undead.
After all, there was a moment when decaying corpses stopped being able to give them any more skills or abilities. They just weren’t sure when it happened.
For now, they’ve managed to obtain twelve additional Cynocephalii. This list included the one that was brought back as only a head, meaning that they didn’t have to bring the whole corpses.
And that sooner or later they’d have to get used to beheading people and creatures that they’ve killed.
“Awesome!” Uraraka grins when she learns it. “We’ll be able to bring back a bunch of those the next time we go there!” She then freezes for a moment, before her smile quickly fades. “It’s going to make us butcher more humanoid creatures, won’t it?”
… yeah.
It’s for a good cause, though.
And we can have Yanagi’s undead do that for us.
“Yeah, I guess!” Uraraka recovers her mood a bit. “At this point I just kind of wonder how long it will take me to decide to just… bring one of those heads as offerings. It’s gruesome and… am I going too native? Be honest with me, Izuku.”
Izuku hated it whenever Shigaraki was right about something. And right now, he turned out to be much more right than he had any right to be. In fact, he said that it would take Ochako a month or two to approach this subject, instead of a few hours .
Alright, time to have that talk, it seems.
I’m always honest with you, Ochako.
And the answer is ‘definitely yes, at least on that one subject’.
I do understand that it might be something as terrifying or gruesome for the locals as it is for us, and that there'll be a moment in the future when we’ll adapt to this place enough to perhaps do such a thing ourselves.
However, it’s way too early to even consider that.
“Right, I guess.” Uraraka sighs. “I’m starting to understand Himiko’s point of view about laws and rules of society more and more nowadays, really. Anyway, I’ll just bring a pickaxe or something else that the doggies carried instead. Much less gruesome and… offering weapons of defeated enemies sounds like a Saevius thing, right?”
She was on the way to combat training with Tokage. Himiko wasn’t there, for once - she was instead in their home, indulging in her side hobby of carving things out of bones. Proving to them all in the process that she did have interests that weren’t horny.
Very good for her, by the way. They all deserved to have something to do in their free time, because honestly, a medieval world wasn’t really strong on solitary entertainment to begin with.
I think so, Ochako.
I… kind of didn’t mention it earlier but even if Kaminari stole the show, you were still awesome.
“H-heh.” Uraraka chuckles nervously, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. “T-thank you, Izuku.”
They’ve ended up unlocking a new [Lair], called the [Feeding Ground], which should allow them to house their Cynocephalii once they’d be ready to settle them down in their Dungeon.
They’ve also obtained a [Necromancer’s Laboratory], which was another case of an utility-oriented room after the [Library].
Yanagi was going to love it, Izuku was certain of that. But she’d love it in the future, as for now they simply didn’t have a use for it. They weren’t even sure what it could be used for! What would necromancers need a personalized laboratory for, anyway?
For now, they needed to take a quick rest before going back to the Elven Mine first thing in the morning in order to behead the rest of the Cynocephalii and, if possible, dismantle the smelter and bring it back too.
Yes, they didn’t forget about it.
And once that would be all done, they’d head deeper into the second level of the mine. To see what else was dwelling down there and whether they were strong enough to slay it and bring it back to the Dungeon.