"Shoto Todoroki?" Izuku shivered. Something about that name sent chills done his spine. And yet it was somehow... familiar.

"Who the fuck is that? Why is he so dangerous? Bet I could beat his ass." Bakugou scoffed.

Aizawa scowled. "That kind of cocky attitude will get you killed. This man is the most powerful villain these lands have ever seen. 

"Whoa. That doesn't sound good... Wait. But how did you know what we were here for in the first place?" Kirishima puzzled.

Izuku started. That's right. We didn't even tell him why we had come...

"I'm a wizard. And the only reason anyone ever travels across the Badlands is for the sword, but you are the first to make it to me. Now come. I will tell you more about that man in the armory."

He swept off down the hallway, leaving the trio-and Yamada-to follow.

At the end of the hallway there was a door, which Aizawa entered.

Izuku, Katsuki, Eijirou, and Yamada followed, with the loud man leading the way.

The greenette poked his head through the doorway, and gasped.

"What the...?!"

The door opened onto a huge hallway-like room with walls lined with armor and weapons.  There was barely enough room to stand among the scattered piles of sharp objects.

The wizard stood in the middle of it all, almost disappearing behind a huge stack of shields.

"That is fucking awesome." Bakugou's mouth dropped open as he gaped at the huge armory, walking up next to Izuku.

Kirishima grinned widely. "Sick! Hey, wizard man, you've got a lot of sharp stuff." 

Aizawa grumbled in response. He seemed to be searching for something. 

Eijirou reached out to touch a rusty sword sticking out from a nearby pile. 

Aizawa shouted in alarm. "Don't touch that!" He thrusted an arm out and the sword lifted up, floating in the air. Kirishima snapped his hand back, mouth agape.

The sword crashed back down. 

"That one's cursed. Be very careful, some of these will turn you into frogs." Yamada added, sticking his head into the room and poking Katsuki in the eye with his hair.

"FUCKING-" Bakugou rubbed his eye, infuriated.

Kirishima cautiously stepped back. "Uhhhh, okay. I'll just...not touch anything else.

The wizard sighed, slapping his palm to his forehead. "Alright, give me a second." He closed his eyes, concentrating intently and lifting his arms out straight in front of him.

Suddenly, the piles of weapons lifted up off the ground until dozens of swords, maces, and who knows what else hovered close to the tall ceiling. 

Aizawa waved his hands, and each weapon slowly floated to an empty spot on the wall. 

He opened his eyes and collapsed to his knees.

Yamada and Izuku rushed to him over the now-empty stone floor.

"Aizawa-sensei, are you alright?" Midoriya helped up the older man.

"Shouta! You shouldn't exert yourself!" Yamada scolded.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He turned to the greenette. "This is why we need you. I am weakening. Not as young as I used to be..." he grumbled, waving Yamada off. 

Bakugou and Kirishima walked up as well.

"You okay?" Kirishima asked.

"Yes. But you need weapons. And I'll explain what you're fighting."  He swept an arm over the room, indicating the massive assortment of weapons.

"So...Pick anything you like, except for the ones on the ceiling. Those are cursed." he grumbled. "And yes, you can pick more than one." he added, spotting Bakugou giving him a side-eye.

The boys grinned, exclaiming in excitement as they rushed to the walls.

Eijirou took a large shield emblazoned with a large red "R" on it. "Yo, what's this?" he asked, looking back at Aizawa. "I've definitely seen it before..." he added, puzzled.

"Oh?" The wizard walked over and examined the shield.

"Ah, yes. I assume you are familiar with the hero Crimson Riot?" Aizawa rubbed his forehead, peering closer at the object.

"Um, yeah! He's only one of the greatest heroes to ever exist!" Kirishima grinned ear to ear. "He's my favorite hero. I want to be just like him one day." He eyed the shield. "Are you saying..."

"Yes. This is the shield of Crimson Riot. He gifted it to me after his retirement. It served him well, and I am sure it will do the same for you." Aizawa handed the shield back to Kirishima, who was gazing at it in awe.

"Holy crap...Imagine the battles this thing must have seen! That is so manly...I'll use it with pride!" Eijirou gushed, hugging the shield to his chest.

On the other side of the room, Bakugou licked his lips as he ran a calloused finger down the not smut f u sharp blade of a huge battle-axe.

"Ow! Damn." He drew back sharply. Katsuki had barely touched the weapon, and yet it had still managed to draw blood. A red smear now stained the top of the shining steel.

He grinned. "This'll do just fine." Bakugou grabbed the polished wooden handle and hoisted the heavy axe over his shoulder, swinging it a few practice times and weighing it in his hand. 

He grabbed the matching strap from the wall and strung the weapon onto his back, smiling.

"Now to pick a just-in-case weapon, a secondary weapon, a nuclear bomb, and a really big gun." The blonde chuckled to himself, scanning the walls for more weaponry.

Aizawa sat in the center of the room. He seemed to be meditating, except his hair was floating above his head for some reason.

"Uhh...Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku hesitantly tapped the man on the shoulder, shifting from foot to foot.

"Yes, hero?" The older man opened his eyes, and his hair dropped down to his shoulders again.

"The...um, sword. Can I...I mean, can you-"Izuku cut himself off, embarrassed.

"Yes. The sword. Follow me." Aizawa got up and walked towards the end of the room.

He stopped walking, facing the solid wall. Izuku watched, confused. 

The wizard closed his eyes, breathing in and out, and placed his palm on the stone. 

Nothing happened for a moment, and then door-sized section of the wall disappeared. It didn't retract or fade out, it simply just ceased to exist.

Izuku gasped in wonder, but Aizawa was frowning, peering into the alcove.

"Aizawa-sensei? What's wrong?" Midoriya asked.

At the other end of the room, near the doorway, Bakugou looked up and frowned. Footsteps seemed to be approaching the room.

Aizawa paled. 

"What is it?" the green-haired-boy asked again, feeling a pit of worry open in his gut.

"It's not there."

The door burst open.

that feeling when you haven't updated in a whole ass month 

I'M SO FUCKING SORRRY

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I had to end it in a cliffhanger to get this chapter out! 

please forgive meh ;-;

Cinny ❤️