Chapter 152

(A/N: This chapter is brought to you by Dawnster, the eternal nemesis of Duskter.)

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After observing the lake for a short while to ensure Alissa could make it back to shore on her own, Izuku and Momo continued on their way until they reached the only tent in the area, resembling a typical field hospital but with a clearance of around 8m.

Raising his head from where he was seated behind a mobile field desk, Henry, looking fatigued and now Level 89, raised his brows and remarked, "Well, this is a surprise. I didn't expect to see the two of you until after the break."

Adopting a smile, Izuku revealed, "Truth be told, I considered ignoring the message, but I wanted to see how much everyone had grown."

Blinking in surprise, Henry questioned, "You have the [Read] Skill?" before promptly shaking his head and muttering, "Of course you do..." with a wry smile.

Rising to his feet, Henry gestured to a pot of coffee and tea at the corner of the tent as he asked, "So, how was your investigation? I don't need to hear the specifics, of course, but were you able to make some headway?"

"Quite a lot, actually," replied Izuku, giving Momo a slight nod that sent her to prepare a cup of tea for him. He wasn't physically tired, but it was late in the day, and he hadn't gotten much sleep over the past five days.

"Well, that's good," said Henry, splitting in two to prepare a cup of his own as he explained, "Everyone will be assembling around 1830, and we hope to depart at 1900 on the dot. I don't have anything for you, so you're free to roam. Just try not to throw anyone else into the lake, okay? I ignored it this time, but it would cause problems if a report were filed."

"Then I expect one will be," replied Izuku, punctuating his words with a dismissive shrug. Henry responded with a curt, "Probably," but as he had no intention of getting involved in the sub-surface power struggles of the rich and famous, he didn't comment further. His job effectively made him a glorified babysitter, but he wouldn't have been appointed to the position if he didn't know how to turn a blind eye to the 'pruning' that occurred at the Academy by design...

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Emerging from the field tent, Izuku looked around before turning to Momo and asking, "Got any ideas for how to kill two hours?"

"We could search for Arthur and Bedivere," Momo replied, her expression and tone filled with the expected stoicism of a skilled maid.

"I had a similar thought, but we may end up inconveniencing them if we simply go looking," said Izuku, pulling out his cell phone. He and Historia had exchanged contact information when she last visited the Compound, but they had yet to call or text one another. He had been fairly busy, after all...

"Hmmm..."

Since it was fairly likely that they would sit together on the return trip to the Academy, assuming Historia and Rebecca hadn't already returned by other means, Izuku texted, 'Momo and I just arrived at the Knight Course encampment,' instead of directly asking to meet up.

With no response, even after a full minute had passed, Izuku returned his phone into his pocket and began looking around. He was searching for a place where he and Momo could relax and enjoy a late-afternoon picnic, but before he could find one, the familiar figure of Historia wearing a thick white coat, blue mittens, a sky blue skirt, a neutral blue scarf, black hose, and brown riding boots appeared, spotting them almost immediately.

'She must not be very good with technology...' Izuku concluded, returning Historia's smile and raising his hand as he and Momo approached to meet her halfway. Rebecca appeared in the interim, hurrying to catch up, but it was apparent she wasn't prepared to be outdoors as she was without her glasses, barefoot, and wearing a cute, vanilla-colored, bell-sleeved fleece nightgown...

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"I noticed that your and Momo's powers have increased considerably since our last encounter," remarked Historia, seated across from Izuku within her and Rebecca's cabin, nursing a cup of hot cocoa at a circular, cafe-style table.

"You and Rebecca haven't been slouching either," Izuku noted, his Quirk allowing him to see that Historia's Level had jumped from 81 to 84 while Rebecca's had increased from 59 to 68. They lacked his Party's ability to distribute Experience evenly across multiple people, so while her growth was commendable, Rebecca was trailing behind her best friend and 'Lady' quite a bit.

Adopting a slightly troubled smile, Historia stared down at her cocoa and replied, "Thank you for your kind words. However, as it feels like I've hit a bottleneck in my growth, I have misgivings about accepting them."

"Did something happen...?" asked Izuku, not expecting Historia, of all people, to be in a slump. She still wore a smile and exuded a friendly and pure aura, but her emerald-green eyes had lost a bit of their shine, likely due to having to kill tens of thousands of monsters just for a small, almost inconsequential increase in power.

"I do not wish to trouble you..." replied Historia, her smile regaining a bit of its vigor as she closed her eyes and sipped from her cocoa.

"If I said the same thing under like circumstances, wouldn't you feel even more troubled...?" asked Izuku, raising his right brow. Historia opened her eyes in response and, realizing he was right, smiled apologetically as she set her cup down and admitted, "You're right. And I apologize if my words have upset or made you feel wronged."

"It's fine," Izuku assured. Then, as he noticed Rebecca was staring at him with a disproving look, he asked, "What's up?"

Though she felt embarrassed being stared at directly, largely due to her current outfit, Rebecca maintained eye contact and wore a fairly serious expression as she replied, "Last time, you were the one who pointed out that everyone has their secrets. I don't like how you're taking advantage of Histy's nature to pry information she didn't feel comfortable sharing on her own..."

"You make a fair point," conceded Izuku, nodding. Then, with a somewhat cheeky smile, he appended, "But, if you'll recall, I also expressed that the truth would flow naturally once we got to know each other. Besides, when did I try to 'pry' information? What I said was the truth. No one who views someone else as a friend would be happy hearing that friend express they didn't wish to trouble them. That's a subjective fact."

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Unable to refute Izuku's words, Rebecca fell silent, enabling Historia to interject, smiling as she asserted, "You need not be concerned, Becky. I can tell that Sir Midoriya has no ill intent. He's mostly curious, but there is a hint of genuine concern mixed in."

As Historia's intuition was almost always on point, Rebecca's suspicions toward Izuku lessened. She still sported a slight frown, but, much like Momo, she returned to being a silent observer as Historia confirmed Izuku's suspicions, explaining, "The thing that has me feeling troubled is the number of monsters that must be slain for me to progress from one Level to the next. I traditionally relish battle, but it's beginning to feel like I'm perpetrating a massacre..."

'Well, you're not wrong...' thought Izuku, externally responding, "Then it seems to me you need a change of scenery. But if you feel compelled to keep entering the breaches, you could also think about the reasons why you chose to in the first place. So long as that still applies, you should be able to push just about anything."

Though Izuku didn't specifically ask her to explain what motivated her, Historia smiled and replied, "I began entering breaches out of a desire to protect the people. But, more than that, I wish to see England and the UK regain the glory and honor we prided ourselves on in antiquity. I know it's a foolish dream, but so long as a single person carries it into the future, a time will come when Gentlemen return, and the title of Noble means more than protecting the wealth and interests of your family..."

With Historia exuding an even more charismatic aura than usual, Izuku felt a sudden desire to pick up a sword and fight for her cause. He didn't feel 'compelled' to do so, but the sensation was remarkably similar to Shinso's Quirk, Brainwashing, just subtler.

"Then it seems to me like you have ample reason to keep fighting," said Izuku, smiling approvingly. His words helped to restore the glimmer in Historia's eyes, but as they had already regained their shine as she spoke, it was more like he had polished them off a bit...

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Though their appearance at the assemblage surprised many within the Knight Course, Izuku and Momo managed the flight home and the return trip to the Compound without incident. One thing of note was that Dae-Jung's Level hadn't increased much, only going from 44 to 48, but as he had joined hands with Roman, for one reason or another, Izuku didn't pay too much attention to the shaggy-haired Korean.

"Haaaaaa..." exhaled Izuku, sinking his body into a hot, mineral-enriched bath. There were few pleasures in life greater than a warm bath after a long day, but one of them promptly sat on his lap, reclining against him as a similarly contented but seductive sigh escaped her throat.

As he still owed her a substantial amount of interest, Izuku reached up to cup the woman's, Inko's, breasts, gently kneading them as he asked, "So, how does it feel to be stronger than most Heroes...?"

"I haven't really thought about it..." replied Inko, reaching between her thighs to caress the tip of Izuku's dick as she added, "Right now, all I'm thinking about is our future. I know there's no going back, and I wouldn't want to even if there were. But if we're going to have children, we need to think about what we'll tell them once they discover I'm both their mother and grandmother..."

"Hmm..."

Though he was tempted to say they could keep it a secret, Izuku knew it would only be a matter of time before the truth came to light. Depending on their child's or children's ages at the time, the revelation could be fairly earth-shattering. That is, assuming society didn't collapse and the world's logic didn't change by then...

"Just let me worry about things like that..." said Izuku, his tone relaxed but reassuring as he slid his hand down Inko's body and gently stimulated her clit. They had already crossed too many lines, so even if Inko changed her mind about having children, Izuku wouldn't stop cumming inside her. Not just because it boosted his Luck but because he had gone so long without using a condom that the mere thought annoyed him.

Entrusting her fate and body to Izuku, Inko spread her legs and allowed her voice to echo freely. Her desire to have children was much too great to change her mind, so with her ovulation day fast approaching, she was keen to have Izuku's semen inside her at all times. It could survive up to 3-5 days inside of her, so even if she ovulated the day after her return to Japan, she could still get pregnant. Rather, she was determined to do so since she knew she would feel...frustrated if he impregnated many other women before her. It was the main reason she disliked Rumi, as, from the moment she first laid eyes on the muscular rabbit woman, Inko knew she would be the first to bear Izuku's child...

As thinking of Rumi made her feel frustrated and anxious, Inko abruptly shifted her weight forward, assuming a squatting posture as she directed Izuku's glans to her ever-desirous entrance. The water should have made entry more difficult, but with the amount of juices that flowed freely from her pussy, Inko had no problem impaling herself on Izuku's cock, starting their six-hour fuckathon a little early...

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(A/N: Historia has great potential to be a cult leader (O w O)...)