Attack on Camp ! (Or at least preparing for it.)

Gathering at the site, we stood on a cliff. It was currently a night, one that is going to be quite chaotic. I was dressed in other suit than my sisal one. I was wearing something akin to school uniform, with black, white and red themes. Uniform in itself consisted of black jacket with white collared blouse underneath. My hands and legs were covered in blood armor, making it significantly harder to hurt me. I still wore both my gas mask and my hat, no chance I am changing that.

Behind me, from my right to left, were;

Magne, Spinner, Mr. Compress, Muscular, Moonfish, Twice, Uraraka and Mustard.

Behind us were Nomus, ready to accompany Mustard and two clones.

My own forces infiltrated forest already, laying in wait for commands. If need will arise, support squad will prioritize evacuation of LoV members. My own unit will pursue Aizawa, trying to make him unable to give students permission to fight back.

I will be fighting just like others, no insta kills unless it gets dangerous. Of course, I have my side objectives which overtake a priority. I might as well leave the main square to that three. In original, they managed to do quite well against wild wild pussycats. With help of Uraraka it would be even easier.

Girl herself is quite good at fighting, I sparred with her once. Quite good strategy, excellent usage of quirk. However ... it is me that we are talking about. I won't lose to someone as lowly as her. I ended up showing off my body transformation to her, nearly chewing her in half.

She seemed frightened of me afterwards, quite understandable.

Also, I asked for her story, just from clear courtesy.

*Flash back time*

We sat at one of more known restaurants in the city. It was mainly visited by people that were in possession of good amounts of money, or those that wanted to cause problems. Second ones weren't very lucky however, meeting face to face with some kind of bodybuilder. Man seemed like a wall, unmovable one at that. From where do I know that ?

Well, both of us were currently standing before him. I made reservation before hand so I was able to avoid any kind of queue, that would be just horrendous of them to let me wait.

"Number of reservation, please."

He asked while staring at me. Ochaco behind me was shaking from sheer pressure of this mountain of a man. However for me, he was quite weak. He could use his strength only because of blood, the thing that I can freely control. As such, I was not worried about him.

I reached towards my pocket, taking out my phone and checking the number. I don't have perfect memory, I can't remember everything.

"The number is 69."

"nice. Continue on."

You wouldn't believe how costly the table numbered as sixty-nine is. This is a bonus from the chief of the restaurant, table with such a number. It was kind of special, giving occupying people a right to order anything they want without paying. It also included joke from guard, which I am more than happy to receive. Girl behind me seemed dumbfounded by such ancient joke. I ignored her and continued onward.

We got in, instantly blinded by the light. Uraraka seemed lost in thought, probably thinking about how amazing I must be to afford a table in such place.

No matter where you looked, a gold and white theme would assault your eyes.

I even took out a black pair of glasses because my eyes started to hurt. Hilariously, this room remainder me of this 'white room torture.' This thingy that you put someone in white room and don't talk to him, leaving him some kind of white food every now and then. People would go crazy from this shit, now I exactly know why.

Because of how empathetic I am, I took out a second pair and gave them to Ochaco. I wore a leather jacket, under which I wore a simple white T-shirt, as well as red jeans paired with red snickers.

Beside me, Uraraka wore a simple white blouse with words 'Zero Gravity', paired with blue jeans.

We kind of looked like a total opposites, which however did not mean that we looked bad in any way.

Ochaco's appearance didn't really differ from anime, the only things changed is her face. She no longer had those stupidly adorable pinky cheeks, instead she had a normal ones. She also does not smile as much as her anime counterpart, which isn't necessarily bad.

We finally made it to our table, which in itself was the most decorated item in this room. That is excluding chandelier and this one painting above front doors. Chairs were not left behind, being covered in other various decorations.

We sat down and almost instantly, a waiter arrived with our menus.

Opening it, I was met with various categories and subcategories.

Soups, Meat dishes, Vegetarian dishes, Appetizers and other.

I did not feel any need for appetizers and so, I dived into 'Meat dishes' section.

I started reading through them, meeting various unknown to me dishes. Some called Espetada, Tikka, Carnitas-

Skipping through offers, I encountered a very good looking one and I did not hesitate to order it.

How was it named ... I don't really remember. These names, all of them, were very much confusing and hard to remember.

Uraraka wasn't doing any better than me, confused by such amount of choices, forcing her to order herself a simple steak.

"So ... how have you been in this world ?"

I asked, smile never leaving my face. I don't know if it is trait of original Himiko, however I won't deny that it isn't useful.

"Well, probably not as good as yours, I guess. You did kind of reserve a place in most famous restaurant in this city."

She replied while sipping on her already ordered apple juice.

"I couldn't be doing better. So, you mind telling how you got here ?"

I asked in return, while taking a gulp of 'wine'. It, of course, was blood. Wine was inaccessible for minors, no matter what one says. As such, because I wanted to feel like some kind of noble in those funny novel stories, I took some of my own wine with myself. It, of course, mainly being on important events.

She seemed conflicted at first, but then she decided to tell me anyway.

Simplifying a story for you, she, or former he, was a devote of Uraraka church. As you may have already guessed, they were just as devoted as we were.

Our own church didn't have any fights with them, despite being a territorial neighbors. As to why, let me explain. As there are many waifus, there are just as many 'ships'. If some inexperienced weeb is there, then word 'ship' means imagining a relationship between two characters. There were ships that were more and less popular.

There were also quite few ships in BNHA. Most popular ones being IzuChako, BakuDeku and finally, OchaHimi. Ships sometimes led to cooperation between one church and another. And if not cooperation, they would at least have a good relationships with one another.

As such, you could call this churches a socialization for people of faith.

Back to her story. She was walking towards the grocery store, not having anything in her fridge. She also mentioned ordering a new volume of BNHA manga, which I, being superior, ordered a week before it came out. Hehehehehe.

So, she walked towards this grocery store, only to be met with truck to the head. Yep. As simple as that.

She then proceeded to meet god of waifus, Hano. He told her about roughly same things that I know, giving her a choice to be reincarnated as the waifu of her/his choice.

The rest is quite obvious, nothing interesting.

After that I told her about my side of the story, more interesting one.

After this both of us ate and made our way out of restaurant.

There is a raid to take care of, right ?

[I have nothing special to say, really~

But did you know ? Every 60 seconds, a minute in Africa passes. ATrueWaifu.]