Chapter 54 : Confession of Two Worlds

The words left my mouth, sounding foreign even to my own ears. "It started in another world."

The silence that followed in Ryukyu's office was absolute, thicker than the darkness outside the window. The ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint hum of the air conditioner suddenly became the only sounds in the universe. I looked at Ryukyu, my heart pounding so hard it ached against my ribs. I had just surrendered my deepest, most insane secret to a Top 10 Pro Hero. I had risked everything on this one moment.

Ryukyu didn't move. She didn't laugh, didn't call me crazy, didn't reach for her communicator to call security. She just sat there, her sharp golden eyes staring at me, scanning every detail of my expression, searching for any sign of a lie or delusion. Her usually composed face was now an unreadable mask, but I could see her brilliant mind working behind her eyes, trying to process the impossible statement.

After a silence that felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. Her voice was low, controlled, and dangerous. "Explain," was all she said.

It wasn't a request. It was a command.

I took a deep, shaky breath. "Before I was Tatsumi in this world," I began, my voice quiet, "I was someone else. I lived in a world very much like yours before the age of Quirks. A world you would call the normal past." I looked down at my own hands. "In my world... there were no heroes. No villains. No Quirks. Superpowers, epic battles between good and evil... all of that was just fiction. Stories we read in comic books called manga, or watched in animated shows called anime."

I raised my head, looking straight into her still-probing eyes. "And your story... the story of your world... was one of the most popular. I knew about U.A. I knew about All Might. I knew about the League of Villains. I knew it all because in my world, it was all part of a famous manga called 'My Hero Academia'."

I could see the deep furrow of confusion on her brow. She was trying to grasp the concept. Her world, her struggles, her very existence, was just entertainment for another world. "And that killer," I continued, getting to the heart of the matter. "Akame. She also comes from one of those stories. A different, darker story, titled 'Akame ga Kill!'. She was an assassin from a revolutionary group called Night Raid, fighting against a corrupt Empire. Her sword, Murasame, is a Teigu—a legendary Imperial Arm that can kill with a single scratch."

I told her everything. About my mundane life as an office worker. About my ridiculous and sudden death. About waking up as a baby in this world, with all the memories of my former life intact.

Ryukyu listened without interruption, her fingers steepled on her desk. Her expression was still hard to read, but I could see the struggle in her eyes. She was a logical woman, living in a world governed by the laws of physics and scientifically explainable Quirks. My story was a direct assault on everything she knew about reality.

"You want me to believe," she said slowly after I had finished, her voice careful, "that you are a soul from another dimension. That you have knowledge of our future because it was a 'story' to you. And that the killer we've been hunting is also a character from another story who somehow ended up here as well."

"I know it sounds insane," I admitted, my voice almost desperate. "I can barely believe it myself. But it's the only truth I have."

"That doesn't explain your power," she countered sharply. "If you were an ordinary person from a world without powers, why do you possess the 'Teigu' you call Incursio?"

This was the hardest part. "In the story 'Akame ga Kill!'," I explained, "Incursio was wielded by a young warrior named... Tatsumi. He was Akame's comrade. He was a kind and brave boy who fought and eventually died a hero." I pointed to my chest. "When I was reborn here, in a body that coincidentally was also named Tatsumi, I think somehow my soul became bound to the legacy of that armor. And... I don't think I'm alone in it. I think there are remnants, an echo, of the original Tatsumi's soul dormant within Incursio. That's why I can sense Akame. It's not me, but the 'him' inside me that feels her."

Ryukyu leaned back in her chair, finally looking away from me and out the window at the dark city. She was silent for a long time. Her mind must have been at war. The story she had just heard was the product of madness or extreme trauma. But then, there was the evidence she couldn't deny. The strange resonance she felt from me, that draconic connection. My impossible regenerative abilities. The armor itself, which fit no known Quirk science. My unnervingly accurate knowledge of the killer. And most importantly, the absolute conviction in my voice that even a lie-detector Quirk couldn't shake. My story, as insane as it was, was the only hypothesis that could explain all the anomalies attached to me.

"If what you're saying is true," she said finally, her voice now more weary than angry, "then you are the most dangerous anomaly to ever walk the face of this earth. You possess knowledge that no one should have, and you wield a power from another world that we do not understand." She turned back to me, and I saw something new in her eyes: no longer just suspicion, but also the immense weight of responsibility. "Why should I believe you? Why shouldn't I call the Commission right now and have you handed over to be studied in a lab?"

I looked at her, gathering the last of my courage. This was my final argument. "Because I chose to tell you," I said, my voice now steady. "I could have kept lying, kept giving you fabricated excuses. But I'm tired of living in secret, tired of lying to the people I trust. I chose to tell you, Ryukyu-san, because I trust you."

I leaned forward. "I trust that you, as the Dragon Hero, are the only person in this world who might be able to understand the draconic nature of my power. I trust that beneath all the rules and protocols, you are a true hero who cares about the truth and about the people under your command. I've seen how you lead, how you care. I don't want to be a liability or a risk to you and the team anymore. I want to be a real asset."

I bowed my head slightly. "I want to stop Akame from killing more people, no matter how 'evil' her targets are. But I also want to save her. She's alone and lost in this world, just like me. I can't do it alone. I don't have the power, the experience, or the resources. I... I need your help."

My sincere confession and my desperate plea hung in the air. I had laid all my cards on the table. I had placed my fate entirely in her hands.

Ryukyu looked at me in a long silence. I could see the internal struggle in her eyes. Between her duty as a rule-abiding hero and her instincts as a mentor and as someone who felt a strange connection to me. She took a deep breath, a decision that would change everything forming on her face.

"Alright, Tatsumi-kun," she said finally, her voice incredibly soft yet firm. "I… will trust you."

A wave of relief so powerful hit me that I almost cried. The burden I had carried alone for years in this world finally felt a little lighter. I was no longer alone.

The dynamic between us changed instantly. She was no longer just my mentor; she was my sole confidante. And I was no longer just her intern; I was the most valuable and most dangerous intelligence source she had ever possessed.

"This changes everything," she said, now shifting into commander mode. "The plan to trap Akame has to be scrapped. We can no longer treat her as a target to be captured. We have to treat her as... a potential contact."

We spent the rest of the night, until the first light of dawn began to break, formulating a crazy new plan. A plan to use my connection, to use the wooden token Akame had given me, to arrange a meeting. Not an ambush, but a dialogue, on neutral ground, with Ryukyu and her team as hidden support. It was an immense gamble, but it was the only way forward.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through her office window, illuminating the cold cups of tea between us, I felt incredibly tired, but also filled with a new hope. Ryukyu stood and looked out the window at the waking city.

"This is going to be a very difficult and dangerous road," she said, more to herself than to me. "Breaking protocol, hiding information from the Commission, trusting a story from another world... my career could be ruined for this." She paused, then a rare, faint smile appeared on her face. "But… it has also become much more interesting."

I watched her, her elegant silhouette against the dawn. The burden of my secret wasn't gone, but for the first time since I came to this world, I felt like I didn't have to carry it alone. An impossible alliance had been forged, tempered in a midnight confession and illuminated by the hope of a new dawn.