Cementoss, the ever quite man sitting with his fellow teachers in the upper rows, was able to get his hands on the holographic tablet to choose the next verse.

Snipe and Ectoplasm were making a few suggestions here and there on either side of him as they glacé at the pad.

Out of the titles he chose to go with a title he found in the history category. Although he teacher modern literature, he thought he could change things up a little. So he chose the first one as to not hear any more suggestions from his friends.

Choosing the title, the tablet disappears from his hands and the title appears on the screen.

Deliver Us

"An intriguing title," Nezu muses before taking a sip of his tea again.

All Might leans back in his seat curious to see how this one will go as well.

The students sharing quiet whispers of how this will go and who will be starring in this alternate world.

The villains internally hoping this one wasn't so much leaning towards heroes specifically. They could handle anything else but too much hero worship.

The screen fades to a blurry light of clouds obscuring the bright sun.

The people in the audience flinch in their seat in surprise by something being slammed down with a hard thud enough to bring dust up into the air.

"Mud!" Comes a hard, chorused exclamation from many people shown working hard under pressuring supervision. "Sand!" Something sharp cracks in the air.

People on the screen are shown in a large lot of some kind, working with dirts d sand to make buildings and statues. Basically all of them are men who are hardly dressed appropriately.

Those working wore no shirt but tattered pants or loin cloths. While those who seem to be dressed better wear more comfortable clothes compared to the working men.

"No, this can't be..." Midoriya says worriedly watching the screen. Already having some kind of idea what's going on in this alternate world.

Uraraka fringes back at the next scene shown like most of the others in the others in the audience.

"Water!" They exclaims as some are shown dumping water into the mud pit where some others are churning the mud with their feet. One stumbles over and falls by the heavy fall of the water.

Bundles of straw are also thrown in like their words. "Straw!"

Another crack of the whip rings through the air. "Faster!" One of the overseers orders harshly with no remorse.

All Might hits his fist against the top of his arm rest. "No!"

Midnight squints at the harsh treatmeant to the workers, no, slaves. "They're slaves..."

The scene moves on to another group who are creating mud bricks and moving to lift them on a board to another location. "Mud and lift!"

"Sand and pull!" Another change in scene where a different group is shown plowing a new field on barely barren earth.

"Water and raise up!" Large jugs are shown to be lifted by many men to a higher level where work is being done on a statue.

Kirishima clenches the head of his arm rests tightly. "This isn't manly... They're working so hard under hard conditions."

"We also have to take in account that almost all of them are elderly and the others are practically skin and bones." Momo said holding her hand over her mouth.

"Straw!" One of the slaves are shown throwing star into a different pit before a different overseer is shown with narrowed eyes before him.

"Faster!" He orders as he raises his whip up and brings it down hard on an elderly man who falls forward in pain. No helping the poor man up as the camera pans to show the cruelty in the field work.

"Fuck that! Why would you do that to an old man!" Katsuki can't help but he'll in anger as he voices the thoughts of those around him in a more explicit manner.

"If only there was a hero there," Koda quietly says like a whisper shakily.

The heroes were angry and frustrated.

The villains also so because there elderly were to be respected for their knowledge of the times lived before the younger generation.

A different slave approach up a ramp carrying two buckets, but not moving fast enough for an overseer to give him a whip warning another cry of pain. "With the sting of the whip on my shoulder~" They hear the slaves chorus heavily.

"With the salt of my sweat on my brow~" Their voices still holding some hope as they continue to work together. So many of them are shown working like ants in formation while overseers watch them from a over on their watch positions while brandishing their whips. "Elohim, God on high, can you hear your people cry? Help us now~ This dark hour~"

"They're asking for God to help, no save, them..." Masaru says sadly.

The scene pans over those working without rest. A lot of them carrying heavy sacks of cargo to move to different work areas.

Overseers cracking their whips against the backs of the slaves and against their air without a second thought.

"Deliver us!" They sing strongly in hope. "Hear our call, deliver us!"

In another workspace, slaves are shown pulling the rope until they are forced to let go. Some having fallen back while watching the statue they have pulled up with widen eyes and fear.

"Lord of all, remember us here in this burning sand." They sing over themselves as they walk by All for One's statue tiredly with heavy sacks carried against their back.

"All for One," Gran Torino grits the name out like venom.

Glares were sent to the notorious villain's direction.

An very elderly man falls down to the sandy floor so weak and exhausted. His hand reaching for anyone to help him. "Deliver us!" A young man reaches for his hand and pulls him up in care before being pushed to get back to work harshly by an overseer.

"Oh! Good job dude!" Kaminari exclaims to the young man on screen helping the old man.

"There's a land You promised us!~" The slaves exclaim while they work. "Deliver us! To the Promised Land~"

Their song fades as the scene pans away from the working fields to a village across the river nearby. Huts are shown, made by stone or clay with tiled or strawed rooftops.

The camera turns to focus on the wall of one house where shadows of seemingly soldier men holding weapons are entering the village.

Zooming out the audience is given a look through a window where Inko is show. Not her present form but her younger self when she was still in pretty slim shape.

"Ah! It's Inko!" Mitsuki points out seeing her best friend.

Inko looks surprised to see her younger self there. "Me?"

She is cradling a bundle close to her chest while fearfully listening to the shouting and cries outside her window. "Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach."

Peeking out her window some before pulling back quickly. "Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad," she says turning away from the window where she passes another boy similar to herself and Izuku but with darker hair and with red eyes.

Inko takes the cover off her youngest son and looks at him dearly. "My son, I have nothing I can give~" She sings while she caresses the side of his little head gently. "But this chance that you may live~"

"Baby Izuku!" Mina coos at her younger classmate on screen.

"But it seems his family is in trouble," Iida points out while making some chopping motions with his hands.

She lowers down a bit to pick up another cover to wrap around baby Izuku. Her facial expression determined while singing hopeful, "I pray we'll meet again~" The older son gets up from his seat to help Inko but they hear a loud cry of a woman outside in fear and sorrow. "If He will, deliver us!~"

"Deliver us!" The sound of men seem to chorus with her as a look outside of their house is shown.

Nomu and soldiers dressed in dark armor take to breaking into home. Darkly dressed soldiers forcefully entering homes, on specifically of a mother who cries a loud desperate 'no!' Before she is pushed to the side. They enter and find the nursery room.

The audience stunned as the soldier is shown raising his sword and ultimately killing the child offscreen as the same soldier leaves the house where a crying former mother is left weeping.

"They killed a baby!" Jirou exclaims in horror.

The two mothers in the audience are also horrified at the action and think about their own sons.

The heroes furious that it was done with no mercy to the new mother.

The villains in the audience couldn't help but glare at the screen in anger. They may be villains but they would never- to a small newborn no less.

"Hear our prayer, deliver us!" The slaves words seem to echo over the tragedy at hand.

The soldiers and nomu continuing on their killing spree by what seems like an order as they are only killing babies.

Inko is shown waiting carefully with her other son until the nomus and soldiers pass them by, then moving to escape danger.

"From despair these years of slavery, grown too cruel to stand!"

The two make a run through the shadows back ways of the village while screams and cries continue behind them.

"Deliver us!~"

Soldiers are heard marching near their pathway. Inko pulls her eldest son to a narrow path quickly and covers them with her dark cloak to blend into the dark path against the building walls.

"Go mom!" Izuku cheers one with glossy eyes full of unshed tears.

"There's a land You promised us!~"

She ushers him forward to run again once the marching group is well passed them with a worried expression. Their feet running against the dirt path with haste.

"Deliver us from the bondage," The slaves voices build up.

Inko and her eldest son make it out of the village safely with panting breaths. They continue to run into the forest to a nearby river where the sun is slowly falling to reach.

"And~"

Their steps slow and Inko looks back briefly while holding her baby son close to her chest.

"Deliver us! To the Promised Land~" The voices of the slave men sing strongly one last time before they fade away.

Baby Izuku coos and Inko can't help but hold him close to nuzzle their cheeks together.

Inko, in the audience, smiles at her baby in that world. So small and innocent but born into a world so cruel which makes her heart sad.

"Mama," Her eldest son calls to her concerned as he moves the basket around carefully to his side.

She smiles at the older boy and gently pats his head. "Mikumo, he'll be okay..."

The two of them reach the river and carefully kneel by the shallow shore. Mikumo, who is Izuku's older brother there, sets down the basket and opens it up to reveal a soft padding and small pillow. A small makeshift crib for one baby Izuku.

Inko cradles her little one for a moment with a smile as he whines when he's shifted to be laid down in the basket.

"Hush now my baby, be still love don't cry~" She sings gently. "Sleep as you're rocked by the stream~"

"Your mother's voice is really good, kero." Tsuyu commnets to her friend and classmate in kind.

"Thank you Tsuyu-chan."

Baby Izuku struggles in his swaddle, his little arms escaping as he reaches for her begging to be picked up again by her. But Inko continues to smile as she softly caressing her childish cheek with the back of her index finger.

The baby calms and smiles, his little hand holding onto said finger while he focuses on her.

"Sleep and remember my last lullaby~" She sings sadly as the wind lightly blows at her face, playing with the loose strands of her long hair.

The little one's eyes flutter close to hide those prefect green gems of his behind his eyelids as he falls asleep. "So I'll be with you when you dream~" His little hand let's go of his mother's finger as he brings it back to his chest to curl up in sleep.

"No," Izuku can't help but say to his little self as if this is his mother's final goodbye.

His friends give him comforting pats on the shoulder or his back from where they can reach.

Mikumo watches their mother lean forward to kiss the child on the forehead with love. He expresses his worry for his baby brother like his mother who closes the basket as his little brother yawns one last time before falling fast asleep.

Inko gently picks up the basket and walks into the water while Mikumo stays on the shoreline of the river watching her.

"River, oh river flow gently for me~" She sings like a prayer as she stops waist deep in the river water. Her hands lower to let the basket float at the surface of the water. "Such precious cargo you bear~"

Some in the audience get tearful to her singing as she is sending her child away, Inko especially.

Her hands let go of the basket to let the river current pull its cargo out into its fated path for the little one. Inko and Mikumo watching their youngest family member floating away with looks of sadness.

"Do you know somewhere he can live free?" She asks hopeful as the camera zooms in on her tearful face.

Mikumo is shown briefly taking a step to the side like he's going to follow the basket.

Inko pleads ever so gently in her lullaby. "River, deliver him there~" More tears falls from her eyes as the wind continues to blow gently against her form.

No one can really deny the tears that left their eyes. It was heartbreaking to see the loving mother let her son go to find a better life.

Albeit dangerous in how she is doing so.

Not long after she sends her child adrift in the river's flow, Mikumo is show following after the child holding basket. Walking along the shoreline, hiding amongst the tall grass that towers over his young body.

The crib is seen following down the stream where fish and monkeys hanging from branches overlook the package passing by curious.

From the water comes danger as crocodiles move swiftly to try and snap at the basket to get what's possibly inside.

"Oh my gosh!" Himiko gasps seeing what could have been close to death for baby Izuku.

Mikumo worriedly watches from afar but continues to follow seeing his baby brother basket escapes safely from danger. He pushes pass the tall grass more as they go farther down stream. He gasp, red eyes widening when he sees his brother's basket get caught by a fisherman's net. Yet it successfully doesn't get pulled up to the crew.

"They saw it but still didn't try to catch the basket," Dabi mumbles a bit confused to the fishermen.

More larger boats are approaching, being towed by men who count in time. The elder brother reaching out in fear his brother's basket may sink by the ores. His feet shuffle against the river water but stops when he sees his brother is fine and a boat pushes his basket towards a large palace.

Everyone breaths a sigh of relief for the child's safety. Yet they can't let their guard down yet.

Mikumo follows quietly.

The camera follow's the baby's basket into an water entrance to the side of the palace building. The currents gently pushing inside where a couple of nicely dressed servants are standing in attendance watching a man sitting at the steps and young boy playing in the shallow part of the water.

"Little brother..." All for One says so quietly to himself.

"Gran Torino, isn't that the First again?"

"Ah, it seems he's alive in this world with some relation to Shigaraki..." The old teacher notes to the other.

The camera closes up on the young Shigaraki as he picks up a white lotus flower to cup in his hands until he notices the basket coming towards him.

"Uncle, look." The young one points out to the white haired male quietly watching him until he also notices the basket that is pointed out to him.

The lanky man stands up and without hesitation steps into the water. He leads Tomura back on the stone steps where a purple wearing attendant comes to watch over him while the man moves back to investigate the basket.

"Look Kurogiri, it's you," Tomura points out to the warp user as he recognizes the formal apparel of the man in purple on screen attending to his younger self.

"It seems I am a servant to you, Young Shigaraki." His yellow eyes squint a little with a little hum leaving from him.

Not too far, Mikumo parts aside curtain to peek into the private port of the palace. He quietly gasps seeing his brother being found by the occupants of the palace.

The First walks deeper into the water, just stopping waist line, to receive the floating basket into his hands by the river. Carefully he lifts off the cover of the basket to find baby Izuku awake and looking back at the man curiously until he smiles so innocently at the man.

"You kid's smile is so goddamn pure," Mitsuki jokes to her friend with a chuckle.

Inko is more focused on the man finding her son. She had seen him in the other worlds, more a ghost who seems to follow with others in some kind of connection that she isn't sure about.

Yet she finds him kind the way he responds to her baby.

The frail man can't help but return the smile fondly as the child lifts his arms to him wanting to be held.

Mikumo is shown to look relieved as he breaths out a sigh. A small smile on his lips.

"Brother, you're safe now and safe may you stay," He sings clutching the curtain watching the man pick up his little brother from the basket carefully. There was a certain fondness in the man's eyes as he presses his forehead breifly against Izuku's. "For I have a prayer just for you~"

The First turns around to walk back to the stone step leading back into the palace. Baby Izuku in his arms securely as he coos blissfully unaware of where he has ended up.

"Grow, baby brother, come back someday~" Mikumo wishes for his little brother as he brings the curtain back to cover him in his little hiding spot. "Come and deliver us too~"

The man returns to the steps where his attendants look at him worriedly surprised before lowering their gaze because of his stern expression when they notice the child in his arms.

"Uncle?" Shigaraki says following after the man who carries the young child in his arms.

"Come now Tenko, it seems we have been gifted a new family member..." His former frown loosening for a small smile looking back down at the child cooing up at him. "I'm sure my older brother will welcome him with open arms. Don't you think so too, Izuku..."

All for One watches his brother carry Izuku up the steps with his successor walking beside him.

Right behind them is Kurogiri who keeps his head bowed and is followed by the other servants lower than him. The camera follows them up the stone stair case up to the wealthy looking palace while the voice of the slaves sing loud over them.

"Deliver us, send a shepherd to shepherd us!" The power of their voice spoke volumes of prayer and hope.

"So powerful," Present Mic says in awe. As if their voice could be louder than his own quirk.

The camera pans up to show the land of the wealthy and powerful compared to the neighboring village surrounding the kingdoms either covered by forest or in open plain fields.

"And deliver us, to the Promised Land~" The voice of men and woman sync together.

A silhouetted group is shown on a cliff hanging over head. Inko and Mikumo are shown traveling up the gravelly path up to them. "Deliver us, to the Promised Land!~"

They're welcomed by them openly. Their shadowed covered hands are reached out to them which they take with no hesitation. Mikumo is shown to step into the shadows with them first while Inko looks back on last time to the dreadful kingdom.

"Deliver us!~" She vocalizes one last time before she turns around and disappears into the shadows with the rest of the group.

The screen darkens and the audience is left with their thoughts.

"The world seems like shit, but there seems to be hope," Tomura voices to his companions.

"Ah but their is a lesson to be taught that hope comes a long way. Their will is strong to be always be hoping someone will save them." All for One rubs at his chin curious how that world goes on to its end.

As for the heroes, they hope that someone will save them soon. By the god they call upon so for help.

Todoroki crosses his arms with a thoughtful look on his face. "What of Midoriya is the one who is suppose to deliver them?"

"I suppose that would make sense," Iida replies also looking thoughtful of the idea. "There must have been a reason those babies were being killed in the first place."

"But I'm so sad for the new mothers you know, and the mothers who already have kids... No one should loose someone so young." Izuku voices looking down to his lap sadly.

No one should have to die so young.

The screen takes their attention away from their conversations and picks up the pace.

Next chooser please!