"It looks like Metalmancer is already there everybody, ready to take care of the situation!"
The camera moved to the inside of the building in an unnaturally smooth way, flawlessly floating up the stairs and taking its sweet time until it finally reached the main scene.
A large, muscular man is making a pose, as if waiting for the spotlights to be on him. He's sporting jeans along with a sweaty short sleeved gray t-shirt, as if he had rushed there. On the opposite side of the room, a young adult with a leather jacket with some gang symbols on it had a wooden club pointed at the man and ready to strike, along with a dozen of high school students bound by old-looking ropes.
"Geez man, don't leave me waiting, I shouldn't have to do this. Stupid children." The hero let out a sigh, signaling to the cameraperson that he was ready to go live.
"In the name of justice and all that, I'm gonna defeat you. Get ready!" He put his hands together in front of his chest, palms facing upwards.
"Huh? What is he doing? He can't extract the iron from here, that's going to damage the camera and… Cut it off, cut the stream!" The anchor shouted to his staff, but it was no use. Millions of people watched live as tiny pieces of metal floated from everywhere onto Metalmancer's hands. The last thing that could be heard before the camera completely disintegrated was the sound of a dozen high school students choking.
I didn't wake up screaming today. That's good, mom said I was starting to worry our neighbors. Thinking back, I'm pretty sure it was ever broadcast at all, my brain is probably making this up for a reason. And I hope it's a good one, I'm tired of having this dream every two weeks.
I came out of my room and said good morning to my parents and grandma, then prepared a bowl of cereal. Dad usually makes us coffee and eggs, but we don't really have a lot of time for that today. He doesn't really like cereal, so he's going to get something to eat at the airport. That's fair.
After eating, I put the bowl in the sink and went to my room to finish packing my things. The luggage with my clothes is already finished, I just have to get what I'm going to carry with me in the plane. I fetch my phone and look up the checklist I made yesterday: Headphones? Check. Handheld console? Check. Toothbrush? Check. "Learning Japanese" and "Useful Sentences in Japanese" books? Check. I think that's all. I'm going to be asleep for most of the plane trip anyways.
The car trip to the airport took a while. The check-in took a while too. But embarking was pretty quick. I wished mom and dad could have come with us, but they probably can't take a 3 year break from work. Not that they'd have done a lot there, I think they're a bit too old for superhero training. Besides that, their quirks aren't really the offensive kind, so they'd probably had end up in the normal course instead of the superhero course. It's still good, and you can get in a lot of high end universities by taking it, but it's kind of lame in my opinion.
Grandma started sleeping the second the plane took off. Which is kind of concerning, since it's still morning, but I guess that's what old people do. I ended up not playing any video games, I was too nervous trying to absorb as much of the books as I could before we arrived in Japan. I know they're gonna give us teachers that are fluent in English, and I can speak that well, but I guess I just feel kinda bad for being half Japanese and not knowing anything besides the "anime words". I don't think "die" or "so cute!" will help me a lot in day to day life.
When we finally disembarked, grandpa was already waiting for us there. He's a pretty short man, and has almost no hair besides his eyebrows and mustache, but he's almost always smiling. If it was someone else, it would be kind of creepy, but grandpa gives off a reassuring feel by doing it. Well, All-Might also looks good doing it, but come on, it's All-Might. No further commentary needed.
We took the bullet train to my grandpa's house, and despite getting a reasonable amount of sleep in the plane, I passed out as soon as we got there. Not literally, thankfully, I managed to stay awake until I reached the bed. I woke up in the afternoon on the next day. Grandma was still sleeping (go figure), and grandpa was watching some kind of game show on TV. They spoke Japanese, but sometimes English words would pop up on screen, and by what I understood the participants had to find a way to use their quirks to play golf. That's…Creative, I guess.
Grandpa suggested I take a walk around the city to pass the time, and so I did. He sent me the address via text too, in case I get lost and need to use the GPS. And I'm pretty sure I will need it.
To my luck, this district is one of the places that is mostly Portuguese-speaking, so I had no trouble reading signs and talking to shopkeepers. It's kind of ironic, isn't it? Coming to Japan, expecting to use English, then ending up using my native language. It's good too, because I didn't get very far into the Katakana lesson. I was able to read most of the Hiragana in the signs, but I have no idea what they mean.
I came back home with way too much food, even for me. We ended up eating cup ramen for dinner, and it was… worse than I expected, honestly, but still edible. I got to eat an onigiri and some pudding for dessert. I'm sure going to need the energy for tomorrow. Grandpa had some old consoles laying around, and they still worked, so I played some games for a while before I went to sleep.
Man, it sure is surreal that I got accepted into U.A. I hope the other people that got into the Foreigner Program are nervous as well. It's definitely going to be a long day tomorrow.