Lesson Number One

"I'm just saying," Fumei started as their little group, composed of Hitoshi himself, Kureito, Koharu, and Tatsumaki, walked back from the dining hall to the classroom.

Hitoshi had no idea why he ended up joining their group for lunch, but he was convinced it was because Fumei managed to trick him into doing so after sports class. He frowned; or maybe it was Kureito's and his blackmailing prowess. He tends to forget a lot of things when both of them are in close proximity and he catches their stupid.

"If you didn't go all out with that vortex, you wouldn't have stepped out of the line."

"Then what'd you expect me to do?" Tatsumaki hissed. "Not use my greatest technique?"

"Yes."

"It's called greatest technique for a reason!" the green haired teen argued. "I'm supposed to use it!"

"Not when you have zero control over its strength and trajectory. It's useless."

Hitoshi watched with mild amusement as Fumei tried to get it into Tatsumaki's thick skull that the latter's supposed 'final technique' is ineffective at his current skill level and should therefore be thrown in the trash and forgotten.

Tatsumaki obviously did not let it slide and defended the logic behind it. Fumei turned red around the ears trying earnestly to remind him that even Awaseru-sensei had the same opinion regarding the matter. Scratch that. It's a completely useless power-move that needed to be corrected if Tatsumaki wanted to improve.

Koharu shake his head in disbelief and apologized for the stubbornness of his best mate. Hitoshi didn't really have anything to say in the matter, because as far as he's concerned, Awaseru-sensei hasn't been off the mark with his quirk yet.

He's only heard a portion of what Sensei wrote in that black notebook of his, but so far, it coincides with what Hitoshi thought he needed to work on. Tatsumaki was just too prideful to admit that his "special technique" is less of a technique and more a cool-but-useless move.

Fifth period started and Hitoshi was reminded that not only was he supposed to think about preparing for the sports festival, but also juggle his resources and energy at being a general studies student. The dragging, almost boring lecture, reminded him that it was the hero classes that mostly got the interesting and action packed lectures. Not this slow torture of a class.

Hitoshi scanned around the faces of his peers and noted that majority of the hero aspirants had either fallen asleep behind their books or is trying their hardest to not doze off. After about an hour long sports class that tested the limits of their quirk, Hitoshi isn't all that surprised that they all wanted to at least get five minutes of shut eye.

Hitoshi yawned as he tapped his pen absentmindedly on his notes. Just thinking about it made him want to close his eyes for a bit too.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a ringing phone. The teacher jumped at the vibration her phone was making through her suit and looked over the caller I.D. She looked confused for a moment. "I apologize class, but I may need to take this. Katagiri, if you could please continue writing this on the board, thank you. I will only be a minute," she excused herself and stepped aside. "Hello?"

Katagiri tried her best to keep everyone's boisterous energy at a down low as to not disrupt Sensei's emergency phone call. However, quite a number of them ignored her instructions and kept on chatting amongst themselves.

"Someone's in trouble~" Nagai hummed from his seat as he glanced over to Hadesu who's fiery head had turned pink at the absorbed insinuation.

He leaned forward and hissed towards the 80s looking horned kid, "They can't prove anything."

"Prove what?" Tatsumaki joined in curiously, and Hadesu jumped on his seat in surprise. His fiery head spouting out another pink flame as he shook his hands frantically in front of him.

"NOTHING!"

"Don't let Hadesu's jittery act fool you, this bastard's so hardcore he managed to convince me he's a saint," Nagai joked as he shared to Tatsumaki something he and Nagai did over the break in one of the hero classes' locker rooms.

"Shut up, Nagai!"

Hitoshi didn't bother to hear the rest of it, and instead turned to Fumei. He was reading a piece of paper with three different handwritings, in either black or blue ink, that Fukuro handed over to him.

He couldn't read what most of it says before Fumei wrote down a reply on the back and passed it to the front. Hitoshi watched as the class silently passed the piece of paper under the teacher's supervising eye, and into Okami's hand.

Okami, Koharu and Nusumi all crowded over the paper and let out a small cheer. They exchanged claps and sent Fumei a small thumbs up. The blonde then tapped Tatsumaki on the shoulder and asked him, "You game this Saturday?"

"Hm?" Tatsumaki hummed as he kept his attention on Nagai, who had now accompanied his story with a drawing on the back of his Kanji notes. "Oh yeah, sure. Text me the place."

Hitoshi would've asked what was going on, but Fumei was already looking at him with a knowing smile. Oh. He knew he was interested. "Training session this Saturday, you cool?"

"Are we even allowed to train without supervision?"

"What Sensei doesn't know, won't hurt him," Fumei argued nonchalantly. "Sides, if you don't want to go that's fine. Gives me more time to focus on those that need it more."

Hitoshi frowned. What did he mean by, need more?

"FUMEI –" Okami suddenly shouted from her seat, only to be interrupted by a very pissed off warning from the teacher.

"MISS OKAMI, SIT DOWN!"

They've only met this teacher twice this week, but she didn't seem to be one with a short fuse. Hearing her shout with such weight, effectively shut all small discussions. They all settled in their seats and watched the teacher's face morph in horror at what she's hearing from the other end.

"Was anyone hurt?" she cried worriedly to her phone. "Oh, heavens. Okay. I'll take care of things here. Keep me informed."

She drops the call and spends the next few minutes trying to calm herself down and break the bad news to the class. "It would seem something terrible has happened," she dreadfully said. "I don't have all the details but an attack has happened in one of the school training facilities. One of the hero classes and teachers were present at the facility. It was a planned attack and the staff has dealt with it accordingly. The school is being evacuated. Sir Giro is on his way to collect and dismiss you all in an orderly manner."

Hitoshi felt his heart sink into the floor. Villains attacking Yuuei so early in the semester? It was bold, and practically unheard of. The first attempt of supposed villains infiltrating the school just happened yesterday, now there's this. What was happening to Yuuei?

Awaseru-sensei swiftly enters the classroom a few moments later, his face as grim and menacing as they have ever seen him in. He isn't even holding on to his dear black notebook.

"I hate to be the bringer of bad news," he began sullenly. "The USJ facility was attacked this afternoon by a large group of villains. Most of the school's licensed heroes are on site and processing the captured villains. As of this moment, the situation is being contained. There is no word yet on who did this or if the head villain has been apprehended. As a provided caution over everyone's safety, we will be waiting until we have more heroes on campus before sending you home."

"What class was attacked?!" Kimura shot up from his seat, hands firmly planted on his table. He had turned deadly pale. Hitoshi wondered if he knew anyone in the hero classes. "Was anyone hurt?"

"It was 1-A, the other hero class was scheduled to be there tomorrow."

Kimura let out a loud sigh of relief and dropped back down to his seat. Makito placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They're not going to continue the other class' drill tomorrow are they?"

"Of course not, Kimura," Awaseru-sensei assured him. "From what I heard, the only confirmed injuries are the pros who were there during the incident. They were injured severely enough to require care in a hospital." Sensei pauses, "as I said, we don't know a lot right now but it seems there were minor injuries among the students too."

"Should – should we do something?" Shirogane asked, worried from her seat.

"No," Sensei says forcefully. "I know that some of you want to help out the best you can, but you are still students. It is our job to protect you at all times. I understand this is very distressing for all of you but I need you to conduct yourself in a manner befitting Yuuei students. We're waiting for the heroes to come back and give us the all clear, then we'll be letting you go. All of you will go straight home and stay there. Please walk in pairs if you can."

"What about tomorrow? Will there be class?" Katagiri asks.

"There's no official word yet but I would assume that is," – Nagai made a small cheer of joy and Tatsumaki hit his head. While some of them were excited with the prospect of suspension tomorrow, it did not sit well with them that it is at the expense of fellow students. "The school is facing trying times, so it's more important now more than ever, that we stay strong as an institution. Japan needs to see Yuuei as a symbol of strength and resilience regardless of the trials we face. It's up to all of you to represent the values of this institution."

"Even if we're not heroes?" Tenmei voiced out.

"Even more so," Sensei said earnestly. "Yuuei is a bulwark of excellence, peace, and most of all courage. We must not put all the burden of this school's image on the young students of the hero course. They're going through enough as it is."

Awaseru-sensei checks his phone then waved his hand about to gather them. "Alright, grab your things and line up quietly. We may run into some of the pros and hero students but please be at your best behavior. The best thing you can offer them right now is comfort and peace."

The walk through the hallways is silent and painfully tense. A couple of the other classes are making their own precessions just as sullen and silent. Hitoshi has never imagined the inner walls of Yuuei to be this quiet. However, outside was much worse.

There were police and heroes everywhere. Hitoshi can't keep track of them all as they hustled back and forth, dragging off villains into trucks and investigating the grounds. From about four of five students away, Hitoshi saw Nagai pull out his phone and started snapping pictures. Tatsumaki slapped him hard behind his head again, which caused him cry out loud.

A couple of police officers turned their heads at the sound of distress, and both 1-C students jumped in attention as they walked with the rest of the students out of the school grounds. Nagai's phone rang suddenly and he stayed hunched over to answer the call.

Above them, Hitoshi heard a couple of helicopters circling the premises. He really hoped his father wasn't watching this on television, or else he'd go into another fit about him being safe from harm.

Classes were cancelled the following day.

They were advised to remain in the safety of their homes and keep out of the schools premises until the controversy of the attack dies down. No one really had a problem with that and did as asked. That is… save for a few of them.

Hitoshi followed the map marker on his phone and searched the unfamiliar streets for an exit towards the riverbank. Given their rather free day on the first week of school, Okami suggested to move their Saturday training today. Hitoshi thought it was a bad idea and would rather spend a silent, peaceful day locked in his room.

He was out voted from 5 to 1, and thus had no choice but to go.

They told him he didn't have to, but he'll be damned if he let the others get a jump on him during training. He's fairly sure none of them have received or done any formal training, so two hours focused on strengthening their supposed weaknesses would certainly provide results. Regardless of how small.

Hitoshi found them huddled near the riverside already beginning stretches that Nusumi led.

"Aw man, why'd you have to be here?" Tatsumaki moaned painfully as he tried to mimic Nusumi's impossibly perfect wide legged standing forward fold.

"We agreed to practice," Hitoshi reminded him as he dropped his bag to the side and joined their little circle.

"Yeah, but –" Tatsumaki groaned again as he stretched backwards, "– now I owe Okami a thousand Yen. So, thanks for that."

"You're welcome." He didn't even feel sorry that Tatsumaki lost that much money over his own attendance.

As the minutes went by, Hitoshi could feel himself on the verge of tears as Nusumi scolded his lousy form during reach and twist stretches. Everyone collectively agreed never to have Nusumi lead warm-ups again as she took on another impossibly flexible pose. Yoga was fun and soothing, especially while they're surrounded by nature like the wind on their skin and the calming sounds of water to their left, but never again.

Never again with Nusumi.

Fumei arrived not long after they finished. He was busy reading through a pile of color coded notebooks on hand to actually help Kureito, who Hitoshi did not expect to be joining them today, dragging behind a wagon behind him. It was covered in black tarpaulin so they had little to no idea what was underneath.

"Wow, you guys look great," the blonde complimented them as he took in their sweating forms.

"You're late," Hitoshi reminded him. "For an hour."

"I'm not late, you guys are just early." He handed out the notebooks on his hand, and let them skin through it.

Hitoshi received a black notebook with an indigo label on the upper middle with his name on it. 'Hero Progress Report' was written in English in bold black ink. He flipped through the pages and torturously tried to get around the messy handwriting. The notes were fortunately color coded too, so even if the handwriting needed some time to decipher, he was able to make out where he needed improvement on.

Quirk activated through verbal responses. Brainwashing can be easily countered through unresponsiveness and physical harm.

Hitoshi already knew about that one. His quirk is easily seen as too powerful by many because of the obscure way he activates it, but if they really tried to understand his brainwashing quirk instead of being afraid of it; they'd understand that all they had to do is shut their mouths. Once they figure that out, it would be fairly easy to defeat him.

Quirk has no physical manifestations. Consider improving close combat abilities to compensate– Hitoshi has no inquiries about that. He'd been meaning to ask for additional training regarding that area. Akusa was the only close ranged combatant he can think of, but the former didn't join them in training today.

He hardly thinks Akusa will ever join any training session they have. It may also not be so wise to Akusa for help after watching him almost beat Fumei to death in their match. With his experience, he might only bore Akusa, or end up worse than Fumei. He's not as intuitive as they are when it comes to close combat.

Distance required to activate and maintain influence, unknown. Could prove difficult to activate in wide spaces. External noise can also be a problem.

Hitoshi narrowed his eye on this note. He never actually thought about the distance his quirk required to brainwash someone. All he knows is that as long as people can hear him, and they respond, then it's over. However, he never thought about the actual distance required that would allow him to keep his control over someone.

Brainwashing quirk doesn't appear to allow for logical thought. Further evaluate.

This one's new. Ever since he got his quirk, he never actually thought of making people think or do anything other than physical movement with it. Perhaps he should try experimenting on that soon.

"I passed by Sensei's house to grab these because someone apparently told him we were planning a training day –" he looked at Nusumi who avoided his gaze and whistled innocently. "He can't be here, but he told me everything he had in mind. That's why he's here."

Kureito gave them a lazy wave. "I'm the assistant of the assistant coach. I'm finally doing something with my life, I'm actually a little proud."

Koharu flipped through the notes on his notebook and frowned at the messy handwriting and half-assed illustrations. "Sensei wrote this?"

"It's the best he can do," Fumei said apologetically, "or so he says. Don't worry though, I read through them and I think I got everything down."

"You read all this?" Hitoshi asked a little impressed.

"Yep!" Fumei popped his lips and crossed his arms proudly. "I practically know all your quirks like the back of my hand."

"I don't know how I feel about that," Okami said cautiously as she scanned through Sensei's notes on her quirk, Wolf.

"Me neither," Tatsumaki grumbled. "You're supposed to be the one we beat. How do we do that if you know our quirks weaknesses?"

"You're just going to have to suck it up and learn to outsmart me," Fumei huffed. Hitoshi hasn't even finished reading up on what Sensei had in mind for that support equipment he mentioned in passing when Fumei passed by and took his.

"Let's start with you, Tatsu," the blonde started, and everyone's focus was on the green haired boy.

"Me, why?"

"Because you didn't believe me when I said your super move is stupid and that Sensei agrees," he flipped Tatsumaki's notebook and pointed at the note that explains his point. "You're working on practice power allocation today."

Fumei stood right beside Tatsumaki and raised his dominant hand in front of him. "Focus all the power on your wrist and palm," he instructed. "I want you to create a vortex, just with your hands."

"You make it sound so easy –"

"Now, Tatsu," the blonde insisted, and Tatsumaki was left to grumble at his fate.

The green haired boy's arms began to shake, air forming in a circle around his shoulders, but not too much to appear like something he created in his spar with Okami. Fumei narrowed his eyes at his poor attempt at focusing his quirk on just that one part of his body and hit Tatsumaki's arm with a thin metal tool.

"OW!" Tatsumaki cried and held his left hand close to chest. "Where did you – is that a ruler!?"

"You're not focused. I said your hand, not your entire arm. Again."

Tatsumaki cursed under his breath and assumed the same position with his left arm raised before him. He concentrated and he kept his arm as steady as possible. He experimentally rotated his hands to form a small vortex. When a faint green colored swirl appeared around his wrists, Tatsumaki celebrated prematurely and unconsciously raised the small vortex's power to eleven and shot himself backwards.

Okami jumped and stepped out of the way, as the poor lad landed on his back.

"Good!" Fumei beamed, then quickly went to business. "Keep doing that. Your goal today is to be able to shoot short bursts of wind through your wrist. Left and right. If you want to keep yourself from flying too much, I suggest learning to control that wind strength."

Tatsumaki groaned again as he sat upright and huffed in protest. Fumei didn't seem interested in him anymore and moved over to Okami who stiffened at the mention of her name.

Kureito walked over to Tatsumaki and shoved a deflated sitting penguin balloon on his hand. "Here's your target, Sir. Try not to break it. I paid a good 200 Yen for that."

"You've read yours haven't you?" Fumei started as he stood beside Okami.

"Uhm…" Okami stuttered. "Yes?"

"Your weakness is stamina, so we'll be building up on that," Fumei stated as though it was common knowledge. "Sensei says the best approach for you right now is not to improve your stamina, but mastering the amount of transformations you can make in your current limit."

"Multiple transformations…?" Okami echoed in thought. "I can already do that! What Sensei probably meant is keeping a large wolf form for longer than five minutes!"

"No, not really," Fumei deadpanned. "Three consecutive shifts from animal to human, with each transformation lasting two minutes each."

Okami's voice cracked as she tried to protest over the grueling task. She's never done that much transformations in ten minutes. The last time she's tried to extend her limit for transformation, she retained paws for hands for two hours. It was so hard to do anything without opposable thumbs.

"You'll be running a course around the riverbank," Fumei instructed as Kureito pulled out five hurdles, six orange cones, and three rubber tires.

Hitoshi watched with heavy concern as the pink haired teen heaved all the stuff around the riverbank with great effort. Was all of these Sensei's ideas?

"Where are you getting all this stuff?" Nusumi asked as Kureito rolled one of the tires beside her.

"No idea," he answered her truthfully. "Sensei just told us to drag this from his garage."

Nusumi raised her eyebrow suspiciously at the hidden remains of the wagon, as Fumei turned to her this time. The blonde only handed her a hula-hoop and a really ugly looking Teddy Bear.

"Precision practice?" she asked meekly. Fumei nodded.

"Precision practice. Stay far away from everyone," he yelled as Nusumi waved her hand dismissively at him as though she already understood what she needed to do. "And point that quirk where there's no people!"

Koharu walked to Fumei on his own and took out the gloves on his hands. "The notes said the same thing you did," he mumbled softly. "I'm going to practice creating bigger portals with my hands and feet."

Fumei's smile softened when he turned to Koharu and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You got it, dude. But also, I want you to try and get the energy back after you release them, without wasting cool down."

Koharu frowned, understanding it clearly but the same time not.

"Imagine a yoyo," Fumei explained. "You throw it down so it spins, right? But it doesn't keep spinning unless you pull it back and throw it again."

Koharu gaped as the picture of what Fumei was trying to paint became clearer. "Yeah, sure I'll get to it. Do I… uh – have equipment to practice on?"

Kureito strung an arm around the smaller male. "I'm your equipment. You're supposed to make bigger portals, so just uh… try not to trap me far away or something."

Koharu bit his lip, a little worried about creating that exact mistake before inhaling deeply. He slapped both hands to his face and frowned zealously. "Alright, let's do this."

Hitoshi looked around him, watching the bank around with great interest. Everyone had started doing their respective drills and felt a little amazed by how fast they were catching on their trainings. They had a long way to go, but at least they were starting with something.

"And lastly," Fumei stepped beside him with a scheming eyes. "Shinsou, you're with me."

"And what exactly will we be doing?"

"You tell me," the blonde threw the question back at him. "Unlike everyone else, I think you know perfectly well what you need to work on."

Fumei dragged a training mat from inside the wagon, and Hitoshi scoffed. "Combat training."

"Bingo!" he laid out the mat with Hitoshi's help then stepped inside with just his socks on.

Fumei started stretching his arms in front of him and Hitoshi awkwardly raised and lowered his arms, unsure of what to do with them. Fumei hasn't really given him any instructions. Before he knows it, Fumei was on him with fists up.

Hitoshi was sent stumbling back in surprise and fell outside the mat.

The blonde laughed at him before gesturing for him to stand up. "Again."

Hitoshi growled and pushed himself to his feet. "You didn't even tell me what I should do."

"You want me to tell you? What to do," Fumei reiterated as though he heard it wrong.

"You're the experienced fighter," Hitoshi said. "And you've read through Sensei's notes, probably understands them better than we do. So yeah, you tell me what to do."

"Alright then," Fumei shrugged his shoulders. Without missing a beat, he was back to punching his opponent.

Hitoshi raised his arms protectively over his face to block them. When Fumei slowed, he tried to punch back but left himself too open and suddenly found himself being flipped over. He flopped down on the mat in a loud thud. Hitoshi grimaced at the pain as he bent over.

Fumei walked around him, grinning like the madman that he is. Hitoshi swiped at his feet just to get back at him, but the former easily avoided it.

"Fucking show off," the indigo haired teen snarled as he got up. "At least teach me to block first."

"And then what?" Fumei started. "Teach you how to hold off long enough before you lose? No, I don't think so."

Hitoshi clicked his tongue in frustration when Fumei gestured for him to run for him. He let his pent-up aggression act for him and absolutely forgot that Fumei was the better fighter here. He swung wildly again and feels Fumei plant a heavy hand on his chest. Hitoshi falls hard on the ground.

"You can do better than that, Toshi," Fumei chided, using that dastardly nickname of his and adding more fuel to the fire. "I thought you want to be a hero? Try harder."

Hitoshi pushed himself off the ground then repeated multiple attempts to deck Fumei hard on the face. The blonde only dodged and pushed his arm away from him without effort, hardly fighting back and letting Hitoshi push him to the edge. When they got close enough, Fumei swiped his leg underneath Hitoshi and pinned him down to his back.

Hitoshi hissed when Fumei pressed the back of his hand deeper unto his spine. "Harder, Toshi," the blonde whispered to his ear. "Seeing you like this makes me want to cry."

"I'd stand a chance if you taught me how to," he gritted through pained whimpers.

"Yeah, not happening." He pulled Hitoshi's arm further back and the hero aspirant tapped the floor mat desperately.

Hitoshi rubbed his wrists and thought about how best to proceed. Fumei was the better fighter. He hasn't even used his quirk to aid with blocking Hitoshi's poorly planned attacks. He's barely put in the bare minimum in this fight compared to when he was fighting Akusa.

Hitoshi knew that Fumei was playing the part to be challenging enough for him but not too much that he'd leave him too frustrated to try and find a way around the problem. Still, it didn't mean Fumei's battle cocky attitude frustrated him less.

"What? Had enough already?"

Fumei's being excessively chatty today. Hitoshi can't say he liked it. "Hardly."

"Good. Then stand up and –"

Hitoshi charged forward as he caught Fumei under his quirk and tackled the latter out of the training mat. Fumei hit his head on the floor and escaped Hitoshi's brainwashing. They exchanged looks for a while and Fumei looked confused with their sudden compromising position.

"Oh, you did it," the blonde blinked. "Great. Now we can start for real." Fumei kneed him on the chest and Hitoshi rolled to his side.

"First lesson! Always find a way to get your opponent to lower their guard."

Hitoshi saw something spark from above him and immediately rolled to stand before Fumei. There was something in the latter's eye that told him he was done going easy.

"Second, never give them a breather." Fumei darted forward and swung a fist towards Hitoshi, who dodged it in a panic. "Keep pushing. Make them desperate."

Hitoshi grappled with Fumei's open arm and attempted to throw him over his shoulder. The lack of proper form and strength, simply sent both of them stumbling down; save for Fumei who caught himself with a plate of light and kicked off it to send Hitoshi flying back down to the mat.

"Third, don't overestimate what you can do. Stick to what you know and be resourceful with it."

"Stop!" Hitoshi cried. "You're not actually teaching me anything. You're just kicking me around and telling me what to do!"

"Okay, let's try again," Fumei sighed. "Keep in mind what I just said and hit me. I swear I won't block."

Hitoshi watched Fumei carefully, and moved. He swung an arm over Fumei, who avoided it on instinct.

"You said you wouldn't dodge."

Fumei laughed as he pushed Hitoshi's arm away. "Why would you even believe anything I sa–"

Hitoshi grinned as he reminded himself of the first two points. He decked Fumei hard on the face and quickly kicked him over to his stomach. He locked Fumei's arms behind him and applied pressure on the latter's palm.

Fumei whimpered as the pain snapped him out of his brainwashing.

"Lesson three, don't get cocky," Hitoshi reiterated as the blonde squirmed underneath him and admitted defeat. As Hitoshi moved, he caught a glimpse of multiple burn marks under the latter's shirt. He wondered what they could be doing there but decided not to pry.

"And you accuse me of not teaching you anything," Fumei chuckled as he lied back down unto the mat.

"You gave me tips," Hitoshi argued. "None of those would win me the festival."

"You can't win the festival," Fumei said bluntly.

Hitoshi glowered at him. "What did you just say?"

"None of you can win the festival," the blonde reiterated. "Everyone is still too weak, and 1-A just showed the entire school they can defeat real villains, even without proper training. Defeating them is impossible." He turned to Hitoshi with a neutral but determined look on his face, "I can get all five of you noticed, but once I do that, everything is up to the heroes. I can still train you, but the decision is theirs. If they think you're worth the gamble, they'll take, if not… then that's all I can do."

"I'm not used to you being such a downer," Hitoshi groaned, unfamiliar with this pessimism Fumei is showing right now. "Go back to being the asshole and tell us what we need to do to get to the top."

"You've got a brainwashing quirk," the blonde began. "It will get you noticed even if you didn't try half as hard as the others. The best heroes learn to use what they have, and make do. Learning how to fight with your fists is just a bonus, but you'll still lose."

"Then what do you suggest I do? Nothing?"

"Control them," Fumei suggested. "Use your quirk, no guilty feelings this time. The hero class will give it all they got, they'll be merciless enough to win. The festival is technically their time to show off and get noticed themselves. Why should you or anyone here hold back?"

Hitoshi frowned. He fully intends to use his quirk during the festival, but the extents of when and why he'll use it remained debatable. He wouldn't use it if it wasn't necessary, like always. But now, hearing Fumei's words, the blonde showed a valid point. The hero class wouldn't hold their punches, why should he?

"Come, on, let's try again." Fumei stood up as he prepared himself. "I want you to use your quirk on me before attacking, or while attacking, your call really. No mercy. If you want to be a hero, then you have to scream it. Make them look at you."

The day went on with Fumei helping him fix his form, and how to properly do body throws. Along the way, Hitoshi had gotten more at peace with incorporating his quirk in their practices – Control and subdue.

With it, they'll all look at him, and they'll realize how much they've lost by throwing him in general education instead of heroics.

A/N: One, alone is not enough. You need both together~ I did not realize I titled this chapter the same as that one Mulan song that's literally about training. I'm giddy. I would've put the song's pointers as the actual lessons, but that'd be pushing the Disney agenda haha.

Also! I'll be opening character slots again. 2 for General Class 1-D and another 2 and for Support Class 1-F. I can't guarantee bigger roles for these characters, but they'll be appearing in the sports festival, so have at it dear readers.