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Chapter 15: First Lesson Plan
OR
Making Mountains from Mole Hills

If you weren't strong enough, get stronger. If you aren't fast enough, get faster. If you aren't smart enough, get wiser. These are things that people say or do all the time without really thinking about it, but it was much harder than it seemed. On the physical side, limits such as time, age, and monetary resources limits what most can reasonably achieve in a span of time, much less maintaining. With studying, people learn facts and subjects at different speeds depending on overall necessity, enjoyment, or even just how they are taught.

By taking these factors into account, along with the people themselves, one can determine the most effective way to guide said people to the greatest possible success.
Izuku Midoriya knew most nothing about his students beyond the basics and a short stint of how they seemed to fight based on a not even five minute fight.

But even that time frame told him a lot, as well as give him some ideas that would work for both his new students and themselves. And, a week later, he was beginning to see those results.

The very basics had to be ground into these Adventurer's if any headway was to be made, and only three methods were shared amongst them all.

The first was the implementation of meal plans for the lot of them, which none of them had even heard about before this point. It wasn't tailor made for each of them compared to his own under All Might, but it was still a massive step in the right direction, with added proteins and calcium towards the boys who would be working to gain real muscle in the right areas, and the girls having a more carb balanced diet to help with both long-term stamina as well as seeing the effect of magic rate recovery. Something to do with the processing of nutrients as best Izuku could guess, until he was told otherwise.

The second shared strategy was the physical studying of local monsters, Classes and Skills, as well as possible uses or counters for such. This both helped create a combat mindset for them all, and allowed Izuku to get a better understanding of monsters a whole, and the thinking of an Adventurer towards them as a whole, as opposed to a Hero, even if they were inexperienced ones.

The last was more of a guess, but seemed to be having good results. Whenever one of his students was casting a Spell or trying out Skills, Izuku would use Spirit Drain in their area to either make sure no serious injuries came to anyone and to work as a sort of resistance training hopefully. It made sense to him, that if the body could learn to preform as is the norm under a limited setting, it would excel in standard ones.

And if it didn't it also kept expenses down. Which was another thing that had to be done. With things such as beds, food prep, and a small fee of 'rent', barely more than a single piece of equipment, his trainee's were at least required to take a Quest once every three days, assuming they wanted nothing else.

But even that was coming along nicely. Izuku had been getting more and more excited letters about how Megumin would bring in more than piles of ash claiming them to be fierce monsters, Vespa selling more herbs than usual, and even Andrew dazedly scrawling away at his novel while his body throbbed with each note. The letters got oddly specific at points, but it worked wonderfully as a little information system on when to pull back or go farther!

Chris and Sheer had also stroked up an unexpected friendship, with the Lumberjack and his Summon acting as distractions while the Thief snuck behind to shank anyone not bowled over with his swings. It was a promise many a monster, tree, or monstrous tree would fall to those two in time.

"We're Back, Bastard-Sensei!" Megumin chimed as she skipped into your office, reporting her 'rent' proudly.
Izuku merely twitched at the name. Out of all the things to change that week though, the name had to be the worst. Why even that? Was he really that bad?

They obviously needed more training.

END OF CHAPTER
An outliner chapter with a small time-skip, but hey! Next chapter, the world moves on.
Until Then.