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Chapter 6: make it up as we go (all the words we don't know)
Marinette yawned as she walked out of her building.
She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, her and Alya talking until it was far too late. She would have overslept, but she'd gotten much more diligent about actually waking up on time since moving to Japan.
She was planning on video-calling her parents after school, since the seven-hour time difference between Paris and Musutafu meant that they were almost certainly asleep.
She sure was lucky that she lived just outside the gates of U.A., because that meant she could realistically wake up fifteen minutes before school started and still make it on time. As she rounded the corner, however, her introspection was interrupted by the sight in front of her.
The front gate to U.A. was being swarmed by a mass of reporters, most of them clamoring for an interview with All Might or some other piece of information about the man (she heard one voice calling out with a request for what his hair smelled like, and that made her do a double take).
She stared dumbly at them, not sure how to get through them, and the thought of Alya complaining about these people put her out of her trance with a small chuckle.
Alya was probably already in class, having much better habits than Marinette, but had she been there with Marinette she would have likely been fuming at the thought of calling these people journalists or reporters— she could almost hear her saying "We have standards," in response to them.
She'd be sure to ask her for her thoughts on them during lunch.
She eventually decided that the only way through them was, well, through them. Marinette wasn't the most confrontational teenager out there, but she was certainly willing to push aside a few wannabe journalists to get to school.
As she got closer to the crowd, she looked over to the side and saw Midoriya-kun standing over to the side, looking absolutely stricken at the thought of going through so many people.
Knowing what to do to help, she made her way to him and tapped him lightly on the arm, not missing the way he jumped when she did so. She noted to herself to verbally make herself known next time, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
"Do you need some help getting through?" She asked gently.
He hesitated and gave an unsure nod.
"Then you better hold on tight!" She responded and grabbed on to his arm firmly, but not too tight. She marched forward, Midoriya-kun shadowing her closely, and forcefully waded into the crowd of people.
Their hold had reversed, with Midoriya-kun having a death grip on her arm, but she didn't mind all too much. It was all worth it in her mind.
She got singled out for questions a few times, and she assumed that her friend was too, but they both didn't acknowledge them and made their way through in good time.
A man with shaggy black hair, dark clothing (it was all black, which her brain did not appreciate thank you very much), and a scarf made out of weird material was at the gates, attempting to deal with the reporters by himself, which was admirable in a way.
He glanced at them before looking back to the reporters and saying gruffly, "Hurry up and get to your classes. All of the teachers know that there might be delays, Nedzu's working on it."
They didn't get any further explanation, and Midoriya-kun released his hold on her arm a few feet later.
"T-thank you for helping m-me, Marinette." He said while bowing in thanks.
"You're welcome!" She grinned at him forgetting to use the honorific. There were moments when he slipped and added it, but she was glad to see him loosening up around her and Alya. Now, to work on his stutter. "We better hurry up though, there's only a few minutes until class starts."
He nodded. "Right!"
All the while, they didn't notice the man watching them at a distance. He was shorter than any of their classmates, and had gray hair on the sides of his head. He wore a shirt that Marinette would have tried to burn had she seen it, and anyone who would have paid attention to him could have said that he was of Chinese descent.
Master Wang Fu narrowed his eyes as he watched them go inside. The boy he ignored. He was entirely the wrong type of person to even consider. He was too brittle, easily shattered by opposition, as seen in his reaction to the reporters.
The girl, though? The way she checked on him, and offered her aid in getting through? The way she assessed the situation and proceeded with utmost confidence?
He had to admit, she had potential.
He knew that something was about to change. He could sense it, like one might feel a thunderstorm coming even though there were no clouds.
This storm would be comparable to a hurricane.
He had to be careful, of course. There were powers in play that if they knew what he was planning, would do anything, no matter the cost, to intercept his plans.
That could not be allowed.
Marinette, he thought to himself. It sounded right. A foreigner, like he was. He resolved to return after the end of the school day, to see if she had what it took.
He hoped that she did, for everyone's sake.
They came into class just before the bell rang, over half of the students still coming in thanks to the commotion outside. Maijima-sensei was at his desk, face buried in his hands, as Hatsume-san caused her third explosion in as many days.
"Hatsume, I distinctly remember telling you on multiple occasions that working on gear is not allowed until next week," he reprimanded her. "If you can't follow the rules, then I will ensure that you will be the only one without access to the lab next week."
Hatsume-san was about to argue back, but at that last sentence she got the message and sat down, a mixture of fear at losing lab time and defiance for not being allowed to work on her gear in her eyes. Marinette winced, not looking forward to seeing what Hatsume would do next week.
She sat down next to Midoriya-kun, who was sketching something in that notebook of his. She took a look at it, recognition flickering in her gaze as she saw that it was Maijima-sensei's headgear. She looked up at the man, then said, "Hey, Midoriya-kun?" He looked up at her, and she pointed at a section near the helmet's 'eye'. "I think this piece needs to be tilted farther down."
The boy looked up at their teacher, comparing him to his sketch, and nodded as if realizing the same thing. He got back to work, rubbing his eraser over that portion, then flinched slightly as if realizing something and looked back up at Marinette. "Ah, t-thank you."
The bell rang, but Maijima-sensei didn't get up until about a minute later, to give any late students time to get to class. He sighed, likely still exasperated at Hatsume-san, and addressed the class. "Just a quick announcement before you begin your regular classes. We'll be working with the 3D printers this afternoon. We have many more printers than we have computers, so you all will only have about fifteen minutes to upload your design to your printer this afternoon. Please come prepared after lunch to either create your design quickly or upload it from a laptop. We'll be using your 3D printed parts in tomorrow's class, so please ensure that it is something you can use in your gear."
That set off a round of excited whispering from a few of the students, and Marinette hummed in thought. She'd never gotten to use a 3D printer before— though she had used CAD software while preparing for the entrance exams, so she had a little bit of experience. She wondered what Maijima-sensei meant for them to make.
Their teacher exited the classroom, and immediately afterward a new face came in. The pro hero Midnight strutted into the room, with half the boys and some of the girls looking deeply uncomfortable for multiple reasons.
"Who's ready to learn about history?" She grinned wolfishly.
"Oh no," she heard Izuku whisper. She happened to share that sentiment.
Having Midnight— or Kayama-sensei, as they were supposed to call her— was actually quite a good teacher. She was well-informed in her subject (along with graduating from U.A.'s hero course, she apparently had degrees in teaching, like most of U.A.'s staff, and in art history, which was something of a surprise to Marinette) and was certainly engaging, even if her choice of clothing and demeanor was not entirely appropriate for a school setting.
Regardless, her class was at the very least much more interesting than Cementoss's (rather, Ishiyama-sensei's), who made Modern Japanese Literature one of the driest she'd ever been in.
At least he tried, but there was no saving that class.
They got to the lunch line at the same time as Alya, and they listened to her disparaging tirade on that morning's crowd. Midoriya-kun was listening with rapt attention, briefly describing their own experience with the supposed journalists, which made Marinette smile out of pride for the boy.
She'd only known him for about two and a half days now, but he'd really grown on Marinette and her friends, and she was astonished at how much he had come out of his shell since first meeting them.
He was still shy, and tended to prefer not to speak in their discussions, but over the last two days he'd become much more open to talking about himself and sharing his opinions, which was a huge improvement over the first lunch they had together.
She could still remember the way he timidly approached her that first day at U.A., almost as if it were yesterday (in fact, it was two days ago).
She wasn't sure why she was being so sentimental, but perhaps it was just that kind of day.
It seemed that just about everyone they overheard in the cafeteria was gossiping about either the reporters or All Might. She thought that as such a prestigious and high-caliber school the students would have some more variety in their discussion, but it looked like U.A. was more like a regular high school than its teachers and alumni wanted to admit.
Adrien joined their table a scant few minutes before Nino did, a first for the two. Nino told them about how class 1-A voted on class representatives that morning, and she saw Izuku frown out of the corner of her eye.
"That's strange. If you g-guys voted, then why didn't Maijima-sensei have us vote this morning?" He questioned.
"He'll probably have us do it after lunch, before we start our regular class. Now that I mention it, though," she turned to address everyone. "Maijima-sensei is having us do some 3D printing and wants us to come prepared with what design we want printed, which is supposed to be used in some sort of gear in tomorrow's class. Do you guys have any ideas?"
Nino scratched his head. "Man, I don't know. I'm not the best with this stuff. Midoriya-kun, what are you planning?"
He shrugged. "Something simple. Maybe the c-claws to a grappling hook or something like that."
Marinette swore she could hear Nino mutter to Adrien "He calls that simple?" with an impressive amount of indignation, though Nino would deny it later.
She leaned back with a tired sigh, resting her head on Alya's shoulder like the pillar of emotional support she was. "I'm sure I'll think of something. Maybe. Hopefully."
Suddenly, an ear-piercing siren played throughout the cafeteria, loud enough that Midoriya-kun quickly covered his ears after the initial shock wore off. A stiff, female voice was playing a message that Marinette quickly confirmed to be on loop:
"Attention: Security Level Three has been breached. Evacuate immediately to your designated areas."
Adrien's mouth was slightly open in shock. "That means that someone infiltrated the building! We need to run, guys!"
"Right!" Marinette agreed, then stood up and made sure that Midoriya-kun was with her before leaving with the rest of the student body. They had barely made it out of the lunchroom into the incredibly overcrowded hallways when a tall kid with engines on his calves awkwardly floated up to the ceiling.
"Attention, U.A. students! If you look out the windows, you will see that it was only the press! Please, make your way to your classrooms in an orderly fashion! We are U.A. students, so we should act like it!"
He pushed himself off the ceiling and dove back into the crowd, having effectively calmed down the stampede of students. Marinette nodded appreciatively at his actions, because they made this entire evacuation much less of a problem.
She checked over shoulder to see Midoriya-kun sticking close to her, nervously glancing left and right at the people surrounding him. "Right!" She exclaimed. "Let's get out of here!"
Meanwhile, a young man was just leaving the grounds of U.A. with his prize. A folded up schedule for every hero class was tucked away in his pocket, the whole reason he was even there today.
The gate did its job as a decoy, while he was able to focus on the main quest line. With the new knowledge in his inventory, the final boss battle was in sight.
The man grinned. It was an unsightly thing, his lips cracked and dry, being painful to look at. They twisted into what he probably thought resembled a smile, but was actually more akin to a hyena's sinister leer.
A portal was already waiting for him when he scaled the wall, which was relatively easy to do from the inside. He walked through, confident in his success.
When the familiar bar appeared and he observed the already-turned-on television, his smile only widened. "Sensei. I have completed your fetch quest! All Might will be away from the main campus with the first years tomorrow morning!"
His Sensei waited a moment before acknowledging his success, saying "Well done, Shigaraki Tomura, but there is still more to prepare. Have you your allies?"
He nodded eagerly. "Yes, Sensei! I recruited a large group, ready to strike at any moment."
"And you know your secondary objective?"
Tomura's expression soured for a brief moment as he hesitated with his answer. "...Yes, Sensei."
"You must understand, Shigaraki Tomura. Although it is secondary to killing All Might, it is still of vital importance that you make your transformation as visible as possible. Have you spoken to Plagg?"
"Little bastard wouldn't tell me too much," he grumbled, "but I know enough to finish the quest."
"Then there is nothing to worry about. Remember, power is everything— and the ring shall grant you powers beyond your wildest fantasies."
I still don't get how this is going to do anything, he thought irritatedly, though of course he said nothing. It would do no good to antagonize Sensei, not before his first mission as a party leader.
All Might would die tomorrow, he would make certain.
After the fiasco during lunch, Marinette was just ready to have a relaxing afternoon in her classes, with nothing unexpected happening for the rest of the day. And so far, things were good! Great, even. Maijima-sensei had essentially told them that he didn't care who the class representative was or how they were chosen, only that they should do it quickly. Marinette didn't really know anyone in her class too well, other than Izuku, and she was fairly sure that he didn't want to deal with the responsibilities of being class rep. She scanned the room and decided to vote for a girl that she'd worked with in her first day's design class.
The votes totalled out to make the girl who Marinette voted for, Muranaka Kaede, became the deputy, while the kid who introduced himself as Takei Hotaru on the first day with the glowing hair quirk became the representative, with 4 votes to his name.
The class that followed was more interesting than she expected. Thanks to U.A.'s lack of budget restrictions, the support labs had a truly impressive array of 3D printers and materials for whatever they required. The third-year students even had access to pure titanium filament, for those who were going into fields where they'd be making prosthetics or implants for use in both the medical and the heroics industry.
She'd never even considered that, and judging by the way Midoriya-kun was scribbling away in his notebook at lightspeed, he was learning some new facts as well.
He'd been one of the first to send his design to the printer queue, which would get printed overnight along with everyone else's parts, and they would have in-class time tomorrow to incorporate their pieces into some sort of gear.
She had to admit, it was an interesting exercise. While it wasn't anything too difficult or strange, it was likely the first time that many of her classmates (herself included) had access to a 3D printer with such a wide range of materials. Though designing prosthetics probably wouldn't be something she would ever pursue seriously, it was incredible that U.A. had the facilities to teach the concepts needed for that career available to high schoolers.
On that note, their class was almost over, and she'd been drifting away for the latter half of it. Whoops. Hopefully it wasn't anything too important— if anything, maybe Midoriya-kun would be amenable to sharing his notes.
Hopefully.
Before they split up to go to their respective classes, she grabbed his attention and said, "Hey, Midoriya-kun, don't wait up for me after school! I have some stuff to do which will probably take until the evening. Adrien will also be busy, but Alya and Nino will probably be free if you want something to do."
He nodded his affirmation, hugging his notebook close to his chest and running off to class.
Luckily, she only had to go one room over, to support lab 1-G. Her design class was taught by a woman in her thirties known to them as Matsuura-sensei. She wasn't a pro hero, which was seemingly out of the ordinary for U.A. staff, but she was still a licensed support technician who used to work for Best Jeanist's own support studio before accepting a position as a support teacher at U.A..
Her quirk was a bit weird and had some odd requirements, but what it amounted to was a quirk that let her draw anything exactly how she wanted to— in the sense that if she had an image in her mind of something she wanted to draw, she could draw it exactly as she saw it, whether that be an incredibly realistic sketch of a person or a design to go into production for a costume.
At any rate, it meant she was incredibly good at putting her designs down on paper, which made her a very prolific designer. Since she worked for Best Jeanist, she'd also created a few designs for the hero's own fashion line, and Marinette had actually seen some of her designs before when she showed them off while introducing herself.
It gave her a healthy level of respect for her teacher, since she could actually see the tangible results of her work in a way that she usually didn't get to see. Their first class together didn't go over anything she didn't already know, but it was definitely a good overview and put the rest of the year into perspective for her.
After finishing up with school, she rushed back to the apartment she was staying at to drop off her school things and change into some more formal clothing.
As she was heading there, however, she saw an elderly man trip and almost fall, but Marinette was close enough to catch him before he could land on the hard asphalt.
"Are you okay, sir?" She asked once he was steady on his feet and leaning against a wooden cane.
"I'm quite alright, and thank you for your help. It was very heroic of you to stop me like that." His eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled.
She rubbed the back of her neck bashfully, averting her eyes. "Ah, it's nothing, really! You just looked like you needed some help! Is there anything else I can do?"
His expression remained unchanged. "It's kind of you to offer, but I believe I can make my way around just fine. Besides, I would not wish to be an obstacle to wherever a fine student of U.A. High School was running off so intently."
"Of course, sir. Have a good day!" She ran into her apartment building, running up the stairs two at a time and unlocking the door instantly. She tossed her backpack next to a desk and changed into a blouse and a newer pair of jeans.
While she was doing that, she took the time to start a video call with her parents— something she hadn't had a chance to do since she came here.
The call was picked up almost immediately, and on her phone screen her parents showed up, still clearly in the bakery sometime in the morning.
"Marinette! Oh, how we've missed you!" Her mother exclaimed, smiling brightly at the camera.
Her father solemnly nodded in agreement. "The bakery hasn't been the same since you left."
She smiled back. "I'm sure it's not that different, Papa! Though, I am sorry that I can't be there to help you both with the macarons!"
His laughter boomed through the tinny phone speakers, making it vibrate with its intensity. "So tell us, wonderful daughter of mine, how are your studies in Japan?"
She giggled at his theatrics and earnestness, something she hadn't realized she missed so badly. "Everything is fantastic! My teachers are all very good— much better than anyone at Dupont— and being able to do actual classes in support engineering and general design has been life-changing."
"Now don't go growing up too fast, you hear?" That was her mom again, somewhere off screen. "Make sure you call us as much as you can, and do try and see if you could come visit over the summer break."
"I'll try, but I'm not sure something like that is an option. I'll try, though!"
"That's fine with us, mon ange. Now, tell me about your friends! Have you made any new ones? Actually, has anyone been giving you a hard time? Just say the word, and I'll make my way there by myself to give them a piece of my mind!"
"Papa!" She rolled her eyes. "Ne t'inquiète pas, nothing like that. In fact, I made friends with another quirkless student, so it's going great! I introduced him to the rest, and I think we're hitting it off quite well! There's also a kid that Nino brought from the hero course, but we only had lunch with him one time so far and I don't know him too well."
"Well, I'm glad that you're making friends! And I have to agree with your father— let us know if you have any problems, we're always here for you."
"Of course, Maman! I love you, have a good day!"
"We love you too, notre ange!"
With a short tone, they disconnected, and Marinette picked herself up off of the chair she sat in.
It wouldn't do well to be late for a meeting with M. Agreste, after all.
Fu watched as the girl ran into a building just down the sidewalk.
It seemed his instincts that morning were trustworthy. She was willing to help out a stranger, for no reason other than him needing help, and was willing to go even further beyond.
Strangely fitting for a student of U.A., he supposed.
She would make a good Ladybug holder— however, it was not yet the right time. It would do no good to let loose the Miraculous with no real reason.
No, he would watch and wait, as patient as the Turtle he gravitated towards. He rubbed his wrist, right where he wore the bracelet.
He would watch, and he would wait.
Meanwhile, Marinette was running to the current Japanese headquarters for Gabriel, where she would be meeting both the owner and his son in a scant two minutes.
Fortunately, it appeared as though she would not need to be explaining her inability to get anywhere on time, as she reached the front door with a minute to spare. She greeted the blindsided receptionist and rushed past them with a sense of intense urgency.
Ultimately deciding to take the stairs rather than the elevator, as it was only a few floors up, she stood waiting outside of M. Agreste's office ten seconds before 16:30.
Exactly on the half hour, the door was opened by some remote mechanism, which she took as a cue to enter. Inside, she found the older man sitting behind a desk, in front of which there were two chairs— one occupied by none other than Adrien Agreste.
She waved and said a small "Hello" to the boy before bowing to M. Agreste and greeting him more formally. He inclined his head in return, and gestured for her to take the other seat.
"Now that you're both here," he began in French, which was something of a relief to go back to using, "we may discuss exactly what I have planned for you two with the future of this company. But first… Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, has your teacher discussed internships with you yet?"
"Maijima-sensei mentioned it once, but didn't go into too much detail," she responded. "All he said was that support students had the opportunity to receive offers during the sports festival, but it was far from guaranteed."
He nodded. "That is correct. Likewise, your internship spot here is not guaranteed if you do not make a good showing at the sports festival. The way that I see it, you have two options to make a name for yourself— become the most visible person of the second round, even if you do not proceed to the third, or make a high placement in the third round by laying low during the second. Ideally, you will be able to accomplish both, but the goal is to make you popular with the crowds and desirable by the other companies. Should this happen, I will offer you an internship spot, which you will be obligated to take.
Marinette nodded in understanding. She supposed that it would be beneficial for the company to take on a high-profile support intern from U.A., which meant she would have to become that high-profile intern.
He shifted his focus. "Adrien, you will be interning with me over the same one week period."
The boy nodded in response, and his father continued. "Whatever fame our contest winner here manages to build up during the sports festival, you will be in charge of managing it. Until you graduate, you will be assisting in marketing by creating a sub-brand based around Mlle. Dupain-Cheng's designs. If both of you can manage this—" he addressed them both— "by the end of your time at U.A., and if you continue to impress me, a future for you at this company will be entirely possible."
"Yes, sir." "Yes, father." They said in unison, then glanced at each other and laughed it off.
"Excellent." He took off his glasses and made eye contact with her. "Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, you are hereby dismissed. You know your assignment, and I expect you to do well."
When he started to look at her, she looked away almost immediately— the pressure she felt was unimaginable. "D'accord, monsieur."
She left the office and immediately felt the pressure lesson, but she just figured that it was stress and didn't think about it any further.
She decided to call Alya and see what she was up to— maybe Midoriya-kun decided to join them. The phone rang for a few seconds before she picked up.
"Hey girl, I assume you're done with the meeting?" Her voice was a little muffled, but still good enough to be understood.
"Yep!" She stretched out the arm not holding the phone as she left the building, ignoring the annoyed look the receptionist gave her.
"Sweet! I'd invite you to join us at this arcade we found, but Nino and I just left."
"Mmm. Did Midoriya-kun join you guys? I told him that you would be free."
She heard the wind rustling, as if the phone was being shifted. "The Sprout? Sure did," Alya said, voice much clearer now. "He left about half an hour ago, said something about needing to help his mom with cooking."
"I'm glad! He really seems to be opening up, at least to us."
"He's actually not too bad at some of the games— though Nino destroyed him in DDR."
Marinette snorted. "Of course he did." She fumbled around with the key to her apartment, and when she had it she fell backwards onto her bed with a massive whump.
She let loose a mighty groan, one that caught Alya unaware and made her laugh in surprise. "I can't believe I still have to do a whole packet on English vocabulary, and that's not mentioning the Modern Literature homework that Ishiyama-sensei assigned."
"At least you have an excuse for not starting yet," Alya responded. "Nino and I, on the other hand, have been avoiding them on purpose and thus have no reasonable excuses."
"Well, you guys did it to yourselves."
"Unfortunately. I have no idea what I was thinking. Me from an hour ago should be ashamed of herself." She had a hard time stifling her chuckle.
"Well, when you guys get back, we can probably tackle the English homework together? I'm not sure when Adrien will be done, so we can start without him and fill him in later."
"Sounds good, girl! Don't start without me!" With a beep, the line went dead and Marinette stared at the ceiling for a few moments.
I guess I do have to get up now, huh. She thought to herself. The groan that she let out as she forced herself to get up packed in all of her feelings about having to be awake and do work.
Well, not like she was doing anything else. She cracked her neck and started to unpack her backpack.
Nino was saying something to Alya, and she tuned in and pretended that she hadn't zoned out at all.
"...and apparently, we're going on some sort of field trip tomorrow morning! Aizawa-sensei didn't tell us where we'd be going, but it has to be someplace awesome if U.A. takes its students there."
That sounded interesting, at any rate. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she hadn't been listening for the past five minutes, and pretended to have been paying attention for the entire time.
"That sounds fun for you all. Wait—" her brows crinkled in confusion. "In the morning? Don't you have your gen ed classes in the morning?"
He shrugged. "We do, but I guess we'll make those up later."
"Pfft. You hero students getting special privileges."
"We're U.A.'s favorite, the other classes just aren't as loved as we are."
"Ouch," Alya cringed in mock pain. "The truth hurts."
He shook his head. "Then you should have applied for the hero course! You could have become the pro hero Camera Girl!"
She shot him an incredulous glare. "Really? Camera Girl is the best you could come up with? Even I could do better than that. If I was a hero, I'd call myself… I don't know, like Picture-Perfect or something."
"Picture-Perfect?" He fired back. "What is that even supposed to mean? No offense, but I don't think I'd want to be rescued by a hero named Picture-Perfect."
"At least I'm not calling myself Bubbler."
"I'll have you know that Bubbler is a perfectly legitimate name that describes me as a hero perfectly. I'm bubbly, I make bubbles, and isn't that what's important?"
"The word Bubbler makes me think of a clown."
They glared at each other, breaking out into laughter when they couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Seriously," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "We should hurry up and get back. Marinette said that she'd help us with that English packet."
"Oh man, really?" He responded. "That's a relief. I was totally unprepared to do that on my own."
"Then we better hurry up so that she doesn't decide not to help us," she yelled as she started to run towards the apartments, Nino sprinting behind her after a few seconds.
End Notes:
Master Fu won't be waiting for long :)
Gabriel's quirk was hinted at, if you have any guesses be sure to comment with them! Next chapter will be some POVs that we haven't looked at yet— let's see if you guys can guess why 😉
That's about all I have for you guys, make sure to comment! They give me life. We're also almost at 700 hits and 50 kudos, which is absolutely wild? I'm in shock that this has that many hits.
Next chapter comes out 05/14!