The first of a Generation

Ch 5: The HPSC and Wind Style

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Journal Entry

Jutsu/Special Attack

"All Might Speaking"

the-lonely-night: She definitely would, but as Izuku currently is, I don't think he's itching for forbidden jutsu and the like.

santiagoabelcampos: Lo siento si no fue lo que esperabas, pero sigo yendo lento, así que disfruta del primer sabor.

Knight121198: "Power, UNLIMITED POWER!" Sheevee

Digitalreaper360: Maybe, but not a Hokage, all the hidden villages have long since been destroyed.

Guest Phoenix: Interesting thought process, I don't want to spoil anything, so I'm going to wait until a few chapters from now to revel the answer in a journal entry. Likely when Izuku is 8 or so.

Just a bored Highschooler: Me, writing a funny comment. You, the reviewer with a strait face, Ha Ha, comedy.

darkanomoly: Regardless of how the manga turns out, I'm going to keep on chugging along. Although I am going to take some characters and ideas form upcoming manga chapters. I can write a story; I just have trouble with original characters.

Hans50: Then read away.

SnowAssassin217: Thank you!

I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy writing two books. One of them is going to be a 20,000 word book about finical advise, wrapped up in a GenY and Z type humor. My dad wants me to call it something along the lines of 'Memoirs of a basement dwelling Gen Z gremlin.' I'll likely workshop it. The other book is an Isekai Novel. I know I'm very, very, very, late, but an Idea simply popped into my head and refused to leave. I'm calling it, 'A Politician's new world.' A high-ranking politician dies and appears in a new world. I'm still flushing out all the details, but I'm thinking a 50,000 word count would do. Anyway enjoy the chapter.

Wind Style is a difficult element to learn, let alone master. Without a pre-existing master to help you along, trial and error is really the only way to learn, unlike other elements where you can simply scale down the jutsu to a more manageable level. The best advice I can give at this moment is to simply imagine two forces rubbing and scraping against each other. It's considered the most effective way to explain wind style, especially to an inexperienced induvial.

Wind Style has many uses, the most common, to deflect and repel lightning style. Air is not electrically conductive, and it requires massive amount of power for natural lightning to occur. Theoretically a thick enough wind shield can even stop a lightning bolt from striking a pre-determined spot. Speculation of course but that's doesn't stop innovation and creation. Aside from obvious uses there are not so obvious techniques that do far more damage than the surface, like Naruto Uzumaki's Wind Style: Rasenshuriken. It was the first of it's kind with the ability to destroy chakra networks.

All Wind style ninjutsu typically use Tori as a pre-requisite. Weather it's a full hand sing or half sign it is necessary. The only time you can skip such an action is if you, in your own right, are a Master of Wind. And remember a master of Wind Style can overpower any fire style jutsu, save for ones cast by a Master of Fire.

"Wind Style: Air Pellets!" Izuku ran through the four hand signs, a little slow compared to experienced shinobi, and spit out four compressed blasts of air. Due to their small size, lack of surface area, and slower speeds, they didn't have all that much impact force. If they hit somebody, they had about the same feel as those pre-quirk nerf bullets.

It was Izuku's first wind style ninjutsu, and while it didn't have any combat potential, aside from irritation, it could be used to say, supplement a fire jutsu. Really it was the only jutsu Inko would allow him to learn unless they were in an open area. There was another jutsu that Izuku was eyeing but was forbidden until Inko could keep an eye on him, due to the likelihood of hurting himself.

Fire Style: Ember, was a High-class E-rank jutsu that sent sparks from one's fingertips. The most they could do was leave small burns, and while Inko was supportive of her child, she wasn't going to take a unnecessary risk, especially at his younger age and lack of experience with jutsu. After learning these two jutsu, mastering them and mastering walker walking, Izuku hoped to move on to D-Rank ninjutsu like, Fire Style: Miniature Fireball, and Wind Style: Air Bullet. Each of these jutsu send out a small sphere of its respective element from the casters mouth and were considered the weaker variants to the C-rank Fire Style: Fireball and Grand Fireball, as well as the B-Rank, Wind Style: Air Bullets, respectively.

Of course, Izuku knew that no matter how talented he was, he would simply have to wait a couple of years before his mother would trust him with Ninjutsu higher than D-rank. However, his, 'slightly' overprotective mother has told him that if he doesn't use it maliciously, he can learn C-rank Genjutsu.

"Wind Style: Air Pellets!" Izuku ran through the signs again slighter faster than last time. He took aim and shot at the stacked paper cups his mother had bought him for target practice. It was difficult, aiming for the highest cups without knowing the others over but it was a good way to practice and hone his aim. At least he was pre-occupied while his mom was out.

Inko held onto the bus pole as she watched her phone's map. She had never been to the HPSC Main branch before, and it was quite a ride away. Located in central Tokyo, it was a large building according to the images she looked up. Most government buildings tended to be on the large side, so Inko wasn't too surprised. Before she knew it, the bus called out her stop. After thanking the bus driver, she jumped off phone in hand, backpack strapped firmly.

The green haired woman looked around, noting the crowed area. She could see a few large chain stores, a McDonalds, and a couple of coffee shops. She noted that she was about 25 minutes early and that the office was only about three blocks away. She took one look at the coffee shops. 'Should I get a coffee? We may not be well off, but we are comfortable enough.' It took Inko a minute to decide before making up her mind, entering the less crowded coffee shop, coincidently the local shop rather than the Franchise.

Inko got in line and waited for the three in front of her to order. She was confident in what she wanted and a little boost of energy for the meeting was a nice bonus. "One small black coffee, two teaspoons of sugar, and a pint of 2 percent milk." The barista nodded writing the order down. "Anything else?" Inko shook her head. "Here or to go?" "To go please."

Inko sat down at one of the open chairs after paying for the coffee. She only needed to wait about three minutes before her name was called. She thanked the barista, left a small tip and exited the coffee shop, sipping on her cup.

She leisurely walked towards the main office for the HPSC and entered the large sliding glass door. There was a waiting room off to the right and two receptionists at the front. One of them was busy helping a middle-aged man, and the other was looking at her computer. The receptionist glanced up at Inko after a moment. "I can help you here Miss." Inko walked up to the desk. "Yes, I'm here for a meeting with Mera? My name is Inko Midoriya." The receptionist nodded as they glanced at their time sheet.

"You're a little early, but Mera-San will see you in about five minutes. If you want to take a seat, go right ahead." Inko nodded thanking them. Before she knew it, five minutes were up and Mera had called for her.

"Hello Ms. Midoriya. It's nice to meet you. I'm Yokumiru Mera." The sunken eyed man stood up to shake her hand, stumbling a bit. Inko noted his desk was covered in piles of papers, and a few disposable coffee cups were scattered around the small office. He noted the coffee she was holding herself. "Oh, you went there as well? They make great coffee, a little more expensive than the franchise but still worth it in my opinion."

The government worker gestured to the open chair as he took his seat behind the desk. Inko followed suit as she waited for him to gather the appropriate documents. "Alright, sorry about the mess, we're overworked and understaffed as you can plainly see. Kids these days would rather be heroes than government employees. Now, you are suing the Mustafa Public Schools system, specifically the Preschool and Elementary programs, correct?"

"Y-Yes. My son, Izuku, was abused by his peers and rather than step in and help him, teachers and staff would rather ignore him. Nobody told me anything, so I didn't even find out until about a month and a half ago." Inko clenched her near empty coffee cup. A frown developed on Mera's face.

"I see, that was around the time you pulled him out from Public schooling, correct?" Inko nodded. "Well, I can understand why you would pull him from a toxic environment, and I hope we can reach a resolution that both parties can agree to." Inko blinked, a question coming to mind. 'Both parties? Why does he say it like the school themselves aren't involved?'

"What is the government willing to offer in compensation?" Mera pulled out a contract and pointed towards a number. "This is how much we're offering if you drop the lawsuit and let us punish the staff in your place." Inko thought hard, voicing her question to Mera before grabbing the sheet. "How-how are the staff going to be punished?"

'I was hoping she wouldn't ask that, now its going to be a lot harder to convince her.' Mera quietly cursed to himself. "Well, their pays will be docked, and they will undergo re-training as educators, but ultimately, after six months, they'll likely return to teaching." In a loud crunch Inko crushed the coffee cup in her hand, spilling some on the floor. She didn't even look guilty as her face filled with anger.

"The HPSC is willing to pardon those scum and thinks that's acceptable. I refuse." Mera grimaced, clearly not liking the way this meeting was going. "Before you make up your mind Midoriya, just look at what we are offering. I have a feeling that you may be hesitant to turn it down." Inko didn't want to, and she knew she would be tempted if she looked, because she had little savings for herself and her son. '5 Million Yen! That's, its, I just, no, NO I'm not going to.'

"I'm sorry but no. I don't care if you try to buy me off, but I'm not going to sell my child's suffering for money." Mera closed his eyes in what seemed to be thought. "I have been authorized to double the amount but no more. It's all going to be tax free of course." Inko froze. The amount would make it easier on their home lives and if she took about 3-4 million and put it in savings her child could theoretically not have to worry about college, especially if he went to one of the cheaper ones. It so tempting that she almost said yes. Until, a little voice, that sounded a lot like her child popped into her head.

'Mom why? Don't you love me? Didn't you say you would support me?' Inko knew it was her own guilty subconscious saying those things but, it still didn't hurt less to hear them in her son's voice. "No, NO, NO! I will not sell his pain to you. Not for 10 Million, and not for 10 trillion. This meeting is over." Inko got up, dropped her crush cup in the garbage bin by the desk and walked towards the door.

"I'm sorry about the coffee spill." Mera waved off her concerns. "It's quite alright. And it's understandable, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you were simply protecting your child. For what it's worth Midoriya, I believe you did the right thing, and I'm sorry I pushed that on you. I just had a job to do, and even if I don't like it, I didn't have a choice." Inko could hear the genuineness in the government worker's words. "I don't blame you Mera." The greenette closed the door with a small click.

Mera reached for his office phone, about to dial a number. "I need a nap, I'll take one after this call, screw whoever finds me." He quietly muttered to himself. He punched in the number before lifting the receiver to his ear. He was quickly connected to the receptionist of the one he was calling. "This is Mera, working on the Midoriya case, please connect me with the Commission President."

The president lowered his handset after the frustrating call. "Are you sure you couldn't have assigned somebody else to deal with the Midoriya lady?" His vice president and successor, should something happen to him, called out. "No, we're understaffed as it is, I had no choice." She let out a huff.

"What's the verdict?" The president huffed. "She refused both offers, so for now we'll allow her to go on with her lawsuits. It'll take more time and paperwork, but we can shuffle the staff around in other schools and she can feel like she did some good. Whether she knows it or not, those schools are how we identify quirks ideal for heroics and the HPSC's Paragon Program. Sacrificing the Quirkless and weak quirked individuals for the good of the nation is necessary."

The woman nodded seeing the logic behind his words. "What if she becomes a problem?" The President tented his hands in thought. "Japan was built on an equation, cultivated and refined by our predecessors long passed. If she becomes a problem in Japan's equation, then we'll simply have to subtract her from it."

"Lady Nagant?" He shook his head. "No, I think she's starting to become disenfranchised; I think it better to wait. After all, there are a few heroes that can get quite overzealous with their pursuit of criminals, you know?"

Took me forever to write this chapter but here it is. If you want to know more about the President and Lady Nagant, I suggest catching up with the manga. FYI, 5 Million yen is a little under 50 grand in US Smackers. Not a small amount to scoff at, unless of course you are a billionaire.