Emerald Lightning

Disclaimer: Check chapter 1 for disclaimers.

Lucas: Hmm... why are we back to this?

Kei: We're gonna need a break from TAD soon so we had to move this along. It was a perfect time too thanks to Tokyo Shinobi Squad ending.

Lucas: So you're not going to ruin it by being you?

Kei: Start the story!

Chapter 7: The Strange Occurrence at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint

"TADA!"

"… what is that?"

"This is the suit you ordered."

"So question; why is it white?"

"Because of white holes."

"It's not very intimidating."

"Please; you're just a lackey at this point."

"Whatever." A hand covered by darkness reaches out, gripping tightly the handle of a suitcase. Another set of hands takes it, opening it to view the hundreds of thousands of yen. "If you had just used Detnerat it'd look better."

"Oh, speaking of which, how's the plan going?"

"It should be happening now." Slanted yellow eyes narrow at the suit, sighing. "Better get going; I got a shocking date today."

…

"That's a deep hole!" Shinso says as he looks down the side of a cliff they're on.

He and the rest of Class 1-A are with the astronaut hero Thirteen on this cliff to begin their training. As many gapes in awe at the bottom that they cannot see at all, the only adult around begins with his explanation.

"Here's how this training will go; the situation has three students at the bottom of the chasm." Thirteen points down the hole. "One is unconscious, one has an injured leg, and the last will be panicking. The duty of those up here will be to rescue them as safely as possible."

"But, how do you expect us to get down?" Kirishima asks as she glances down, using her hand as faux visors. "It looks eight seconds deep."

"Eight seconds deep?" repeats Bakugo with mild annoyance.

"That's how long it'd take something to fall from up here."

"Can't you use a real number?"

"She's right though," speaks Hagakure with mild worry in her voice. "How are we gonna get down?"

"It's possible if you can fly," Izuku says nonchalantly. The others stare with a pout realizing who he's referring to. "What?"

"Yeah, because everyone can do that," retorts Shinso. "I don't even think voices can travel from down there."

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" shouts Iida before he runs to the side of the cliff. "IT'S ALL A MATTER OF HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SHOUT!"

"… quite."

Uraraka smiles while rapidly punching the air. "Uwah! This will be great! I'm perfect for this situation! Let's do it, Deku!"

Of course, he's off-put by her exuberance. 'Why are you dancing like that? And so close to me?' Calming down, the electric teen clenches his fists and smirks when he puts himself into this thought pattern. "My Quirk is great for this test too."

"Now then, the injured for this training shall be chosen at random…" Thirteen points to Izuku, Uraraka, and Iida. "You three will do."

Eyes blank and surprised, they can only remark internally, 'How is this at random?!'

Left no choice, Izuku brings himself and his two classmates down to the bottom. There, Iida is left calling out in panic, Izuku is the one unconscious, and Uraraka has the broken leg. All that's left is to wait.

"Why am I the one with the broken leg?"

"Because if you're unconscious you can't be moving," Izuku replies and taking into account how she's busy guffawing while Iida screams for help so earnestly – read as too seriously – this is the better choice.

Up above, Aizawa gets a look down below before turning to the others. "Alright, you four will rescue the three below," he says to Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Bakugo. "You can use your Quirks or the objects to your right."

He gestures to the items on the side, which consists of wire, a harness, and a rescue seat to place the unconscious in. "Now, get to it."

Todoroki walks over to the edge as soon as they're set free, staring down at the chasm below. From there he can hear Iida calling for help like a desperate child.

"This is nonsense! I have a quicker way of doing this!" Bakugo shouts before he clenches his right hand, sparks coming out per his emotions. "We'll blow up part of the mountain to let us reach them more easily!"

"What?!" Yaoyorozu is against this. Then again, anyone would. "Are you insane?!"

On the sidelines, Shinso simply gives him the exact look one would deliver to someone he's looking down on. "He's like a shonen protagonist from a demon baby manga."

The blond turns to him at that, eyes ready to explode. "The fuck's that mean?"

"Your raw instincts are all you got."

"HAH!?"

The ice maker shakes his head with disapproval, looking away to the girl in the ruby leotard. "Yaoyorozu, make a pulley. We can use that to pull them up. Let's start with the ones who are injured. Tokoyami will go down; Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, and I will pull."

"Wait, hold up!" Bakugo storms before the ice user, already in a blistering fury. "Where do you get off telling people what to do?!"

"It's the most effective way, a well thought out plan unlike yours," is his response. An added sentence with his cold tone is thrown in afterward. "I have more important things to do than waste any more time on this training than I have to."

Taken off guard by his tone, Yaoyorozu shakes her head at this appalling scene. "Both of you, knock it off!" she speaks, gathering their attention immediately. "How can you go starting a fight in the middle of training? Besides, isn't there something you gotta do first BEFORE we rescue them?!"

Her boots kick to the side of the cliff as she makes a bend over to shout, "Everyone, please remain calm! We'll rescue you as soon as possible!"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!" Iida shouts.

Whipping her head back to the students at her level, she tells them, "You have to soothe their hearts and make them see that help is coming, or else saving them will only be more difficult. If you can't do that properly, you're already wasting time training."

All of the watching classmates go in awe at the sight of their vice-rep lecturing and reprimanding them so easily.

Kirishima cups her chin with a nod. "She's so right too."

"Much better than I thought," adds Shinso. "I never would have even though to reassure them."

With their set up ready, Tokoyami goes down on the pulley with the tray. He drops down once reaching the bottom and examines the students as the injured; Uraraka is on the ground holding her leg, and for some reason her mouth, Iida is panicking, and Izuku is lying unconscious.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he speaks.

"Midoriya, don't worry! We are going to be okay!" Iida tells the boy, the sole female among them unable to contain her laughter.

The birdman steps back a good distance before saying, "We'll take Midoriya first since he's unconscious."

Here, Uraraka has to ask, "But how? If Deku's unconscious, it's too dangerous for two people to move him alone. And we're injured so we can't move."

"Correction, only one of you is injured. But, Todoroki sent me down for a reason." From his cloak rises the massive flow of the darkness living within the depths of Tokoyami's body, a bird demon if you will. "I'm a two in one hero. Dark Shadow, move him in place."

"Don't give me orders!" says the shadow, before he reluctantly does so. With Izuku in place, the darkness slowly raises the boy until reaching the light. From there the others take care of pulling him.

Up top, Izuku is placed safely face up, like an open casket. Whispers of, "I'm unconscious," comes from his lips as his rescuees help him up.

"THANK YOU, HEROES!" Echoes of these words come from down below. No need to ask who.

Elsewhere…

Over in the Midoriya household, Inko swipes a rag against a fine glass counter table. Hums of a whimsical tune come from her lips while she proceeds to be a housemaker. The woman finishes her work before going to the kitchen.

"And next…" She pulls a spray bottle to her hand and turns to face the living room.

"Good afternoon." The bottle drops as she comes face to face with her guest.

The electric mother faces this intruder and scuffs. With utter annoyance, she says, "Of course you'd come here."

"I won't stay long." He walks into the living room and takes a seat on the couch. He stares at the glass table, and mutters, "You missed a spot."

Golden sparks release from fingertips as she stares him down. "I'm not going back. And I told him to stay away from me and my family." She jabs her finger forward, the energy growing larger around her body. "That includes you too!"

Her bracelet beeps yellow, and soon the energy reverts inside of her. Her yellow-eyed guest laughs before saying, "Don't worry; I'm not here to bring you back. I just wanted to give you some acquired reading."

He drops an item on top of her table, tapping his whispy fingers on the cover. Inko stretches her hand over and pulls the book into her hands. Seeing it, her eyes widen in horror. "…this is…"

"I'm sure you'll love this. Have a good day." She glances back at the table, and he's gone. Nothing but his body imprint on the couch and whisps of shadows as proof of his appearance.

Sparks erupt once more, igniting the autobiography before she then tosses it into the sink. "Hisashi, please get it." The faucet turns on and puts out the remaining embers. She then tosses what's left into the garbage.

All that remains of the charred book are pieces of its cover, including 'berati' left on it.

Back to Action…

"Alright, good work back in the first exercise," speaks Aizawa to the entire class.

All of Class 1-A stand before their esoteric teacher and 13 here in the abandoned city version of USJ, a small wind blowing in their direction and getting dust in some of their eyes. Here, Asui says, "This is sadly too straight forward."

"Well, not every day can risk expulsion," says their homeroom teacher with unbridled snark before he turns over to the city. "Here, we will conduct the next part of the exercise. 13?"

"Gotcha, Aizawa!" The astronaut hero makes a salute, his attention to the class now. "So, here's the scenario now; in this city, a villain has caused major damage before being caught, but the aftermath left many people injured. The mission is to make sure everyone was evacuated and brought to safety."

"Wait," speaks Ashido with a full tooth smile. She then shakes her hands saying, "This is hide and seek!"

"At the core, precisely," replies the pro hero before he continues. "So, four of you will go around looking for the sixteen other students. Among them, four will not make a sound but the rest can and will."

13 then points randomly at four of them. "You four will be the rescuers." They are, as expected, Izuku, Shinso, Uraraka, and Mineta.

"Deku!" screams Bakugo, but whatever he planned on saying is stopped for obvious reasons.

Of course, Izuku gets it. "I won't look for you, got it."

As they speak, the littlest member among them stares with deep concentration at the two girls in his direct line of sight – Asui and Ashido – or pretty much their skin-tight derrieres. A river of slime oozes down the opening of his mouth as he asks, "Does this mean we can touch them as much as we want and not get repercussions? No matter what?!"

"Only Uraraka can touch the girls," Shinso tells his other purple-headed classmate. At that, the ladies sigh relief.

"Thank god."

"Why are you happy?" Mineta eyes Jirou. "I wasn't gonna touch you anyway." Not surprising that he receives a stab to the face from her ear jack.

After that exchange, the students take off to go into hiding. With Aizawa, 13 speaks, "Alright, now that everyone is hidden we will begin shortly. And… start!"

Izuku turns to the three other searchers. "Alright, here's the plan-"

"We'll split up and go looking separately," Shinso says, speaking over Izuku rudely. "… sorry. I just figured that'd be for the best."

"… yes…" The electric child pokes his fingers sheepishly, his face red as his regular sneakers. "I mean, besides me searching above and teaming up with Mineta, it's pretty much splitting up to cover more ground."

"Wait, why am I going with you?!" Mineta gripes.

"Because then we'd be breaking Shinso's promise," is his reply.

"Then it's settled! We're doing Scooby-Doo!" Uraraka takes off down the street. Violet sparks erupt around Shinso as he takes off.

Izuku charges his saucer and stands on top of it unfolded, pulling the uncooperative grape midget with him as they go high in the sky. The poor boy turns blue the more they levitate. "I get airsick easily!"

The two heroes in training travel overhead looking down at the buildings. Our emerald protagonist Izuku narrows his eyes noticing no one is simply hiding on top fo the roofs. Though he does spot Shinso pulling Kirishima out of a car she was hiding in. Checking further down the road, he witnesses Uraraka lifting fake debris off of Aoyama.

"This is boring," mutters Mineta as he searches. "Let's go find Yaoyoroppai!"

Sighing, Izuku resumes ignoring his compatriot's comments on his comely classmate. Luckily, just as he passes a building does the sound of a rock hitting rock reaches his eardrums from its internal echoes. Quickly does the boy turn his head facing the source of the noise, an exaggerated curve on his electric saucer to reach down made in response as he makes a safe hover over the source of the noise.

Locked on one of the cracks leading his sight in, Izuku says, "Mineta, hop off and check if someone's in there."

"Why me?"

"Because you're small enough to fit." A healthy observation that draws tears.

"Oh, you had to go there!"

"Mineta, just go down there. It's not like there are monsters here." Reluctance flies out the window as Mineta is lowered into the ground through the use of Izuku's electromagnetic Quirk, diving into the hole. The lustrous spark surrounding him illuminates the darkness, allowing him to stare ahead at him.

Lying in the dirt facedown with a splash of his blood spread down his face is Ojiro. "UWAH! Midoriya!" he shouts, causing Izuku to jump off and land just on top of the building.

"It's Ojiro! He's hurt real bad!"

"Ojiro!?" Izuku fires a bolt and blasts an opening big enough for him. 'What could have happened?' He jumps down drawing his saucer in from above to drop onto and soften his landing. With a ray of light from his electric Quirk on his hand, he illuminates what once was due to magnetizing Mineta earlier. He then gets a stronger look at Ojiro, noticing his damaged appearance as well.

The electric teen kneels before his tailed classmate and nudges him, sighing when he gets a pulse out of him. Ojiro is even coming around. "He's okay."

"Oh good," Mineta says, wiping his head off the accumulated perspiration. Laughter follows after. "What was I thinking freaking out? He probably just slipped and fell. And here I thought we were in danger."

As if irony just came back from taking a nap, a figure slams into the side of Izuku's head. He falls to the left onto the rubble, his hand still brightening the room.

His classmate turns around just as he hits the ground, shocked. "Midoriya!" shouts Mineta as he turns around and faces him. But just before he could go and get to his side, the little one looks up in horror at their new guest.

He is a tall person wrapped in heavy grey armor. His chest armor holds the UA symbol on the chest in white and black with mesh underneath seen where the arm, shoulder, hand, knee, and leg pads are. His footwear is a pair of boots. He also wields in his left hand a metal staff with a reverse rifle handle.

"Who the hell are you?!" shouts the boy seeing the newcomer who just attacked Izuku. The fear and panic in his eyes are clear.

The armored man grips his weapon, saying, "I've vaited so long to have this opportunity, to be able to show jist how fooliss zat guy is!" He grips the reverse handle and aims at Mineta, his hold uneven.

'Wait, calm down. This is rescue training. It's probably all-' A shot is fired, and a large hole is made just behind the minuscule person narrowly missing his ear. Blue spreads across his face. 'It's real!'

"I'll take you out by meself and prove he was wrong! Yar no hero Eraserhead!"

Mineta turns over to where Ojiro is resting, and then back to where Izuku is. 'Midoriya could die. Ojiro could die. I gotta-' His life flashes before his eyes as the barrel is aimed at his face.

Among those thoughts, he recognizes the time he pretended to drop his pencil and pick it up to peek under skirts, the first time he got rejected by someone, and the first day of training he underwent with Izuku.

'You can do it, Mineta!'

'You're sickeningly nice, Midoriya!' These are his thoughts before Mineta makes a cartwheel and dodges the sloppy shot aimed at him. Once upright he throws a Pop Off at the barrel port, clogging it.

"Ha-re?" He looks at his weapon and grabs the ball. To his misfortune, he is unable to pull it free and is now stuck to it. "Whut the hell'z this?!"

"Speak proper Japanese, ya slurry machine!" Mineta throws more of his grape balls at the guy, taking him by surprise and causing him to fall over. Now he's stuck sitting down.

Annoyed, the man aims regardless. "Shat! I'll just shoot you from here-"

Just before he could squeeze the trigger, a heavy impact strikes the guy in the face. It hits so hard his helmet goes flying off, the gear clanking against the ground several times. The attacker's feet plant firmly into the ground before a knee accompanies them. Our hero at this moment is revealed to be Ojiro.

"Ojiro?"

"Hey. Thanks for giving me time to recover," he says, holding a hand to his head still bruised from the blunt trauma.

The white martial artist then turns down to Izuku, shocked to see he was struck too. "Midoriya!" He goes over to him. "You contain that guy."

"Got it!" Mineta uses his balls to pin his arms and legs together. While doing so he gets a good look at his face and gasps. "This guy… he's just a kid, no older than we are."

Ojiro shifts Izuku up, checking his pulse and breathing. "Good, still alive." Despite this he's highly unresponsive, blood leaking out from where he was struck in the head.

"Ugh." The electric teen eventually utters a groan. His eyes open up slowly as he comes around. "What happened-ow!" Pain urges his hand to his wounded head as he sits up. "Why am I bleeding?"

"Looks like a villain attack was mixed in with our training," Ojiro says looking at the guy who attacked them.

"That doesn't make sense though!" Mineta shouts. "That was a real gun he used! If it was part of an act we shouldn't have gotten hurt!"

"Can you honestly say he wouldn't do that?" asks Ojiro with a half scowl.

Izuku remains silent while taking in what transpired. He takes out a rag from his utility belt and holds it against where he's leaking. "Let's go tell Aizawa."

Using his saucer, Izuku levitates himself, Mineta, and Ojiro out of the building. He magnetizes the unconscious villain and carries him away with them, as they make their way to their teachers.

The erasing hero can be found with Thirteen standing amid the destroyed town. Looming his sight around, Thirteen asks, "How do you think they're doing?"

"We'll see…" is his partner in crime's hollow answer. A sideways glance allows him to spot the flying heroes in training with their captive. "Huh?"

"Looks like they caught a big one that wasn't supposed to be there."

The two adults approach the trio as they descend. Their prisoner of war is placed down softly on the ground. Once the saucer hits the ground they dismount, Izuku walking over to Aizawa asking, "Sensei, were there any additions to the training that you didn't mention?"

"Does that have anything to do with why you found someone else?"

"It is exactly why we found this someone else," is Mineta's answer. "We found him in this building after he knocked out Ojiro!" His yellow finger points at the guy. "He struck Midoriya and tried to put a hole in my hand this big!" Hands move to emphasize.

"A villain snuck in?" Aizawa quickly speaks, taking a knee before the attacker.

"How heinous!" is Thirteen's response, hands to the face.

"Wait, so it wasn't part of the training?" asks Ojiro, his face showing immense terror now.

Aizawa glares back at the white martial artist. "Why would I throw in an obstacle before you've understood and gotten used to the basics of the exercise? That's completely stupid and illogical, not to mention a huge waste of time."

The adult then gets a good look at him, eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious young villain. "Mandaro Rian?"

"Who?"

"He used to be a hero course student here from last year," Aizawa begins, pulling on his scarf. "But, when I had expelled his entire class he was one of the halves who didn't come back so he applied under the support course."

"Come back?" asks Izuku curiously.

"So why was he trying to kill us?" shouts Mineta with his arms stretched out, flailing about like a cheaply made animation.

Thirteen raises a finger to speak. "Support Course students have different itineraries than everyone else. They build items to support heroes and perform maintenance on the school's pieces of equipment. The sophomores are allowed permission to fix the systems here. To think someone would plan a revenge that would never come about…"

Aizawa checks Mandaro's eyes. "Midoriya, can you make a light?"

"Uh, sure!" Izuku uses a finger to form a flashlight, following the adult's direction to shine it in the unconscious teen's eyes.

"No reaction… he's drugged." Aizawa then checks his mouth and notes something of interest.

"He did sound a bit sluggish."

Aizawa then stands up, taking out a whistle and blowing it loud enough to echo throughout the entire Unforeseen Simulation Joint. 'There's more going on here. Someone must have been backing him.' "Thirteen, once all the students get here I want you to guide them outside into the bus."

"Got it!"

"Once we're all here I'm calling the principal and-"

BANG.

A loud, familiar noise reverberates through the eardrums of all parties present. Red spots shoot out from Aizawa's chest as he's flung backward, his eyes opened wide. All of the others watch as he goes down, hitting the ground with a dreadful thud.

"ERASER/SENSEI!"

Izuku watches in horror as his teacher lies there bleeding, the others going down quickly to his side nervous and/or panicky. He traces the path of where he was shot, inside one of the buildings through a crack in the broken glass. There he sees it, a glimmer reflecting off the light of USJ. He also spots black whisps.

"HEY!" Charging his arm with green lightning, Izuku fires a bolt at the building while running in that direction, his face contorted in rage.

The lightning blows a hole open big enough for the likes of Death Arms to walk through. He steps in through the smoke, his hand making sparks to fire at whoever attempted to murder his teacher. Sadly, there is nothing but the fading black wisps of what he saw before. 'Where is the shooter?!'

In the background, he hears the footsteps and explosions of his classmates approaching as he steps forward, his foot brushing up against something metal. He looks down and magnetizes the item to lift it. It is a Remington Model 700 rifle.

Lucas: Ignore me, huh?

Kei: Hey, if you don't like it, go read another electric Deku story fire boy.

Lucas: Can you at least confirm the pairing?

Kei: No. It's gonna be a surprise. But speaking of which, the next chapter will have the aftermath of this chapter's events through the eyes of the students.