"A top 10 pro! This is so exciting!" cried Tooru.
"I know, right?" I replied, though privately I thought it would be more flattering if he'd recruited us instead.
"Of course, no pro hero can resist the beauty of moi," said Aoyama, which made me want to roll my eyes.
The train let us off at the address Musha had listed, a train stop in the country side of all things. After a short cab ride, wee found ourselves deposited in front of an old fashioned shoin-zukuri.
"This is a top 10 hero agency?" I asked, a little mystified.
"Apparently," said Tooru, checking the address for the hundredth time.
"Hardly an appropriate fit for moi," said Aoyama.
I was having second thoughts too, though I didn't wanna say it. I'd picked this place since it'd been the highest ranked agency on the list with room for interns, and after all not everybody could be Bakugou. But now I was starting to wonder if we were at all compatible - or at least if i was - with this sort of out-of-the-way area.
We knocked on the door and a sidekick clad in traditional armor let us in without a word.
"Hiya," I said, to break the silence, which was starting to get creepy. No reply. "We're the interns from UA!" I added, hoping this would get a response.
"We know," was all I got, as he led us into the interrogating room. We'd seen pictures on the recruitment site - all hero agencies had a space for interviewing, but this one was exceptionally barren. Mats, wall art, a few ceremonial pieces. No desk, one small phone on the wall.
"Is this really a hero agency?" Toru whispered to me. I shrugged. "Guess it is. Takes all sorts I suppose?"
"Hardly an appropriate setting for my dazzling light," muttered Aoyama.
"That's enough chat," said a deep, booming voice from beyond the wall.
We all jumped. The equipped hero Yoroi Musha had apparently been standing, just out of sight, hearing our every word. A hulking old man with a full white beard, samurai helmet and red half cape, full set of armor and all in black and red colors.
I felt like I needed to salute formally or something as he advanced through the room towards us.
"Heya sir," I said, trying to keep my voice clear and not 'slur' like Mr. Aizawa had warned me against.
"Your costumes," he said, annoyingly ignoring me, "put them on. You will observe me on patrol, but you will not engage in combat. The costumes are necessary for street patrols, but you are still not permitted quirk use. Understood?"
I wanted to protest - even though everything he was saying was true - but there wasn't much point in that. No use arguing with a big, scary pro, after all. So we had no choice but to head for what seemed to be the changing rooms. I was starting to feel distinctly like we really didn't belong here.