5:30 am

On the first official day of training camp, Niwa and the rest of her class were woken up at five in the morning and told to meet out in the field by five-thirty. Normally, Niwa wouldn't have had much of a problem waking up so damn early in the morning but after yesterday...

Niwa was just glad she wasn't the only one who was feeling the aftereffects of an entire day of fighting earth-beasts...

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!" Their homeroom teacher addressed the class. "Today we will begin the training camp to increase your strength in earnest."

For such a sleepy guy, the man looked the same as ever. Did Aizawa-Sensei not sleep through the night or something? Niwa threw the thought away, she was too tired to let her mind wander.

"The goal of this training camp is to increase everyone's strength and with that, for everyone to gain their provisional licenses. It is to prepare you all for the hostilities that becoming more real by the minute. Proceed carefully." Aizawa-Sensei reached into the folds of his black suit and pulled out a small round object.

"Bakugou," Their teacher threw the round softball to the boy. "Try throwing that."

"This is from the fitness test..." Explodo stared at the ball in his hands. Niwa glared at how unfazed by the early morning the guy seemed.

"Your previous record, from right after you started school, was 705.2 meters. Let's see how much you've improved." The teacher and class watched as Bakugou strolled away from the class.

"Oh, we're checking our progress?" Mina bounced excitedly.

"Since a lot has happened these last three months, huh?" Sero watched on curiously. "Maybe he can throw it a kilometer or something!"

"Go for it, Bakugou!" Kirishima yelled in support.

Loud.

Bakugou pulled back his right arm in a very familiar move and unlike the first time she had seen the boy's Quirk, "Go to hell!" Niwa was expecting the massive explosion that launched the ball into the sky.

Niwa couldn't fight the early morning yawn that crept into her lungs as the explosion kicked up a wind that had her hair flying out behind her. She kept one eye open through her yawn and watched the ball quickly become a speck in the distance before it disappeared from sight.

"709.6 meters."

Niwa blinked in surprise at the small growth in numbers.

"Huh? It's less than I thought..." Kirishima asked in confused worry.

"It's been about three months since you started at U.A. Through various experiences, you've all definitely improved." Her teacher racked his tired eyes over the entire class, "But that improvement has been mainly at the mental and technical levels with some increase to stamina."

The teacher walked closer to the class, "As you can see, your Quirks themselves have not improved that much. That's why we will work on improving your Quirks starting today."

Niwa felt the lingering sleep disappear from her body the moment her teacher mentioned 'improving Quirks.'

"It'll be so hard, you'll feel like dying, but try not to actually die." The underground Pro hero grinned sadistically.

Aizawa-Sensei turned away from the class and walked off toward a small path through the trees, "Everyone, follow me."

Niwa shared a nervous glance with Kyoka and followed along as her class all trailed after the teacher.

They moved along the path for a short stroll before coming out in a large area the size of a small sports field bare of trees. Aizawa walked over to a barrel and focused his black bloodshot eyes on one student.

"Bakugou."

The explosive blonde walked confidently over towards the teacher and glanced over to the barrel before looking back to the teacher.

"This barrel is filled with boiling hot water. You'll be putting your hands in this water to expand your sweat glands, then let loose your Quirk. Doing this repeatedly will the scale of your attacks and increase your resistance to your Quirks backlash a bit."

Bakugou stared at the barrel like the thing had just crawled out of hell.

"If the temperature gets low enough that you're able to keep your hands in the water for more than a few seconds, get Todoroki to reheat it. Which leads us to the next one." Aizawa-Sensei gestured to another barrel about thirty meters away. "Todoroki, while inside that barrel of over there, alternate between ice and fire to make the temperature uniform. This will help you get used to your body freezing and to control the temperature of your flames."

The class moved on, leaving the two boys behind while they stared at the barrels.

"Sero."

The tape boy flinched.

"Go up there and use your Quirk continuously. Increase your capacity, improve the strength of your tape and the range you can shoot it."

"Yes, sir." Sero mumbled and began his trek up the small cliff.

"Kirishima and Ojiro will be paired together." Aizawa looked to the two boys. "Ojiro will attack, continuously. Kirishima will be using his Quirk to defend against all attacks."

"Yea, sir." The boys said simultaneously.

The class walked off again.

When the class stopped before a battery, everyone knew exactly who was next and left a terrified Kaminari to stare at the battery.

"Koji."

The quietest kid Niwa had ever met flinched so violently that Niwa almost thought he had been attacked.

"You'll be doing vocal exercises. Increase the range of your voice and you'll increase the range of your Quirk.

Boom!

"Damn it!"

Aizawa-Sensei looked off to the boys he had left behind, "You'll have to be louder than Bakugou."

Niwa withheld the bubbling laugh at the comment and almost gave the quiet boy her unfiltered sympathy as the class all walked away without him.

"Midoriya, you'll be off doing physical training with Tiger."

"Right!"

Next, they came across a portable toilet off in the corner of the area, leaving behind Aoyama to shoot his lasers into the sky even if his stomach began to get queezy.

Through a small line of forestry, the class came across a cliff with a cave inside. "Tokoyami, try to keep your Dark Shadow under control in there."

"Understood..."

Further down the cliff was a long steep hill and a giant inflatable ball sat at the top.

"A zorb?" Niwa asked in pure curiosity.

"That's right. Uraraka, you will be constantly going down that hill in the zorb. Iida will be running long-distance runs and when Uraraka reaches the bottom, Iida will run the zorb back to the top of the hill. You'll do this all day."

"Right!"

"Asui, train the muscles in your body, including your tongue, by climbing that cliff over there."

"Yes, kero."

The small group of remaining class 1-A members made their way back, closer to where Todoroki was freezing himself inside a barrel before melting it all away with a wide circle of hot flames.

"Sato and Yaomomo."

"Yes!"

"You both will be continuously eating over there and using your Quirks simultaneously."

"Yes!"

"Jiro and Ashido, you two will be attacking that cliff wall over there. I expect to see a decent dent by the end of the day. Jiro will increase the strength of her earphone jacks and Mina will be intermittently creating acid to increase your skin's resistance."

"Mineta, your training will be increasing the strength of your scalp by removing as many balls as you can to reduce the bleeding in future."

"Niwa."

Oh shit, here we go.

"You'll be doing strength training." Yeah, she figured as much. What would it be this time? More weights? Maybe those cuffs? Or... Two... cursed suits?

"You'll be doing some good, old-fashioned squats." He gestured to the vehicle between Mineta's spot and the cliff where Asui, Mina, and Kyoka were staring at. "Weighted squats with this vehicle."

Huh!?

"Shoji, create as many dupli arms as quickly as you can and take note of everything that happens in the area. Your goal is to fill this book. I'm sure there'll be enough going on that you won't have to make any repeats."

Weighted squats... with a fucking kei truck.

"Well?" Her teacher rose a curious eyebrow, "Can you even start?"

Most of her fellow students got right to it but Niwa turned to her teacher first with a pale white face.

"Ah, Sensei? How much does it weigh?" She asked.

"If it makes you feel better knowing, 700kgs give or take."

700... Her brothers could do something like that with a bit of effort... But she had never even attempted something like that...

"Your brothers said they could lift that much at your age."

And just like that, fury and agitation sparked a competitive fire inside her gut.

Niwa resigned herself with a deep frown and walked over to the vehicle, glaring at the old white paint and rust before dropping to the ground and sliding underneath. It almost took everything in her body just to pick the fucking thing up on her back and rise up fully to her hands and knees. Once she somehow managed to get one leg under her, it was slightly – by the most minimal fucking percentage – easier to lift its weight. She stuck her head in a small gap and rested as much weight as she could on her shoulders.

Oh fuck my life, Niwa thought in despair as she bent her knees and lowered her body to the ground. Her entire body was shaking, and she was already planning the best way to drop the thing if her legs gave out.

The last fucking thing she wanted to tell her future explosive babies was that mommy managed to get crushed by a kei truck on her first fucking day of U.A training camp.