Fair warning, this story is rated 16+ for depictions of violence, drugs, sexual themes, and adult language since this story is primarily from the view of pro-heroes rather than the students. If you do not want to read a story that will include the words that follow this is your warning. The words are as follows, shit, dick, bastard, asshole, fuck, damnit, damn, and slut. If I can, which would take a while, I will endeavor to create a more 'Christian' version of this story that instead uses phrases such as lickspittle, pillock, and snollygoster. Yes, those are all synonyms for asshole, dumbass, and a kissass, respectively.
This is your only warning. Turn back, lest you learn highly creative ways to insult people.
Chapter 1: Introductions
A violent thump woke the man with a start. Sitting up quickly in his seat, he looked blearily around, trying to recall where he was and what he had been doing.
"Now arriving at Musutafu airport. Thank you for flying Delta Airlines, we hope you enjoyed your flight."
The man groaned slightly and thanked whatever god might exist that they finally landed. He hated flying under most any circumstances, especially long flights that took more than a couple hours.
As he got up and retrieved his carry on from above him, a woman with pale blue hair stumbled into him. Instead of apologizing, she gave him a cold glare that said, 'Watch it, asshole.' The man only sighed and thought to himself that this was getting off to a great start already.
Once he managed to escape the confines of the plane, he slowly felt himself relax. He stifled a yawn as he walked into the arrivals area and made his way to the already overcrowded baggage-retrieval conveyor. While he was waiting, someone had poked him in the side with something sharp that turned out to be an elbow. Feet of all kind stepped on him accidentally. Many people were pushing, loudly arguing, or throwing insults at people who were getting in their way.
After several agonizing minutes, he finally retrieved his duffle bag and his locked rectangular case. Once he was out of the crowd, he made his way over to security and waited patiently in line to go through the scanner. 'Oh boy, they're going to have a field day with me,' the man bitterly thought to himself.
He was right. He presented his duffel bag and carry-on for examination. Those checked out when they checked the locked case, they were less than enthusiastic at what they found.
"Excuse me, sir, but I'm going to ask that you follow me please."
The man sighed at the request but followed the officer into a back room where he sat down at a table as two officers went through the contents. As each item was unearthed, the officers' polite smile turned into a very disapproving frown. Once everything was in front of the man on the table, he asked, "I'm guessing this isn't about the liter of shampoo that I had in my carry-on?" One of the officers facepalmed.
"Glad that's over with," mumbled the man, shouldering his duffel bag and carry-on he made his way over to a nearby bus stop. Once a bus had pulled up and let everyone off, the man awkwardly clambered aboard and ended up standing near the bus's rear because the luggage he was carrying was too large to sit down. He still somehow managed to attract glares from the other passengers.
After a couple of stops, he suddenly realized that he had absolutely no idea where he was going. Even if he knew where he was going, he had no idea how to get there. 'Great, fantastic, wonderful.'
He awkwardly got off the bus at the next stop, knocking into several other passengers along the way, followed by profusely apologizing. He managed to find a map at the bus station, but he couldn't make heads or tails of where he was.
Somewhere off to his left, he heard someone call out in broken English.
"You lost?"
He ignored them.
"American, you lost? Need help finding place?"
He looked up from his map and looked around to his left and saw three men standing at the alley entrance. One man was bald but otherwise looked normal. One had long hairy arms like a gorilla'. The third had sharp teeth, a predatory smile, and large unblinking eyes.
He gestured to himself, and the bald man nodded, "You lost American? We help find way."
"Oh, thank you!" He strode over to the 'defiantly upstanding citizens and totally not muggers' and asked, "I'm having a spot of trouble finding where I am. This is where I need to go." He pointed to where his new apartment was on the map.
The bald man replied coolly, "Yes, yes, I help get there. Follow. Follow."
He turned and gestured to follow him further into the alley.
'Oh yes, totally not going to try and mug me. These guys are giving off great vibes.'
The man followed the three men into the alley. While they walked, they had a Japanese conversation and obviously thought that he couldn't understand them. "Once we turn the corner, we will jump him and take this idiots cash."
Then the man with the sharp teeth turned to him and asked in even more broken English, "Why here in Japan?"
The man replied in Japanese, "Oh, you know the normal things, sight-seeing, eating new food, having an overall fun time." The three men froze as they realized that he had heard everything they said earlier.
The three men grinned, and the bald man said, "You understood us? Good, it'll be far easier now. Hand over your cash, and you may just get to walk away unharmed." The men laughed.
He just sighed and said, "That's so cliché it hurts. You guys are really bad a threatening people, you know that?"
The three men spread out, baldy in front, teeth to his right, and hairy arms to his left. A plan started to formulate in his mind. The case he was holding in his right hand was solid and extremely dense. If he were reading the situation right, the two on either side of him would pin him down while the third would either use his quirk or draw a knife to intimidate him.
The plan was simple, swing the case at gorilla arms, surprise him and take him out of the fight first. Then using his momentum, he would spin around and lob the case into the bald guy. Best case scenario, the case would hit him in the head and knock him out of the fight, or he would catch it and be unable to respond to his friend being attacked. Worst case scenario, he would miss his throw and end up having to fight two guys without any sort of weapon save for the large duffle bag on his back and the carry-on tied to the outside of it. Both of which were heavy enough to throw off his weight and cause him to topple over and become as vulnerable as a turtle.
'Well, it's better than nothing. Might as well.'
Before he could enact his hastily thought out plan, a woman appeared almost out of nowhere, bounding in front of him. In a flurry of kicks, she dispatched the three would-be muggers easily. She turned around and had a broad smile on her face as she asked, "You alright there?"
Her large white ears were perked up and slightly twitching every now and again, her long, equally white hair flowed down past her waist. She was wearing a white leotard with a crescent moon symbol on her chest.
"Peachy. I totally could have taken these chumps. But thanks for helping out."
The woman laughed, "You? I doubt you could have done much to these guys. They had you cornered and outnumbered!"
"I've faced longer odds."
"Really now?"
"Really, really."
"What are you, a vigilante?"
"Nope, Pro-hero."
"You're a Pro? I'm calling bullshit."
He fished his wallet out of his pocket and showed her his certification.
Riot Ranger
This card certifies this individual for fieldwork, special operations, and support work.
Id- K014897
The two pictures on the top left side was him passively posing for a photo, one with his helmet, the other without.
"Hate to break it to you, but that's not what a hero certification looks like." She pulled out her own.
Rabbit hero: Miruko
This card certifies that this individual has passed the hero licensing exam and is fully capable of performing the required duties of a hero.
License number- 4809832287
Expiration date- May 9th, 2150
"Ahh, you see, I'm not a Japanese Pro-hero. I'm an American. We have a slightly different system across the pacific than the one you use."
Miruko seemed to ponder for a bit, then shrugged her shoulders. "Makes sense, I guess. So, what are you doing here in Japan?"
"I got a job offer to teach at UA."
"No way!"
"Way."
"But if your heading to UA, why are you here, in an alley I mean? You get lost or something?"
Riot Ranger didn't say a thing; his silence seemed to confirm what Miruko asked.
"Would you like directions to get there?"
"That would be mighty helpful, yes. That is if you don't mind."
Miruko quickly told him directions on how to get to UA from where they were. As she was giving them one of the thugs, she had knocked out had regained consciousness and was stirring.
He brought his case up and clonked the man over the head with it. Miruko looked at the case with trepidation and curiosity but decided not to comment.
Once the police came to deal with the three thugs, he thanked Miruko and examined his map as he was waiting for a bus at the nearby bus stop. With Miruko's directions, he managed to get to UA.
As he walked through the halls, many of the students gave him odd looks but otherwise ignored him.
"Can I help you?"
He turned around and found himself face to face with what he could only describe as a mummy with long black hair and slightly bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, um, I'm uh, looking for Principle Nezu. I have an appointment with him."
"Well then, follow me, please."
The man turned around and walked through the hallways guiding him to an office on the top floor. When he walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was how big the office was. Then he saw the small, mouse, bear, dog thing sitting behind a desk at the far side of the room. The mouse, bear, dog thing looked up and said, "Ah, yes. Thank you, Mr. Aizawa. You must be Jonathan Tyson, correct?"
"Uh, yes, yes, sir."
"I'm Principle Nezu. I could be a mouse, a bear, a dog, or all three!"
He was very perplexed, to say the least. Not wanting to unknowingly insult Nezu, he quickly said, "It's a pleasure, sir."
"Likewise. Please put your luggage down and have a seat." Nezu gestured to a chair in front of his desk with a large paw. He set his stuff down next to the chair and had a seat.
"Tea?"
"Thank you." He reached out to take the tea. It smelled good. As he took a sip of the hot liquid, he marveled at how Nezu was also able to hold the teacup and take a drink of his own.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
He nodded.
"Do you know why we reached out to you? If you don't, what in your mind is a reasonable guess?"
He thought for a moment, truthfully, he didn't put much thought into it. A chance to leave home for a while, get his feet back under him, and sort things out? Why wouldn't he take it? "Ummmmmm, I guess that you reached out to me because of my unique talents? Either that or you're insanely desperate."
"Close, after a careful review of several files from top-rated heroes from around the world, we decided that someone with your skillset and drive was best for this school. But you were close with your second guess as well. Because of events this past week that you have no doubt already heard of, we are in need of a new combat instructor to help All Might teach classes. This information isn't known by the press, so I would appreciate it if you refrained from telling anyone about this. But because of the strain that All Might had to exert during the USJ incident, he injured himself and can no longer work as long as he had previously."
He felt his head swim; the thought that All Might could have been injured and can't work as long was unbelievable during the best of times. After all, the dude can punch a fucking mountain into nothing more than rubble. But that would explain why he was here.
"So, I'm just a sudo replacement for the rest of the year?"
"For now, yes. Depending on how well you perform, you may be offered a job permanently."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, Mr. Tyler. Now, what experience do you have? I did read over your file, but I would also like to hear firsthand about your capabilities."
"Sure, I completely understand. Well, I wouldn't say that I am the best, but I am one of the better hand to hand fighters that the US has to offer. Ummm, I am a fairly good shot. My armor is super durable and can protect me from almost everything that I would encounter in the field. I'm also a decent strategist and can formulate plans on the fly. Oh, I also pride myself on my trumpet playing abilities. I can play a bomb ass swing piece if I do say so myself. Pardon my French."
"Pardoned, what you told me lines up with what I was able to dig up on you. Those CIA files were incredibly illuminating, but they didn't say anything about your trumpet skills."
'Did he say CIA files? Those are supposed to be incredibly encrypted, right?'
"I think we covered all of my questions; do you have any you wish to ask me before you're given a tour?"
"Are we going to gloss over you hacking the CIA?"
"No questions? Good! Change into your hero costume, and I'll have someone escort you around the school!"
Nezu jumped off of his chair and quickly made his way to the hall outside.
"So, we are going to gloss over the whole CIA thing. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool."
Once he had finished changing, he exited the room and found a skeletal looking man with a yellow pinstripe suit. The man looked up slightly, startled by his appearance. "You must be Mr. Tyler. I am Toshinori Yagi, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise." He offered his hand out to Toshinori, who seemed to hesitate slightly before grabbing it and shaking his hand. "Word of advice, Mr. Tyler, we don't exactly shake hands when first meeting someone."
"Ahhhh, my bad. Also, call me, Ranger. Calling me, Mr. Tyler, makes me feel older than I am."
"Very well, M- Ranger. Please follow me."
Toshinori led him through the school, showing him the many training gyms and other facilities. Apparently, they had not only one, but four mock cities to train the students. "How much money do you guys have?"
"We have enough."
"That's the understatement of the century, Toshinori!"
The man chuckled slightly. "Let's move on to meeting the students, shall we?"
He nodded and was led back to the school and to a tall door with a sign over it that read 1A.
"This is class 1A. They're probably excited to meet you but probably have never heard of you. I advise that you make an impression. One that shows them your character and how you'll be teaching them. Make it concise and easy to understand."
'Make an impression, huh? Let's see."
He thought it over for a little bit before coming up with an excellent way to introduce himself to the class of heroes in training. He nodded to Toshinori and said, "I'm ready. Let's do this thang!"
The man raised a single eyebrow at what he said but didn't comment. Instead, he knocked on the door.
"I'm sure you've probably heard by now, but we have a new visitor to the school."
Quite whispers broke out around the classroom. Most suspected that he was a hero wanting to see what potential competition he would face. A few heard that he was a foreign hero looking to build his own school like UA and wanted a template to make it from.
"Quite!"
The whispers died at once.
"Now that I have your attention, again, I'll introduce you to your new combat instruction. Mr. Tyler."
Aizawa gestured to the door with a bandaged arm. As he did, the door slid open, and an armored figure walked into the room dressed in a long brown leather duster. The duster has two metal shoulder guards painted a drab olive green with a star painted in white on the side. Underneath the duster, the man was wearing metallic full torso body armor. A bandolier complete with bullets strapped across his left shoulder to his right hip. His belt also had small vertical loops filled with the same small brass bullets in the bandolier. The man wore blue jeans with metallic plates strapped to his thighs, and shins painted the same color as the shoulder guards. His black combat boots made a soft *clomp clomp clomp* as he strode from the entrance to the podium at the front of the room. While his armored suit made him somewhat intimidating, the helmet on his head made him downright terrifying.
It's as if he took the Pro-hero Snipes helmet and thought to himself, 'how can I make this more intense?' Instead of the extended gas mask, he decided to have a shorter, more armored version, complete with a bulletproof helmet. The eyepieces for the helmet were dark tinted glass, and an antenna was protruding from the right side of the helmet. The man put his leather-gloved hands on the podium and said, "¡Buenos días, chicos y chicas! Mi nombre es Ranger y voy a enseñarte cómo patear traseros!"
Everyone in the room cocked their head to one side except for Bakugo, who yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?"
He looked over to Bakugo and said "Dije que te enseñaré a luchar contra idiotas."
Everyone was silent, then Aizawa said, "Anyways, this is Ranger. He will be your new combat instructor. If you have any questions, ask them now. You probably won't be able to ask them later." Then muttered quietly to himself, "I need a nap."
Aizawa crawled into his yellow sleeping bag that he always seemed to have with him. Several of the class's hands went up. He thought for a moment then pointed to Sato.
"What quirk do you have?"
"My quirk is called Mechanical comprehension. It allows me to understand and control mechanical devices when I touch them."
"That's so cool!" exclaimed Kirishima.
Jonathan pointed to Iida, who stood up and asked in what he could only describe as 'hyper professional' tone, "What made you want to become a hero?"
"I asked myself a question. 'If not me, then who?'"
"I don't understand. Could you clarify?"
"Nope, you're going to have to work it out yourself one day."
Iida sat down after bowing and thanking him. He pointed to Asui, "Did you have any goals when you became a hero?"
"To never have to save anyone."
"Why? Ribbit."
"I don't like saving people."
"Why don't you like saving people?" Asked Ojiro, "Isn't it supposed to be a Heroes job to save people?"
"Yes, it is a hero's responsibility to save people, but I don't like saving people because it means that I'm not doing my job properly. Now, saving people from accidents is different." Some of the class seemed to be content with his answer; others frowned at what he said. Before he could point to another student and answer their question, Aizawa emerged from his sleeping bag and told him they were out of time. As he left, he made sure to give the students a two-fingered salute and say, "Más tarde!"
Toshinori was still in the hall, "How did it go?"
"About as well as it could have, in my opinion. I can tell that some aren't overly impressed with me. But with time, that'll change."
Toshinori nodded. "Perhaps so. Now shall we meet the other classes?"
"Lead the way, good sir!" Toshinori sighed and walked down the hall to the next class.
The next hero class was also less than impressed with him. But he could tell that a few of them were at least open to learning from a foreigner. Not to mention when he found out that one student, Pony Tsunotori, was not only also from the United States, but she also grew up and lived in Texas. She also seemed to have picked up at least some Spanish. He found that out when one student decided that 'A stupid American couldn't possibly teach them properly.' He responded less than appropriately by calling him a 'polla' Pony started to giggle madly.
When he met the second-year classes, they were more receptive than the first and far more polite. Many of them were hanging on every word he was saying; some were even taking notes. The third years were far more relaxed but just as polite.
One young man he encountered seemed to think that he was hilarious, which he was, to a point. Some of his jokes fell flat, but a few stuck, and he had to collect himself before he could continue answering questions.
"Now you've met all the hero classes we have to offer. Let's go eat some lunch, we'll have a busy afternoon and will need the energy." Toshinori led him to the teachers' lounge, where some of the teachers were already there eating. One looked like a human brick, one was a woman in an extremely tight-fitting outfit, and one was a man dressed very similarly to him.
The three other teachers looked at him when he entered the room. The brick man introduced himself as Cementoss and went back to eating out of his bento box. The woman and the other man were more conversational.
"Oh ho ho, who are you?" The woman approached him closer than he would prefer, her blue eyes were scanning him. The other man got up from his seat behind her, his red poncho was fluttering behind him. With a very stereotypical accent, the man said, "Howdy partner. I'm Snipe. It's a pleasure to meet you. Even if you stole my costume."
Choosing to ignore the woman, he walked closer to Sipe. "Likewise, amigo. Names Ranger. And for the record, I got more rights to that their costume design than you do."
"Is that so? Why don't we have a duel for it then?"
"Let me guess. At High noon? In the courtyard? For everyone to see?"
"Precisely."
Both of them kept their eyes locked on each other the entire time, not moving an inch. None of the other teachers made a sound as the two gunslingers stared each other down. Then as one, they clasped hands in a rough handshake.
"You're really committed to that western bit, ain't ya?"
Snipe responded with a laugh, "You saw through that, huh? Well, it ain't as if you lived in the west at all!"
He laughed along with Snipe and asked, "I assume your packing."
"Of course." He pulled out his specialized revolver and handed it to Jonathan, who gladly accepted and pulled out his own revolver.
Snipe handled the large piece with reverence. "Whoa, this's got some punch behind it, don't it?"
"Hell, yeah, it does. What's the capacity for this little monstrosity?"
"Twenty, .357. And don't call it a monstrosity."
"Apologies, .357, you say. Not bad, adequate stopping power." He brought it up and pointed the barrel to the far wall. "Must be a pain in the ass to aim with just a sight at the end of the barrel."
"My quirk makes up for that. It's called Homing. I'm sure you can figure out what it does."
He offered snipes revolver back to him and took his own back. Jonathan decided to get fancy when putting his revolver away by spinning it counterclockwise into his holster. He smugly said, "Bet you can't do that with your piece."
"Not even gonna try."
Snipe sat back down in his chair and pulled out his lunch. The woman tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Hi. I'm Nemuri Kayama, more commonly known as the R-Rated hero Midnight. It's a 'pleasure' to meet you."
"Ranger." He turned around and found a seat by Snipe and pulled out a lunch from his carry-on he was lugging around still. It was a simple meal, a sandwich, some chips, and a Texas peach.
"The silent type, huh? I like that. Maybe we can become better acquainted later."
'I really hope she isn't like that around the students.'
He pushed the two buttons on his helmet's underside, and there was a hiss as the suit unsealed, and the helmet lock disengaged. Kayama kept her eyes trained on him but kept up a conversation with Toshinori and Cementoss. He pulled up, and the helmet came off easily. He put it next to him, within easy reaching distance in case he had to put it on. He pulled out his large combat knife and cut the peach in half. He popped the half into his mouth and chewed it quickly. He was in the process of prying the pit out of the other half when the door opened again.
One of the men who walked in loudly exclaimed, "I'm starving, folks."
He said, with a grin, "Hi, starving, I'm Ranger. Nice to meet you!" he couldn't help it. Just as he said that he managed to pry the peach pit out but somehow caused it to fly up, and out of pure reflex, he caught it without dropping the knife or the other half of the peach.
The man gave him a look of wonder and awe at what Ranger just did.
"If you're that fast, I wonder how fast you'll be in bed." Purred Nemuri Kayama.
"Uhhhhhhhhh. What?"
Ranger watched in curiosity as the students of 1A stepped out of the changing rooms and into one of the training cities. A few of them had costumes that he approved of, most of them he either found them impractical or just downright ridiculous. "They look so cool, don't they, Ranger?" he was blindsided by All Might's sudden appearance at first, but quickly put two and two together when All Might suddenly appear, and Toshinori seemingly ceased to exist.
"Oh yeah, they look great."
"I feel like you do not mean what you say."
"Wow, it's like you can read my mind, Toshi."
"Toshi?"
"You don't like Toshi? Okay, Toshinori. What do you want me to call you?"
All Might froze. "You already know? H-How? Who told you?"
"Know what? That your All Might? I thought that was public knowledge?"
"No, that I'm Toshinori. How did you know?"
Toshinori's expression was far more serious than it should have been. "I thought it was obvious. When I was with Toshinori, All Might was never seen. You're kinda hard to miss. Then when All Might came to play, Toshinori vanished without a trace. I'm not some spring chicken, not to blow my horn or anything but, I'm really good at my job. The devils in the details."
"I'll believe you for now." He turned to class 1A "Greetings! Today's exercise will be a hostage situation. Now come forward and draw a number!"
'Oh, this is going to be a long day.'
Once all of the groups had been chosen, the groups made their way to the observation room save for the two groups currently going through the hostage situation. There were four students per group. The first group was Kaminari, Sato, Shoji, and Iida. The second was Midoriya, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Ashido. Their goal was to defeat the 'villains' the rescue the 'hostages.' The villains were group two. The hostages were a couple of other teachers, and the heroes were group one.
He knew that the heroes would have an uphill battle from the start since there were hostages in the mix. But a quick glance at the skill sets and quirks of group two, he knew that the heroes were now facing an impossible battle. Kaminari couldn't just zap the building because of the hostages, Sato, while strong, would be easily overpowered by Midoriya. Shoji was better at recon, and Iida was really the only person in the hero group that stood much of any chance at obtaining any sort of forward progress. He pulled out a small notepad that he carried around for statements and a pen to take notes with.
Once both teams were ready, the hero team sped off into the building, quickly searching floor by floor for the villains and the hostages. Momo had spent her time well setting traps in places where the heroes were most likely to travel. While Shoji had managed to locate where the villains and hostages were, he couldn't pinpoint the locations of the traps that Yaoyorozu had set.
The first trap they came across was a claymore that exploded and covered Kaminari in capture tape. Then when the heroes were distracted, both Ashido and Midoriya came out of hiding and rushed them. Ashido managed to wrap some capture tape around Sato, but Midoriya couldn't get either Shoji or Iida. Ashido and Midoriya focused on trying to tape Iida Shoji managed to sneak off.
He burst into the room where the hostages were and was frozen in place by Todroki. The battle below was going much better for the heroes than the villains. Iida had managed to wrap capture tape around Ashido and evaded Midoriya. He ran as fast as he could in the direction that Shoji did, and after some searching, he also found the room where the hostages were. Iida somehow managed to dodge Todoroki's ice attack and rushed forward in an incredible burst of speed and 'freed' both Midnight and Ectoplasm.
All Might cried into the microphone, "Heroes win!"
Once all of the students had assembled in the observation room, All Might had declared Iida as the MVP. The boy had a proud look on his face when All Might said this. "Do you have anything you wish to add, Ranger?"
"Actually, I have a few things." He pulled out his notepad from earlier and started to flick through the pages as he walked up to the front of the room.
"First off, congratulations are in order for the villain group."
The room practically erupted, "But they lost!" yelled Kirishima.
"Let me explain my reasoning. This exercise was incredibly flawed. First off, 'villains' aren't going to hold back in the slightest when fighting heroes. To them, its to the death. Second, they able to 'kill' the entire hero team. Kaminari got himself killed right off the bat. Sato was killed in the surprise attack. Iida managed to fend off the villains. Finally, Shoji got killed trying to rescue hostages on his own. Iida, what you should have done was retreat not move further into the compound."
"What kind of hero would I be if I didn't try and rescue innocents!"
"You can't help anyone if you're dead. Plus, you have valuable information that could be used to storm the building. You knew where the hostages were, you knew two of the villain's abilities, and you knew that there were traps placed all throughout the building. That is incredibly valuable information. Not only were you hyperfocused on saving the innocents, but none of you also checked rooms or your corners. That could get you or someone else killed. Iida, you made a very critical mistake when you left Midoriya alive and relatively unharmed, which meant that if either Sato or Kaminari were still alive, they were now most certainly dead. Villains, in my opinion, not only made it near impossible to get the hostages out of the building, but they all survived, and none of the heroes got out. That's my two cents." He closed the notepad and tucked it back into his coat.
The room was filled with quiet murmurs, and All Might was left speechless. Aizawa grinned from where he was sitting and said, "I couldn't have said it any better, Ranger."
The rest of the scenarios went about, as well as the first did.
Once Aizawa had left with the students, All Might and Jonathan began to make their way to the faculty room. While walking, smoke started to envelop All Might. Jonathan grew incredibly worried about the man, mostly because usually people don't just start smoking. A puff of smoke blocked All Might from vision, then when the smoke cleared, a skeletal and frail man was standing where All Might stood previously.
"Explain. How did you know about my secret?"
It took a moment for Jonathan to collect himself. "I had my suspicions when you, this you, disappeared, and All Might appeared. Principle Nezu told me that All Might was injured during the USJ incident last week. But, for some reason, there wasn't a scratch on All Might when he showed up. But they're just so happened to be a man with the same blue eyes and hair color before All Might appeared. It's the classic Superman/Clark Kent; my disguise is glasses thing."
Toshinori gave him a stern glare, most likely trying to discern any deception behind his words. Then he sighed and said, "I believe you. But I will keep my eye on you none the less. My current state is a closely guarded secret by only those who are close to me. You would have found out eventually, but only after the rest of the staff and I could fully trust you."
'I feel like he's hiding something else. Something big, something important. Mysteries abound.'
"Now that you have seen what class 1A has to offer, what are your thoughts?"
"They're rough. But with time and patience, I'm sure that their kinks will be worked out, and some of them can become great heroes. I'll cut them some slack since it's their first year. But if by the end of this year, if there isn't any major improvement, there is going to be little hope of ever training them into heroes."
Toshinori secretly agreed with him but still held out hope that a majority would become heroes, if not all, of class 1A. "Which student do you believe has the greatest potential?"
"It's too early to call just yet. They've just started to learn the in's and out's of being a hero, and none of them can clear a room to save their lives, literally."
"But if you had to choose?"
He thought for a moment before coming up with seven names "Ashido, Asui, Hagakure, Kirishima, Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Yaoyorozu."
"What about young Midoriya? He has plenty of potential."
"He shows plenty of drive. He has a good head on his shoulders and a hell of a good heart, but he needs to be able to back that up. Right now, he can barely hold his own against his classmates. I'd even go so far as to say he's had no formal training up to this point. Which honestly doesn't surprise me."
"Why is that?"
They had made it back to the faculty room. "Back in the States, High School is just that, nothing like this. No fancy schools dedicated to becoming heroes. Sure, there are extracurricular classes that slowly introduce those who want to become a hero into different aspects of what heroes do. But once someone graduates High School and they want to become a hero, they join an academy where they are broken down and remolded into a hero."
"I knew things were different, but it sounds as if you were trained by the military rather than a Hero school."
They entered the faculty room.
"It's more like a police academy actually. You learn how to keep people safe and bring a criminal to justice without having to do anything too drastic. They teach you how much force you should use in any given situation. I'm certified in fieldwork, special operations, and support work."
"Support work, you're a support hero?" The question came from a man who seemed to be wearing a large yellow excavation claw. If he remembered correctly, he was Higari Maijima, one of the support Heroes at UA.
"Not exactly, with the support work certification, I can defuse bombs, tackles locked doors, or clear a car off the road."
"Oh, so you don't make anything."
"Nope."
The man sighed and turned back to the mountain of paperwork he was doing. Toshinori guided him over to a desk in the far corner. "This is going to be your desk. This one is mine so if you have any questions or want to come up with ideas, then feel free to talk with me. He was pointing to a desk that was about three feet behind his own.
"Will do."
The bell rang, and the sounds of classroom doors opening on the lower levels could be heard along with students' chatter.
"Well, that's the day. Do you have any questions?"
"None that I can think of."
"If you think of any, here's my number."
"I'll keep that in mind."
On the far side of the room, a man Jonathan hadn't met before stood up from his desk. He was massive; he had biceps the size of Jonathan's head and was a good foot taller than he was, and what appeared to be a muzzle over his elongated mouth.
"I guess I *growl* better go make sure that the *growl* third years are supervised during *growl* training."
He approached the hulking man and asked, "Mind if I tag along? Names Jonathan by the way, but you can call me Ranger."
The large man looked down at him, sniffed, and then replied, "I don't see any problems. I'm Ryo Inui, the Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog." *Howl*
"Fantastic." Muttered Ranger.
The door to the training ground had several students gathered around it, chatting excitedly. "Afternoon Mr. Hound Dog, sir!" a student said. He recognized the student as the one that tried to make him laugh earlier. "And a good afternoon to you, Mr. *growl* Togata."
"Ohhhhhh is the new teacher going to be observing our afternoon training too?" a girl with cyan hair bubbled.
Hound Dog nodded and unlocked the door letting the students in. Both he and Hound Dong followed them into the building, and the students spread out, paring off into groups of three or four. Togata, the girl with the bubbly personality, and a boy who looked like he wanted to disappear gathered and started stretching. They talked easily with one another as they did, then once they were all limbered up, they each got into a fighting pose. Togata raised his fists, the girl started to float spirals of energy coming from her hands and feet, and the boy raised both of his hands, his fingers stretched out.
Intrigued, Jonathan kept an eye on the trio. As one, they all sprang forward, the girl flew and tried to kick Togata in the face. When her foot contacted his face, it just passed right through and yelling, "POWER!" Togata jabbed her in the stomach. She grunted in pain and tumbled to the ground.
The other boys' fingers suddenly changed to tentacles and surrounded Togata. The boy managed to get ahold of him, but once Togata realized what was happening, he had phased through the tentacles and fell through the ground. A second later, Togata popped out of the ground, stark naked, and delivered a vicious punch to the boy's stomach. The boy toppled over and clutched his belly in pain.
Togata quickly grabbed his pants and hurriedly put them back on. He stood up straight and tall, laughing as he said, "I guess I win again."
The girl, still holding her stomach, pouted and whined, "No fair. You always go for the stomach."
Jonathan decided to enter the conversation. "There's no such thing as a fair fight. He won fair and square."
Togata looked at him and said, "Thanks, Mr. Ranger, right?"
"Just Ranger is fine."
The trio nodded, and Togata got a gleam in his eyes. "You're the new combat instructor, right? So, you must be skilled at fighting! Want to go a couple rounds?"
"Sure, why not. Let me stretch first."
He did a few quick stretches and got into a ready stance. He turned his body so that it was perpendicular to Togata, one fist was raised in front, one was kept close to his body. Togata got into his fighting stance, and many of the other students stopped their training to watch the new teacher face off against the best their class had to offer.
"My bets on Togata."
"No way is he gonna bet Mirio."
"Togata is gonna wipe the floor with him."
Togata had a broad smile and made the first move. He ran full tilt at Ranger; it was apparent what he was going to do.
'He's in for one hell of a surprise.'
As Togata came within striking distance, Ranger spun, his right leg coming off the ground. The kick was aimed directly at Togata's side.
"POWE-" he was cut off when Ranger's combat boot hit home, surprise and pain flashed across Togata's face, and he stumbled to the side. Ranger quickly recovered and moved behind Togata, kicked his knees, and secured Togata in a chokehold. The teen struggled for a few moments before he tapped on Rangers' arm, signaling that he gave up. Ranger let go and hoisted a coughing Togata up by his elbow; he made sure that there wasn't any permanent damage and that he was physically mostly alright. His pride though, definitely took a few blows.
The room was in total silence as they had realized that Ranger just beat Togata in a head-on fight. Togata was the first to say anything. "I did not expect that. Just goes to show I've got a lot more to learn!" he laughed loudly. "You were amazing! I've never seen anyone beat Mirio in a head-on fight before!" exclaimed the girl. "My names Nejire Hado! And that is Tamaki Amajiki!" Hado pointed to the meek boy who raised his hand and looked away.
"What's your quirk? It must be super strong if you can beat Mirio! Or is it some device? You come from America, right? What's it like there? Are there a lot of heroes? Are you one of the top-ranking heroes there or one of the mid-ranked heroes? Do you always wear that armor? Is that a gun? Can I see it? Why do you have one?"
Hado bombarded him with so many questions he could barely keep track of what questions she asked. "You shouldn't ask so many questions, Nene! Let the man answer one at a time." Scolded Togata.
"Mechanical Comprehension, it's not my quirk that did that, I do have a device that makes quirks difficult to use around me, yes, it's very different from Japan, if I remember correctly, there are sixteen thousand four hundred and eleven current heroes working in the states, I'm rank twenty-seven in the country, and fourth in the state of Texas, no I do not wear my armor all the time, yes it is, no you can't, because I do."
Hado grinned and giggled "You remember all that?"
"It's both a blessing and a curse." Answered Ranger in a monotone.
The other students went back to training with each other, but every now and again, a group would ask him for some pointers, which he gladly gave.
After all the year three students left for the day either going home or to work studies Jonathan and Hound Dog made their way back to the faculty room. He opened the door and sat down at his desk and took off his helmet.
"How did it go?"
"Well, all things considered. I think I made an impression on them, so that's good."
Toshinori grinned. "That's good to hear. How did you manage that?"
"Oh, one of the kids asked to spar a little. I thought I'd indulge them a little. A Mirio Togata."
The other man froze, "And how did that go?"
"Oh, I kicked his ass, taught him a few things, and gave some advice to students every now and again."
"You beat him? How? His quirk makes him practically invulnerable!"
"I got a nifty little device that emits a certain frequency that disrupts quirks within a set range. But it only works on quirks that aren't mutation types. And it only affects people within a meter of me."
"That is a useful device. I've never heard of a device like it before; where did you get it? Or did you make it yourself?" Asked Toshinori.
Across the room, Maijima perked up at the conversation. "No, I can't invent something like that. I have a friend that made it for me. The US army uses a similar device that's more powerful, but they don't like sharing, so she had to make her own. If you want her contact info, I got it, and you two can geek out about inventions all day long."
The last part was directed to Maijima, who turned around and said, "She wouldn't mind, would she?"
"Doubtful, she loves talking shop with anyone she can talk to. It would actually be helpful if she could talk with someone who spoke the same language. Especially for the rest of the agency and me. I can't tell you how many times she's tried explaining how my mobility enhancer works."
Maijima gawked at him. "You have mobility enhancer gear? How does it work? Does it let you move faster and lift more?"
"I have no idea how it works, but yes, it does let me do all that." He handed Maijima a card with Nicky's information on it. Maijima slid the card into his desk, promising he'll get in touch with her as soon as possible.
Once he finished his conversation with Maijima, he talked with Toshinori about the year three students and organized his desk. He asked Toshinori to give him directions on the quickest way to get to his new apartment across the city. Once he had his directions, he grabbed his stuff, and with his armor still on, he exited UA.
As he walked down the street, people gave him a wide birth, he didn't blame them. He looked down at the map and groaned. Even though Toshinori had given him comprehensive instructions on how to get to his new home, he somehow managed to get lost again. Though, this time no one tried to mug him.
'I can't believe I got lost twice in one day.'
He readjusted the bag on his shoulder, his mobility enhancing gear hidden just underneath the exterior of the armor wined slightly as it compensated for the heavy load he was carrying. He tried figuring out where he was based on the stores around him to no avail. They all blended, and the map wasn't the best. It showed major landmarks, tourist traps, and public transportation routes. He pulled out his phone, but he wasn't getting any signal still. 'Thanks, Sprint.' He tucked his phone back into a pocket on his coat's interior, looked around, and kept walking.
As he was walking down the street, he felt a tap on his right shoulder. "Excuse me, Mr. Villain, but could I get you to surrender?"
'Villain?'
He turned around and found himself looking at a recognizable person, after all, who else had ears that large and noticeable. But for the first time, he noticed just how short she was compared to him. He wasn't tall back in the states, standing at a comfortable five-foot-ten, but he was practically a giant compared to her five-foot-two inches. However, her ears added on about another foot, maybe a foot and a half, which made her appear larger than she actually was.
A smug grin adorned her face, and her red eyes gleamed in the near darkness. She had one hand on her left hip and had all her weight on her right leg. She seemed not to recognize him, but he was wearing bulletproof armor and helmet. "Well, you gonna surrender, or am I gonna have to beat your ass into next week?"
"Nice to see you too. I'm not a villain. We met earlier in an alley. Remember?"
"We met earlier, you say. When? I meet a lot of strange men in alleys."
He tried to hold back a snigger. "Early this morning, you stopped three guys from mugging me and gave me directions."
She thought for a moment, her foot rapidly beating against the sidewalk. Then she realized, "You're that American!"
"That I am."
"What are you doing out here?"
"I'm trying to find my way home. But I appear to be lost…. again."
Miruko chuckled, "You ain't that good at reading maps, are you?"
"I will have you know I earned several merit badges that required me to be proficient in orienteering."
She cocked her head to the side and shifted her weight to her other leg. "What?"
"It means I'm good with a compass and map. I just can't find where I am."
"Ah, let's see." She took the map from him and started to examine it. She looked around and back at the map, then looked around some more. Then dramatically said, "I have no idea where we're at!"
She crumpled up the map and tossed it into the nearest trashcan.
'My map!'
He sighed and asked, "What about looking it up on your phone. I don't have service here, but surely you do."
She gestured at her outfit and asked, "Does it look like I have anywhere to put my phone?"
"Touché."
They looked around a little more before Miruko crouched down a little and jumped. She managed to jump high enough to see over the buildings, even though they were seven stories tall. Before she landed, she did a mid-air jump that slowed her down enough to land on the sidewalk without hurting herself.
Jonathan whistled. "Damn, that was one hell of a jump you just pulled off."
"Oh, that was nothin, I think I saw the train station that way." She pointed down the street in the opposite direction he was heading earlier.
They started walking down the sidewalk. People began to stare at them, whispering something that he couldn't hear, but Miruko's ears were twitching up a storm. He finally caught what one of them said, "Is that a new hero? Did they team up with Miruko? I thought she didn't do team-ups."
'Ignore them, it'll be easier.'
"What's it like being a hero in America."
"Nothing like this. People don't ogle us as much."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you Japanese seem to have a hero society, we don't."
"How do you make your money then?"
"We're police officers, marshals, rangers, state troopers, agents, law enforcement agents. We get a salary that's paid by the government. We do have agencies of sorts, but their more like glorified police stations. We get grants based on how well the 'agency' preforms."
"You don't sell merch?"
"No."
"Huh, its more about getting the job done rather than publicity sounds like."
"Yup."
In the distance, he spotted the train station and pointed it out. He thanked Miruko, and they went their separate ways. After boarding the train, it took a couple of minutes to get to where he was supposed to get off. He made his way down the sidewalk and found the apartment complex. Four tall buildings each numbered. If he remembered correctly, he lived in the building with the two on it in room 243.
He walked into the reception area and talked with the clerk behind the counter. He got the key to the apartment after some checking and made his way up to the fourth floor. He found room 243 and unlocked the door.
The apartment was smaller than he was used to, but he would manage. He walked in and set his stuff down on the couch. He changed out of his armor and hung it in the master bedroom and changed into a loose-fitting shirt and some basketball shorts. He made himself a dinner of instant ramen and watched the news.
After throwing the empty ramen cup away, he cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and into the master bedroom. Making sure to set the alarm so he would get to UA on time, he laid down on the bed and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
That's a wrap folks, its longer than the original, much longer but hopefully y'all enjoyed it. I did end up making a few tweaks to the story, but those should be obvious as more chapters come out.
I do not own My Hero Academia and Probably never will, Rangers armor is based off the Riot Gear from Fallout New Vegas and as such I do not own that as well.
This story is also loosely based off of other fanfictions that I have read. Any persons or events that mirror reality or another story are completely accidental. If anyone wants to see any specific quirks or have any ideas about quirks, they would like to see in the story let me know and I'll see about adding them.
The next chapter should be ready by the third of October.
Stay safe, be kind, and remember kids, if someone says they have candy don't believe them (if they have free wifi though, go for it.)