Team STIK (Strike)

by Aragon365

One born without the power to make a difference. Another gifted with an incredibly powerful dual semblance. One who wishes to live up to his elder brother. And a faunus whose anger makes him almost as brutal as the Grimm. At Beacon Academy, these four unlikely souls would meet, and forever change the face of Remnant. These are their exploits. (Discontinued)

11. New Weapon, New Friends

A/N: Hello everyone! It's me, back again with another chapter! And a whole day early! Hope you all continue to enjoy this story!

Also, slight gore warning for the beginning. Sorry.

Edit (11/18/18): I was right, at least thus far. Another batch of A/N deletions and rewordings. Hopefully that makes things more bearable.

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Chapter 11: New Weapon, New Friends

The streets of Vale were calm at this time of day, though it was fairly near the afternoon's end. It was only a few months away from the beginning of the Vytal festival, and the mood was overall very cheery. Several banners and balloons had been replaced over the last week to keep in harmony with the general mood, which was still extremely happy, giddy and optimistic.

Dabi did not share this mood. In fact, the only real moods he'd had ever since the experiments were gloomy indifference, rage, and annoyance. Now normally, Dabi was a very calm and accepting person, very rare to anger, and even ran along with some of his partner's... unusual habits.

But by Oum, these three tested his temper every millisecond he was with them.

The first was one Himiko Toga, who he'd met a few weeks ago when they'd first joined with the Lodge of Criminals. She was an incredibly bubbly blonde mountain lion half-faunus with a sadistic streak that would give Jack the Red Ripper a run for his money. She'd been assigned as his main partner, and while he could tolerate her "love stories," her habit of becoming other people and cutting them into "sizeable pieces" was going to cause him to pop a blood vessel, and he wasn't even twenty yet.

The next was Emerald Sustrai, a thief born in the deserts of Vacuo and raised in Mistral's criminal underworld who had a very bad habit of stealing wallets, even the ones she didn't mean to. Like his. Constantly. Appearance-wise, she had medium-brown skin and dark-red eyes. Her hair was a light, mint-green cut with a straight fringe and bangs, as well as two long locks on each side in the back. She wore two bronze-colored rings on her middle fingers as well as a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her attire consisted of an intricate white top and an olive-colored crop top, on the back of which was her personal emblem, which was, ironically enough, an emerald. She also wore a wooden bead chain on her left hand. This was accompanied by white pants and brown chaps that ended at her calves and an overlong belt, twice-wrapped, where she kept her weapons as well as a single pouch.

And finally, there was Mercury Black, son of the international assassin Marus Black. His eyes and hair were the same silvery gray, though he was the same age as them, which was partially slicked back while the front of it was unkempt. He wore a slate gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket that covered his upper body, as well as sets of rerebraces and vambraces to protect his arms. He also wore dark brown pants held up by a black leather belt with golden hole outlines and the buckle, and his boots were jet black, hiding his prosthetic legs from view.

Dabi's opinion of them?

If he were anyone else other than Cinder or Tomura, they would've been damn near intolerable.

Luckily, Dabi had god-like patience and was able to tolerate them, for the most part. He often spent his days off alone, and far away from any of his "teammates" so that he could relax and, at times, get some much-needed stress relief. Not the sexual kind. The violent kind. There were actually plenty of underground fighting rings around Vale, as long as you knew where to look for them. But I digress...

Emerald, after faking getting lost and stealing the shop owner's wallet, walked past them, Mercury beginning their conversation by saying, "I knew you were lost," rather sarcastically to Emerald. The girl turned towards him, stolen wallet in hand, responding with, "Mercury, I will seriously pay you to shut the hell up."

"That's not even your money."

"But it could be yours for five short minutes of silence."

It was at this moment that Dabi grabbed the wallet out of Emerald's hand, took out the Lien, and tossed the useless piece of leather aside, adding the money in his hand to his own wallet. Emerald, not used to being stolen from, nearly yelled, "Hey, what the hell?!"

"First come first serve. Also, don't try to steal my wallet again, or I'll make a habit of stealing yours."

"Like you even could!"

Sparks flew between them before Himiko started gushing over a random person she'd dismembered just a few weeks ago. "Aww, this reminds me of one of my boyfriends! He was so toned and rich and tender. Ah! Such a pleasant scream!" This and several other sadistic acts were committed before the boy finally bled to death. Dabi shivered at the memory. He never wanted to stand guard for Himiko's "hobby" ever again if he could help it.

"How much farther?" Mercury asked, already bored with the situation.

"Just another block or so." Emerald curtly answered.

"Uugh, this place is so freakin' boring." He said, obviously not impressed with what Vale had to offer.

"You really haven't seen this cities underbelly if you think this is all there is to Vale," Dabi said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mercury responded, only the slightest bit of hostility in his voice.

"That you have no taste, Merc," Emerald said before Dabi could further retort to Mercury's previous statement. "Besides, I kinda like it here. Tall buildings, diverse culture-"

"And nice dopey people who're easy to pickpocket."

"Those are in every city." Emerald waved a wallet in front of him, prompting Dabi to search the pocket where he normally kept his, which he found to be empty. That little-

Catching himself, Dabi breathed in and out, just like he'd been taught all those years ago. Stay calm, he told himself. Don't cause a scene.

When Mercury and Emerald had finished with their shenanigans and Himiko began to gush over a thief she'd dissected a few years prior, they'd finally managed to reach their destination. "Tukson's Book Trade" was clearly printed at the top of the entrance of the store in faded bronze before they entered the musty shop, which, conveniently for them, was empty of customers.

A man could be heard rummaging around in the back, humming an oddly familiar tune. Dabi and Mercury went to the right side of the store while Toga giddily skipped off to the left, where the 'romance' section was located. Emerald opted to be first engagement, ringing the bell at the front desk, prompting a "Be right there!" to emerge from the back of the shop where the owner was currently sorting various books.

The man, Tukson, Dabi presumed, came out of the back balancing two stacks of books with his hands that were pressed against his chest. As he put them down, he greeted Emerald. "Welcome to Tukson's Book Trade, home to every book under the sun! How may I help you?"

"Just browsing." Mercury responded, Dabi simply nodding along for effect, while Himiko yelled from the 'romance' section, "I'm not!"

Emerald played off of this, asking Tukson, "Actually, my friend's been looking for a hardcover copy of 'The Thief and The Butcher' for a while now. Do you have any?"

"Yes, we do. They should be near the back of the horror section."

"Thank you, mister!" Himiko again shouted from the now confirmed horror section with glee, obviously happy that she could finally read the story she'd been obsessed with finding for the past month. It was fairly hard to get modern books when you live in far-eastern Anima, which was where she'd lived for the past few years. Moving on...

Mercury decided that it would be a good idea to loudly slam one of the books that he'd picked up shut as loudly as he could. While Dabi had to reign in his anger just the tiniest little bit, Emerald and Himiko hardly even noticed, the latter continuing to giddily hum something from the horror section whilst the former asked Tukson yet another question. "What about Violet's Garden? In paperback."

"He's got it. In hardback too." Mercury lifted up the book they were currently discussing, to which Emerald responded, "Ooooo, options are nice to have."

Mercury opened up the book in his hands only to scoff and say, "Meh, no pictures." before slamming the book shut, causing Dabi's mindset to change back to the mission at hand. Is he testing the sound capacity?

"Hey, lemme see that." Mercury handed him the book, asking, "Why would you even wanna read this? It's a tragedy."

Dabi briefly responded with, "Haven't read it yet. Besides, I like tragedies," opening the book the second afterwards, cutting off all further response. He then slammed the book shut, almost as loudly as Mercury did, muttering "Need to get one in paperback," under his breath as he listened closely to the echo of the sound for a few seconds, finding that the sound had reverberated through the walls. I see. So, this place is soundproofed. He's been expecting this for a while.

Mercury, now in need of something to entertain himself, for the next few minutes asked Tukson, "Hey! Do you have any comics?"

"Near the front."

"Oh!" Emerald exclaimed in fake surprise when she asked the 'signal question,' something Mercury and Himiko had reluctantly agreed to while they were planning this job. Dabi had opted to remain silent for it. "What about... Third Crusade?"

At the mention of that particular book, Tukson clammed up for a good seven seconds before he responded in an apologetic tone, "I... don't believe we carry that one."

The banter then continued on until they somehow started arguing about the catchphrase. It was a rather tedious argument, and one that quickly desisted into a serious tone. Mercury then began closing the windows, ensuring that no one from the outside would be able to look in and see what they were about to do. Dabi glanced across the room, seeing Himiko with a giddy look on her face and the flick-open knives that were usually hidden in her sleeves at the ready. Dabi, similarly, put his book back on the shelf, taking note of it so that he could come back for it later, and reached inside of his jacket, taking hold of the grip of his Colt Python Revolver/single edged straight sword, the one he'd named Purgatory all those months ago.

"You know who we are, don't you?" Emerald asked, a smirk ever present on her face.

"Yes." Tukson sharply answered, the politeness he'd shown them earlier vanishing within a millisecond.

"And you know why we're here?"

"Yes." His eyes narrowed.

"So... are you going to fight back?"

His eyes flickered into cat slits, and his mouth twisting into a scowl as he answered, "Yes!"

He unsheathed his claws as he leapt onto the desk he once stood behind, deciding to try and take out the nearest combatant first, which was Emerald. He swung for the green-haired thief without forethought, missing her as she stepped aside for Mercury to take a shot at the man, grazing him in the shoulder with the shotguns built into his boots.

Tukson rolled on the ground, barely able to stand up as he held his injured shoulder filled with buckshot in one hand. He then heard the barely audible click of a gun hammer behind his head. If he had turned, he would've seen Dabi pointing Purgatory straight at him. Wordlessly, and without a moment of hesitation, Dabi pulled the trigger, not even blinking as Tukson's gray matter was sprayed out onto the carpeted floor in front of him, the man falling forward in what otherwise would've been considered an overdramatic fashion, his lifeblood pooling out and into the carpet.

Mercury, ever the complainer, said, "Damn it, Dabi. This is way too messy to get rid of quickly enough."

"I already had a plan for that, Mercury. Just let me get the books I wanted and I'll get rid of the evidence." Then he heard Himiko's adorable yet terrifying giggle as she approached the corpse, her knives ready to cut something open and into little, tiny pieces. "Once we get Himiko far away from this guy's corpse."

Mercury and Emerald, realizing what was about to happen, dragged Himiko by her sweater out the back door, which, thankfully for them, Tukson left unlocked. They found a dumpster in the back, which just so happened to be the perfect foothold for them to climb up to the rooftop next to the bookshop. Mercury, being the most experienced at these types of situations, instantly ran up the wall with practiced ease, reaching down to help up the other two still on the ground behind him.

Emerald, though reluctantly, accepted his gesture, and after she was up and on the roof, helped Mercury literally drag Himiko up to the roof while she complained, "No! Leggo! I wanna cut his body open!"

"No." They both answered her despair in simultaneous deadpan.

"Please?"

"Still no."

It was around this time that Dabi found his own way onto the roof, a white plastic bag full of various books in one of his hands, dangling carelessly from it. "Right, time to get out of here."

"What about the evidence?" Mercury asked as Dabi began to walk away, still worried about their cover.

"Oh, that." Dabi then turned around, saying to the others, "You may wanna stand back. This'll be pretty big."

Though they looked at him with doubt and confusion, they did what he asked and stood away from the building. Dabi then put his bag of books down next to him, then closing his eyes and concentrating, raising his hands as he did so. Then, the purple parts of his skin began to glow with strange writing in a dark auburn hue, almost like Vacuean runes. Dabi brought his hands together in a flash, causing a sharp crack to come from his hands. And in an instant...

… the entire shop was in dark-tinted flames.

Mercury and Emerald were shocked beyond belief. How? How did he have this much power? This could be enough to match Cinder's!

Himiko, ever the ignorant psychopath, hardly even noticed, instead looking over the edge to find someone to cut up into little tiny pieces.

Dabi, not at all impressed with the display he just put on, since he'd done similar thing so many times before back at the lab, once more grabbed his bag of books, turned from the crime scene and began walking away, saying to the others, "Let's get out of here before the hunters show up."

And so they left, another question hanging over their heads and an upset psychopath being dragged behind them.

(Maijima Gadgets and Guns, 12:37 am, one day later)

"The city of Vale is still shaken from the recent arson of a local bookstore by the name of Tukson's Book Trade. The shop was burnt to the ground, and hardly any of the original structure remained. The body of the owner was found hours ago by the police, who-"

Mei shut off the TV they kept behind the counter, any negative mood that would've ruined the day now dispersed. Izuku, however, looked at her with distraught, asking, "Mei, what the heck?! I was watching the news."

"It would've ruined the mood you're supposed to be in! Also, really? Heck? Don't you know how to swear?"

Izuku, knowing full well his problem with swearing in any fashion, blushed slightly at Mei's statement. "My mom always said that it was a rude thing to do, so I try not to."

"Only if you don't use the words appropriately, then it's considered rude. Now, enough pouting! There's a weapon for you to claim!"

Mei giddily skipped into the workshop, Izuku trailing behind her as she dove into the storage closet for the new weapon he'd requested a few weeks ago. He dug through the memories of the past two weeks, his mind now unmuddied and clear of its previous thoughts of the arson from not even a day earlier. Everything had returned to normal, for the most part. Torchwick had made his usual robberies, and evaded police and huntsman custody alike; it was as if he were shadow itself. Stain was also still at large, but he had yet to slay another huntsman, though his various sightings around Vale had still given him and his team, Tenya especially, many sleepless nights. He'd not yet officially reappeared, and whether or not that was a good thing, Izuku still didn't know. Only time would tell the answer to that question.

The gray-haired man who'd backed Torchwick up at the docks was also still at large. Izuku presumed that the two were working together since the large number of crooks he'd commanded showed up shortly after Torchwick had made the backup call. Who was he? Why was he helping Torchwick?

And why couldn't he shake the feeling that he had a bigger role to play in everything?

Izuku was shaken from those thoughts when Mei stumbled out if the storage closet, a large bundle in her hand, dusting herself off as she exited. She then turned to the blazer-wearing boy, saying, "Here it is! C'mon, let's see how you look with it!"

Mei practically shoved the bundle into Izuku's hands, causing the boy to stumble back slightly as he felt the weapon's unfamiliar weight. He soon steadied himself and regained his balance, and unwrapped the bundle.

It was a sixty-seven inch great sword that, while it did appear to be single-edged, as was the design of the nearly rectangular blade, with the exception of an right triangle-esque proportion taken off to make the tip; it was actually double-edged, though the one on the back was subtler than the one that could be seen on the front. There was no guard above the hilt, which was itself about one foot and six inches long and wrapped in leather with an X cross pattern. The blade itself was about a foot wide and forty inches long, with subtle lines throughout to allow for the transformation into its second form. It was tinted green, though it was darker in the base than at the edges, with Vaucean runes the same hue as the edges running along the back edge of the blade.

"How do I shift it into scythe mode?" He asked Mei, since he'd left the weapon building up to her this time.

She promptly answered, "Pull the pommel out slightly, twist it about halfway, then press it back in, that'll start the transformation. I even put little markers on there so you know where to stop!"

Izuku followed her instructions, finding that it did indeed have little brands of a small sword and scythe on opposite sides at the bottom of the handle, with the rounded pommel having just the tiniest little pointer arrow aimed towards the sword brand. Izuku twisted the pommel to the scythe and pressed it back inwards, beginning the transformation.

The sword blade curved outwards, the subtler edge now becoming more pronounced than its brother as it transformed into a large scythe blade. The handle then extended from only a measly nine inches to forty-five, now the same length as the previous mode, with two curves running throughout the handle structure, giving more versatility than a standard straight pole. But then, Izuku realized a tiny little detail he'd been neglecting till just that moment.

"I have no idea how to use either of these forms!"

Mei, not one for downers, tried to get Izuku's mood up as quickly as she could. "Well, didn't you say that two of your friends had weapons kinda like that one? Just ask them for help."

"But-"

"No buts! They're your friends, Izuku. They'll help you out if you ask them to, but only if you ask them to. So have confidence in the fact that they'll be there for you no matter what, alright?"

His solution to his once glaring problem now made clear, he thanked Mei for the advice, sliding on the magnetic holster of his sword/scythe onto his back, turning his weapon back into sword form and placing it there, the hilt coming over his right shoulder.

Then another question came to mind. "How did you even utilize Dust with this thing? Doesn't it usually disappear as soon as it's used up?"

Mei explained the best she could. "I'd tell you the specifics as to how it works, but that would take several hours of equations, theories, and questioning the laws of the universe as we know it than we have time for. What you should know is that despite common belief, it actually is possible to fuse Dust into weaponry and not have it be used up right away, you just have to know the right amounts.

"In most cases, like this one, you can do two things to charge and discharge the Dust I used when I made that sword/scythe of yours. One: you can charge it with your own Aura, which, while more efficient, can be extremely draining for people without an especially large Aura to charge it. Plus, it takes longer.

"The second and far more dangerous method is by having it absorb kinetic energy from attacks made by enemies, which it can then release as attacks that are of the same element or type of Dust that was used to forge the weapon in the first place. This method is quicker than charging it with your own Aura, but as I said earlier, it's way more dangerous, so be careful with it; and switch between these two methods when you feel like you have to, alright?"

"Got it! Thanks for the heads-up Mei. See you later!" Izuku began to walk towards the workshop when Mei stopped him, saying, "I've got something else for you, if you're interested."

Izuku, being the curious person he was, turned to see just what it was Mei had for him. She exited the workshop for a second time, and in her hands she carried a pair of black, fingerless gloves and a pair of forest green combat boots with black details and plating covering the toes, soles, and heels.

"What're those for?" Izuku asked, not knowing the occasion for this type of celebration.

"Happy late eighteenth Birthday, Izuku!" Mei exclaimed in excitement and glee, and gave her friend the tightest bear hug she could. Now, while Izuku wasn't exactly used to this much physical contact from anyone besides his mom and occasionally Yang, he was more shocked than embarrassed. In fact, he didn't really even feel all that embarrassed. He didn't see Mei 'like that,' just as a friend. Izuku returned the hug, though with far less pressure than Mei was giving, and they both broke away from it a few seconds later.

Mei then explained herself. "I heard that birthday happened a few months after you left for Initiation. What was the guy's name? Shoto... something? Anyway, I felt kinda bad about not getting you anything, so I made these in my spare time. I hope you like them."

Izuku, politely accepting the gifts he'd just been given, putting on the gloves first. At first glance, they were nothing all that special, but as Izuku put them on, he felt small, rounded pieces of plating sewn in front of each of the knuckles. Hello, sneaky advantage.

"They've got reinforced titanium plating in front of the knuckles, so they should last longer than your old gauntlets. No offense."

"None taken," Izuku replied as he pulled off his old boots, now scratched up and dirty from all the fights he'd been in, and slipped on the new ones that Mei had made for him. He immediately noticed that they were far lighter than he'd expected, what with the plating on them as well as the fact that they were combat boots. He also noticed a slight weight in the heel of the boots. What was this, some kind of hidden weapon?

That turned out to be exactly what it was, as Mei explained, "There are shotguns built into the heels of your boots, courtesy of moi. They're designed to fire whenever you kick, but you gotta kick pretty hard for the mechanism to fire."

"Thank you for the gift Mei, but... I don't know if I'll ever really use these. I mean, I'm going to try and learn two new styles of fighting. I may not be able to learn how to use these."

"I know, but it's better to have a backup weapon than no backup weapon. So, even if you never use them, you'll always have something to fall back on if you get captured or something along those lines.

"Well, that's all I had to say. See you later!" Mei said before she disappeared into her workshop, the sounds of tools already echoing from within, giving away that she was already working on another project she wouldn't reveal to anyone.

Izuku turned and left the store, a smile on his face and the confidence that this semester would at least be a tad bit calmer than the last one. That thought was immediately shot down when he remembered just who he was friends with.

(Beacon Academy, 1:24 pm, shortly after the food fight)

Izuku had, admittedly, seen a lot of cool things, what with the constant duels, Grimm hunts, and classroom spats over the year; and they were fairly entertaining, provided that you weren't a part of the action, of course. But as Izuku stepped into the mess hall and saw the carnage that the food fight had wrought...

"This puts everything cool I've ever seen to shame."

"I know, right?" a few people near him said with either glee, awe, or tactfulness.

Izuku turned to his right to see his team with the blonde monkey faunus who he'd seen on the docks earlier with Blake, along with a blue-haired teen who looked to be his teammate, and Kirishima and three other next to him in their school uniforms. The first was, surprisingly, a raven faunus, with feather hair swept back and a beak for a mouth. He was rather pale for someone hailing from Mistral, and his solid red eyes giving away the fact that he was definitely not native to Anima. His uniform was worn rather informally, the jacket unzipped and the white undershirt exposed and untucked, the black pants he wore having a few holes in them, and the white armband being the only thing about his uniform that was... well, uniform.

The second was a frog faunus who looked rather cute in her own way, her eyes much larger than her feather-haired teammates, solid black pupils in the center of them. Her hair was a shade lighter of green than Izuku's, coming down to the small of her back and tied in a bow near the bottom, with the bangs parted and tucked behind her ears. She was hunched over just the slightest bit, her uniform worn more properly than her teammate, though instead of a pair of black pants she instead wore a black and white checkered skirt, the same white armband in the same place as the raven faunus'.

The third was especially surprising, with bubblegum pink skin and horns that only seemed to give off her devilish prankster nature even more, she was a seahorse faunus, clearly giving away the fact that she was likely born near the sea, and definitely able to survive underwater for extended periods. Her hair was only the slightest shade lighter than her skin, and though it was cut short, it was quite disheveled, clearly screaming the fact that she was a tomboy and not afraid to admit it. She wore the same uniform as her peers, only with the shirt untucked, with the tail clearly visible underneath her jacket, and the same checkered skirt as her other female teammate.

Kirishima was the only one on his team to be wearing his hunter's outfit, for what reason Izuku didn't know. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind when the monkey faunus hopped over to him, putting an arm over his left shoulder, saying, "Hey, Neptune! This is that one guy I was telling you about! The one that took out the main boss of the goons at the docks with only his finger!"

The blonde boy, who he'd heard in passing was called Sun, had tanned skin and blue eyes, his hair short and spiky, though not nearly as much as Bakugo's. He wore two red wrist bracers over black fingerless gloves and an open loose-collared white jacket with no shirt underneath, displaying his muscular physique. He also wore blue cargo pants held up with a white belt. He wore white bandages on his legs and has a chain hanging from the belt loop on the right side of his pants. He also sported black and yellow sneakers and a pendant hanging from a black cord on his neck the bore the symbol of a monkey, likely a family emblem of some kind. He also had a prehensile tail near the small of his back, the only clue to his faunus heritage.

"C'mon, Sun. This kid? With only a finger? He looks like a speed fighter, not a strength fighter."

The one who'd answered Sun, the guy he called Neptune, was also tanned, and had dark-blue eyes and messy light-blue hair that was shaved on the sides and on the back, a style Izuku believed was called an undercut. He wore a white dress shirt and black tie under a red jacket adorned with a wide, upturned, black collar, and a silver reticle across the back. He also sported a pair of gray jeans with black padding strapped to the sides, as well as black shoes fastened with straps instead of laces. Izuku also noticed that Neptune had black fingerless gloves on his hands and a pair of yellow-tinted goggles worn on his forehead. All in all, Neptune looked like a cool guy, but by his tone, he wasn't exactly one to mince words either.

"I'm serious! One second, the guy had him pinned to the ground and the next, he flicked the bastard across the docks like a badass!"

"Really?" The raven faunus asked, intrigued by Izuku's feat that Sun was currently boasting about.

"Yeah! And the fight before it happened was freakin' awesome!"

"It seems farfetched, but I've never known you to lie, Sun. I'll take your word for it. Ribbit!" said the frog faunus, her thought to speech processor clearly missing from her head.

"Oh, um, hi there!" Izuku awkwardly greeted the three faunus. "Are you Kirishima's team?"

"Indeed, we are. Name's Tokoyami Fumikage. Pleasure."

"Tsuyu Asui. You can call me Tsu."

"And I'm Mina Ashido! I'm almost the leader of this fine team of ours!" The bubbly seahorse faunus introduced herself with happiness that was almost as infectious as Mei's. Almost.

"Is there any reason you're wearing your school's uniform rather than your hunter outfits?" Izuku asked, wondering why they were dressed as such while the others in the group weren't.

"Getting some holes patched up," Tokoyami explained.

"Resizing," Tsuyu said.

"Need a new jacket before I wear the rest of it," Mina said with her ever so infectious smile.

"So... Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mina, and Kirishima."

"Yep." They synched.

"And all together, we're Team TAKT, the manliest team on this side of Remnant!" Kirishima finished with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Is he always like this?" Izuku whispered to Tokoyami, who curtly answered, "You sorta get used to it after a while. He's so boisterous you'd think he was a rally speaker."

It was at this moment that Izuku noticed that someone was missing from the food fight group. All of JNPR had been splattered against the wall, Weiss was out cold on the floor, as was Blake, and Ruby was the only one on her team left standing. So...

Where was Yang?

As if to answer his question, a loud yell began descending from above the recently repaired mess hall. Assuming the worst, Izuku activated Full Cowl and jumped off of the various flagpoles on the walls, and jumped off with his arms outstretched, and caught Yang just as she crashed through the ceiling, their combined weight making them fall quickly to the floor, though not before Izuku managed to straighten himself, his feet now angled towards the ground. They landed with a loud crash, breaking the table underneath them, causing Goodwitch to nearly pop a blood vessel, but that wasn't on Izuku's mind at the moment.

He looked at the blonde brawler in his arms with concern filled eyes, not entirely sure whether or not she was conscious. That was soon remedied when Yangs amethyst orbs fluttered open and immediately began staring at Izuku's. They then both realized a little too late the position they were in, Yang hoping out of Izuku's arms while the green haired boy practically snapped his arms to his sides. They faced away from each other, Yang with only a slight blush while Izuku was practically a tomato.

"Did you see what I just saw?" Sun asked Shoto.

The half and half boy glanced at the blonde monkey faunus, then towards the two in the middle of the recently destroyed table. With only the slightest knowing smile on his face, he answered, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Izuku and Yang walked over to their respective teams, the former greeting his leader. "Hey, Shoto. Could I ask you for a-"

"You need help with swordplay?"

"How'd you know?"

Shoto pointed over his right shoulder, obviously eluding to the sword/scythe that now rested on Izuku's back. The green haired boy nodded in recognition, his training now secure. At least, with one teacher, but he would ask Ruby for her help later.

"So, what's its name?"

"I picked it on the way over here. Its name is Gale."

"Oddly fitting. Well, for our first training session..."

Glynda was about to let loose her wrath when a rather gangly hand was put on her shoulder. She glanced behind her to see Aizawa behind her, with Ozpin standing at a safe distance behind him. "Let it go, Glynda. They were just having some fun."

"They're supposed to be the defenders of our world, not... not this."

It was at this time that Ozpin took over. "And they will be. But that day is not today. For the moment, they're still children. So, instead of discouraging them, why not let them play the role for a little while. After all, they won't get to be children forever. We three know that better than most."

Glynda sighed, already knowing that the argument was lost. "Okay. But if they do anything like... that, ever again, they'll receive detention until the year's end."

Now satisfied, Ozpin let the room, leaving Aizawa and a very annoyed Goodwitch to corral the students out of the mess hall and repair the recently broken table.

A/N: And that's a wrap! Tell me what you thought of it! The feedback really helps me out, so thank you very much!

Also, I'm sorry that Kirishima and his team basically got the equivalent to cameos. They'll be more important in the next few chapters, specifically, Kirishima and Tokoyami.

Also, if you're wondering what happened with Dabi and the others when they got back to the hideout, it's basically the same thing, just with them making a few comments. It seemed rather tedious and kind of boring, so I edited it out. Sorry if you wanted to see that.

And a question for you all: Who do you ship with who? Let me know. I respond to all reviews when I'm able to. Thank you for your support on this amazing ride!

And now, the profile. I'll be a little unorthodox today, and give you Kirishima's profile as well as Izuku's updated profile. Here they are!

5-Eijiro Kirishima

Age: 17

Race: Wolverine Faunus

BDay: 10/16

Handedness: Right

Hair: Red and Spiky

Eyes: Red

Blood Type: O

Height: 5' 10"

Gender: M

Semblance: Rock Solid, allows Kirishima to harden his skin to the point of being nearly unbreakable, and sharpen it enough to cut through metal like butter. He has an ultimate defensive mode called "Red Riot Unbreakable," which turns his entire body extremely hard and rugged, giving him a rather monstrous appearance, but this form can only be maintained for thirty to forty seconds.

Weapon: Feral Blades, gauntlet/claw/shotgun hybrids with four blades and four shotgun barrels for each knuckle.

1-Izuku Midoriya

Age: 18

Race: Human

BDay: 07/15

Handedness: Right

Hair: Green and Messy

Eyes: Dark Green

Blood Type: O

Height: 5ft 8.5in / 174.27cm

Gender: M

Semblance: One for All, a power passed down willingly from person to person. This was given to Izuku by All Might, the most powerful huntsman to ever live. He cannot use it to its full potential, however, as even trying will force him to break his own limbs. He has a way to bypass this, a technique called Full Cowl, which, ironically enough, is the name he uses as a cover. Full Cowl can allow Izuku to safely tap into 5% of One for All's full power.

Weapons: Gale, a great sword/war scythe combo made with Dust infusion at just the right amounts, which allows it to use absorbed Aura or kinetic energy to release the element or type of Dust that made the weapon in the first place.

Shotgun Boots, fairly self-explanatory. Izuku has no use for them as of yet, but he will find a way to use them, as he always does.

Fighting Style: Currently in Training with Shoto and Ruby

And that's all for now! See you in the next one!

Next Chapter: September 4th