Le055Li0n: Adachi's real quirk is plot relevant epiphanies :D

Two parter here, second should go up the day after tomorrow if all things go to plan...

Season One, Episode VII

Training Days Part 1

. . .

Sen Shi

. . .

"Grandfather!" I had practically sprinted all the way home from the station, throwing open the doors to the dojo and running inside. My eyes darting around, "Grandfather? Are you here? I have news!"

"Sen," His voice sounded from nearby, deep and rough from age. "In this dojo you will address me proper."

Right, of course. "My apologies," I bowed my head as he stepped through a nearby archway. "Sensei."

My grandfather, my teacher, was a man in his late sixties. But he remained in great shape, wearing a loose white gi with no undershirt, showing off his scarred body and rigid muscles. He had silver hair, bound back into a pony-tail, as well as a thick bushy beard that just barely went past his neck. "Hmm, and you forgot to remove your shoes as well... Yes, I sense it," He scratched his chin, stroking that beard of his. "Your excitement is palpable, much different than when you returned from class yesterday... Has something happened with the Sports Festival?"

I lifted my head, nodding with a smile. "Your insight is on point as always, Sensei." I noted, "We will be competing, in a special event at the Festival."

He quirked an eyebrow at my response, "How interesting, come... I have prepared tea, give me the details." He motioned for me to follow, and I eagerly fell in line as we made way for the small garden out back.

"My friend, Adachi, he came up with the idea." I explained, doing my best to maintain my composure despite my excitement. "The Sports Festival will have an hour long intermission before the final event, so they are going to give us the last thirty minutes of that for a special preliminary match."

"A single match?" He questioned curiously, "How will that work?" As we stepped out into the pleasant little garden, a small stream running through it to a pond with a couple cherry blossom trees around the edges. We made our way to a small table, where the teapot was already waiting for us.

"We talked it over after getting the news today," I took my seat as well, while he poured the tea into small cups. "It's gonna be a battle royal!"

Which seemed to take my grandfather by surprise, "That is... An interesting idea."

"I think it'll definitely surprise everyone," I nodded, grinning. "Since we have an odd number of students, we can't just do a tournament, so we'll all be in the ring at once! The objective being to knock out your opponents, and the last student standing wins!"

Grandfather nodded his head slowly, taking a long sip from his tea. "It sounds like it will be quite a show... However, I do have reservations about putting you under such intense conditions."

"I understand your concerns," I replied calmly, "But even without my Quirk, I can hold my own well enough thanks to your training."

But he shook his head, "It is not your inability to activate the Quirk that concerns me, it is the potential dangers of you activating it at all."

"My quirk has never been that dangerous," I assured, "Just a speed and strength booster."

He closed his eyes, setting the teacup down. "Yes, but now that your teacher has confirmed my fears, that your Quirk is fueled by intense emotions, we have to assume that the more intense your emotions rage, the more power you will generate."

Confirmed his fears? Wait, "Are you saying you anticipated that my Quirk was tied to my emotions?"

To which he nodded, "Your Quirk and mine are virtually the same aside from their triggers," He explained, refilling his cup. "However, mine is stronger when I have peace of mind, so that is how I tried to train you... To maintain calm, collected thoughts." Before he sighed and shook his head, "But I realized early on, that your power responded much better to emotions, anger, frustration, excitement..."

"So why didn't you start training me to use those instead?" I questioned, suddenly feeling a little betrayed. "If I knew how to use my Quirk... Maybe I could have gotten into UA's main hero course!"

"Because you needed to master having a calmed mind before learning to use that power," He defended, never raising his voice. "Imagine, for a moment, if you did not have this tempered, calm disposition... How uncontrollable would your Quirk be, if you acted out in anger like that other girl in your class you mentioned, Ryoko." Opening his eyes, and giving me an intense stare. "Your power is dangerous, as are most Quirks, you needed to know how to control your emotions before you could learn to let them flow."

I bowed my head to him, "Of course, I understand your reasoning... I am sorry for doubting you, Sensei."

But he waved me off, "And now, to enter a battlefield that will no doubt be hectic, while the world watches?" He shook his head once more. "You will be under a lot of stress no doubt, and I fear what may come of it, but I also will not deny you this chance to grow and achieve your goals."

I raised my head, thinking over this revelation carefully. "Alright," I nodded, a determined smirk crossing my lips. "So I need to master keeping a level head while channeling my emotions? Well, the Festival is in two weeks! That's how long I have to train."

He caught on quickly, smirking as well while nodding. "Then we'd best get to it, but don't think that means I'll let you slack off in the rest of your training either."

"I wouldn't want to, even if you offered Sensei."

. . .

Kaiji Adachi

. . .

Two weeks, that was all the time we had to prepare for the big show. Every day of class was going to be intense training, Aizawa all but confirmed that. Though he hadn't been too happy about the change in plans, he did so some appreciation for my tenacity and resourcefulness. Or... Maybe he didn't, I am not really sure, its hard to read that guy. Either way, he demanded we all be in better shape and form for the event. We were still representing UA in some small way after all.

Which meant I needed to up my game, and there was only one way I could think of to do that. And it brought me to the Gym at UA, on the weekend when classes weren't in session.

"I want you to teach me how to fight better!"

The four armed firebrand stared back at me like I just told a bad joke, "... Did you hit your head or something?" Ryoko scoffed, "We're going to be enemies in the battle royal right, so why would I help you?"

"Because we're all in this together, right?" I tried appealing to her sense of decency, she had one of those right? "And I'm not asking you to teach me your moves, just... Give me some tips! Maybe spar a little..."

She rolled her eyes, picking up a few heavy dumbbells to curl as we spoke. "Why don't you go ask wonder girl? She seems to be the one with an actual fighting style."

"Yeah I don't exactly have time to pick up martial arts," Or any desire too, really. "But you and I are both... How do I put this..."

"Beasts?" She filled the gap, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, exactly." I nodded, "So give me some tips, please?" It was either this, or try to teach myself. "I'll owe you one."

She remained silent for a moment, before releasing an exasperated sigh. "Fine, whatever... But don't get the wrong idea, I'm only doing this because your face is the least annoying out of everyone in this stupid class and I could use a tougher punching bag."

I stifled a laugh at that, "Careful Ryoko, that almost sounded tsundere."

"And just like that you've made it worse for yourself, come on."

We made our way over to the sparring ring inside the gym. It was relatively small, not really large enough for us to go all out with our Quirks but good for some one on one. I took to my corner, while Ryoko stood in hers at the opposing end. "So, you're smart, what do you think my biggest problem is now?" I questioned curiously.

"You are incredibly naive."

I rolled my eyes, "I meant, for fighting."

"You are incredibly naive."

Okay, I should have seen that coming. "You aren't very helpful."

"Never said I would be," She shrugged, "Now pay attention, you want my advice? Throw your weight around, you aren't really a bad fighter but you aren't putting your all into your attacks." Ryoko scoffed, "That fight with Sen, you showed a pretty solid understanding of technique and how to use your tail, but you didn't show off any of the power you did during the evaluation test."

I mean, she wasn't wrong. "That's different," I defended, "In the evaluation I was fighting statues, I can't use that kind of power on a person... I could kill somebody!"

"Not if you learn to control your strength," She shook her head, "And you don't do that by not using it, that isn't control, that is ignoring it... When I fought the warping girl-"

"Suru."

"Whatever, when we fought did it look like I hesitated at all in punching her when she tried to get the drop on me?" Well, now that she mentions it- "No, I laid into her with all the force I knew I'd need to knock her out," She held up both left fists, "Someone her size against my physical strength? I could have snapped her neck with that punch, but I didn't because I know how to use my power."

"So... You're saying I need to practice hitting things as hard as I can?" It sounded simple, but maybe I was missing something?

"Basically," Ryoko shrugged, "When I said you were naive, I meant it, you are afraid of using your power because it could kill someone," She explained, "Well then learn how to use it, dumbass, so you don't kill someone."

I nodded slowly, "Alright, I'll try... You're more helpful than I thought you'd be." I added, flashing a toothy grin.

To which she rolled her eyes, "Shut up and transform," She demanded, beginning to change as well. "Then come at me!"

I have a feeling this ring is gonna need some repairs by the time we're done...

. . .

Sonzai Suru

. . .

That's right, I'm the narrator now, read my thoughts you weirdos.

Nah, I'm just kidding. But lets get to the point of why you're here. To see what I'm doing to get ready for our big debut. I was currently in the basement of my foster home, it was relatively spacious and I didn't have to worry about anyone coming down and bugging me. It was also coincidentally where my room was, so... What? Are you really surprised I'm sort of a shut in?

Anyways, where was I? Before you so rudely interrupted me.

"Come on... Work dammit!" Clenching my everything, I activated my Quirk, everything stopping for a second as I moved forward in time. Coming out of it with another wave of exhaustion, on top of all the others I'd gone through so far. "Ugh, come on!"

No matter how hard I tried, skipping ahead more than one second seemed impossible. Maybe I was missing something?

"Meh, oh well." I shrugged, switching up the training for a moment. I began teleporting rapidly around the room, disappearing and reappearing in a different place, doing my best to change up the way I picked target spots. Because as much as I hated to admit it, Ryoko was right. I tended to have one strategy for a fight, and that was catch my opponent off guard and teleport them from behind.

But she made the mistake of exposing that weakness to me, so I could overcome it. I had to become more unpredictable, faster, that's how I would win the Battle Royal. But it was hard, because Ryoko was also right about the fact that I had to meet certain conditions to teleport. Mainly, that I needed a second to focus and familiarize myself with the terrain. But also that I cannot teleport to something I haven't seen already, and even then I needed to be within a certain distance of it.

So when training my teleport, it was all about moving large objects, and trying to expand the distance I can go and how fast I can do it. If I got good enough, I might just be able to end the match in a few seconds.

Of course, I wanted to put on a good show. That was part of the deal right? No point in going to all this trouble just to win and make everyone look stupid.

Sure, it would be funny, but kinda mean. So I'd play with my food a little first, so to speak.

"Hey Sonzi!" I stopped as I heard the tiny voice from the top of the stairs. Calling me by a nickname only she used. "It's lunch tim- AGH!" Scaring my little sister by teleporting right in front her the moment she opened the door. "Don't do that!" She was short, only about seven years old wearing a white spring dress with cherry blossom images across it. Her shortcut brown hair hanging to her shoulders. Of course, she didn't look like me at all, we were foster siblings.

I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, "I'll stop when it isn't funny anymore," I assured, patting her head, "Now what's for lunch, Miki?"

"Uh..." She stopped, blinking before smiling and giggling back at me, "I forgot."

"Of course you did," I chuckled. "Well let's go find out together."

Before I had a chance to start walking, she tugged my sleeve, "Can you teleport us? Big sis?" Looking at me with those sparkling, pleading eyes.

I sighed in response, "You're too cute for your own good kid," Placing my hand on her head. "Fine."

"Yay!"

Despite being exhausted, I could make one more short jump I think. So I teleported the both of us to the kitchen.

. . .

Haiyasu Mako

. . .

Figuring out how to train for the festival was hard for me. My Quirk didn't really have combat applications aside from my flight capabilities, so I'd need to get creative. And it seemed I would spend most of my time just improving my physical body. I was nervous about the festival, despite my desire to show the world what I could do. The fact of the matter was, that aside from flying around and healing, there wasn't much I could do!

Compared to the others I mean, my chances of winning in head to head combat were slim. I'd have to fight smart, like Suru does!

"Haiyasu? I'm home!" I heard her voice downstairs, and left my room behind. Leaning over the railing to look down into our homes massive entrance hall, my mother standing near the door. She was wearing a simple suit dress, sporting blonde hair like mine but her face hard sharp features and deep blue eyes. "Oh there you are, how was your day? More training for the festival?" She also had big white angel wings like mine, but no healing powers.

I replied with a polite smile, "That's right, have you and dad figured out if you can make it to the festival?"

"Oh yes," Her tone seemed to shift, from one of happiness to uncertainty. "You know how busy we are, I've requested the time off and your father plans to do the same but..."

I understood, "Of course," I nodded, my own smile fading slowly. "I know how it is." I looked away briefly, breaking eye contact. It was hard to pretend I'd be okay with that. But maybe it was selfish to ask them to drop everything and come all the way to UA, for an event that I'd only be in for a few minutes.

"Hey," I nearly jumped at the sound of her voice, she'd flown up to the railing before me. "Even if we can't be there in person," She was wearing a warm smile, and pulled me into a hug. "We'll be watching, and I know you'll do great!"

I felt a little choked up, glad to know somebody had confidence in me. "Thanks... I promise I won't let you down."

Time was running out though, the Festival fast approaching... I just hoped I was ready for it.