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Chapter 8: On Melancholy Hill


Everyone in Musutafu was abuzz with talk about the villains' raid on U.A. once the news came out the following morning. No one could actually believe any villain would have the nerve to attack the greatest hero academy in the world, especially with All Might now teaching there. Yet what was more disturbing was how many villains were part of this so called league. Apart from a few select groups around the world, not since the days of the Yakuza had there been so many villains together. It was worrying for many citizens, but most quickly shrugged it off, proclaiming that the heroes, specifically All Might, would take down the any villain like he did at U.A. Yet there were some who criticized U.A. for allowing so many villains to invade their school and harm their students. Thankfully it a very small minority who voiced these complaints which everyone else basically ignored or defended U.A. since it was surprise for everyone, including the heroes.

Unfortunately for Johnny, he had to listen to the ramblings of the minority while riding a train throughout town.

"I'm telling you, the teachers of U.A. should have handled this promptly instead of letting those poor kids get hurt!" exclaimed a balding man with a bulging belly as he sat across from Johnny.

"Keep your voice down," said a salaryman in a blue suit as he sat beside the loud fat man. "You're disturbing everyone else's ride."

"Sorry… It's just that I can't help but think that with so many heroes teaching at U.A., and the school being outfitted with some of the best security this country has to offer, this attack shouldn't have happened in the first place!"

"No one could have predicted something like that happening. Frankly I'm more shocked that any villain had the balls to attack U.A."

"That's no excuse though! What if the kids got hurt?! What if someone like him got killed?!"

Quirking an eyebrow at the sudden pronoun, Johnny lifted his head up from his phone, which he had been using as distraction from the fat man's ramblings. He immediately regretted his decision as he saw the balding man's pudgy fingers were pointing directly at him.

"What if someone like this young boy was hurt? He couldn't even defend himself! And furthermore—"

"He would have been saved by All Might," the salaryman pointed out with annoyed frown. "Don't forget that the Symbol of Peace was there and he managed to take down a great many villains who invaded."

"I…I…" The fat man floundered for a rebuttal, but no word could escape his lips. With a sigh, he pressed himself against his seat while the salaryman leaned forward to bow to the young American.

"I'm sorry that you were roped into our conversation. He tends to get overly critical about anything and complain a lot."

"Oh no, I don't mind being brought into a conversation that is related to my disabilities. It doesn't bother me one bit." The bitterness in Johnny's tone, however, told the Salaryman that wasn't the case at all. Shivering under the American's hardened gaze, the Salaryman back away and started to read a newspaper that he had tucked underneath his arm. Growling silently to himself, Johnny turned his attention back to his phone, pulled out his earphones, before starting to listen to Fleetwood Mac's The Dance album. However, it did little to relieve him of his growing irritation.

It didn't take long until the train finally reached its destination in the center of Musutafu. Yet Johnny didn't bother to move until almost everyone had vacated the cramp passenger car. It was easier for him to move around instead brushing shoulders with everyone, and he was in no mood for that. As the last passenger left, Johnny quickly pushed himself out and into the train station. It was nearly noon and there were a great many people milling about, more than likely getting ready to head to their favorite restaurants for lunch. The light-brown haired youth paid them little heed as he left the station and out into the busy streets. His mind was solely focus on getting to the café where Midoriya agreed to meet him.

After being released from the nurse's office the night prior, the paraplegic managed to corner the fanboy just before he headed back home. While it was too late in the night to have a proper chat, as well Johnny feeling absolutely exhausted from the previous day's events, and the aftereffect of Recovery's Quirk taking its toll on him, he agreed with Midoriya's request to meet up at one of his favorite places in town. Needless to say that the trip to get there was already an irritating start, but in the end, Johnny didn't care. What he had to talk about with the curly haired boy was something he couldn't pass up.

A roaring screech cut of his thoughts as surprised shouts erupted from behind him. Whipping his head around, the young paraplegic only had a moment to widen his eyes before grabbing ahold of the wheels of his chair and pushed forward with all his might, narrowly missing a car that sped passed him. "What the fuck!?" he exclaimed furiously in his native language as he steadied himself in his wheelchair. Turning his head back around, Johnny barely spotted the car that nearly made him road kill. Steam and smoke cloaked the car as it drove away, but the American was barely able to make out a bit of its black, rusty paintjob just before it rounded a corner, disappearing into the city.

Suddenly Johnny felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn around to see a police man staring down at him. "Are you alright, young man?" he asked politely, worry clearing written all over his face. From behind him, the light-brown haired youth noticed several other people on the floor of the once busy street. Though from the way they quickly got up with the aid of several street officers, it was clear none of them were injured by the mad driver.

"Just peachy…" said Johnny, irritably swatting the policeman's hand as if it were a fly. The officer gave him a surprised look, but said nothing else as he went to check other civilians. Letting out a huff, the American turned to give one last scowl at where the car went. It was a miracle that no one got run over by the mad man, but what was most perplexing was how the car managed to come out of nowhere. Even as he thought to himself, Johnny was sure that there were no cars coming down the street just a few minutes ago, especially when it was filled with crowds of people. So where did it come from?

Suddenly the whistling sounds of sirens blared nearby, telling all that the police were currently in hot pursuit of the mad driver. "Hmph, doesn't matter now…" huffed Johnny as he turned his wheelchair around, resuming his trek towards his destination. "Not like I'll see that bastard again… though I do hope some hero wrecks his car when he's caught…."


Johnny blankly stared at the entrance of the cafe before looking down at the note that held the directions Midoriya had given him the night prior. He had triple checked it before hand, but now that he stood in before it, he was a bit hesitant to believe that this was the place that he's supposed to be at. Then it again, the curly haired youth would choose an All Might themed café for a place to have a talk at. Turning his gaze up once more to stare at the entrance, with the main door looking almost like the legendary hero himself, though dramatizing his features till it seemed a caricature of the man. He would have preferred somewhere more discreet with little to no people, but there was no turning back now.

"Ain't going to learn anything sitting out here…" muttered Johnny, rolling his wheelchair forward till he was past the ridiculous looking door. Once inside he saw all sorts of decorations that were either shaped like the Symbol of Peace or somehow related to him. Several gold statues that depicted several of All Might's most famous victories and achievements against vile villains lined the top shelves of the bar area. There was even a small fountain sitting in a corner that was shaped like All Might, the water spewing out of his mouth, of course. The café was packed with plenty of people, many of the rancorously talking about All Might to their neighbors, but Johnny ignored them and the decorations in favor of seeking out his classmate.

Scanning the room, Johnny spotted Midoriya sitting in a corner booth at the far end of the café, thankfully far away from the rest of the customers and employees. The curly haired boy must have felt his gaze as he turned and waved him over. "Johnny," he called. The American didn't give him an opportunity to get up and greet him, simply wheeling himself over to his booth. "U-Uh, sorry, I should have gotten—."

Johnny didn't let him finish as he parked his wheelchair in front of the table before carefully vaulting himself over into an open seat with his arms. Midoriya gave him a surprised look, but the American waved him off. "Don't be sorry… besides, I don't like tables all too much," he said irritably as he settled himself in the cushioned seat.

"Um… are you ok? You sound a bit… frustrated…"

"I'm fine… ran into rush hour earlier." It was an effort for Johnny not grimace as the memory with his brush with death resurfaced for a brief second. Best not sour the mood before he had a chance to get to the reason why he was here.

"O-Okay… So what did you want to talk about?"

For a moment, Johnny gazed to the side, watching how everyone was engrossed with their meals or conversing with their friends, paying little heed to anything else, before leaning forward to Midoriya. "I figured out how you got your Quirk," he said in a low voice that only the fanboy could hear. "And… how it's related to All Might.

Midoriya blinked at him for a split second before his eyes bulged till they appeared ready to pop out of his head. "W-What?" Despite the obvious hitch in his tone, he had the good sense to keep his voice to a near whisper.

"At first I didn't really put two and two together, but when Tsuyu mentioned how similar your power to his, it started to make sense."

"T-That's just a coincidence! There are many Quirks with strength boosting attributes."

"That's what I thought at first, but during the villains' attack… you started to act strangely. When All Might fought them, you didn't act excited or dumbstruck by the fight… Instead look you looked worried. Like there was a possibility that All Might couldn't win. I thought that odd considering how you're basically All Might's number one fan."

Midoriya stared at him as he continued to speak, his mouth opening and closing quickly, but no word escaped his lips. Not that Johnny would give him a chance before he finished what he had to say.

"If it had been just that, I would have probably dismissed it as nothing more than my imagination… but then you jumped in to help All Might, forcing me to rush in to save you and get one my own nail-bullets in the shoulder." The curly haired youth winced at that, but Johnny waved him off. "Don't worry about that, it's healed up now… Yet I found it really surprising that you would break your own legs when we both saw All Might send that one brain freak flying… But you know what I found the strangest part? Why did All Might simply stood still when he was wiping the floor with the villains a few seconds earlier?"

Midoriya suddenly jolted where he sat, his mouth hanging open as his eyes darted to the nearby patrons. None of them even so much twitched in the direction of the U.A. students. "I… I don't…" muttered Midoriya, but he faltered as lowered his head

Johnny peered to the side once more, making sure that no one had overheard their conversation, before saying, "All Might should have taken care of those villains no sweat… unless there was something wrong with him. I don't know what it is, but with the way you acted, and how Cementoss basically tried to shield him with his Quirk at end… That tells me that you know something about All Might, something related to whatever stopped him from helping out… Something related to your quirk, I'm guessing… Am I right, Midoriya?"

For a long moment, the curly haired you said nothing. Simply staring at the table as the loud chatter from the café filled the air. Suddenly he let out a long drawn out sigh before giving the American a nod.

"…Yeah, you're right… My Quirk is related to All Might's…"


The inside of Midoriya's mouth felt like a desert as he carefully—and so quietly that he doubted that even a mouse would have heard him—told the foreigner his secret. Deep down, he felt guilty for not being able to keep his promise to All Might, and he knew that the ultimate hero was going to have strong words with him once this was over, but what else could he do? Johnny was able to correctly guess his relationship with the Symbol of Peace! If the American chose to, he could have told anyone about it and even if they didn't believe it, just a mere rumor would spark villains to rise up. Just thinking about the international uproar it would cause made Midoriya shiver. If he knew this is what Johnny wanted to talk about earlier, he would never have chosen his favorite café in the first place.

As he whispered out every single detail, from when he first met All Might to obtaining his Quirk, Johnny's expression remained blank as stone. This unnerved Midoriya as he couldn't make out what the young paraplegic was thinking even as he neared the end of his tale. When he finally finished, a cold sweat adorned his brow, but Johnny still refused to utter a single word. Midoriya's stomach tightened considerably as the seconds passed by and each breath he took seemed to clog his throat.

"…So that's it, huh?" Johnny finally said, causing Midoriya to jolt up right, nearly smashing his legs against the tabletop. "No wonder you decided to keep quiet about it…" He then shook his head. "We should've have picked a better spot for talking about this then…"

"Please don't tell anyone!" begged Midoriya, clasping his hands together before bowing profusely, his forehead brushing against the table. "If anyone else finds about this, then the world would—"

"Relax, Midoriya. I'm not going to tell anyone."

The fanboy blinked at that, lifting his head up to see Johnny looking at him with a completely serious expression. "R-Really?"

Johnny nodded without any hint of his usual sarcasm. "While this surprised me, quite a lot in fact, I don't really care about it in the end…. Having said that, however, I'm smart enough to realize what this info could do to the world."

Immediately Midoriya felt several weights lifted off his shoulders. Yet as his stomach started to untighten itself, a sudden thought crossed mind. "W-Wait… if you didn't care about it, then why did you ask me about it?"

"I wanted to sate my curiosity on how you got your Quirk, but in the end it was more of a whim to me." Johnny said as he gave him a bland shrug. Suddenly a frown touched his lips as he turned to look out the window. "Though I will admit that there was another reason behind it?"

"And what's that?" That peaked Midoriya's interest as he leaned forward, but he paused when Johnny merely tapped his leg in response. It took him a second before realization hit him like a fist to the gut. "O-Oh, I'm sor—"

"Don't be…" Johnny waved him off, not even bothering to turn his gaze from the window. "It was a long shot of a hope, but I had to know… However…" He turned to give Midoriya a raised eyebrow. "After hearing how your Quirk works, I don't think breaking the rest of my body is going to help me get back my legs."

"Y-Yeah… I'm still getting the hang of it…" The fanboy let out an uncomfortable cough at that, but he couldn't deny at what Johnny was getting at. His Quirk, while amazing and powerful, was still dangerous for his health. So far, he barely came close to getting a single moment of complete control of One For All, and the one time he did, it failed to stop the monster that was Nomu. Still, that didn't mean he was going to give up. Nothing was going to stop him till he became a great hero like All Might.

His thoughts must been written clear on his face as Johnny quirked another eyebrow at him, but said nothing. This last for a few drawn out seconds before he gave him a single approving nod. "See that you do…"

"R-Right!"

The two boys didn't say anything else important after that, though Midoriya did have a mostly one sided conversation talking about various heroes who were on the news that morning. Even as they ordered and ate their food, Johnny rarely talked, but the green eyed youth didn't mind.

After they were finally finished, both students left the café together. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Johnny," Midoriya said as he held out a hand towards to Johnny. The American hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it.

"Yeah, you t—"

He started to say, but was interrupted by a sudden squeal coming from down the street. Midoriya turned to the right and saw a steam covered car maneuvering pass several other cars, which careened to the side, nearly crashing into lamp poles and random people. It was also heading straight for the both of them.

Without thinking, Midoriya grabbed ahold Johnny's wheelchair before throwing himself at it. The wheelchair jolted forward before falling over due to the unexpected weight from its second occupant, throwing both students onto cold concrete floor. The car narrowly missed him by a hair's length, skidding along the street and smashing into a lamp post, but didn't slow down as it drove on deeper in the city.

Breathing heavily, Midoriya slowly lifted himself off Johnny, who was cursing up a storm in his native English. "A-Are you alright, Johnny?" he asked as he held out hand to him.

"Oh I'm just perfect…" Johnny growled as he waved off Midoriya's hand before crawling over to his fallen wheelchair. "It's not like I nearly got run over twice today by the same asshole."

"Wait, what?"

Johnny muttered to himself as he flipped his wheelchair upright before carefully pulling himself back up into his seat. "I thought that maniac would be caught by the police or some hero by now, but either he's gotten lucky so far or everyone's too damn busy getting lunch…"

"I'm sure that a hero will catch him soon…" Midoriya said as he scratched the back of his head, but Johnny had a point. If this mad driver was causing a scene for some time, then he should've been caught by now. Did yesterday's attack on U.A. cause some villains to be emboldened to do dastardly deeds? Even if that was the case, the local heroes around the city were currently on high alert for any sign of the League of Villains. So how did this guy manage to escape arrest so long? "Maybe he has a Quirk that allows him or his car to become invisible or undetectable?"

Suddenly sirens filled the air as several police cars rounded a corner. Seeing this, Midoriya grabbed ahold of Johnny's wheelchair and pushed him onto the sidewalk, making sure that they didn't fall over like they had prior. Johnny didn't protest, his eyes glued to the pursing police. "Well… I guess that answers my question." He then turned towards Midoriya. "You can let go now."

"O-Oh, sorry!" The fanboy immediately let go of the handlebars to the wheelchair. As the sirens slowly died in the distance, Midoriya scratched the back of his head as an awkward silenced filled the air.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Midoriya…" Johnny as he turned his wheelchair around and started to head down the sidewalk. Yet before he was ten feet away, he paused and turned his head around, his eyes holding Midoriya's own. "Thanks for telling me the truth, Midoriya. And don't worry, you're secret's safe with me." Without another word, that the American headed home.

Letting out a sigh at Johnny's reassurance, Midoriya started to head home as well. Yet he stopped midway when he realized something that made him break out into a cold sweat. "How am I going to tell All Might about this!?" he said quietly to himself. He didn't know how All Might would react to this development, but if it was anything like how he vaguely hinted the truth to Bakugo, then he was in for a long lecture. Possibly worse with how Johnny knew the full truth. Either way, there was no way he could hide this from All Might. "I just hope he'll be easy on me since Johnny managed to figure it out on his own…"


Johnny grumbled to himself as he stared out the window to his classroom, ignoring the chatter of his fellow students—most of which were talking about the League of Villains—as they waited for class to begin. It was the next morning and school had reopened, but his mood improved little after what had happen the day prior. He still couldn't believe how close he came to death twice, over some road raging idiot no less. To make it even more infuriating was that the mad driver had to yet to be caught. He checked all the news sites that morning, but there was no word of an actual arrest. In fact there was barely any mention of it except for a few reports! Every news outlet was instead focused on the attack on U.A. and the League of Villains. It was no surprise that everyone wanted to pay attention to those who dared to attack the greatest hero school in the world and not some average villain, but it still pissed Johnny off.

"No matter how you glare at it, Johnny, you'll never be able to shave that way." Johnny blinked before turning in his seat to face Gyro. "Get it? You're glaring so hard that you'll burn holes into anything! But since your facing a window, it'll reflect off it till starts shaving your whiskers. It's an original joke of mine! Nyohoho!"

Groans echoed around the two foreigners, but Johnny continued to give his mentor a blank stare. "… Ha, ha, ha. That was a good one, Gyro," Johnny said. "I'll have use it when I'm at parties."

"Heh, I'm sure that you'll be the life of the party when you use my jokes, Johnny!"

"Right…" The American gave another bland stare, wondering how in the world Gyro took pride in such awful jokes. Holding back the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, Johnny decided change the subject. "So… how's your leg?"

Now it was Gyro's turn to let out a grimace. He grumbled to himself as pushed his seat back before lifting up his right leg and placed it on his desk. Johnny noticed that his fellow classmates all quieted down, but he barely paid any attention to them as he watched the jockey pull up the hem of his pants. There were several jagged, thin lines all around the ankle and a bit of up his leg. Aside from that, however, it looked like completely fine. As the foot wasn't blown off a few days prior.

"My leg and foot work just fine now," Gyro grumbled as he pulled his pants back down. "The Zombie Horse was able heal everything up and only leave behind a few scars. Not mention Recovery Girl's quirk helped quicken the healing process. Better than replacing my foot with a pegged leg."

"Wait, so you don't have any nerve damage?" asked Yaoyorozu as she stared at the Gyro's ankle. "That's incredible… I never heard of anything that can heal nerve damage in such a short amount of time."

"Yeah, it's so cool!" Kirishima added as he walked over and slapped the Italian on the back.

Gyro let out a grunt at the red head's touch before pulling his foot of his desk. "It's cool alright… but I don't recommend blowing off any part of your body to use it. It hurts like hell since it has to mend bone, sinew, blood vessels, everything!" He then folded his arms as he scowled at his leg. "But what made it worse was that jackass with the awful hat!"

Kirishima raised an eyebrow at him. "Who?"

"He means that one guy with the pink hair who worked at the nurse's office," said Bakugo, his legs crossed together over his desk.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. He helped Recovery Girl treat our wounds. Seem liked a nice guy."

"Nice guy?" Gyro growled. "Bah! He's a freakin' sadist! I told him that he didn't have to clean my wounds twenty times, but he did it anyway! Said something around the lines 'It's my duty to make sure you're at the peak of health', but that's a total lie! I could tell he was enjoying every moment of my torment. He even wouldn't stop when he started fixing my hand!" He held up the back of his right hand to show that it now had a thin scar.

"You sure know how to show your appreciation to those who help you, Gyro," said Johnny, a little amused by his mentor's behavior. Yet his face was perfectly expressionless when Gyro turned to glare at him.

"It's a matter of pride, Johnny…" The spin master sighed, slumping onto his desk as his hat hid his face, though the American could tell he was sulking. "I could have cleaned my leg myself—and painless I might add!—but nope. He just did his own thing without a care for his patient…"

Johnny rolled his eyes before turning to face forward with a hand underneath his chin.

"So Gyro, I been meaning to ask you something," Kaminari suddenly spoke up.

"Shoot..." Gyro mumbled. "Though it better not be about that one jerk with the hat…"

"No, no. I was just wondering… since you were a famous horse jockey before coming to U.A., do you personally know any other famous horse riders?"

Johnny perked up at that, wondering what the blonde haired electric boy was going on about.

"Not really," Gyro said as he lifted his head up and turned towards Kaminari. "I met several on a professional level whenever I'm at a race, but never really talked to any of them except for a few hellos. Why?"

"Well, I read a blog post this morning that said another famous horse race from out of country will be racing in Musutafu for the next few weeks. For some charity or something." He then let out a sheepish smile. "Was wondering if you knew him then maybe you could have all us get some free tickets to watch his races or something."

"Never pegged you for someone who likes horse racing, Kaminari," Jiro said snidely as she twirled one of her earphone jack around a finger. "Took you more of a… go-kart kind of guy."

The blonde let gave her a shrug. "I'm not, but I thought it would be cool to at least go see a horse race at least once."

"Can't help you there I'm afraid," Gyro said. "I doubt that whoever this guy is would let us come to his race for free. Speaking of which, what's his name?"

"Oh, uh…. It's uh… Dee… Die… Diego Something…" His face flushed a rose red. "I can't remember the rest of his name..."

"Diego Brando, otherwise known as Dio," Yaoyorozu corrected. "That's who you're talking about. He arrived yesterday for the Musutafu children's charity for young horse racers. He's a famous jockey from Britain, who's made a name for himself despite his youth and even managing to get the attention of the royal family." Everyone in the room stared at her, but the girl didn't deter in the slightest. "My parents talked about him this morning before I left for school. They wondered if they could secure tickets for his next—Are you alright, Johnny? You look rather pale."

As the others all turned to face him after hearing Yaoyorozu's comment, Johnny felt his blood freeze within his veins. Just hearing that name was like a lightning bolt striking him right down to the core. While it was most certainly not unusual, he never would have thought that Diego Brando would come to Japan. Granted that the odds that of the two of them meeting again were very low—Johnny even doubted that Dio would even remember a lowly former jockey like him—but just the mere thought of the British horse racer brought back some of the most unpleasant memories Johnny had to endure.

"Dio won't be running in today's race. Even if you win, can that really be considered victory? You never beaten him, haven't you?"

"What the hell happened!?

"I saw a mouse scuttling near the horse's legs! It ran off into the woods! Black Rose was startled by a 'White Mouse'!"

"Oh god….You took the—"

"Johnny! Hey Johnny!" Johnny suddenly felt a hand clasping his shoulder and he had to suppress the urge to jolt upright in his seat. He then turned to see Gyro staring at him, worry clear in his eyes. "You alright? You look pale as bone and your eyes are black as coal."

"I'm… fine..." Johnny said, immediately shaking off Gyro's hand. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Are you sure, Johnny?" asked Kirishima, now seated like the rest of his classmates. "You went rather tense there for a few seconds."

"If there is anything bothering you, Joestar, then feel free to tell us!" exclaimed Ida, waving his hands forward with a swift chopping motion.

"Is it because of Diego Brando?" Asui asked, a curious finger scratching one of her cheeks. "Do you know him or something?"

Johnny gave them all one of his most expressionless stares before saying, "….No. I haven't heard of him." They all looked at him doubtfully, but he didn't care. It wasn't any of their business and he'd be damned before he was willing to let them know a single detail of his past. The others all looked like they wanted to say more, but one burning glare from Johnny kept their mouths shut. He didn't need their pity.

A tense silence filled the air as everyone stared at the American, who turned his head to glare at the innocent clouds outside, before the school bell suddenly rang loudly.

"Everyone!" shouted Ida, standing up so abruptly that his chair nearly toppled onto the floor. "Morning homeroom's about to begin. To your seats!"

"We're sitting," Sero pointed out with a deadpan expression. "You're the only one standing up…"

"Oh, right. My apologies." The strict class president immediately sat himself back down just as the door to the classroom opened. Turning his attention away from the window, Johnny blinked at the sight of Aizawa wrapped head to toe with bandages. Aside from his hair sticking out at ends, as well his ever penetrating eyes, no part of his skin was available for the eye to see. Despite his rather ridiculous appearance, Johnny was rather shocked to see Aizawa after seeing his injuries in the nurse's office.

"Morning," Aizawa said as if it was any other normal day.

"You're back already, Aizawa Sensei!?" Almost everyone shouted at once, echoing Johnny's own thoughts.

"W-What an undeniable pro!" said Midoriya, awe clearly shining brightly on his face.

"Glad to see you doing well, Sensei!" exclaimed Ida.

"If you can calling that doing well…" Uraraka said quietly.

"He looks just like the mummy from that movie with Brendan Fraser," Gyro said as he eyed the haggard teacher. "Though, I'm honestly surprised that Recovery Girl let you out of her sight if you still haven't made a full recovery, Aizawa Sensei."

"My welfare isn't important," The teacher said as he stood before the class podium. "Because your fight isn't over."

"Our fight?" Bakugo questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't tell me…" muttered Midoriya, his eyes darting to windows for a split second.

"More villains?!" Mineta yelled as he clasped his head in fear, sweat starting to pour down his face in record time.

"If that was the case then the whole school would be on blaring out warnings," Johnny scoffed, giving the little boy a dubious stare. "How the hell is this guy in a hero school if he's this scared to face villains?"

"U.A's Sport's Festival is fast approaching!" Aizawa said, answering all his students questions in one go.

"That's so totally ordinary!" shouted everyone, some even looked rather disappointed that it wasn't another raid.

"….You got us all worked up for that?" Johnny asked blandly.

"Come on!" Kaminari exclaimed. "We just had that villain attack. You sure about this!?"

"It's necessary. To demonstrate that U.A's crisis management protocols are sound…" Aizawa said so plainly that Johnny wondered if it was all rehearsed. "That's the thinking, apparently. Compared to past years there'll be five times the police presence. Anyhow, our Sports Festival is… the greatest opportunity you'll get here. It's not an event that can be cancelled over a few villains."

"A few villains, huh…" Johnny muttered as many images of the villains' attack flashed before him for a split second. "Sure… Totally not enough to stop a stupid Sport's festival…"

"You sure about that?" Mineta asked Aizawa uncertainly.

"Mineta, Johnny… are you telling me you two never seen a U.A's Sports Festival?!" asked Midoriya, turning to face the both of them, his eyes wide with shock.

"…Yes," Johnny said sarcastically. "I've never seen one before I came to Japan..." The paraplegic ignored the fanboy's flinch as his mind wandered back to the first and only time he seen U.A.'s sport's festival. It was a very unique experience seeing so many young students battling for the right to be number one, but Johnny didn't really care too much about it in the end when he started his horse racing career. The irony wasn't lost on him on how someone like him was going to participating in such an event while others would kill for a chance to be in it, let alone be in U.A.

"Of course I have," Mineta said defensively to Midoriya. "That's not what I mean…"

"Our Sport's Festival is one of Japan's—and the world's for that matter—biggest events!" explained Aizawa as he shifted his cocooned-like arms. "The Olympics were once the world's sport's festival. The whole country would be whipped into a frenzy over them. But as you know, that tradition has shrunk in scale to a shell of its former self… And as far as Japan's concerned, what's taken place of the Olympics is the U.A. Sports Festival!"

"The nation's top heroes will all be watching, right?" asked Yaoyorozu. "And that of world's? They'll be there as scouts!"

"They'll be looking to hire us as sidekicks after we graduate," Kaminari pointed out, gesturing towards Jiro with a teasing grin. "That's how it's done. And a lot of those sidekicks never manage to go solo. They're sidekicks forever."

"That'll be you, Kaminari, you dunce," Jiro said with a deadpan expression. The blonde's smile dropped from his face as he let out a grunt as if he was just kicked in the groin.

"Ouch," Gyro said before nudging Johnny from behind. "Remind me never to get on her bad side."

"Noted…" said Johnny with a roll of his eyes.

"Naturally, you'll gain valuable experience and popularity if you're picked up by a big-name hero," explained Aizawa, cutting off his students banter. "But your time is limited. Show the pros what you're made of here, and you'll make futures for yourselves. This happens once a year… so you you've got three chances. If you're hoping to become a hero, this is an event you can't miss!" His bandaged brow narrowed slightly, making his gaze all the more menacing as he eyed each of his students. "That said, U.A. has also decided to help prepare students for the festival with an early class of outdoor survival training."

"Outdoor survival training?" repeated Tokoyami as he raised his hand up high. "Does that mean Smith Sensei is better as well?"

That perked Johnny's interest. He never considered it up till now, but if Aizawa already up and about, then it only made sense that Mountain Tim would be healed up as well. Which was good for the paraplegic. Ever since his fight with Oyecomova, he got the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time he faced another Stand user. But most of all, he needed to know more about the nature of stands and whether they could help him achieve his goal. "They have to… They just have to…"

"Like myself, Mountain Tim's has yet to make a full recovery, but he is already out of the nurse's office," Aizawa explained. "He won't be directly involved in survival training—aside from some lectures and supervising the whole class—but they'll be other teachers there to aid you. In addition, several heroes in Musutafu have volunteered to help supervise the class along with a couple squads of police… It's no secret that the League of Villain's attack has put everyone on high alert as of late. So that is also why the training site has been moved to a secure facility location on the outskirts of the city. A bus will take you to the facility after lunch. The training itself has been estimated to take up the rest of your classes, so be prepared."

"Quick question, Sensei," Gyro said as he held a polite hand up.

"Yes your horse, and that of Johnny's, will be transported to the training facility. Arrangements have already been made in advance. Is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks." The young Italian slowly lowered his hand before leaning towards Johnny. "I'm starting to think that Erasure isn't his only Quirk."

"Gee, you think so too?" Johnny asked sarcastically, but before his mentor could say anything, Aizawa spoke up once more.

"At any rate, other than today's training, you'll need to prepare yourself for the Sports Festival. Don't take it lightly and strive to show off why you can become a hero! With that said, let's begin the first class for the day."


Classes quickly came and went before lunch time finally arrived. Yet instead of rushing to be first in line for Lunch Rush's meals, everyone instead lingered in their classroom for a moment or two.

"Even after everything we just went through… this has got me so freaking pumped!" said Kirishima, excitement and eagerness filled his eyes as he pumped his arms in the air.

"If we show our stuff. That's one big step towards going pro!" Sero echoed his friend.

"Heh, I'm sure will be cake walk for us!" Kaminari said, eagerly sharing in his classmates' vigor. "After all, we faced actual villains! What can the Sports Festival throw at us that we can't handle?"

"Everyone's so excited…" Midoriya noted as he started to head towards the door. It was rather fascinating to see all his classmates all hyped up, but at the same time he was nowhere near their level of excitement as them. Sure he felt excited to be in such a prestigious event, but he couldn't bring himself to be like them. Not yet anyway.

"And you aren't?" Midoriya blinked before turning to see Ida waving at him for a moment, before doing what can only be described as a jig as he shuffled about in place. "This our chance to add our names to the ranks of heroes. Of course, we're in high spirits!"

"You got a funny way of showing it, Ida," commented Tsuyu, a boxed lunch in hand as she walked beside Ashido to the door.

"Funny is putting it gently," Johnny snarked as he started to push himself towards the group. "You're going to make a scene like that if you keep up with those weird movements."

"That's a really blunt way to put it, Johnny," thought Midoriya as he watched Ida stiffen as his face quickly morphed into shock.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies," Ida said apologetically. His effort to sound sincere, however, was undermined by his usual hand chopping motions. "I'll try to better myself to so I don't make such an unseemly display again!"

"…You do that…." Johnny said expressionlessly.

"Anyway," Midoriya said, catching his classmates' attention, "I get how they feel! But…"

"Deku, Ida, Johnny…." Midoriya blinked before turning his head around. His eyes widen considerably when he saw Uraraka staring at him, as well everyone else, with the most intense expression he ever seen on her face. "At this Sports Festival… Let's do our best!"

"What happened to your face, Uraraka!?" It was actually rather frightening even as she took a step closer to him. He wasn't the only one to notice this sudden and unbelievable behavior coming from the gravity girl as everyone paused to look directly at her.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" asked Johnny, eyeing the brown haired girl warily.

"That's not very Uraraka, Uraraka," Ashido pointed out.

"Maybe it's that ti—," Mineta started to say, before flailing back as a loud slap echoed throughout the classroom. From the corner of Midoriya's eye, Tsuyu's tongue flickered back into her mouth for a split second. It didn't take a genius to know who punished the perverted boy. Not that Midoriya blamed her for it.

"You really need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Mineta," Gyro advised with a grin, his grills sparkling teasingly as he walked over the twitching boy.

"Everyone!" shouted Uraraka, causing nearly everyone to flinch as she wheeled around to stare at each of them before pumping a fist up in the air. "I'm gonna crush this!"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, still trying to adjust to Uraraka's bizarre behavior, before Kirishima shot up his up hand. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he roared, though bit of sweat started to roll down the side of his head. "But… talk about inconsistent characterization!"

"That's putting it lightly…" Johnny muttered.

As if egged on by the red head's support, the others started to join in, though most were still perplexed, if not a little intimidated, by the gravity girl's fierceness. Midoriya, too, raised a fist in support, before a sudden thought passed through his head. "Come to think of it… I never asked Uraraka why she wanted to become a hero…"

As the others started to trickle out of the classroom and head to lunch, Midoriya followed after Uraraka as they headed towards the cafeteria. Surprisingly, Ida and Johnny followed beside them, but the curly haired youth didn't complain. If anything, it helped him build up the courage to bring up the question he wanted ask Uraraka just before they got in the elevator. "So… Uraraka… can I ask why do you want to become a hero?"

"Well…" Uraraka said, scratching the back of her head as a rosy blush started to bloom on her cheeks. "I wanted to become a hero for… money…"

The fanboy blinked at the gravity girl. "Money…?! You wanna be a hero for the money?!" That totally wasn't the answer he was expecting, especially from someone like Uraraka.

"You're kidding, right?" Johnny asked flatly, his expression completely blank as if he too couldn't believe the answer.

"Ultimately, yeah…" answered Uraraka, her hands instantly cupping her cheeks as her blush continued spread across her face. "Sorry, I know it seems base… and really embarrassing, considering Ida's noble motivations and all."

"But why?!" Ida asked, waving his hand around frantically as if it emphasis his point. "There's really nothing wrong with seeking a more comfortable lifestyle!"

"That's because it's not very heroic-like…" Johnny said, causing Midoriya to flinch with how blunt his friend was. Sure, he wasn't technically wrong, but he still could have put it more nicely, especially with Uraraka standing right in front of them.

"It's a little unexpected," Midoriya finally said as Uraraka turned to look at him, her eyes begging for his own opinion.

Uraraka rustled her hair even harder, her eyes shifting to avoid her classmates' gaze. "My family runs a construction company, but…" she said, "business is bad. We're poorer than poor."

"Construction…" Ida repeated, placing a thoughtful hand to his chin.

"If your family's poor, then why aren't you helping them out?" Johnny questioned, his brow narrowing as he stared at her.

"If you got permission to use it, wouldn't your quirk cut costs, Uraraka?" asked Midoriya, his tone far more polite than the American's.

"Right?!" Uraraka agreed, whirling around to point at the trio. "That's what I said to Dad way back! But…" She flicked her fingers to the side as a dejected expression crept upon her face. "My parents don't want me to be in their business. Not that they haven't said my Quirk would be really useful to them! But… they didn't want me to throw away my dreams for them." She then turned to look out the hallway window. "When I was a kid, I told my Dad that when I grow up, I would help him and mom. But he simply smiled and told me that would be even sweeter if his baby girl made her own dreams come true. Even joked how once that day came, I could take him and Mom to Hawaii…"

She then turned back to face them, and Midoriya was surprised to see determination shining off her face. Not like Johnny's own dark flame, but just as strong as she shined like the sun itself. "So I'm gonna be a hero. I'll make that money so that my Mom and Dad can have easier lives."

Silenced filled the corridor as the three boys stared at Uraraka. Suddenly clapping erupted from Ida as raised his hands up high, slapping them together enthusiastically as he smiled at the gravity girl. "Bravo!" he exclaimed. "Uraraka, Bravo!" The brown haired girl started at Ida for a moment, before her blush returned tenfold.

Though he shared his classmate's feelings, Midoriya didn't immediately join in clapping. Instead he continued to stare at Uraraka. "So she doesn't just idolize heroes," he thought quietly. "She's thinking of the practical as well..." Awe and admiration filled his being as the seconds passed by. Being in a heroic school such as U.A., with many of its students wanting to become a hero for many different reasons, it was refreshing to hear such a humble goal behind her dream, even if others would judge it to be greedy.

Yet he paused when he noticed Johnny's expression from the corner of his eye. His face showed no more emotion than stone gave off, but the look in his eyes held something distant and forlorn. It was only there for a split second before it was gone, leaving Midoriya to wondered if he was just imagining it, but deep down something told him otherwise. The American had been rather critical of Uraraka since the Battle Training—for reasons that the fanboy had yet to discern—but now he was silent, almost subdued. All things considered, it was rather perplexing and Midoriya felt the need to know what was going through his friend's head.

Before he could ask, however, booming laughter filled the hallway. "Ahahaha! You are here, Midoriya!" exclaimed All Might as he dramatically slid into the hallway, causing everyone to jolt upright.

"A-All Might!" said the fanboy as he turned to face the legendary hero. "Why are you are here?"

"Lunch…" The muscular man then held up a carefully packaged bento box. "Wanna eat with me?"

"That's so adorable!" Uraraka spluttered. "He's like a school girl!"

"With the charm of a man who's been lifting weights their entire life," Johnny said dryly. That only made the gravity girl laugh harder till she started to cough hoarsely.

As Ida tried to help calm Uraraka down before she collapsed, Midoriya decided to answer All Might's question. "O-Of course, All Might." Yet as he agreed to the request, he pondered as to what his hero would want to talk about. Suddenly a cold sweat started to creep down his spine as his eyes went absolutely wide. "Did Johnny reveal the secret about One For All?!" Admittingly, he hadn't told All Might yet about his secret being revealed as he planned to tell him later today. But if the media already knew the truth, then they would have been already swarming U.A., trying desperately to get an interview with the legendary hero. Besides, All Might didn't look furious at the moment, so whatever he wanted, it was about something else.

The trickle of relief he felt only lasted a moment as it was submerged in a tidal wave of anxious realization. He knew there was no escaping his fate, he had to tell All Might the truth after their talk. Turning his head to the side, he saw Ida and Uraraka giving him encouraging smiles.

"Go on, Midoriya," said Ida. "We'll see you back in class."

"Yeah!" Uraraka echoed. "Have a great time with All Might!"

Johnny remained silent for a moment before giving the fanboy a nod. "Have a good lunch, Midoriya," he said as he turned his wheelchair around and got in the elevator with the rest of his classmates.

"You have good friends, young Midoriya," said All Might, clasping a hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "Don't worry though, I won't take up all your time. What's the matter? Are you feeling sick? Do you need to go the bathroom?"

Midoriya stiffened a bit he met the Symbol of Peace's gaze, a bit of sweat trickling down the side of his neck. Even though he planned to tell All Might earlier, Midoriya's stomach churned nauseously and his mouth felt dry. Yet there was no backing down now. Strengthening his resolve, Midoriya took a deep breath before saying, "No, All Might. I feel fine… But there's something I need to tell you."

"Oh? Then let's go someplace more private. There are things I wanted to talk about you as well."


Johnny stared out the window, resting his chin on a hand as the bus traveled further and further out of the city. It didn't take long before everyone was hustled into the bus after the lunch was over, all of them wearing their hero costumes as per Aizawa's last minute instructions. The ride out of the city was mostly uneventful, though the American noticed an increased number of police cruisers patrolling the city along with several heroes. More than likely they were still looking for the mad driver from the previous day. Or at looking out for any signs of the League of Villains. The tall, cramped buildings and other impressive outlets of the city, however, slowly gave way to beautiful greenery and sights of the wilderness outside of Musutafu. Eventually, that gave way as well as the bus headed up a mountain. Johnny briefly wondered just how long it would take before they finally reached the survival course.

"I'm telling you, the cannoli is the best dessert in the world!" Johnny blinked before turning towards Gyro, who was currently talking to Sato. "Combined with a bit Panna Cotta and a chilly coco-cola, you be on cloud nine for an hour."

"Really?" asked Sato, placing a hand to his chin. "I'll have to try that. I needed something to give my Quirk a boost as of late."

"Well you can do no wrong with Italian sweets, my friend. Just trust me."

"Sounds tasty," Sero added as he leaned towards the conversation. "Though I personally think that ice-cream mochi is the best thing in the world." Gyro's faced twisted at that. "You don't like mochi?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just… just that it doesn't agree with me that's all."

"That means he doesn't like it," Johnny said dryly as Gyro whirled around to glare at him.

"That's not it, it's just… compared to dumplings, Daifuku, and crepes, mochi is at the bottom of my list of favorite Japanese treats."

The American merely raised an eyebrow at his mentor. "You do realized that one of those desserts is not Japanese, right?"

"You clearly haven't been to the restaurants that I been to in Musutafu." The Italian then leaned back into his seat, closing his eyes as if remembering the taste of the delicious dessert. "Best crepe I ever had since I came to Japan."

Johnny wondered exactly what kind of eateries Gyro been to on his off time to have such a fond expression on his face, but decided it was best not to know. Rolling his eyes, he turned his gazed back to the window, but paused when he saw Midoriya's face. It was blank, almost borderline bleak as he simply stared forward without a word. Some of their classmates shifted uncomfortably under that gaze, and Uraraka looked on at the curly haired youth with concern, but Johnny knew better. Or at least, he had an idea why Midoriya currently looked shell-shocked. He probably told All Might the truth by now and it didn't take a genius to figure out that the hero might have been a bit upset that his secret was revealed.

Though he briefly wondered why All Might had yet confront him about it and have him sworn to secrecy. "Maybe he's waiting till after the survival training," he thought to himself. If that was the case, he knew was in for a long evening after school. Though he did feel a bit guilty that Midoriya had suffer because of him, even if it was just a simple reprimand from the great hero. Perhaps he should—

Blaring horns shattered Johnny's thoughts. Turning around, he and the rest of his curious class saw a steam covered car following close behind the bus. "It can't be…" Johnny muttered as he stared incredulously as the car continued to blare loudly, almost as to taunt the American. Yet deep down, he knew that was the same guy who almost killed him yesterday.

"What the hell is up with this guy?" demanded Bakugo.

"Maybe he's in a hurry?" Hagakure speculated.

"I'm amazed this guy can actually drive with all that steam covering his car," Shoji noted.

"Maybe he's late for an afternoon trip to a por—," Mineta tried say before another firm slap from Asui's tongue clamped his mouth shut.

"Even if they were in a hurry, they should at least respect the speed limit!" Ida said, waving his hands around in a strict manner.

"Not to mention that one small mistake could have him drive off the cliff," said Ojiro, peering to the side to see the steep cliff beside the road's rail-guard.

"Hey Johnny…" Midoriya spoke up as he warily eyed the car. "Isn't that the car from yesterday?"

"Eh?" uttered Gyro before eyeing both the fanboy and his apprentice. "What's he talking about, Johnny?" The others turned to look at the two as well, but Johnny ignored them all as he fixated his glare directly at the steaming automobile.

He then blinked in surprise when he noticed how the car was getting steadier closer to it. "No… That's not it…" he thought to himself before looking outside of a window. His eyes widened like small saucers as realization hit him like a hurricane. "He's not getting faster. We're slowing down!"

He wasn't the only one to notice as Todoroki turned to speak to the robotic driver of the bus. "Hey, why are we slowing down?"

"There is a sharp curve not too far away now," answered the robot. "Since the gentlemen behind us is seems to be in a hurry, and in order to ensure a safe ride to the survival course, I'm going to let him pass." He then stuck a metallic arm out the driver window, gesturing to the steaming car behind the bus that it was safe to move forward.

"That makes sense I suppose," Ashido said before smiling brightly. "This way we won't have to deal with this creep and he'll make whatever appointment he's late for!"

"Hold on a second… something doesn't seem right," Johnny said as he a sudden nagging feeling crept up his spine and cause the back hairs of his neck to rise up. "This guy tri—"

A sudden scraping shrill roared behind them as the car started to turn into the opposite lane, quickly becoming parallel to the school bus. Yet it didn't go any faster than that, keeping only the same pace that the larger vehicle had.

"What the heck is this guy trying…?" Gyro started to say, but paused when the steam cover the car suddenly evaporated, letting everyone finally get a good look at it. Everyone moved to press themselves up against the right side of the bus, ignoring their robotic driver's warning to sit back down. Johnny carefully hefted himself over to where his classmates were before pushing up beside Gyro and Bakugo.

Peering out the window, Johnny saw the car was an old, American made Chevrolet Camaro, though it was hard to guess what kind of year it was. Painted from head to toe in midnight black, a white solidary star stood out amongst the dark color on the side of the door. Bullet holes lined up the back till they resembled another five pointed star, though whether it was intentional, no one could say. What stood out the most, however, was a single engraving that at the front grille that read "STYLO".

It was an impressive looking car to be sure, but Johnny paid little heed to it as his attention was fixated at the driver seat. Inside the car was pitch black with barely any light illuminating anything, yet the crippled youth could see not a driver at the wheel. Instead he saw a pair of black, talon-like gloves grasping tightly to the steering wheel. Floating just above the hands was a head with a gasmask that had an unnaturally long beak-like nose attached to it. Johnny could only stare disbelief at what he was seeing before watching as the head turned slowly towards the bus, feeling its piercing gaze falling upon him. If that wasn't unnerving enough, the goggles of the gasmask glowed a hellish red.

"….Stylo…."

Though it was a low hiss that should have been drown out by the roar of the engines of the Camaro and the bus, every one of the students heard the masked driver.

"What the hell…?" uttered Johnny, pressing himself against the window to get a closer look. Feeling his instincts now screaming out of every pore of his body, he turned to face the robotic bus driver. "Drive faster. Now!

"Huh?" Robot sounded perplexed. "But the turn is coming up and the car has yet to make its pass."

Johnny let out a growl as he turned back to the glare at the Camaro, seething internally at how incompetent the robot was with sensing danger when it was right beside them. "Just do it right—!" He found himself unable to finish his sentence when he noticed the floating head and hands inside the car pressing against the right up against the car's window. The steering wheel inside barely moving an inch even as it's driver continued to stare ominously at the young students.

"How the hell is he driving?!" Mineta suddenly screamed, grabbing the side of his bulbous hair as he shivered intensely where he sat.

Before anyone could even utter single syllable in response, a black mist started to flow out underneath the car. Suddenly one of the floating hands from the Camaro pushed against the window until it gave way like water. Staring with wide eyes, Johnny watched a ragged, black cloaked arm form around the hand as it continued to push out the window. The talon-like hand then slowly pointed forward till it was directly facing the bus's robotic driver.

It was then that the index finger started glow.

Crackling light and electricity start to engulf the hand and it didn't take Johnny long to figure out what the freak driver was about to do.

"MOVE!" he roared at the bus driver, but it was too late.

Like a lightning bolt struck down from the heavens, an electric beam zoomed towards its prey. The robot only had time to turn its head before the window next to it shattered. The students of U.A. shielded their eyes and backed away as their driver violently twitched while its whole body sparkled brightly. It only lasted a few seconds before the light dissipated and the robot slumped forward with a thud.

Suddenly everyone in the bus was shifted back a step as the bus sped up. Shaking his head after being knocked to the floor by the sudden shift, Johnny pushed himself up to see the robot's leg was firmly pressing down on the gas petal. But that wasn't all the paraplegic saw. Not too far away from the where they were was the sharp turn. Panic started to quickly bubble up inside of him even as the black Camaro rode swiftly beside the bus. If he, or any of his classmates, didn't do something soon, then they all would find themselves quickly learning how to fly in the next few seconds.


Author's Note: Ok, so... I'm recovering from a cold right now, so I'll try to keep this relatively short. First off, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter it's the start of the first original arc and I hope you all enjoy what I have in store for this soon enough!

Also the title, "On Melancholy Hill" is a reference to the same song from the Gorillaz. I wanted something that represented a small chill time before the action began for this arc and, well, have a theme with the naming process for this arc. You'll understand what I mean next chapter.

As for Bakugo's Stats, here they are!

Stats:

Power: 5/5

Speed: 4/5

Technique: 5/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Cooperativeness: 1/5

Explosion: Bakugo has a powerful quirk that allows him to sweat nitroglycerin which he can detonate at will. With years of practice, Bakugo has learned how use his explosions for precise attacks while maintaining devastating power. However, using his power repeatedly and using it to its fullest can hurt his body, but he able to predict this problem so he had his hero suit, specifically his gauntlets, to regulate the backlash behind his quirk so he can safely use the most powerful attacks he has to offer. Combined with Bakugo's intellect, he able to get really creative with his Quirk to the point where he's an unstoppable force.

Now for some mini review responses since I'm still sick. Sorry for however brief they may be, but I hope to answer your questions to the best of my ability in this state.

FoxOnPie: Thank you very much. And yes, while I didn't do too much original stuff earlier, I tried to do make it epic as it was in the manga/anime. And I hope you, and everyone else enjoyed it as well this chapter!

gold crown dragon: Oh you'll find out what I have in store for Diego soon enough.

reven228: Thank you so much for your support! And don't worry, Hot Pants shall appear later again in the story.

Guest #1: Oh god... now I have that image stuck in my head... thanks for that. :P

Guest #2: Thank you so much! :)

jalen johnson: Thank you for your support and yeah, Stand fights are usually a battle of high speed chest. You need to think on your feet to win the battle and quickly how to defeat your opponent before they defeat you first. Which I hope to convene in the next chapter.

Guest #3: Where? :P

Guest #4: It's done right now! :3

cyzja992: Over the course of the story will the other acts come forth. Won't say when or how, cause that will be spoilers.

lolrus555: Wow, that is a really in depth review. Thank you so much for it! And yeah, I like act 1 Tusk, he's adorable and I'm trying to get a lot of out off him before his second act. Still might have him appear even after act 2. Maybe. At any rate, thank you so much and I hope that you'll continue to enjoy my story!

Adam: We'll see, my friend. We'll see. :3

With that all said, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It was fun writing it and I will try to get started on the next chapter either later this month or early next month. Until then, I hope you all have a nice day! *Goes to die now due to cold* :P