Howdy folks, how's it going?
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday season.
And now here we are, for the final update of the year, the next chapter of 'Ere We Go, Pluz Ultra!
As always, huge shout out to Chaos for his continued help.
And as always, I do not own either BNHA nor Warhammer 40K. If I did, Momo would still be packing her prototype hero suit, and we'd know for a fact whether or not the Tyranids are running away from something.
With this all out of the way, enjoy the last update I'll provide ya in 2019!
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After that first rather… unconventional performance, Aizawa-sensei decided to get the ball toss exercise out of the way first. One by one, her fellow students did their throws, and a few noteworthy attempts included Bakugou, who for some reason was left seething at the fact he had managed a respectable 689m, shooting dirty looks at Midoriya all the while, and Uraraka, who blew everyone else out of the water when her toss sent the ball into outer orbit, setting her score at infinity.
Pretty soon it got to Momo's turn, and as the pony-tailed girl made her way into the circle, she considered her options. How could she both make a good toss and leave a good impression on their teacher? Not that she believed for a second that the expulsion threat was real, for in her mind it really just didn't seem feasible for UA to get rid of prospective heroes so early on in their education, but still, like Aizawa-sensei had said, it couldn't hurt for a hero to think outside the box.
So, she thought as she hummed ponderingly, out of all the things she knew how to make, and therefore had at her disposal, what would be the most effective in this situation…?
… Well, perhaps this it'd cost her a few points for lack of originality since Midoriya had beaten her to the punch, but how did the saying go? If it's not broken, don't fix it?
Making her decision, the tall girl unzipped the bottom of her training uniform, leaving her lower torso bare, not giving much thought to the reactions of some of her male fellow students (although the diminutive boy with the purple orbs for hair was particularly disturbing with his drooling…), and as she focused, the sparkling light that came with her quirk's activation shone around her belly, as it generated a grey, metallic barrel. For the sake of a bit more variety, she opted to create a cannon, setting the weapon on the ground before her. Quickly checking for any imperfections and satisfied that she had found none, Momo promptly placed the ball in the barrel, made a few quick calculations to angle it properly, and proceeded to pull the lever.
The explosive burst that ensued as the cannon roared and the projectile went flying wasn't quite as loud as the previous artillery assisted throw, but still it netted her an even better score at 900m. And so satisfied, she turned and walked back towards the rest of the students, secretly somewhat embarrassed by the surprised and approving looks and comments she was getting…
…Only to stumble and nearly fall flat on her ass in surprise when she found Midoriya in her personal space, his face dangerously close to her own as he stared up at her with a steely, stern frown.
"…Did you just create a perfectly functional cannon from your stomach?" He asked, in a rumbling, deathly serious tone, to which Momo blinked, her mind taking a bit longer than usual to process the words through the surprise at the sudden and from what little she knew uncharacteristic way the odd boy was addressing her.
"Uuuh, yes, sort of…?" She ended up replying uncertainly, feeling a bit nervous that she may have angered him by surpassing him with his own trick… "Why do you ask…?"
"Why?" Midoriya grunted, nearly sending Momo into a panic at how seemingly incensed her question made him… Then he broke into a grin so wide and cheerful it was a wonder how his face didn't split open, a downright ecstatic glint in his red eyes. "CUZ DAT WUZ ZOGGIN' AWSOME, DAT'Z WHY!"
…
"Eehrrm… What?"
"YA JUST POPPED A BIG CANNON OUTTA YER BELLY!" The green-haired boy stressed, gesticulating wildly towards her midsection.
"Well, technically-hey!" Momo gasped in shock, a bright flush crossing her cheeks as the boy crouched down before her and began poking at her stomach at different angles. "P-please, stop t-that, it-it t-tickles…"
"How'z it work?! Wot kindz'a dakka can ya make?! How much dakka can ya makez?!" Midoriya kept prodding, completely unaware of the mortification he was causing her. "Tellmetellmetellmeh!"
And for all her training, for all her upbringing, for all the outwardly controlled if surprised demeanour she was projecting, the pony-tailed girl was most definitely internally panicking right now. Nothing had prepared her for this!
The whole spectacle did not go unnoticed by the rest of the class, who looked on with emotions ranging from shock, to amusement, to jealousy.
"That gutsy bastard…" The diminutive, purple-headed student grumbled, teeth practically grinding as he stared at the scene enviously.
"OI!" Another girl, with purple hair and odd extensions in her earlobes, seemingly snapped out of her surprise at the scene and yelled at the green-haired boy. "What do you think you're doing?!"
The words seemed to snap the boy out of whatever rambling daze he was in, as he turned to look at the girl like he'd only now realized she was there, then back to what he was doing, then up at the incredibly embarrassed focus of his attention.
"…Oh whoops." He said, getting up and taking a couple of steps back, not looking all too regretful. "Sorry'bout that. Mah always sez I get too worked up when I see kewl new quirks. And yerz is really kewl."
Momo was honestly too frazzled to be able to form a coherent answer to that, but fortunately she was spared the trouble.
"If you are quite done wasting our time," Aizawa finally cut in, his unimpressed expression and flat tone doing an amazing job of hiding his amusement. "We need to continue with the tests. Oh, and Yaoyoruzu, please get your cannon out of the circle."
The girl flushed a bit more at the words, her embarrassment reaching new heights upon realizing she had indeed left her creation behind just like that. Was she really that used to having her household staff clean up after her…?
She swiftly moved to rectify that mistake, and as they moved on to the next test, and she felt a pair of eyes following her with unerring focus, Momo couldn't help but wonder if using that cannon had been a good idea…
/
The next step took them to an indoors gym, where they were to test their grip strength. Here the ones who excelled the most so far were the bulky Sato, the multi-armed Shoji and Momo herself, who opted to create a vice grip which once again netted her the highest score. She had just let go of the object and allowed herself a satisfied sigh at the result-
"Wwwwooooooaaaaahhh…"
-And immediately opened them to the dangerously close and widely grinning face of Midoriya. Once again, she nearly jumped back in fright. What was the deal with this guy?!
"So ya can make gizmos too?!" The eccentric greenette asked cheerfully. "I got gizmos too, made'em meself, tho not like ya, dah ol'fashioned way! Lookielookielook!"
Not giving her room to get a word in edgewise, he stuffed his hand into a pocket, a focused expression on his face, tongue extended at the corner of his lip and everything, and the pony-tailed girl did a double take at the scene as she noticed his arm sinking into it much further than the fabric should allow as he seemed to rummage for something inside…
"Ahah!" He exclaimed triumphantly, as he pulled the arm back out, now clad in a massive red gauntlet tipped with a trio of metallic, scythe-like talons.
"Diz' mah powah klaw!" Midoriya declared, that megawatt grin on his face widening even further. Before Momo or anyone else could say anything in reply, he reached down with a surprising amount of dexterity for such an unwieldy and heavy looking contraption and grabbed one of the grip test devices.
It promptly snapped in half between the claws.
…
"…Oh whoops." The boy said eloquently. "Oi, Boss, deez grip thingamajigs be moigty breaky."
Aizawa, for his part, slightly raised an eyebrow at the odd form of addressing him, took a second to look down at the shattered scrap on the floor, and promptly deciding it was not worth the effort, simply marked Midoriya as having the humble score of "Yes."
/
Fortunately, the next few tests went on without any major incidents. Now it was time for the 50meter dash, and for this one the students were paired up. Iida, coming from a long line of speedsters, naturally excelled in this particular trial with a 2.8 second score. Momo herself decided to forgo creating anything this time around, both to save some reserves for the final test and out of a desire to test herself physically, and netted herself a decent 6.9 seconds.
Then came Midoriya's turn, alongside the girl with the earlobe extensions, one Kyoka Jirou.
By this point, the green-haired boy had certainly… left an impression on his fellow students, and most of them gathered expectantly, wondering what sort of shenanigans he was going to pull out of his pocket this time.
They were understandably confused when Aizawa-sensei gave the go ahead, and the two students simply ran. Fast enough to almost blur.
Midoriya reached the finish line first, Jirou just momentarily behind, the boy grinning and the girl looking thoroughly mystified. Their teacher glanced at the chronometer, and did a double take.
"Midoriya, 4.2 seconds. Jirou, 4.4 seconds." He declared, eyebrow raised at the development.
"…Uh." The purple-haired girl voiced, seemingly confused at what just happened. "Guess I'm in better shape than I thought…"
The green haired boy simply grinned as he made his way back to the group, all but skipping in the uniform's bright red shoes.
/
He had to admit, if only to himself, so far, he was kind of impressed.
The final test was the endurance run, where the entire class did circles around the training field. Yaoyoruzu promptly created a small moped (she was understandably confused when she heard Midoriya grumbling about something "not bein' redy yet…") which allowed her to single-handedly dominate the test. By the tail end of it, only Midoriya was still in the running, wide grin ever present on his face as he somehow looked no worse for wear, while even Iida, Bakugou and Kirishima had made herculean efforts to keep up before just about keeling over. It eventually got to the point that Aizawa just plain ordered them to stop as there was little point in extending things any further when it was clear the girl could keep going for as long as the tank had gas and the boy showed no sign of slowing down.
Understandably, it was a very exhausted group of students that stood before the scruffy-looking teacher as the man fiddled with the controls of a screen that had been brought in while they were running.
"Alright then," Aizawa stated, sweeping a dull look across the increasingly more nervous children before he pressed one final button. "Based on what I saw, here are your scores."
The screen flared to life, showing a list of their names, and the hero was quick to gauge the new prospects' reactions. Yaoyoruzu seemed quite satisfied, and going by a few, minute tells he was picking up on, relieved, to find herself in the first place. Midoriya's grin widened massively upon seeing himself in second. Todoroki seemed to take his third place with a more detached aloofness, broken only by side glances at the first two. Bakugou, on the other hand, was very visibly alternating between seething anger and shocked disbelief upon finding himself in fourth, making Aizawa think that he should probably keep an eye on this one. And so it went, down the line, until it reached Mineta at the very bottom of the list, and the kid looked like he was on the verge of despair as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes and his entire body shook in fear.
Ah well, he'd had his fun, and this batch was not too bad all things considered.
"Oh," He said airily, a grin just this side of manic on his face. "And nobody's getting expelled."
3…
2…
1…
"…WHAT?!"
There was the expected reaction from a majority of the class, Mineta being too busy crying snot and tears and having his knees giving out from under him to join in.
"Well, it was fairly obvious it was a ruse…" Yaoyoruzu commented, apparently confused that nobody seemed to have thought of it that way.
Well, we couldn't have someone taking the sting off his little stunt, now could we?
"It was not, Yaoyoruzu." He said, making sure to put some extra effort into his stern frown, which payed off nicely if the way she nearly jumped at the sudden rebuttal was anything to go by. "I would not have hesitated to expel anyone in the class if you hadn't shown me that you had the potential to make it in this line of work. There's nothing crueller than letting someone do something they are clearly not prepared for. It would've been better to nip anyone who wasn't taking this seriously in the bud right now."
A heavy silence fell upon the students as they took in his words. Good, seems like the message got ac-
"Dat'z zoggin' stoopid."
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The tension in the air seemed to increase exponentially as Aizawa slowly swept his stern stare towards Midoriya, the other students nervously watching and shuffling back while the boy blinked owlishly back at him without an ounce of concern on his face, to the kid's credit.
"Oh?" The scruffy hero intoned. "Do you find an issue with my logic, Midoriya?"
"Uuuh, yah?" The green-haired boy, replied, looking genuinely perplexed at the whole situation. "I mean, I guess it works fer all dah sissy quitters, why dah zog wuld anyone dat'z relly wantin' tah be a hero give a zog wotchu think?"
"Is that a fact?" The man commented, his hair beginning to sway ominously as his glare intensified. "And what would you do if I were to expel you right now?"
"I'd go to sum other hero school." Midoriya replied with a careless shrug. "An' if dat one dun take me either, I'd keep goin' and goin' till I found one dat did, and if none do, I'd try sumthin' else. I want tah be a hero, and I'z not about tah let sumthin' dumb liek an opinion get in meh way."
…
…Hhhhmm, quite the spine on this one.
Aizawa slowly glanced around to the other students, who were all staring at the confrontation, and amidst the obvious shock and concern, there was also agreement and respect for their colleague. Gone was the nervousness and uncertainty, to be replaced by determination. Even Bakugou, who had so far showed himself hostile towards the green-haired kid, had a look of grudging approval to him.
Well, Aizawa knew when he was beaten.
"Your opinion, Midoriya," He said at length, keeping the glare up just a bit longer for dramatic effect… before breaking into a small, genuinely amused smirk. "Is duly noted." Then he turned to address the others. "As I was going to say before the interruption, you've all showed me today, one way or another, that none of you has zero potential, and so nobody is gonna be expelled. Make sure to keep it that way. Class is dismissed, just make sure to go pick up your curriculums from the classroom and then you're free to go for the day."
Needing little more prompting than that, the class made to go back to the locker rooms.
And it was at that point that, soon as he tried to take a step, Midoriya promptly faceplanted on the floor, to general surprise and alarm from his peers.
Aizawa was by the green-haired teen in seconds, trying to check for injuries.
"Midoriya, what's wrong?"
"Uh, zognest fing, Boss," The kid replied, voice half muffled by his still having his face glued to the ground. "Can bawely feel muh wegs."
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"Midoriya," The teacher started, feeling a twitch incoming to his eyebrow. "Did you keep running past the point of exhaustion?"
"Uuuh, yah?" Came the reply as the teen turned his head to stare at him confusedly. "You said to keep going till you told us to stop."
…Yup, that was definitely a twitch. As if it hadn't been abundantly clear before, seems like he'd found the problem child of the year.
"I also said to stop if you felt you couldn't handle any more. Knowing your limits is important for a hero, Midoriya." The teacher said with an exasperated sigh, before turning to look questioningly at the others. "Will somebody help Midoriya to the nurse's office?"
"…I'll do it, Aizawa-Sensei."
…Well now, Aizawa like to believe himself to be a man who doesn't easily get surprised, but he'd be lying if he said he had expected Yaoyoruzu in particular to volunteer.
"Very well." He conceded as he got Midoriya to his feet and handed him over to her. "I assume you know the way."
The girl nodded respectfully and proceeded to help the green-haired boy along, and with that the rest of the class begun leaving the field. It wasn't long before the man found himself alone, which made for the perfect time to finally say. "Are you going to come out now?"
An awkward laughter was the answer, as out from the corner of the tool shed came the Number 1 Hero himself. Figured the big lug wouldn't be all too good at stealth.
"Well now, that was quite an interesting performance from the new students." All Might commented as he approached, looking quite frankly ridiculous in that yellow suit. "But I didn't take you of all people to be an actor, Eraserhead. Why try so hard to antagonize the kids? You know they're gonna be getting the full story of your "expulsions" from their sempais eventually."
"They need to learn that the world they're trying to walk into isn't going to coddle them. If they couldn't handle this first setback, then they didn't really deserve to be here." The erasure hero grunted. "Not that it matters much now, I suppose, given how Midoriya rendered the whole point of my little stunt moot."
"Yeah, that was something alright." The blonde mountain of a man agreed, the grin plastered across his face turning slightly stilted. "Speaking of, are you feeling ok? That… whatever it was, had to hurt. You were sent flying nearly halfway across the track!"
Aizawa did not immediately reply, gingerly touching around the area where a black eye was quite clearly forming, wincing as a spike of pain lanced through it.
"…I'm going to need to go see Recovery Girl myself." And preferably before Hizashi got wind of this…
The memory flashed through his mind, of that…weird voice he could've sworn he had heard, if for the faintest of moments.
Midoriya's quirk was definitely unusual, even by the standards of quirks. He would definitely need to keep an eye on this problem child…
/
…Why had she gotten herself into this?
Recovery Girl had been quick to give the eccentric boy a once over and a quick peck on the cheek from her had handled the soreness that was keeping him from moving his legs properly, after which some other matter had drawn the elderly heroine away from the nurse's room, leaving the pony-tailed girl to find herself in the extremely awkward situation of being alone with Midoriya's bright red eyes locked on to her as he sat with his legs dangling off the bed.
Maybe… she should try to say something?
"Hhheeerrrmm, Midoriya-san," She ventured hesitantly, starting to feel really self-conscious with the way his stare just wouldn't budge… "If you are feeling well enough, we should probably head back to cla-"
"Ya never answered me."
Momo blinked, not expecting that particular reply.
"Yer quirk," The boy explained, leaning forward in almost childish eagerness. "Ya never did say how it works."
"Oh, huumm… May I ask why you want to know, Midoriya-san?" She inquired, not really managing to keep from taking a more formal, more guarded tone.
"Cuz it kinda reminds me' ah mine!" The boy replied cheerily, either not picking up on or not really caring about the shift in her demeanour. "I can'z build stuff out uddah stuff, but I needz to get dah stuff from places. Yer quirk seemed liek mine but bettah, so I just wanted tah know how ya do it!"
Momo hesitated. She was no stranger to people being curious about her quirk. Creation was an incredibly versatile and powerful ability, and through the years many people had been drawn to try and have it handy for their own purposes. Business deals, marriage proposals, sucking up at school, the heiress of the Yaoyoruzu family had seen it all. But Midoriya's rather… intense and flattering curiosity seemed like something new, something, dare she say, genuine?
Well, as her classmate he'd find out one way or another eventually, so surely, there'd be no harm in it, right?
"Well, my quirk allows me to generate non-organic matter from the lipids in my body. In essence, I can make anything I know the molecular composition of."
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"But yer not fat."
"E-Excuse me?!" The pony-tailed girl all but squeaked, completely unsure on how to take the odd reply, which was not the answer she was expecting, and definitely not one she had ever heard before.
"I mean," The boy elaborated, scratching at his messy mop of a hairdo in confusion. "Ya popped a cannon, a vice, a bike and all dem other thingamajigz out for dah tests. All dat metal, all dem components… Now I wuz nevah much good with school stuff an'dah liek, but unless ya wuz fat, liek, Fat Gum fat, shuldn't ya be all skin'n bonez, roigt now?"
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…What?
Just…
Wwwwhhhaaattt?!
"I… But, I mean, I think… I, I, I-" Try as she might, Momo found herself unable to come up with an answer, jaw working up and down as she desperately tried to rationalize an explanation for the very good point Midoriya had just made, and that she somehow had never considered before.
She failed miserably.
And Midoriya became quite confused upon seeing her slowly slumping back into one of the room's chairs, a wide-eyed, slack-jawed look on her face.
"Oi."
"Yeah…?"
"Ya feelin' awight?"
"Oh, yes, quite alright. I just… Feel like I've had my whole worldview turned on its axis…"
"Wot?"
"You just pointed out to me that I don't make sense according to the laws of physics, Midoriya-san…I am shocked and confused… Because I really don't know how to answer you…"
"Well, dat seemz easy enuff."
"Come again…?"
"Doez it really matter how yer quirk relly works, longs as ye know it doez?"
"I… suppose not?"
"Well, there ya go, den. N'by the way, ya want me tah see'bout callin' Recovery Gurl back? Yer lookin' a lil' pale dere…"
"No, no, it's quite fine, I don't think she can help me with this… I just… need some time to think."
"…If ya say so." The boy replied with a shrug. "I wuldn't worry too much, I'z sure ya'll figure it out. Zog knowz we'll have dah time fer it. But now, I prolly should go, Powah Loadah still wantz tah see me' fore dah day'z over. Cya later, Buildy Girl!"
With that he was off without a care in the world, leaving a very confused Momo to try to figure out what just happened…
/
"Hhhheeyyy, Aizawa, how'd the thing goooo- Bwahahahahahahahah! Oh, holy crap, did one of the little listeners finally lose their temper with ya?!"
…Of fucking course Hizashi had to be the only one in the teacher's lounge when he got there. The logic of trying to get a bit more work done before having Recovery Girl take a look at him seemed to have backfired for once.
"No, Mic, I was not punched by one of the students." The Erasure Hero said with a long-suffering sigh. "One of the quirks had an adverse reaction to being erased and the backlash did this."
"…You got punched by a kid." The Voice Hero concluded with a shit-eating grin, not for the first time having Aizawa wondering why he bothered being friends with the bastard. "So which one of the little listeners did ya in? The sugar boy? The one with the tentacles, though he didn't really seem the type? Or was it the explosive one?"
"None of those. It was Midoriya's quirk."
"Uh, really, my favourite of the new batch?" Hizashi grunted, clearly surprised by the development. "Sure, the lil'green bean seemed really enthusiastic about being here, but I didn't think he'd have it in him. You gonna expel him? Cause that'd be a damned shame…"
"I'm not expelling anyone." Aizawa replied, annoyance plain to see on his expression. Yeeessh, you pull one little scare tactic once at it haunts you for life… "Like I keep telling you, it wasn't the kid himself. His quirk seems to be… sapient in some way, and it lashed out when I tried to erase it to prove a point. Kid even tried to warn me off."
"Uh," Was the intelligent reply. "So a living quirk let's the kid build whack machines? How does that work?"
Finally, a valid question, and one that Aizawa was lacking answers for at this moment. But he was going to be keeping an eye on the kid, and he'll be damned if he's not going to find out…
"Now that I think of it," Hizashi continued, ponderingly. "Didn't Power Loader want to see the kid about-"
The blond hero found himself being interrupted by the loud bang of the door being smashed open, and the duo looked back to see the aforementioned hero stomping in. Now, at the best of times, it was generally rather hard to tell how the Excavation Hero was feeling, what with that impractical monstrosity he called a helmet and all that, but in this particular instance, Aizawa couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at how the man's whole demeanour just screamed frustration, irritation and… fright?
"Heerhhh…" Hizashi ventured awkwardly, clearly reading the mood. "Everything alright, Loader?"
The almost feral looking yellow helmet suddenly snapped towards them with unnerving focus, and it was with increasing confusion and a small bit of concern that Aizawa saw the other man stomp towards him, grab him by the collar of his uniform, and bodily lift him off the ground.
"Aizawa," Power Loader grumbled, in a tone of voice that sounded almost… manic? "For the love of everything that is holy and true on this good earth… You will keep that kid away from the Support Department studios at all times, got it?"
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…
The Erasure Hero had always prided himself for being a collected, logical man, but he had to admit, he was kind of drawing a blank here…
"Is this about the Villain-bot unit?" He ventured, trying to piece together the cause for this erratic behaviour.
"He defiled the damn thing! It's beyond recovery now! And, and, and nothing he has on him makes sense, and he's broken the laws of physics with a FUCKING bicycle light and I-I…I just can't deal with that!" Power Loader ranted, his tone frantic and frightened like only someone on the verge of a breakdown could… "I already have one beacon of insanity in my class. I cannot handle two. The world couldn't handle them. They cannot meet, they mustn't meet… so for the sake of everyone, Eraserhead, do not let that kid near my studios!"
With his piece said, the Excavation Hero unceremoniously dropped the mystified focus of his rant and stomped out of the room.
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…
"Ooooooookkk…" Hizashi supplied unhelpfully. "What the fuck was that?"
That's what Aizawa would like to know…
/
Later that evening, Momo found herself in her room, taking a soothing sip of tea as she considered the events of the day. Frankly, it hadn't been quite what she had expected. From Aizawa-sensei's sternness, to all the tests, to her classmates, UA was surely quite unlike anything in her entire academic life up to this point.
Unwittingly, her thoughts trailed back to a certain green-haired boy, and how casually he had butted into her life and turned a great deal of it upside down…
Out of everyone in the class, or out of everyone she had ever met, for that matter, Midoriya was by far the oddest, and now she was going to have to learn to live with that oddity during the next three years…
… Well, she couldn't help but think ruefully, at least it seemed like things were going to be… eventful?
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…
"Wait…" The pony-tailed girl started, as sudden realization dawned on her. "What happened to my cannon and moped…?"
/
The loud bang of the door being kicked open heralded her son's return, and so Inko Midoriya was there at their home's entrance, to see the boy stomping in, his cheery grin just that slight bit wider.
"Welcome back, Izuku." She greeted with her indulgent little smile. "How was the first day of school?"
"T'waz awsome, Mah!" The boy answered boisterously. "I'z made a friend! She'z relly kewl! Gave meh sum awsome giftz'n errythin'!"
/
The madness continues, and it spreads its roots…
If you'll allow me a bit of a rant, Mineta's not going anywhere in this story. I mean, do not get me wrong, I dislike the little bastard as much as the next guy, but the tendency writers seem to have of just doing away with him right at the beginning has become so common of late that it honestly has thrown me off some otherwise potentially good stories. I mean, why take the easy way out and nip his presence at the bud, when it can be so much more fun to have him as a readily available target of comedic suffering, and even perhaps be given a chance and being genuinely a better character in the doing?
Besides, he's a grot-sized lil' git and I am not about to just let that perfect opportunity for mayhem slide, so he's staying, and I think yer all gonna like it.
With that said, in this upcoming (or already here depending on your time zone) brand new year, we're gonna start things out with the next Through the Eternities, so look forward to that.
A Happy New Year, to ya'll, with my sincere thanks for sticking with me this far, and my hopes that what I have planned for 2020 will entertain you as well.
Cya'all on the next one!