Beta-read by Cyber-RK18
When the U.A. Sports Festival was taking place, it was broadcasted and live-streamed for all the world to see. That meant there were recordings of events all over the internet. One of the most viewed moments was the final punch that allowed Bruce Wayne to win the festival.
Shigaraki watched as the teen knocked down his opponent before collapsing himself. He scrolled through the comments, most proclaiming how awesome the boy was and how so many looked forward to when he officially became a pro. His red eyes stared at Bruce on the paused video.
"That aura… an embodiment of hero society…"
Bruce was currently warming up while waiting for Aizawa-sensei. He reached down to his toes then slowly curled up to reach the sky. He paused to admire the picturesque sunset painted over the field. School had let out shortly after they had all chosen their hero names. There were a few days before internships started.
Bruce sighed as his thoughts drifted back to Wally. He didn't know what to do. His usually lively friend was quiet, and he seemed to be avoiding the group.
I should be able to understand what he is going through. It isn't exactly the same, but both our loved ones have been harmed by villains. So why… can't I say anything to him?
He hummed in frustration before returning to his stretches to distract himself. Bruce heard the door open behind him and knew it must be Aizawa-sensei. What stood out to him was that he detected two sets of footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder.
"Hello, Aizawa-sensei." He zeroed in on the person behind the pro hero. "Hello, Shinso. Fancy seeing you here."
The purple-haired teen frowned at him. Aizawa gestured to Hitoshi nonchalantly. "Shinso will be training with us from now on. You shouldn't mind since you suggested it to him."
I was actually hoping he'd get his own private sessions with you. Why do I have to share my time? Bruce turned to face them. "It's no problem, Sensei," he said, his poker face unwavering. Aizawa nodded. "Alright. For our first session together, I want you to fight Wayne, Shinso." The purple-haired teen jolted and his eyes widened a bit. "Wait, what?" Shota glanced at him. "It's simple. I need to test your skills so I can get an idea of where to start. Don't worry, Wayne will hold back."
"Well, I can't guarantee it will be by a lot," Bruce commented while crossing his arms.
Bruce and Hitoshi stood a distance from each other with Aizawa off to the side. Both silently stared at each other. The rule was simple. Whoever gave up first lost.
"Go!"
Bruce rushed forward and was ready to throw an uppercut by the time Hitoshi realized he needed to dodge. He grunted as Bruce's fist grazed his cheek. Shinso steadied himself and saw Bruce already sending a high kick towards him. He quickly ducked under it and backed away.
"Going straight for it, huh? And I thought we could get to know each other." Bruce's expression remained neutral. Shinso smirked. He'd figure it would take a bit to get the guy to talk. He just had to see how far he'd have to push him.
"So how did someone like you get into U.A.? From what I've seen, you needed a bunch of fancy tech to get through the festival. You've clearly got money, so it isn't farfetched to believe you bought your way in." Bruce stayed tight-lipped though Shinso noticed his attacks had picked up a bit of speed. He grunted when a kick connected with his side. Not enough. A little more.
Hitoshi dodged another kick and put some distance between them. "You look like you've gotten close with some people. Especially that meathead and bimbo. Why is someone of your status friends with them?" Bruce's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes sharpened. He still however remained silent. Alright then.
"Pretty sure your parents would be disappointed in your career choice. After all, rich folks have no time to help those below them." His opponent's expression quickly turned to rage, and he rushed towards him.
"You take-!" There.
Bruce's face went blank, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He simply stood staring at Hitoshi. The purple-haired teen grinned. "You may be in the hero course and the winner of the Sports Festival, but you really aren't much better than the rest of us. Now say you give up this fight."
"I… I giv…" Bruce's voice strained at the end. Shinso frowned. "Say you give up this fight," he commanded. Bruce's mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out.
Shinso's glare hardened. What is this? No one's ever resisted my Quirk before.
"I… no…" Bruce suddenly lurched forward and there was a harsh click from his teeth. When he stood straight again, Shinso was startled to see his eyes had returned to their normal icy blue. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"You… you bit your tongue to snap out of the brainwashing."
Bruce glowered at him. Soon he was right in front of Hitoshi with his leg pulled up into a high kick. Blood flew off his chin as his shin connected with Hitoshi's head. The strike threw him to the side, and he spun in mid-air before hitting the ground hard.
Shinso laid there stunned for a bit. He could already feel the side of his face swelling up.
Aizawa glanced at Bruce. "Wayne, you were supposed to hold back." His student glared to the side. "Sorry, Sensei." The pro turned to Hitoshi who was sitting up and holding his cheek. "You still want to fight Shinso?" The teen just weakly shook his head. "I guess that means you win Wayne."
Bruce just huffed and walked over to his backpack. He pulled out his extra water bottle and tossed it to Shinso. The other teen fumbled a little but managed to catch it. He brought it to his cheek and the cool surface soother the bruising a bit.
"I'm leaving early Aizawa-sensei," Bruce said. His tone left no room for argument. Shota nodded. "Alright. Before you go." He held out a slip of paper to his student. "I know you have more than enough requests to choose from, but I feel like you'd prefer to intern with someone who could actually teach you something." Bruce took the paper and nodded. As he turned to leave, he heard Hitoshi call out from behind him.
"Leaving so soon? Well, it's not like I came here to make a friend," he goaded. Bruce glanced over his shoulder. "Who'd want to be friends with a jerk like you?" Shinso was taken aback by the blunt reply and didn't even activate his Quirk. Bruce turned away. "Don't ever talk about my parents again. See you later." And he left Hitoshi and Aizawa alone.
Class 0-JL stood with their costume cases and luggage in the train station. Dr. Mid-Nite was there to see them off.
"Make sure to behave and respect the heroes you'll be interning with. I also expect you all to stay safe. Off you go."
"Yes, Dr. Mid-Nite-sensei!" his class responded.
The students began chatting about how excited they were to be working alongside actual pro heroes. Bruce noticed how Wally was already walking away to his gate. He saw his other friends had noticed too and could tell they were all thinking the same thing. The six ran after the redhead.
"West!" Hal called out, causing him to stop. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, you've got us," said Shayera. "Just let us know if you are ever feeling down," said Diana. "Yeah, we're your friends West," added Clark.
Wally turned to them all and gave a melancholy smile. "Thanks, you guys. I'm better than I was before." And with that, they watched as he walked away, unable to see his face of furious determination.
Bruce stood near the train tracks. Most of his classmates had already departed, including his friends. He was in deep thought as he waited.
I was standing right there with them, yet I couldn't say anything while they spoke to West. He's my friend and yet…
"Don't beat yourself up too much. You're not the only one who didn't talk." Bruce looked to his side to see J'onn standing next to him. "You feel like you should've said something considering you experienced a similar situation." Bruce remained stoic. "How can you tell how I'm feeling?" J'onn answered without looking. "It's a passive effect of my Quirk. I'm capable of sensing other people's emotions, especially when they are strong. Plus I just know what kind of person you are." The two boys were silent before J'onn spoke again. "I knew that West wasn't okay, but I couldn't say anything. Some friend I am." Bruce stared ahead. "You are feeling concerned, that's a good thing. You just have some trouble showing it. That can be improved though." J'onn glanced at him. "You've given me that leeway. Why not also give it to yourself?" The other teen looked down and nodded. "Perhaps you're right."
The train pulled in and filled the silence between them.
"I think this is the longest we've ever talked to each other J'onzz. I want to improve that." The train eventually came to a stop. "I'd like that," the green-skinned teen replied.
Bruce stared at his phone. He was about to send a message to Wally, but now he was just watching the blinking cursor. He had to start somewhere, and even now he was struggling.
"Just remember you can always talk to me. I am here for you." He frowned a bit at his words but sent the message anyway.
"Arriving in Yamanashi Prefecture in 15 minutes," an announcement sounded through the train.
Bruce stood in front of the building. It looked worn-down compared to the neighboring ones. Much of the bold letters painted above the doors had faded. All that could be made out was "GYM".
"This is the place." He knocked on the door. Nothing happened after a minute. He knocked again. Still nothing. He cautiously pushed open the door.
"Hello? Excuse me, I am the U.A. student who accepted your internship request."
The interior was dimly lit. He could see a boxing ring off-center in the large room, some weight-lifting sets and workout mats were on the side, and the other side had a mediocre kitchen. He then picked up the sounds of something striking an object hard and someone grunting with each strike.
Bruce slipped inside and quietly shut the door. He made his way around the boxing ring to where he could hear the sounds originating from.
There was a man hitting a worn-out punching bag. Bruce could see that the man was taller than him and had a broader build. He was dressed in a dark navy blue bodysuit with lighter accents down the sides and on the shoulders. He had on a black belt with pouches and boots with white laces. He had on black fingerless with enforcement on the knuckles and white wrappings around his forearms. He had on a cowl that had small protrusions resembling animal ears.
"Excuse me, sir?" Bruce called out. The man paused and turned to the boy, his golden eyes narrowing at him. Bruce could now see he had some stubble and his mask was designed to look like it had a feline nose and upper lip. There were three white claw-like marks on his chest.
Wildcat, an older hero. Considered a master combatant, his Quirk, Cat's Nines, allows him to return from death should he be killed. However, if he dies nine consecutive times, it's over.
"What are you doing here? Think you can just waltz into any building you want like you own the place?" the hero asked as he approached the teen. Bruce remained calm. "I am Bruce Wayne. The U.A. student interning with you. Aizawa-sensei recommended you." Wildcat stopped in front of him and scrutinized Bruce for a bit. He leaned in close with the teen not backing away. Then Wildcat stood back to his full height.
"Ah, I see. You're the brat that won the sports festival."
B-brat?
"Alright. Get your costume on and get in the ring," he said as he brushed past the boy. "I'm… sorry?"
"It's simple. I want to see what you can do. Without any of your fancy toys." Bruce was confused. He had expected to work alongside a pro hero and now he was saying he wanted to fight his intern. "Pardon me, Wildcat, but I don't feel like you're taking this seriously."
"Serious?"
With a mighty leap, Wildcat was soaring through the air. He planted his feet against one of the ceiling beams and launched himself down to the ring. He landed on his feet with a resonating "THUMP!". He looked up with a sneer at an awed Bruce.
"You can see that I'm very serious. I saw the way you fought at the festival. I'll admit, you were impressive. But do you think you would've gotten as far without your tools?" Bruce blinked. "I…"
Wildcat's grin grew, revealing his canines. "Then there's more reason to test what you're made of. Get in your costume, you kit!" Bruce's expression returned to its typical stoic. "Yes sir."
Bruce quickly suited up. His costume had been repaired since the attack at the W. A. T. C. H. Tower. He almost put on his utility belt before catching himself and placing it back in the case. He climbed into the boxing ring with Wildcat. "I'm ready."
"Good. Come at me." Wildcat got into a stance. Bruce got into his own stance. Then without hesitation, he sent a high kick towards the hero's head. Who caught it easily, much to Bruce's surprise. Wildcat smirked. "You honestly think that I'd let some feeble kit kick hit me? You'll have to do better than that!"
His grip on Bruce's leg tightened and he swung the teen around. He threw Bruce towards the ropes, but the boy managed to flip in the air and skidded to a halt. He rushed towards Wildcat and unleashed quick punches and kicks at him. Despite his speed, the hero easily dodged his attacks.
Even though he is of advanced age and has a heavier build, he is very fast.
There was a glint in Wildcat's eye, and he threw out a jab straight at Bruce's face. It was like a whirlwind formed around his fist. He knew he couldn't dodge it, so the teen brought up his arms to guard. Only Wildcat stopped before he struck him. Bruce blinked and then noticed too late that the hero's other fist was pulled back.
The punch drove into his abdomen, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to cough.
The teen was sent rolling back after hitting the ground hard. He breathed heavily and wiped his mouth as he got on one knee.
He faked me out. Those muscles of his are no joke. I can't beat him in strength.
He got back to his feet. So I'll beat him with my other strengths!
Bruce ran at Wildcat. "Still got some fight in you, kit?" the hero said as he readied his stance again.
Get in close…
Wildcat pulled back his fist.
Find an opening…
The punch shot out, and Bruce dodged at the last second.
And take it!
Bruce sent a high kick right for Wildcat's chin.
"Your strategic thinking is admirable." He dodged and Bruce's kick flew harmlessly past his face. "However, your mind is hindered." He grabbed the teen's ankle, swung him around, and slammed him into the floor. Bruce then felt a knee dig into his lower back, while one arm was pinned to his back and the other was pulled back. "That's why it ends here."
Bruce struggled against Wildcat's grip, but it was futile.
"Why? I should've at least got one hit in. I trained so hard. So why?"
"Hmm." Wildcat flipped Bruce on his back. "You seem to have a good grasp on your strong and weak points, yet your sense of responsibility weighs you down. If your mind can't keep up with your body, then you won't be getting stronger anytime soon."
Bruce stared at him. "My sense of responsibility… is weighing me down?"
Wildcat sighed and stood up. "Just think about it for now, kit. I'm going to go out to get food since I am not sure if I have anything for you to eat."
Bruce watched as Wildcat exited the ring and out of the gym, leaving him sitting alone.
Meanwhile, in Hosu City, the pro hero Manual was out on patrol with his two interns. "It's not often that we go out in the city like this, but recently people have been a bit worried in Hosu," he said to Tenya and Wally who walked behind. "Patrolling the streets is a way to suppress crime," said Iida. "It at least deters villains from acting where we are," added Wally. "That's all true," remarked Manual. "I still can't believe Ingenium's younger brother and The Flash's nephew are interning with me. I'm sure you two must have gotten better requests."
Wally and Tenya glanced at each other. Well, he wasn't wrong. When the two boys saw each other at Manual's agency, they both instantly knew why the other was there. Without any words, they made an agreement. After all, the two wanted the same thing.
Hero Killer… we'll never forgive you!
In the center of Tokyo at another hero's agency, a much less courteous 1-A and JL interaction was taking place.
"What the hell are you doing here, Sunflower!?" exclaimed Katsuki. Clark smiled at him apprehensively. "Hey, Bakugo. Nice to see a familiar face," he said. "Don't give me that shit! You think you can just go and pick the same internship as me? I'll kill you!" the blond said as he stomped towards Clark.
"Enough."
Katsuki suddenly found himself restrained by threads, courtesy of Best Jeanist and his Quirk.
"You just demonstrated why I put in an offer for you. While your Quirk and outstanding talent already puts you at the level of a sidekick, your belief that you are the best and disregard for appearances paint a very poor image of yourself. So I will educate you on what it means to be an exemplary hero. There are countless things to teach, but I will sew them all into you," said the No. 4 hero.
Katsuki growled and pulled against the threads. "Um, Best Jeanist, sir? Perhaps you can loosen the strings a bit? So Bakugo doesn't get hurt," Clark suggested. The blond glared at him. "Shut up Sunflower! Quit being such a kiss ass! Not like we're meant to become friends during this whole damn week I'm stuck with you!" How dare he pity him.
Clark stared at Bakugo before glancing away and crossing his arms. "I was just trying to be nice. Frankly, who'd want to be friends with you?" Katsuki was stunned by the reply before he growled and went back to struggling. Best Jeanist's sidekicks looked sadly towards Clark, his feelings clearly hurt.
"So if I may ask, why are you here?" asked the pro hero, trying to change the mood. "Your style of presentation needs no improvement, at least from what I saw during the sports festival." Clark smiled at the hero. "Thank you. I definitely feel like I've shown myself to be a friendly person, but I know that there will be times in my career when I'll need to act more… serious? I just think you can be the one to teach me how to act more professionally."
His sidekicks smiled in approval and Best Jeanist nodded. "Indeed Kent. I knew I'd like you."
"I hope you will learn a lot during your week with us. Sir Nighteye usually doesn't send requests, and he is a very good teacher," Centipeder reassured Vic as they walked down the hall. The student nodded. "I was surprised when I saw that he sent me a request. I look forward to working with him."
Soon they came to a door. "This is Sir Nighteye's office. He and Bubble Girl should be inside. She's really excited to -" Centipeder cut himself off at the sight he opened the door to.
Vic saw a blue-skinned girl strapped down to a contraption that was tickling her with feathery attachments. She was laughing uncontrollably with tears streaming down her face. A bespectacled man in a business suit was standing there watching her, then turned to the door.
"Ah, Centipeder. You've arrived at a good time. Bubble Girl's punishment is almost over."
Vic was silent. He then backed away and headed back down the hallway. "I'm leaving. This is clearly some kinky establishment."
"No, wait! I assure you it's not!" the centipede sidekick called out.
Hal gazed up the skyscraper in awe. The large green logo of a "GL" surrounded by a "C" reflected the sun.
"So awesome! I'm going to meet people with Quirks like mine!"
Diana ran alongside the female hero as they patrolled the rooftops.
"A good hero doesn't wait for villains to attack! They catch them before they can do anything bad!" Mirko said as she leaped to another building. Diana trailed behind her. She was slowly but surely running out of stamina. The Rabbit Hero however showed no sign of slowing down.
"You're definitely an active pro hero. It would be cool if you had teammates to help cover more ground," the teen said. The female pro just laughed. "Nah, I'm not going to be like those cowards who form teams. I've got my own strength and that's enough!"
Diana was surprised by the hero's dismissive words. She frowned a bit. "I don't think it's cowardly to have people supporting you," she said under her breath.
Fatgum glanced at his intern worriedly. The boy was acting much differently than when he saw him on TV during the sports festival.
Hank sat quietly to the side, his face stricken with unease, a far cry from the enthusiastic fighter he was on the screen.
Fatgum sighed. Probably thinking of that little brother of his. They were always side-by-side. The pro hero walked up to the student. Hank looked up to see him holding out his favorite snack.
"Eating good food is one way to feel better. It at least works for me." The pro hero grinned. Hank gave an appreciative smile.
"Thanks. I actually really like takoyaki."
Mandalay watched the U.A. student sitting on the cat-themed couch. She recognized that the position he was in was a self-hug. She had caught Kota in it once and a while. Mandalay and her teammates had given Don a typical "Wild, Wild Pussycats!" welcome, but the blond's mood didn't brighten.
"He still looks really down," Pixie-Bob commented as she walked up. "Not even our wild, wild energy could cheer him up," said Ragdoll as she sadly bounced on her feet. "What can we do? We can't just leave him like this during the whole week," Tiger said.
"What are teenage boys into these days? There's got to be something we can do," said Pixie-Bob. Ragdoll began hopping up and down. "Oh, maybe we can ask him what he likes and throw him a late surprise welcome party! That'll cheer him up!" "That wouldn't really be a surprise," Tiger said.
Mandalay calmly walked over and sat down next to the teen. Her teammates grew quiet. "I know you miss him. You'll see him again after a week. And I don't think he'd want you to be sad the whole time. It will be okay." She gently touched Don's shoulder.
The blond looked at her with a wobbly smile. "Thank you."
The rest of the Pussycats smiled at the interaction.
Meanwhile in another city, three students began their internships at a TV station.
"Many heroes have side jobs. There was a lot of debate about this, but heroes were gaining popularity, and the public demanded it," Uwabami explained as she prepared for a commercial. Her interns were puzzled, to say the least.
"Um, I kind of was expecting a more… hero-like experience," said Itsuka. Momo spoke up. "No, this is unavoidable when you become a pro. Besides, she was kind enough to request an unworthy student like me… So I will learn all I can!"
This little lady has got some serious self-confidence issues, thought Greg. "Ain't we just gonna be a-watchin' while ya film? Surely there's an actual reason we're here," he inquired.
"Can you guess why I chose you three?" the Snake Hero asked.
"Because you saw our heroic potential, right?" Momo responded.
"Of course! But also… you three are very cute," Uwabami answered with a wink.
The U.A. students stared at her in disbelief.
"Huh?" they collectively uttered.
Near the Tatooin Station, Death Arms was already working his two interns hard.
"If you want to become pro heroes, you'll have to train every day. Even when you are out on patrol," he said as they ran.
"Y-yes, sir!" Jiro panted. Man, this is so much harder than class! She glanced at her fellow student. He hasn't even broken into a sweat!
I'm so grateful for the daily exercise routine my parents instilled in me. This is all a breeze, thought Nathaniel.
Soon night came and day one of internships ended.
Wildcat had long since gone to bed. Bruce on the other hand went outside.
"He said my sense of responsibility weighs me down. I'm not sure what he means though."
As he walked down the quiet streets, he came across an alleyway. He walked into it and glanced between the surrounding walls. He then leaped up and between them, reaching the top of one of the buildings.
Bruce overlooked the rooftops spread before him. Wildcat's words rolled in his head, but he still couldn't make sense of them. So he went to the next best thing: training.
Bruce took a running start and leaped across the gap. He landed and continued running and leaping across the roofs. Soon a particularly tall building came into his path and he readied his grapple. He jumped and fired. The hook connected and Bruce swung up high into the air. He stared at the bright moon and felt the weightlessness of the air around him. A smile slowly grew on his face.
Wildcat walked down to the first floor of his gym and saw Bruce passed out on the kitchen table, still in his costume though his mask was off. Had the kit fallen asleep down here?
"Oi. Wake up little kit." The pro hero went to poke Bruce's head. The moment he made contact, the teen's eyes snapped open, he grabbed the man's wrist, and Wildcat was thrown over the table.
"Wow-hoo, kit! Where was this energy yesterday?" Wildcat asked from the floor. Bruce blinked as he was becoming lucid. "Ah, I'm sorry sir. Aizawa-sensei's training instilled strong reflexes in me. They are the strongest when I'm just waking up," the teen explained.
"Yeah, I can see that. Why were you sleeping down here?" the hero asked while he stood up. "I was out training late last night. Guess I wore myself out more than I thought."
"Well, I know just what you need to get some energy this morning. A nice helping of breakfast natto." Bruce made a face. "Natto?" he deadpanned. "Don't give me that look. Now I know you're probably used to some fancy foods, but nothing beats natto in the morning." Bruce slumped on the table. "I'd just prefer an egg on rice."
"Enough of your whining. You'll eat it, and you'll like it," Wildcat said as he got out the ingredients. Bruce watched as he heated up the rice in the microwave and opened the natto packages. He grimaced when Wildcat used chopsticks to stir the fermented soybeans. He then watched the hero piled raw fish, chopped banana, and milk into a blender. He then cracked a raw egg into it. Bruce looked away.
A protein shake.
Soon Wildcat placed breakfast down. Bruce wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell of the natto topped with karashi mustard, soy sauce, and chopped onion. He noticed while Wildcat was drinking his nauseating concoction, his glass was filled with a white drink. It even had a straw.
"You need to grow strong and tall, kit. So I packed your drink with calcium," Wildcat said as he sat across from him. "I'm almost as tall as you," mumbled Bruce as he took the straw into his mouth. The sweet-and-sour liquid filled his mouth.
Lassi.
"Alright then. Eat while it's still hot!" Wildcat dug into his bowl. Bruce picked up his chopsticks and stared at the food. Wildcat glanced at him. "Staring at it won't make it disappear, kit. I assure you it's better to eat it before it gets cold." The teen frowned. "Fine. It's nutrient-rich, so I guess that'll benefit me."
The pro paused and sighed. "There you go thinking like that." The teen looked at him in slight confusion. "It isn't bad to be good-oriented, but if all you do is focus on your future endeavors, you'll miss out on what is going on around you. Is it really worth working so hard for something when you don't enjoy the journey along the way?"
Bruce's eyes widened and he blinked. Wildcat continued. "Sure you could just eat natto because it's healthy. But you'll appreciate it more when you learn to enjoy it."
Bruce's eyes widened.
Enjoy… my hero training?
He recalled what he felt when he was training last night.
Your sense of responsibility weighs you down.
Bruce abruptly stood and slammed his hands on the table, rattling the dishes.
"Wildcat! I understand! I am… like natto!"
The hero stared at him. "Are you saying that because you're like some sort of slimy businessman?"
"What? No, wait. I said that wrong," Bruce said as he frantically waved a hand at the pro hero.
"Natto is an acquired taste, meaning people can learn to actually like it rather than just eating it simply for a purpose. I've just been training simply to become a great hero. That's all I've been focused on. But I should also actually have… fun while I'm training. I should actually be happy during my journey to be No. 1!"
Wildcat smiled. He finally got it.
Bruce gave him a determined smile. "We'll fight again. I'll show you what I can do!" Wildcat grinned. "I look forward to it. Now eat up, you kit! You'll need your energy for the fight."
"Yes, sir!" Bruce snatched up his chopsticks, dug in, and brought a heap of natto into his mouth. A shudder went through his whole body and his face fell when the texture of the beans touched his tongue.
Slimy…
Ted Grant
Hero Name: Wildcat
Age: 68
Gender: Male
Height: 196 cm (6' 5")
Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Golden
Quirk: Cat's Nines
Status: Alive
Occupation: Pro Hero
Likes: Training, protein shakes
Seiyu/English VA: Show Hayami/JB Blanc
Stats
Power: 4/5 B
Speed: 4/5 B
Technique: 5/5 A
Intelligence: 4/5 B
Cooperativeness: 2/5 D
Quirk Description: He can come back to life if he is killed, but if he dies nine consecutive times, it's over. When he resurrects, he is completely healed and rejuvenated. There is a mark on Wildcat's left wrist that changes each time he dies from IX to I. After 24 hours, it will reset back to IX.
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