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Chapter 3
Enter: Aizawa Shouta
News spread rather quickly.
In a matter of hours, almost everyone knew of the villain attack in Musutafu.
For Midoriya Inko, it was terrifying news. She was at home—waiting for her son to return from his first day of school preparing for her son's favorite meal. She switched on the tv and left to grab the ingredients. She was expecting a talk-show, but it was something different. The news about the villain attack was aired on television. She had watch with worry and fear, her son's safety in mind.
"I'm home!"
Inko quickly turned her head to the direction of the door, standing up to greet her son home. "I—Izuku!" she ran to him as he entered the living room. Panic filled her voice when she looked up and down her son's frame. "I heard about the villain attack! Are you alright? Are you hurt—You are hurt!" her eyes widened when she saw the bandages wrapped around his finger.
"M—Mom! It's alright! This is from my quirk apprehension test!" Izuku reassured, holding his hands out in front of him to calm his panicking mother. He blinked when he realized what his mother was trying to say. A villain attack, he didn't know anything about a villain attack. He was on his way home with Uraraka and Iida to the station and everything was fine. "A—And villain attack?" he tilted his head confusedly.
If there was a villain attack—he would know.
"Yes… It's on the news." Inko nodded and looked over to the tv that was still showing the recent attack. "It happened not long ago."
Izuku followed his mother's gaze to watch the news. His eyes widened when he noticed the road is the same path that he and his friends go through to reach the station. He took a few steps closer, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"Earlier today, a villain attack occurred in Shinmachi Street—2 kilometers away from U.A. High School." The reporter spoke. She was at the site—standing behind the sea of reporters who were trying to get a better insight of the situation. There was a picture shown on the left side. A rough looking man was shown as the camera zoomed in to the villain being restrained by Kamui. "The man identified as Takeda Koji—also known as Toxic Haze, has been captured and detained by pro Hero Kamui Woods."
"From witnesses, the villain assaulted a middle school student and released a toxic gas—poisoning 15 people in total." The reporter said and a video was shown. It looked like it was taken by one of the witnesses. Izuku blinked when he saw the strange creature the person was filming. It looked like a floating mutant flower with some sort of healing quirk—judging by the way the person was talking. There was so much noise in the background that he couldn't hear what the villain was saying. "Due to this strange creature's ability, the casualty has decreased—leaving with no one injured or poisoned. It is unclear if this creature belongs to a new pro Hero or not—though it's intentions are clear to help."
Izuku blinked. "A new pro Hero?!" he gasped, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He quickly placed his bag down and pulled out his notebook along with a pencil. He flipped to an empty page and began to draw a quick sketch of the weird creature. "A colorful creature with an ability to heal anything it comes near to, be it wounds or poison. It could be a new pro Hero's ability—" he stopped scribbling into his notes when he noticed a glimpse of black.
"EH?! MR. AIZAWA?!"
A scruffy looking man was in the scene, standing in the background talking to a police officer as Kamui Woods took the limelight.
"What's… Mr. Aizawa doing there? Wait—he's a pro Hero." Izuku reminded himself, a look of admiration across his face. The thought of an underground hero struck his thoughts. Underground heroes were not as known as public heroes because there are less media chasing them. It confused him a little, but then he remembered. His teacher is a pro hero too—it's only natural if he helps out when there's trouble.
Despite almost being scared to death with Aizawa's expulsion lie, he was glad someone like him is his homeroom teacher.
"Until now, there has been no further statement from the police about the details of the attack." the news continued, replaying the footage of the villain's attack from someone's recording. In the video, the villain was seen holding the victim hostage—pinning her down to the road by her neck.
Izuku lowered his notebook, a look of concern across his face. He hoped the girl was doing okay after the attack.
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"So, you went to try out U.A.'s entrance exam?"
"Yeah." Hikari laughed, answering Tsukauchi's question.
They were already in the main road, driving towards the brunette's apartment. When the detective who introduced himself as Tsukauchi escorted her to the car, the press has swarmed the area—demanding for a full story of the events that occurred. They had avoided the press thanks to Aizawa and Kamui. Luckily, the press didn't see her as she was already in the car with tinted black windows—watching how hectic it is for the pro heroes to deal with the demanding media.
Most of the bystanders didn't film the attack since they were too busy covering their mouth and nose from inhaling the toxic gas. Though, it appears after Hikari used Aero and Esuna to neutralize the poison, a few people started filming. There have been videos going around in the internet about a colorful healing creature. They filmed the creature, but they didn't get footage of the summoner—which Hikari was glad for. She didn't want to deal with reporters showing up in front of her door and shoving mics and cameras at her.
"How was it?" Tsukauchi asked, genuinely curious.
Hikari froze and Tsukauchi immediately knew the answer.
"Not… so well." The brunette slumped in her seat, hugging her backpack closer. Compared to her friends, her strong points weren't in counting equations—though she preferred chemistry over math anytime. "I mean—they can't expect a recently graduated middle schooler to answer 150 questions in just three hours, right?!" she ranted as she sat up straight, complaining her heart out to the confused detective.
Hikari wasn't exactly a recently graduated middle school student. She finished high-school, thanks to the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee's help. She did go to Destiny Islands High School and went through an early graduation with her brother and friends. The keyblade wielder had to admit—those times were her definition of absolute torture. They had to study for countless hours and do many projects to fulfill the graduation requirements.
"R—Right?" Tsukauchi agreed—albeit a bit uncertain.
"Half of them was about math—math." Hikari stressed out, covering her face with her hand.
The conversation between them turned to a casual one. At first, Tsukauchi had asked Hikari to tell him about the incident as detailed as possible. She did tell him everything she know. From the moment they began to talk, the brunette could already tell that Tsukauchi is a really easy guy to talk to and she didn't have that nagging feeling at the back of her head, saying to be cautious around him. Before they even knew it, Hikari has somehow turned the conversation to something daily and casual.
Tsukauchi gave the girl a smile. "What matters most is that you've tried your best."
Hikari nodded, the corners of her lips twitching up to a smile as well. "Yeah, that's right." She turned her head to face the man sitting beside her. "Fingers crossed for the best!" she crossed her fingers and gave a toothy grin.
The detective laughed. "That's the spirit."
The great Master Yen Sid had always told her to always have a sharp mind. Ever since she became a keyblade wielder, they taught her to be observant. To be acute and vigorous, but also able to reason and understand. It wasn't that Hikari didn't listen to her master, but she wasn't able to control her emotions to be level-headed just yet. If the situation is calm and something she could handle, she could actually solve the problem. Though, if it was in the middle of a battle where everyone was in danger, she couldn't think straight and would just jump in to save as many as she can. It was something that she was still working on.
Hikari learned that the man, Tsukauchi Naomasa, is a detective who works with the Police Force. In a world full of people with quirks, there were a few possible quirks that the man could have. She narrowed it down to three. One, the man has a quirk which involves an amazing aim. Two, the power to read minds. Or three, he can detect lies.
The keyblade wielder decided to scratch out the second thought because if he can read her mind, then he would've confronted her already. Which only leads to having an amazing aim and sensing lies. She hoped that it was the former. Though, she did avoid any topic that might lead to her lying.
"We're here."
Both Tsukauchi and Hikari turned their attention to the driver. The two of them exited the car and Tsukauchi walked around it to escort the girl into her apartment complex. They entered the lobby and Tsukauchi couldn't help but scan over the names at the mailboxes. Over the name plates above the mailboxes, one stood out because it was written in katakana.
レオンハート
Room 305
"You don't have to escort me all the way to my apartment, Mr. Tsukauchi." Hikari said as she stopped right at the lobby, giving a polite smile at the kind man.
Tsukauchi blinked as he took off his hat. "I insist. I have to talk to your parents concerning your safety."
"My parents? They're not home actually. It's just me at the moment." The brunette said, stopping the detective.
It wasn't technically a lie.
"I see…" Tsukauchi placed his hat back on and tipped it up a little, giving a smile. He took out a notepad and a pen, scribbling something onto the paper. He clicked the top of the pen before placing in inside his coat's pocket. "If there is anything, please don't hesitate to give me a call." He ripped the paper from his notepad and handed it to the girl.
Hikari took the paper, nodding her head. "It's only fair if I give you my number too."
Tsukauchi nodded and handed the notepad and pen to her.
The brunette quickly wrote down her phone number. "Here 'ya go!" she handed the two items back to the owner. She had been given a number by Ienzo for her time in the City of Heroes. Since the phones he made was different from the phones they use, he decided to adjust it a little. "Thanks for all your help, Mr. Tsukauchi!" she bowed her head.
"Stay safe, Ms. Leonhart."
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(Two days later)
There was a snort on the other line.
Hikari opted to leave the bit of information of her getting caught off guard by a villain, but somehow, she told Ienzo anyway.
"It's not funny." The brunette grumbled, her brows knitted together as a frown appeared on her lips.
Two days passed since the incident and it was the first time Ienzo called her since. He had been busy with work in Radiant Garden—quoted the man who particularly called her the moment she stepped out of the U.A. building from her exams. "I could've gotten seriously injured or worse, killed! And you're over there—snorting like a laughing pig!" she huffed out.
Ienzo chuckled, ignoring Hikari's insult. "I doubt an attack like that could actually kill you. I reckon he didn't even injure you to the point you need to use cure."
Hikari opened her mouth to retort, but closed it when she realized that Ienzo was right. "...you're right." she agreed on his comment and leaned back against the chair. Her small apartment was a perfect size for a small family. She was living alone, despite the neighbors knowing that she moved in with her 'parents'—who were a Jestabocky in disguise. The Jestabocky could hold up their disguise to an extent. As long as they don't speak or get hit, anyone would fell for it. "But still! You laughed at me!" she accused.
"I did not."
Hikari gave a snort. "You snorted."
"Like what you're doing now?"
The brunette propped her head up, face palming. "...let's drop this subject." she said as she stirred the noodles in her cup. She wasn't exactly the best in the kitchen. She could cook a decent egg and rice—along with a few other meals she learned from Aerith, but she preferred to have take-outs than experimenting with ingredients to cook up inedible food. "How's everything in RG?" she slurped her noodles before asking.
The restoration has always been the main goal, from the moment the brunette stayed in Hollow Bastion to help out. Until now, the progress has increased drastically. It was no longer the gloomy world that was once overrun by Heartless.
"...everything is going smoothly." There was a short pause. "Are you eating instant noodles?"
Hikari swallowed the chewed noodles. "Duh—didn't you hear me slurping?"
"For breakfast?"
"Technically it's eleven here, so brunch." Hikari corrected and took a sip from the soup, drinking it from the Styrofoam cup.
"If you're not going to cook, at least go out to eat." Ienzo chided like a mother. Everyone in Radiant Garden was either like a mother or father to the young keyblade master. She love them—she really do, but sometimes it was getting to her. She wasn't a little kid anymore and she can take care of herself.
"Yeah, yeah, mom." Hikari rolled her eyes.
Ding dong
The brunette instinctively turned her head towards the door when she heard the doorbell. Ienzo—who was on speaker decided to stay quiet. She had been dealing with Tsukauchi showing up at the front door to check up on her for the past mornings. She appreciated the man's earnest gesture, but he would figure out something was odd from her apartment.
She quickly went over to the intercom and saw a man wearing the post-office uniform from the monitor.
"Yes?" She pressed on the answer button and the man smiled at the camera.
"This is Japan Post office. Special delivery for Ms. Leonhart Hikari."
"Alright." Hikari pressed the end-call button and headed straight for the door. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the same post man in the intercom.
The man handed her a thick white envelope. "Here you go, Miss. Special delivery from U.A. High."
The brunette almost chocked on her own spit at the mention of a letter from U.A. "Uh… Thanks." She bid the postman goodbye and closed the door, locking it before going back to the kitchen where she left Ienzo on hold. "…it's a letter from U.A." she trailed off after a moment of silence.
"What are you waiting for then?"
Hikari stared at the red wax seal sealing the envelope. The U.A. emblem was stamped on the wax, showing her that it was indeed a letter from U.A. She pulled the chair and sat on it, holding onto the letter. She took a deep breath and opened the letter. There were a few folded letters and a metal disk were tucked neatly inside.
"What's this—?!" As Hikari took out the disk, the surface glowed a light blue color. Out of surprise, the disk fell from her grasp and rolled over to the table.
"I am here as a projection!"
Hikari's jaw dropped when she saw the person inside the recorded projection. "All Might?!"
"All Might?" Ienzo parroted.
"Greetings, Young Leonhart!" The projected All Might laughed boisterously—standing proud and tall. He wore an eye-catching yellow suit with stripes in addition to the lively background behind him. "You might be wondering why I'm here. Well, to answer your question, I've come to teach at U.A."
Ienzo hummed as he listened to the projected letter. "That's fortunate."
"Whoa—that's too much of a coincidence, right?" Hikari saw All Might do heroic deeds in Musutafu a few times, but she never actually thought the number one hero would be working for U.A.
During a recon on her second day in the City of Heroes, she went over to the Number One Hero's agency down in Roppongi. She wanted to meet the Symbol of Peace and ask him a few questions regarding the keyblade and Heartless. Since he's the Number One Hero, she thought that he would know these sorts of things better than some ordinary police or other pro heroes.
So long as she doesn't say that she's from another world—she's good.
She joined one of the tours inside Might Tower, hoping to catch the mighty hero in person. The group she was with were a bunch of All Might number one fans—wearing the official All Might merchandise through the whole tour. Truthfully, she felt a little left out and decided to buy one for herself as a souvenir.
"I'm here to give you your results, young one." All Might began and Hikari waited for him to continue—sitting on the edge of her seat for him to announce the results. She didn't know why she felt all nervous. She shouldn't be feeling so nervous over an exam result. The keyblade wielder can find other ways to get a provisional hero license. "Though you barely pass the written exam—"
Ienzo coughed. "Shiketsu—"
"Don't." Hikari warned, her left eye twitching.
"—you have impressed us with your abilities in the practical exam."
A sigh of relief escaped the brunette's lips.
"However, with the turn of events, we would like to apologize for the danger we have put you in." All Might continued as he placed his hand over his chest—apologizing for something that he didn't do. "It was our negligence that have put your safety in jeopardy."
"Huh—wait—" Hikari fumbled over her words—even though she knew that it was just a pre-recorded video. She really didn't want the number one hero to apologize—or any of the other heroes for that matter. It was a daily dose for her—to confront bad guys and give them a piece of her mind.
"Furthermore, you have protected U.A. without knowing the results of your exam. Knowing well that public use of quirk is prohibited, you saved all those people without thinking of the punishment you will receive."
Hikari pursed her lips. She didn't know if those words were meant to cheer her up or to remind her of the bitter warning that comes afterwards. She didn't receive a punishment after using her 'quirk' to fight against the bad guy and heal the people who were poisoned, but she got a letter from the Hero Public Safety Commission—a strict warning about the consequences of public use of quirks.
"All the U.A staff would like to thank you, Leonhart Hikari."
"And it would be an honor to have a student like you in U.A."
The keyblade wielder sighed, a small smile on her face.
"Welcome, Young Leonhart—to your hero academy."
After that the projection switched off.
There was a moment of silence inside the room.
Hikari rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, that was kinda dramatic, huh?" she asked as she turned her head to look at the phone on the table. She felt a little bashful—especially after the message All Might wrote to say to her.
Ienzo hummed in respond. "I suppose… but a congratulation is in order." There was a hint of amusement in his voice and Hikari could easily tell that the man was happy for her success. "Congratulation for being accepted into U.A."
Hikari laughed.
"Aw shucks."
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"Hey, girl, congratulations!"
The moment the brunette came to Present Mic's line of sight, he had activated his quirk—making her winced a little at the loud volume. It was almost noon when Hikari arrived at U.A. There weren't any students walking to the school—except for the soon to be student herself and she was glad. Otherwise, all attention would fell on her.
The keyblade wielder quickened her pace to a jog. "Mr. Yamada!" she greeted the pro hero with a wave as she neared the gates.
Present Mic gave the brunette the same grin that was always present on his face. "First things first, how are you feeling?" he asked, concern laced in his usually carefree voice.
Hikari figured he was talking about the villain attack. "I'm feeling fine!" she simply brushed off his worry, reassuring him with a pose. She raised her arm to flex it, showing the teacher that she's alright and wasn't bothered at all. She had faced much worse than a guy who can breathe poison. "It's nothing to be worried about! I can handle a hit or two!"
Present Mic was convinced by the girl's enthusiasm. "Alrighty then! Let's get moving!" he exclaimed rather loudly, tossing the girl an ID card before he posed. "And call me Mic—Present Mic, that's my hero name!"
It was a day after she received the letter from U.A.
In the letter, she had been told to return to U.A. to pick up her uniform with a specific time that she has to arrive and of course to bring the sketch of her future hero costume. Hence why she decided to wear more casual clothes rather than Destiny High's uniform. She followed the blond man into the building, finding the halls empty and devoid of any students. They were still in class, he said.
"Here we are!" Present Mic stopped right in front of a door. "You go on in, young listener! I have a class to teach so I can't come with you!" he gave a pose before dancing his way out.
The brunette raised her hand, waving goodbye. She glanced over to the plate beside the door. The principal's office.
Knock knock
"Come in, come in!" a cheerful voice replied from behind the closed doors.
"Pardon the intrusion," Hikari pushed the door open and peeked her head inside. The room was much more spacious than she thought. It looked like a regular principal's office—only larger in size. In the middle of the room, there were sofas and a coffee table.
"Ms. Leonhart! Right on time! Come, come! Would you like some tea?" Principal Nezu raised his hand in greeting from where he sat. Sitting on the sofa beside him was the same scruffy man that helped her days ago. "No need to be shy!" he gestured for her to take a seat on the opposite sofa.
"Ah, you're—" Hikari pointed her finger at the black-haired man, her mouth hung open as she remembers his face and actions.
The man glanced over to her, his arms still crossed over his chest. "Is that the way to address your homeroom teacher?" his voice lazily drawls out, muffled a little by the white bandages around his neck—though the brunette could hear him perfectly.
The keyblade wielder gasped loudly. "You're my homeroom teacher?!" she screeched out—almost rivaling Present Mic's.
Her homeroom teacher clicked his tongue in reply, closing his eyes irritably.
"Yes! Yes, he is, Ms. Leonhart!" Principal Nezu smiled brightly and Hikari gave him a dumbfounded look. She regained her composure and walked towards the middle of the room, taking a seat on the sofa across her scary looking teacher. "Allow me to begin. I believe a thank you is in order—"
Before the principal could finish, Hikari interrupts him. "Sorry for interrupting, Principal Nezu, sir—but you don't have to thank me for anything. If there's going to be any thanking around here, it should be from me." She said, nervously raising her gaze to meet her homeroom teacher's eyes.
"Don't." the black-haired man stopped Hikari from uttering her gratitude to him. He didn't want to hear it as much as the girl, he just wanted get this over with.
Principal Nezu gave a nod. "Very well! Moving on then. As you have been informed by All Might, you've been accepted into U.A. We are pleased to inform you that you will be joining class 1-A."
'So, I did manage to get into the hero course…' Hikari gave the white mouse a smile to cover her relief. She wasn't informed by All Might or was it written in the letter of which class she will join. She knew that she barely passed the written exam and she was sure she would be put in general studies. It would be impossible for her to receive the provisional hero license if she's in general studies. Turns out, she can't apply it on her own. It has to be recommended from a hero school. 'Being a hero here isn't as easy as it was in Olympus Coliseum…or anywhere for that matter.' she thought.
Ienzo also thought it would be better for her to start from the first-year instead of the second-year. She was in a new environment and she has to grasp the basic knowledge of the world. Thus, she was enrolled as a first-year instead. She was a year older than the rest of 1-A and she tends to keep it a secret—until some unfortunate event that would let someone figure out the truth.
"Eraserhead will be your teacher!"
Eraserhead… Eraserhead… Eraser—
Hikari almost chocked. She knew Eraserhead from all the recon she did. The pro hero wasn't as well known as the others, but he was quite the news because of how strong he is with his erasure quirk and killer combat skills. She didn't even notice let alone expect that Eraserhead would be her teacher.
The man beside the principal grunted. "Aizawa Shouta. I'll be your homeroom teacher. Pleased to meet you." He introduced himself shortly.
'He doesn't seem pleased to meet me…' Hikari pursed her lips and gave him an unsure lopsided grin. "Nice to meet you too—uh, Mr. Aizawa?"
Aizawa grabbed something from behind the sofa, pulling up a yellow sleeping bag. "Change into this and follow me." He pulled a blue tracksuit out of the yellow sleeping bag, tossing it over to the girl.
Eraserhead didn't know why Principal Nezu decided to place the extra into his class—which was already filled with loudmouths like her. He didn't need one more. Sure, from the evaluation, he admitted that the girl has potential to become a good hero. Her quirk is what considered to be rare and plus with what he witnessed during the villain attack—they weren't going to let a healing quirk slip pass. He just thought that she would be better off in Vlad's class, since he was the one who fought her.
Hikari's eyes darted between the smiling white bear-mouse to her hobo-looking teacher, trying to process what just happened. "Okay?"
The keyblade wielder gingerly stood up and excused herself to go change inside the girl's restroom outside of the principal's office. She kept it to herself when the principal wasn't bothered by her homeroom teacher pulling out a sleeping bag and then pulling out a tracksuit from the magic sleeping bag. If it was her principal, he would've looked at the teacher the same way she was looking at him now.
When she changed into the tracksuit—it was clear that it was one of U.A.'s uniform. She quickly went back to the principal's office, knocking on the door twice before entering.
'…don't tell me it's another test.' Hikari shoved her clothes inside her backpack and pulled out the documents from the letter, giving it to the principal. "Here are the documents from yesterday…" she trailed off when the man decided to leave the girl behind.
"Excellent! After you're finished, please come back here!" Principal Nezu waved his hand goodbye as the duo left the office.
The system was definitely different from Destiny Islands' High School.
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"…You're joking, right?"
"Does it look like I'm joking to you?"
Hikari wanted to facepalm so bad. Another test.
She stood in the middle of the field with her homeroom teacher—under the heat of the midday sun—she was lucky that it's still April and not August. The field was empty and frankly, she expected it to be filled with students doing P.E or something.
Aizawa sighed, shoving his hands inside his pockets. "U.A is known for its 'freestyle' educational system—that applies to us teachers as well." He explained and the brunette shot him a look—to which he simply ignored. "The principal accepted your entrance to U.A—"
Hikari scrunched her nose up in a sour look, staring at her teacher in disbelief.
There was a grin across the man's face. "—but the final decision goes to me."
All that hard work she had put to the written and practical exam went down the drain in less than a minute.
"I…."
Aizawa raised his gaze when he heard the girl spoke.
"I ain't gonna fail! Not now or ever!" Hikari lifted her chin up, even though her eyebrows were furrowed down and her nose was scrunched up. It showed just how determined she was to prove herself. She pumped her fist up to the skies. "I'll ace this test!"
The pro hero grinned. "Do your best, Leonhart."
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Hikari panted as she laid on the ground with her arms and legs sprawled out. Her homeroom teacher worked her to the bone for all the lessons she had missed. She was tired—but this was nothing compared to Phil's hero training. She'd choose this over the satyr's intensive hero training 101.
Aizawa was actually impressed that the girl could keep up with his tests. They were a lot harder than what he gave to his class a few days ago. She did the same trick as she did with Vlad for the 100-meter dash—that teleportation quirk. She was rather weak with anything related to her physical endurance and strength. Other than that, she did well in the other tests—along with a few more extra tests that he added just for the extra student. She did everything in his list, despite the constant complaints that she has been shouting throughout the tests.
Though, the pro hero couldn't help but think the girl wasn't using her quirk to the fullest.
'Come to think of it…' Aizawa stared at the girl as she sat up with a grunt. 'It almost seems that she didn't use her quirk on most of the tests.' His eyes narrowed at the thought.
The Erasure hero walked closer to the girl. "Get up." He ordered.
"What? Gimme a break!" Hikari complained. Despite complaining all the time, she did what she was told. She stood up and caught the ball being tossed at her. She stared at the softball in her hands and raised an eyebrow. "You want me to pitch?" there was a grin on her face.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the sudden glint of happiness. "How far can you throw in middle school?" he asked.
The brunette began to think. "Uh… I forgot?" she gave him a sheepish look, raising both her shoulders. She really didn't know how far can she threw the ball because no one in the islands has quirks to enhance their strength. She did baseball before she became a keyblade wielder and that was awhile ago. But sometimes, the committee played a few rounds of baseball with her in their free time. "But I used to be in a baseball team—We were Destiny's Phoenix! The best of the best—" she said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, yeah," Aizawa lazily waved his hand, dismissing Hikari's backstory. Though he was a little bit interested in the girl being in a baseball team—which only mean her pitch would be good. "Now throw that ball with your quirk."
Hikari stopped for a moment. Throw the ball with her quirk? She didn't know if any of her Dream Eaters would be perfect for helping her get a high score. The brunette shrugged before decided to just use her raw power when pitching.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. She lifted her leg and stepped forward, pitching the ball as hard as she can.
Thud
[90 MPH] A robotic voice beeped.
Aizawa hummed as the girl grinned at the result. "Impressive for someone your age, but I said to throw—not to pitch it." the grin on her face immediately dropped as she almost fell comically.
Hikari whined. "What?"
The black-haired man tossed her another ball as he was too lazy to retrieve the other one. "Try again."
The keyblade wielder grumbled under her breath before tossing the ball up and down. She decided that it was best to summon Komory Bat and have him carry the ball as high as he can. The familiar glow appeared beside her head and Aizawa took note of how the girl used her quirk. She didn't need to extend her hand to call the Spirit like what she did in the practical exam.
"I'll leave it to you, Bat-Bat." Hikari grinned as she handed the ball to the colorful bat who chirped happily. He took the ball with his claws and began to fly up to the sky. She crossed her hands behind her head as she stares at Komory Bat flying higher and higher. But before Komory could fly even higher, a white scarf seemed to wrapped itself on his leg, pulling him down. "Eh—what?!" she turned to face her teacher, completely surprised.
Aizawa didn't take much effort to pull the creature back down, throwing it at the brunette's direction who caught her Spirit.
"What gives—" Hikari gave her teacher a look, narrowing her eyes at him with a frown on her lips. She held Komory Bat protectively, patting his head in a gentle manner. She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed the man's eyes were glowing a bright red—staring at her intently. She quickly summoned Komory-Bat away and pretended to look confused. "Huh? Wait—what?!" she panicked, glancing left and right.
"I erased your quirk." Aizawa replied, his hair standing upwards as his scarf flew around him—showing his intense glare directed at the brunette.
Hikari mentally thanked the Heavens that Aizawa didn't notice the slight delay of his quirk to work on her. Technically, Aizawa can't erase her quirk since she doesn't have one from the start. They were all abilities that she learned from Merlin and Mickey—plus Yen Sid.
The brunette frowned at him. "But I thought you said you wanted me to use my quirk?" she asked him confusedly. She was glad that Tsukauchi wasn't here—otherwise he would've notice her lies in an instant.
"But have you?" Aizawa questioned back, shoving his hands inside his pockets. His eyes narrowed at her when she didn't answer him. "Don't think I didn't notice, Leonhart. You didn't use your quirk in some of the tests." He took a step forward, standing a little closer to tower over the girl.
Hikari averted her gaze. 'So, he did notice… as expected of a pro.' She let out a yelp when the scarf pulled on her leg—making her fall flat on her back. 'That was my fault…' she groaned, rubbing her side as she sat up.
Aizawa clicked his tongue. "Pay attention." He scolded and the brunette gave a quiet yes in return. The man blinked and his hair falls back to its original position—though his scarf still remained around the girl's ankle. "Tell me, why do I have to give a chance to someone like you who doesn't do their best?"
"I am doing my best." Hikari argued, glaring at the man. She sighed and looked down to her hand, opening and closing her hands a few times. "I just don't want to depend too much on my magic." she said.
"What?"
Hikari spluttered. "Er—well, it's kinda like now, right? My quirk is erased and I don't have my Spirits and their magic to fight—So, I gotta learn how to fight without it." she said, covering her little slip.
Quirk, magic, keyblade—it was all the same in her eyes. She learned that she couldn't depend too much on her keyblade and magic. If she doesn't use Ethers then all those spells she learned would be useless. She's a keyblade master, meaning she's allowed to summon the keyblade at will to defend and protect, but she also has to have a rational mind. No longer she can threaten to beat someone up for justice by using the keyblade. It would bring a really bad reputation to keyblade wielders—especially in a world filled with quirk laws.
"You can't depend on your quirk all the time."
'This kid—' Aizawa stared at the brunette as he loosened his scarf. It was true that one cannot depend on their quirk. Most of the villains he fought had depended too much on their quirk—resulting in their capture. Sometimes, heroes also made the same mistake. He tilted his chin up, dropping some eyedrops to cool his dry eyes.
'—already has the mind of a hero.'
Hikari raised an eyebrow when she saw her teacher using some eyedrops.
"That's great and all, kid. But—" Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and stared down at the girl sitting on the ground. He pointed his finger at her, a deadpan look on his face. "This is a quirk apprehension test."
There was a moment of silence.
"…oh yeah."
After all, she is a Keyblade Master.