Welcome back, once again, and thanks for showing up once again for another chapter of "You Say Run". Now, some things I think I want to say is that, as I write this, it has been approximately 5 seconds since I finished and threw the last chapter at Doc Manager, and fuck, I don't even know how I'm pacing these anymore. This one could either be really long or really short, I'll find out in the footer whenever I finish writing this chapter.

Another thing, I think I'm starting to get addicted to the MHA soundtrack. I originally only listened to it while writing this, but eventually, that turned into me listening to it whenever I write, and now I've caught myself humming a few of the tunes, specifically "Battle of Deku", "All Might with U.A. Students", and "I'm Seriously Gonna Crush You". I usually think of specific themes whenever I write certain scenes, like "You Say Run" during the last attack from Jirou and Kaminari during the Battle Trial and Yusha's last attack during the Yuki v. Fifth Stars fight, as well as "I'm Seriously Gonna Crush You" when Yuki first busted through the ceiling during the Battle Trial. Do you guys want me to put a little authors note of what theme would go where whenever I think a specific theme would go great with a scene, or no? Make sure to tell me in a review if you can.

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Reviews:

TuryA: That was one of my favorite lines to write. Thanks for liking my stuff so much, but you shouldn't push yourself if you're in the hospital. I personally think this chapter is more or less as good as the last chapter, so I hope you like it. Also, to be fair, I wasn't only holding one chapter. I was holding two, gotta keep that cushion nice and soft.

In all seriousness, thanks for liking my story so much, and thanks for liking the first opening. I am trying to teach myself how to not suck at art, but I can't draw a face to save my life. I was planning on making an attempt to draw it out and post that to my Tumblr, so if I manage to do it before my soul leaves this earth, then I'll mention it in the notes of a chapter.

Raphaim: Might be a minute before we get some more exciting (in the romantic sense) stuff. This chapter is more a preview of what's to come than anything else.

Lelouche of Zero: I had a feeling that it was ok. Didn't want to make Kyoka more of a natural born fighter than she is, so I had a lot of similar movements go into that fight. Yuki definitely has an Inner Goku, which is what usually makes him as good of a fighter as he is. He transitions from a 3/5 to a 5/5 in intelligence when in combat. The election was one of the reasons last chapter took me so much longer to write than this one, mostly because I decided to actually plan out how everyone would vote individually when unable to vote for themselves, so you ended up getting stuff like Hagakure voting for Todoroki and Tokoyami voting for Yuki. Honestly, the only reason Kyoka didn't land in the VP spot is because of a certain someone's vote, which I ended up deciding on a coin flip, can you guess who it was?

Yuki has one of the most detailed and interesting backstories I think I've ever written, and I have at least 10 different D&D characters that used to fight for that title. And I'll just say, that there is far more to the USJ than I think Yuki could ever have realized.

beenjammin0421: Don't know if you checked my PM, so I'll say it here as well. Looking at the activity feed on this story, I noticed that a lot of people were stopping after the first or second chapter, so I decided to combine chapters 1 and 2 into one singular chapter. My main thought was that many were getting turned off by the fact that both chapters were only ~1500 and ~3000 words each, and got the idea that I don't go above 5000. In the case that anything like this happens again, I'd suggest that you contact me, either through PM or review, and ask for a link to my discord server, The Red Room, so that you get announcements there when I make smaller or bigger changes on chapters. Very sorry for the confusion.

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Prelude To Disaster

Yuki P.O.V.

The rest of the time spent in the changing room was much closer to an awkward silence. No one really had much of anything to say after the whole "I'm an orphan" revelation. Even Bakugo seemed to quiet down after that. Fortunately, by the time we exited the changing room, Kaminari was back to talking as much as he had, and Bakugo had gone back to yelling as much as he had. Overall, everything had gone back to how it should have been, save for a few looks of worry that I seemed to get from Midoriya, Tokoyami, and Kaminari.

As we entered Gym Gamma, the girls seemed to be talking amongst themselves. Good, that gives me more time to fight down what had been rising to the surface. I never did like lying but looking back at the whole Blackout situation was even worse. Always managed to make me remember his smile. That fucking smile he had when he fought, like some kind of perverted All Might impression.

"Hey, you okay, big guy?" It was Kaminari.

"Yeah… Just a few bad memories, I'll be okay."

"Alright, man," he said. This was honestly the first time I had seen him hold a look other than humor outside of a combat situation. "Listen, sorry about earlier. I should've-"

"Don't worry about it. You didn't know," I said. This was my weight to bare. "I can't exactly fault you for being curious. Besides…"

"Alright you all," Caterpillar-sensei announced. "Today, we'll be doing quirkless combat training."

"… Pretty sure I'll get to pay you back." As I said this, Kaminari's face paled.

"Wait, what!?" He yelled.

"Too many heroes from the other schools rely on their quirks far too much," Caterpillar-sensei began to explain, "I am proof that there are quirks with the ability to erase or disable other quirks. Not only that, but there are a good number of potential heroes who don't have quirks that are very applicable to combat situations, like Uraraka. You won't be able to rely on your quirks all the time, so it's best to have at least some level of quirkless combative ability."

"Now," he continued, "you'll be allowed to pick your partners. Do not use your quirks at all, and most importantly," he paused, lowering his head until his eyes were just barely visible. "Have fun."

And with that, I grabbed Kaminari by the arm and led him to a ring. "I pick this one!"

"C'mon, Futeki, be reasonable," the worried blond said, "you know I didn't mean anything by it, right?"

"Of course I do," I said happily, "but your hand-to-hand combat skills are nearly non-existent. Considering how your quirk seems to only really work that well when woven around your body, you really need to look into learning how to actually fight."

Kyoka P.O.V.

I could almost see the bloodlust around Futeki-san's body. I don't know what that idiot did to piss off the martial artist, but it must have been something bad. "Hey," I whispered to Midoriya-san, who was also looking at the scene with worry, "did something happen between those two?"

This seemed to surprise the boy, who jumped a bit at the sound of my voice. "Wh-what do you mean?" He nearly yelled, holding his hands up in his defense as if I had just threatened to punch him.

"The idiot asked a really dumb question." Surprisingly, this answer came from Bakugo-san, who was currently dragging Sero-san in much the same way as Futeki-san had.

"J-Jirou-san," Midoriya-san started nervously, "you're pretty close to Futeki-san, right?"

My face reddened a bit, but it didn't feel like anything too noticeable. "Wh-what makes you think that?"

"Well… You do talk a lot, right? And Futeki-san told me about your private training sessions," the boy began, "did he tell you anything about his past?"

"I mean, a bit," I said. Not wanting to divulge any of his secrets, I didn't get very specific.

"I see. If you can, try to help him. He told us a little bit while we were in the changing room, but I had a feeling that he wasn't telling us the whole truth. He's hurting more than he seems." The boy held that rare look of seriousness. The same look he had when fighting with Bakugo-san yesterday.

"I'll try." Looking at Futeki-san as he used the same teaching strategy that he used against me yesterday, mostly dodging Kaminari-san's attacks and trying to teach at the same time.

Yuki P.O.V.

"Y'know, you're pretty slow for your size," I mocked the blond, who was now trying (and failing) to land at least a single punch on me.

"Shut it," Kaminari yelled back, throwing another weak punch at me. "How are you so much faster than me, dammit?!"

"Because unlike you, I actually know my footwork." Spinning out of the way of yet another feeble strike, I slapped him upside the head, causing the blond to stagger forward a bit. "You see, this is one of the things I hate about really strong quirks."

"What do you mean?"

"Despite what you may think, Kaminari, your quirk is really one of the stronger ones in our class." Dodging a sorry excuse for a kick, I sent my leg out and hooked it with his. "Not only does it hurt like a bitch, but you can even use it subconsciously. It's pretty much perfect as a close combat quirk." Pulling my leg back towards me, I used enough force to trip Kaminari, sending the blond to his ass. "Take it away, though, and you don't actually know any way of fighting without it. Hell, you might as well be as strong as the average civilian. You really need to hit the gym some, sparky."

"Got it, can I get out now?"

"Fine," Picking the electrification quirk user up, I tossed him out of the ring. "Who wants next!?"

As soon as I yelled out the word "soon", Kirishima ran up to me with the look of a puppy. "Can I go?"

"Sure. Show me what you got, spiky." Taking my spot on the other side of the ring, I allowed Kirishima the first move. Unsurprisingly, the hardening quirk user ran at me head-first, his fist pulled back. "Too slow," I said as he threw the fist at me. Dodging under the fist of the red-head, I went for a strong knee to the stomach, putting the usually very durable student down with a single strike.

Kirishima went down fairly quickly, clutching his stomach with a face that told me just how much pain he was in. "What the he-"

"Your quirk allows you to take a hit," I said, cutting him off, "but never discredit the possibility of people who can break through your shield. You fight far too openly for someone who's only option is hand-to-hand combat."

"Oi!" Looking back, I saw none other than Bakugo, who was walking away from a very well beaten Sero. "I call the next fight."

Picking up Kirishima, I led him to Midoriya and Sato, allowing them to take him to a bench. "Really now? Had a feeling you'd be afraid of someone else showing you up, cuddles."

"The hell did you just fucking call me?!" The ashy-blond yelled. "You're fucking dead, extra!"

Allowing him to enter the ring, I waited, allowing him the first move. He seemed to have originally planned the same to my surprise, as it took a moment for this one to begin. Eventually, Bakugo began to take a standard, closed-fisted stance, and I decided it would only be fair if I did the same, opting for a similar stance, though wider and with my palms open, ready to catch a punch when thrown.

Finally, Bakugo decided that the waiting was tired of waiting, charging me with speed I hadn't expected from him. His first move at first seemed to be a right hook, though I quickly noticed that this was actually just a feint to distract me from his left jab. Dodging to my right, I spun my body clockwise into a spinning jump kick aimed at the surprisingly agile boy's head, who dove under it in time, rolling forward onto his feet before jumping towards me again.

Landing on the foot that barely missed his head, I kept the momentum by only landing on my toes, spinning into another kick, this time aimed at his unguarded midsection, as he attempted another right, though he caught it before it could make full contact with his left. "You ever notice that you keep leading with your right?" I ask, though instead of responding, the ashy-blond spun around, throwing me at the edge of the ring.

"Shut the hell up, weakling!" He yells, charging towards me again. Catching the ground with my feet, I jumped over the boy before he could make contact, though he managed to stop himself before throwing himself out of the ring. Landing in the middle, I turned to face him, matching the look of anger he gave me with a look of excitement.

Unsurprisingly, he charged once again, jumping at me with a, you guessed it, right hook, I decided it was time for me to finish this. As he punched towards me, I jumped over him again, this time catching the fist before it was out of range. Keeping a strong hold on his fist, I put my other hand around his upper arm. I then used his speed, as well as the fact that he was still mostly in the air and hadn't found his footing quite yet, to throw him over my head. Keeping a good grip on his arm, I slammed his torso into the mat, slamming my knee into his back to pin him down, and started to wrench his arm back.

"You know, Bakugo, you're pretty good. Not much technique going on here, but your instinct is top notch, though you may want to make sure that you aren't too easy to read," I said, wrenching his arm further back. "Do you give?"

This was met with screams for the most part.

"Is that a yes?"

Kyoka P.O.V.

"Well, that was fun," I said jokingly, changing back into my school clothing.

"I must say that I enjoyed myself as well," Yaoyorozu-san said. "I will also admit that I derived a bit more enjoyment from Bakugo-san being forced to sit the rest of the class out after his spar with Futeki-san than I probably should have."

"Speaking of our new class president," Ashid- er, Mina said. During the sparring, I had paired up with her and Asu- er, Tsuyu and both wouldn't take no for an answer when asking me to use their first names. Hell, Tsuyu's was more of a demand than a request. It seemed like Mina had also made a nickname for Yaoyorozu-san, calling the tall girl "Yaomomo", and it seemed that she liked it so it was starting to stick. "What do you girls think of him?"

"He seems pretty strong," Tsuyu said, "and his ability to get people's attention is a pretty good quality for a hero."

"No, not like that, Tsuyu," the pink-skinned girl replied with exasperation, "I mean how is he?" I don't like where this is going.

This time, Uraraka-san had piped up. "I mean, he seems pretty healthy…"

"Uraraka-chan~!" Mina whined. By this point, the girl was already dressed. "I don't mean that either. I mean do you think he's hot?!"

At this point, I noticed a slight blush on Yaoyorozu-san's cheeks. "I mean… He doesn't look all that warm to the touch…"

"Yaomomo! You know exactly what I mean when I ask you if he's hot or not!" The pink girl yelled. "If you really haven't figured it out, I mean, would you say yes if he asked you out on a date?"

Red flag, red flag, red flag. Sneaking my jack to the pink-skinned girl, I jabbed her in the ear with it, letting out a small blast of sound, just enough to shock her into unconsciousness. Pulling it back as quick as I could, I finished getting dressed. "Wow, that was weird, what happened to her? Here, I'll take her to Recovery Girl's office," I said, hurriedly lifting the slightly taller girl with both my arms and jacks to support her weight, "See you guys in class!" I yelled that with as real of a smile I could manage before hurrying out the door to the main building.

As I walked, I caught sight of Futeki-san, who, for some reason, was carrying Mineta-san. "Oh… Hey, Jirou-san," the boy said, taking notice of Mina's body. "… Whatcha got there?"

"Oh!... Um… Mina took a pretty nasty hit to the… stomach," I lied, hoping that he wouldn't catch on. "Yeah, she took a pretty bad hit to the stomach during the last match, and passed out after she got changed, so I'm taking her to Recovery Girl."

"Oh, ok. Same thing happened to Mineta here…" Futeki-san said, but I knew he was lying, because I distinctly remember Mineta-san only trying (and failing) to fight the girls, so he didn't fight at all. Now, normally, I would pry and ask him what really happened, but I had a feeling that he felt the same about my excuse for Mina, and I know that he'd pry back if I were to confront him on that, so I don't think I will, just this once.

"Oh, that's pretty bad, I hope he's ok," I lied again. Little fart could lose an arm for all I care.

"Yeah…" Futeki-san looked down at the much smaller boy who he held under his right arm. "… Me too…"

Yuki P.O.V.

I get the feeling that she knows that I'm lying too. Fortunately, she seems to be taking the same option I had of not calling me out for fear of me calling her out. Good. Thinking back, it was sort of funny what had actually happened.

As we changed, I got bombarded with compliments on my technique, as well as insults from a certain blond with anger issues. Putting my shirt on first this time, more to make everyone else not have to see the scar, I overheard some talking from Mineta. "I'm telling you guys we have some really good material in this class," the short boy said in the creepiest way I have ever heard that phrase said.

"I agree, Mineta-san," Iida said joyfully, "I appreciate the diversity in the skills we have learned so far, and just think, this is only our third day!"

"Y'know, Iida, I have a very strong feeling that he wasn't referring to the class material," I said, sending a slight glare to the smaller boy, though he didn't seem to notice.

"We've got Uraraka with her ditzy mind and all-rounder body, Asui with her unexpectedly large boobs, Ashido with her athletic legs and slim waist, Hagakure's floating underwear, and of course, Yaoyorozu's awesome bombshell of a body!" The boy yelled out. A small part of me was upset at him not mentioning Jirou, but the rest of me was upset with the way he was speaking about our own classmates.

"Oi," I said, trying to catch the boy's attention, "I think you need to chill."

Looking at me with excitement, "What about you, Futeki? Which girl do you think is the hottest?" This question brought back the image of Jirou wearing her newly made martial arts uniform, which had been readily burned into my mind yesterday. Trying my hardest to push that image away as well as push the embarrassment that threatened to seep into my face, I decided to use the small boy as a vent for my emotions, slamming his face directly into the reinforced concrete floor of the changing room with enough force to crack said concrete. Realizing what had just happened, I checked to make sure that little fart had all of his clothes on, which, fortunately, was the case.

Picking Mineta up by the back of the collar of his shirt, I walked out of the room as fast as possible. "Looks like Mineta slipped I'll take him to Recovery Girl and get him patched up, see you guys in class!"

By the time he wakes up, the little dork'll have "slept" through the rest of our class time, but will be fine otherwise. I could only wonder what had happened with Ashido to cause Jirou or someone else to knock her out, but I know that if I asked her about it, she'd ask about Mineta, and that's a talk I really don't feel like having. Whatever the case, today was mostly over, so it's not like this'll hurt either of them grade-wise.

Eventually, I made it home quickly enough to do some have some time to myself. Usually, I'd get stopped by someone from the dojo or someone from my junior high school when they needed help, usually with a fight, but this time around it seemed like things were pretty calm. This gave me enough time to practice one of the few non-essential hobbies I actually had: singing.

Back before the Blackout incident, mom would sing whenever she felt happy about something. My voice was a bit too deep to sound like hers did, but singing always had been the best way for me to relieve stress when I wasn't fighting, and since I couldn't just fight 24/7, even I had limits, it was honestly the best way for me to do so. Going through my MP3 player's playlist, I decided to pick one of the older songs that I liked. The screen of the MP3 player now read "Everybody Wants To Rule The World", and I set about cleaning the small home I called my own.

My P.O.V.

(A.N: I'd highly suggest playing Everybody Wants To Rule The World right about now. I prefer the Ninja Sex Party cover, but I'm pretty sure there's no difference in the lyrics.)

"Welcome to your life,

There's no turning back"

Katsuki Bakugo had just finished the nightly screaming match with his mother, and proceeded to go to bed, which curiously still held and All Might plush. He didn't notice the red eyes being swallowed by black from within his closet.

"Even while we sleep,

We will find you"

Izuku Midoriya, finishing his last set of pushups, showers before changing into his own pair of All Might™ pajamas. He doesn't realize the two hooded figures, who had been standing around his apartment complex in full view from his window, were now walking away.

"Acting on your best behavior,

Turn your back on mother nature"

Kyoka Jirou, having just finished her post-dinner run, showers, and proceeds to change into her night attire of a loose-fitting shirt for the band "Deep Dope" and a pair of black underwear. As she does, a squirrel with bright green eyes leaves the tree near her window, taking her true form as a human.

"Everybody wants to rule the world"

Shota Aizawa catches a man who he thought was following him, but it ended up just being a particularly tall ten-year-old. This made him drop his guard just enough for the man who was following him to make a silent escape.

"It's my own design,

It's my own remorse"

Denki Kaminari let out a slight yawn before lighting the incense to his parent's shrine. His grandmother never had told him much about his parents, most likely because it pained her too much to remember what had happened, but from what little he did hear, his father was a great man, and an even better hero, as was his mother. Unfortunately, this thought led the blond to not noticing the scaled man who had left through his open window.

"Help me to decide,

Help me make the most,

Of freedom and of pleasure"

Momo Yaoyorozu comes into her mansions personal interrogation wing, taking note of the weak looking man who had tried to enter her home. The man was beaten black and blue because he had tried to fight his way out once he got caught by security. From what they could tell, he was just some thug who had been ordered to steal a flash drive from her father by one of the rival companies. None of them could tell that the man was lying.

"Nothing ever lasts forever,

Everybody wants to rule the world"

Toshinori Yagi takes note of the men who waited outside the school. They were being interrogated by the police but refused to talk. This was going to be a long night.

"There's a room where the light won't find you,

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down,

When they do I'll be right behind you"

Fumikage Tokoyami makes sure to turn his nightlight on before going to bed. Usually, he kept it on even when he wasn't home. The thing ran on its own generator, just in case his power ever went out at night. He mostly only turned it off to train, but he must have forgotten to turn it back on this morning. At least, that's what he though.

"So glad we've almost made it,

So sad they had to fade it,

Everybody wants to rule the world"

Shoto Todoroki wasn't stupid. He knew that someone was in his home the second he went to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, the boy of ice and fire thought the intruder wanted something of his father's, so he decided to leave whoever it was be.

Mina Ashido feels a chill down her spine and looks around. Finding nothing, she goes to bed. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, she forgot to check under her bed. A pair of white, shadowy eyes blink before leaving.

"I can't stand this indecision,

Married with a lack of vision,

Everybody wants to rule the world"

Toru Hagakure hears a noise from her bathroom and decides to go and check it out. She went in and turned on the light just to see nothing. Shrugging her invisible shoulders, the currently nude girl went to go to sleep, turning off the light. Unfortunately, she didn't notice that the figure of the intruder had appeared as she turned off the light.

"Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it

One headline - why believe it?

Everybody wants to rule the world"

Yuki Futeki cleans his home, happily unaware of the terror that comes tomorrow. He also is completely unaware of the dark brown eyes watching him through the window in the now empty house across the street.

"All for freedom and for pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world"

Tomura Shigaraki surrounds himself with all of his new party members. This raiding party was over one hundred strong, and they had added a new summon to their arsenal, this one far stronger than his teleportation summon, and even more powerful than his jet-powered summon. He can't help but wonder what kind of drops he'll get after this raid.

Kyoka P.O.V.

"For the foundational skill of Heroics we'll study today, it was decided you'll be supervised by a three-man team comprising me, All Might, and someone else." Aizawa-sensei seemed slightly more tired than yesterday. Probably from the trouble those reporters had caused yesterday. Nothing all that special had really happened today so far. If anything, I was honestly a bit bored.

"Sensei!" Sero-san yelled from behind me, much to my dislike. "What'll we be doing!?"

Pulling another one of those hand-sized cards, Aizawa-sensei held it up for us to see the writing on it, which read "Rescue". "Be the hero everyone needs, whether it's a flood or any other disasters. It's the trail of rescue!"

"I didn't even know he could yell…" I heard Futeki-san whisper. I had told him this morning about how good my hearing was because of my quirk, so he had started telling small jokes in whispers for me to hear since we were sat in a bad position to actually talk to each other out loud. This particular one got a very short giggle out of me.

"Don't get ahead of yourselves," Aizawa-sensei said, catching our attention once again. "As I was saying, this time, it's entirely up to each of you whether or not you wear your costume. Some of your costumes probably adapted to the task at hand, after all." As he spoke, our costumes made their appearance once again, jutting out from the wall. "The training area is fairly far away, so we'll get there by bus. That's all. Go get prepared."

Taking my costume, I went to go get changed, this time taking the extra precaution of not standing all that close to the other girls. This didn't seem to stop one of them, unfortunately, as Yaoyorozu-san came to change closer to me. "Are you okay, Jirou-san?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to figure out her game plan here. "Why do you ask?"

Seems that she had picked up on Futeki-san's trick, and whispered at the same volume he had been. "The other girls didn't seem to notice, but I did see your jack snaking away from Mina-san yesterday. Did she say something to upset you?"

"Um… No… It's just that it looked like…" C'mon, think up a lie, quick, "you looked like you weren't all that comfortable with her questions yesterday, so I did what I could to get her to stop."

"Really?" The taller girl asked, a glimmer in her eye. "Then I must thank you, Jirou-san. I'll be honest, I was getting a bit uncomfortable. I was homeschooled before I told my parents that I wanted to be a hero, so I am quite unused to all of the 'girl talk' that Mina-san was doing, and once the topic drifted to the boys, my brain started to really freeze up a bit."

Success! Okay, so now, change the subject, but be subtle or something. "You were homeschooled? I was sure you had gone to a private school or something."

"My father is a scientist, and my mother is a poet, so they both decided to simply teach me themselves," The taller girl explained, "honestly, there are times when I wish they had sent me to some school instead, if only so I could learn how to better interact with other people."

"If it's any consolation," I said, "you seem to have come out better off than most." Bad topic change. This brought up a few too many memories from junior high. Putting on my jacket, I was now fully dressed, as was Yaoyorozu-san. Pushing those memories away, I put on a small smile. "C'mon, let's see who else is ready."

As we exited, I took notice of the surprisingly normal looking bus near the exit, as well as who was already around. Midoriya-san, Uraraka-san, and Futeki-san seemed to be talking about the fact that Midoriya-san's costume was destroyed by Bakugo-san, who was leaning against the bus by himself. We decided to talk with the people who probably wouldn't blow us up.

"So, Futeki-san," Yaoyorozu-san started, "how is it that you are so skilled a fighter anyway? Your hand-to-hand combat skills are far above anyone else in our class, save for Aizawa-sensei of course, and even if you had formal training, it must have been quite extensive."

"Well, you and Jirou-san already know this," Futeki-san said, nodding his head to me, "but I've been training at a dojo that's run by my old man since I was about five years old."

"Wait, really?" Uraraka-san asked in surprise. "Doesn't that cause muscle degeneration or something?"

"Actually, Uraraka-san," Midoriya said holding his finger while looking upwards, the look I was starting to familiarize as his "Human Encyclopedia" face, "while that used to be the case, that age limit has been dropping ever since quirks started showing up. Before then, it wasn't until about seven years old that someone could begin strength training, but that was also around three hundred years ago. The human body has changed dramatically in that time, one of those changes being the fact that a child can begin strength training at around four years old at the earliest. It's theorized that this is because physical enhancement quirks are so common, which is also why these days even quirkless people have the capability to become superhuman from very intense training. In fact, I remember reading about a quirkless vigilante a while back who only used brass knuckles to fight crime, but he still had a supposed criminal catch rate equal or greater than some of the heroes in the top fifty. I think his name was Knuckleduster or something."

"Thank you, Human Encyclopedia," Futeki-san said. "In fact, one of the three students I have training under me is a quirkless kid. He's about seven years old, but he could probably kick the asses of at least half of our class."

"Language," Yaoyorozu-san said.

"I'm the president," the martial artist said, "I'll say whatever the fuck I want to whomever the fuck I want." It was at this point that Futeki-san and Midoriya-san noticed that everyone was out. "Alright, everyone. Get on the bus. I don't care how you do it, just take a seat!"

Eventually, Aizawa-sensei entered the bus as well. "Good job, Futeki. I was honestly expecting at least a little fire."

"Do I get a gold star?" Futeki-san asked jokingly.

"Sit down and maybe when we get back." The martial artist obeyed, taking a seat next to me.

It was a fairly enjoyable bus ride, half because of the light banter, and half because of the many creative curses Futeki-san had thrown at Bakugo-san over the course of a small screaming match. Usually, a screaming match of any kind would be hell for me, but apparently, he had held on to the headphones he had Yaoyorozu-san make yesterday, so I was able to listen without being hurt by the loud noise.

After the bus ride, we made it to a giant dome-shaped building. Entering in on foot, I took in the sights. There was a central plaza, and far away from it was an urban area that looked like it was destroyed, a large area that looked like it had been hit by an earthquake, a mountainous area, a smaller red dome, a smaller blue dome, and a large lake with a boat and what looked like a large waterslide. "AMAZING!" Mina yelled from behind me, "Is this U.S.J. or something!?"

Walking down the stairs with the rest of the class, I took notice of a somewhat familiar looking person in a large space suit. "Flood wrecks, landslides, fires, etc., etc., This is a practical training area I created to simulate all kinds of accidents and disasters, and its name is… The Unforeseen Simulation Joint!"

"Oh my god, it's the Space Hero Number 13!" While normally a line like this would come from Midoriya-san, this one came from our gravity manipulating friend instead. "He's the gentlemanly hero who does phenomenal work when helping with disaster relief!" Uraraka-san may be excitable, but this is new. "I've always liked Number 13!"

"Oi, I think you're rubbing off on her, curly," I heard Futeki-san say, causing a large blush on Midoriya-san's face.

After a short talk between the two heroes that I didn't manage to pick up, and a short explanation on Number 13's quirk, "Black Hole", which Uraraka-san was literally jumping up and down in excitement over, Number 13 told us that our quirks, while sometimes easily able to, do not exist to hurt others.

Yuki P.O.V.

"All right, first things first…" Caterpillar-sensei started, before noticing a small, black hole in space appearing to his right. As he looked towards the oddity, a hand reached out of the hole, revealing what looked like a person covered in hands, quite literally from head to toe. Then, the hole quickly opened much wider, giving way to tens of odd-looking people in costumes, a few of which looked all too familiar. "HUDDLE TOGETHER AND DON'T MOVE! NUMBER 13! PROTECT THE STUDENTS!"

"What's going on!?" Kirishima-san asked, "Is this like that training pattern at the entrance exam?"

"No, you idiot!" I yelled. All of the people who came from that hole carried killing intent, especially the four who led the charge. "Those are villains!"

"What!?"Looking among the four who led the pack, I took note of their appearances. I definitely recognize the one who led the charge, as well as the one who was right behind him. Handy Man and his Butler. The two next to him were far more powerful though. There was the muscular one with pitch black skin, and it was covered in scars, but the other one was taking off his hood. As he did, I felt my heart drop and my eyes shrink.

"No… it can't be…"

My old pupil chuckled, mockingly. His voice had deepened a bit, but it was still a bit higher than mine. His light-gray hair had grown as well, being about as long as long as Kaminari's, and he was nearly as tall as I am now. Taking off his cloak, he cleared any doubts my brain could've formed. Those jet engines that were his forearms and legs proved his identity to me. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the grandson of the retired pro hero Gran Torino, real name Sorahiko Fusha. "It's great to see you again, Yuki."

"…Idai...?"

You guys love perfectly timed cliffhangers? No? Too bad, nerds. Not gonna lie, it took me an entire week to figure out a good way to get past the Bakugo Armbar scene, and I'm still not all that happy with it. That being said, I still think that, overall, this was a fun chapter to write.

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