Hello everyone. After looking back at the first two chapters I realized that I need to up my game. I'm not going rush this one. That I promise.

On another note, someone actually reviewed this. In honor of that I'm going to respond to it.

Xbox432: Thank you for taking the time to actually review this shitty story. Yeah the whole emo personality is overplayed and besides he doesn't remember his past life. Why would he be sad about? Also I'm totally ripping off Luffy. Johnny was a one piece fan before he got off'ed.

Without further to do here is the chapter.

Training was hard. To enter Yuuei, one of the most prestigious hero schools out there, one had to give his all and then some. Johnny knew this when he started the training regimen his dad came up with. The terrible muscle pains he had from the first few weeks told him that very quickly. The fact that he not only did he have to train his body to exhaustion, but his brain too. Yuuei didn't just care about physical prowess but also mental. He knew this.

"Johnny huff huff Yoko, please slowdown"

But no matter how hard it was going to get he would persevere. He swore to god.

"Johnny! Please slow down I cannot keep up"

He would clear any obstacle that presented itself in his path to hero-ness. Nothing would deter him. No matter how painful it would be or how much his body screamed to him to stop, he would keep moving forward. If there was a wall in his path, he would tear it down! If there wasn't a path, he would make his own! He was the motherfucking drill that would pierce the motherfucking heav-

"Oh my god just stop running uff!"

Johnny finally came out of his inner monologue. His friend Keiji seemed to have fallen down mid-run. He glanced to his redheaded friend to see how she was holding up. She seemed to be doing pretty good as she was just somewhat tired. He was already through the middle of the year. Only five more months before the entrance exam. His friends have constantly shown their support for him. This last couple of weeks they even started to join him in his workout. Yoko was always above average when it came to athletics. Keiji on the other hand was.

A bit rough.

"Hey Keiji, are you alright?" said Yoko as she stood beside her downed friend, "Please give me heads up if you are gonna barf, so I can know not to try and help you. If you do barf on me I'd fucking kill you." She said this matter of factly

"Hey, I'm going to go buy a water bottle. You guys want anything?" Johnny asked them. Both of them nodded at him and told him what they wanted. Two bottles of water. He shot Keiji a last amused look as he went to the store nearby. He really appreciated that his friends went to such lengths to support him. Keiji was always telling him if someone from their school was going to make it to Yuuei, it was going to be him. Yoko would threaten him with a death most foul if he ever slacked off. She said this things jokingly, but he knew she would be pissed off if he failed to get in. They had so much confidence in him and his abilities. He wished he had as much confidence in himself as they had on him. Yuuei was known for being one of the hardest schools to get into. He was nervous to be honest. Yet, he was going to give his best. This was not the time for hesitation. He would pass and become a great hero of that he swore.

Johnny came back to his friends with three water bottles. Keiji took it and quickly gulped it down like he hadn't drunk anything in days. Yoko grabbed hers with less enthusiasm. "Guys. I think I'm done for today. I'm beyond exhausted." Keiji said after drinking from his bottle. He seemed to have finally regained his breath.

"Yeah sure go ahead you pansy. I don't know why you join us if you get exhausted so quickly." Yoko said to Keiji with a disapproving look.

"Yoko, could you please lay off him." Johnny butted in, "This training regimen is some serious shit. Not even Yoko is fit enough for the whole workout. Especially seeing as you both only join me for the run." He mentioned to the irritation of his red-headed friend.

"The fuck you said. I'll have you know that I'm totally fit enough" Yoko said, clearly irritated. "I fucking assure you that I'm as athletic as you."

Either not noticing her anger or just not caring about it (the latter being most likely), he continued. "You would be correct if this was the beginning of the year, but the training regimen did some shit to me. Look." He said while raising his shirt over his head.

"W-wait, the fuck are you doi-!" She suddenly stopped as she gaped at him.

The training certainly did something alright. While Johnny wasn't scrawny before the all the training he had done, he was certainly not as ripped as he was now. His muscles were not big like the ones you'd see in a body builder but they were obviously there. He had what some could describe as 'washboard' abs. his biceps were not something to laugh at either. His body was filled with lean muscle. Yoko couldn't help but stare at it mouth agape and red faced. She quickly tried to pry her eyes and regain some composure.

"For f-fucks sake just put your shirt on! You G-goddam exhibitionist!" Yoko said with some stuttering. The boy in question just raised an eyebrow and shot her a shit-eating grin at her

He put his shirt back on, "Okay sure. I thought you were enjoying it though." He kept his shit-eating grin.

"You fucking wish, you absolute fuckrag!" she insulted him, "Yes you have somewhat impressive muscles, big fucking whoop. You are still just a gigantic asswipe!"

Keiji looked at both of them from the sidelines. Most days went like this, so he wasn't surprised. Yoko had a really short fuse and was easy to anger. Johnny was sarcastic and liked to be passive-aggressive with people sometimes. He liked getting a rise out of people. Keiji normally stayed in the sidelines when his two friends got into arguments. It was ill advised to get in the way of the fiery red-head when she was angry. Either way he found amusement in his friends' arguments. He would only get involved when it got out of hand. It seemed that it was reaching that point, Yoko looked like she was going to punch the rubber man's head off. While he was pondering if he should get involved just yet, Johnny decided to throw a curve ball at them.

"This is hilarious, your hair is and your face match color now." snarked Johnny. Yoko was starting to get sick of it and was going to shoot a retort, until he continued, "Hehehe, you know you look really cute when you are seething with rage. Just thought you should know that."

Yoko suddenly had nothing to say. She gapped at him, not believing what he just said. Keiji looked surprised, but not as much as she was right now. He knew that Johnny liked to mess with her like this, but he didn't joke flirt with her as often as he joked with her in other ways. He looked looked concerned at Yoko. Meanwhile Johnny took this opportunity to make a retreat.

"Well I'm going to finish my workout, see you guys later." He said while quickly running away.

Keiji looked at the still form of his friend and decided to throw caution to the wind. "Hey, do you wanna, um, go to the arcade now or s-something. I have nothing else to do today so, yeah…" he really hoped the she took up his offer.

Yoko stayed paralyzed for a little longer, and then threw her hands in the air in exasperation.

"You know what fuck it. Let's fucking go and have some motherfucking fun or whatever."

Meanwhile Johnny was finishing his run. He didn't feel guilty about the fact that he just dropped a nuke on his friend's nerves. It was all in good fun, or at least it was fun to him. But teasing aside, he really appreciated that his friends were supporting him. He was going to succeed, if not for him he was going to for them. He stopped in front of a building whose sign read 'Ozuma's boxing gymnasium'. Not very original if you asked him.

"Oh Nibui-kun how are you. Have you come to train" the owner of the gym was Jason Ozuma. He was a tall and extremely well built dark skinned man. Many people were intimidated by him at first because of his stature, but he was extremely kind. He was also an ex-pro boxer who was known for his deadly hooks. After retiring he moved to japan and opened a gym. Johnny stumbled into it one day and has been coming to train often.

"Yes Ozuma-sensei." Johnny responded

"Very well, put some gloves on and start working the bag." The ex-boxer said to him

While Johnny started punching the bag he began to think about how much time he had left. Only five months before the exams. He felt that those couple of months were going to pass very quickly.

And he was right. Before he knew it the five months were over. He stood before Yuuei, the school of his dreams. One thought came to his mind

'Okay. Let's fucking do this'