New gear for our favorite foursome of friends. And a visit from an old friend of Toshinori, who simply has no time for any bullshit.
Sunday came around, and Toshinori had once again dragged the four teenagers to UA…three of them to spend time with Recovery Girl, while he sat down with Ochako to discuss his training plan for her. He explained he planned on doing one on one sessions with each of them, but since she was the only one who didn't need to do any testing, he'd start with her.
"Alright young Uraraka, let's take a look here. Now, I'm no Quirk expert, but I did listen to what young Midoriya said about how your Quirk functions, and you mentioned your goal of becoming a rescue hero like Thirteen. Taking that into account, I feel that heavy stamina training and upper body training will be most effective for you."
"Um…why, exactly?" Ochako asked, tilting her head to the side.
Toshinori glanced down at his papers once more, as the two sat across a small table in the lounge. "Well, rescue heroes tend to do some of the most long term intensive work. Villain fights may be flashy, but they tend to be over quickly. Speed tends to be the name of the game when it comes to apprehension of villains. But rescue work tends to take hours upon hours of intensive work, dealing with the consequences of said villain attacks or natural disasters."
"Okay, that makes a lot of sense," she nodded, listening intently.
"Now a good limelight hero should still be helping with cleanup, and have good stamina, don't get me wrong. But it's more important for a rescue hero. As for upper body work, even with your Quirk, there will come times you need to be able to lift and move things physically. Especially if you're already floating something and it's hit your limit. Right now that's about three tons, right?"
"I think so? It's hard to really get an accurate weight, but Izuku says that's what he estimates based on what we lifted when we tested it out the other day."
"Alright. Well, I doubt I need to tell you that we'll also be working on increasing that limit, I'm sure you already do that on your own," he paused as she nodded at him. "Good, good. Well, the upper body workout will also be helpful for that I believe. Finally, combat. Even rescue heroes have to fight. And sometimes, they get some of the most dangerous battles, because a villain may decide to take advantage of a disaster and jump in to make things worse. Why, just last month Tenko had to fight off a villain duo during a rescue operation. So we'll be working on that too."
Ochako nodded again. She was listening intently, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach that kept roiling as she thought about the food situation, which she was still not entirely on board with. Something must have been visible on her face, because Toshinori paused and tilted his head to the side, his prior 'All Might' smile vanishing and a softer, warmer one crossing his face.
"Is something the matter, young Uraraka?"
"I just…I dunno," she muttered, shrugging her shoulders as she refused to meet his gaze.
"Is this about your financial situation?" Toshinori asked.
Ochako snapped her gaze to his in shock. "Y-you know?"
"Mirai did background checks on all of you. I didn't ask for them, but he's stubborn," Toshinori sighed. Shrugging, he continued. "Considering the fact you flinch every time I bring up the diet plan, I assume it has something to do with that."
"That's…a really big assumption," she muttered.
"You'd be surprised what tricks you pick up after four decades as the Number One Hero," he replied.
"Okay I guess that's fair," she conceded.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
Ochako let out an annoyed huff. "Not really. I feel like that's all I do lately."
"I won't force you to talk, kid. But it's clearly bothering you still. Is there something I can do to help make you more comfortable? I mean it when I say I'm paying for it, after all."
"That's just it! I don't want a handout or charity just because I'm-"
Toshinori cut her off with a raised hand. "Young Uraraka, this is not a handout nor charity. For one, I'm providing for all four of you after all, and I'm well aware neither of the boys need this at all. For two, this all has conditions. I need you to give it your all, to work your hardest, to go as plus ultra as you can. I expect to see the four of you taking the top four spots in the entrance exam!"
Ochako blinked at the tall, skinny blonde before her. He sighed, resting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. "Uraraka, I want to do this. I want to help you achieve your dreams. For all four of you. Midoriya may be the one I've chosen to inherit my power, but I want each and every one of you to succeed. The more heroes we have with a true and righteous heart, the better. And I believe that you have such a heart. So please, perk up, and let your worries go. You'll be fine."
Ochako bit her lip, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap. What he said did make sense, and it wasn't like he was treating her and Himiko differently from the boys. And Himi had been right…this wasn't an opportunity she should miss. This was her chance, her best chance at making it into UA and becoming a hero that could help her parents and bring smiles to peoples faces. Squeezing tightly, she squared her shoulders and looked up at Toshinori with a determined expression. "I'll go as plus ultra as anyone else! And then I'll go beyond that! I'll do it!"
Toshinori grinned widely. "That's what I like to hear! Now, let's finish reviewing this before your friends finish up!"
"Alright young man, how does it feel?" Recovery Girl asked, her gaze steady on Katsuki's left leg as he stretched it out.
"Same as the other one. Lighter, though," he replied, looking at the leg.
"It takes some getting used to when you're used to mass-produced options. But once you do you'll wonder how you ever put up with it," Ectoplasm said, sitting a few feet away from Katsuki.
Katsuki glanced up at the hero. Having been introduced to him when he came in for the change in his leg, he'd been unable to really comprehend having such a discussion with a pro hero. He wasn't ashamed of his leg per se, he just…didn't like thinking about it. And it wasn't like his family or friends understood what it was like. But Ectoplasm, he understood better than the others, considering his leg situation. Katsuki nodded, standing up. "Can I go test this shit out or something?"
Ectoplasm looked over at Recovery Girl, the older hero sighing as she tapped her cane on the ground and leaned on it. "Yes yes, you hyperactive child. Go on. Ectoplasm, please make sure he doesn't break anything."
Ectoplasm nodded. "Come with me, Bakugo. I'll take you to my favorite training ground, we can make sure it performs up to your expectations." Katsuki nodded again, following behind the pro as they headed to the door. It opened before they reached it, revealing Toshinori and Ochako behind it.
"Oh, hey Katsuki. Got the leg squared away?" she asked, smiling.
Katsuki rapped his knuckles against his left leg. "Yeah, about to test it out and make sure it doesn't blow up on me or some shit."
"That's cool! Where are Himi and Izuku?" she asked, looking around.
"Zu's with the guy with the weird helmet, and Fangs is just around the corner or something."
"Miss Toga is currently resting, we had to draw a significant amount of blood to run some tests," Recovery Girl interjected, pointing at the other side of the clinic where a privacy curtain hung. "Mr. Midoriya is in the Support Lab with Power Loader, who is finishing up the device that will allow him to better track his own energy expenditure. You can wait here with your friend if you wish, just make sure she stays in that bed for a while longer."
"Yes ma'am!" Ochako saluted. She gave Katsuki a friendly pat on the shoulder, the blonde smirking at her and nodding as he walked out the door.
Toshinori stayed at the doorway, smiling at Ochako. "I'll go check on young Bakugo and discuss his training plan as well." She smiled back in acknowledgment, heading over to the corner where Recovery Girl said Himiko was resting. As she stepped around the curtain, she opened her mouth to greet the blonde but paused.
Ochako's bright smile morphed into a smaller, more warm one as she looked down at the sleeping form of Himiko, the blonde girl sprawled out with arms akimbo and mouth slightly open, her fangs glinting in the office light. Her blonde hair was slowly escaping her habitual buns she put them in, splayed around her head like a soft halo. Ochako pulled out the chair next to her bed and sat quietly in it, just looking over her friend with a soft gaze.
She wasn't seated long, the sounds of footsteps interrupting her quiet contemplation. The messy green locks of Izuku's smiling face came around the curtain, his own gaze shifting to a surprised one at first as he looked over the tableau before. Ochako quickly put her finger up to her lips with a grin, the greenette returning her gesture with a soft smile. He pulled another chair over and sat next to her.
"So, how did it go?" Ochako asked quietly, looking over at him.
In answer, Izuku held out his wrist. On his right wrist was a bracelet of some kind, made of a black, metallic looking substance of some kind. Where a watch face would be, instead, was a raised section of silver metal surrounding a screen, in which a green glowing bar was visible, filled from one end to the other with a series of notches set periodically around it.
"Looks like they were able to figure it out," he replied in the same quiet tone she did. He pointed at the left side of the bar. "This is the upper end, and as I drain it'll drop the bar. So I can see how much I use at any one time and get a better handle on it."
Ochako noted a similar device on his left wrist, but instead of a bar the silver section had a series of small numbers. She pointed at it. "Same thing there?"
"Nah, that one is for data collection. They want to try and figure out how I convert and at what rate. So it's tracking when I absorb, what it is, and how many joules it has. Then we'll be able to look at the data of how much I store from different sources and work out my conversion rate."
Ochako brightened up at that. "Oh, so you can see if one source is better for recharging when you go low!"
He smiled back at her. "Exactly! And the right wrist should start beeping if I start going low, so I'll notice quicker and be able to stop using my Quirk!"
She hummed contemplatively. "But what about when you get…you know what? Won't that throw the data off?"
He shrugged. "I'm still not sure how the two will interact. I've got some theories, but until I actually get it we have no idea."
"What theories?"
He placed a hand beneath his chin, cupping it in thought. "Well, the easiest one would be it ends up treated as the same source of energy I use, in which case I don't think I could run out, seeing as All Might never did. Another possibility is they have no interaction at all, but that one seems unlikely because from what All Might said, his master's Quirk changed when she got it."
"Is there a third theory?"
"Kind of, but kind of not? I mean, the third possibility is it enhances it in some way, which is what it apparently did for the prior holders. But that's very vague and not really helpful," Izuku said, shrugging.
"Sounds hot," came the murmured comment from the bed the two were sitting by. Startled, both looked over to see a yawning Himiko, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to ease the glare from the clinic lights.
"W-w-what?" Izuku stammered, flushing both from the comment and confusion at the apparent non-sequitur.
"Well, with how your Quirk does that cool rush when you give your energy to others, imagine what else you could do with it while…touching someone?" Himiko smirked.
Ochako pressed her face in her hands, groaning, as Izuku sputtered incoherently. Ochako just looked at him helplessly with a flustered grin, as the greenette shook his head rapidly to clear it. Trying to get a little bit back on her, he managed to speak through his flushed face. "Do you have an off switch or something?"
"Dunno, why don't you look and find out?" she shot back, smirking even harder as Izuku realized that he'd walked right into that. She sat up in the bed, winking at Ochako as she did. "Or maybe you wanna find it so you can turn me on again?"
"Oh my god Himi, stop before you give him an aneurysm," Ochako said, breaking into giggles as Izuku's head dropped to his chest, unable to deal with the situation.
"Hmm…nope!" Himiko giggled in return. After a moment to contain herself, she smiled sultrily at Ochako. "Besides, it's your fault I'm always…turned on, after all."
Ochako's face flushed beet red, matching the green-haired boy next to her as she squeaked. After a moment, she glared and smacked Himiko on the leg, ignoring the burning in her cheeks. "You stop that!"
"But 'Chako it's fun to see you two turn pretty colors!"
"Alright, enough flirting you three, if she's up I can make sure she's doing alright," the voice of Recovery Girl broke into their little playful conversation, pulling back the privacy curtain. She did an appraising look over Himiko, nodding after a moment. "Hmm. You look alright. Any dizziness or lightheadedness? You should be fine from the amount we took but best to be certain."
"Nope! I feel great after that little nap!" Himiko replied.
"Very well. You're free to go. We were able to determine you need to drink about a quarter to a half a pint of blood a day. This is one of the higher amounts on record, but nothing that can't be managed. We'll have the deliveries set up in a jiffy. Your friend will be returning shortly, so once he's back you four can head back home and begin that oaf's training regimen."
"You mean To-All Might?" Izuku asked.
Recovery Girl snorted. "Told you his name, did he? Well, that makes sense with you being his successor."
"You know?!" the three teens practically shouted at her, eyes wide.
"Of course I do. I'm the one who helped stitch his sorry ass back together after his fight six years ago," the older heroine said. "It's best I know anyways, young man. Who knows what backlash you might suffer while using it? I am already prepared to spend plenty of time smacking that man's shins for inevitably failing to teach you appropriately." The three teens shared a glance, but wisely decided not to involve themselves in what was clearly Toshinori's problem.
"Yo nerds, what's up?" Katsuki's voice came from the doorway, stepping inside with Toshinori behind.
"Hey Kacchan, we were just finishing up! The leg good?"
"Yep, this thing can take a fucking pounding. I can't wait to start some training with this thing."
Toshinori placed his hand on Katsuki's shoulder and smiled at the other three. "Well, if you are all ready, let's finish up our training plan discussions and we can begin training this weekend!"
Two Months Later
"Remind me why we wanted to go through this again?" Himiko moaned, collapsed against Izuku's shoulder as he sat against the dumpster, draining a water bottle.
Somewhat used to her behavior by this point, he was only partly flushed from her and partly from the effort of the day. Capping the now empty bottle and tossing it over his shoulder into the dumpster, he sighed. "I mean, I'm doing it because I'm the idiot who said yes. I dunno what's wrong with the rest of you."
A hand swatted him on the shoulder, with no force due to her exhaustion. "You stop that," Ochako scolded. It was a daily struggle to get Izuku to stop with his self-deprecating comments, but Ochako felt the training was slowly taking effect.
"Fucking wimps," Katsuki muttered, the effect somewhat ruined by the sweat streaming down his face and the gasps for air he was taking.
"Fuck you too Kats," Himiko shot back.
"I thought you and Katsuki were bad enough, but those two argue like cats and dogs," Ochako sighed, slumping against Izuku's other shoulder.
Izuku paused, humming thoughtfully. "Well…Himiko does have a vestigial cat mutation, and people always said Kacchan was like an angry pomeranian, so it fits."
"If I could stand I'd fucking kick your ass for that Zu," Katsuki said, having given up his fight with gravity and laying down on the sand.
"Wait, I have a what?" Himiko said, raising her head off where it rested on Izuku's shoulder.
"A vestigial cat mutation, I assume inherited. You didn't know?" Izuku blinked.
"No? How do you know?"
Izuku shrugged. "I just do? I mean, you have slit eyes like a cat, and the thing you do where you vanish from sight isn't part of your Transform Quirk. I assume it's related to how cats are ambush predators."
Himiko stared at Izuku with wide eyes. Ochako shrugged, no longer surprised by his random bursts of insight. Katsuki snorted. "You're freaking Fangs out there, Zu."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Himiko!" Izuku gushed, his hands fluttering nervously in the air as he turned to her with wide eyes.
She shook her head for a moment, smiling back at him. "It's fine Izu, I just get surprised at how your mind works sometimes. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."
"I ain't used to it and we grew up together," Katsuki said.
Izuku puffed out his cheeks in displeasure and pouted. "I'm not that bad."
"Yes you are," came the deadpan reply from the other three teenagers. Izuku crossed his arms over his chest and sank down, glaring at the sand.
"Ah, there you four are!" Toshinori's voice echoed out, the skinny blonde stepping around the dumpster to loom over the disheveled teenagers.
"Toshinori? Where have you been?" Himiko asked, craning her neck to look up at him.
"Why, I had to go meet my friend, he finally had time to come down and see you! Kids, meet Sir Nighteye, my former sidekick!" Toshinori gestured to a slender, tall man with dark green hair and yellow streaks through it dressed in an immaculate suit.
"Oh hello!" Izuku managed to get out, struggling to get to his feet. Unfortunately, he did not take into account the extra weight of the two girls leaning on him, and his feet slipped in the sand, sending him falling backwards and banging his head off the dumpster. The two girls shouted in alarm as they fell, both of them collapsing across his prone form and nearly knocking their heads together.
Nighteye sighed deeply and glared at Toshinori. "And he is your chosen successor?"
"I promise you Mirai, he is more than suited. He is a hero, through and through, even though he himself does not believe that yet."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Izuku muttered as he managed to unentangle himself from the girls, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up.
Nighteye sighed, pinching his nose. "Very well. I'll speak to you later. Toshinori requested I come assist the four of you with your Quirks for your training. I have the notes he's given me, based upon the ones you provided Midoriya, so I do hope they are accurate or else we'll be wasting time."
"We checked them over before he sent them, Sir Nighteye. He gets our Quirks, I promise!" Ochako said, smiling shakily.
"Good. You just volunteered to go first. Come with me," he gestured peremptorily. Ochako gulped, sharing a glance with Himiko before struggling to her feet and following Nighteye around the corner.
"I'm given to understand you have misunderstood how your Quirk works, where you initially believed you removed gravity, what you actually were doing was matching the gravitational field on an object subconsciously to make it float, correct?"
"That's what Izu thinks it does. I never tried anything but making things float before, but when I tried increasing gravity it crushed the dryer flat. Really tied my stomach in knots though."
"Have you tried altering the gravity to the side? Or in other words, rather than vertical movement, horizontal?"
Ochako shrugged. "Not since the other day. Izuku suggested that too, but after how it made me react I'm a little hesitant."
Nighteye nodded, scribbling in a tiny notebook. "Alright. And can you transfer the mechanics through a wire as he also theorized?"
"Also haven't tried that yet."
"Fine. We're testing each of these scenarios today. We're going to stick to very small objects just to see proof of concept, this should prevent the backlash you spoke of. Toshinori explained the wisdom in learning how to fight even a rescue hero, correct?" Nighteye waited for Ochako to nod at him before continuing. "Excellent. As a matter of course, I will suggest focusing on a fighting style that focuses on grappling, holds, and throws. Since your Quirk is reliant on your hands, we'll prioritize defense of them because losing your fingers means losing your Quirk."
Ochako's eyes went wide at the clinical way he spoke. "I-is that something I should worry about?"
"A smart villain who knows how your Quirk works will prioritize your hands. However, you can take measures to protect yourself. Good gloves will help, especially ones that can cover your fingertips and retract with ease. Not an uncommon support item. But we're going to learn how to fight without support items. You can't become too reliant on equipment, in the field, the only thing you can truly rely on is yourself and the other heroes around you. Civilians will often be more hindrance than help. So." Nighteye snapped his notebook shut, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Let's begin our tests."
"Midoriya has it marked down that you have impeccable control over your explosions, yes?"
"I had to, else I'd blow up our fucking house on accident," Katsuki replied.
"What do the two of you consider 'impeccable control?"
Katsuki shrugged. "I never let 'em off unless I want to. I adapt to my fights to only use as big a one as I need to win. Explosions can kill and I'm no fucking murderer."
"And if you faced someone who has a weakness to heat or force? Would you be able to accurately gauge how big an explosion you need without this knowledge?"
Katsuki looked uncomfortable at that. "Well, I mean, I try to start out small and shit, and ramp up, unless I already know. And they don't really have as much heat as it seems, it's more force and shit. Else I'd burn myself."
"But you can burn someone, yes?" Nighteye asked insistently.
"I mean…yeah, I guess," Katsuki muttered.
"And you can utilize it in many different ways, correct? Midoriya has written here that you can create bright flashes of light without heat, that you can use the concussive force to propel yourself around, and that you even have created a few supermoves."
"Yeah, the flash is one, I call it Stun Grenade, and I have Howitzer Impact for someone big and tough."
"Explain Howitzer Impact to me."
"Err…so explosions and fire need oxygen, right? So I go into the air and quickly with my explosions to pull the air around me in, making like a mini tornado and shit. Then I can throw out one really big explosion with the extra oxygen to fuel it."
"How well can you aim it?"
Katsuki shrugged. "I don't use it till I got my target right in sight. Preferably upon hitting them directly. But it's hard to practice out here. So I've only done it a couple times and not at anyone yet."
Nighteye scribbled down in his notebook. "How close to actual nitroglycerin is the chemical you produce, and is it as dangerous to consume as normal nitroglycerin?"
"Far as we can tell it's pretty much fucking identical in all ways. But I'm immune to consuming it. It's why I'm always careful to wash my hands a lot while cooking for others though."
"Very well. Your fighting style is fairly set I'm led to believe, but I'd still like to witness it in action so we can see what we can improve on. You have a similar weakness to Miss Uraraka in the fact that a smart villain will go for your hands. Granted you have better ranged options than she does currently, but this is still an important thing to take care of. Let's see how well you do."
"So Miss Toga-"
"Himiko, please. I don't like that name."
Nighteye glanced up at her for a moment, before nodding. "Very well, Miss Himiko. So. Unlike your companions, your Quirk is not a major boon in combat. You will be better off relying on your natural agility and ability to avoid detection when you must fight, but it would probably behoove you to consider weaponry. Do you have a preferred weapon?"
"I like knives!" she replied with a smile, her fangs peeking over her lips.
"A reasonable choice. Knives would give you a way to get blood, and are effective at stopping villains. However, if knives are your weapon of choice, we will need to spend some time practicing how to use them without killing or maiming your foe permanently. That's a great way to end your hero career early."
Himiko nodded. "Yeah, dad says the same thing. He also suggested I go into underground heroics, cause that's easier to get away with using knives and my Quirk would work better in that."
"Hmm, your father has the right idea. I was going to suggest the same. Your Quirk would be an excellent boon for infiltration, subterfuge, and investigation. And underground heroics could always use more heroes interested in it. They also operate with…I won't say fewer rules per se, as they must follow the same laws, but less scrutiny on said rules."
Himiko nodded again. "Yep, that's what dad said too!"
Nighteye's lips twitched upwards slightly. "That all said, I am not a true expert in underground heroics, although I've done some work in that area. However, I think what I can help you most with is twofold. One, we're going to practice adaptability, especially your acting adaptability."
"Huh? Acting?"
"If you're going to infiltrate somewhere, you need to be able to act like the person you've mirrored. I understand there are some instinctual mannerisms that come through when you transform, but we're going to hone those to a razor point so you would be indistinguishable."
"And the second thing?"
In response, Nighteye reached one hand into his chest coat, spinning about in a flash as his hand flicked. A loud crack echoed from the retaining wall behind him, a stamp partially embedded into the stone. He turned back to Himiko. "I have no strength Quirk, or any physical enhancement Quirk. That is solely the province of a support item and my own agility. We're going to practice something similar for you. You don't need super strength to still be strong, and I'm going to make sure you can manage that and better."
Himiko grinned widely at the image, and her grin stretched further as Nighteye pulled a knife from his pocket and set it on the dishwasher before him that he had been using as a desk. She met his gaze as he nodded towards the knife. "Alright Miss Himiko, let's get started."
Nighteye pushes his glasses up once more, sighing deeply. "So you're Toshinori's chosen successor."
"Y-yes sir?" Izuku replied.
"I will make this clear. I'm not second guessing his choice. I believe him when he says you have the right spirit. What I am going to do is ask you if you believe you are the right choice?" Izuku froze in place for a moment, eyes wide as Nighteye seemed to directly pick the same thought that kept percolating in his mind every day. Nighteye's eyes' narrowed.
"As I thought. You're not sure if you are either, are you?"
Izuku hung his head in response, refusing to meet the hero's gaze. Nighteye sighed once more. "Stop looking like a kicked puppy. Why aren't you sure? Do you doubt Toshinori?"
"N-No! All Might's been my idol since I first saw his debut video! He's the greatest! And talking to Tenko helped a lot too…but…"
"But you caused the deaths of thirty seven people and injured two hundred and twelve others. Your parents included in that number of deaths, and your childhood friend's leg included in the injury count. And you don't believe this gives you the right to inherit One For All, correct?"
Izuku curled in on himself, refusing to look up. "If you're reading my mind why bother asking questions?" he managed to mutter.
"I'm confirming my theory. And now for my next statement…why are you a hypocrite?"
"What?" Izuku gasped, finally looking up at the man before him.
"Tell me this, Midoriya. Tenko Shimura caused five deaths with his initial Quirk activation. Do you believe that is his fault?"
"N-No, he was just a kid!" Nighteye's deadpan glare told Izuku exactly how he felt about that statement. Izuku shook his head rapidly. "It's different!"
"Why? Because of the scale of the incident? What if I told you about a young man in Argentina whose first Quirk activation caused the nearby dam to break and flood his village, killing over one hundred people and injuring countless more. Would you blame that four year old child?"
"W-Well, no, I mean, if it was an accident-"
"Then it can't be the scale that's the issue. Is it because a villain was involved? Does that not mitigate it even further? It never would have happened if the villain hadn't been there. Is it not the villains fault for putting you in that position in the first place?"
"W-well, I mean, he did, but, I-"
"Enough. Let's talk about your Quirk." Izuku sputtered, the whiplash from the abrupt subject change leaving him flustered. Nighteye continued as if he hadn't completely confused the greenette before him. "Here's what we're going to do today. We are going to experiment with each aspect of your Quirk and take note of every expenditure you make, of what amount was consumed from your reservoir and what the effect was. We're going to write that all down. And then you are going to memorize every single one of them."
"Um…why?" Izuku managed to get out, still reeling from Nighteye's rapidfire subject change.
Nighteye pointed at the monitor on his wrist. "Because that can break. That can be stolen, or forgotten, or malfunction. We're going to make sure you know every in and out of your Quirk, its functions, and its expenditures by heart so that no matter what situation you are in, you can manage yourself. Especially as even with that on, you won't have the freedom to constantly be looking down at it. We'll also use this as a comparison to when you do take One For All from Toshinori, to see how it and One For All Interact."
"Y-yeah, that makes sense. I was tracking it before, but I haven't really been doing a lot with my Quirk since we started Toshinori's training plan."
"You're over a third of the way done, so it's time to mix in more Quirk work for you and your friends. We'll spend the rest of the day on experiments, and I will be with you all once a week going forward to work on control and precision. Now, get up Midoriya. It's time to begin." Nighteye paused as he stood, turning back to look at Izuku with a steely gaze. "And don't think you can continue to be a hypocrite about your past. You will learn, Izuku Midoriya, or you will falter when it matters most. Let's not waste any more time."