Day three. A typical training day for Geus was a three hour session with at least a day in between. This extreme training was triple that without a break. His muscles were beyond weak, to move his arm felt like he had to move an entire another person. His lungs, on the other hand, felt stronger than before. His capacity increased along with a better control ability.

While yesterday was to extend every side of his quirk, today had an intense focus. His quirk surrounded his body in solid gas. He tightened his core, Kirishima stood less than a foot opposite of Geus. His quirk was activated that turned his arm into rock. He nodded at Geus who nodded back. The enhanced fist pumped back and launched directly into the purple armor. It shattered right through and connected with Geus's gym attire.

"Oof!" Geus's body caved in and dragged back before he crashed into the ground.

"Of God are you okay?" Kirishima jogged after his friend. He knelt down to his level and helped him up. "You took a manly punch!"

Geus held in his last cough. "That was harder than I thought." Geus held the back of his head. "How is my headache overpowering the rest of my body?"

"Come on, get up." He pulled on Geus's arm till he reached up to his feet. "Can't let Aizawa Sensei see us slacking." He backed up and enhanced his arms again. "Stack up!"

Geus wrapped his body with his quirk. This time he added to it, long poles extended from the chest guard, down his legs, and into the ground. Kirishima threw another punch into Geus's chest. His quirk shattered away with the punch. His support structure broke with it but kept him on his feet. He coughed up blood from this hit.

"Another." Geus coughed. He reached into the open port and dug the blood out from it. Again his body was covered in the purple gas and ready for another hit.

On Kirishima's side, he went deeper with his quirk. Extra waves of cracks blasted from his arms. Geus clenched down from the sight of Kirishima's flying fist. Geus accessed one of the chambers in his lungs. An instant wave of gas entered the space between his clothes and the hardened gas. The moment his knuckles connected to the gas, the layer underneath hardened. Kirishima quickly grabbed Geus's shoulder and pulled him in. Geus opened his eyes and scouted the area. He was still on his feet with the second layer of gas still around him. His friend carried a large smile on his face, his sharp teeth exposed and eyes wider than ever before.

"You did it!" Kirishima backed up and hardened his own body. "Hit me!"

Now Geus finally noticed his legs wiggled, he looked back up and dropped to his knees. He desperately sucked in air and rockily exhaled. "I need a minute." Geus felt the ground, nearly perfectly smooth. He closed his eyes and exhaled the gas around his arms. A new idea went through his mind, a new correlation between the ground and Kirishima. The perfect way his quirk went around every grove slightly changed. Instead of designed and layout studs, his arms followed Kirishima's as randomly jagged and extruded.

Geus pushed his hands off the ground and charged at him. His fist uppercut straight into the center of Kirishima's abs. The extra groves his armor created shattered upon impact. But the main construction of his arm stayed mostly intact, a few cracks and holes did appear. He was unable to move Kirishima any distance, though that didn't stop Kirishima's smile.

"I felt that one. Pretty good first punch." Kirishima patted Geus's shoulder. "Try a double combo."

Geus healed the imperfections in his arm and hooked his arms one after the other. The second hook jerked the rock hard abs to the side. Geus smiled, his arms were completely destroyed but to see his friend's body move just a bit gave the slightest happiness.

"You"

"Hit me!" Tiger shouted.

Both of the students jumped back and tumbled down on their buts. The hero appeared out of nowhere and scared them beyond belief. Tiger's powerful eyes locked on with Geus's forever sweaty face. Geus gulped down the access saliva and shakily got up to his feet. His arms surrounded inside the quirk. Fear slowed down his arm's movements. Geus closed his eyes and swung forward into a set of equally strong hero. His quirk shattered away and cracked his knuckles. Fear increased sevenfold as he realized his punch did nothing but hurt himself.

"Never close your eyes with a direct combat fight! You lose the presence of your opponent and become instantly weaker against them. Prepare your body!" Tiger shouted. The bumpiness and imperfections of his chest were not because he planned it. The sheer presence of Tiger's abundant personality took away his ability to focus. Tiger's body took a wider stance and tensed the muscles in his legs and arms. "The flow of your strength should go through your entire body! Not just your!" The prepared fist of Tiger thrust forward. "Arms!" Just the air force generated from the punch took away the armor. The pure strength of the fist planted on Geus's chest and dropped him into the ground. His shoulders broke through the surface and created a hole for his body to sit in.

Tiger faced Kirishima. Kirishima's body was instinctively enveloped by his quirk. He was a little less prepared to hide his fear compared to Geus. He tried to double down on his strength and prepared himself for what Tiger had prepared. The first fist landed on Kirishima's chest. Then was the onslaught wave of punch after punch into Kirishima's upper body. With every one pushed him an inch back and flinched his body away.

He stopped. Kirishima's body also seized movement. All his muscles stiffened for him to fall backward and stiffen into a frozen turtle.

"You're not using your quirk hard enough! I broke through too easily!"

"I'm dying." Geus wheezed. "My lungs beg for forgiveness."

Tiger towered over the fraction of a man. His fists pressed against his waist as he lowered his face to Geus. "You're not dying. Not yet."

"Not until I bring the ice bath!" Pixie-Bob cheered. Her arrival was in the blink of an eye. Or they were too out consciousness to understand time and her ability to drag a bathtub-sized bucket with ice in it. "Though this ice bucket isn't for relaxing the agony of your muscles. Only to keep you alive!"

One of Tiger's hands wrapped around Geus's neck and pulled him up to his feet. They wobbled, an indication of how broken Geus currently was. But that didn't interest or concern any of the pro heroes on the scene. The addition to how slow Geus's quirk covered his arms didn't help either. He was sore and was ready for death. This may be the only time in his mind that unconsciousness from overuse would be worth it.

With that in mind, Geus unleashed his strength. His quirk enhanced arms were larger and bumpier than before. Deep crevasses around pointed peaks, oceans and mountains took shape from the quirk. And at the exits of his elbows, gas torpedoed out. The look Geus's face resembled of an unscary killer. His punches flew faster with the pressure of the gas. Even the connection with Tiger's chest felt stronger and more solid.

The extra effort was not in vain, he could feel his skin press harder against the shell of his quirk. His eyes remained open as Tiger instructed. The pained look on Tiger's face only reiterated Geus's strength. His arms clamped around Geus's arm and tightened down. The slight movement he caused seized to a stop. It wasn't from the defensive measures Tiger placed. Geus used everything he had in him, his arm shot out to the side and smashed into the ground. His arm violently swung around the ground, the sudden and rapid seizure movements continued to his neck and the other arm.

His mind went blank, only able to feel everything his body hit against. He had no idea if at any point his quirk went out of control and hit Tiger, Kirishima, or even Pixie-Bob.

Then there was nothing, a moment of bliss inside the minutes of torment. Like a cold wind at the start of an autumn day. It rejuvenated his body, his crushed lungs fixed the crinkles and opened up again. His eyes regained the ability to see. A small sigh of relief left his mouth and continued after with an equally small laugh.

Geus turned his head around, a smiling Kirishima with his quirk enhanced arm stood there. "Scary as ever man." Kirishima laughed. "I remember what you said that you can't get your face stuck in water. Or else, you know, could die."

Claws wrapped around Geus's chin and attempted to sway his head back forward. Even with his resistance, he couldn't stop it. "What a wonderful sight." Pixie-Bob's smile was completely different than Kirishima's. It was like Geus's from earlier, but actually scary. "It's a nice view to see a man soaking wet in front of me. Trying all he can to impress me."

A third arm grabbed on the back of Geus's track jacket. This one was much thicker and applied more force than the others. This arm yanked Geus out from the ice bath and tossed him back on the rock. "No more relaxing!" Tiger shouted. "Continue!"

The heroes left, with both of them perfectly set to continue training there was no need for them. Kirishima jogged over to Geus right after and helped his soak body up. "You really alright?" He asked as he patted the dirt off of Geus.

Other than the feeling of shattered bones and muscles are torn wide open, he was fine. "I can continue on I guess." Geus went on to rub the back of his neck, his headache was worse. His gas now filled in whatever space the blood didn't take up. A real hindrance yes, but nothing that could truly stop him. "Let's just get back to it before they come back." Geus knew that he didn't fool his friend. The look on his face told him so. "I don't know about you but a hundred push ups with a gut punch between doesn't feel good to me." Geus flowed his quirk out and surrounded his wet jacket. "Come on, hit me."

The punch was instant, and so was Geus's fall to the ground. His arms wrapped around and clenched the once armored gut of his. His eyes widened, he did everything he could mentally to hold in his pain. His quirk was only revived in the sense to keep him alive and nothing else.

"Wow, felt like nothing was there this time." Kirishima joked. He proceeded to crack his neck and drop down to his butt. "You need a break, I can see it."

As much as he wanted to argue, his body refused all advancement he used in an attempt to stand. "Help me up, I don't want to be in 2 am classes with you."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I'll keep an eye out in case any of the Wildcats come out."

A small smile formed at the corner of Geus's lips. "Glad to have a friend in all of this." 'Even if Iroh says these people are only my friends for school. Kirishima is genuine.'.

"There better be a good reason for you two slacking off." Aizawa's words held power in them. Fear froze their bodies, they couldn't even turn their head around to their teacher. The anger in his tone rose. "Well?"

'So much for a look out.'

The hours that proceeded was not one that any of them wished for. The Wild Wild Pussycats and their training methods were nothing compared to Aizawa's. It was non stop with nonstop dunks into the ice bath. As painful as it was, it was easy for them to see the benefits.

By the time night rolled around, Geus and Kirishima were nothing more than just walking corpses. The cold that the moon gave off brought addition pain to their already ruined bodies. It wasn't just them that felt this, the members of the camp also nearly killed them as well.

Training was over for the night and the two classes merged for dinner. And Geus's body refused to move an inch to help. He took over one of the benches as his body draped over the entire thing.

"Geus! Get up and start helping out with dinner so everybody can eat and attempt the tests of courage!" Iida shouted directly in Geus's ear. His hand struck up and down the entire time he shouted.

"I'm not eating so I don't need it." Geus's arm effortlessly hurled itself to the tabletop. His hand used what was left of its strength to lift up a palm-sized syringe. "This is all I need."

"Then it would be most optimal to assist your friends and help them succeed in where it takes no effort yourself." Fumikage leaned at the edge of the table.

"That sounds like communism." Geus groaned. "And I'm having none of it."

Iida's hand did the same technique. "I agree with Tokoyami! You must show the respect UA deserves and help all of its students!"

"I almost died like five times today." Geus's other arm acted dead, he needed to use his shoulder to swing it against Iida's chest. "I don't need this. Wake me up after dinner."

By the time Geus was awake and dinner was over he was forced to join everyone in the Wild Wild Pussycat's game. A scare game with A and B versing each other to spook the other. Several teams have already gone through the tests against 1-B's effort, some were easily scared and others passed without a single fright.

Geus felt something strange in the air. His head rushed heavily with access blood. He looked at Midoriya, his partner for the test and shrugged off his thoughts. He went up to his gas filter and pulled off one of them. He distanced himself from the group and entered the woods alone. He was at a safe distance from his friends and was able to freely move around his quirk. His back pressed against a larger sized tree and lowered himself to the ground. The rest didn't help the pounding migraine. It felt worse while the minutes went by.

"Get up." Iroh's voice toppled the pain overload Geus had. Geus's bloodshot eyes looked up to his rival's voice. The voice was only air without a body. "Get over yourself with the pain. Something isn't right and you know it."

Pink smoke started to cover the area. Whether it was from his subconscious waking him up or Mandalay communicating with him, it didn't matter. Geus pulled the other filter off and got up. The headache stopped like it was there then nothing. His own gas surrounded whatever was around him and plundered it to the ground. A strange taste decided to take over his mouth, a taste he didn't recognize even before the mask.

"Tranquilizer?"