Writing fighting scenes is soooo hard! I can only hope that practice makes it easier. I hope. Enjoy!

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'Your clever, astute, adaptable. Your mind is capable of developing quick and efficient strategies with minimum data. But your body is weak. Not because of sickness or biology, but because you didn't bother to train it. How can you help others without the minimum training?. Or do you simply expect that hoping and praying will work? If that is so, then leave. But if you're willing to learn, to work hard, to push your body and mind to its limit, to its breakpoint and keep going… then stay and become my apprentice'

The words of her mentor came to Izumi's mind. He had been harsh, but his words were true. Ever since she had been a little girl she had wanted to be a hero, one like All Might. Even when she had been diagnosed as quirkless she still maintained that hope. But her mentor had been right. She had only trained her mind, not her body. She just kept hoping that if she tried her best she could do it. She had been a fool.

Her mentor teached her. He taught her exercises to strengthen her muscles and elongate her limbs. He taught her mind games to sharpen her mind. And he taught her all he knew about pokemon. After two years together he let her go. After all, experience was the best teacher. Failing and trying. Those were the best teachers.

She wasn't almighty. No. She still had much to learn. She was a good trainer, her medals and rewards proved it. But if she wanted to be one day a hero, one capable of saving others with a smile on her face, she had to be better.

When she had found Eri, she knew she needed more information. Not only of where she was, but of their enemy. Eri was traumatized, she didn't want to tell her of the men who kept her, of her life, of her quirk. So Izumi told her of her childhood, of her mom, of her mentor and the friends she had made. She gave her Gallade's pokeball and told her that if the man who hurt her ever came close, to hold the ball and call for Ser Plushy's help.

Their physic link informed her of how much Gallade didn't appreciate that name.

With some time and gentle coaxing Eri told her a few things. Her name, her captor's nickname, Overhaul, and how she came to have her wounds. Hearing how the man would disassemble and reassemble Eri's body and take her blood and tissue made her sick, and furious. It took her lots of self control to not show her fury in her face. Gallade heard it too and informed the rest of the team. She spent most of that night calming them down and promising that they would get a shot at hurting that Overhaul bastard.

It was his power that worried her. A single touch and he could kill her and her entire team. Hell, he could made it so that no evidence remained.

A very powerful quirk, wielded by a very powerful man.

Eri told her of how, once she saw him simply defeat one of his men in mere seconds. That spoke of his speed and reflex. Fortunately Izumi had a strategy for those types of opponents.

First: evade the attack; Second: obstruct view; Third: made them lose control of themselves. Anger is good as fuel, but too much and poor self control and it becomes a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

And it worked. The shock of losing Eri right in front of his own nose, Infernape's smokescreen and a nice amount of Taunt combined with some hits and mocking made him release all that rage in one very flashy way.

Because Izumi knew she couldn't defeat him. At least not without suffering serious damage for herself or her team. She needed more information of his limits, of his strengths, of his weaknesses. So, she made him visible. A dangerous villain, with a powerful quirk destroying part of the city, and so close to Tokyo. Especially on that day.

And that was when it all went to shit. Overhaul's hands touched the wall and it started to shift into a wave of concrete rolling towards her.

"Shit! Infernape, higher!" Her starter jumped towards the roof, away from the villain. When they touched the roof she climbed off its back and released two more Pokemon.

"Lucario, Lopunny, we are against a dangerous foe. He can change the entire layout with just a touch of his hands. He can also kill us with just touching us. Avoid close combat, use Protect and Detect, intercalate with range attacks. According to Eri he can withstand strong hits, but don't overdo it. We aren't murderers"

The three nodded. They were some of her more mobile and agile Pokemon, and they had powerful range moves.

They stood back to back, keeping a 360 view as much as possible. Lopunny's hearing and Lucario's sensory feelers strengthened their defense.

"RIO!" Lucario barked and pointed down

"Jump now!" She ordered. They all jumped towards the street. Pokemon were sturdier than humans, their bodies could handle a big fall. Trained Pokemon even more And Izumi was primarily a fighting type trainer. Her body could handle hits strong enough to bend steel.

The roof caved, it turned into quicksand alongside the entire building. Izumi hoped that nobody was inside.

"Lucario, were.." "Rio" he shaked his head. Izumi relaxed. Nobody was at the building. Good.

She looked at the street. It was filled with people, children and adults, most of them taking pictures and filming their fight.

"Listen up! This place is dangerous! You all need to leave and call for the heroes to arrive! There is a dangerous villain here!"

Some left, mostly parents dragging their children. But the rest didn't want to leave. She sighed.

"I'm serious, you all.." "Lo!" Lopunny grabbed her and jumped away. Coming from the alley was Overhaul. But he was different. Physically his body was surrounded by concrete, bricks, metal, and whatever else he had touched. It surrounded him in the form of a golem, a very big and angry golem, with tendrils moving like whips.

But what froze her wasn't his shape. It was his aura. His killing intent. He wanted to kill her. He wasn't going to stop until she was dead. And he didn't care if others were in the way.

"Lucario Roar now!"

Lucario faced the crowd and roared. A deep rumbling sound came from his maw. It wasn't a warning. It was a promise. A promise of harm and danger. A perfect way for Pokemon to scare those weaker than them, sometimes, even those on their same level of strength. A group of civilians who had never been in battle, who had never faced a Pokemon? They ran so fast they left dustprints.

Izumi and her team faced Overhaul. At least now they could fight without worrying about innocents getting hurt. Streets, houses, buildings, they could be rebuilt. It would be expensive, yes, a pain in the pocket. But they can be rebuilt. A life can't be rebuilt. And that's what mattered when fighting a villain. That's what her mentor taught her.

"Lopunny use Ice Beam, try to immobilize his body as much as possible. Lucario, Screech and Metal Sound, then Flash Cannon. Infernape Flamethrower, maximum power. Everybody use moves to increase defense, attack and mobility"

They obeyed. Lopunny covered with ice Overhaul's armor, she even froze his golem's feet to the ground. Lucario's scream had him screaming and flinching from the pain. Infernape's flames actually melted the villain's armor.

Izumi stood there, analyzing and giving orders to her team, but also concentrating. She was giving her Pokemon strength. She was using her aura to increase their power. And for a moment it seemed as if they could win. Her team was fast, every time he tried to hit them with his tendrils they jumped or they used Protect to shield themselves while the other two would attack.

For one moment Izumi thought they could win. And then Overhaul showed why he was in charge of the Shie Hassakai.

His entire armor was expelled from his body, like a meteor shower. The debris hit everything. The buildings across the street, traffic lights, posters. She could barely see Lopunny using Protect and Lucario running and dodging, trying to reach her, when she saw a giant mass in front of her. All she could do was focus her aura on her body and push against the object.

It didn't prevent her from being tossed and crashing against a window but it did save her life. It felt as if a Rhydon had trampled against her. She was focusing on breathing when a hand grabbed her neck.

It was him. Overhaul. His eyes showed his intentions. A malicious glint filled them. He was going to kill her. But not fast. No he was going to torture her, and slowly. She could feel it. His emotions were screaming the pleasure he was feeling at the idea of killing her.

"What were you expecting? In what world does a teenager defeat a Yakusa Boss?" he smirked, so confident of his victory, so confident of his power.

Izumi coughed and then grinned, "I didn't have to defeat you. Just slow you down" Her eyes slided towards her left and a smile crept over her face.

Overhaul's eyes narrowed and then he looked over his shoulder.

There, in the front of the restaurant where they crashed, was a washing machine standing in a heroic posture.

"WAAAASHHHHHH, VILLAIN!" from its hands erupted a stream of bubbles, straight at them. The stream from the left hand enveloped Izumi in a giant bubble, while the stream from the right hand tore Overhaul away and had him crashing through the walls.

"Young lady don't worry, the heroes are here. Please point out any injuries you may have. My bubbles work as disinfectants" the hero helped her out of the bubble.

Izumi stared at him in wonder. As a young, quirkless, lonely girl she didn't have many friends. To be honest, she had no friends. Either they her a freak or used her as a punching bag or didn't want to risk befriending her in fear of becoming a bully target. She didn't join any sports team nor any other club. All she focused on was the hero world and quirk analysis.

So, she studied all she could about heroes and villains. She theorized about how their quirks worked, their limits, possible interactions between quirks, ways to increase or nullify a quirk, etc, etc.

By the time she had met her mentor and became a Pokemon trainer, she had nine notebooks filled with information of heroes and villains.

And she recalled a hero whose quirk formed bubbles that could be used to defeat, encapsule and clean.

"Y-you are, are, the Washing Hero: Wash!" Izumi couldn't help but stutter at seeing a hero in the flesh. For all her achievements at the League circuit and Battle Frontier, Midoriya Izumi was a hero fan nerd at heart.

"Oh my Arceus, I have so many questions. How did you control the output from each hand? Does each hand only control a certain amount? Now that doesn't make any sense, that type of limit would be obvious to see. That means that you need an incredible level of control to release a stream from one hand and a single bubble from the other, and at the same time. Mumble, mumble, mumble…"

"Young lady, your questions are interesting, however this may not be the best place to answer them" Wash placed a hand on her shoulder. Izumi's face went completely red. It had been a while since this happened.

"Ah, yes, right, your right Mr Wash. Sorry. I, I tend to overanalyze quirks, sorry" Her whole face was red as a tomato.

Wash smiled. "It 's no problem. It's nice to see a kid show a bright mind"

Izumi smiled back. She was going to open her mouth when a noise startled her. Both of them faced towards the hole where Overhaul had fallen.

"Mr Wash, that villain's name is Overhaul. He is the leader of the Shie Hassakai, a Yakuza organization. Overhaul's quirk allows him to disassemble and reassemble anything, organic and inorganic. His body is thought enough to handle hits that could break rock and bend metal, and his speed and agility is impressive. A witness told me he is capable of killing a person just by touching them. My team and I tried to weaken his defenses and used long range attacks. We, we only managed to hold him in place until you arrived"

Wash stared at her. "Young lady, that analysis is impressive. How old are you?"

"Fifteen, just turned fifteen" another birthday away from her mother, another milestone missed with her only biological family.

"And what school do you plan to attend next April?" the knowing smile on his face spoke of his thoughts. Wash already had an idea of what career Izumi wanted. A civilian who only wanted a simple life wouldn't risk their lives against a powerful villain. Izumi smiled. After four years away, after four years of training and adventures, she could finally answer that question with confidence.

"You think that would stop me?" Overhaul voices interrupted them. There were only a few scratches on his face and body. His clothes were torn, but he didn't stumble or show any other sign of damage.

"You really think, that a fucking washing machine would stop ME!" His hands touched the rubble, a tendril went right towards Izumi's face but Wash bubbles tore right through it.

"I AM OVERHAUL! I LEAD THE YAKUZA! I AM THE BANE OF THE HERO SOCIETY! I WILL DESTROY THIS SICK SOCIETY OBSESSED WITH QUIRKS! A FUCKING TEENAGER, HER PET MONSTERS AND A FUCKING WASHING MACHINE WON'T STOP ME!"

When he tried to move one of his legs he stiffened. He twitched but couldn't move. Izumi's eyes squinted. There. A glint. A thread. No, fibers. There were fibers surrounding his arms, legs, torso and neck. She quickly went through her memories and remembered only one hero whose quirk allowed him to apprehend villains that way.

"That foul language has no place in front of our youth. No wonder a criminal capable of this destruction only knows how to speak this way. It's a shame how courtesies have been disappearing these days" a man said behind them.

He was tall. His blond hair was perfectly combed. His telltale jean mask and costume revealed his identity: The Fiber Hero, Best Jeanist, the number three hero.

Best Jeanist arms were in cross position, thin, barely visible fibers were enveloped between each of his fingers. Those fibers were the ones immobilizing Overhaul.

"Mr Best Jeanist! Overhaul's hands.." "Can't touch anything. I know. I was able to overhear your words to Wash. I concur with my fellow hero, your information is extremely important. Good work at gathering it"

Best Jeanist, the number four hero of Japan, said she had done a good job. Oh my Arceus. Izumi had to use all her self control to avoid cheering like a little girl.

"Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!" Overhaul started to laugh like a maniac. Tears flowed from his eyes. His body shaked as much as it could under its immobilization.

Wash put himself in front of Izumi. She too sensed something wrong. Her hand went to her back, towards one of her balls, one she had kept as a last option.

"What's so funny, villain?" asked Best Jeanist. He too had sensed something wrong. His fingers tightened, he was putting more strength on his hold.

"I thought that torturing and killing that brat would make my day better from all this disappointing week. Making sure she watches how this heroes die by my hand because she wanted stick her nose were it doesn't belong… that makes it much better"

Even though his lower face was hidden by his beak-like mask, Izumi could easily imagine his malicious smile. His eyes already showed his madness.

"And how do you plan to do that?" The number four hero asked.

Izumi saw it before the others. His hands were away from the rest of his body and from his surroundings. But his fingers could touch his palm and each other. She didn't know whether it was his fingertips, his palm or the entire hand the one that needed to touch to activate his quirk. And she didn't want to find out. The next seconds would be paramount. Fortunately she still had an ace. She had sensed him after Wash had saved her.

"Infernape, Mach Punch! Now!" Izumi screamed with all her strength.

The ground to the left of Overhaul started to tremble. It caved and formed a hole. And from that hole a blur jumped and aimed a punch towards Overhaul's face.

Infernape's punch connected solidly. The punch had been so strong that it tore the villain from the fibers and had him collide against a wall.

"Continue with Match Punch! Don't let him touch you or anything else!" "INNN" he nodded and went after his opponent.

"I'm sorry Best Jeanist. I saw how his fingers could still touch each other and his palm and for all we know that could be enough to reassemble his entire arm and escape from your quirk"

Best Jeanist frowned.

"A good analysis young lady. You're right. Without knowing the exact workings of his quirk is best to assume the worst"

"We must reassemble outside, with his quirk this small space only benefits him. Call back your Infernape?"

"Infernape, Dig back outside. We need more space"

The three ran outside. She saw Lucario on the ground with Lopunny's hand glowing pink around his chest.

"What happened?" "Lo, lo, pun" Lopunny indicated to a giant rock broken in the middle and to Lucario. Izumi facepalmed.

"Is this another of your creatures?" Wash asked her. She nodded. "If you need I can use my bubbles to administer medical assistance"

"Thanks but it's not necessary. Lopunny can use Heal Pulse to this idiot" "Cario" her best friend pouted at her tone. "If you are stupid enough to use Arm Break against a giant boulder of who knows what coming at you at maximum speed, then you're an idiot"

Wash and Best Jeanist chuckled at her side.

"We need to form a plan quickly. With his quirk and abilities he will be extremely difficult to apprehend. Our only advantage is that he didn't bring any of his followers. But every second it increases the risk of his henchmen coming and that would make our situation even more difficult. What should we do?, mumble, mumble, mumble"

A hand on her shoulder made her stop her mumbling. The voice that spoke had her freeze

"Don't worry young lady. For We Are Here"

She turned and remembered why she had chosen to go to Tokyo. She remembered how that first night, when she was trying to figure out how to protect Eri she had noticed that they were in August. She remembered how she had checked the Hero Public Safety Commission website to see if the ranks had been updated yet and to her delight it was going to be one week from that exact day. That meant that in one week Tokyo would be filled with hundreds of heroes. And more importantly with the current top ten.

Izumi ignored the sound of Overhaul screaming about killing her and the rest. She ignored how her Pokemon went in front of her to protect her from the deranged villain. She ignored her exhaustion.

Her plan had been easy. Go to Tokyo, have Overhaul confront her, have Gallade protect Eri and take the rest of her Pokemons (just in case), make sure that whatever fight with Overhaul grabs the attention of the heroes and inform them of the situation. Best scenery: Overhaul is arrested and Eri lives happily ever after. Worst scenery: Izumi dies, Overhaul runs and Gallade will do all his power to get Eri out of the country and away from Overhaul's influence.

She honestly never thought that most of the top ten heroes would be in front of her. Including her personal hero. Her reason for wanting to be a hero since she was a toddler, would be there.

The Number One Hero in all Japan. The Symbol of Peace. The Hero who saved others with a smile on his face.

All Might.