Just informing (Again) everyone that, in case you've read the fic in the past, you might want to take a look at the older chapters, as I have edited them some. There was no change to the plot, just cleaning them a little.


Ten years ago, when Izuku was diagnosed as Quirkless, he realized his dreams of becoming a hero were shot. Reflecting on it now, he understood that while he constantly held onto his hero dreams and dismissed any thought of his condition as a hurdle, a small part of him had secretly given up.

But then Tsuna came into his life, and a spark ignited in Izuku. Slowly, the fading flame of hope was reignited. His aspirations were rekindled, surpassing the limits he'd set. It wasn't just about being a hero anymore; it turned into an endeavor that would pay homage to his lineage—an embodiment of his lasting dreams and the legacy carried on by Tsuna.

Yet, an unyielding fragment of doubt clung to him, enduring as time went on. Even after enduring days of relentless training, pushing himself to the brink until muscles ached and bones protested, that sliver of uncertainty persisted. Its purpose was to serve as a reminder, that just as a single moment had reshaped his life's trajectory, a solitary incident could dismantle everything built over a decade.

Facing the imposing H-shaped building, Izuku felt the gravity of the moment, a pivotal crossroads. Surprisingly, the usual inner voice of insecurity was muted. Maybe it'd resurface later, but for that brief moment, tranquility enveloped Izuku.

"Hey Carrot, quit spacing out and start moving," came the impatient remark.

Unsurprisingly, Katsuki couldn't contain his characteristic impatience.

"Why not run if you're in such a damn hurry?"

"Someone's gotta make sure you don't lose your way on a straight path," Katsuki shot back.

"That happened once!" Izuku protested with a hint of annoyance. "And Momo's here, so your presence isn't needed."

"Please don't drag me into your argument," Momo interjected. "I need to check my gear before the exam, and I can't afford you two causing a scene in the middle of the street and making me late."

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged glances briefly before the blond huffed and carried on towards the entrance. With a resigned sigh, Izuku realized he'd lost his previous focus and resumed walking towards the entrance.

Halfway there, a disturbance in his senses, his Hyper Intuition, prompted Izuku to lift his foot higher to avoid a loose brick. Yet, his feet collided, and he stumbled. Accustomed to such situations, Izuku attempted to retain his composure, despite what Katsuki and Tomomi might say about him having none left. He instinctively raised his hands to roll and get back up, but to his surprise, he found himself suspended mid-air at a perfect 45° angle.

"Are you all right?" a concerned voice inquired.

Izuku shifted his gaze to see a girl extending her hand toward him. With brown hair framing big brown eyes, she had an average height and a bob-cut hairstyle. Noticing the larger pads on her hand, Izuku deduced they were related to her Quirk.

"Can you hear me?" she asked again, her voice genuine in its concern.

"Oh, sorry," Izuku redirected his focus to the girl. "Did you say something?"

"I was checking on you and apologizing for using my Quirk," she explained.

"I'm fine, and it's all right that you used your Quirk on me. It's actually quite fascinating," Izuku responded, his voice tinged with excitement. Adjusting his position mid-air, he managed to sit cross-legged. "You must be manipulating gravity or mass to keep me suspended, right?"

"My Quirk is Zero Gravity, so..." the girl began to explain.

"Zero gravity?" Izuku interjected, a hint of confusion in his tone. "But if you nullified my gravity, I'd be propelled into space..."

Izuku's words turned into an incomprehensible mumble. Seeing his confusion, the girl was unsure how to proceed until someone tapped her shoulder, causing her to start. She faced a blond figure with an annoyed expression.

"Thanks for helping that idiot, and I apologize for his behavior," he sighed. "I'll handle him, you can release your Quirk, all right?"

The girl nodded. The blond deftly caught Izuku and carried him in a Fireman's carry. He signaled to the girl to release her Quirk, and she complied. As the mumbling Izuku was carried away, the girl felt bewildered, deciding to let go of understanding and following the blond toward the building.

Reality sinking in, Izuku observed his surroundings. He shook his head and tapped Katsuki's back.

"I won't let go until we're in the exam room," Katsuki affirmed.

"Fair enough. Lead the way, Sir Katsuki," Izuku said, adjusting himself to aid Katsuki's carrying. "By the way, did Momo find her way?"

"Yes, she went ahead. While you stood here talking to yourself, she's probably already heading to the exam room," Katsuki replied.

"Ah, I see," Izuku responded before falling silent.

Silently, Katsuki carried Izuku to the room where the tests would take place—an auditorium already filled with other candidates.

Just before entering, Katsuki simply let go of Izuku, causing him to fall off his back, and Izuku quickly crouched on the ground to absorb the impact.

"What are our seats?" Izuku asked, looking around.

"2233 and 2234."

"Ah, I can feel Momo already in her seat. Let's go."

Izuku walked aimlessly until he found a row of tables, entering one without checking the number. Since Momo was already seated and Izuku knew they would be sitting next to each other, he just followed the faint streak of flame released by Momo's Ring.

"Hey Momo, everything in order?"

"Hello, slow pokes. It's all good. Since I made the item myself, they couldn't question its impact on my performance," she said, patting the case beside her. "Someone mentioned it as a logical choice, but I'm not sure if it was praise or not with the way he said it."

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"Probably a compliment?"

"Well, what matters is that I can go all out in the exam," she said, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow. "And why did you take so long?"

"Katsuki carried me here after I got lost in my head," Izuku replied while grabbing headphones from his backpack.

"Smart move," Momo commented.

"I know I am," Katsuki chimed in as he sat at the table. "And, it is the best approach for when he's spacing out."

"I'll take your word for it," Momo remarked, playfully tossing the eraser she had taken out of her pencil case at Katsuki's head. "Chairs are meant for sitting, not tables."

Katsuki skillfully caught the eraser and threw it back, landing it right back into Momo's pencil case. Grumbling about boring people, he sat down on the chair and rested his head on the table, as if he was going to sleep. Momo sighed and resumed organizing her portion of the table. Meanwhile, Izuku had already donned his headphones and was taking advantage of the remaining time to relax.

A few minutes later, an individual entered the auditorium and made their way toward the podium at the front of the room. Momo lightly touched Izuku's shoulder, prompting him to use his foot to nudge Katsuki, making him lift his head up, while Izuku simply removed his headphones and stowed them away. Unlike Momo, neither of them felt the need to maintain a pristine workspace, so they simply grabbed their pencilcases and waited for the exam to commence.

"Good morning, and welcome to U.A.," the person at the podium greeted. "Please keep only essential materials on the table for the test. You will have a total of three hours to complete it. Following that, you will be released for lunch and must reconvene in this same room for instructions regarding the practical exam. I kindly ask everyone to clear the center of the table until the exam officially begins."

After five minutes, the bustling activity of people preparing subsided. Without further ado, in front of each candidate, the tables opened, revealing the test papers placed in front of them.

"You may now begin."

And so, the three endured three long hours.

The test itself did not pose any significant difficulty for any of the trio; quite the contrary, it turned out to be a breeze. Both Izuku and Momo completed their exams simultaneously, just an hour after they had begun, while Katsuki, taking a little longer, wrapped up everything within an additional quarter of an hour. Consequently, they found themselves with ample time on their hands, waiting patiently for the clock to tick away.

Katsuki, in particular, grew increasingly irritated. Unlike Izuku, who used the opportunity to meditate and improve his concentration, or Momo, who could remain perfectly still for hours as a form of training, Katsuki simply wanted to get on with the practical exam.

Resisting the urge to idly pass the time, Katsuki chose to follow Izuku's lead and attempt to meditate. Although he could not sustain the practice for as long as his friend could, he could not deny the benefits it brought forth. Rather than aiming to clear his mind entirely, Katsuki directed his focus toward establishing a deeper connection between his Quirk and his Flames.

The blond was taken aback when Izuku revealed the complexities of his family lineage and the advantages it bestowed upon him. What surprised him, even more, was Izuku's offer to teach Katsuki how to wield Flames and the idea of combining them with Katsuki's Quirk for greater power.

When the formal request for Katsuki to become the Storm Guardian was made, he did not think for more than a couple of seconds before accepting. Izuku had helped him regain his dreams, so Katsuki was determined to reciprocate and support Izuku in achieving his own aspirations.

For the entirety of the remaining exam, Katsuki's singular focus was on sensing the Energy within him as it surged through his body, honing his awareness of the connection it shared with his Quirk.

He acknowledged that compared to his peers, his control over Wave Energy and Flames was the weakest. While Izuku exhibited a natural aptitude, excelling both in innate talent with Flames and years of training, Momo possessed an exceptional sensitivity to Flames, granting her greater mastery.

However, this didn't imply that Katsuki lacked skill with Flames or was somehow inferior to his companions. In truth, Katsuki was likely the most proficient in combat among them. Although he couldn't harness Flames to the extent they could, he possessed something unique: a combat-centric Quirk that seamlessly matched his Storm Flames.

He understood that winning a direct brawl against Izuku when the latter utilized his full abilities was unlikely, and going head-to-head with Momo wouldn't be the wisest choice, even though he'd likely come out victorious. Yet, he didn't need to outperform them in their respective domains; he possessed his distinct combat approach, and in a genuine showdown, neither Izuku nor Momo could best him.

Engrossed in his objective, Katsuki lost track of time. A hand on his shoulder snapped him back to reality, and he found Izuku standing there.

"Lunch break," Izuku stated.

Katsuki rose silently, aware that the others would follow suit. They exited the room, trailing the signs leading to the cafeteria.

"Your Flames nearly slipped out there, Katsuki," Izuku teased. "Impressive that your Aura didn't inundate the room. You're improving!"

"Remember, I'm treating you guys to lunch today."

"Fine, fine. I'll shut up." A brief pause ensued before Izuku spoke earnestly. "You're making solid headway with your Flames and Quirk, even though we're navigating this territory blind."

Katsuki responded with a grunt. Izuku possessed a knack for discerning what others needed to hear, a trait Katsuki secretly appreciated but would never admit to.

Upon entering the cafeteria, they discovered an enthused Tomomi awaiting them. Despite students from various courses undergoing exams at different intervals, her test had been closely timed with theirs, prompting her to wait and join them for lunch before heading home.

Momo joined the duo, and together they ventured toward a vacant table. Meanwhile, Katsuki cajoled Izuku into helping with carrying the food.

As they neared the forming line of students, they promptly recognized the girl who had aided Izuku earlier. In his customary manner, Izuku approached her directly.

"Hello again, and thank you for your assistance earlier. Apologies if I startled you," Izuku greeted her.

"Oh, it's the boy from earlier," she turned toward Izuku. "No worries, I assumed you were simply nervous about the test, and that was your way of alleviating it."

"Nah, that's just his personality," Katsuki interjected with a snort. "Show him an intriguing Quirk, and he'll chat about it for hours."

"Not entirely like that... maybe a little..." Izuku admitted somewhat sheepishly. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm Midoriya Izuku. A pleasure to meet you."

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Uraraka Ochako. Likewise, nice to meet you both."

"Hey Uraraka, wanna join us for lunch as a thank you for helping me out?" Izuku suggested.

Katsuki glanced at Izuku and raised an eyebrow. While Izuku was genuinely good-hearted, his time spent with a former Mafia leader had left a mark. Even though Tsuna defied the stereotypical image of such a person, certain traits inevitably rubbed off on Izuku.

Izuku seldom acted without careful consideration, and while this might seem like one of his spur-of-the-moment decisions, there was likely a well-thought-out plan forming in his mind.

Katsuki almost pitied the girl, but Momo had instilled in Izuku the notion that people couldn't be treated like pawns, so Uraraka was probably safe.

"I don't wanna be a bother. No need for you to repay me for something so small," Uraraka replied.

"I insist. I always make sure to give back when people do something for me," Izuku said, tapping Katsuki's shoulder. "Plus, he's covering the bill, so don't worry."

Katsuki immediately facepalmed and sighed. It looked like Izuku still needed practice in thinking before he spoke, instead of blurting out the first thing that came to mind as a joke. Thankfully, Momo had taken on the role of managing Izuku, so Katsuki's job mostly involved clarifying any misunderstandings he caused.

Before Uraraka could misunderstand the situation, Katsuki stepped in to explain.

"What he means is that I'm treating everyone to lunch today. One of us, either him or me along with two other friends, covers the group's lunch once a week. It's my turn today, and next week it's his. We spend the same amount every time, so feel free to join."

"Still, I..."

"Just take it. Sit with us, keep the hyperactive kid next to you entertained, and answer any questions he has about your Quirk. It'll make his day," Katsuki said, noticing Izuku nodding enthusiastically in agreement.

"Alright then, I guess I'll take you up on that."

"Perfect. Any preferences?"

"Anything's fine."

"Good. While we wait, please keep the restless kid next to you amused."

"That's my cue," Izuku said with a little bounce. "So, Uraraka, your Quirk nullifies gravity when you touch something with your hands, right?"

"Yes, when I touch something with the pads of my hands, it starts floating."

"So, the basic idea is that your Quirk cancels out gravity's pull on the object," Izuku acknowledged. "But then, when you touched me, why my speed dropped to zero?"

"How so?"

"If your Quirk truly just canceled out gravity, I couldn't have been just hovering or suspended mid-air."

"Is my Quirk not about canceling gravity then?" Uraraka questioned.

"Your Quirk probably generates an opposing force to gravity, reducing its effects on the object," Izuku clarified.

"So, I've misunderstood my Quirk all this time?"

"Don't worry," Katsuki interjected before Izuku could respond. "Many people misinterpret their Quirks because they blindly trust doctors' explanations without questioning."

"Quirks often develop in ways contrary to assumptions or trigger hidden yet complementary mutations. I have something similar to super strength," Izuku explained. "And my body is very durable, so I don't get hurt using my power, but I could still have the same power with a regular body—just with more discomfort."

"That explanation makes sense, like the distinct pads on my fingers," Uraraka remarked as she observed her hands. "But does my Quirk's not being to negate gravity change how I should use it?"

"I don't know how you've been using it, so any change would be speculative. For now, use what you understand. After we're admitted to U.A., we can experiment and fine-tune."

"You're quite confident we'll all make it in."

"Let's just say I have a strong hunch."

With that, Izuku chose to remain silent, turning away to join Katsuki. A few minutes later, Katsuki placed an order, and with Izuku's and Ochaco's assistance—she insisted on carrying some of the food—the group joined Momo and Tomomi at their table.

Izuku promptly organized the items on the table and turned to Uraraka.

"Uraraka, meet our other friends. On the right is Yaoyorozu Momo, another aspiring hero. On the left is Bunko Tomomi, a future business student."

"Nice to meet you! I'm Uraraka Ochaco!"

"Hello there, how did Izuku fall to meet you?" Tomomi's question puzzled Uraraka briefly. Momo nudged Tomomi, suppressing a laugh.

"Thanks for remembering to tease me daily, Tomomi," Izuku quipped while pouting.

"But of course, Boss. It's all part of the job."

"Both of you, be nice," Momo intervened, stifling her laughter. "Welcome, Uraraka. I assume Izuku invited you. Please, take a seat."

Deciding it was likely just friendly banter, Uraraka followed Momo's lead and took a seat at the table. Meanwhile, Katsuki finished arranging the items he had brought and joined them, settling into his seat.

The four Vongola members began serving themselves, while Uraraka gazed at the table for a while. Noticing this, Momo swiftly filled a plate with food and handed it to Uraraka, engaging her in conversation.

"Have you experienced your Quirk Dissecting Session yet?"

"My what?" Uraraka chuckled softly, "If you mean having my understanding of my Quirk obliterated in five minutes, then yes, it's happened."

"That's a fitting way to put it." While Uraraka was momentarily lost in thought with her eyes closed, Momo discreetly added more food to her plate. "I've been attempting to teach Izuku to be more subtle, but he often gets lost in his thoughts and forgets everything in moments."

"He stays like that for hours," Katsuki chimed in.

"Is that why you carried him out earlier?"

"As I told Momo, it's the simplest solution."

"Okay, teasing time's over," Izuku joked, snatching a piece of meat from Katsuki's plate. "Excited about the practical exam, Uraraka?"

"I'm more nervous than excited. No idea what the exam will be." Again, as Uraraka was drawn into a conversation with Izuku, Momo discreetly added more food to her plate. "I'm hoping it involves rescue scenarios."

"Your Quirk could prove really handy in various rescue situations."

"If it's about that, I might blow up. I need things to explode..." Katsuki grumbled.

"Rescue's fine, but it'd be a shame not to use what I've brought," Momo added. "I believe the test will encompass both combat and rescue components."

"Sounds reasonable. Heroes might specialize, but they need to handle any scenario," Tomomi added. "Curious, though—will any of you four end up in the same group?"

"We checked earlier. They separate students from the same school to different areas, probably to prevent them from working together," Momo clarified.

"Yep, like Momo mentioned, I'm in Area D, Momo's in C, and Katsuki's in A." Said Izuku.

"Oh, I'm in Area C!" Uraraka revealed.

"Here's a tip then, girl," Tomomi gestured towards Momo. "Go opposite to wherever she goes. Better odds."

"I'm not Katsuki, Tomomi..."

"You brought your new pet toy to the exam. If it's combat-related, I'd stay away even if paid," Tomomi teased, cutting off Momo's response.

"Absolutely true!" Said Izuku while pinching Momo's cheek.

"Shut up, Izuku!" Momo said as she slapped Izuku's hand away.

"Well, um... I'll remember that. Thanks, Bunko."

"No problem, and just call me Tomomi."

The lunch break concluded with a bell ringing. Tomomi bid farewell to the group, and they quickly returned to the exam room for the practical exam orientation.

Uraraka thanked them for the meal and parted ways with the trio upon entering the room. They settled back into their seats as the crowd fell silent, and the spotlights on stage illuminated a figure at the center.

"Greetings to all the listeners tuning in today. Welcome to my show," the figure announced, sporting a distinct punk-rock style. He was tall, with spiky blond hair in a high Mohawk. "Everybody say 'Hey!'"

Izuku was nearly on his feet, ready to scream, but kicks to his legs from both Katsuki and Momo stopped him. He looked at them, his expression pleading, but Momo only raised an eyebrow while lightly tapping her case, and Katsuki simply shook his head.

"But it's Present Mic," Izuku whispered.

Momo, without a word, undid one of the latches on her case, her focus still on him.

With a resigned sigh, Izuku sulkily turned his attention forward.

"Seems like quite a reserved audience today," Present Mic commented when no response came his way. "So, let's dive right into the presentation for the practical exam, SHALL WE?"

Once again, no one replied. Izuku was tempted to break the silence, but the faint sound of Momo's case being unlocked again, accompanied by subtle explosions, held him in check.

"The exam consists of a ten-minute mock urban battle against the super cool U.A. robots!" Mic continued, images on the screen behind him illustrating his words. "You'll encounter three different types of robots, each with a value ranging from one to three. Your objective is to defeat them and earn points!"

"Utilize your Quirks to take down the robots swiftly and earn points. However," Mic gestured towards a large X on the screen, "attacking other examinees or engaging in non-heroic actions is prohibited and will result in immediate failure!"

"Lastly, stay tuned for our special guest today—the Zero Pointer!" At this point, Mic directed attention to the screen, revealing the silhouette of a robot with a prominent number 0. "It's a mere obstacle, a decoy. You can defeat it, but it won't yield any points. My suggestion? Avoid it!"

"That's all you need to know. But here's a special offering: our school motto. Someone once said, 'A true hero is one who conquers life's adversities.' So, Go Beyond!" Mic thrust his arms upward. "PLUS ULTRA!"

With that, he swiftly wished everyone "good luck suffering" and instructed them to proceed to the changing rooms and then board the buses for the exam areas.

As other examinees rushed to leave, Izuku turned to have a brief exchange with Momo and Katsuki.

"I know we shouldn't, but... how about a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" Katsuki asked.

"Whoever scores the lowest loses and endures a week of my most rigorous training regiment," Izuku proposed.

The idea instantly sent shivers down Momo and Katsuki's spines, yet they accepted the challenge.

Afterward, they split up. Izuku and Momo headed for the locker rooms, while Katsuki discarded his blazer and dress shirt, leaving only a black tank top. Paying little attention to his surroundings, he swiftly located his designated bus and waited.

A few minutes later, the bus filled up, and they departed for the exam area. Upon arrival, Katsuki wasted no time, heading straight for the entrance gates. The vast exam area was a complete replica of a city, intricately designed to simulate the challenges a hero might face in such an environment.

Fortunately, mobility was not a concern for Katsuki.

In years past, when his Quirk had strained his body to its utmost, maneuverability might have posed a challenge. He would have had to dart around, searching for targets, relying on luck to guide his actions.

"Start!" Present Mic's voice echoed.

The gates swung open, and Katsuki was already in motion, barely registering Present Mic's announcement.

The concept of employing his Quirk for flight had initially captivated Katsuki's childhood imagination. The idea of showcasing his power in a stunning aerial display fueled his dreams. However, his Quirk did not possess the necessary strength to execute such feats.

His Quirk, Explosion, caused Katsuki's perspiration to resemble nitroglycerin, which he could ignite to trigger explosions. And, much like actual nitroglycerin, the rate of decomposition influenced the potency of the explosion.

Decomposition, decay, disintegration—Storm Flames' unique characteristic. Anything in contact with the Flames underwent decay and fragmentation, making them the most offensive among the Dying Will Flames of Sky.

Since Katsuki's Quirk could not naturally generate the explosive power needed for sustained flight, he just needed an external means to enhance its potency. The equation was simple—infusing Storm Flames into his Quirk would expedite the decomposition process, resulting in more powerful explosions.

In a mere five steps, Katsuki distanced himself from the swarm of examinees. Echoes of explosions reverberated, and in the blink of an eye, Katsuki was airborne, leaving a trail of blasts and fiery red streaks in his wake.

He shot upward, clearing several meters, before hovering above the cityscape's buildings. From this elevated vantage point, he surveyed the scene below, spotting a cluster of robots on a street. With another explosion, he propelled himself towards the group.

Demonstrating his mastery in aerial maneuvers, he remained aloft, avoiding contact with the ground while maintaining a cautious distance from the robots. He precisely aimed explosive charges at their heads, the combined force of the blasts and Storm Flames efficiently dismantling the targets. The points of impact corroded, circuits fried, and the robots ceased to function. With swift and precise movements, Katsuki systematically reduced each robot to scrap metal.

As the number of robots around him dwindled, Katsuki ascended to gain a higher vantage point, scanning the area for his next move. He consistently skirted around clusters crowded with examinees, strategically avoiding the most densely populated zones.

Time slipped away, along with the count of points he had racked up. His concentration was solely fixed on annihilating anything within his line of sight. Occasionally, while surveying the landscape, Katsuki witnessed fellow examinees overwhelmed by robots or caught off guard by attacks. He descended swiftly, utilizing explosions to neutralize enough robots to assist the person, all while leaving points behind for them to collect. Afterward, he resumed his search for fresh targets.

Having repeated this pattern numerous times, Katsuki chose to land on a centrally positioned building within the exam area. There, he could catch his breath. Despite his extensive training, the prolonged flight still took its toll on him.

Suddenly, the building beside him trembled, and within moments, a colossal robot emerged, dwarfing even the tallest structures nearby. One colossal hand of the robot reached for the building Katsuki stood on. Quick reflexes spared him from being crushed, but his sudden dodge redirected the explosion he used for evasion. It propelled him swiftly toward the ground.

Before he could react with another explosion, someone caught him in mid-air and placed him back on the ground.

"Are you okay, man? That thing almost got you."

Katsuki looked at the person who had come to his aid. Slightly shorter than himself, with shoulder-length black hair. What stood out most were his distinctive sharp teeth resembling those of a shark.

"Yeah, thanks for the save."

"Glad to help." The distant sound of another building's destruction caught his attention. "We should get out of here."

"You go. Check if anyone got left behind," Katsuki suggested, turning his gaze back to the colossal robot, a fierce grin on his face. "I've got a score to settle."

"Wait, you're not planning to take on that thing, are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm about to turn that thing into scrap."

A massive explosion propelled Katsuki skyward, quickly surpassing the towering height of the robot. In reality, Katsuki probably should not engage in something so reckless; he would not gain much from it. However, he really wanted to take down that robot for nearly squashing him.

Above the Zero Pointer, Katsuki ceased the utilization of his Quirk, initiating a deliberate descent toward the robot. His arms extended forward, veins pulsating, and a series of rapid explosions erupted within his hands. The Storm Ring on his right hand blazed to life with intensely fierce flames, all the while he honed in on the Zero Pointer's head.

"STORM BLAST!"

An explosion, supercharged with Storm Flames, engulfed the Zero Pointer's head. The Vongola Storm Ring-fueled Flames voraciously eroded the armor, allowing the explosion to strike the circuits directly. The robot was engulfed in secondary detonations, its control systems obliterated.

In an instant, the Zero Pointer's functioning ceased, its position and the initial blast's momentum propelling it earthward. A short distance away, the black-haired boy could only stare in disbelief. The colossal robot, towering over nearby buildings, had barely survived seconds against the blond he had aided. The spectacle was beyond surreal.

"Hey, Sharkboy!" The other boy's voice jarred his attention upward, toward where the blond stood atop the debris-covered Zero Pointer's head, close to the explosion's epicenter. "It's good you're still here. My shoulders got screwed in that last attack. Lend me a hand down."

"DUDE, THAT WAS INSANE!"

"LESS CHATTER, MORE HELPING!"

Shortly after, Present Mic's voice reverberated, marking the exam's conclusion. With the other boy's assistance, Katsuki descended and promptly headed toward the exit. The black-haired boy persisted talk excitedly about the feat Katsuki had accomplished.

"Got it, Sharkboy. Now, do me a favor and help me find a nurse. Dislocated shoulders hurt like hell."

"Of course, I'll try to find a nurse." He turned towards the exit but paused, casting a glance back at Katsuki. "By the way, I'm Eijiro, Kirishima Eijiro."

"Bakugou Katsuki. Now, seriously, go find me a damn nurse, Sharkboy."

Kirishima rushed off in search of assistance, while Katsuki remained in his current position, minimizing his movements to prevent exacerbating his injuries. Obliterating the Zero Pointer might not have held great significance in the grand scheme of things, and despite the agonizing ache in his arms, a profound sense of achievement surged within him.

He hoped that Izuku and Momo had managed to get many points. After all, one of them was destined for an intense training regimen once the bet was over.


After saying goodbye to Katsuki and Izuku, Momo wasted no time and headed straight to the locker room. She ditched her uniform, instead opting for a simple white kimono paired with a sleek black hakama. Her attire drew intrigued glances from the girls who were still changing.

Once she was ready, Momo gathered her case and skillfully navigated her way to the bus designated for the exam site. Along the way, her path intersected with Uraraka's, who was also making her way towards the bus. Momo decided to approach her, sensing Uraraka's growing nervousness.

"Uraraka, hold up."

"Hey, Yaoyorozu, your outfit..." Uraraka paused, observing Momo. "It's quite different from what I'd expect people to wear for this exam."

"I know it might seem a bit unusual to see someone dressed like this for the exam," Momo replied, a faint smile gracing her lips. "But it's what I find most comfortable, so I thought it'd be the best choice."

"That makes sense. I can relate. I did something similar," Uraraka said, gesturing to her tracksuit. "By the way, speaking of attire, do you practice martial arts?"

"Actually, I practice several. But hand-to-hand combat isn't exactly my strong suit; that's more of Izuku's expertise."

"Oh, maybe I'll hit him up for help beyond just understanding my Quirk."

"If you're up for some intense training and suffering, then sure."

"What?"

"Well, Izuku sometimes doesn't realize that not everyone is as tough as he is. He tends to get carried away when training others, especially when he's distracted."

"Wow, so you weren't just poking fun, you were serious about him."

"Oh no, I usually play it down quite a bit. I've gotten used to it," Momo observed that most of the passengers had already boarded the bus. "We should probably get on too. We can keep chatting there."

The two of them got on the bus and continued their conversation as they headed to the exam site. Once they arrived, they positioned themselves right at the front gates. Momo crouched down to place her case on the ground, and with a smooth motion, she revealed a katana. It was a simple yet elegantly designed weapon with a blue scabbard, a circular tsuba, and a handle wrapped in blue silk.

"So, this is the 'New Toy' Tomomi mentioned?" Uraraka asked.

"Exactly. It's an eighty-centimeter katana made from a special alloy. It's lighter than a regular katana but twice as durable, and it isn't brittle, so it won't break easily."

"I don't know much about swords, but it looks really cool!" Uraraka shifted her gaze from the sword to Momo. "So, you're good with swords?"

"I'm pretty skilled with a variety of weapons, but the katana is the one I've trained with the most." Momo's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

"I think I'll take Tomomi's advice," Uraraka said with a nervous smile after seeing the sparkle in Momo's eyes. "Good luck out there!"

"Thanks, Uraraka. Same to you."

The moment Present Mic's voice shouted "AND START," the exam began. As his declaration echoed, Momo sprang into action, darting through the gates with her focus fixed on swiftly identifying and neutralizing the robots. Unlike Katsuki, she did not have the advantage of flight, so her strategy was different. Speed and precision were her allies, enabling her to move effortlessly between targets.

At the front of a group of robots, Momo surged forward, aiming for maximum efficiency. A One Pointer robot, positioned at the forefront, detected her presence and prepared to engage. Unfazed, Momo continued her rapid approach, fluidly drawing her sword. Rain Flames danced to life from the Rain Ring on her hand, enveloping the blade.

'Shigure Soen Ryu, Tenth Form, Scontro di Rondine'

In an instant, Momo's sword met the extended neck of the One Pointer, the blade slicing through with unmatched ease. Rain Flames resembled water more than fire, and by applying a thin layer to her sword, Momo effectively created a laser-like blade reminiscent of old sci-fi films.

Without wasting a second, even before the One Pointer's head hit the ground, Momo was already poised before another robot—a Two Pointer—ready to engage.

'First Form, Shajiku no Ame*'

Momo thrust her sword toward the Two Pointer's head, impaling it before swiftly pivoting. She arced the blade upward to cleanly sever the robot's upper part, leaving herself free to pivot once more to face another approaching adversary.

'Eighth Form, Shinotsuku Ame*'

Her blade descended from above, followed by an upward slash that formed a cross pattern, nearly cleaving the Three Pointer into quarters. Without delay, she turned her attention to two closely spaced One Pointers, approximately three meters away from her. Adjusting her katana, she briefly coated the blade with Rain Flames.

'Yakkodori*'

A crescent-shaped projectile of Rain Flames shot from her katana, slicing through both One Pointers' necks before vanishing. Without waiting to see the results, she was already in motion, charging toward another cluster of robots.

'Ryuryu Mai*'

With precise and fluid movements, she carved through another One Pointer before smoothly pivoting to assail a robot behind her. Momo's movements remained uninterrupted—a dance of slashes among the remaining robots as her blade expertly sliced through them.

Seven robots obliterated, Momo briefly halted, catching her breath. She took a moment to survey the results of her onslaught. Most of the robots bore sizable gashes, while thinner sections were completely bisected. Satisfied, she nodded—her inspiration from the old manga introduced to her by Izuku and Tomomi was proving incredibly effective. So many new ideas to explore.

Content with her handiwork, she sprinted toward the next batch of robots, ready to resume her relentless assault. One by one, Momo carved her way through everything in her path. Some examinees attempted to approach her, drawn by the spectacle of destruction she was causing, as the robots converged on her. Yet, none could match her speed in dismantling the robots. A few even ventured into the midst of the accumulating robotic mass in her wake, only to find themselves utterly surrounded and in need of her rescue.

After a while, Momo had to pause, catching her breath. The continuous effort of running and destroying targets was exhausting, and she had even lost track of time and the remaining duration of the exam. She faintly recalled hearing Present Mic's voice, but her focus was so intense that she missed the content of his announcements.

Deciding to resume her assault on the robots, Momo braced herself to sprint once again. However, a loud noise caught her attention. Amidst the cityscape, the massive Zero Pointer emerged, towering over the buildings. Instantly, many examinees who had been heading toward the area where the Zero Pointer appeared changed direction, attempting to escape its path. Amidst the ensuing chaos, Momo stood still, observing the unfolding scene.

Amidst the unfolding chaos, she spotted a familiar figure desperately fleeing from the Zero Pointer. It was Uraraka, racing away from the colossal robot that wreaked havoc and destruction, and she happened to be among the closest to the towering menace.

As she observed the scene unfurling before her, the world around Momo seemed to slow down. The massive Zero Pointer was preparing to raise its arm, poised to destroy yet another building and amplify the chaos it was programmed to create. Uraraka, still dangerously close to the towering menace, faced the risk of being caught in the crossfire of falling debris should the building be attacked.

Without hesitation, Momo sprang into action. Her sword, held in a reverse grip, blazed with flames as she propelled herself forward. Swift and focused, she closed the distance to Uraraka just as the Zero Pointer's colossal fist made contact with the building above them. In a skillful maneuver, Momo changed the direction of her blade, using its momentum to whisk herself and Uraraka away from the danger zone, narrowly avoiding the cascading debris.

Once they were clear, Momo lowered her sword, her breath slightly labored from the swift movement.

"Are you okay, Uraraka?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Uraraka took a moment to catch her breath before responding.

"Yes, I'm okay," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude.

"Good," Momo exhaled, relieved. Her gaze then turned determined. "Because I need a favor from you."

"Need a favor?" Uraraka glanced at Momo's expression and immediately understood what she was thinking. "You're not seriously planning to take down that thing, are you?"

"It's better if it's stopped, so that's the plan." Momo then turned to the shorter girl. "Just lend me your Quirk. I need to get to the head for this to work."

Uraraka looked like she wanted to discuss the idea, but the Zero Pointer was getting closer, leaving her with no room for talk.

"All right, tell me when to use my Quirk."

"When I say 'Go,' activate your Quirk on me, and step back."

Momo gripped her sword in her right hand, getting ready. She extended her left hand, light surrounding it. In an instant, another sword started forming from her palm, blade-first, until it fully took shape, and her hand closed around the hilt. Holding both swords, Momo raised them behind her head, parallel to each other, and covered them in Rain Flames before crouching slightly.

"Go."

Uraraka made contact with Momo, and the effects of her Quirk kicked in. Without wasting a moment, Momo jumped, her movement influenced by Uraraka's Quirk, propelling her upward toward the Zero Pointer's head.

"Nitōryū:" When she was practically face to face with the Zero Pointer, the Flames on her swords blazed brighter, leaving a noticeable trail behind her. "Tōgen Shirataki.*"

Swinging both swords at once, Momo slashed at the Zero Pointer. The attack started from the side of the massive robot's head, the swords cutting through its armor, moving toward the center of the head before the swords broke apart.

Instantly, the Zero Pointer ceased its function, and Momo, with nothing left to propel her, halted just shy of the edge of the robot's shoulder. Using the shoulder armor as a pivot, she pushed herself back to the ground, coming to a stop in front of Uraraka.

"Finished. You can release your Quirk now."

Uraraka, still fixated on the Zero Pointer, mechanically clapped her hands together, relinquishing her Quirk's effect. She lingered in that stance for a few moments before shifting her gaze to Momo.

"Was that a reference to One Piece?"

Momo burst into laughter. Out of all the possible responses from Uraraka, this was the one she least expected.

"Yes, you are correct," Momo replied after managing to control her laughter. "Not many remember those old-school mangas."

"I think they're pretty cool," she mentioned, eyeing the sword handle in Momo's grip. "Did your sword crumble?"

"Yeah, eight hours of work for ten minutes of action." Momo sighed with a hint of disappointment. "And the one I created just now? Barely lasted thirty seconds."

Uraraka was on the brink of saying something when her attention was snagged by a red line coming from Momo's nose.

"Yaoyorozu, your nose is bleeding!"

Lifting her hand to her face, Momo swiftly checked, and, true to Uraraka's observation, her nose was bleeding rather heavily.

"Oh, so that's why my head feels light. I might have overdone it more than I thought."

"Hold on a sec, I'll go find someone to check on it."

Without waiting for a reply, Uraraka hurried away, while Momo watched her retreat with a sense of amusement.

As Present Mic's announcement marking the end of the exam echoed shortly after, Momo ensured she did not move excessively, cautious not to exacerbate her condition. She patiently awaited Uraraka's return.

Casting a glance back at the unmoving Zero Pointer, she could not help but smile. Either Izuku or Katsuki was in for a grueling training session after losing their bet.


Izuku was about to head to the locker room when something made him pause. Changing his direction, he went back to the auditorium and let out a small sigh as he picked up Katsuki's backpack and scattered clothes.

Even though his friends enjoyed teasing Izuku about his occasional awkwardness in social interactions, they had their own quirks too. Katsuki would get completely absorbed in his 'Battle Fever,' and Momo had a tendency to get overly excited when trying out new weapons.

After grabbing everything he needed, Izuku left the auditorium and headed towards the locker room. The room was nearly empty, as it was almost time to change and get on the bus. He had decided to take the practical exam in his school uniform, so he took off his blazer and placed it in a closet along with Katsuki's stuff. Just before closing the locker, he paused and shook his head slightly from side to side. Figuring it wouldn't affect the exam, he quickly pulled out his headphones and hung them around his neck before closing the locker.

After leaving the locker room, he kept on humming as he made his way to the bus. He purposely took his time, and it wasn't a surprise that Izuku ended up as the last one to step onto the bus. Toss in the fact that he didn't seem even slightly nervous about the impending test, and it wasn't shocking to see some of the other examinees giving Izuku looks of annoyance, and maybe even a bit of sympathy.

A few might have even been thinking that Izuku had thrown in the towel for the exam, showing up because he had no other choice. But Izuku wasn't clued into any of this. His mind was already busy crafting strategies for the test that lay ahead.

Still humming to himself, he headed towards the back of the bus. Being the last bus available, it was pretty empty. This gave Izuku all the more reason to keep his distance from the other passengers and go to sit at the back. When he got there, he saw another person already occupying the back seat. This individual had indigo hair that stood out in all directions and massive bags under their eyes. They were slouched slightly, muttering to themselves in what seemed like frustration. They were talking about the test being rigged, how combat-oriented Quirks had an upper hand, and how it felt nearly impossible for them to do anything.

It would probably be wise for Izuku to let that go and simply concentrate on setting up the foundation for his test plan. However, he found himself unable to resist intervening.

"Let me guess, a Mental Quirk, right?" The boy with indigo hair ceased his muttering and turned his gaze towards Izuku. "It certainly seems like the exam has a preference for combat-oriented Quirks."

Narrowed eyes carefully assessed Izuku.

"And it appears that you've already thrown in the towel on this, you do know the written exam is already over, right?"

"Me, give up? Not in the least," Izuku retorted, shaking his head. "About my clothes, I just thought it would be fun to approach it this way. Someone I know told me some stories, and I wanted to try it out."

Leaning down slightly, Izuku made eye contact with the other boy. "And you're evading. Based on the subtle mental nudge I sensed when you questioned me, I can reasonably deduce that your Quirk is mental and that it doesn't affect robots."

"Yet here you are," Izuku continued, a small smile gracing his lips. "Mumbling about the test, probably because you believe your chances of passing are slim to none, and you find it quite unjust that they're putting such a strong emphasis on combat-oriented Quirks."

"Did you come over here just to taunt me?" an annoyed response followed. "As you yourself pointed out, my odds of success are already pretty abysmal. I don't need someone acting like a jerk to remind me of that."

"Ah, but that's the twist. I'm not here to be a jerk... at least not entirely. Life's already dishing out enough," Izuku's tone grew more somber. "Life isn't fair; it doesn't care if you're trapped under rubble and lacking the 'right' Quirk to save yourself."

"So what?" The indigo-haired boy said angrily, "Should I just give up and leave everything to whoever has the best Quirk?"

"No, you have to learn to work with what you have in any situation," Izuku replied. "Didn't you hear what Present Mic said?"

"A hero is someone who overcomes adversity..."

"And your adversity is fighting a pile of metal to get some points, in what would be a simulation of a villain attack," Izuku then snapped his fingers, a smile forming on his face. "Ah, so that's what they have in mind."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think I discovered the truth about the exam, and how you can get points without having a combat Quirk."

"And that would be?"

"Now that would be telling," Izuku replied, then turned and started walking towards the exit. He arrived just as the bus stopped. "But I'll give you a tip: you just need to act like a hero. Good luck!"

Stepping off the bus, Izuku headed toward the access gate of the test area, where a crowd of examinees had already gathered, eager to begin.

He knew trying to push through the crowd wouldn't give him much advantage, maybe just a few seconds at best. Instead, he decided to use that time to concentrate.

Izuku put on his headphones and pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket, a small smile playing on his lips as he examined them. Tsuna's stories were etched in his mind, especially the vivid descriptions of battles: powerful punches and bursts of Dying Will Flames from a distance. It reminded him of All Might's fighting style, the hero he admired the most. Naturally, he could not help but imagine himself fighting in a similar way to his mentor or favorite hero.

However, it was not easy. They had found out that Momo could create items channeling Flames while using her Quirk, but the process was tough. It took hours to create something complex, and the items' quality was low, lasting only a few minutes— or even seconds, if the Flames' pressure was too much. Moreover, they were specifically designed for Rain Flames, so they worked best for Momo and were somewhat usable for Izuku due to his Sky Flames, albeit with reduced efficiency. But, for Katsuki, they were practically useless; his Storm Flames would corrode them in seconds.

In any case, the simple black gloves that Momo had made for him would be of great help during the test.

Izuku's thoughts were interrupted by the gates to the area opening. For a few seconds, no one moved, until Present Mic's voice sounded, causing everyone to start running desperately, trying to make up for the time they had wasted standing still.

Izuku, on the other hand, calmly put on his gloves, turned on his headphones, and walked to the entrance. As soon as his foot passed through the gate, a flame flared up on his forehead, and Izuku dashed forward, easily catching up to the other examinees.

A Three Pointer charged towards him, followed closely by a One Pointer. The Three Pointer's advance was met with a punch, causing the robot to be thrown back, hitting the One Pointer and causing an explosion, destroying both robots at the same time. Izuku stopped for a second to look at the results of his attack before running off in search of the next target.

A Two Pointer appeared in front of Izuku and was promptly eliminated with a kick, followed by a One Pointer being impaled by a punch to its head. One after another, the robots that appeared in front of Izuku were eliminated, almost all of them with just a punch or kick, with some being thrown at other robots.

With each attack, with each robot destroyed, Izuku advanced faster, the flames in his body forming a true inferno, crying out to be released with all their might.

Reaching Dying Will Mode had been the hardest thing Izuku had done in his life. Unlike Tsuna, he had no external artifice to force him into Dying Will Mode, having trained to the point where he could enter it of his own accord, which had taken him years of training. He was still limited to just Dying Will Mode, not yet able to progress to Hyper Dying Will Mode, and he had a time limit of five hours in which he could maintain it. Even so, what he currently had would be more than enough for the moment.

A few minutes passed, and Izuku continued running around the area and destroying robots. With his body's external limiters removed by Dying Will Mode, he did not need to stop for a second to rest.

When five robots rushed at Izuku together, he concentrated some Flames into his fists before attacking. As soon as his fist made contact with the first Three Pointer, instead of being thrown back in the same way as the others that were hit by the same attack, the robot was slightly lifted off the ground before exploding. Ignoring the parts flying in all directions, Izuku ran through the explosion and attacked the other robots, making them all explode like the first.

After the last robots were eliminated, Izuku stopped for a moment, breathing deeply to control the Flames within him. He might have teased Katsuki earlier for almost releasing his flames in the middle of the auditorium, but Izuku knew that the blonde was not the only one who was excited. The Flames inside him were raging to be released, indicating how much he was too.

A sting of pain brought Izuku out of his musings. Bringing his hands up, he could see various little tears in his gloves, and one larger gash in between his knuckles from where the pain was radiating.

Closing his eyes, Izuku took a deep breath to rein himself in. While he understood that getting excited for being able to go all out was natural, hurting himself because of that was not something he could ignore, even something small like this. It was the opposite of everything Tsuna had taught him. Getting hurt in a fight was an inevitability, but getting hurt through own carelessness was just plain stupid.

Feeling that his Flames were back in control and he was calmer, Izuku went back to hunting robots. There was still plenty of time to get more points, and although he didn't really care about the bet and had done it just as a joke, losing after being the one proposing it would be embarrassing.

His plans were interrupted not a minute later. At the moment he destroyed another three-pointer, a rumbling sound echoed through the area, and a gigantic robot emerged in the middle of the fake city.

Seeing what could only be the zero pointer Present Mic had told them to avoid, Izuku didn't waste even a second and started running straight to where the gigantic robot was. His plan was very simple: everyone in the robot's path would be running away from it, leaving many robots behind that he could destroy.

As he got closer to the Zero Pointer's location, he saw all examinees running, confirming what he had thought. They were so desperate to distance themselves from the Zero Pointer that they were completely ignoring all their surroundings, including the other robots still around.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Izuku started to hunt any of the robots in the area, giving priority to any that was targeting one of the running examinees, making sure none was attacked while running away. The closer he got to the Zero Pointer, the fewer robots for him to destroy appeared. Quickly looking around, he saw that there was nobody close enough to get caught by the Zero Pointer. Not waiting to become the Zero Pointer's solo target, he dashed to a nearby alley, jumped on the walls, and started to bounce back and forth on the buildings until he got to the top floor, throwing himself through the window to enter the building.

His original plan was to use his vantage point to survey the area and decide the best place to go, but as he looked around, no robot could be seen in the proximities. As he had already collected more points than he thought he would from the bots in front of the Zero Pointer, and knowing he had no time to search for more points, his attention turned to the Zero Pointer.

Although it was incredibly big, the Zero Pointer did not truly have anything else. It was just a giant dummy, that probably couldn't hurt anyone before being stopped by its program or one of the faculty. It was something that Izuku would usually just ignore. But, as the Zero Pointer was walking past the building he was in, something caught his attention.

There were stairs on the back of the Zero Pointer's head. It was difficult to really see them, but Izuku was close enough to be sure of what he was seeing.

Knowing that fighting his curiosity was a lost battle, and with no time to do something else, Izuku dashed through the window, jumped on the Zero Pointer's head, and used the parts on the back of the robot head as leverage to climb until he got on top of its head. A quick look around was enough for Izuku to find the end of the stairs, almost concealed by the bulk armor of the back of the Zero Pointer's head.

Getting closer to his objective, Izuku looked around trying to find anything interesting. Just in front of the stairs, the armor of the Zero Pointer was noticeably different, painted a lighter green than the rest. Looking closer, he could see a small separation between the lighter-colored metal and the darker one.

Even if this could mean many different things, Izuku was praying that it was one in specific, an entrance to the robot's head. It would make sense, as giving maintenance to something so big without being able to enter it would be extremely difficult and time-consuming.

Nodding to himself, Izuku pulled his left hand back and let his flames flow to it, concentrating more Flames in his hand at that moment than all he had used in any attack throughout the exam. Feeling the glove in his left hand started to incinerate, he punched the robot, and his hand went right through the armor, which seemed to be thinner at that point, making Izuku stumble as his attack made his entire arm go through, ending almost at his shoulder.

Pushing his arm back and making sure to grab at the edge of the hole he made, Izuku pushed the robot's armor back and ripped it apart, revealing its insides. With a little more effort, he was able to make a hole big enough for him to enter. Once inside, he saw another set of stairs leading downwards through a hole, and without thinking twice, jumped on it.

He landed in a corridor that went all the way through the inside of the Zero Pointer's head, surrounded by massive walls of circuits, confirming that the entrance was made to facilitate the robots' maintenance.

Deciding that just leaving now would be a waste, Izuku let his Flames flow to his right hand before plunging it into the circuits. He then started running, tearing away everything in contact with his hand until he got to the end of the corridor, just to turn to the circuits on the other side and do the same, stopping by the stairs.

As soon as he finished running, he felt that the Zero Pointer stopped moving, even with most of its circuits still functioning. Satisfied with his work, he climbed the stairs and exited the Zero Pointer's head, just in time to see an explosion in the sky above another Zero Pointer in one of the other examination areas. A second later, another Zero Pointer was hit on its head by two blue-colored streaks.

A small smile formed on Izuku's lips as he got to see what could only be his friends' work. He thought that he would be able to get bragging rights by stopping the Zero Pointer, but it seemed that he had done it in the most anticlimactic way possible, compared to what Katsuki and Momo apparently did.

Bringing his right hand up, he took a look at the ring on it.

"Do you see that, Tsuna?" He said as the sun hit the ring, making the Vongola symbol in the middle shine. "We're finally here; this is our starting line."


omg, it's been sooo long. Life being life and all that. I had 97% of this written in September, but it took me months to finish just 2 pages.

Ok, so I had almost forgotten about it because, honestly, I really don't care and the comment was so long ago already, but I'll put this here to save time in the future:

Please leave your 'Fandom created things" outside when you enter. I could go on and on here on how Harmonization is just a bad excuse to make some relationship work and all the problems with it, but everyone likes what they like and I really don't care about that, just know that there is no such thing like Harmonization in this Fic, and I will even make fun of the idea in future chapters, so be warned.

Now, about Momo and her attacks, yes, she will be a book of references, judge me. She will also be the only one using attacks in Japanese, the others will be almost always in English and some Italian here and there when necessary.

About the ones in this chapter:

Scontro di Rondine - Swallow's Clash, one of Yamamoto Takeshi's original attacks in the KHR series.

Shajiku no ame - Axel Rain

Shinotsuku Ame - Pouring Rain - Both come from KHR, the "original" Shigure Soen Ryu.

Yakkadori - Disaster Harbor Bird - Our first reference to One Piece, one of Zoro's attacks.

Ryuryu Mai - Flowing Dance - And now we go all the way to Kimetsu, and the Water Breathing's Third Form.

Togen Shirataki - Peach Meadow White Waterfall - Finishing with a reference to one of One Piece's greatest characters, Kozuki Oden. I found it fitting to the scene.

Well, that's everything. Hope y'all liked, I hope it doesn't take me half a year to post again. Byebye