Author's Note: Not much happening except for some light fluff, and some worries from the other teachers. Disfrutar!
23: Gear Up for the Sports Festival - 4: Progress Report
Monday: Day 5 of Training...
When Monday morning arrived, Class 1-A was up bright and early to get to Gym Gamma, eager to get back to training. For the first time, they were joined by Shota Aizawa, the Underground Hero wanting to make sure that The Prowler was doing what was necessary for the class. However, as soon as the armored ex-mercenary gave out instructions for their workouts before training began, the doors to the gym were thrown open.
"Alright, maggots, fall in!" Vlad King roared as his students shuffled in, all of them looking more tired than Class 1-A on their first day of training. Both the Class Representative and Vice Representative were at the head of the line, and were more than a little stunned to see their sister class already working. Vlad scowled, "Well, don't just stand there!" He snapped, "Get in line and catch up!"
Since Class 1-A had started out with pushups, so did 1-B. However, they soon found out that keeping up was next to impossible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu were the only ones that managed to keep up with the other class, both of them being in top physical condition: a fact that The Prowler took notice of. However, the exercises continued on. When 1-A finished, they waited for 1-B to catch up.
It gave them time to catch their breath.
Finally, when the students of 1-B finished their sets, The Prowler passed out water for all of them. "You've all done well for the first half of training today," he said as he passed the last bottle to Neito Monoma, "But you still have a long way to go." The boy said nothing, knowing that he had been one of the last to finish the exercises.
The blond smiled, "Well, that's to be expected since you've been showing an inferior class favor over us," he said, "Though, I guess it's to be expected since your own son is among them."
"Wipe that smile off your face!" The Prowler snapped harshly, "Beating Class 1-A: is that your only goal?" He cast his eyes across the entirety of the sister class, "You think it ends there if you manage to come out on top of another class?" He stepped back and stood in front of both of them. "Think about what your life will be like in the next year, or the next five, or ten years!" He snapped, "If that's all you want, then you won't be going very far." His eyes fell back on the blond, "If you all claim to want to be Heroes, then I won't tolerate you just settling for being the top of your classes. You will all be the best that this school has ever seen: you'll be the best or you'll be nothing!"
Aizawa frowned, "Hey, take it easy."
The Prowler turned to him, "If you have a problem, then leave." The man said, "Nezu has already told me what he wants me to do, and to do what I must to achieve it," he frowned as he made a gesture to Aizawa's students, "If you actually cared, then you'd see that your students have all improved." He said, "And they are ready for the Festival now. But it's not just because I offered to train them, it's because they chose to improve."
"I offered Vlad the opportunity to let his class start early, but he chose to let me start with yours first," Aizawa narrowed his eyes: he didn't like this man's tone. "And now his class needs to realize that if they choose to stay in these lessons, it will be harder on them," The Prowler smirked beneath his mask, "But taking a harder path often leads to the best results."
Aizawa was quiet for a few moments before speaking, "I'll be speaking with Nezu about this."
"I don't care." The Prowler said before turning back to the class, "Alright, time for Quirkless Combat!" He shouted to the recovering students, "Everyone grab a power dampening cuff, and line up by classes!"
Each student was paired up with a member of the opposing class for Quirkless Combat, Class 1-B seeing just how much they needed to improve during that first four hours of absolute hell.
Vlad felt that the Spartan tactics were doing his class a world of good, what was more, he approved of how he handled the students. Aizawa, however, was watching with a critical eye over his own class. Particularly Shinso.
The lanky boy had changed within the four days since The Prowler began teaching them. Shinso had now gained much needed muscle mass in his chest and arms, and he was now a descent fighter. And that was taking into consideration that he was paired with Tetsutetsu.
"Alright, Shinso, keep those limbs close and tight," Prowler ordered as the two teens faced each other. "Tetsutetsu, show me what you've got!"
"Yes, Sir!" Shinso answered.
"You got it!" Tetsutetsu grinned. With that, The Prowler rang the bell, and the match began. To no one's surprise, Tetsutetsu attacked first, going in for a wild haymaker.
Shinso ducked, and drove a right straight into the other teen's gut.
By no means a powerful blow, but enough to give the sharp-toothed teen second thoughts about rushing in.
Still, Tetsutetsu persisted, throwing punch after punch, but the the smaller framed Shinso was able to bob in and out of his reach easily. And in between those dodges, he got in a few good hits.
Tetsutetsu decided it was time to end it while he was still in good shape, and went in for a right overhand punch. Shinso just barely managed to move in time, receiving a cut along his left cheek, before letting loose with a right uppercut straight to Tetsutetsu's chin.
He felt his knuckles crack as he connected.
It wasn't enough to knock the metal-eating teen down for good, but it did rattle him. He staggered back, his eyes unfocused, giving Shinso his chance to move in. He jumped up, scissor sweeping Tetsutetsu to the mat. He then took a card from Izuku's deck, and grabbed his left leg in a kneebar.
Tetsutetsu was howling in seconds. "ARGH! OUT! OUT! OUT!" He roared.
Vlad groaned as The Prowler rang the bell three times, signifying the end of the match. "Not bad, boys, not bad at all," the former mercenary said as Shinso released Tetsutetsu, "Shinso, I see a lot of improvement with your movements," he said before addressing Tetsutetsu, "And you, young man, are a powerhouse, without a doubt." He said as the boy grimaced.
"But I lost?" The boy muttered.
The Prowler shrugged, "So what?" He asked, "If you'd had your Quirk, I highly doubt that Shinso could've lasted very long, provided he didn't get you with his own Quirk, first." He said, gesturing for the boys to step out of the ring, "Now, would anyone like to comment on the fight?"
Vlad grumbled, "Tetsutetsu relied to much on his fists," he said, making a gesture with his own, "Fights out in the real world doing Hero work are rarely plain fist fights," he explained to his confused student, "Shinso took advantage of that, and used his legs."
Hitoshi just shook his head, "No, Sir, I was really just flying by the seat of my pants." He wiped a bit of blood off of his cheek where Tetsutetsu had cut him, "No offense, Sato, but he hits harder than you do." He grinned over at his classmate.
The large-lipped teen just grinned, "None taken, Shinso," he laughed.
"However," Aizawa stepped in, "Your attacks lacked power, Shinso, you'll need to work on that." He gestured to his chin, "An uppercut to the chin is normally a good way to knock your opponent out cleanly, however, while you managed to stun your opponent, you should have been able to score a knockout."
The Prowler nodded to both teachers, "Good points on both fronts, gentlemen," he said, "Tetsutetsu, starting today, you'll be learning other techniques other than punches. Use your entire body. Your arms, legs, all of it! Observe the other students when their matches come up, particularly Midoriya or Jiro, both of them are grapplers, and Jiro is more prone to using strong kicks and backhands than punches." He then looked toward Shinso, "Shinso, I want you on the sand bags. Put on some arm weights, and start punching until we start Quirk Training."
Shinso nodded, "Yes, Sir." He moved off toward on of the hanging bags near the walls.
Tetsutetsu just frowned, "Just one round?" He grumbled, "Aw, c'mon, that barely got my blood pumping!"
Vlad smacked his head, "Keep it up, and I'll step into the ring with you," he growled, "Now sit down and watch!"
"Alright, next!" The Prowler roared, "Bakugo! I see you go for any low blows like last time, and you'll be doing laps for a month!"
"It was fucking accident!" The ashen blond snapped as he stepped up for his turn. His opponent...was Pony Tsunotori.
Mina winced at the matching, "Oof, this is gonna get ugly," she muttered as a few of her classmates nodded.
Kendo heard her and giggled, "Oh, I wouldn't worry that much about Pony," she said in a hushed tone, "She may be a cutie, but she knows how to fight."
Bakugo didn't look all that enthused as the girl clumsily entered the ring. "Just great," he muttered, "Why couldn't I get one of the real threats?" He said before dropping into his usual stance.
Pony, all the while, kept a smile on her face as she bowed politely. "I hope we have good match!" She said brightly.
Bakugo's brow twitched. The bell rang...
...five minutes later...
Laughter ensued from both classes as one Katsuki Bakugo sailed out of the ring from a very strong shoulder throw from a petite, yet deceptively strong, blonde girl. The Prowler was whistling with appreciation, "Well, now, that's some fine strength she has, Vlad," he chuckled as Bakugo landed smack-dab on his head, his eyes bugging out of his head in astonishment, "I'm impressed!"
Vlad was nodding with pride as his student seemed to be worried about her opponent. "It's alright, Miss Tsunotori," he said in perfect English to the girl, "Everyone thinks you did very well!"
She bowed in his direction, "Thank you, Mr. Vlad!"
Class 1-A was howling with laughter as Kaminari and Kirishima rushed over to the stunned blond, "Yo, Bakubro!" Kirishima laughed as they reached him. "Guess what?!"
"You got knocked the fuck out!" Kaminari belted out laughing.
Katsuki's eyes came back into focus for moment as he glared at them, "Oh...screw both of you!" He snapped before tumbling to his feet, "I want a rematch!"
"Not today," The Prowler called out with an amused tone as the two boys grabbed the ashen blond and frog marched him back to the group. "Now, would someone please tell me what Bakugo did wrong?"
Kyoka's hand shot up, "He underestimated his opponent," she said with a grin on her face, "And because of that, he got served!"
"Bite me, Ears!"
Kyoka pointed her boyfriend, intent on teasing both of them, "That's his job!" Izuku's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Mina was grinning impishly at them, "Yeah, we know, Honey, because I've had to help cover up some of those bites." She giggled while Kyoka went red herself.
"Alright, that's enough," The Prowler called out as the three boys rejoined them, "Bakugo, she did have a fine point," he said as the boy grimaced. He jerked his thumb at the horned girl, "Never, ever underestimate your opponent, no matter what he or she may look like."
Bakugo said nothing as the day continued on in a similar manner. The Quirkless Combat training proved to both classes that neither was to be underestimated. Izuku found his opponent, who turned out to be Kendo, to be far more effective than he was when it came to hand to hand combat as he was soon on his back and tapping out. Kyoka wasn't as unlucky when she faced a girl named Kinoko Komori, a timid girl that resembled Ochako Uraraka, and had her tapping out with the first strike.
When it came time for Quirk Training, The Prowler set Class 1-A up for their usual routine in strengthening their Quirks.
"Come on! I want to see sparks flying!" The Prowler snapped, "Tetsutetsu! Kirishima! Move those limbs faster!" He snapped at the two near identical teens, "Strive to be faster in your hardened forms!"
"Yes, Sir!" Both shouted out as they continued to pummel each other. Kirishima, the former mercenary knew, was very close to a breakthrough with his Quirk. A fact which pleased him as both of them had great potential for defensive and offensive combat.
But the one he was most interested in seeing grow was the class' Big Sister. Kendo Itsuka, as his son had voiced his suspicion, could do so much more than what she thought. However, he was waiting on confirmation from the principal before trying out his son's theory.
"Hagakure!" He shouted out above the classes, "Don't get so high off the ground!" He admonished as the girl practically surfed over his head on an invisible shield. "If you lose control, I don't want you getting injured!"
The girl squealed with absolute glee as she surfed down beside him, "That is the best feeling in the world!" She giggled as her feet touched the ground, giddy from her success.
The Prowler chuckled, "Don't get cocky, kid," he reached out and ruffled her hair, prompting more giggles, "Try using those light punches you told me about on the punching bags for a while, alright?"
"Okay, Teach!" She bounded off toward the punching bags.
He then turned toward his other potential fliers, "Uraraka, how's it going?" He asked of the now green-faced girl as she attempted to keep the contents of her stomach down. "No luck, huh?"
The girl was leaned over on her knees, and heaving, "No...No, Sir..." she groaned pitifully, "I...I just can't...can't get it!"
"Hey, now," the man said, crouching down, "Don't give in just yet," he told her, "There's no such thing as a dead end, you just need to find a different way to go about it." He stood, "Now, how are you trying to make this work?"
Ochako sat down on the floor to catch her breath, "Well, I..." she raised her hands, looking down at the little pads on her fingers, "I've been touching my fingers together to activate my Quirk," she mimed bringing her fingers together, "And when I bring them apart, I try to spread my Quirk all over."
The Prowler thought for a moment, "Have you tried keeping your fingers together, and then controlling your Quirk?" The girl shook her head, "Alright then, catch your breath, and then we'll try that."
It took a couple of minutes to get her stomach back to normal, but the girl was ready to try again. When she placed her fingers together, her Quirk activating, The Prowler coached her. "Alright, now keep your eyes closed while we do this," he instructed, the girl nodding as she closed her eyes, "Now, imagine the aura of your Quirk spreading out from your hands and over you." He told her.
In Ochako's mind, she imagined a faint pink glow emanating from the little pads on her fingers, spreading out and outlining her hands...her arms...her shoulders, and then her body.
The Prowler smiled beneath his mask as the glow surrounded the girl, "Good, now, will that power to lift you from the ground," he said, "Don't let it fight you. Make it bend to your will. Make it do what you command!"
Nearby the students and the two teachers took notice of something. A bright, pink glow...like an aura of power surrounding brunette. For a moment, nothing happened, and a very hopeful Tōru feared that her friend wouldn't be joining her in the skies any time soon...but then the girl began to rise. Slowly. The aura around her brightening to an almost flame-like appearance.
Ochako, for her part, knew that she was beginning to float. She let her fingers drift apart, still willing herself to go higher. And she did...even when she felt her arms fall down to her sides, she felt herself rising higher. [It's not enough,] she thought, an image of two people coming to her mind, [I have to do more...for them.] Her eyes snapped open, her scallera turning the same pink as the aura around her. She looked down and saw the former mercenary staring at her.
"Think you can move yourself over to where Aizawa is standing?" He asked, jerking his thumb toward the scruffy teacher. She could almost make out the huge grin on his face beneath his mask.
She looked over to where her homeroom teacher was standing, his eyes slightly wider than usual. She tilted her body...and flew.
"Excellent!" The Prowler said as the combined classes erupted into applause, "Excellent work, Miss Uraraka!" He disengaged his mask, showing his positively beaming smile on his face. "Now, bring yourself down right next to him!"
"Slowly!" Aizawa cautioned, worried that her Quirk would be too taxing on her.
Ochako gained a bit of speed, however, and smiled as she angled herself down toward him. She then showed off a little by flipping forward and landing lightly on her toes...before promptly turning green as bell pepper.
"BUCKET!" Vlad hollered as Momo pelted toward the girl, a pale coming out of her stomach. She tossed it to Aizawa who caught it just in time as he thrust it at the girl and she vomited into it.
Despite the fact that she was still getting sick, most of the classes came forward to congratulate her on her new ability. "Hey, don't crowd her!" Yelled a certain ashen blond, "You're gonna make it fucking worse!" Katsuki yelled, somehow he had plowed through the crowd of students and was rubbing the girl's back.
The Prowler had to bite his tongue to keep from making a comment on how protective he was being...and how appreciative Uraraka looked as he rubbed between her shoulders.
"He's right, everyone," Vlad shouted, "As pleased as I am to see one of our students advancing in their training," he said with a smile down at the brunette, "The rest of you all need to catch up to Miss Uraraka! Now get back to work!" He roared, scattering the students back to their respective areas.
All but Bakugo and Uraraka.
He smirked and gave out a small sigh, "Bakugo, would you mind escorting Miss Uraraka to the infirmary?" He said while the boy gave him a look, "I'd like to make sure that this new aspect of her Quirk hasn't had any lasting effects."
Bakugo, for once, didn't argue as he helped the girl to her feet before she stumbled a little, prompting the teen to pick her up: bridal style. A sight that had girls from both Class 1-A and 1-B cooing loudly while a very flustered and nauseas Ochako Uraraka protested.
Aizawa gave the man a look, "You're supposed to be teaching these children," he said with an hardened tone, "Not playing the matchmaker."
Hisashi shrugged before putting his helmet back down, "Matchmaker my ass," he said before moving off toward Kaminari, "Those two already had the hots for each other. Besides, my concerns were valid and Bakugo is further along than most of the other students aside from my son and Todoroki." He then barked out, "Has anyone seen Midoriya?!"
Said boy suddenly appeared right next to him, "Right here!" He all but chirped, scaring his father.
"Doh!"
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U.A. Principal's Office: Several hours later...
Nezu had expected some form of backlash from his staff after the first official day of the special training course in preparation for the Sports Festival. However he wasn't expecting such mixed signals. While on one hand he had Vlad King praising The Prowler and his Spartan tactics, boasting that he was already seeing results from his own students after a single session.
On the other hand he had Eraser Head calling for the immediate termination of the program. "His tactics are not only irrational to a fault, but he blatantly disregards the safety of the students during Quirkless Combat." The man stated heatedly, "One of my students was injured, and has yet to see Recovery Girl over the matter."
Nezu smiled at him patiently, "If you're referring to Mister Shinso, I've already addressed the matter with the young man himself," he said, picking up a slip of paper that had the boy's statement on it, "He says, and I quote: "It's just a crack in my knuckles, and not even a full fracturing. If I let something like this bother me, then I won't get far in the Hero business." End quote." Nezu said while the man fumed, "I realize that you prefer your own methods, Aizawa, but you have to realize something: Hisashi Midoriya is doing exactly as I asked him to do."
"Which is what, exactly?" The Underground Hero demanded, "These children are going to be at this school for three years if they can cut it, so why is it that you feel the need to resort to such means so early on?"
Nezu leveled a black-eyed stare at the man, "I have several, and none of them are trivial," he said, "The first and foremost reason is that these children were attacked, some of them very nearly killed, in a Villain assault on this school," he let a hint of bitterness creep into his voice, "My school, Aizawa," he reminded him, "Is meant to be a safe haven for young people seeking to be Heroes. It is our job, above teaching them, to see that no harm comes to them from outside of this school, and let us face the facts, they will come to harm from our own hands as training the next generation of Heroes is no easy task."
"And the other reasons?" Aizawa asked, "The first, while I'll admit is unacceptable, is a valid reason, but not enough in my books to be rational."
"Rational, Mr. Aizawa?" The rodent seemed to bristle, "Rational would mean that these children could attend here without having to worry about psychotic, murderous heathens marching into this school in order to kidnap a tiny child smaller than I am," he growled, "Rational would mean that disgusting creatures such as that giant arachnoid mutant, or those clones did not exist."
He then shook his head, "No, no, Mr. Aizawa, we are well beyond the point of anything rational," he said, "My school was not only attacked, and my students physically, emotionally, and mentally assaulted, but they were also violated as I once was when it was discovered that me, an animal, was more intelligent most humans can hope to be in today's age." He gave the man a hard glare, "So if you would like to have things return to the way they once were before this school was assaulted then you will have to do better than this, because I will not have my students caught unawares again, nor will I tolerate another Villain coming here to harm, or heaven forbid, kill one of my teachers, or my students."
"And I believe that the only reason that you are upset over this matter," the rodent continued, "Is because you don't care for Hisashi Midoriya as a whole."
Aizawa frowned, "That is one part of it," he admitted, "I have no problems with him as a person, but as a former Vigilante, and mercenary, I can't trust him," he looked at the principal, "You didn't see what I saw, Nezu. He held nothing back when the assault began. He's too willing to kill."
"And you're afraid that he's projecting that willingness to kill onto the students," Nezu reasoned with a shake of his head, "While it is true that he can be a force to be reckoned with, I assure you that using lethal force is the furthest thing from his mind. As you know, I asked the man to give a lecture on the subject," he reminded the teacher, "You were in attendance, after all."
Before the man could go any further, Nezu stopped him, "Did it cross your mind that, even for a single second, that Miss Hagakure or Miss Uraraka could use their Quirks to attain a form of flight?" He asked, and when the man didn't answer her continued, "Granted, he uses unorthodox methods, but he does get results, and that mentality he has to push beyond natural limits is exactly what this school is all about." He went on, "Two out of three students that he has began coaching into flight have achieved that goal, the only one that has not is Mister Kaminari, who seems to be making some progress, given that he is able to produce more voltage without shocking himself."
Aizawa was quiet for a long moment before he rose and stalked toward the door, "The moment he screws up, don't come crying to me."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Nezu said as the man threw the door open, and, lo and behold, the very subject of their conversation was preparing to knock. "Ah, Mr. Midoriya, a perfectly timed entrance." He said as Aizawa gave the man a glare, and stalked passed him.
Hisashi gave the man a wide berth, "I do try," he muttered as the man stalked into the halls, "I take it that he's been having a go at me?"
Nezu shrugged, "Nothing that you need to worry about," he assured him as the man came in, "Please, have a seat. Shall I brew some tea?"
Hisashi shook his head, "As much as I could use a good brew, Nezu, I think we should get to the thick of things," he sighed, "This being the first official day, I thought I'd give you a progress report on the last few days as well as today's training."
Nezu gave a small shake of his head, "Appreciated, but unnecessary," he told the man who raised his brow at him, "I've been keeping watch through the gym's security cameras, you see." He explained.
Hisashi nodded in understanding, "Good call," he said, "Perfect way to keep an eye on a hazy bet like me."
"Oh, you misunderstand, Mr. Midoriya," Nezu said immediately, "I use the cameras across the entire campus to keep an eye on not only my students, but also my teachers," he said, "You see, there was a small scandal with a former teacher here involving a student." He went on, "Needless to say that neither that teacher, nor the student went much further than this school."
Hisashi chuckled, making a mental note to never get on the furball's bad side, "Again, completely understandable," he said, "Though, I do hope you keep those cameras out of inappropriate places...such as the dorms?"
"Worry not, I respect the privacy of all students and teachers, and keep my cameras strictly to areas such as the lounges, classrooms, and training grounds," he said, "Though the perimeter defenses could do with a few more upgrades."
"Back on topic," Hisashi said, "I assume you know about Endeavor's boy?"
Nezu's beady little eyes narrowed, "If you are referring to the fact that he has suffered abuse from his father, then yes, I am."
Hisashi nodded, "Alright, then is there anything that you can do about it?"
To the man's displeasure, Nezu shook his head, "I'm afraid not." He said, "Endeavor has had such claims leveled against him several times, and he now has some of the best lawyers in and out of the country on his payroll." He sighed, "As much as I would like to help the boy legally, I'm afraid that U.A.'s lawyers can only do so much, and we would still end up losing."
Hisashi sighed, running his hand through his hair, "That makes my job a bit less gratifying," he muttered, "I came close to killing Endeavor a few years ago...saddens me now that I didn't," he frowned, tapping his chin in thought, "His son is certainly something special, and I think that he could take his powers even further if pushed to their absolute limits, but I'm not sure that I can do it safely...though it would be the perfect punch to his pompous father's face." He chuckled.
Nezu sighed, "I am reluctant to endanger the students, yet I know that I asked you to do what you thought was necessary," he said, "But do bring it up with the boy, and if he is willing to try, then we will speak more on how to proceed."
Hisashi sighed, "I can work with that," he nodded, "Next, we have Kaminari."
"Ah, yes, our resident joker," the rodent chuckled, "How is he doing after that incident last week?"
The man took a deep breath, "Not bad...but not good, either, I'm afraid," he shook his head in frustration, "We're close to a breakthrough, here, Nezu, I can feel it." He sighed, "But something's bothering him...and whatever it is, it's holding the kid back." He crossed his arms, "The kid have any bad history we need to know about?"
Nezu shook his head, "Not to my knowledge, no," he said, "He is, however, related to a well known Heroine of the past: Spectrum."
Hisashi's head shot up, "Spectrum? The first real Hero? The woman that could change herself into any form of energy: that Spectrum?" He asked with slight awe in his voice.
"The very same," Nezu said with a slow nod, "Though the relation is rather distant, he is a direct descendant of hers," he sighed sadly, "Sadly, files on Spectrum and the use of her powers were very poorly documented given the circumstances of the age they were in at the time."
Hisashi frowned: the age in which Spectrum had lived in had been well over two hundred years ago, before the first documented case of Quirks, the first being the glowing child, was ever made. At the time, those with Quirks were known as Mutants, and were ostracized by much of society before they began to rise in frequency. It had been a lawless time where people were terrified of their own neighbors.
It wasn't very long before those that were mistreated because of their powers turned to being Villains. Anarchy had risen, and there was no one that dared to stop the Villains that were taking over. And then Spectrum had appeared. She was one of the few that stood up for people, both with and without powers, that were too afraid to fight for themselves.
But her acts had not gone unnoticed. Soon, others had joined her in the fight. To learn that one of his students was a descendant of hers...
"Does he know?" Hisashi asked.
Again the rodent shook his head, "His family hasn't shown that sort of power since Spectrum's fall," he said, "Though I will say that with the current level of power that Mister Kaminari has been displaying, I would say that he is the strongest of her line since Spectrum herself."
"It would have to be a very distant line, wouldn't it?" He muttered: he recalled Spectrum being an African American woman, while Kaminari looked nothing like someone of mixed race. "So, we have a potential power plant on our hands," he surmised as the rodent nodded in confirmation, "The real question is: how do we help him be that power plant?"
Nezu sighed, "I think you will that the answer is...somewhat troublesome," he said, "Do you remember the incident? When he built up too much power?"
"I do," Hisashi nodded, "Vividly...are you saying that - ?"
"When he felt like he was about to explode," Nezu said with a dark tone, "It may have been his Quirk trying to move on to the next stage."
Hisashi covered his face with his hands, running them down his face, and laced his fingers together. "I agreed...to train this kids, Nezu...not kill them."
Nezu sighed, "I'm not asking you to try...but it is something that you could use as a potential lead." The principal said, "Mister Kaminari's talents, as they are, are more than enough to make him into a great Hero...however, I feel that he wants more...however, Spectrum also used her emotions as catalysts at times, so maybe find out what is bothering him first?"
"I would rather do that than send him into a suicide run," Hisashi nodded, "I'll speak with him tonight, after we're done here...but I'd like to request some help from the Big 3 tomorrow for some higher level combat training."
Nezu nodded slowly, "I'll make the request when we finish here," he said as the man rose, "And Hisashi?" The man paused as he turned for the door, "I wish you luck."
Hisashi sighed, "Save it for the kids."
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Author's Note: Si, Kaminari is a descendant of a Marvel Heroine in this story. And you can probably guess what's bothering him to the point that his Quirk isn't letting him advance.
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