Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.
Boku no Hero Academia is the creation and intellectual property of Horikoshi Kohei and Shueisha.
Quirky.
Part Four.
The streets of New Ostia were bustling with life and happiness.
Another Festival drew close and tourists were everywhere, swarming the Roman-style bath houses, and the arenas, and the markets. Mostly the markets. The midday sun was scorching, and the crowds were sweaty and ever active. It all gave the air a distinctive salty smell not helped by the lack of breeze at that moment.
Two of the visitors were moving from one stand to another, all through the main Ostian market. They were a short, dark skinned little girl with serene golden eyes, long black hair trailing behind her, and an also black haired older young woman, the lower half of her face hidden by a black scarf, and glasses shielding her round brown eyes. The latter had an old, bandaged and beaten up wooden staff hanging from her back, along two backpacks.
They would catch casual glances at the 'Wanted' ads hanging from the walls whenever they saw them, and then kept on moving. When they approached a stand, the tall busty one pulled a sheet of paper out and ask the owners about the girls masterfully drawn on it.
After hours of looking (it wasn't strange for someone to come looking for lost girls, many young women disappeared through Festivals) the woman at charge of a legume stand nodded at the sheet. She pointed at a few of the drawings. "I know these three. They always come from the main arena, buying groceries. The purple haired one has a chip on her shoulder, but the other two are sweeties."
The busty one nodded her thanks, and gave the woman three gold coins, asking her to stay silent if anyone asked. The woman nodded back, since that was the custom around Ostia. Mind your own business, and if you are paid, you owe whoever paid you what they asked from you.
They headed for the gigantic gladiatorial arena, a coliseum that would put Rome's to shame. They navigated their way in through more bribery on guards and employees. The little girl never talked or emoted at all, leaving her companion to ask all questions. Finally, through another two hours of negotiating, they were led towards an office.
The busty young woman smiled as she closed the door after them. "Mister Tosaka?"
"Who wants to know?" snorted the slim but muscular middle aged man sitting behind the desk, his fingers intertwined, his eyes shifty. He had a black hairline with widow peaks, and wore brown pants a matching vest, shirtless.
"That doesn't matter!" she told him. "What matters is that I heard you have three slaves I want to buy."
"Hm, this isn't a slave market. And most of my gladiators are freelancers, kid."
"I'm not into buying gladiators… yet!" she purred. "I meant scullery maids…"
"What do you want scullery maids for?"
The girl smiled sultrily. "Why, Mister, you shouldn't ask those things from a lady…"
"Look, I don't care if you're into men or women, but if you want maids, go to the damn slave markets, then buy your damn—"
"I need these three specifically," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I have money and I want to buy them."
The man paused. "They don't come cheap!"
"State the price and I'll meet it," she said, full of confidence. The little girl looked at her fingernails.
Tosaka gave the price.
The busty one pouted. "That's a lot. I only can pay for one."
"Too bad." He shrugged.
"Could I talk with them first, please?"
The two girls were led into another room shortly after, three other girls being ordered to sit in there previously. The tall one recognized them and smiled. One of them was very petite and pale, with short light blueish hair. She looked anxious and was on edge. Another one was much, much taller and gifted with serene beauty, her hair very long and silky dark, and the third one was gorgeous, even though her face was dirtied by heavy chores, and her hair was long and purple.
The girl with glasses cracked a smile. "Ako, Akira and Misa."
The three perked up.
"Sorry… Do we know you?" Kakizaki Misa asked after some moments.
The busty girl grinned and pulled her glasses off. The magical charm effect—since those were not her usual glasses—was taken off, and all three smiled in renewed hope.
"Saotome!" Misa said.
"So you're still alive!" Ako said.
"Ha ha ha, I'm not the ghost in the class!" Haruna laughed, her chest bouncing.
"And you are Misora's friend…" Akira looked at the small girl. She tried to remember. "Cocone-chan?"
The girl with brown skin gave her a thumb up. Her expression remained stoic.
"Listen, let's make this quick," Saotome Haruna said. "No, I couldn't find anyone yet, and yeah, I'm here to free you, but I only can pay for one of you for now. Please decide who is it gonna be."
Akira pointed at Ako. "Buy Ako-chan."
Ako pointed at Akira. "Buy Akira-chan."
Misa raised her hand. "Buy me, me, me!"
Saotome glared at her. "Really, Misa, at least try pretending."
"They have each other and can support each other, but I have no one here!" Kakizaki said.
"Maybe you'd have more people if you weren't so… you…" Haruna sighed. "Don't hate me, but-"
An hour of extra negotiations later Haruna and Cocone left the city behind with Ako in tow. She still was wearing the French maid uniform but at least she was not wearing the collar anymore. She rubbed her throat with a hand, and it still ached. "Thank you," she said. "You should have bought Akira-chan, but thank you."
"Hey, that's what friends are there for, isn't it?" Haruna waved her off.
"And now what?"
"Now we need to earn more money since that bastard's gonna charge more for Misa and Akira." Haruna hummed. "I have a whaleship hidden in the mountains. We can sleep there until we figure out what to do next."
"You have enough money to buy yourself a whaleship! How?" Ako gulped.
Haruna grinned back at her. "Through perfectly scrupulous means!"
Ako sighed. She looked back over her shoulder, at the big city of fantasy, and thought of Akira.
"Step lively, Ako!" Haruna said. "There's so much to do!"
Ako kept on following them.
At that moment Haneyama Kazuho backed away and locked herself in her room.
Chisame stood before the closed door. Negi joined her. "You know, we'll be waiting here until you come out," she said.
There were sounds of a window being opened from the room.
"This is your house and you have to come back eventually and we'll be waiting here for you!" Chisame said, raising her voice.
There were sounds of the window being closed back.
The door went half open, and Kazuho peeked out, frowning. "Why do you torture me like this? What did I do to you?"
"You dare asking that after you stole my sthick!" Chisame said.
"You stole mine first."
"No! I never said I was Pop Step, I just said I was cosplaying as Pop Step!"
"She has a point, you were outright claiming to be Chiu, on the other hand," Negi said evenly.
Haneyama paled. "Pop Step? I never said I was Pop Step! Who, who is Pop Step!?"
"Don't get funny with me!" Chisame said. "Do you think I'd cosplay as someone without researching them? Those jumps were all Pop Step! Address the point!"
Kazuho grinded her teeth. "You could have published a disclaimer saying you weren't doing public appearances and that I was a dirty impostor. It's what I was expecting for you to do. You know, like a normal person! Then I'd have retired before being booed as a fake."
"How was I supposed to know what you were thinking!" Hasegawa said.
Kazuho looked back and forth between them. "You were engaging into vigilantism, and now home breaking and entering. I was also doing something technically illegal, so what if we all forget this and leave it at that?"
Negi nodded. "That's for the best. No need to involve the authorities."
"But you have to promise you won't pose as Chiu, ever again!" Chisame said.
Kazuho put a hand on her own heart. "After that scare, I don't want to be in your shoes again!"
"Then let's call it a draw," Chisame allowed.
Kazuho smiled. "Thank you… Hasegawa-san."
Chisame's jaw dropped.
Kazuho snickered. "You can disguise your voice in the net, but up close and personal I recognized it despite your putting on that gruff tone. Also, you have so much acne I couldn't mistake it!"
Chisame growled.
"You delete it all in Photoshop, don't you?" Kazuho walked out.
Chisame growled again.
Negi chuckled.
"What is so funny?" Chisame huffed.
"You inspired each other… You two created your own enemies, hee hee!"
"Shaddap, that's not funny," Chisame snipped.
"What she said, brat! Unfunny!" Kazuho nodded.
Negi recoiled. It was like being told off by Chisame, in stereo.
"Are you the cousin she spoke about?" Kazuho asked him.
"No, he is… my roommate," Chisame answered before Negi did.
"You room with a child?" Kazuho asked. She looked at Negi again. "You are a child, aren't you? Or do you have a Quirk that makes you look like that?"
"I'm the age I look," Negi said, very proudly.
"And that age is…" Kazuho said.
"What age does he look to you, huh?" Chisame snorted.
Both girls glared into each other's eyes for several instants of tension. Negi looked at them, mildly fascinated. But they finally softened.
"We have our reasons, and leave it at that!" Chisame said.
"You should know what you're doing with your life. Huh. But you won't stop buying at the store. Will you?" Kazuho asked.
Chisame scowled. "I guess not…"
There was a beat.
"So, you want some chocolate before leaving?" Kazuho felt like saying, rubbing herself on an arm.
Kazuho dipped another potato chip on the bowl of sauce and ate it happily.
"Oh ho ho!" she said. "The best food is that had while crashing at other people's!"
"That is, mooching," Chisame said, although technically, she also was doing that.
They sat around the table of the Midoriyas, having a nice mid afternoon snack. Not Izuku. Izuku was doing pushups mechanically at a corner of the room. His eyes remained vacant and he had been doing that for nearly two hours by then. Ever since Kazuho arrived, having closed her shop early and willing to party.
"I'm starting to understand who is the real hero of this home!" Sakurako observed, while Inko came stoically from the kitchen with another tray of snacks.
"So start helping her already," Chamo sweatdropped.
Kotaro looked at Izuku. "Hey," he whispered to Negi. "Just start teaching him magic. If he wants to be a hero so much, he can pass it as a Quirk too..."
Negi whispered back. "He couldn't carry another training while also carrying All Might's. And now that he's done with it, well... you can see he's not at top psychological form for that."
The two looked at Izuku for a few moments more and Kotaro turned his attention to Kazuho. "Hey, Neechan. This Pop Step thing you did, why did you stop it?"
Kazuho paused, losing the smile briefly. After that she waved a hand, pretending not to care. "It was too much effort, and... the heroes were getting in the way, always breathing on my neck!"
Chisame could tell she wasn't telling the whole truth. Did her retirement have anything to do with that missing eye?
Chachamaru came from the front door, holding Inko's broom in a hand and a sealed envelop in the other. "It's from UA, they must have reached their decision already..."
In a flash, Izuku already had stepped past her and snatched the envelope from her, ripping it open desperately.
Chachamaru blinked. "Are you sure you don't have a Speed Quirk?"
A large holographic screen was projected from the letter, showing All Might's head, laughing thunderously.
Kazuho gasped. "All Might!? But he doesn't work at UA! Why is he sending you a letter!?"
"We know him," Kotaro boasted.
"You do!?" Kazuho said. "You never told me!"
"FEAR NOT, WAIT NO MORE, PRE-RECORDED ALL MIGHT IS HERE!" the hero said. "GREETINGS, YOUNG MIDORIYA, YOUNG NEGI, CHAMO AND EVERYONE ELSE!"
"Why does Chamo get a mention, but we are 'everyone else'?" Chisame sweatdropped. Sakurako shrugged.
Kazuho's eyebrow twitched. "You are friends with All Might!"
The superhuman, wearing a fine stripped suit, bowed, the image zooming off to show him full bodied and standing. "My apologies for not contacting you sooner! I have been busy with several affairs, such as locating another of Young Negi's friends. I can't confirm yet, but she might have been seen in India..."
Negi's eyes sparkled. "Wonderful!"
"But I'm back to the city now," the top pro informed them all. "I'm going to start working for UA!"
"Plot twist!" Sakurako said.
"Young Karakuri, you were the top scorer in the exercises, congratulations!" he finished the sentence in English. "105 points after saving that boy! Your enrollment is guaranteed!"
"Yay. Thanks," Chachamaru said blandly.
"At least try showing some emotion over something like THAT!" Kazuho said, eyes spiralling, although the false one spinned slower. "Darn it!"
"Young Negi, with 93, and Young Inugami, with 92, also did so well that everyone was impressed!" the blond wonder said. "We're proud of you!"
"92!? Only 92!? I should have gotten a 100 or so!" Kotaro stood up and pointed.
"You're unhappy with a freaking 92!?" Kazuho freaked out even further, pulling on her hair. "What sort of inhuman are you, brat!?"
"Young Shiina has 40 and Young Hasegawa has 35," All Might said. "For two girls who said they'd never fought before that's impressive! Some judges objected to Young Hasegawa's tactics, but we thought she deserved her points for her ingenuity."
"Yay. Thanks," Chisame said blandly.
"If that's your reaction to making it in why did you enlist to begin with!" Kazuho said.
"And Young Midoriya..." All Might paused. "You did very well in the written test, yes, but you only scored one point in the war game." Izuku stared blankly at his hero. Inko sniffed. She held his shoulders from behind and played with his hair. "BUT...! Never fear, Young Uraraka Ochako is here!"
Izuku gulped. "Who?"
"ROLL VIDEO!" All Might said, and he was replaced by the image of a cute girl with brown hair standing before Present Mic, dated from the day after the test.
"Oh!" Izuku said.
"Who is that?" Kazuho asked.
"Some girl Izuku likes," Chisame said. In the background, Sakurako had begun mumbling.
"Sorry, Sensei, but..." She spoke awkwardly, blushing at gesturing with her right hand above her head. "You know about that boy? The one with freckles and very messy hair? That one who didn't stand out?"
Izuku smiled widely.
"Her description of him isn't very flattering..." Kazuho said.
"Could I, could my points be shared with him?" Uraraka asked in an eager voice.
Izuku's eyes widened.
"He, he is a real hero. I can tell," Uraraka lowered her head. She dragged her left foot in a circle. "And I spent like two fifths of that test unconscious! If not for him that robot would've crushed me, n-not that I'm questioning your safety standards, Sensei!"
Izuku's mouth went open.
"Who knows how many points he could've scored during the time he spent saving me?" Uraraka said. Her face went up, and she all but shouted. "At the very least, Sensei... I'd like him to have the points he lost saving my life!"
Present Mic smiled and patted her head. "That's very noble of you, Young Listener. But, the points cannot be shared!" the rock hero told her. His voice actually sounded somewhat normal now, even if still campy. "But that's not necessary!"
"And he's right!" All Might's footage retook the video. He gave two thumbs up. "Being a hero, I told you, is not just about beating villains and following rules! A real rescue, a true selfless act, that is more important than saving a dummy or destroying a robot! We couldn't call ourselves a school of heroes if we turned off someone for doing the right thing!"
They all looked at him, speechless.
All Might smiled. "60 Rescue Points for you, Young Midoriya!"
"And, and the girl, Uraraka-san, she also saved me, and what she did was way more impressive, and and and and and!" Izuku ranted.
"He can't hear you," Chisame said, "he is just a-"
"Because I know you'll also ask about Young Uraraka, she scored a total of 45 Rescue Points for saving you! Bringing her total to 73! FILL THAT BURNING HEART WITH JOY, YOUNG MIDORIYA!" He extended an open hand. "THIS IS NOW YOUR HERO ACADEMIA!"
(TM and C Horikoshi Kohei and Shueisha).
Izuku began wailing. "SHE DID IT...! SHE DID IT...! SHE SCORED 73 POINTS! THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE...!"
Sakurako had started chewing on her knuckles. Chisame stepped away from her, scared of her for once.
Izuku began dancing around, then grabbed his mom by the hands and began dancing with her, Inko laughing with him.
Kazuho sighed. In a way, it was like the old times. "You're all weird, but it can't be said you don't get things done! Congrats, Midoriya-kun."
He stopped dancing and blinked at her. "Who are you?"
"I've been coming over for two days!" Kazuho shouted, glasses obscured and teeth bared.
New Delhi.
Far beneath the highly populated metropolis there was another hidden city. It only could be accessed through a labyrinthic spider-web of narrow passages and heavily guarded checkpoints.
At the bottom of that city there was an arena.
"TWILIGHT PRINCESS HAS FIVE ARM RASHID AGAINST THE ROPES!" shouted the tiny but spirited announcer, with a voice that was barely any lower than Present Mic's. "THE WONDER FROM THE WEST IS DOING IT AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
The young woman in the white dress swung her gigantic sword expertly. She blocked all strikes coming from the musclebound arms of the shirtless behemoth before her. He had a long black ponytail and the eyes of a vicious animal. She was much smaller but well shaped, with long reddish hair pulled into twintails. One eye was blue, the other was emerald, and them both were dull and void of emotion.
"IT'S INCREDIBLE, THE BUTCHER OF THE GULF CANNOT LAY A HAND ON HER!"
She moved in circles around him, tiring him out. He panted and seethed, swinging a kick, but she ducked under it and let go off the hilt of the sword with a hand, the weapon still gripped in the other. She balled up the free fist and whispered "Kanka."
She thrusted the fist ahead, towards Rashid's chest, and the crowd cheered, maddened in glee. Then, as he was not falling, she punched him again and again and again, her hand almost appearing to glow with each punch. Finally, he fell backwards and she slammed a foot down on his throat.
"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" the audience chanted. Twilight Princess paused, her fallen foe closing his eyes, but she pulled the foot back and shook her head.
She turned around and began leaving the arena.
One of the men in the upper rows seemed to whisper to himself, ignored by the people around him. "It's her," he told the device hidden in his ear. "She matches every description, she even fights using that weapon. And she spared him. I'll follow her now."
He was very tall, with huge shoulders and a serious face, a jaw one could have been used to crack coconuts. His eyes were very small, almost like black dots, and his hair was buzzcut, a long black trenchcoat over his street clothes.
He followed her from a distance as she went back up outside after being paid. He had the impression she was aware he was after her, even if she never looked back. She never spoke, not even to the organizer of the tournament after he had paid her. The guards were only shown the credential the organizer had handed her, at every stop. There was no pride over a well won match, there was no hurry to see anyone.
He finally approached her when she was out in the actual city, walking through a deserted alley for her next destination. "Kagurazaka Asuna?" he called out the name.
She kept on walking.
"All Might sent me," the man said. "You have heard of All Might, haven't you? He is in contact with Negi Springfield. He wants to see you."
The girl stopped. She looked back over her shoulder, icily. She still said nothing.
"My name is Enlightenment," he said. "I can help you, if you will let me. I'm not lying, I can link you directly to All Mig—"
She swung the sword at him, spinning on her feet. He rolled back, with studied agility, and fell into a fighting stance. "You don't want to do this…" he told her.
She swung again, with finesse that betrayed her youth. He had a hard time dodging her attacks.
She was forcing him back, and he couldn't find an opening through her technique. She had him as dominated as she had with Rashid. But he had something that Rashid didn't have.
He shoved his hands ahead. "Let the light flow into you!"
Empathic Quirk.
The young woman staggered back. Her neck rattled back, her eyes widening. Enlightenment smiled. "I am unleashing the most pure goodness in your heart. The true self you might have repressed for some reason. Fight whatever is influencing you! You have people who care deeply about your well-"
"You are talking to the wrong person," she spoke finally. She had stopped, putting a hand on her face. She breathed deeply, and Enlightenment approached her with an open hand. "No, don't…"
"Please," he said.
"Kanka," she replied, and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying against a wall.
He woke up some time later. It couldn't have been much, as his belongings were all still on him as he felt himself and sighed; she was nowhere to be seen. He was on top of piles of smelly trash, with rats squealing around him.
He got up with some effort. Even through the body armor he wore under his shirt, the pain was intense. "Might?" he called his friend again. "It's her alright, but she doesn't act like you told me she would. She kind of kicked my ass and left. Uh huh. That's what I was thinking. Will you tell the boy? I see…"
He shook himself off, breathed in and out, and headed home for a shower and some needed sleep.
Izuku danced happily as they headed down the street, in their new school uniforms. It was a sunny and beautiful morning, and he moved like Tobey Maguire.
"We're joining UA today!" he told the boy from the magazine stand as they passed him by.
The pimple faced youngster snorted, staring at his phone. "You told me that yesterday! And the day before!"
"No, yesterday I didn't tell you 'we'll be joining today', yesterday I told you 'we'll be joining tomorrow'!" He winked and gave him a thumbs up. "HEYYYY!"
The vein bulged on Chisame's head. "Do you want to turn us into Bakugos!?"
"It's his dream, Chisame," Negi reminded her blandly, walking along her. Sakurako gave him a worried sideglance.
"Negi-kun," Shiina said, "if you're still worried about Bookstore, she is strong and—"
"I know, I know," Negi said. "Sorry, I'm not going to spoil this special day by brooding."
Izuku blinked. "What happened, Negi-san?"
The other boy shook his head. "Never mind, I'll tell you after we are there. We shouldn't be discussing that out in the open."
Kotaro looked at Midoriya and shrugged. "Ala Alba business!"
Izuku paused, starting to grow worried himself, but then he looked at the guy from the minimarket and waved at him. "Good morning, Satoru-san! Today we're joining UA!"
"I KNOW!"
Izuku whistled as they went into the subway. "You'd think they'd be happier to know they'll have several Pro Heroes as neighbors!"
"I'm moving back as soon as I can though…" Chisame grouched, going down the stairs with them.
"Friendly Neighborhood Midoriya and his Amazing Friends!" Izuku said as they went into the train.
"Lame!" Chisame said.
"The Teen Titans?"
"Already done, boy!"
"The Outsiders?"
"What you are about do is trying to embrace the system, head on! How is that being an outsider, Izuku-san!?"
Negi sat down as the train started and brooded in silence. He thought back to two hours before and Nodoka's card and everything related to it.
"Hey, Sensei," Chisame said, getting up and seeing him sitting on the edge of her bed. She was so used to him sneaking in next to her while sleeping that she barely bothered to get angry about that anymore. "Something wrong?"
"Yes," he said. He looked at her, and Sakurako peeked down from the upper bunk. He held one of his alliance cards up."You know that every morning I try contact the others, don't you?"
Chisame looked at the card. "Bookstore's? It hasn't changed at all."
"No, but I did get a signal from her today," he said. "The thing is, I cannot actually talk to her. I feel the link, it's as if I could hear something from her side, but it's only interference, it's static." He waved a hand in a circle and said, "It sounds like..." He thought of how to say it. "A buzzing?"
"Maybe she's getting into range from wherever she fell and it will clear up as she grows closer?" guessed Chisame.
"Perhaps," Negi said. "But it'd never done this before."
"Why don't you just try to summon her?" Sakurako asked.
"I'm afraid to. If something's wrong with the link between us trying to transport her might hurt her, and I want to avoid that as much as possible."
The girls looked at him, unsure of what else to offer him.
And so, they had soon arrived to UA, which was just as impressive as it had been the week prior.
"Still not Mahora," Chisame said.
"Are you still hung up about that!?" Midoriya protested.
Kotaro looked at the sheet he had printed from the texts All Might had sent them. "Shiina-neesan and I will be studying in Class 1-B, here it says it's... that way?" He pointed at a turner of a corner after they had gone into one of the upper floors. "And the rest of you are in 1-A, which is over there." He pointed the opposite way. He grinned at Negi. "It's good to know that I won't have to endure you all day long anymore, Four Eyes!"
Negi, despite his funk, smiled back. Inugami, Chisame told herself, always had a way to pull him up. "That's my line!"
They bumped fists. "We'll be in rival classes now, and I wouldn't have it any other way!"
"Hah ha!" Negi told him. "How do you know we'll be rivals!?"
"It's the way it always is in these stories!"
"No, I mean that you won't be a rival for me!"
"Hah! Not bad, bookworm!"
They bumped foreheads, each leaving a slight bump on each other's head, shook hands, and went their opposite ways. Sakurako smiled at her friends, shrugged, and waved while following Kotaro.
Chachamaru waved back at her. "It's tragic that we have to be rivals..."
Chisame sweatdropped. "It's not like this is Battle Royale!"
They went the rest of the way to the door signaled as '1-A'. Izuku stopped and made a nervous smile, freezing on his feet.
"Now what...?" Chisame said.
"I just hope that... Katchan and that weird stuffy guy aren't there!" Midoriya said.
"Weird stuffy guy?" Chachamaru repeated.
"You know, Iida-san! That was his name, wasn't it?" the green haired boy shuddered.
"What is wrong about him? He seemed very pleasant and orderly, if anything," Chachamaru said.
"He scares me! He's too intense!" the greenette said, pushing the door open. "Knock on wood..."
The first thing he saw upon opening was Katchan with his feet on a desk while Iida gave him a lecture.
"What will our teacher think!?" the bespectacled boy fumed at the blond. "And there are ladies present as well! Don't you have any shame, ruffian!?"
"Ah, go bite on the wall, Square!" Bakugo relaxed back, smirking at him and folding his arms behind his neck. "You must have gotten the wrong class, the school for accountants is across the street, prissy! Heh!"
The freckled boy kept on smiling and closed the door before the two could notice him. "What if we ask for a place in 1-B?" he suggested.
"I think I saw the Uraraka girl in there too," Chisame said.
The greenette opened the door again and walked in.
Midoriya Izuku walked into the classroom, and Bakugo immediately stopped laughing and glared daggers at him. "Deku..."
Izuku tried to smile and nod. "Hello."
Bakugo snarled out a corner of his mouth. "What sorta shit did you pull back there, Deku? You're a fucking Quirkless, don't tell me you were hiding one all this time just to mess with me?"
"Language!" Iida said.
Chisame sighed and walked in after Izuku. "Hi there, Katchan-san. Would you believe it if we told you it was magic?"
Bakugo huffed. "Deku Girl."
The vein bulged again. "Deku Girl!?"
Chachamaru walked in next, bowing to everyone. "Good morning, future companions in the quest for education. I look foward to studying together, please bear with me."
Iida gasped. "You... You..." The pastel bubbles began appearing again, but he shook his head and forced himself to fight through them. He bowed back instead. "Fate, that is, a fortunate coincidence indeed, that we would study together!" He looked at Izuku and was right before him in a single stride. Izuku flinched back. "Please accept my apologies! I misjudged you, and even told you to flee cowardly, only to have you show me a lesson on true heroism!"
Izuku's face twitched. "Ah... Thank you?"
Bakugo had slammed his feet on the floor. "You!" he said, staring at Chachamaru.
"May I help you?" she asked innocently.
He stood up and pointed at her. "TOP SCORER! HEAR THIS! I WON'T LET THIS STAND! YOU WON'T HUMILIATE ME AGAIN! I... I WILL.."
She blinked oh-so-very-slowly, her light green eyes full of innocence. "Humiliating you?"
Bakugo fell silent as many heads in the classroom turned towards him. Iida's glasses shone dangerously. But Bakugo did not notice any of that.
He kept on looking at Chachamaru's eyes and their complete lack of malice. What, what kind of Lovecraftian shit was that? Why couldn't he talk like he wanted to? He'd never had any problem threatening anyone else before. Not even Dad. So why...? It wasn't like he'd fallen for this bitch like the accountant, if anything there was something creepy about her, but at the same time it felt wrong to chew her out.
It was like raping a kitten.
He sat back, looked aside, and folded his arms. "I'll top your score next time!"
"Yes. Good luck, Katchan-san," she said.
"Don't call me that! Stuff your sarcasm!" Bakugo said, but didn't go any further than that.
"Sarcasm? But... I was not attempting sarcasm." Chachamaru looked at Chisame. "You are the expert on sarcasm. Did I sound sarcastic?"
"No, but you do now!" Chisame said.
Negi, who had been standing outside to see if he would have to slap a bitch who threatened his students for real, smiled and walked in. Thankfully the necessity for horrifying violence on a classmate had been avoided, and Bakugo-san would live another day!
"Good morning," he said, "I'm Negi Springfield..."
Several heads in the class perked up.
Oh shit, not again... Chisame thought and facepalmed.
"It's..." a girl with pink skin and horns said.
"One of them..." a girl with very long and very smooth black hair, and very large and very round eyes, said.
"One of the two kids at the test!" said a grinning busty girl with long and wavy dark green hair. Instinctively, Chisame thought of a combination of Haruna and Yuuna.
A girl sitting at the back of the class and formerly sunk in her own thoughts, blinked slowly, looking at him. She had fair skin that constrasted with her black hair, and a large bustline. "Cute..." she whispered to herself, then flinched on herself as if embarrassed at the slip of the tongue.
Chisame braced herself for the onslaught of dashing girls, but actually, all but one of them stayed on their seats. Only the girl with dark green hair walked to Negi and slapped his shoulder several times. "Nice to meet you, everyone's been talking about you too! Wow, are you really that young? Don't worry, I'll be your Neechan and protect you from these weirdos! Name's Tokage Setsuna!"
Negi blinked, snapping out of his fleeting thoughts of I'm not being mobbed? Am I losing my touch? and smiling at her. "Ah, thank you, Tokage-san. It's a funny coincidence, an old friend of ours is named Setsuna as well."
"Ahem," Chisame said.
Tokage looked at her. "Yeah?"
Chisame's jaw moved from one side to the next before she grumbled with bitterness, "He already has a Neechan to protect him, okay?"
"Oh, are you his sister?" Tokage took the liberty of shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Springfield-san!"
"I'm not his sister! I mean that I'm his guardian, okay?"
Tokage took a pause, perplexed, and began to laugh, showing off a mouthful of sharp teeth. "I like you, you're funny!"
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Chisame groaned.
"I doubt it, kero," the girl with huge eyes said.
A very tiny, even shorter than Negi, boy walked to Negi and shook his hand. "Hey, Negi-kun, nice to meet you! Mineta Minoru!"
Negi smiled and nodded. "Likewise, Mineta-san. Thanks for the welcom-"
Mineta twiggled his eyebrows and smirked at him. "Chamo told me a lot about you!"
"... Chamo?" Negi said.
"Chamo?" Tokage asked.
"Chamo!" Chisame seethed.
"You know Chamo? From where..." Negi began carefully.
"Oh, we met at the course and he helped me a lot!" Mineta laughed. "He's very proud of you, so great on you, pal! The 'Magic' Quirk, huh? That sounded so awesome and useful!"
Tokage chuckled. "Magic!" she said, as if finding the word funny.
"Hey, look over there," Mineta pointed towards where the big breasted girl with black hair sat. She gulped in a very low tone and studiously hid her face in an open book on her desk.
"What is it, Mineta-san?" Negi asked, before realizing Mineta was reaching up to try and tickle his nose. He blushed and slapped Mineta's hand away. "So you really had a talk with Chamo!"
Mineta smirked impishly. "You can't blame a dude for trying!" He moved on Izuku. "And you, the ladykiller! You seduced one of the teachers already before entering! I'm impressed!"
Izuku blinked. "I did?"
"Don't be modest, everyone knows it!" He grinned, holding his phone up and showing him a video of Recovery Girl kissing him. "It's gone viral!"
"WAAAAHHHHHH!" Izuku backed away from him.
Mineta blinked. "You mean you didn't know?" He sounded honestly surprised, and then he was slapped by Bakugo against a wall. "Hey, what gives!?"
"TOO FAR!" Bakugo roared.
Izuku gasped. Katchan, meeting two standards in a single day? "Who are you and what have you done with Kat-" He began, but then melted as Uraraka Ochako came along to greet him.
"OIIIIIIII! Lucky, lucky, lucky, having you here!" she laughed, reaching over and slapping his arm several times. "I wanted to thank you personally! You know, over the other day! That was made of pure Win and Awesome! Whatta punch! Worthy of All Might! Present Mic-sensei agreed! So, we gonna study together, huh, huh? Huh? Uraraka Ochako! That's me!"
Izuku blushed and nodded. "Th-Thank you, that was nothing, Uraraka-san! I'm Midoriya Izuku!"
"Deku!" Bakugo huffed.
Ochako looked at him. "Gesundheit!" She looked back at Izuku. "What a weird way to sneeze. He must be a gaijin."
"N-No, he isn't..."
"I mean, look at that blond hair. Not that I have anything against foreigners, but-"
Then a tired, manly voice came from the floor. "If you are all done with your school romantic comedy, perhaps we could begin with the introductory class, just saying..."
Ochako looked down and shrieked. "AAAHHHH! A giant caterpillar!"
The giant caterpillar stood up lazily and unzipped itself, revealing itself as a man with stubble and messy long black hair, wearing all black and with bags under his reddened eyes, who was peeling his sleeping bag off himself. Everyone stared at him, stunned out their minds.
"AH!" the boy who had saved Izuku during the test with his powerful navel blast gasped. "You were here!?"
"Yes, always. I read that manga too," the man deadpanned. "I'm Aizawa Shota, your homeroom teacher..."
Tokage began laughing, slapping her knee and pointing at Negi. "A class with two Shotas! You can't make this up! HA HA HA!"
"I miss our own Setsuna so much now!" Chisame said.
"Don't we all?" Chachamaru asked. Beat. "Wait, were you being sarcastic again, Chisame-san?"
"It's going to be such a long school year..." Chisame moaned.
The teacher moved to the front of his classroom. He looked jadedly at the students.
"No, I'm not the janitor. I am, indeed, a pro Hero."
He took a breath and said, "Start stepping to the front and introduce yourselves."
"Uhhh… Sir?" Iida raised a hand. "Who should go first? Shouldn't you start according to the class roster?"
Aikawa shrugged. "What would the point be? Everyone will do it regardless. But someone should start already."
The pink skinned girl with horns had begun to stand from her seat when Aizawa raised a hand. "Wait. Before you start, there's something else to address." He pointed at Negi. "Springfield. After classes, head over to Tech Support and ask for Hatsume. She'll do something to help you with 'that thing'. And in the meantime, try not to do 'that thing' here, understood?"
Negi nodded. "Understood!"
"Good boy. Now you can start, young lady."
Iida bit on his lower lip. Is this another secret test of character? He wants to see who is too bold and full of themselves? Or doesn't he want us to be timid, to be forward and secure of ourselves instead? For that matter, what if we are supposed to call him out on his shoddy dress code, or would he scold us saying appearances don't matter? This is all more complex than it looks, but that is the way of the Pro Hero, isn't it!
The pink skinned girl with horns had skipped merrily to the front of the class while he thought that. She raised a hand. "Nice to meet you! Ladies go first, so here am I! I'm Ashido Mina! My Quirk is secreting a powerful acid through my skin, but don't worry! I can control it at will! So don't be afraid to shake my hand! Let's make some happy days together, okay!?"
Bakugo stepped on next. He glared at the rest of the students and shouted, "I'm Bakugo Katsuki! I'm here so I can be the best of Pro Heroes! I'm gonna be the next All Might! Scratch that, I'm gonna be better than him! That's the mindset a real hero should have! So there!"
As he returned to his chair, Aizawa hummed apathetically. "A person in the bloom of youth should be ambitious. Everything with moderation, of course…"
The tiny boy skipped over. "Mineta Minoru!" he said chirpily. "My hero dream is…"
He smirked and raised his eyebrows, cocking a fist on his ribs. "For the future, I'd like to establish strong and lasting bonds of everliving friendship with those most neglected of society. Ladies, who should always be taken care of by a strong hero and slash or fight side to side with those heroes as equal, should they happen to be heroines. I have devoted my life to their cause."
That's just a fancy way of saying you want to woo women! Chisame thought.
The green haired girl stepped next. "Tokage Setsuna! I really like helping others and learning and reading about dinosaurs! Dinosaurs are so cool, I modeled my superhero energy about them…!"
Negi tensed up on his seat. Chisame groaned.
Chachamaru. "Karakuri Chachamaru." She was as polite as ever. "I'm here to help Negi-sensei, Hasegawa-san, and the rest of my friends who are… elsewhere. If I can do anything for any of you, please just tell me so I can do my best. Thank you," she bowed.
Tokage blinked. "Sensei?"
Iida. He stood with his arms folded behind his back, then raised a hand and said loudly, "IIDA TENYA! Pleased to meet all of you! I am here to follow the path of a hero no matter what! For what are us without the society that has bred us? Without the families that placed high hopes on us? For their sakes, we must fight on, and what better path to fight than that of the hero? Never falter, dear compatriots, for together, we can accomplish—"
"Next," Aizawa said.
A boy with what Chisame assumed was a black crow mask.
"I am Tsukuyomi, a Hero of Darkness…" he said.
Negi's face twitched at that name. "Tsukuyomi."
"Your real name," Aizawa told Tsukuyomi. "Not your codename, you won't be using that for now."
"But that is my real name, the one sprung from the depths of my soul, the—"
"State what name they put on your birth certificate," the teacher said.
There was a very overwrought sigh of very heartfelt wounded dignity. "Tokoyami Fujikage."
"It wasn't so difficult, was it?" Aizawa noted. "Next."
"But I haven't shown yet my always loyal life companion in Darkness, the-!"
"There'll be time for that later, when I don't have so much of a headache," Aizawa sighed. "Next."
Negi stood before them. He smiled. "Sorry to be cliché, but I am genuinely pleased to be here with you! Thrilled, even! I am Negi Springfield, and this is a good new life experience! I want to be a hero like my father…"
"Who is your father?" asked a tall boy with hair that was half red, half white.
"Nagi Springfield, the Thousand Master!" Negi said with pride.
"Never heard of him!" Bakugo scoffed.
"He's a Welsh hero," Negi said. "I also really, really like dinosaurs!" He smiled at Setsuna, and Setsuna smiled back. Chisame growled under her breath.
Uraraka.
Izuku sighed.
She raised her hand. "Hi there! Uraraka Ochako! I control gravity!" She yanked the eraser from the desk, took it in her hands, and made it levitate to the ceiling. "Release!" she said, and it fell on her head, showering her on chalk. "Heh heh heh! See? I also can turn it on and off at will, like Ashida Mina-san!"
She dusted herself off, and said, "And what Bakugo Katsuki-san said is important, too. I mean, stating one's motives to be a hero from the start, because that's what defines you as a hero, isn't it? As for me, I want—"
She stretched a hand ahead, flexed the fingers, and said in a husky voice, "Money."
Everyone blinked.
"Lots of money," Uraraka said.
"Honestly is also important," Aizawa said blandly.
A tall boy with spiky red hair stood there and pumped a fist up. "My name is Kirishima Eishiro! Great class we have here, I really like what we're seeing so far! You all look like a bunch of interesting people!"
"May you live in interesting times and all of that," Aizawa sighed to himself.
A huge boy with a craggy rock like sharp tipped head fidgeted. He stood there for a few seconds, then said in a very low voice, "Koda Koji…"
He began talking in hand language signs to make up for it, but nobody in the student corps but Negi, Ochako, and the black haired busty girl seemed to understand, all nodding attentively during his long explanation.
The frog looking girl walked to the forefront. She stared blankly at everyone at first.
"Asui Tsuyu. Please call me Tsuyu, kero," she said.
There was a beat.
"I'm a frog, kero."
She hopped back to her seat.
"Well," Chisame said, "that explains everything...!"
A tall and scary looking young man with short white hair and six arms, three right ones and three left ones, held together by a membrane on each side. Half of his face was hidden by a purple mask.
"It's an honor," he told them. "Please let's all do our best. My name is Shoji Mezo. I'm still attempting to figure out my way in life, but I believe studying in UA will help me, as it seems to be my true calling."
A somewhat short and unremarkable looking girl with short purplish hair and a modest body figure. The young lady reminded Chisame of Bookstore, but with a more serious, a bit less cute face, smaller eyes and a red curved shape on each cheek. Also, she had long earplugs hanging from her ears. Cannot forget that.
"I'm Jiro Kyoka," she introduced herself calmly. "I'm afraid I'm not as passionate as some of you guys… But that doesn't mean I won't take this seriously. I believe people actually get to know each other through experience, so I'll leave it at that for now."
Chisame nodded to herself. She kind of respected this one so far. Her plain no nonsense but not haughty attitude sort of reminded her of Ayase's.
The handsome boy with half red and half white hair stepped up. The red half covered that side of his face, much like with Bookstore. When he spoke, his words were mild mannered, reluctant even, and dry in tone.
"You can call me Todoroki Shoto," he said. "I wield ice based powers and, uh, I know how to fight.
Izuku gasped. "Todoroki!? You mean… like Endeavour!?"
The tall boy glared at him quietly for a moment before he answered, his voice strained but no longer reluctant. "Yes. Like Endeavour."
Mineta raised his hand. "Is Endeavour related to you?"
"… yes, he is."
"Aaaaahhhh!" Ochako gushed. "Are you Endeavour's son!?"
Shoto slightly slumped ahead, hair obscuring all of his face now.
"Yes, he is, but don't think there is nepotism involved here," Aizawa said. "He has been tested and found an extremely able student."
"I don't remember seeing him anywhere during the tests…" Bakugo grumbled, putting his feet on his desk again. He looked at the girl with black hair and a buxom figure. "Or you for that matter!"
The girl blinked, then stood up as Shoto stepped down and returned to his seat. "I'm Yaoyorozu…"
She noticed she was introducing herself at the wrong spot and awkwardly walked to the front of the classroom, rubbing herself on an arm. She raised her voice as best as she could, "I… I am Yaoyoruzu Momo…"
"Like the Yaoyorozu Zaibatsu?!" excitedly asked one of the boys. "Are you one of them!?"
There were two very quiet and shy nods.
"Being a heroine… has been my dream since I was a very small child. Being here is a source of great joy and I'll fight to be worthy of the trust that has been placed on me, to give me a spot here amongst you. Thank you."
She walked back to her seat, face low and probably beet red. Most of the boys looked hard after her.
A confident looking blond boy stepped ahead.
He snapped his fingers. A large bolt of electricity jumped from them, chipping on the wall. Aizawa stared in a disapproving way, but the boy did not notice.
"Kaminari Denki!" he said. "Here to shock you and everyone by making my presence known in a jolt from above!"
The students stared at him, except Yaoyorozu, who was still berating herself quietly.
"I have electric powers. If you haven't noticed," he said.
Crickets chirped. "They are awesome powers. What's with that reaction?"
"All Might might step there and get the same reaction, if he had tried jokes like those, kero," Tsuyu said.
He frowned. "I was unaware this was the comedy school!"
"Sit down, you idiot," Bakugo snorted.
A quite tall, taller even than the other tall boys so far except Shoji, boy with a musclebound body and big, thick lips and spiky brown hair.
"Hey there, everyone!" He waved at them. "The name's Sato Rikido! I have enhanced lifting strength and endurance that are multiplied when my sugar intake increases! Cool power, huh?"
"What's your codename, Will Die Diabetic Boy?" Bakugo asked.
Izuku came next. He gulped and stepped to the forefront. He forced himself to smile as Negi and Ochako discreetly waved support at him, and Chachamaru gave him a stoic thumb up.
"My name is Midoriya Izuku…"
"Deku!" Bakugo scoffed.
"Gesunheidt," Ochako said primly.
Izuku sighed. "Just like Yaoyorozu-san, my dream since my earliest childhood has been a Hero of Justice! It's awesome, being with all of you here today!" He opened his arms. "I don't know what codename will I take, or what my costume will be, or what kind of villains will we fight, but I'm sure we'll do it together and emerge better people from the experience! That is our destiny, since the hearts of heroes also beat in you! This is Our Hero Academia!"
(TM and C Horikoshi Kohei and Shueisha!)
"Oh, conventional but spirited! I like that!" Laser-Navel-Boy nodded, and Ochako began clapping. After a moment, so did Negi, and as soon as she saw Negi doing it, Tokage followed suit, laughing musically. Then Ashido, and then Chachamaru. Yaoyorozu blushed and also began clapping very quietly. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mineta waved their fists up, so cheering in their own way.
"Woo! Wooo! WOOOO!"
Izuku gulped and blushed. "Th-Thank you, everyone!"
A school where he was actually admired and looked up at! Well, assuming they weren't being ironic, some of them at least. The way Mineta was laughing was making him wonder.
Chisame grumbled and finally joined the applause, feeling like a dork.
Navel-Lazer-Boy was the next. "What can I say?" he grinned, white teeth glinting. "I'm just a humble hero in training ready to take the stage by assault. Remember this name well, friends! Aoyama Yuga! The rising star from France, the land of champions and battle saints! You will look back at this day once you have become great heroes yourselves, and you will think—"
Tsuyu looked away. "They eat frogs in France. Don't get close to me, kero."
"Are you going to engage into stereotypes from the start?" the boy asked her.
Chisame hid her face in her hands. These imbeciles were worse than 3-A! Why had she joined that stupid trip? Right now she could be still in Mahora, Hakase and Yotsuba and Rainyday weren't such bad company, and after a while you got used to Evangeline, and…
"Pssst, Chisame. Your turn," she heard Negi, elbowing her from the seat next to hers.
She looked at him with irritation. "What?"
The blond boy with a strong physique and a long tail was bowing at his new co-students. "Thank you for the warm welcome. You are all very nice," Ojiro Mashirao said formally, and returned to his desk.
Chisame blinked. She looked all around the room, noticed that everyone else had introduced themselves indeed, and sighed.
Chisame took her turn at bat. "My name is Hasegawa Chisame. I am a fan of computers, and I've been told that I know my way about hacking. I studied with Karakuri here and one of the students of 1-B before joining UA. I'm also the legal guardian of Negi."
"Don't you need to be of legal age to be anyone else's legal guardian?" Kaminari wondered.
"I was as surprised as you when I learned I was," Chisame put a finger on her forehead. "Sorry I'm not giving you a longer speech but I have a splitting headache for some reason."
"Hooray for Hasegawa-san!" Ochako pumped her fist up.
Chisame looked at her, surprised at that.
"You look like you could use the cheering. Didn't you like it?" Ochako said.
What did you even say to something like that?
"Well, now I'll give you a not legally obligatory, but regardless expected from me, introductory lecture on what heroism means, and what UA and society in general expect from you," Aizawa said after they all introduced themselves. His tone was if anything flatter than before.
He went on a large rant about the virtues of heroes and the legacy of do-gooding, one Izuku remembered reading in a book somewhere before. It was such a long lecture that Ashido fell asleep through it, not that Aizawa bothered to wake her up. Only Negi, Iida, and Yaoyoruzu paid attention to every word, taking notes, as even Chachamaru had gone into rest mode with her eyes playing small screen savers.
Bakugo folded his arms and grumbled to himself every minute of it, while Izuku was just confused. There was no passion in this man's voice, unlike what he had seen of Present Mic, so why was he even working at UA?
"- and as they all say, Plus Ultra," Aizawa finished the lecture just as the bell rang. Then he smiled, and it was an actual, if very tiny, smile. "Now that we have gotten that out of the way, the actual lessons for you start tomorrow."
Tsuyu prodded Ashido awake. "Uh? Huh? Wha? Wha? Wha?"
"Springfield," Aizawa said as most of the students began leaving. "Remember. Hatsume Mei, so she does something about that."
He nodded. "Of course, Sensei. But... Where is Tech Support anyway?"
Aizawa turned around and left the classroom. "If you can't find them on your own what are you doing trying to apply as a Pro?"
They looked after him. "Uh, well, excuse me," Negi said after he was far enough.
"I heard that," Aizawa said.
"I didn't mean to offend!"
"Who was that anyway?" Chisame asked Izuku as they left the class with Negi and Chachamaru. "I never saw him in any of the news."
"That's Eraser Head, the Quirk erasing hero," Izuku lectured them, finger wagging. "He isn't very popular since he acts during nights, hidden by the protective shadows. It took me a while recognizing him. What a honor! Receiving the cold shoulder from Eraser Head!"
"Eraser Head..." Negi said.
"With a name like that..." Chachamaru said as a thought balloon of a man with a head shaped like the eraser of a pencil appeared above her, "One would think of something like this..."
Chisame looked up at the thought balloon. "Isn't that a villain of Batman? By the way, Midoriya-san, why aren't you upset about Uraraka-san?"
"Why would I be upset with her?" Izuku asked.
"You know, because she has a purely mercenary interest on heroism. All she wants is money," Chisame said. "Wouldn't that go against your principles?"
He shrugged the question off and said "I follow my principles but I don't force anyone into following them, as long as they don't hurt anyone. If she wants money she has every right to it. Everyone has some entitlement to be paid over what they do!"
"You remind me of Chao-san's take on Capitalism," reminisced the robot.
"Chisame, you know about how Tatsumiya-san acts greedy all the time, don't you?" Negi asked.
"Everyone knows. What does that have to do with this?" asked Hasegawa.
Negi wagged his finger. "In truth, she invests most of the money she makes on the orphanage she grew up in. We don't know what Uraraka-san wants that money for, so we can't judge her motives."
Izuku smiled. "Exactly! Well, you've got to meet this Hatsume person, don't you? If you want me to, I can go with you..."
"No need for that, go get your room ready and we'll talk later," Negi laughed, waving at him. "It's been a long day and you need some rest!"
"If you say so. See you tomorrow, Negi-san," Izuku said, he and Chachamaru splitting from them with Chachamaru bowing at the others.
"The same applies to you, Chisame, if you want," Negi said.
She stuck with him. "I room with you, remember? I can't get rid of you even here. So what difference does that make?"
Negi smiled at her tsundereness. "Fine, let's see what this individual has to offer then..."
They arrived to the Technology Support wing after asking some students around, and from there it took a few more questions to locate the quarters of Hatsume Mei. The locals however appeared somewhat wary, for a lack of a better word, when giving information about her.
"Are you sure you want to go there?" was a common question. "Wouldn't you want to see Power Loader instead?"
They finally stopped before a wide and heavy metal door at the end of a hall. Chisame gulped. "This feels like the first time I roomed with Hakase!"
"You still can turn back," Negi said calmly, before putting his knuckles on the door and rapping gentle, since there was no bell to be seen.
"Identify yourself," said a muffled voice from inside the room.
"Negi Springfield, ma'am!" Negi said. "Aizawa Shota-sensei sent me..."
The doors opened themselves slowly, as a booming voice began blaring from their top.
"Introducing, the woman, the legend, the Ace of Robotics, the Empress of Invention, the Princess of Advanced Programming! Behold the brilliance and amazing brainpower of the one and only HATSUME MEI!"
The doors were fully open now, revealing a bipedal mech, heavily armed, that had been standing inside, with a young lady standing on top of it. She was very beautiful, with shoulder lenght pink hair, a large chest, bright golden eyes, and a shapely, fit body. Unlike Hakase's usual labcoats in her line of job, she wore a tight, sleeveless black top and baggy black pants over sturdy, black boots.
Hatsume Mei leaned ahead and grinned at them.
"Welcome to the World of Tomorrow...!"
"Oh, goodness," Negi said.
Next: The Dry Eye Syndrome, Part Two.