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"Alright ladies, time for a bit of theory," said Shirou, allowing the two people who had been sentenced to train under him to collapse to their knees in exhaustion as sweat poured from their brows. The midday sun was bearing down heavily on them and despite the fact that Shirou had joined them through every exercise thus far he was yet to show any signs of slowing down.

Kendo had found that this had been the way that Shirou's lessons had been thus far. They got up at what should have been a criminal hour in order to start their physical exercises before the sun had even crept into the day. For nearly six hours they would go through countless different exercises, slowly pushing their limits ever forward. She hated to admit but the brutal training regime was definitely working. Then they would spend a bit of time chatting before going to get some food from the cafeteria before Shirou would destroy them in combat over and over again.

The worst part of it all was that he had decreed that at no time were any of them allowed to use their quirks!

"Now, can either of you tell me why I've instructed both of you not to utilise your quirks in combat thus far?" Shirou asked of them as they struggled to get their breathing in check.

While her first instinct was to tell him that it was because he was a sadist, she was well aware that such comments typically had her writhing in more pain than normal in the afternoon's session. "Because, I don't know, we're able to keep our quirks hidden against our opponent," said Kendo as she allowed the sweat to drip from her brow.

"Precisely."

"Wait? Really?" said Kendo, surprised that she had given the answer that Shirou was after.

"The two of you have quirks that, when utilised in combat, are able to give you the element of surprise but only when used correctly," said Shirou. "Kendo, if you were to show off your quirk before a fight has even begun then you've wasted any opportunity to gain the upper hand on them. As soon as they know what you are capable of then they will plan to counter you accordingly. If you are to wait until their guard is open and enlarge your fist at the last possible second, they have no time to respond and victory is almost assured."

Kendo knew that when Shirou said the word 'almost' he meant it. He had good points in that all the battles she had fought as part of class thus far it was very easy for her peers to see what was coming at them. She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head as she considered just how much she telegraphed her attacks when every blow was far larger than normal and consequently far easier to see.

"Later on today, we're going to work on the speed at which you can alter the size of your hands," stated Shirou before he turned his attention to Yaoyorozu. "For yourself, we will be working on the speed and variety of things you can create from your body. If you can fend off a foe long enough for them to not know what it is that you are truly capable of then you will find yourself in a favourable situation. The ability to craft whatever you can comprehend is something remarkable but it is limited to how much you can focus under stress. Being able to bring forth the right thing at the right moment is critical and if used poorly you can give away your advantage, resulting in your enemies trying to attack you from a distance to prevent whatever you bring forth being able to hit them."

"If I may, can I ask about your own quirk?" asked Yaoyorozu as she got to her feet, dabbing her brow with a handkerchief she had crafted.

"What about it?" asked Shirou as he crossed his arms.

"The weapons you create, is there any way for me to make something like them?" she asked, almost hopeful.

"Make a sword," instructed Shirou, Yaoyorozu obliging and forging a standard broadsword out of her hip, gripping onto the pommel as the tip of the blade came free from her skin. "Now tell me, what properties does your sword have?"

"Oh, umm, well the blade itself is made from steel..."

"And why is it inferior to any steel sword I can craft?" asked Shirou, cutting her off.

Yaoyorozu blinked in confusion at the question, knowing full well that she had made it to the best of her ability. "I don't know," she answered honestly.

Shirou brought a sword into existence, one that was almost identical to the one that Yaoyorozu held. "The swords you create have not been through the intense process which all weapons go through. You've skipped steps such as forging, heat treatment and polishing to name a few. These steps are fundamental in what makes a weapon truly stand out."

"I understand," said Yaoyorozu, somewhat deflated.

"There is one last characteristic of the weapons that I can create that make a vast difference," said Shirou as the sword he had crafted vanished into nothingness, only to be replaced by something that neither of the two students had predicted. "What do you make of this?"

"It's a scalpel," said Kendo, unsure of what Shirou was getting at.

"Hold it," he said as he twirled it in his hand before offering it to Kendo, with the point facing him. Awkwardly, she stepped forward before taking the piece of medical equipment from him. "Tell me, do you feel anything from that?"

There was several seconds pause while Kendo tried to feel anything from the item in her hand. "Umm...should I?" she asked uncertainly before passing the item on to Yaoyorozu.

"No," said Shirou. "That scalpel is one that I recently saw in the hospital here. This one however," he said as he crafted another scalpel, "is a little more special."

Kendo obliged the theatrics as she grabbed hold of the medical equipment presented to her, expecting to feel nothing as she had before only to pause ever so slightly, uncertainty flowing through her system. "What?" she said slowly, not sure what it was she was feeling right now. There was a sense of foreboding dread, as if she shouldn't be handling the item in her hands.

"This scalpel belonged to Josef Mengele, the German's Todesengal during World War Two," explained Shirou.

"Todesengal?" repeated Yaoyorozu.

"Angel of Death." Kendo couldn't help but shriek a bit as she dropped the scalpel, taking a step back to ensure that she didn't stab herself with the medical relic. Yaoyorozu looked at the scalpel with disdain before Shirou allowed the item to evaporate into nothingness, along with the scalpel that she had been holding. "Those two scalpels were incredibly similar regarding materials used, weight, sharpness and so on. However what you could feel with Josef's scalpel was experience. It was an item used for radical surgeries and human experimentation. Now tell me, if I was to use one of those two scalpels, which of them would serve me better?"

"Josef's," answered Yaoyorozu.

"Yes, while I couldn't use it as well as him, I could use his scalpel and perform higher level surgeries than what I could if I used a standard scalpel. So to bring it all back around Yaoyorozu, the central reason you can't create some of the weapons I can, is because you create something new, untouched and inexperienced. Everything I craft is rich in history and experience, something which can't simply be created."

"I think that's enough for now, so let's go get some lunch."

Kendo and Yaoyorozu couldn't help but nod in unison as they followed Shirou towards the cafeteria, both of them feeling slightly squeamish after having heard Shirou's explanation. It also didn't help that they got the uneasy feeling that he had used that vile item at least once before.

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From an outsiders perspective, having decided to join such a physically challenging internship would have seemed foolish to many who had her quirk. The number of times she had been rendered helpless however in the countless battles both with and instructed by Shirou however had shown her that her combat abilities weren't as strong as they could have been. Had Uraraka's internship however been worth it thus far?

Yes, yes it had.

Gun Head's instructions thus far had been heavily insightful and he had been impressed by the skills she possessed. Skills that she hadn't had when she had first been accepted into U.A. As brutal as Shirou's lessons were, there was no denying the fact that her fighting ability had increased. Simple things such as her reaction time, confidence and her decision making had improved, little bits which could drastically alter the flow of battle.

"That's enough for today," said Gun Head as he clasped his hands together, signalling that the training had come to an end.

Hearing that, Uraraka wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her palm, fatigue creeping over her body. Bouncing the tips of her fingers off of one another, she couldn't help but be curious as to how everybody's internships were going. She couldn't help but be especially worried about how 'his' internship was going.

"You're thinking of a boy, aren't you," said Gun Head from far closer than Uraraka had realised he was, his hand placed over his mouth despite the fact his face was hidden by his mask.

"What? No! Of course not!" shouted Uraraka as she waved her arms back and forth, the blush on her face glowing vibrantly.

"Don't worry," he said, almost giggling as he did so. "I'm sure you'll have plenty to show him when you return to class in a few days."

That was a daunting reminder for Uraraka that her internship was soon coming to an end and school life would soon resume. It would be interesting talking to all of her classmates to see how everyone had gone with their individual training. She was sure that so many of her peers would have done some amazing things during their internships and she couldn't wait to hear them all.

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Midoriya reacted as best as he could as the train he had been on with Gran Torino had the wall crashed in, a hero being thrown violently through as a monster followed swiftly behind. A monster that was far too familiar for his liking.

As the screeching of the brakes kicked in, Midoriya could barely make out the sound of Gran Torino telling him to stay in place as he shot forth head first into the Nomu. The old him would have panicked, flailed about and wondered why his mentor had left him without a second thought. Instead he moved swiftly towards where the injured hero was, checking for vital signs as he did so.

While his consciousness had been knocked clean out of him, the man was still breathing which was as good a sign as any. Ensuring that the man had no external injuries that could jeopardize his life, Midoriya took a look over his shoulder at the destruction caused by the Nomu. With the train still slowing down he could clearly see Hosu and the damage being done to it as an explosion rang off in the distance.

Did he have the strength necessary to be able to take a Nomu down? Highly doubtful. Even with five percent of One for All flooding his body he was barely able to compete with Gran Torino.

What he could do however was help those who were in fear. He could help those on the streets who were panicking over what was happening and help lead them to safety.

These were things that he could do.

This was what Deku could do.

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Stain sat watching the television, perched in place as the destruction happening in Hosu ravaged the town. It was these moments that transfixed him as he witnessed those who had the potential to truly shine as a hero and those who were a hindrance on society as they pretended to play hero.

Part of him wished to be in Hosu at that moment to enact justice upon those who were failures, mere sheep in a system unable to do anything at the moment when people truly needed them. It was during these times that a so called hero tempted faith by trying something that they were incapable of. Especially against enemies like the ones that had flashed across the camera. All of them looked odd and Stain knew that something wasn't quite right. The destruction being caused seemed to be without reason, something which irked him to no end.

Yet for some reason he didn't feel as if it was their fault. Whenever one glanced across the screen it seemed to be single focused, as if the rest of the world around them meant nothing. Theoretically, that mean that somebody was controlling these creatures from the shadows, keeping their own hands clean for the time being. Was such a thing possible? Considering what the witch was capable of a little bit of mind controlling bestial looking creatures seemed as if it would be child's play to a person with the right quirk.

The screen panned upwards slightly, spotting debris about to crash to the ground. As the camera dropped it settled on a young girl crying who happened to be and was only saved from certain death by a teenager garbed in hero attire made from a green bodysuit. Stain couldn't help but allow a small smile to creep across his face as the news feed cut out. It seemed that within the new generation of heroes stepping forward there were those who wished to be a proper hero instead of being a fake.

He just hoped that society wouldn't corrupt them and take away their true nature.

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Todoroki ran alongside the sidekicks his father had partnered him with while he had rushed off to confront one of the Nomu. He had had temporary flashbacks when he had seen the monster and witnessed how similar it was to the beast that had been utilized in the villainous assault back at school. Now however, Shirou wasn't available to take on the regenerating creatures.

When he had recognized them for what they were, he had conveyed every bit of information he could recall to his father who seemed somewhat relieved to have some manner of intel on the enemies running rampant across the city. Whether the enemies they were now facing had the same absurd levels of strength as the Nomu back at U.A. had yet to be determined but Todoroki knew that he had to help wherever he could.

The sound of collapsing rubble alerted him and he took a quick look at the sidekicks he had been with. "I'm going to check to see if anybody was injured," he said, pointing off in the direction that he had heard the destruction come from.

"Keep your coms on, radio if you need assistance," shouted one of them, knowing that in a crisis such as this that keeping in contact with one another would be crucial.

"Got it," replied Todoroki as he broke off from the rest, keeping a steady pace as he ran around the nearby corner to be greeted with a sight that he didn't expect to see. "Midoriya?"

"Todoroki?" said Midoriya with the same level of confusion that his peer had as he held onto the child that he had saved moments ago. Quickly though, the two of them remembered just what hellish situation they were in and abandoned all unnecessary questions.

"Are you helping guide evacuees?" asked Todoroki, looking at the young girl that was crying in Midoriya's arms.

"There's an emergency shelter not far from here," assured Midoriya. "If you could watch my back while I escort this girl there it would be really helpful."

"Of course," said Todoroki as he gave a slight nod of the head.

"Alright, we're going to get you to safety now, just hold on tight," said Midoriya, doing his best to calm down the girl in his arms. They gave him a meek nod despite the fear pulsing through her system.

Without another word, Midoriya started running with Todoroki right behind him knowing full well that he could trust his teammate to keep him safe were anything to go wrong. Thankfully, after a couple of tense minutes they managed to make their way to the shelter where they were met with a traumatized mother, screaming out in desperate hope for thier missing child. Upon seeing them, tears of joy quickly swept down her face as she took the child away from Midoriya.

"Thank you so much," she said as her daughter wrapped her arms around her neck.

"No problem," said Midoriya.

"Best you get inside now," said Todoroki, knowing that danger still lurked everywhere.

Without another word, the woman turned and rushed inside leaving the two students standing on the street. "What now?" asked Midoriya.

Todoroki reached to his radio but paused as his attention was driven upwards where a Nomu flapped its gigantic wings, staring at the two of them with unblinking eyes. "To get that as far away from here as possible," he said without missing a beat.

As if sensing their resolve, the Nomu released a sickening shriek before diving at the pair of them only to be met by a torrent of flames, Todoroki shooting the inferno at the creature who seemed to burst through it unfazed. Midoriya allowed the five percent of One for All that he could control to circulate through his body. "Stop!" he shouted, Todoroki obeying the instructions swiftly before Midoriya leaped straight at the creature, driving his knee into the jaw of the creature. As he dropped to the ground, Todoroki reacted by sending several piercing icicles into the air in an attempt to penetrate the wings.

While his attack struck through, the Nomu's skin was too tough and instead of stabbing through it merely pushed the Nomu further into the air. "Damn it," he said through gritted teeth as the Nomu recovered and flew above the danger, circling them high above the sky.

"This way," said Midoriya as he ran off towards some open space, anywhere that was far away from where the civilians were hiding. Todoroki quickly clued on to what he was doing, following suit in the hope that the Nomu would give chase. It did, hovering high in the sky as it stalked the two teenagers running through the streets.

"Any ideas on how to take it down?" asked Todoroki, throwing nervous glances over his shoulder awaiting the next moment the Nomu would strike.

"Freeze it to the ground," declared Midoriya. "If I can get above it and knock it down, you pin it down with all the ice you can muster."

"Got it," said Todoroki as he skidded on the spot, Midoriya doing the same. Both boys quickly locked their sight on their target which descended into a steep dive.

It was time to be heroes.

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