OmniUIShaggyOverexaggerated: Genki is definitely the embodiment of Vigorous Vitality, as shown in this chapter.

Re: Well, it helps that he can scarf down bread like Premium, and his various Mutant traits don't hurt either.

LoamyCoffee: I'm so excited~ excellent cameo by them Seijin students, plus with non visible faces, you can give them whatever personality you wish! I also eagerly await seeing if you show what the others do in their recommended internships~

Re: Yeah, I always thought the Seijin students were cool, and that they could've gotten a bit more screentime. Red's [Object Gigantification] in particular was way cool because of the sheer utility of it; off the top of my head he could use paper clips to stop a building from collapsing. And if he chucked a fire extinguisher, he could totally KO another [Gigantification] user. And seriously, I think those nails he was chucking did grow to be as big as lamp posts. That's scary!
Especially when you consider that he could throw ordinary detritus with enough force to shatter solid ice. Just imagine who he could take out with a baseball!

Jin Shirinue: Either you took the time to do some serious studying of actual ninja history, or your a Gaijin Goomba fan, either way I approve.

Re: A little of Column A, a little of Column B.

*MHA*

"HOW COULD YOU GET RAMEN WITHOUT MEEEEEEEE!?" the orange-clad Negi wailed as the door to the ramen shop was thrown open, Genki and Edgeshot looking up from their noodles to see the haggard cluster of colorful ninja standing outside the door in varying states of exhaustion.

"Oh hey there. It only took you one and a half hours to catch on~" Edgeshot chirped happily, eye-smiling as he grabbed a piece of Chashu Pork with his chopsticks and waved it in their faces.

"Well shit, looks like I owe you a thousand yen," Genki hummed.

"You were betting on us?!" Red shouted.

"Just a friendly wager," Edgeshot assuaged coyly. "So, who wants lunch before we get to training? I think someone needs to revisit the fundamentals."

"Negi don't you dare-"

"One ramen with everything on it!"

"Uuuuugh…" Red groaned. " . . . Wait a minute?! You mean you've been pigging out on ramen for one and a half hours!?"

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous," Edgeshot returned. "We took the long way around, and then pigged out on ramen until you got here," he clarified. "And let me tell ya, this guy can eat," he said jabbing a thumb Genki's way.

" . . . What?" he asked as the gathered Heroes-in-Training stared incredulously at the stack of bowls beside him. "My Quirk is very calorie-intensive."

*MHA*

Compared to Edgeshot and his fellow interns who were dressed like ninja in the ninja capital of Japan/the world, only Genki stood out in his Hero costume; which was really saying something when Heroes went on patrol out in the open. A far cry from the storied past where Heroes stuck to the shadows and were more often than not shot on sight by civilians and local law enforcement alike.

While Edgeshot's selfie and autograph requests came more from his fame as a Hero than his ninja aesthetic, his interns looked like any other troupe of ninjas you'd see across Iga, and were frenzied with selfie and picture requests for the novelty of them being ninjas instead of HITs.

Genki found himself excluded from such treatment for the majority of the time, though he got a few requests, and the emotive abilities of his Kamen Rider-like eyes definitely caught a few of them by surprise, even with all the amazing Support Items out there.

If ever there was time to use the- "smile and wave" -advice his Onee-samas had given him, then there was the time and place; and it paid off.

*MHA*

"Alright, now that we've had our ramen break, we'll be working on your Quirk Reinforcement until five o'clock. You're not allowed to go on patrol until then."

If the "Rainbow Clan" had any objection, they didn't show it.

Currently they were in a larger clearing behind the Ninja Mansion acting as the front for Edgeshot's agency, numerous tools for Quirk Reinforcement scattered about.

Ninja Blue was firing his [Mud] Quirk into the woods, using a foot-triggered timer to measure how long he could continuously fire with both hands, and extending that time. Ninja Black was similarly firing his [Water] Quirk into a nearby stream, also timing himself as well as extending the time he could do so out of both hands, while visibly straining to elevate the pressure. Ninja Red was off to the side with an entire bucket of miscellaneous metal parts, training his [Object Gigantification] not only to extend the amount of time he could keep said objects "Gigantified", but also the number he could "Gigantify" simultaneously. Ninja Yellow, Ninja Yellow 2, and Ninja Green were all working together, the latter dangling from what looked like a lamp post in his inflated form, with the Yellow Twins playing a human game of tetherball using their [Bulk Up] Quirks, training Green's durability to stay inflated after taking consecutive hits, while the Yellow Twins trained the durability of their Quirks before they were forced to relax. Ninja Orange was continually producing clones and having them fight one another, not only attempting to increase the clone's durability, but also the quantity of clones he could produce within a timeframe. Ninja Violet was repeatedly turning herself invisible while extending the amount of gear she could make invisible alongside her; whenever she exceeded her weight capacity, her toes up would remain visible.

That just left Ninja Aqua, Ninja Cobalt, and Ninja Pink whose Quirks he hadn't seen before now.

Ninja Aqua, who could project a two-pronged plasma blade from his right hand, was repeatedly slashing into a bin full of sand, as well as the glass each pass of his super-heated blades created. Ninja Cobalt, possessing a Quirk like [Astral Projection], was not only training the amount of time he could project outside of his body by bouncing between staff members, but also the number of people he could possess in succession, as well as dominating those with strong personalities. Ninja Pink, capable of turning their body into pink smoke like that guy with the cigars from that really old anime that persisted well into Paranormality, was fighting against an industrial-strength fan, not only training his ability to resist high winds, but also his ability to remain in his smoke-like state without flying completely apart.

That just left him, and a rather interesting piece of equipment that seemed tailor-made for him.

"From what your Quirk Registration Form states, you have the proportionate strength, speed, and abilities of numerous cockroach breeds, including the ability to gather air through spiracles in your skin," Edgeshot began. "To increase the quality and quantity of air you can take in through the spiracles farther away from your lungs, you'll be training the spiracles on the lower half of your body while the upper half is submerged in water," he said indicating the training aid.

It looked like an ordinary dunk tank, with a viewing window in the front for bystanders to look in on, but instead of a seat connected to a target that'd dunk him, there was instead an adjustable rig he'd strap his ankles into that'd allow him to dunk himself into the water.

"Hm, interesting," Genki hummed.

"I take it you've practiced Quirk Reinforcement before?" Edgeshot asked.

"To an extent," Genki nodded. "Sometimes I'd sit on a grate over an oil drum and fill it with my [Oilpiration], time how long it took to fill it, and measure the quality of the oil."

"What'd you do with it once the drum was full?" the No.5 asked curiously.

"Sell it to companies that made cosmetics or industrial lubricants," he answered. "The other facets of my Quirk I trained with friends and family through spars since I was a kid. It wasn't enough for the Entrance Exam, but obviously it got me through the Sports Festival."

"Most of the time I have my interns watch one another. Do you require any supervision?"

"No, I know how much work I need to put into this," Genki said stripping out of his costume until he was left only in his speedo trunks. "What're you going to do?"

"Train with my [Foldabody] until I'm needed elsewhere. Can't get rusty. Oh! Before I go," he said fishing through his pockets. "Here."

"What's this?"

"A dead-man switch. You depress it, the rig lowers you into the water. You let go and it hauls you out."

"Good to know…" Genki hummed, palming the device in his hand. "Good luck with your training."

"Thanks. You too," Edgeshot returned with an eyesmile.

The next moment he was off like a gunshot, breaking the sound barrier as he vanished from sight.

"Alright. Time to get to work," Genki nodded.

He was no stranger to breathing with orifices other than his mouth, but using his spiracles while his upper body was submerged under water was definitely a new one.

*MHA*

"Alright, I think that's enough practice for today," Edgeshot said clapping his hands, the gathering of ninjas falling to their knees in exhaustion. "Someone fish Genki out of the dunk tank. We're going on patrol."

"A-Ano… Excuse me…" Ninja Violet said knocking on the glass, Genki's oily hair floating around him like a halo. "I-It's time to go on patrol."

Genki opening his eyes released the trigger, the rig hauling his ankles up and lifting him out of the water.

"Say again?"

"We're going on patrol," she repeated.

"Ah, okay. Just gimme a minute," Genki said as he undid the ankle latches.

"Alright, my little genin, we're drawing lots, so all of you form up," Edgeshot said holding a cluster of straws in his hand. "Odd color out gets to patrol with me."

At those words the gathered ninja scrambled forward for the straws in the lead ninja's hand, each desperate for the "odd color out" that'd give them the opportunity to patrol with the No. 5 Hero. By the time Genki got toweled off and hopped over, half-dressed, only one straw was left, which Edgeshot held out to him directly.

"Alright, kids. Colors out," Edgeshot ordered, the ninjas gathered in a circle and holding their colored straws forward.

Ninja Blue and Black held a pair of Red straws, Ninja Yellow 1 and Red held a pair of Blue Straws, Ninja Yellow 2 and Green held the Green Straws, Ninja Orange and Cobalt held White, Ninjas Aqua, Pink, and Violet held a trio of Black Straws.

That only left the "odd straw out", colored purple, in Genki's own hand.

"Tch, lucky bastard…" Ninja Red scoffed.

"Sometimes a little luck's all you need," Genki chirped, meeting the veteran intern's ire with sass. "So, how're we going to do this?" he asked turning to Edgeshot.

"I'll trail behind you covertly, see how you handle yourself 'on your own'."

"And how's the No. 5 Hero going to pull off 'covert'?"

A fluttering of cloth and a pull-away of his costume later, and Edgeshot was no longer clad in his iconic Hero Costume, but instead in an extremely stereotypical set of navy blue ninja attire.

" . . . I know this is the ninja capital of Japan, but how is that 'covert'?" Genki blinked at the man's secondary outfit.

*MHA*

"I… would like to take the opportunity to amend my previous statement…" Genki hummed five minutes later after Edgeshot had completely vanished into the landscape. From store clerks to employees to enthusiasts to weeabu, all around him mingled into the crowd were ninjas, ninjas, and more ninjas.

Despite being the No. 5 Hero, Edgeshot had well and truly disappeared, despite this being his home turf. Or maybe it was because it was his home turf he was so-easily capable of vanishing into the background.

"I guess I'll go on patrol," he shrugged, looking down at the map that he and the other interns had copies of. The city was divided into color-coded chunks so no group of interns would overlap too thoroughly. In the event that anyone ever got in over their heads, Edgeshot with his ability to move at the speed of sound and an intimate knowledge of the cityscape would be able to assist them at a moments' notice.

The patrol itself wasn't too eventful for the first couple of hours. Apart from posing for a few photos, taking part in selfies, or explaining to the cops that he was interning and thus allowed to be out and about with his costume, nothing of note really happened in his neck of the woods.

After Edgeshot reminded him to stay hydrated and how-important it was for Hero work, as well as the names of the stores that were set to give his interns discounts, Genki also took the opportunity to dip into social media and see if any of his peers were making any splashes with their respective agencies.

The bulk of 1-A was borderline nonexistent across the various media streams he'd checked, though given it was only their first day that was to be expected. What else was expected was that Todoroki and Bakugou were easy enough to find even on their first day, having chosen to intern with the No. 2 and No. 4 Heroes respectively.

Todoroki looked brooding as always from his place behind Endeavor, though not as-brooding as during the Sports Festival, meaning whatever Midoriya had said to him had gotten through that thick skull of his.

Bakugou on the other hand, trailing stiffly behind Best Jeanist and looking like he'd just gotten a tabasco enema, looked like a choir group threw up all over him if his hair was any indicator. Seriously, there had to be, like, a whole tub of hair gel on that thing.

Yaoyarozu, interning with Uwabami, a successful Model and Spokesperson on top of her Hero career, stood dutifully in the background of the Hero-Model's numerous fan pictures, and by the look on her face, she was trying to apply "wax on, wax off" logic to something relatively straightforward.

Tokoyami interestingly-enough had been able to intern with the No. 3 Hero, Hawks, though the picture of him being carried by Hawks and flown around was maybe a tad embarrassing; especially if the look on the Mutant's face was anything to go by.

Then again, it may've just been a nuance of he himself being a Mutant and able to catch the subtle tells that most non-Mutants would miss.

These outstanding cases aside, the bulk of 1-A were interning with low-tier Hero Agencies and were thus "invisible" as their fame from their showing at the Sports Festival began to evaporate, though Kaminari did make a couple guest appearances on Gunvolt's numerous fansites, and-

"Wait, is he copying GV's hair?"

Funnily-enough, he was trying to copy GV's look, though the Pro's stoic nature in contrast to Kaminari's casual expression created a gulf between the two that, if anything, just made Kaminari look like another Hero Fanboy and not a serious intern.

Ashido didn't appear alongside Kamadouma, who being a rather niche, lesser-known, and fame-forsaking Hero, only had a single news article about him that day concerning a lesser Villain's head being put through a concrete wall.

So yeah, nothing new there…

The Hero that Sero was interning with, the Spider Thread Hero: Arachnid, was, pun definitely not intended, a bit of a recluse, choosing to stick to the shadows as an ambush-type Hero, similar to Eraserhead. That wasn't to say that his godmother couldn't operate out in the open, but with her youthful looks she often chose to pose as a high school girl wearing various uniforms to blend into the landscape, doing so in a strictly professional manner. The fact that she hadn't aged much since her high school days only helped matters since most villains gunning for her disguised self wouldn't know who she was until after the noose had been tightened; sometimes literally.

For that reason, he didn't expect to see anything of Sero unless his auntie made a really big bust with her Capture Weapon, the Kumoito.

He still didn't know how she controlled the damn thing; half the time it moved like it was alive, but that was ridiculous, even by today's standards.

That just left the last of the students he'd pulled strings for, Rikido Sato.

Some would consider the letter of introduction for Kabutomushi a death sentence, especially for a first-year student. However, given the number of Interns that died before graduation anyway, even if the "training from hell" had more often than not caused those under her care to wash out of the Hero Program in its entirety, if Rikido could survive the attention of his other auntie, then the Sweets Hero could become a veritable force of nature.

Though if he became anything like Kabutomushi, perhaps he ought to swap those white cloth gloves for red rubber.

Hypothetical manslaughter aside, there was one more student Genki had to look into before completing his rounds on the net.

Trying to avoid any stalker-ish tendencies, Genki gave Tsuyu the same dedication in his web searches for her as he did the rest of his classmates. Apparently, the pretty Mutant girl was interning with the Sea Rescue Hero: Selkie, though the only real photograph including her in it was one where she stood alongside a younger Pro Hero by the name of Sirius, Selkie's sidekick.

'Must… resist… stupidity impulse…!' he thought forcing himself not to save the picture of Tsuyu in her form-fitting costume to his phone.

A moment later and a startled yelp jostled him from his thoughts, phone returning to his utility belt with a practiced motion.

"And the never-ending struggle continues," Genki thought to himself, Edgeshot watching from the shadows as he propelled himself to a higher vantage point with a blast of compressed air and a skitter up a wall.

Lenses in his helmet whirring, the telescopic vision he wielded homed in on a Mutant man who looked like a racoon dog with a stereotypical "thief's bandanna" over his head, a fat purse held tightly in his hand.

"Purse snatcher. I'm amazed villains even bother with that sort of thing anymore," Genki thought as he leapt after the man, hand going to his belt before he dropped down to street level. "HALT, CRIMINAL!" he proclaimed loudly making his presence known, the Villain stopping in his tracks at the Mutant teen's sudden appearance.

The area before him growing brighter as giant interneurons fired on all cylinders, the racoon dog villain's movements slowed to a crawl, making it a simple matter to line up a shot with Mei's Capture Gun. A *POP* of pressurized gas later, and the purse snatcher was captured before he even knew what had happened.

"You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney at trial," Genki said informing the man of his rights before pulling a taser from his belt and paralyzing the flailing criminal with a quick zap to his neck.

In comparison to America, where Hero culture and careerism first propagated, in Japan, a criminal suspect does not have the right to see an attorney before trial or have one present during interrogation sessions. A criminal will still have an attorney appointed to them if they can't afford one, but given the villains who used their Quirks to commit crimes out in the open were those short of cash anyway, and they couldn't very well be allowed to pay for an attorney with stolen funds…

Thanks to the Quirk Registry and people ready to whip out their smartphones and record at a moment's notice, it was easy to ascertain guilt well before a criminal went to trial. Something that hadn't changed about the Japanese legal system, even after Paranormality, was the exceedingly high conviction record exceeding 90%. Sure, Quirks that attacked the mind like [Brainwashing] could be used as an excuse for criminal behavior, but polygraph technology had improved significantly in the two hundred-plus years since Quirks began to propagate, though understandably, the accuracy rating against Heteromorphs could vary wildly.

"Your purse, ma'am," Genki said retrieving the stolen goods from the still-stunned criminal before ensuring the villain wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Oh my, that was so fast!" the woman awed, hand going to her cheek. "However did you do it so quickly?"

"Huhu~ I'm glad you asked!" Genki said as his helmet's eyes smiled for him. "It's thanks to this baby, a Hatsume Mei original, a Capture Gun capable of firing five times before reloading! As-seen in the Yuuei Sports Festival; custom-made for me!" he said making the best pitch for Mei's gear he could.

Realizing the logo was on the wrong side, he quickly spun himself and the gun around, displaying the white stylized HatsuMei logo on the side of the gun to the cameras.

"No muss, no fuss. Just point, shoot, and even the rowdiest of sorts is brought low, snagged like tuna!" he said gesturing to the net, hoping the online coverage would make Mei happy.

He certainly had enough cameras pointed at him to be the case.

Thank Kami for social media.

*MHA*

"So…" Ninja Red hummed aloud as the gathered interns all got ready for bed, Ninja Violet having a curtain wrapped around her bunk. "I hear you did a bit of showboating today," he said contemptuously.

"It isn't 'showboating', its 'advertising'," Genki countered as he opened up his gun and gave the internals a quick once-over. "Heroes with 'lesser Quirks' live and die by the Support Items they have and their relationship with the ones that make them. You'd do well to remember that, Mr. Throws-Random-Shit-Everywhere. Hell, even a slingshot could be deadly for a guy with your Quirk. A guy with a fire Quirk wouldn't stand a chance against something fire-proofed you Gigantified at the speed of a runaway car."

"Hmmm… Interesting idea…" Ninja Red conceded, rolling over and hiding the web search he was doing for slingshots.

"So, how'd the rest of your patrols go?" he asked.

In response, the gathered ninjas waved their flattened palms in a "Meh." gesture.

"Well, we've still got most of a week left. I'm sure we'll all get our time in the spotlight."

Even though "boring" was "good" for civilians, it wasn't for Heroes whose careers were hinged upon their popularity; something they could only cultivate against Villains out in the open.

In a way, it was like a toxic co-dependency…

*MHA*

The following day after their morning training…

"So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?" Genki asked turning to his partner for the day.

Today he was partnered up with Ninja Violet, a girl who introduced herself as Kana. Edgeshot on the other hand had partnered up with Ninja Red, though if anyone else was in trouble, they could always launch a flare or an SOS over phone, and he'd arrive at the speed of sound. LiterallyI.

"Y-Yes, I guess so…" she admitted as her eyes panned around.

"So, how does your Quirk work exactly? Anything I need to do to help you out in case we bump into a bad guy?"

"Oh, uh, no, there isn't anything you can do to help me," Kana replied. "My Quirk is called [Vanish]; I can become invisible at will, though the amount of clothing and equipment I can take with me is based on weight instead of mass, so my uniform… it's a bit thinner than my peers."

"Hmm. Well, good for you for not over-sexualizing your outfit," Genki hummed with an appreciative nod.

Most of the girls in 1-A were on the conservative side as well when it came to their costumes, skin-tight-ness notwithstanding since in at least one girl's case, it was unintentional. Though Momo's was on the racy side of things, and just barely street legal, it actually needed to be that way to work with her Quirk. Sure, Midnight's was over-sexualized as well, but the sheer fabric was still all-encompassing, only giving off the impression of nudity.

Kana could've easily gone with the "sexy kunoichi" look, cut down on the weight and elevate the fanbase in one fell swoop. However, the fact that she didn't, going instead for a more gender-neutral look, hinted at an integrity and work ethic that had begun to fall out of fashion in recent decades where a little sex appeal got you more sponsorships than hard-working Heroes got for having costumes that were quote/unquote "boring".

"So, is it anything touching you that turns invisible, or do you get to choose?"

"Well… It's more like I'm extending a 'blanket' over myself…" she said trying to find the right words. "For example, I could use [Vanish] while riding a bike or something, but the bike would still be visible."

"Hm. Well, I'm sure your Quirk will grow if you keep up the hard work."

"Thank you," she nodded. "By the way, I couldn't say this in front of the others, but you were simply amazing during the Sports Festival! You must've worked really, really hard to get your Quirk to that level!"

"Yeah… I kinda lacked the 'stopping power' for the Entrance Exam, so I'm glad the Sports Festival turned out the way it did," Genki said rubbing the back of his head.

"But, um… When you fought Todoroki, you were really strong, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but doing that is rather…" he paused, choosing his words carefully. "…calorie-intensive."

"Oh! I see!" Kana nodded. "Yes, Yama's Quirk is calorie-intensive too. I'm surprised he didn't try to intern with Fat Gum, but boys will be boys, I suppose," she giggled.

"Well, ninjas do have a wide demographic to draw from," Genki hummed, realizing not all of Edgeshot's interns' Quirks were very… ninja-esque. Sure, historical ninjas were at times flashy using explosives, razed earth, avalanching logs, and even kami-damned cannons! But Quirks were by and large even flashier. "So, you think we'll run into anything today?"

"Well… I mean, 'boring' is good, but unfortunately it isn't very profitable…" she admitted with a slump of her shoulders. "Still, Iga is Edgeshot-shishou's backyard. The odds of us running into a criminal are rather-"

"STOP! THIEF!" someone behind them shouted.

The two looking over their shoulder quickly leapt out of the way as a man on a moped suddenly sped past them, a backpack spilling Yen notes slung over his shoulders.

"You were saying?" Genki asked as he dug his sole into the asphalt, eyes narrowing on the escaping bike as he got into a runner's stance. "LET'S RIDE!"

*MHA*

In the modern day, with Heroes so-prevalent and the Symbol of Peace hiding around every corner, committing any sort of crime was a tossup. Sure, there was the short-term goal of immediate gain be it fiscal or material, but the true aim of any modern criminal looking toward the future was to catch the eye of a gang, cabal, legion, etc., and join up.

There was strength in numbers, as the League of Villains' attack on the Unforeseen Simulation Joint accredited to. While it was true that the attack was repelled and the majority arrested, the fact remained that Yuuei, the premier Hero School in the entire country, if not the whole world, was given a black eye even now it was reeling from.

Though no villainy openly took place during the Yuuei Sports Festival, those of a more subtle nature, those undecided, or just those observant, took definite notice of the increased Hero presence at the festival that year, double that of all years prior.

Of course, all the philosophical, ethical, and fiscal quandaries of villainy escaped the convenience store robber as he hauled ass down one of Iga's thoroughfares. It was time for internships meaning Edgeshot was out babysitting, so the possibility existed that a petty crime such as his would be under the No. 5's radar.

It was his hope that with a successful caper, he could continue moving up to bigger and better things. Maybe retire on a fat stack of cash like the yakuza had as they began to fall out of favor.

That hope was sufficiently dashed as a brown blur one would ordinarily associate with shitty apartments and/or dives streaked its way toward him, scuttling imperiously through the path he himself was forming through the parting crowd.

"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" the bug-eyed figure shouted through an amplifier in his mask.

"NEVER! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" the robber shouted.

"I'LL HAVE YOU GIVE BACK WHAT YOU STOLE!" the Hero-in-Training shouted.

The dark-brown blur zipping past him, the thief's eyes widened as a zig-zag line of something shiny and viscous was slathered onto the road in front of him.

"AH! MATTE MATTE! I'D VERY MUCH LIKE TO BE TAKEN ALIVE!"

But it was too late. His moped hit an oiled streak in the road in front of him, all traction vanishing in an instant.

He tried to steer out of the way, get off the oil slick, but even when turned perpendicular to his original course he continued sliding in his original direction.

His moped hitting a bump, the man was suddenly bucked from his bike and began sliding down the road on his back, motorcycle making a horrid wailing as sparks flew and it slid down the greased road. The cockroach-themed HIT bent down and caught the bike, bursts of compressed air shooting out of numerous points on his back, slowing the bike down, the thief crashing into his downed bike before it came to a slow stop.

All that'd stopped him from leaving half his skin on the road, apart from the oil slick, was the riding leathers he was clad in, but it still hurt like a bitch.

*MHA*

"Is everyone alright? Anybody hurt?" Genki asked whipping his head around, the nearby bystanders shaking their head in the negative.

"Itaiiiii…!" the convenience store thief groaned groggily as he tried to get up, the oil on his hands and shoes causing him to flop onto his face.

"Give up. You're busted," Genki asserted, deepening his voice and standing proudly over the battered villain.

"I… don't think so…" he said getting up. "I saw you at the Sports Festival. I know all your moves. You've got nothing on me."

The flat looks on the bystanders faces showed that their Bullshit Radar was pinging loud and clear.

"Hah! You think I showed everything I could do?" Genki chortled confidently. "I've only gotten stronger since then. Here's what I can do with just the blink of an eye."

The eyelids of his visor's left eye closing, the next moment an invisible blow like a haymaker struck the thief in the right side, the man wheezing and heaving as he gawped at the five feet of open air separating them.

"And here's the other eye."

Right eye blinking, a powerful blow struck the villain in the other side just as he'd stopped reeling, his arms wrapping protectively around his abdomen.

"Here's what a twitch of my nose will do."

" . . . "

"A twitch of my nose," Genki repeated when nothing happened.

" . . . ?"

"KANA!"

"O-Oh… Right…" a timid voice said from thin air.

"What the hell…?!" the Villain demanded as he whipped out his knife, eyes darting every which way.

Before he could act on his paranoia, his knife was suddenly smacked out of his hand, and he was judo tossed ass over head before bodily striking the ground back-first. The unseen force that had acted upon him came into sight a moment later as a young woman in violet-colored ninja garb came into being as she stood above the reeling villain.

"B-Bet he didn't see that one coming~" Kana stuttered, her eyes crinkling into a smile as she secured his hands with zip-ties.

"No he did not," Genki hummed, the two meeting raised palms before he dropped to a knee beside the robber's head. "Now, let's find out who The Convenience Store Robber really is," he said giving the helmet a sharp tug. "Huh? What gives?"

"I think that's his head."

"Really?" Genki blinked, his eyes following before he grabbed the lip of the visor instead, which came off in his hand, the edges lined with an adhesive revealing the face within, surrounded by a bony carapace in the shape of a biker's helmet. "Huh, so his Quirk was [Helmet]… Well, I guess you can't be accused of riding without one."

The robber growled and tried to headbutt him, but a thumb to the eye left him yowling.

"They always go for the headbutt, don't they?" Genki asked as the police arrived.

"W-What do we do now?" Kana asked nervously as a crowd gathered, shutter noises from phones sounding all around them.

"Just smile and wave, Kana. Smile and wave," Genki said throwing an arm around her shoulder, his free hand raised in a wave, the kunoichi following suit, her hand padding nervously before settling on his back, a wave of her own returned.

*MHA*

AN:
Sorry for the delay, but life happens just-as-often as it "finds a way".

And don't worry about 1-A; or at least those whose internships have been changed. I plan on giving them some limelight next-chapter.

I look forward to more Reviews in the future.

GO BEYOND!

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