HISTORY
"Howdy y'all, and welcome to Western Japanese History 101." Snipe tipped his hat and clicked his heels on the floor. "Your book's on the shelf over there. Had a special text pre-ordered."
Izuku took his book with everyone else. The cover featured a cowboy mounted on a rearing horse, holding the Japanese flag over his head.
"Our tale begins with three ronin, by the name of Tuco, Blondie, and Angel," Snipe told the class. "Blondie and Tuco used to hand each other in for their bounties and spring each other loose, before Blondie left Tuco for dead out in a desert."
"I didn't know Japan had a desert!" Mina said excitedly.
"It was a long time ago," Snipe said hastily. "They planted rice there. Anyways, Tuco survived, captured Blondie and left him in the same desert. A runaway carriage carrying Nobunaga's retainers stumbled into them, and a dying samurai told Tuco he knew where to find a buried stash of gold. He died before Tuco could help him, but Blondie said the man told him where to dig before he died."
"Wait, why would they have guns in the Sengoku period?"
"Why wouldn't they? So, on their way to the treasure, they met a troop of samurai. Tuco pretended to be Nobunaga's, but they were Uesugi clan, so they got captured, and Angel tortured the location of the treasure out of Tuco. He knew Blondie wouldn't talk - they were personal acquaintances, so Angel hired Blondie instead. Tuco escaped, and all three of them met up at the graveyard. In a three-way duel between them, Blondie slew Angel, took half the money, and left Tuco half-dead with the rest."
"Excuse me, but are you sure that's historically accurate?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Are you questioning the academic material provided to us by the school?" Iida asked. "Surely this impeccable institution of learning couldn't make such an egregious error as buying fraudulent textbooks!"
Izuku flipped through the entire book. "Snipe wrote the book. No PhD in history or other accreditations. The contents match many American westerns. No matches with online databases of Japanese history aside from a few names. I have asked Nezu which source of information to refer to for future inquiries."
"You asked Nezu?" Snipe asked, voice tinged with fear.
Over the intercom, Nezu said, "Snipe, to my office, please."
Snipe sprinted for the door. A vent in the ceiling popped open, and a capture scarf snaked out. As Snipe was dragged into the vent, begging for mercy all the while, his hat fell off. His boots scraped against the ceiling, and the vent closed behind him..
As silence fell, Ojiro asked, "Now what do we do?"
Snipe lunged back out of the vent, startling the class. Struggling mightily against the cloth bindings, Snipe reached lower and lower, until his fingertips brushed his hat. He picked it up and dusted it off before the scarf dragged him back inside the shaft.
Silence fell. After a minute, Kaminari cheered, "Woohoo, no classwork!"
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When your sole hiring criteria is experience as a professional hero, one would expect the academics portion of classes to suffer. Nezu may or may not use this as an excuse to traumatize his employees.