-Chapter 9: Deep Cuts, Dark Clouds, and Hero Names-

The Day of the Sports Festival, Hosu

Son Gohan, after finishing his little break at the Bakery, started to patrol around the city. As a lower ranking Hero, he usually stops muggings and the odd carjacking. However, he started to feel... unease as his patrol route went towards an alleyway, far from the public eyes.

"Hmph, so you're Mochi-Mochi... Or, Son Gohan," A voice cooed. The voice felt like nails on a chalkboard. Gohan got a look at the figure: he looked like a spectre of red and black, his pinpoint eyes glaring at the Rice Hero.
"W-Who are you?!" Gohan yelled at the figure. "And how do you know my name?!"
"Oh, you don't actually know of me? Hmph, I guess I should introduce myself... I am Stain." This got the expected response out of the Hero.
"S-S-Stain?!" Gohan said incredulously, his face sweating bullets. "T-The Hero Killer?!"
"Heh... I can tell by your stance... You may fear me, but despite your fears, you intend to try to apprehend me. However, your son... Son Goku, he brought you frivelous fame and fortune with his win. Your corruption will die today."

Stain lunged directly, with Gohan only able to just turn his skin white and barely catch the blade. And while this was enough blood on the blade, he pulled his blade free, as he had no choice but to fight. However, his ears soon ring with the sirens of police come in, and an older Hero came in. This time, it was Yoroi Musha, as he pulled his own katana out.

"Yoroi Musha... Of all the Heroes in this society, you are the biggest of hypocrites," Stain said, his venom dripping. "Compared to you, that nepotistic man you're shielding is a goddamned saint."
"Stain... Your reign of terror is no more," The olden samurai Hero spoke ominously, as he adapted a chudan-no-kamae stance. "Prepare to be cut from this mortal coil and scatter to the winds!"
"The only one that will kill me will be All Might!"

Stain started by throwing his throwing knives at the Samurai, who only deflected them away. With such a wild style, it did force the Samurai back, but his decades of experience with swordplay and with a shadow clone, he was able to deceive the Hero Killer and land a thrust at the man's left thigh. Despite the agonizing pain nagging at the back of his head, Stain simply used this close proximity to stab Yoroi in the thigh himself just before a slash against his chest lands, and with a lick of this blood, the Samurai Hero was frozen in place. With his right arm cut just enough for blood to seep and his left thigh leaving a bloodstain, he stood up, looking triumphant at this checkmate. Fear started to creep up in the old man's face, but before he could decapitate this false idol of a Hero, he found his face being caved in with a powerful sucker punch from Gohan. He hisses in anger as Police Force finally came in.

"You may win this time, Son Gohan and Yoroi Musha, but the time of your culling is simply delayed!" Stain declared, using his good leg to start leaping and taking refuge in the inner alleys.

The two were taken to the hospital. Gohan's injuries were easier to take care of, though his hands had been damaged by catching a blade. It would require a few stitches and a few hours to heal enough before he's discharged. For Yoroi, however, the thigh had to be treated by a specialist. After healing up and before the Rice Hero went to make a statement, he can only look at the fallen Samurai Hero in his bed.

"Thank you for saving me again, Yoroi," Gohan said, softly. The old man shook his head.
"No, I have you to thank for saving me, Moshi-Moshi. If it weren't for your fist, I would have certainly shuffled off the mortal coil." He replied. That near-death experience, in addition to hearing the wails of what almost certainly seemed to be the Iida Clan, traumatized the man.

The Present Day, Musutafu

The day UA starts after the Sports Festival, Goku has to take the train from Tatooin Station, Train 2, too late to catch Train 1, though both trains were going to stop within proximity to UA. There were a lot of people watching the highlights on the numerous screens that were all around the city. Small clips, notably of Round 2, all the Round 3 fights, with a primary focus on Goku as the Champion, especially using clips where he was able to break through and defeat his opponents, capping off with his Kamehameha Wave. When he got in the train, however, everyone recognizes him, and who wouldn't? It's the kid that fired a powerful beam out of the palm of his hands, fast enough to disappear from the vision of many, the rightful champion of the Sports Festival.

"Oh my God, it's Son Goku!" "No way, he's riding our train?!" "It's the Grand Champion! I can't believe it's you! Standing here, next to me."
And soon, the poor Saiyan is swarmed by a bunch of fans.
"C'mon, you gotta give me an autograph!" "Let's take a selfie!" "Play with me, Son Goku!"
The constant stream of people gathering around him feels immense, like he was in a hydraulic press of people. That was, until...

"Leave that boy alone!" An older man wearing a hood yelled from the back. "C'mon, give him some space, will ya?!"
"It's the scary drunkard..." "You'll autograph my pic, right?" "Aww, he looks so fun..." Goku made his way to the more sparsely populated back rows.
"Whew, thanks, old-timer!" Goku said as he took a seat near him. However, the man grinned as he pulled off his hood. It was a face he hadn't seen in years, yet it was too familiar. The grey goatee, the balding head, those sun-bleached wrinkles, despite that, the major features are still predominant on his face.
"Heh... Anything for the Champion of the Sports Festival, Goku," Denkiken said.
"Wha-? Denkiken?! It's so good to see you!" his former student was recollecting his old memories. Now, the osake scent wasn't always the most pleasant, but it felt downright nostalgic. "It's been a while! How have you been doing?"

"Just surviving, training the odd student here and there. I saw Yaoyorozu was doing well against you. I've also seen that you got so much stronger and faster, it's like you hadn't even lost a step since we last fought!" He saw that the Saiyan was feeling giddy on the word "Yaoyorozu" with a smirk. Clearly, he got something buzzing in the kid.
"Heheh, you're giving me too much credit, because she was a genuinely incredible fighter! I've never had such an exciting fight against someone like that in a long while!" The excitement was pouring out of every word the student was saying.

"It'll be interesting seeing her grow as a Hero, that's for sure. Well, with the handful of years I have left, I've gotten everything I could have ever asked for. Two extraordinary pupils, a bunch of eyes on my Karate style alongside the looks of those Pros seeing it in action, and witnessing a preview of some of the best damn Heroes this world will ever see." Denkiken pats Goku on the shoulder. "You'll go far, kid. Though if you will humor this old hermit, how'd you fire that beam out of your hands? I don't think I ever saw you do that while I taught you!"
"Oh, my 'Kamehameha'? I gathered energy in the palm of my hands, cupping them together, then thrusting them when I'm charged up enough," Goku explained, doing loose versions of his arm poses for the technique, with a puff of smoke coming out of his hands when he thrusted them. The old master guffaws.
"Just when I've seen it all, then you go and do something like that! I swear, there's no end to your potential, Goku," he remarks with pride.
Soon, the train stops at a terminal, within jogging distance to UA. And despite the glare Denkiken gave to the crowd to warn them not to crowd the poor kid, Goku still gave them quiet "thank you"s and small autographs. Even allowed the one fan to take a selfie with him. The attention was good when it was controlled, but he's way out of his league when it comes to screaming fanboys and fangirls.

The Saiyan started to run, as the rain started to get worse, he had to pull out his umbrella. While he would have loved to race the train or fly, he's still not allowed to use his 'Quirk'. However, the speed was enough that he accidentally bumps into Tenya, who had looked much less focused than usual.

"Heya, Iida!" Goku said as he grabbed him to stop him from falling.
"You need to look where you're going, Son-kun! We have only five minutes until the first bell rings!" Tenya said, looking much less happy, before adding in an abrupt "Thank you for catching me!" as Izuku came into view.

"Hey, Goku-san!" Izuku hailed over his friend. After all that had gone down, Izuku felt connected enough to the Saiyan to oblige in using his given name.
"Izuku, did you arm heal up?" Goku asked, though seeing neither arm in a cast was an obvious answer.
"Yeah, it is! After I was cleared to go without the cast, I started to try to push my Full Cowl further beyond just 5%. I know I can just eek out a maximum safe output of 8%, but I want to get as strong as you," The green-haired boy stated, before they entered the building. And while they separated, he went to Tenya, trying to talk with him again. Though seeing the blue-haired teen run was a little concerning, Goku scratched the back of his head as he reunites with Izuku and the two made their way towards the classroom.

"I know Aizawa-sensei won't exactly be happy, but how about I lend you some of my older weighted bands? That way, you can also get stronger in your base form and compound it with your Full Cowl?" He asked. "It'll take a while before you can get to my level, but it's the least I can do for a friend!"
"Alright, Goku-san!" Midoriya excitedly accepted. Just then, a shadow appears over the two. "Though... I have my worries about Iida-san..."

"Hello again, problem children," Aizawa spoke. "Head in. As for you, Son, I need to have a talk with you about the Sports Festival. Congratulations on placing first."
"Uh oh, am I trouble again?" Goku asked, with Izuku heeding his teacher's instructions.
"You aren't, but I have to ask... Outside of the flight and your 'Kamehameha' move, have you been able to use your Quirk for any other application?" He asked.
"Not exactly, though I think I'm starting to sense things." Aizawa's eyebrow raised. "That is, I'm starting to feel other people's life energy, and noticing the small differences, like emotions and intent. Finally, I've been trying to replicate Recovery Girl's Quirk, though so far, I had no luck in doing it as well as she can."
"Hmm, most interesting. I would say that what you're trying to do is impossible, yet between the USJ and the Sports Festival, clearly I can't exactly say that," Aizawa said. "Workplace Studies are coming up. I personally recommend you should intern under the Ryukyu Agency, specifically so you can be trained by Nejire Hado. She's a third-year involved in Hero Work-Studies and her Quirk is similar to yours. I tried to get in contact with her so you can meet her earlier, but she's busy at the moment. Such as life in the Work-Study world." Goku's mind piqued with curiousity.
"Eh? A Quirk that's similar to my other power?" He asked, Aizawa nodded.
"Yes. You may go, now. Class is about to begin and I've paddled on long enough with you," The Eraser Hero replied, Goku doing what he asked and walking into the classroom.

Everyone else was talking about how many eyes were on them during the Festival and about how many people were gathering around them for autographs or selfies, but Goku paid no attention, he isn't interested on how much attention he drew, he wanted to fight for the sake of fighting. Goku finds his seat, as he reminisced about the Sports Festival.
There was something about the first fight in Stage 3 that kept on coming back to the Saiyan. It must have Momo's fighting prowess. That sheer level of skill and technique, combined with pretty decent power on display and the fact it was mostly her human body pushing him that far, it was astounding. Perhaps it's not as pronounced as Shoto's all around refined control of his ice or Katsuki's admittedly respectable pride and power, but still, like a broken record, it all goes back to her.

"Son?" Momo said, spooking him out of his memory loop. She simply pointed at Aizawa, as he was glaring at Goku, red eyes and all. Goku chuckles nervously and pays attention to the front.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu. As I was saying, today, during Hero Informatics, you will come up with your Hero names," Aizawa said, the class positively rambling, before they fall quiet with a normal glare and a hand up. "It will be because the Pro Heroes have seen your potential during the Festival and are interested in your future potential. Usually, this kind of subject begins in earnest around the second and third years, but with how your bracket of the Sports Festival went, they are interested in you. Though, such interest can die down overtime, by that point, you will have more real world experience and be able to create your own path."

"So, not only will we have to prove ourselves during the Festival, but also when we get picked?" Toru asked.

"That's right. Speaking of, here's the total for the offers:" With a click of a button, Aizawa displayed data of how his students had fared with interest in internships.

Despite only hitting 2nd Place, Shoto's tally was comparable to Goku's tally, if only a little lower, the two are slightly above 4000 offers. If it were a pie chart, the overlap would almost certainly be a circle. To Katsuki's annoyance, the amount of internship opportunities was significantly lower, at 1532 offers. Momo was surprised to be No. 4, with 343 offers. Followed by Iida with 293 offers. Lower down, Midoriya has 108 offers. Uraraka surprisingly got 14 offers. And that was mostly it, with a scant few having between three to one opportunities.

"Usually, such a result would be more widespread. However, almost everyone had their eyes on the Top 3." The results flummoxed everyone.

"Jeez, the difference is innumerable!" whined Denki.
"These pros don't have an idea on what they're missing out on," Yuga commented.
"The placements make sense, though how did Todoroki get so many in second place compared to Bakugou...?" Kyoka questioned.
"Well, remember that Todoroki has a pretty famous father. That, and Bakugou was acting pretty manic when he fought Son!" Sero offered his insight in a soft voice.
"Who the Hell are you calling manic, Plastic Face?!" Katsuki yelled.
"I still can't believe how many people wanted me...!" Momo said in quiet disbelief. Sure, she was eliminated in the Top 16, but surely there must be more to why she's No. 4?
"It's pretty obvious why, Yaoyorozu-san," Shoto stated plainly. "You pushed Son Goku back with your techniques and strategy. Not even with an overpowered Quirk like mine or Bakugou's. Of course, my father has the gravitational pull of Jupiter and certainly "helped" me with the internship processes."
"Waaaah! We got internship requests!" Ochako stated in excitement, though Tenya looked stiff as a board.
"Of course," was all that the student had to say.
"Sheesh, 108 offers?! That's pretty low for getting into the Top 8, Midoriya-san!" Minoru said. "Must have been when you were fighting like crazy before you cracked a can of whoopass against Todoroki...!"
"Maybe... but I got a springboard, at least!" Izuku said with a smile.

"Regardless of this tally, you all will have to find an internship for a week. You have some experience from the USJ raid, but these internships will be a taste of true experience on the ins and outs of Hero work and will be much more fruitful in enriching your understandings of Heroics. As for these Hero Names, you better take it seriously..." Aizawa said, as the door slides open.

"...Or you'll be wishing for Hell's doors to take you in!" Midnight came in, licking her lips in a seductive manner and walking seductively. Goku... is seriously confused. Though the more perverted among them enjoy the display.
"That's basically it, class. Midnight's here to make sure you guys will your names are okay. Because you don't want an absolute idiot sitting next to you and giving you a name. It's in the nature of people giving you that name, as they say." He replied, starting to nap, as Midnight handed out a whiteboard with markers.
"Now... You beauties have to come up with a truly amazing Hero name! You should go for something simple, something that can describe you easily! Something that'll be truly spectacular among your fanbase!" Midnight spoke, as silent murmurs went up, mostly as the student body were busy thinking of their Hero names.

Goku, in particular, cannot really think of a good name. "Monkey King" is the closest, but it doesn't speak to him, and he has a feeling that Ojiro will take "Martial Arts Hero" as his title, so he's stuck in a loop. "Great Saiyaman" would fit more for a Sentai-themed Hero, and he isn't into Sentai. However, he had a breakthrough, and while it relies on his own name, it's the wordplay that matters. He quickly jots it down and looks on it. Yes, it's his name just read a bit differently, but it'll work.

"Let's see what you have to show for your Hero name!" Midnight chimed. Some of the classmates are shocked. Why are they presenting their own Hero names?!

Yuga stepped up first, brimming with confidence. As he held up his card, he looked radiant, with his name written in... English? Despite Mic's best efforts, the English Language still was a bit rough to understand.
"Shining Hero... I Cannot Stop Twinkling! It's a name that means I won't stop sparkling! Is it not a beautiful name, oui?" he said.
"It's an entire friggin' sentence!"
"That's... a bit of a mouthful, as well as a bit on the nose. It's a good basis for your Hero name, however! Let's take out the "I", truncate the "cannot" to a "can't" and voila." Midnight showed off the card now.
"Ah, you're right, mademoiselle. Thank you for the suggestion," he replied before returning to his seat.
"Wait, that's actually not a bad name?!"

"I got one!" Mina cheerfully perked up, replacing Yuga. "Hero Name: Alien Queen Two!"
"Are you going for the whole "alien blood" thing? Unless you want 20th Century Studios to tail you for the rest of your life, you should reconsider!" Midnight was swift and decisive. Copyright laws are an entirely different monster to fight, and not even the No. 1 Heroes could hope to defeat it.
"Drats!" was all that the pink girl could muster, pouting as she heard a choir of "idiot!" when she returned to her seat.

However, when all hope seemed lost, Asui went up.

"I've had this in mind since I was in Elementary School," she then flipped her card. "The Rainy Season Hero: Froppy."
"Oh, my Goodness, such an adorable name!" Midnight squee'd. "You even got a great epitaph!"

A simple and cute name, and while an epitaph isn't required, it did give the name some pizzazz. Not a sentence like Yuga's, nor a 10 year prison sentence with up to 10 Million Yen in fees like with Mina's "Alien Queen 2". Froppy was absolutely perfect, and the brainstorming came like a hurricane.

After that, was Ejiro, basing his Hero Name: The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, based off an old Hero who went by Crimson Riot. The warning for basing a name off a legacy aside, Ejiro simply grinned, accepting the challenge. After Kirishima, came the rapid-fire round. Kyoka with her earjacks became Earphone Jack; Shoji with his numerous arms going for Tentacole; Sero using the plastic sounding name of Cellophane; Mashirao going for the basic, but apt Tailman; Mina's round two successfully going with a Pinky! Denki electrifying the area with a Chargebolt; Toru going all-in with Invisible Girl, avoiding pissing off Marvel in the process. Momo basing her name off her Creation Quirk with Creati; Shoto being inspired by his two friends and mother going for Soba, a noodle that is good both hot and cold; Fumikage paying homage to the Moon God and using Tsukuyomi; Minori being plucky and giving himself the fruity name of Grape Juice; a shy Koda not saying anything, but having his Hero name based off his Quirk akin to Momo's in Anima.

"KING EXPLOSION MURDER." was all that Katsuki said.
"Yeah, no... That sounds much too violent," Midnight soundly denied. Dang, the combo was broken. Fourteen names before the buck stopped with this edgelord.
"What the Hell, it's awesome!" Katsuki protested.
"Why not 'Explosion Boy'?" Ejiro suggested.
"Hell no, I am not gonna be an 'Eraserhead' situation, Shitty Hair!" the blonde bomber said, and while Aizawa sneezed, he simply glared at the ashen blondie before returning to his nap.

"Alright, my turn...!" Uraraka got up to the podium. "Here's what I got: Uravity!"
"Ooh, definitely stylish!" Midnight complimented. "Man, this class went much more smoothly than I would have thought... Alright, all that's left now is Bakugou, Goku, and Iida...! As well as Midoriya!"

Goku decided to go up, his card in hand, before Iida and Midoriya.

"Ah, maybe it's a bit unoriginal, but I just went with "Goku"!" Goku proclaimed. Midnight looked unimpressed.
"You're using your name...?" Midnight commented. "No epitaph or anything else to spice it up?"
"Well, my name is an alternate reading to the character Sun Wukong from "Journey to the West". It also means "perceiving the air", at least that's what my dad told me..." He tried to think a bit more.
"Hmm... I hadn't thought of it like that...! Oh, like when you flew during the Festival, perceiving the air by literally flying through it!" It clicked within Midnight. "Fair enough, Goku! That's a good Hero name!" she proclaimed.
Goku exhausted a sigh of relief as he returned to his desk.

After what felt like a while, Tenya was finished. Goku was shocked to only see... "Tenya". He also noted that Tenya was facing away from the class. Something terribly wrong's gone on, Midoriya can feel it. Goku can feel the anger, hatred, and fear building up, and considering the events that created it, he can't blame the poor teenager.
"You're also using your first name...?" Midnight said with some disbelief in her voice, before she turns to Midoriya as Tenya returned to his seat. "Midoriya, you ready?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" He affirmed, as he got up. He felt nervous, but swallowed it and replaced it with determination as he placed his card. The card read "Deku". There were confused murmurs by the students, as many of them are familiar more with Bakugou using it to insult him. That being said, his Saiyan friend was more intrigued in the reasoning for choosing his insult as his Hero Name.
"Dude, are you sure you're alright with that?" "You know you're going to be called that forever, right?"
"For the longest time, I didn't like this name because it had meant "useless"... But someone helped me change its meaning...!" Midoriya said, Uraraka's face lit up while Katsuki scoffed. "It now makes me happy. Maybe it'll stay with its meaning of "useless", but to me, it'll now and forever be "you can do it"! This'll be my Hero Name: Deku!"

"Such an inspiring name!" Midnight cooed, Midoriya went back to his desk, he felt released from the pains of his past by embracing it as himself.
"I don't actually know about the meaning of 'Deku', but it sounded cool to me, Izuku!" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.
"You've been such good friends, Goku-san, Uraraka-san, and Iida-san. I can't ever express my true thanks!" Midoriya replied in turn.
"Hey, getting better's best done as a team effort!" Goku chirped.

"LORD EXPLOSION MURDER!" shouted Katsuki as he tried to get his dream Hero Name.
"Still too violent, mister," Midnight's rope was at the edge with this edgy boy.

However, Bakugou, if involuntarily, started to think like Deku as he tried for one final name. That damn fanboy... then his mind started to think of explosives. His sweat is virtually nitroglycerin... Dynamite has the stuff... It has the All Might pun... What an absolutely dumbass name... Yet, that Monkey that surpassed him just used his own stupid name. He'll alter his epitaph once he becomes truly famous, but this'll do.

"How about this?!" He flips his card one last time. Surprisingly, no mention of murder this time around. "Lord Explosion Hero: Dyna-Might!"
"Wow... That's a pretty great name, Bakugou!" Midnight smirked. "Definitely fitting an explosive, rowdy boy like you!"
"DAMN RIGHT IT IS!" Katsuki shouted in victory. With at least one minor victory on the BDSM Hero, he went back to his seat, content.

"Now, you have one week to choose your internship workplace." Aizawa said, as he handed the papers to his students. "Even those that have received no nominations, you have to choose from one of these forty workplaces. Use this time wisely and hand your applications to me when you're ready, or within two days, whichever comes first."
"Because with Heroes like Thirteen, you won't exactly be fighting Villains, more so that you'll be involved in rescue operations!" Midnight chimed in.

During a break period, Goku decided to look through the list. Of course, he had already made up his mind, with Ryukyu being near the very top of his list. There are only a couple above even her, those being Mirko and Best Jeanist, at No. 6 and No. 4 respectively. Outside, the skies opened up and the sun radiates its light into the classroom.

"Hmph. Monkey," Bakugou waved Goku over. "You seem to got a good eye for these kinds of badass Heroes. What do you think of them... I heard that Jeanist is the best out of all of them." While the Saiyan was bemused that one of his rivals is going for his opinion, he decided to play along.
"To be honest, I haven't heard that much about Best Jeanist that much," Goku mused. "Though from what I have seen, he's pretty strong! Though it seems a lot of his strength is based on the way he uses the threads on his Costume. Though with Mirko, I've heard she's super strong, with kicks that could put craters in the concrete! I wouldn't want to get kicked by her, that's for sure!"
"So, it looks like my best choice is 'Mirko'..." Bakugou chuckled. "Though it'd suck skipping out on Jeanist, if he's more about skill and technique, then I ain't got anything to learn from him."
"Think of it that way: his strength is his experience with his own skills and techniques. And I know Mirko has a few techniques of her own, but she's much more headstrong and up front with the way she fights." The monkey-tailed teen said.

That simply confirms it to the ashen bomber: someone headstrong, a no-nonsense asskicker is what he wants to train him. He can refine himself, and become his best damn King Explosive Murder self.

"Sure, I'll entertain your idea, Monkey. Because I'm gonna surpass you someday, and don't you forget it!" Katsuki's challenge did nothing but allow Goku a smirk that says "Bring it".
"Right back at you, Bakugou. I'll make sure to make it hard for you to defeat me!" Sure, his rage still needs some finer control, but part of him is excited to fight the explosive boy again.

At the end of the day, the final bell rings. For all intents and purposes, it was a pretty normal school day. Some Algebra, a few English assignments, Hero Law, pre-Quirk Age Art, the school loop had been pretty consistent. For the homeroom teacher, he was shocked to see just how many students had already submitted their papers for their workspace studies. Of course, one of them was Goku, who had decided to go for Ryukyu's agency.

AN: Welp, there's another broken promise here. Mostly, it's just a lot of things going on here and there in life. And I'm now truly, finally getting towards the actual Stain Arc. And considering how the previous five chapters were just, well, the Tournament Arc, I will try to be more reasonable as to what would constitute as a "subchapter". In addition, I finally thought up of what Yoroi's Quirk could be, at least in this fanfiction: It would be Shadow Clones. Before this, I would have had just had Stain allow Gohan to survive with just a shallow arm cut, since he was "good enough". However, since he simply just wants only All Might, the change he gets is that he tries to kill Gohan due to Goku winning the Sports Festival, only to get rescued by Yoroi. Also, got No. 6 and 8 to add onto the physical collection. No No. 7 just yet. I may decide to do some Filler Chapters, since from what I can recall, the pace goes pretty fast with barely a break, since it goes something like this: Quirk Apprehension Test, Battle Test, USJ, then a week long timeskip, then the Sports Festival, then immediately after that the Partnership/Stain Arc. Though rather than going straight to Midterms/Finals, I think I might add in an OVA portion, where the 1A students get to properly use the USJ to practice medical response and rescue.