Midoriya looked on as he was shocked to see what Yamcha had done. He had somehow packed up his things in a few bags and put them into a small capsule that came in a set of others. He had never seen anything like it in his whole life. He looked on, the shock and surprise on his face as he blinked. His mind trying to go over what just took place and how someone was able to miniaturize something so small that it could fit in a small box that could fit in someone's pocket.

"Well, I am ready to go kiddo," Yamcha said with a smile as he looked at Midoriya and then at Puar, "You ready little buddy?" he asked his longtime friend.

"Of course, Master Yamcha, ready to go, you ready Midoriya?" Puar asked as well, as Puar looked at Midoriya who looked rather uncertain about things at that second.

Midoriya snapped out of his daze, shaking his head slightly. "Y-Yeah! I'm ready!" He smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, I was just… amazed by that capsule. It is like it is magic, like something that is too be real even. Is it some kind of advanced technology?" His eyes lit up with curiosity, already trying to piece together an explanation, despite not having a quirk to rely on.

He paused, realizing he was rambling a bit. "I-I mean, uh, it's just really impressive! But yeah, I'm ready!" Midoriya's determination kicked in, his nervousness giving way to excitement. Even without a quirk, the prospect of learning something new and training under Yamcha made him eager to push forward.

"Oh, honestly I have no clue, but they are made by capsule corps," Yamcha said with a smile. Not going into the fact that the person who created them was the father of his ex. "I can show you how they work when we get to your town, and then I can figure out a place to set up so that we can train you to become a hero."

Midoriya blinked in confusion. "Capsule Corps? I… I've never heard of them before. Is that a big company here?" His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of it. He was usually familiar with most major corporations back home, especially those involved with hero support gear or technology, but Capsule Corps didn't ring any bells.

But his curiosity quickly outweighed his confusion. "That sounds amazing though! I'd love to see how they work! And… really? You'd help me train to become a hero?" His eyes sparkled with renewed excitement. Despite the strangeness of the situation and not fully understanding the technology or where he was, the idea of training and becoming stronger filled him with determination. Even without a quirk, the possibility of getting stronger through martial arts made him feel like this was his shot.

"I'll do my best! Thank you for this opportunity, Yamcha!" Midoriya bowed slightly, his resolve clear.

Midoriya smiled nervously at Yamcha's words. "A new adventure… yeah, I guess it is." He still wasn't entirely sure how this all happened, but he was grateful for the opportunity to train. He adjusted his seat, glancing out the window briefly before turning back to Yamcha.

When Yamcha mentioned talking to his mom, Midoriya's eyes widened. "Oh! My mom! She's probably worried sick about me!" His voice raised slightly in panic. "Um, Yamcha, sir, I um, didn't realize how long I have been here, and I think my mom is worried sick about me right now, I haven't contacted her about anything that had happened as my phone hasn't had any signal." He slumped a little, fidgeting nervously. "I-I'll definitely need to explain everything to her. She's always been so supportive, even without me having a quirk, but I don't want her to worry."

He glanced at Yamcha. "Do you think we could contact her? I don't want her to think I've disappeared or anything." His voice was laced with concern, but he was still grateful for Yamcha's thoughtfulness in bringing it up.

"Oh, sure," Yamcha commented as he thought about how Chichi would be if someone had..wait when Piccolo had taken her boy and took him to the wastelands when he was five to train for a battle against super powered alien monsters.

As they traveled, Yamcha paused, "I don't know how to, um, no signal on my phone, do you have any," he asked as he or anyone knew that outside at the moment they were transitioning back to Izuku's dimension. "I will have your back in whatever you say though," he said as they traveled pretty quickly along the road.

Midoriya checked his own phone after Yamcha's question, but just as expected, there was no signal. He gave a small sigh of frustration and shook his head. "No signal either… I guess we'll just have to wait until we get back to my city." He pocketed the phone and tried to push away the lingering worry about his mom.

Yamcha's reassurance, however, brought a small smile to Midoriya's face. "Thanks, Yamcha. I'm sure she'll understand once we explain everything. I'm just glad I'm not going through all of this alone." He leaned back into his seat, starting to relax a bit as they sped along the road, unaware of the strange reality that they were crossing dimensions again.

The world outside seemed to blur as they traveled, and for a split second, Midoriya thought the scenery looked a little off. But he brushed it off, thinking it was just his nerves or maybe his excitement for what lay ahead. It wasn't every day someone offered to train him, especially someone like Yamcha, a skilled martial artist, despite Midoriya not fully grasping where or how Yamcha fit into the grander hero world.

"Well, once we're back, I'll make sure to tell my mom everything—at least, as much as I understand myself," Midoriya chuckled awkwardly. "And then we can get started with training."

Neither of them noticed anything strange about the trip itself, and by the time they were close to their destination, it was as if nothing unusual had happened at all—just the start of a new adventure.

The pair of them would soon come to a stop in front of the apartments where Izuku lived. Puar and Yamcha followed Midoriya to his apartment to explain what had happened or to at least back up his story to support his new student to his mom, Inko Midoriya. "Well, you're at least back safe and sound. "Hopefully your mom is understanding."

"I really hope so," Midoriya replied, taking a deep breath as he unlocked the door. "She usually worries a lot, so… yeah, this will definitely be a conversation."

The door creaked open, and Midoriya stepped inside, calling out, "Mom? I'm home!"

Inko Midoriya rushed to the entryway, her face lighting up with relief the moment she saw her son. "Izuku! You're back! I was so worried! I called the school, but they said you got separated from your class!" She paused, noticing Yamcha and Puar standing behind him. "And... who are these two?"

Midoriya scratched the back of his head nervously. "Uh, Mom, this is Yamcha and Puar. I well, I ended up lost in an a very strange city, it is a very long story, but well, these two helped me find my way back. I owe them a lot and they have been nothing but kind to me. Mister Yamcha here, is a former a professional baseball player or something."

Inko's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately started fussing over her son. "You ended up in the wrong city? Oh, Izuku, are you okay? How did this happen?"

Before Midoriya could explain, Yamcha stepped forward with a friendly smile. "Hi, Mrs. Midoriya. I just wanted to let you know that Izuku's safe and sound. We're here to explain what happened, and also... I'm going to be training him to become even stronger. Izuku's got a lot of potential, and I'll make sure he gets the training he needs."

Inko blinked, processing what she just heard. "Training? For what exactly?"

Midoriya quickly jumped in, sensing her confusion. "Mom, Yamcha's a martial artist. He doesn't have a Quirk, but he's really strong! He offered to help train me so that I can still become a hero, even without any powers."

Inko looked between the two of them, her protective instinct kicking in. "I see... but Izuku, are you sure about this? You've always wanted to be a hero, but this sounds... very different."

Midoriya nodded firmly. "I am, Mom. I know it's different from what we expected, but this is my chance. Yamcha's been really kind to offer this, and I want to take it. I know I can do it."

Yamcha gave Inko a reassuring thumbs-up. "Ma'am, I can tell how important that Izuku is for you, and I promise that he is in good hands. Mrs. Midoriya, you have my words, I will make supporting your son a priority. If you ever have any questions or concerns too, ma'am. You are more than welcome to ask me. I think your boy can be something amazing, he has a great heart, that of a hero."

Inko stared at the two for a moment before sighing and giving a small smile. "If Izuku feels like this is the right step for him, then... I trust his judgment. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

Midoriya's face lit up. "I will, Mom! I promise!"

With that, the tension in the room eased, and Inko, while still worried, felt a bit more at ease knowing her son was in good hands. She looked at Yamcha and Puar. "Thank you both for bringing him back safely. I really appreciate it."

Yamcha smiled and nodded. "Anytime! We'll get him started on training soon."

Yamcha walked away with Puar, as they looked around, "This place sure is different don't you think Puar," Yamcha said rhetorically as he couldn't help but notice how the whole city was different, but he wasn't even sure how to get back to his where he came from anymore. The bus kind of just left. It was really odd, but he didn't think about it too much. "So, I guess we need to find some place to set up, and rest," he commented as he looked at Puar flying next to him.

Puar nodded, gliding beside Yamcha as they strolled down the unfamiliar streets. "Yeah, it's really different here. The buildings, the people… everything. It's almost like we're in another world." Puar glanced around, noticing the distinct technology and the lack of Capsule Corp logos anywhere. "Do you think we... you know... crossed into another dimension by accident?"

Yamcha chuckled, waving the thought away. "Nah, Puar, don't be silly. We're probably just in a part of the world we've never been to before. Things always look weird when you're in a new place, right?"

Puar tilted his head, still unsure. "Maybe... but something feels off. Shouldn't we be trying to figure out how to get back home?"

Yamcha paused for a second, thinking about the strange bus ride and how it seemed to disappear without a trace. There was definitely something odd about the whole situation, but Yamcha shrugged it off. "Look, we're here now, and I promised I'd train that kid. So, first things first, we find a place to crash for the night. After that, we'll start getting serious about training Midoriya." He looked down at his watch. "I'll figure out the rest later."

Puar floated next to him, a bit more reassured by Yamcha's usual carefree attitude. "Okay, Yamcha. I just hope we don't get stuck here forever."

Yamcha grinned confidently. "Stuck? Nah, nothing can keep us down for long. We'll figure it out, buddy."

Yamcha walked towards the water, for some reason, and found a beach that was trashed, and he figured it would work well enough to help with training. Physical work to go with ki control would do his new student a lot of good. He took out the capsule with the capsule house inside and tossed it onto a small hill that was a good few miles walk from the road. "Well, this work, I think I will train the kid on cleaning up the trash and with basic martial arts and ki control. It should be a good way of training. I even got the old, weighted turtle shells Roshi made me use when I was younger around here somewhere."

Yamcha surveyed the trashed beach, hands on his hips, nodding to himself as he imagined how the place could be transformed. "Yeah, this'll work," he said confidently. The combination of hard labor, martial arts, and ki control would definitely help Midoriya build a strong foundation. Plus, it would teach him discipline—something Yamcha knew from his own training days under Master Roshi.

Puar floated nearby, curiously eyeing the cluttered beach. "You sure this is the right place, Yamcha? There's a lot of junk here…"

Yamcha chuckled, walking toward the hill where the capsule house had landed. "That's the point! Cleaning up all this trash will help build his strength, and it'll be like old times for me, too. Plus, physical work is good for mental focus. He's gonna need that if he's ever going to learn how to control his energy."

With a swift motion, Yamcha tossed out the capsule, and in an instant, a house popped up on the hill, looking cozy and out of place amidst the cluttered beach. "There we go, home sweet home for a while." He smirked, feeling nostalgic. "Roshi's old, weighted shells will give him a real challenge. Carrying those while cleaning up the beach will do wonders for his body—just like they did for me."

Puar flew over and landed on Yamcha's shoulder. "Sounds like a solid plan, Yamcha. And he seems really eager to learn. Do you think he can handle it?"

Yamcha shrugged with a confident smile. "We'll see soon enough. The kid's got heart. I can tell. Besides, he's gonna need it if he wants to become a real hero in this crazy world. I'll teach him everything I know, and who knows, maybe he'll surprise us."

Yamcha looked over the beach one more time, imagining what it would look like cleaned up, with Midoriya training in the distance. "Alright, let's get ready for tomorrow. It's gonna be a big day for him."