Yamcha stood amidst the scattered debris of the beach, his arms crossed as he smiled, feeling the anticipation build. The heavy turtle shell rested beside him, a nostalgic reminder of his own early training days under Master Roshi. It had been brutal then, but Yamcha knew firsthand that it was that foundation that had made him who he was. He glanced over at Puar, who hovered nearby, a look of curiosity on his small face.

"Yeah, I bet Roshi felt like this," Yamcha mused, his eyes scanning the cluttered beach. "I remember how tough it was when Krillin and I first started. We complained a lot, but it really shaped us. Now, I get to pass that on." He gave a little chuckle. "It's weird being on this side of things, but I'm excited. Midoriya's got potential, Puar. I can feel it."

Puar nodded enthusiastically. "He does seem like the type who won't give up. I mean, he came all this way just to learn how to be a hero from you! That's got to count for something, right?"

"Exactly," Yamcha replied, picking up the lightest of the weighted turtle shells and slinging it over his shoulder. ""Um kid, just know that this isn't going to be easy, in fact, it is going to be the hardest thing you have ever thought about doing." Yamcha knew that Izuku was going to sweat, struggle, and probably question if he can handle it." His expression softened for a moment as he thought about how Midoriya had looked—determined but uncertain, ready to give his all even without a quirk.

Yamcha tossed the shell onto a nearby rock and turned back to the beach. "But that's how you grow. If I can give him that same experience Roshi gave me, he'll be ready for anything."

He paused, watching the waves roll in, and added, "And hey, if it helps him pass that exam or tournament or whatever it is, then maybe we'll see him become a real hero. That would be something, huh?"

Puar floated closer, eyes wide with excitement. "Yeah! Just imagine him with all that strength and focus. You'll have trained the next great hero!"

Yamcha smiled, feeling a strange sense of pride at the thought. "Let's hope so. But first… let's see how he handles the shell and cleaning this beach. That'll be his first real test."

Yamcha looked over as he saw the boy jogging over, he waved him over to him, as he knew that this was going to be different than what he was used to, "Hey Midoriya, glad to see you here, we have a lot of work, and I have a shell for you to use today too. They will make it more challenging, but the greater the challenge the greater the reward."

Midoriya jogged over, breathing a little heavily but determined. His eyes were wide with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he approached Yamcha, who stood with a warm grin, holding one of the turtle shells that looked oddly out of place on this beach.

"Hey, Midoriya," Yamcha greeted, waving him over. "Glad to see you here, Midoriya. I had a feeling that you would be here to test out my training and see if you could handle it. So, ready for the hard work, kid?"

Izuku nodded his head, he knew this was the only path forward for him to his dream and he was going to do his very best to accomplish his dream. "Y-Yes, sir! I'm ready!" he said, his voice shaky but filled with resolve.

Yamcha nodded, tossing the turtle shell lightly in his hands before handing it over to Midoriya. "This shell is going to be your first challenge. It's weighted, which means everything you do is going to be a lot harder while you wear it—running, jumping, even just walking. But the harder the challenge, the bigger the reward. You'll get stronger, faster, and your body will get used to pushing beyond its limits."

Midoriya blinked, looking at the shell in his hands with a mix of awe and confusion. "This… this is what you trained with?" He was already imagining the immense physical toll it would take on his body but knowing that Yamcha had done it filled him with determination.

Yamcha gave a small laugh. "Yep. My old master, Roshi, made me and Krillin do the same thing. Roshi was and is a bit different, but he is a great teacher, and if it worked for me, I figure it will work for you as well," Yamcha said as he looked at the shell. Plus, that is the lightest one I have so it shouldn't be impossible for you. You will use it while you clean up this messy beach."

Midoriya blinked, looking around at the littered beach. "Cleaning… the beach?"

"Yep! Cleaning up while wearing the shell will be a great way to build strength and endurance. Plus, it teaches discipline. Every piece of trash you pick up will be a small victory, and by the end of it, you'll already feel the burn." Yamcha smiled encouragingly. "This is the foundation, Midoriya. Every hero starts somewhere."

Midoriya was surprised by this, but it seemed that it was based on physical abilities. Did that mean his strength came from such strength. It made some sense, Izuku thought it over in his mind for a moment as he thought about how this might help him. Whatever the case he had to believe it would make the difference for him. "Okay, let's do this. I will do the best I can!"

Yamcha grinned wider. "That's the spirit! Let's get to work!"

Yamcha stood with his arms crossed, watching as Midoriya pushed himself through the first day of training. The boy was working hard, no doubt about that. Every piece of trash he picked up was a visible struggle with the weight of the turtle shell on his back, and the exhaustion was starting to show. Still, Midoriya's determination kept him going. Yamcha smiled to himself, seeing a little bit of his younger self in Midoriya's relentless drive.

Puar hovered beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement, or swooping in to hand Midoriya a bottle of water. "You're doing great, Midoriya!" Puar cheered. "Keep it up!"

Yamcha smiled as he watched the boy put his all into the training. He could tell that the boy was having issues with the weight from the shell. That itself was a good workout for the boy as he moved around items of junk on the shore. Yamcha gave his own words of encouragement as well. He gave advice from a distance or up close as he knew the boy would need all the help he could get. With the pace, he could guess just how much time it would take to get him ready at least.

"Alright, Midoriya, that's enough for now. You did great," Yamcha said, his tone light but firm. "Take a break, and let's move on to the next part of the training."

Midoriya, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat, looked up with wide eyes. He had expected to go on longer, but the relief was visible on his face. "R-Right! Thank you, Yamcha!" he panted, taking a deep breath and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

Yamcha handed him a bottle of water, watching as Midoriya eagerly drank from it. "Next, we're gonna work on something just as important—ki control," Yamcha explained. "I am sure that might sound really strange to you, but this is going to be really important. It is something that very strong fighters can use, and I believe with work that you can pull this off too."

"Now it is going to take time, and focus. It is going to take you learning how to control your ki or natural power and then using it as your weapon against enemies or in way to help others as well," Yamcha added in after a moment, his tone calm, as he didn't want it to sound too scary or intimidating. "It might sound like it's something only the strongest fighters use, but even if you're just starting out,

Midoriya nodded, still catching his breath but listening intently. "Ki… control?" he echoed, the concept foreign to him but intriguing.

Yamcha smiled, kneeling down to sit cross-legged on the sand. "Yeah, sit down with me, and I'll show you. It starts with meditation. You've got to clear your mind and focus on your breathing, finding that calm inside of you. Once you master that, controlling your energy becomes easier."

Midoriya quickly followed suit, sitting cross-legged in front of Yamcha. His body was sore, but his mind was sharp, eager to absorb everything.

"We'll take it slow," Yamcha continued. "Just close your eyes and focus on your breath. Don't think about anything else—just the air going in and out. When you can do that, we'll move on to the next step."

Midoriya closed his eyes, concentrating. He could still feel the strain from the weighted shell, the soreness in his muscles from cleaning the beach, but he pushed it aside, trying to focus on the rhythm of his breathing. In… out… in… out...

Yamcha watched him closely, a small smile playing on his lips. The kid had potential. He had heart. Now it was just a matter of helping him unlock it.

"You're on the right path, Midoriya," Yamcha thought. "One step at a time."

"Now, not a bad first day, of course each day this is going to get harder and harder, we will figure the best way to balance things out and make sure you get strong enough to pass this exam thing when the time comes," Yamcha said confidently as he looked at Midoriya. "Now, I think that you can do this. The question is, do you believe you can do this having had one day of training?"

Midoriya looked up at Yamcha, still catching his breath from the intense day. While his body was very sore, perhaps more than ever in his life, and this had been a very unique experience. That didn't mean bad. He felt he could do this, that he could find a way to push through his own limits and find his way to that dream of his. He nodded his head, as his eyes held not a bit of doubt as he looked Yamcha in the eyes.

"Yamcha, sensei, I am sure I can do this. I believe that you are giving me a path that is of course hard, but you believe I can do this," Izuku started pausing as he clenched his fist tightly. "I can't let you down or waste this chance you have given to me. I will do this, as I know that if you didn't think I could, you wouldn't be here trying so hard and working with me on this. I promise, I will do my best to not let you down sensei."

Yamcha couldn't help but smile as he was impressed by the determination and willpower that the boy showed. He had known in his view the greatest hero. While this boy was nothing like Son Goku, he had his own charm, and this boy had a lot of willpower and determination. That was something that all heroes needed. "Good, you working hard will help led you to your goal, and I do believe in you, and know if you go this path. I will do what I need to prepare you for being a hero."

Midoriya smiled, still exhausted but fueled by Yamcha's encouragement. This was only the beginning, and despite the challenges ahead, he felt a surge of hope.

"I'll give it everything I've got!" he said, determination stronger than ever.

Yamcha gave him a thumbs up. "That's what I like to hear. Get some rest for now—you're going to need it. Tomorrow's another step toward your goal."

After that the months came and went quickly. Each month showed another bit of growth from Izuku. He had to overcome many challenges and had to push himself every day, while also having a full plate at school. He had to make sure that he was able to pass his classes while also continuing the hard training with Yamcha. His training went from cleaning the beach to working on a garden. Izuku also worked to increase martial arts training and the basics of ki control. Yamcha made sure to work with the boy to understand ki control as well as making. Of course, this training also made sure Izuku was strong enough physically to handle the exam that was coming his way.

The final day of the training came, and Izuku was much stronger, and he was as prepared for this exam as Yamcha could get him to be. As Izuku got ready that day, he was trying out his new orange gi, which had the old symbol Yamcha used in his days as a desert bandit instead of the kame symbol. Yamcha smiled seeing it as he felt a sense of pride as he looked at his student. He felt like the boy had come a long way, and he hoped that the school exam would go well.

Izuku stood there excited for this last bit of training, as he was very grateful for the work that Yamcha had put him through. As well as all the help that Puar had given too over the months. He looked at his hands, they were no longer quite the same. His hands were calloused from labor, and his focus during meditation had sharpened like never before. He had even begun to feel the faint flicker of ki within him, something Yamcha had patiently taught him over time. He hadn't mastered it yet, but he could sense the potential in himself.

Yamcha stood before him, casual but focused, his own stance relaxed yet ready. Despite holding back most of his power, the fact that they were sparring was an achievement in itself. Yamcha had seen Midoriya's determination, and it reminded him of his own days of intense training under Master Roshi. He was proud of the boy—this kid without a Quirk, who had pushed himself beyond what anyone would've expected.

"Not bad, you're going to do well tomorrow, I believe it. Granted I have no clue what this exam is about, but no matter what I am sure you can handle yourself in a fight, and if someone too dangerous comes about, then I will step in and help you," Yamcha said with a grin giving Izuku a thumbs up.

Izuku nodded his head as he felt good that Yamcha said he would help him if he ran into some enemy he wasn't ready for. Granted at the exam, he was sure he wouldn't run into so a foe. He also wanted to work his way so he didn't need his help either. "Yeah, I think I am ready, and I promise I will do my best."

Yamcha nodded, his smile widening. "Good. Let's see what you've got."

The two of them circled each other for a moment before Yamcha made the first move—a simple jab to test Midoriya's reaction. Izuku dodged swiftly, his reflexes honed by months of training. He countered with a quick strike of his own, aiming low to test Yamcha's defense. Yamcha blocked with ease but nodded approvingly.

"Not bad. Your speed's improved a lot," Yamcha complimented as they exchanged a few more strikes and counters. Izuku was keeping up, something that wouldn't have been possible just months ago.

Izuku wasn't going to give up, he wanted to show Yamcha that he was ready. He wanted to show his growth. He moved forward and attacked again. His punches being thrown at Yamcha were quick and well-aimed, but they were not getting through because Yamcha was just that much stronger than him. He had no idea of the gap, but he was sure that it was massive. He moved close aiming kicks, looking for ways to hit his teacher, and land a blow, as he was using his mind and body as one. He wasn't able to get one, but he didn't want a petty hit as he wanted to earn it. He wanted to get better and better and someday be a hero who could surpass his teacher.

Yamcha stopped after a moment as he blocked one more strike from Izuku. "That is good for now, I can see you are ready, you're getting pretty good, and I think you are going to surpise some people tomorrow."

Izuku, still catching his breath, smiled despite the fatigue. "Thank you, Yamcha... for everything. I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

Yamcha waved him off, though he was clearly touched. "Nah, kid, you did all the hard work. Tomorrow's your big test, and you're ready. Just remember, it's not about how strong you are compared to others. It's about how strong you've become. Believe in yourself."

Yamcha grinned as he motioned for Izuku to step forward. "Alright, now let's give it a shot—the Kamehameha. Remember, it's all about focus and control. You've worked hard on your ki training, so trust in what you've learned." He extended his hands, palms out, demonstrating the familiar stance of the legendary move. "I'll walk you through it one more time."

Izuku's heart raced, knowing this was a big moment. The Kamehameha was something Yamcha had introduced later in his training, and even though his grasp on ki was still growing, he had managed to summon small bursts of energy. But today, Yamcha was asking him to go for it—to try the full move.

Izuku mentally went through everything he saw and all his mental notes. He spread his legs apart as he cupped his hands in front of himself. He took a deep breath as he knew this was going to take a lot out of him. He focused on his breathing as he had to control his ki, and he had to focus it on his hands correctly.

"Concentrate," Yamcha said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Feel the energy inside you. Focus it into your palms and let it build."

Izuku closed his eyes for a moment, trying to tap into the small flicker of ki he had felt before. He visualized the energy inside him, swirling and growing, just like Yamcha had taught him. Slowly, he began to gather that energy, feeling it flow to his hands.

Yamcha's voice guided him. "Now, focus it forward. Channel it outwards. Let it flow naturally—don't force it."

With his eyes still closed, Izuku began the chant Yamcha had shown him, his voice soft but determined.

"Ka...me...ha...me..."

As the words left his mouth, Izuku felt the ki growing between his hands, a faint light forming. His eyes snapped open, filled with determination.

"HAAA!"

Izuku thrust his hands forward, releasing the energy. A small but focused blast of blue light shot out from his palms, not as massive as Yamcha's, but enough to show real progress. The wave traveled forward for a short distance before dispersing into the air.

Izuku stood there, breathing heavily, staring at where the wave had gone. He had done something as cool as that. He remembered seeing it the first time and thinking he might not be able to ever do it. Yet, he had, he had done something cool, and he felt that he could even get stronger with time. He felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him as he stood there.

Yamcha clapped his hand on Izuku's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "Nice! That was a great first shot, Izuku! You're getting it!" He gave him a thumbs-up. "With more practice, you'll get stronger and stronger with it. But man, that was impressive!"

Izuku smiled, a mix of relief and pride washing over him. "I... I did it!" His eyes shone with excitement. "I really did it!"

Yamcha chuckled. "Of course you did! That was amazing, it took me way longer to figure out that move. You managed to figure it out in six months while doing everything else. I think you are something special." Yamcha said whistling impressed by the growth of the boy and his ability to figure out the trademark move. "If you run into something challenging and need a trump card, go with it, tomorrow."

Izuku nodded, feeling a surge of confidence. If he could learn the Kamehameha, who knew what else he was capable of? Whatever tomorrow brought, he knew he was ready to face it head-on.