Update: so, this week, and the week after, there's not gonna be a chapter. I'm gonna be on a family vacation, and thus will not be able to post. Gems is ending its season this Wednesday, so look forward to that.

As for posting; I'm thinking of posting Carry On on Sundays to mimic Viz releasing Shounen Jump chapters on Sunday. What do you all think?

Anyways, here's your chapter. Here's the Discord: /cgFmXz3qJ5

Mirio led Izuku to a tall building on the corner of a busy street, clearly the main headquarters for a Pro Hero. The agency was tall and professional looking, with floors designated for offices and training.

"This is Sir's Agency." Mirio said proudly, pointing at the structure.

Izuku blinked, before shaking nervously. "Wow…looks so normal…"

Mirio laughed. "Heyyyy, don't go all stiff and rigid on me! It's not a good look." Perhaps the strongest of U.A.'s Big Three then slapped his forehead. "Oh! I forgot to mention. Sir is one strict guy."

"I've heard." Izuku nodded. "He's a stoic hero famous for being strict with himself and everyone else. His stare always gives me the chills, even just in clips online."

"Oh, absolutely." Mirio agreed. "But there's a side that the media doesn't show of Sir."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna get turned away, you gotta make Sir Nighteye smile." Mirio grinned.

Izuku blinked. "Smile?" He repeated as Mirio went inside and held the door. "What you mean?"

"He's got a lot of respect for humor. Maybe cuz he knows the job is tough." the permeable student explained. "I can only get you in the door. It's up to him whether he takes you or not. I'd love to do more, but you really gotta win him over."

Izuku nodded. "T-thanks. I dunno why you're being so nice to me...I mean, we just met." All Might's secret successor said as he walked inside.

"Well, when I heard about your goals, I just had to make them happen!" Mirio answered honestly. "Basic hero stuff. Helping when needed."

Izuku chuckled. "Now I feel silly asking."

As Mirio and Izuku were about to walk up the stairs, they bumped into a young woman with light blue skin. She had big golden eyes with thick eyelashes and short, ruffled dark blue hair that flowed upwards and downwards around her head, parted to the right. The girl's costume was a skintight dark blue crop top with a white high-collared area and a zipper along the middle. She wore black tights with loose white shorts and thick white boots with yellow rings in the center and lines down the shafts. She wore basic dark blue gloves and a transparent visor with air filters on each side.

"Mirio! Hey, good morning." She asked, smiling.

"Hey, Bubble Girl! I'm here with a friend. We're hoping to meet Sir Nighteye," Mirio said.

Bubble Girl turned to Izuku and smiled. "Hi there! I'm Bubble Girl, one of Sir Nighteye's sidekicks. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you too," Izuku said, bowing politely.

Bubble Girl looked at her watch. "Sorry, guys, Sir Nighteye is in another meeting with a potential intern from UA at the moment. He should be done soon. Just wait in the lobby, and I'll let him know you're here."

"Thanks, Bubble Girl!" Mirio said as she walked away. Izuku raised an eyebrow.

"Another work-study from UA?" the green haired boy wondered.

"Don't ask me. I dunno who he'd reach out to." Mirio shrugged. "Sir's kinda weird like that."

Izuku nodded, feeling a bit more nervous than before. He looked around the lobby, taking in the sleek and professional decor. There were various awards and accolades on display, including a large framed photo of Sir Nighteye standing alongside All Might, his former partner.

Even with the atmosphere not giving off any sort of foreboding vibe, All Might's successor just felt so intimidated.

Before long, Bubble Girl returned with a smile. "Sir Nighteye will see you now. He's finishing up his meeting right now. Follow me."

Izuku's heart raced as he followed Mirio and Bubble Girl up the stairs. "How'd his interview with the other student go?"

"Well, even though he's a first year, he's got some promise." Bubble Girl answered.

A first year? Izuku thought. From UA? Who could that-

As Izuku was led into the office, he was greeted by an unexpected sight. Monoma, from Class 1-B, laughing...and Sir Nighteye nodding.

"You were right. That is a funny story." Sir Nighteye said. Izuku's eyes widened as he saw Monoma sitting across from Sir Nighteye, laughing and chatting as if they were old friends. He couldn't believe it. Out of everyone, Monoma was also interviewing for a spot at this specific agency?

Monoma perked up as he saw Izuku. "Oh! Of course...someone from Class 1-A is here to steal the spotlight."

"H-hi, Monoma." Izuku said, as Mirio's eyes lit up.

"Oh, hey! You!" Mirio gasped. "You're the kid who managed to copy my power!"

Monoma smirked. "So you remember!"

"And then you used it, had your gym uniform fall off, and mooned your class!" Mirio laughed. "Classic."

Monoma's face took an expression of annoyance, even if he was forcing a smile. "...Sir found it funny as well."

Sir Nighteye was silent for a moment, before speaking. "I must admit, your credentials are impressive, Monoma. However, I do have some concerns about your work ethic. I have heard from teachers that you have a tendency to put on a show, rather than focusing on the job at hand."

Monoma's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered. "Oh, that's just a misunderstanding, Sir. I assure you, I take my hero work very seriously."

"I expect that to be the case." Sir Nighteye said, as he stamped Monoma's paper. "Welcome aboard."

Izuku looked around the office as Monoma and Sir Nighteye continued their conversation. The office was spacious, with a large desk and various bookshelves filled with hero-related books and magazines. There were also several posters of All Might, along with more pictures of the time they spent as a heroic duo, including one where Nighteye was standing alongside All Might, both of them smiling and giving a thumbs up to a prosperous future.

"So, why'd you choose Monoma?" Mirio asked.

"When it comes to accepting interns, I have a strict policy. An intern should not only have a strong work ethic, but also have empathy and compassion for others." Sir elaborated. "While Monoma was not my first choice for an intern, I must admit that his eagerness to learn and dedication to the hero profession impressed me. Despite his sometimes abrasive personality, I see a lot of potential in him."

Monoma beamed at that. "See?"

Wow. That was a whole essay... Izuku thought, before Sir Nighteye cocked his head towards him. He could feel his cold eyes scan him from red shoes to green hair.

"...you're Izuku Midoriya." Sir adjusted his glasses, angling them in such a way that the light reflected off their lenses, hiding his expression.

Izuku gulped. Okay, had to make him laugh. I'm not funny, but...I hope this works!

Izuku did his best 'All Might face', and grinned. "I am here!" He beamed.

Sir stared at him blankly.

"...are you making fun of All Might?"

Izuku's heart dropped into his stomach as he heard that.

Monoma laughed at the sight. "Are you serious!?" He yelled. "THAT'S YOUR BEST ATTEMPT TO WIN HIM OVER!?"

Izuku made a face, as Sir walked over. Mirio cringed, knowing this was the end of Izuku's work study, right before it could even begin.

"What was your intent in making that face?" Sir Nighteye asked, before he grabbed Izuku's face. "Because it's all wrong. All Might doesn't have a wrinkle here."

Izuku's eyes widened in surprise as Sir Nighteye scrutinized his face. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he realized he had made a mistake in his attempt to impress the strict professional.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," Izuku stammered. "I didn't mean to disrespect All Might."

Sir Nighteye let go of his face and crossed his arms. "You must understand, young Midoriya," he said sternly, "that in order to become a hero, you must pay attention to every detail, no matter how small. You cannot afford to make careless mistakes."

That's what he was upset about? Izuku thought, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

"I understand, sir," Izuku said, nodding his head. "But...I was actually referencing the face he made during the vinegar suicide incident."

"Ah, yes. A funny story." Nighteye reflected. "How careless of me to overlook it."

Izuku felt a small sense of satisfaction at being able to correct Sir Nighteye, but he knew he still had a long way to go in earning his respect. He made a mental note to pay even closer attention to the details of heroes' quirks and appearances in the future.

Sir Nighteye hummed. "Monoma. Tell me. What do you think of Midoriya?"

Monoma smirked. "Honestly, sir, he's just an attention seeker who's trying too hard to be a real hero. He's a troublemaker too, even though he looks nice…"

Izuku gritted his teeth at the insult, but he knew better than to argue with Monoma in front of Sir Nighteye.

"I see." Sir then turned to Mirio. "What about you, Mirio? What do you think of Izuku so far?"

Mirio straightened up and spoke with confidence. "I believe in Izuku, Sir! He was the first to take action against me during my demonstration and figure out my Quirk."

Sir Nighteye nodded slowly, seeming to ponder Mirio's words. "Very well. Mirio, Monoma, you two are dismissed for now. I'd like to have a talk with Izuku for..." Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses. "Ten minutes."

Mirio blinked. "...okay!"

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief as Mirio and Monoma left the room. He knew he still had a long way to go in proving himself to Sir Nighteye, but he was grateful for Mirio's support.

As the door closed, Sir Nighteye stared at Izuku for a bit longer.

"...I don't get it." Nighteye finally spoke. "Why…why you?"

"Huh?" Izuku blinked.

"Why did All Might choose you?" Nighteye wondered,"Why did this...Will of One for All choose you?"

He knows about that? How? Izuku thought. All Might just found out about that, and they're not on speaking terms…

Nighteye closed his eyes and composed himself, taking a deep breath.

"If I agree to take you on, you will have to abide by my rules. This will not be like other work studies offered in other fields. You may be staying here overnight, or over a week at the max." Nighteye explained. "You will receive wages and you will need to take numerous excused absences. You WILL fall behind your classmates because of this."

Izuku nodded. "Of course." He pulled out the form, and presented it to Sir Nighteye. Sir Nighteye pulled out a stamp…and slammed it down.

Right into the desk.

Izuku blinked.

"...you missed." Izuku pointed out the obvious.

"I know." Sir Nighteye said extremely coldly, "I don't plan on stamping it until you snatch it out of my hands."

"W-what!?" Izuku gasped.

"I don't see the issue. After all, it shouldn't be hard for you. Simply use Blackwhip to take it from me." Sir Nighteye said casually.

Izuku's eyes widened. "Y-you know about Blackwhip as well!?"

"I have my methods,." Sir Nighteye answered, standing up. "Clearly, the past users chose you for a reason. I want to see why. What makes you better than him?"

Nighteye's glance went over to a cutout of All Might.

"Truth be told, I'm not." Izuku admitted, a statement that made Nighteye raise a brow, "At my age, he had full control over One for All. And he didn't break his bones, over and over, and he won every fight he had…"

Izuku's eyes lit up as he activated Full Cowling. "But I know I have his determination to succeed!"

"That remains to be seen." Sir Nighteye held up the stamp, "Begin."

Izuku took a deep breath and focused, channeling Full Cowling. He jumped at Nighteye, ready to snatch it out of his hand. However, Nighteye proved to be a formidable opponent. He quickly sidestepped Izuku's attack, smoothly dodging the grasp. Izuku's eyes widened in surprise as Nighteye effortlessly dodged his next few attempts.

"You're too predictable," Nighteye commented. "I can read your movements easily."

Izuku gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew he had to come up with a different strategy if he wanted to succeed. He took a step back and assessed the situation. Nighteye was standing in front of the desk, holding the stamp in his right hand. Izuku had to get him to move his hand if he wanted a chance to snatch the stamp.

Izuku charged forward with Full Cowling, trying to catch Nighteye off guard. Nighteye, however, was ready for him. He swiftly moved to the side, avoiding Izuku's attack once again.

Izuku didn't give up. He kept attacking, using different strategies each time, but Nighteye remained one step ahead. After several attempts, Izuku was panting heavily, his muscles burning from the effort.

Nighteye looked at him and critically looked him over. "You're not ready yet. Your movements are too rigid, and your attacks are too predictable."

Izuku grit his teeth before he realized something.

"Your Quirk." Izuku stated. "You used it on me. When you touched my face, it activated."

Sir Nighteye hummed. "I thought you'd catch on sooner."

Izuku clenched his fist. "And that's on me… You're reading all my movements, like you're seeing ahead of the script."

"Indeed I am. And what are you going to do about it?" Nighteye asked. "Mess with my vision by throwing objects around? Speed around to disorient me? It does not matter. Right now, you're going to use Blackwhip…"

Izuku frowned. I have no choice. He already knows it's gonna happen, so…

Izuku held up his hands, and Blackwhip shot out. Sir Nighteye smirked, knowing what would happen next when-

It happened.

Sir Nighteye's Foresight quirk allowed him to see brief but vivid glimpses of the future, typically lasting around an hour. The visions appeared to Sir Nighteye as if he was watching a movie reel, with scenes playing out in front of him in a linear fashion. He was unable to interact with or alter the visions, and they were always fixed in their outcomes. Sir Nighteye's ability to predict the future with his Quirk was incredibly accurate and reliable, and he had become renowned for his skill in using it for hero work.

But this? This was new.

Nighteye's eyes widened in surprise as he saw multiple futures branching out before him. Usually, the film reel was one singular vision, but now they were splitting from scene to scene. It was a sensation he had never experienced before. Blackwhip quickly split up, latching onto random points in the wall. Izuku watched in amazement as Nighteye stumbled back, clearly disoriented by the sudden split in his vision.

"What… what did you do?" the bespectacled Pro asked, his voice wavering.

Izuku looked just as surprised. "I…used my Quirk?"

Sir Nighteye took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "This is… unprecedented," he said, his voice regaining some of its usual coldness. "You…split up my vision. I've only seen that once…"

Izuku paused for a moment before seizing the opportunity. He charged forward, using Full Cowling and Blackwhip to try to snatch away Nighteye's stamp. The Pro was still disoriented, unable to predict Izuku's movements.

Izuku saw his opportunity and moved quickly, grabbing Nighteye's arm and snatching the stamp from his grasp. Nighteye tried to fight back, but his movements were sluggish due to his disorientation. Izuku had the stamp in his hand in an instant. He triumphantly grinned as he held it up for Nighteye to see.

Nighteye shook his head, looking dazed. "...What are you, Izuku Midoriya?"

"Easy," Izuku clenched his fist, "The ninth wielder of One for All."

"The ninth wielder…self-proclaimed, at least." Nighteye muttered before scoffing, "Come on. Help me clean this place up."

Izuku nodded and began to help Nighteye clean up the mess they had made during their training session. Once they finished, they sat down to stamp the piece of paper, and discuss the details of the internship.

Nighteye leaned forward, his expression serious. "I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," he said. "As a hero, you will be facing danger on a regular basis. You must be prepared for anything."

Izuku nodded, his expression equally serious, "I understand."

"Good," Nighteye said, leaning back in his chair. "Now, let's discuss your duties as my intern. You will assist me in my hero work, help with paperwork, and train under my supervision. You will also be expected to maintain a high level of physical fitness and attend any meetings or events I require you to."

Izuku listened attentively, taking notes on a pad of paper. "I understand," He said.

Nighteye's gaze hadn't shifted at all, totally fixed on Izuku. "One for All is a powerful Quirk, but it can be difficult to control. That's why I want to focus on honing your control over Blackwhip, in particular. We'll be training with that. We'll also work on your situational awareness. You'll need to learn how to use Blackwhip in different scenarios, like rescuing people or apprehending villains. We'll simulate some of those varying circumstances, and you'll have to use your Quirk in the most effective and efficient way possible."

As Izuku listened to Nighteye explain his plans for training, he couldn't help but be impressed by the thoroughness and attention to detail that the hero put into his work. Izuku admired Nighteye's dedication to his craft, and it made him even more determined to work hard and learn everything he could from the hero.

"That concludes it." Nighteye said, taking a deep breath.

"Is...something wrong?" Izuku asked.

"No." Nighteye said. "You start tomorrow. Training and then patrolling. Are we clear?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah. I can't wait to work with you on Blackwhop-"

Izuku made a face. Nighteye's eyes widened for a moment, and then he let out a small chuckle. "Blackwhop, huh?" he said, shaking his head. "I think you might have created a new quirk, Midoriya."

Izuku blushed, feeling a little embarrassed at his mistake, but he couldn't help but smile at Nighteye's reaction. Mirio was right. He did value comedy. It was a nice change from the seriousness of their meeting.

And thus began Izuku's work with Nighteye.

Walking into the Omniworks Agency now felt strange. Ben's presence had vanished, replacing the good vibes of the building with a more professional air. As Ochako and Momo walked into the Omniworks Agency, they couldn't help but notice the change in atmosphere. The once welcoming and friendly atmosphere was replaced with a more professional and serious air. Seeing some of the Plumbers Helpers doing paperwork was the biggest oddity. It was as if Ben's presence had been erased entirely.

Ochako couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but Alan, who was walking with them, noticed their unease.

"Hey, don't worry too much," the half-Pyronite reassured, "I've met Albedo a couple of times before, and we got along just fine. He's a bit reserved, but he's a good guy."

Momo nodded, taking a deep breath. "If you're sure."

As they walked down the hallway, Ochako suddenly saw Kevin approaching from the other end. She couldn't help but smile and raise her fist for a bump as they met in the middle.

"Hey, Mr. Kevin!" Ochako greeted cheerfully.

"Hey kid. Good to see you." Kevin replied with a grin, returning the bump.

"Kev! It's been a while," Alan said.

"Look at you, all dressed up in the UA uniform! How've you been?"

"Pretty good, can't complain. See this guy? He's the reason it took so long for this place to get back in order."

"Sure, point the finger at me," Kevin joked.

"What brings you here, actually?" Ochako asked. "Don't you have, y'know, father stuff to do?"

"I'm just helping things run smoothly for a few weeks," Kevin replied, his tone light. "It's like a minor business trip for me. Isn't permanent."

"Oh!" Ochako said, letting Momo step forward. "Where are my manners…Momo! This is Kevin Levin, one of Ben's closest allies. And Kevin, this is Momo! She's the class vice president, one of our top students, and most recently, magic."

"So you're the kid that got Gwen's old magic book, nice to meet you." the Osmosian said, extending his hand towards Momo.

Momo shook his hand. "Pleasure is all mine."

Even though she was happy to see Kevin, Ochako couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about meeting Albedo. Getting to work with some of Ben's closest allies…I can't wait to hear all the new embarrassing stuff about him.

"Albedo should be in his office." Kevin mentioned to Alan. "Bring them up. He's been waiting for them."

Alan led Ochako and Momo towards the elevator. As they went up, Ochako couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. How's he gonna treat me? I mean, all of Ben's other friends have taught me well…I'm still growing as a hero, but what if he's the one exception? the Omnitrix's successor wondered.

Momo, on the other hand, was a bit more composed. She had learned to remain calm and collected in high-pressure situations, and this was no exception. Working with this Albedo may be the next step to the rougher side of heroics…I expect nothing less from this man.

As they arrived on the floor, Alan showed them the way. They walked down a long hallway, with various offices on either side. Ochako could see that everyone was busy at work, and the atmosphere was professional and efficient.

Helen and Manny were busy doing paperwork. And Cooper and Pierce looked like they were taking care of some tech. She'd say hi later.

Finally, they arrived at Albedo's office. Alan knocked on the door and opened it, allowing the three of them to enter. Albedo was seated at his desk, typing away on his computer. He looked up upon hearing them enter and Ochako's eyes widened once she saw him.

Albedo was...

"Welcome," the mysterious agent of the Omniworks greeted.

Was...

A recolor of Ben?!

Albedo had hair that was swept back, and it was a stark white color. Albedo's outfit was quite striking. He wore a long, red coat with black and white stripes on the sleeves. Underneath the coat, he had on a white button-up shirt and black trousers. On his feet, he wore black shoes with red laces. He looked up at them and turned around, revealing his red eyes, which were slightly unsettling.

Albedo stood up and walked over to them, towering over Alan's height. He was well-built, but his movements were calculated and measured, not a single wasted motion. Ochako couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by his presence.

"Albedo!" Alan said. "Long time no see."

"It's good to see you, Mr. Albright." Albedo smirked. "How's UA?"

"It's pretty good." Alan shrugged.

"Pretty good?" Albedo repeated.

"I mean. I'm learning, so…"

Albedo shook his head. "Fair answer." He turned his attention to Ochako. "So…you're the successor."

Ochako nodded. "Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you!"

Albedo tilted his head, studying her for a moment. "I have heard some impressive things about you. And Miss Yaoyorozu as well." He gestured to Momo, who gave a polite smile.

"Thank you, sir," Momo said.

"Ben's decision to entrust you with the watch was a bold move," he said, his tone contemplative. "But it wasn't without its risks. You're still young, inexperienced. And the watch...it's a powerful tool. It takes more than just raw strength to wield it properly."

Ochako felt her heart sink. Here we go. She winced.

"But," Albedo continued, "I trust in Ben's judgment. And in yours. You've proven yourself time and again, both in combat and in strategy. I have no doubt that you'll rise to the challenge, and that you'll make the most of this opportunity…" Albedo shifted his gaze towards Momo. "And you, Miss Yaoyorozu, were chosen to inherit the spellbook of Gwen Tennyson, correct?"

Momo nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"I see." Albedo paused, deep in thought. "Interesting choices, indeed. But let me offer you a different perspective. In my experience, inheritances like these often come with great responsibility and weight on the shoulders of the inheritors."

Ochako and Momo exchanged a look of concern.

"I'm not saying this to discourage you, but rather to remind you of the gravity of the situation." Albedo continued. "Ben and Gwen had their reasons for choosing you two, and I'm sure they believe in your abilities. But it's up to you to live up to their expectations and make the most of these inheritances. Are you both prepared for that?"

Ochako and Momo nodded without a moment's hesitation.

"Now, are there any questions?" Albedo asked.

Ochako couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. "Why do you look like him?" Ochako asked, tilting her head.

"Long story." Before he could elaborate, the door opened. Neopolitan walked into the room, catching everyone's attention with her striking appearance. She had a petite build and was dressed in a colorful outfit that seemed to change colors in the light. Her hair was two-toned, with one side pink and the other brown, styled in a short bob. Her face was masked by a veil, but her eyes could be seen peering through, glinting with a mischievous glimmer.

"There you are. The interns are here." Albedo said.

Neo looked them over with quick glances before shrugging. She looked over to Albedo and said something in sign language, which Ochako unfortunately didn't really understand. To a degree, anyway. She wasn't sure how she knew this, but she somehow picked out a few words and from there, she could fill in the blanks easily.

Don't look that special to me. And their Quirks...gravity manipulation and making stuff?

"That's right," Albedo nodded.

Hmm...ok, maybe a little interesting. Still need to see what they can do, Neo added before she stood beside him.

"On that, we agree."

"Um...I'm sorry, who is that?" Momo asked.

"That's Neopolitan," Alan explained. "She's Albedo's wife."

Neo gave them a small wave, which Ochako returned with a smile. Momo, however, looked a bit wary of her. Couldn't explain why, though.

"Alright then. Intros out of the way, let's get to testing your abilities," Albedo said, folding his arms. "Show me the most complex thing you can do with your powers."

Ochako took a deep breath, then activated the Omnitrix on her wrist. In a flash of pink light, she transformed into Shock Rock.

"Impressive," Albedo commented. "A Fulmini isn't usually a starter playlist sample. Ben spoiled you with this form."

"That's what everyone says…" Ochako raised her hands, focusing her energy to create a clone of someone. She chose to create a clone of herself, and it was a near-perfect copy. Tiny bit shorter than her usual height. Albedo raised an eyebrow.

Magic girl, Neo smirked, tapping her umbrella on the floor, your turn.

"Alright," Momo said, taking off her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt. Her Quirk activated with a constant pink glow as a suit started to 'sprout' from her back. She took hold of the suit and presented it before the two pros. It looked like an everyday hazmat suit, complete with a breathing mask and oxygen tank, but the material wasn't the usual, but it was hard to describe what exactly this new material was.

"I know it's not...exactly the most impressive thing, but it's a chemical suit for most hazardous environments, mainly when it comes to chemical leaks and radiation exposure," Momo explained.

"Any specific kind of radiation?" Albedo asked, definitely emphasizing the word "kind."

"Oh it's broad-spectrum. Most radiation shouldn't pose a threat with this."

"Incredible." Albedo said, picking the suit up.

"Huh? It's...just a suit." Ochako said.

"Momo carefully selected and created each layer of the suit to ensure maximum protection, including layers for thermal protection, chemical resistance, and breathability. The suit also included built-in air filters and a self-contained oxygen supply for use in hazardous environments..." Albedo muttered. "This is...incredible."

"O-oh well, uh, thank you, Mr. Albedo," Momo chuckled a bit nervously.

Oh cute, she's humble, Neo smirked.

"So, what do you think, Albedo?" Alan asked, curious about his thoughts.

"I'm impressed," Albedo said, nodding his head. "Both of your abilities show a great deal of potential." Ochako and Momo both felt a sense of pride at Albedo's words. "But what about combat?"

"Combat?" the duo repeated.

"Neo?" Albedo asked as he rolled up his sleeve. Ochako's heart nearly stopped when she saw what was on the wrist of her future boss. It looked like a red version of the Omnitrix, but it extended beyond his wrist, resembling more of a gauntlet instead of a watch. Neo smirked and began spinning her umbrella in her hands.

Shouldn't be too bad for you, right? Your class has seen more actual combat than most at U.A. This should be a breeze for you! Neo said.

Ochako and Momo exchanged glances, both feeling a bit nervous. "We've had some experience, but we wouldn't say we're experts in combat," Momo admitted.

"Well, then let's change that," Albedo said with a small smile. "Neo, would you mind sparring with Momo?"

Neo spun her parasol around, and grinned. Not at all.

"And that means...you're with me, Ochako." Albedo said.

"Right...here?" Ochako asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time this office was almost destroyed," Albedo admitted.

"I...ok, I guess."

"Excellent. Then let's begin," Albedo said, slapping down the dial on his "Omnitrix." Two flashes of red light followed and Ochako got into a fighting stance, ready to fight whatever form Ben's doppelganger was going to throw at him. When the light faded, Albedo had...not changed.

"Huh?" Ochako tilted her head.

"I wouldn't be so confused. It creates an opening," Albedo said before he lunged at his would-be intern. Ochako steeled herself for the fight and formed up an energy hammer, taking a swing at Albedo. Her future boss jumped over the strike and she noticed something. Albedo's legs had morphed from the knee down, becoming thinner and more insect-like, almost like the legs of a humanoid grasshopper. Ben's inverse doppelganger dropped down from above and landed a series of a few kicks to Ochako's armored form before jumping off her chest and landing with ease.

Neo also lunged at Momo, forcing her to drop the suit and counter the umbrella strike with a metal pole that emerged from her palm. Neo pushed and shoved Momo back, landing a quick kick to force the creation hero back again. The multi-colored mute smirked and took up a dueling pose.

En garde, Neo taunted.

Momo flourished the metal pole and rushed in, striking at Neo with a quick and powerful jab. On impact, the pole went right through Neo, shattering her into pieces. The creation hero gasped before the handle of an umbrella slammed into the side of her head, knocking her off balance. More quick smacks from an umbrella battered her before she was able to bring up her defense, blocking the continued assault.

As Ochako fought against Albedo, she tried to find a way to counter his insect-like legs, but he was too fast for her. She jumped back, trying to create some distance between them, but Albedo closed in quickly. Ochako realized she needed to use her surroundings to her advantage. She aimed her energy hammer at the floor, creating a shockwave that knocked Albedo off balance. She used the opportunity to grab a nearby desk and swing it at her opponent. Albedo dodged the desk, but it crashed into the wall, creating a hole.

Albedo made a face. "Hm." He said, before orange tendrils shot out of his arms. Ochako watched as Albedo's arms transformed into orange tendrils, unsure of what to expect. She watched as they wrapped around his desk chair, and started...doing something to it. Ochako's eyes widened as she witnessed the office chair that was slowly being turned into iron. She crashed into the wall when the iron chair was thrown at her.

"How...is he doing that?" Ochako muttered. Albedo darted forward, unleashing a barrage of quick, powerful kicks and punches that caught Ochako off guard. She barely managed to block a few strikes with her energy shield, but the force of the attacks still pushed her back.

I've seen this technique before... Ochako thought, as she narrowly avoided the tendrils that cracked the floor where she had just been standing. She decided to take a more defensive approach and tried to wear him out by dodging and countering, rather than going for direct attacks.

"Defensive, eh?" Albedo smirked. "Interesting..."

Neo managed to break through the creation's defense. She flipped her umbrella in her hands and hooked the handle around Momo's weapon. She yanked it forward before slamming the handle into Momo's chin. At the same time, the mute hero shattered like glass again. As soon as Momo recovered, she looked around for her opponent, rubbing her chin from the hit.

Her hand-to-hand is on another level, Momo thought to herself, looking around for any sign of her, And her power...some kind of...illusion Quirk maybe? Or a duplication Quirk? How do I counter this…?

As Momo looked around, she noticed something strange. There were multiple Neo clones emerging from different directions, making it hard for her to focus on just one. Momo realized that Neo's ability wasn't just an illusion or duplication Quirk, but something much more complex. She needed to think creatively to outsmart her opponent.

Momo quickly analyzed her surroundings and unleashed a wave of mana, throwing it at all of the Neo clones. The clones shattered into pieces, confirming Momo's suspicions that they were all just illusions. Momo swung her metal pole, aiming for the back of the real Neo's head. But just as the pole was about to connect, Neo blocked it with her parasol. Neo's face twisted into a sneer as she locked eyes with Momo.

Momo had to stay focused- she swung her pole again, this time aiming for Neo's legs. But the multi-colored mute was too quick, dodging the strike and countering with a quick jab to Momo's stomach. Momo grunted in pain and stumbled back, trying to catch her breath.

Not bad. Could be better, but not bad, Neo smirked.

"Not bad?" Momo asked, "A little offended."

Prove me wrong then.

Momo's eyes narrowed as she focused on her opponent. She analyzed Neo's movements and tried to find a weakness. She noticed that Neo relied heavily on her umbrella and her agility, but her attacks lacked power. Momo decided to use this to her advantage.

She threw her metal pole towards Neo's head, and as Neo lifted her parasol to block it, Momo quickly created a large metal hammer in her other hand. She swung the hammer with all her might towards Neo's stomach. Neo managed to block the attack with her umbrella, but the force of the impact sent her flying back.

Neo landed on the ground, skidding for a few feet before coming to a stop. Momo took a few steps forward, ready to strike again, but Neo got up and smiled. She twirled her parasol, and opened up. Suddenly, two other Neos shot out. Momo quickly erected a mana barrier to shield the blows. The three Neos crashed into Momo's barrier, but it held strong. Momo bit her teeth as she felt the strain of holding off the three attackers. The faster she could eliminate them, the better.

Momo realized that the Neos were beginning to blend together as she focused on her barrier. It was confusing to determine who among them was the genuine Neo. To her, it was clear that Neo's Quirk involved deception or replication. Momo inhaled deeply and prepared to focus. She needed to rely on her gut to help her choose the proper victim. She blinked again and then opened them wide to take in the three Neos before her. One of them, she saw, was moving a little bit erratically compared to the rest. That, Momo reasoned, had to be the real one.

With a target decided on, Momo quickly formulated a plan. If this worked she might be able to shatter the Pro's tactics, no pun intended. But to do what, she'd need to successfully trick one of the greatest tricksters in the Pro Hero game right now. She could do that, right? One hit. That's all she needed, just one good hit. She balled her hand into a fist and made some small smoke bombs that would obscure her just as easily from the clones. This should work. She quickly raised her hand and then threw down all of the smoke bombs, exploding into a thick cloud. The real Neo raised a brow at the sudden move. It was certainly an interesting distraction, but she was an old hat at distractions. She didn't know if Momo would strike behind, the left, or the right, so she had clones defend those areas. Her eyes darted around, just looking out for any sign of movement from Momo.

At first, it looked like she saw Creati swerve to the left. The clone responsible for covering that side, opened up her umbrella and thrust it out in an effort to both protect and maybe even bounce the student back. But that was what Momo *wanted.* Using a metal vaulting pole, the creation hero-to-be leapt over the clone and smirked. The duplicate Neo looked up in surprise, before the real Neo turned, eyes wide.

Which was apt considering the hidden sword in the parasol.

As for Ochako, her fight with Albedo was still rather one-sided. More strikes lashed out thanks to Albedo's insectoid legs, each one forcing the Omnitrix's successor to try and dodge. The only problem was that, with each missed hit, the insectoid legs merely sped up. But if speed was the name of the game, then Ochako had an answer to it. She dodged the latest strike, twisted the dial, and then slammed down on the face of the Omnitrix. The lithe and speedy form of XLR8 had replaced Ochako's human form after a flash of pink.

"XLR8. A classic," Albedo smirked.

"Hey, if it works!" Ochako grinned before racing around Albedo. His insectoid legs tried to thrash out and trip her up, but Ochako's handle on Kinneceleran speed was quite good. Albedo had to admit that, even if the girl still had a ways to go before truly mastering the form. He quickly withdrew the evolved Arachnochimp legs and gained some blue scales around his face and throat. He spun in place and let out a burst of freezing cold breath that covered the tiles around him in a nice sleek coat of ice. Ochako panicked as she lost control on the ice, her wheels skidding and slipping against the hazard.

"No, no, no, no!" Ochako shouted before she raced forward and slammed into the wall.

"XLR8's a good option, probably the best of the two most-used speedsters in Ben's arsenal. But if you know how to handle them, that speed becomes useless," Albedo offered as advice.

"Ok...if speed's off the table now," Ochako said, changing back to human and changing the dial, "Let's try-!" She slammed down on the dial and grew into the massive and brawny Four Arms, "Power!"

"Alright then," Albedo nodded, shifting away from the scales. Ochako knew he had another power activated now, but she couldn't tell what it was, so she'd have to be careful.

Albedo just stood there, both hands behind his back for now, practically inviting her to charge him. While it might have been a bit rash to just make a beeline for him, Ochako didn't have much choice in the matter. She slammed all four of her hands together before racing towards the human Galvan. Once she was in range, she reared two of her fists back and thrust them forward. In a split second, Albedo brought up a single arm to tank both of the powerful punches. Ochako's eyes widened when she saw the move, looking between Albedo and the blocked attacks.

"Tell me. Would you happen to know what aliens are physically stronger than Tetramands? It's a short list. Few creatures in the universe, sapient or not, can come close to their physical prowess," Albedo said.

"Um...another...Tetramand?" Ochako asked, knowing that was the wrong answer, but she couldn't really wrack her brain too much in the heat of combat.

"The scientific name is Vaxasuarian," Albedo smirked, before grabbing hold of both of Ochako's wrists, "or as Ben dubbed him Humungosaur!" Albedo roared the name and easily lifted Ochako into the air by her arms alone. To his newly acquired strength, the towering Tetramand may as well have been just a paperweight to him. With all his might, Albedo began spinning in place, one, two, three full rotations before letting Ochako fly and slam into the nearest wall. Under normal circumstances, she would've busted a hole in the wall and the four or five behind it, but Ben's office was built to withstand all manner of alien abilities. Fire suppression systems that doubled as an anti-Limax defense, chemicals that could dissolve even the strongest of Arachnochimp webbing, and, of course, walls that could withstand brute Vaxasaurian strength.

Ochako coughed a bit as she wobbled back to her feet, her vision still spinning just a tad.

"Still ready for another round?" Albedo asked, "Commendable."

"You said...Humungosaur, right?" Ochako asked.

"That's right."

"Then...I yield. If I can barely go against the base strength, I doubt I could even land a hit if you used the bigger form's power," Ochako surrendered and reverted to normal.

"Not hurt are you? Either of you?" Albedo asked.

"Just some bruised pride. It'll heal," Momo admitted as Neo swapped the outstretched parasol for a helping hand, taking it and pulling herself back to her feet.

"For a first time fight, you did rather well, especially considering you didn't know what either of us were truly capable of," Albedo said.

Almost got me earlier. If I hadn't decided to swap with a duplicate, you might've won.

"How can you tell them apart?" Momo asked.

No one really -can- until they shatter. The only way they break prematurely is if I run out of Aura.

"That's…" Momo began.

Stupidly useful? Yep. Had a lot of practice when it comes to that, Neo smirked.

With both of the fights ended, the two Pros and two prospective interns met back up for a little review.

"Considering what we've seen today, I think it's safe to say you have a good start. For Ochako, you have a good grasp of your alien abilities, able to figure out which form would be best suited to the situation," Albedo began.

And you've gotten quite good with that magic. I'm not a mage myself, but I've seen it in action enough times to recognize the skill, Neo levied her own praise towards Momo.

"But it is only a start. Training in a controlled environment can only give you so much. So, that bring us to the next step. Training on the job."

"Does that mean what I think?" Ochako asked.

"Indeed it does. Going on a patrol."

"Patrolling is the first and foremost best way to scope out crime," Nighteye said. "But today, our work serves a different purpose- monitoring."

Monoma raised an eyebrow. "What are we looking for, exactly?"

"Don't mention this to anyone else. It'll violate your NDAs." Nighteye said. "The Nighteye Agency is working on a secret investigation."

Monoma's eyes widened in surprise. "A secret investigation?"

"It concerns a small organized crime group called the Shie Hassaikai." Nighteye said.

"Yakuza?" Izuku said. "I thought their kind was staying quiet nowadays."

"True that they dispersed, but with the Symbol of Peace gone, I suspect that the yakuza are attempting some second coming." Nighteye explained.

"Pathetic grasp for stardom." Monoma scoffed.

"Their head, a young man named Chisaki, has been making strange moves recently," Nighteye continued, pulling out a photo and presenting it to the boys. "The plague mask is his trademark."

Izuku made a face. "I'm afraid to ask what sort of moves."

"Then don't. We've acquired no evidence of wrongdoing, so we can't treat these yakuza as outright villains. We need concrete proof," He opened the door to the entrance, where Mirio and Bubble Girl were standing. "Be careful not to attract any attention to yourselves. Izuku, Monoma, you'll be teaming up with Mirio."

Izuku nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Understood, Sir Nighteye. We'll be cautious."

"No need to worry." Monoma smirked.

Mirio grinned, excited to work with his friends. "Let's go! We'll make sure to gather as much information as possible!"

As they made their way out, Centipeder added a few words of caution. "Be on the lookout for anything suspicious. Keep your eyes and ears open, and report anything unusual back to us immediately."

"Got it," Izuku said, determined to do his part in the investigation.

Mirio, Izuku and Monoma walked down the street, while Nighteye and Bubble Girl walked up the way.

"I'm kinda nervous." Izuku admitted. "Never been on patrol before."

"Are you serious?" Monoma scoffed. "Didn't you go on patrol during your internship?"

"No! For some reason, I just don't have much practical experience in the field." Izuku explained.

"How strange! The big shot Class 1-A member can't seem to comprehend a basic facet of being a hero." Monoma said smugly.

"Ah, don't worry." Mirio said, holding up his hands. "Sir's monitoring the stronghold. We're just walking around the block! It'll be a piece of cake."

Izuku felt a sense of relief wash over him at Mirio's words. "Right, just walking around the block," he repeated to himself, trying to calm his nerves.

As they walked, Izuku kept his eyes peeled for anything suspicious. The streets were bustling with people going about their daily lives, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something off about the area they were in. It was quiet, almost too quiet for a busy city street.

Monoma noticed Izuku's tense posture and couldn't resist teasing him further. "You know, Midoriya, you're really not cut out for this kind of work. Maybe you should stick to your books, mumbling, breaking your own bones."

"Cut it out..." Izuku huffed.

Mirio noticed the tension between the two and decided to intervene. "Hey, how about we tell each other our hero names? I think that'll help in team building."

"I'LL go first." Monoma said. "I chose the name 'Phantom Thief' for myself, because I have the ability to 'steal' any Quirk I touch."

Izuku was surprised by Monoma's hero name. "Phantom Thief? That's an interesting choice. But doesn't that sound like something a villain would choose?"

"I like to think of it as being a hero who can do what needs to be done, even if it means breaking a few rules." Monoma shrugged.

Mirio nodded in understanding. "I can see why that name would suit you, Monoma. You're always so quick on your feet and you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

"Thanks, Mirio," Monoma said with a smirk. "Now, how about you, Midoriya?"

"My hero name is Deku." Izuku declared.

"Like as in, 'Good for Nothing'?" Mirio asked, while Monoma stifled a laugh. "Or the Zelda species?"

"It's...a nickname." Izuku explained.

"Well, alrighty. My hero name is Lemillion!" Mirio said. "I wanted a name that represented my determination to never give up and keep pushing forward, no matter the odds. The million is the number of people I'm gonna save! Cool, right?"

"I like it." Izuku said, impressed. "I like the idea of having a hero name that represents your values and goals."

"Thanks! Not as catchy as All Might or Endeavor, but it's still pretty gr-"

As they were passing by an alley, something ran into Izuku's arm, and fell to the ground. Izuku looked over...and locked eyes with her. Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he looked down at the small figure lying on the ground. She was a young girl, no older than 7 or 8, with wild, unkempt white hair and bandages covering her arms and legs. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was trembling uncontrollably. She had a small horn on the left side of her head.

Izuku's first instinct was to reach out to her, to try and comfort her and find out what was wrong. But he hesitated, not wanting to startle her even more. He knelt down slowly, making sure to keep his movements calm.

"I'm sorry...didn't see you there." Izuku said. "Did I hurt you?" Monoma and Mirio turned around, confused.

Eri moved back, flinching at Izuku extending his hand. Izuku was confused...

"Shame on you, causing trouble for this nice hero..." A voice from the alley muttered.

...Izuku wished he punched him in the face, the goddamn second he saw him. This thing, this creature, this...monster was...

Overhaul. The young Shie Hassaikai boss himself.

Izuku felt a chill run down his spine as he took in the man's appearance. He wore a long coat with a fur collar, a plague mask covering his face, and his hands were covered in black leather gloves. But what struck Izuku the most was the faint metallic smell emanating from the man's suit.

It was the smell of blood.