Quirk Developnt and Practical Combat.
UA offered two Quirk-focused classes for students in General Education, even if they weren't part of the Hero course. Unlike the Hero course, which included daily Quirk and combat-focused classes, these classes t only once a week, with the Quirk Developnt and Practical Combat classes alternating with each other.
This week was the Practical Combat class, where we were allowed to use our Quirks against one another under the supervision of our teacher, Ectoplasm.
"Good work, you two." Ectoplasm nodded at two of my classmates. They smiled at the hero's praise and walked off the training pad. "Okay, you two are next."
"A-ah, right!"
"Hah! Get ready to lose!"
In front of , a nervous Ogasawara Hikari and a confident Ishimoto Keiichi walked forward and stepped onto the training pad. Looking around, my class was within one of the sowhat over the top and impressive training rooms south of UA's campus where all of the practical training took place.
Off to the side was an array of workout equipnt and combat gear. To the back were several more training pads where the rest of my classmates were using their Quirks to fight one another with a clone of Ectoplasm watching over them.
I focused on the ongoing fight between Himiko and so blue-haired guy who seed to have large chanical boxing gloves over his steel arms. She weaved in and out from her opponent's jabs with practiced ease, using her great speed and agility. Seeing this, the blue-haired guy, Yamazaki Kazuhiro, began to grow agitated that he couldn't land a strike on what he thought was a weak opponent.
Atta girl.
Focusing back on the ongoing fight in front of , I watched Hikari squeak as a brown-haired tiger pounced after her.
The brown-haired tiger was actually Ishimoto Keiichi.
His Quirk, Animal Shifter, allowed him to transform into any living animal from the animal kingdom for a solid 60 seconds. The downside to his Quirk was that once transford, he couldn't switch to any other animal or change back before the full 60 seconds were up.
In a rush, Hikari used an ink pen to draw on a large sketch pad. Exploding in a burst of ink from her sketch pad was another tiger made entirely of ink. Seeing this, Keiichi's eyes grew wide in surprise before the ink tiger pounced on him.
Hikaris Quirk, Ink to Existence, allowed her to bring anything she could draw to life. Usually, this would be a pretty powerful ta ability, but it seed that her constructs were only as strong as herself, which ended up being the reason why Keiichi was able to quickly overpower her construct with a swipe of his claws.
Just as he was about to attack a panicking Hikari, his body transford back into his human form. Resulting in him being thrown out of the training pad due to being in a mid-lunge.
"Gah! Dang it!" Keiichi punched the ground in irritation as he turned to a shocked but pleased Hikari. "You just got lucky! Got that?!"
"...do you happen to be a sore loser, Ishimoto-kun?"
After they walked off the training pad, Ectoplasm called my training partner and up. Strolling over to the pad with my hands in my pockets, I inspected my soon-to-be opponent. She had long orange hair tied into twin tails with ribbons. She was relatively well-developed with a pretty face.
Her na was Muraoka Kohaku; she was apparently the daughter of so big-ti CEO who worked for one of Japan's largest support gear companies.
"Ugh, I can't believe I have to waste this week's combat class on a Normie like you," Kohaku muttered as she gave the stink eye. With a stomp of her foot, a stone golem rose from the ground and stomped its way over to . "Ah, well. I'll just make this quick and move on to my next opponent."
"Normie?" I said with a raised brow. "That's a new one."
[ 5 SP]
Seeing the stone golem, Ectoplasm turned to with a worried look. "Shimizu-kun, is this an opponent you're comfortable combating?"
"It's fine, Teach. I took piano and calligraphy growing up." I rolled my shoulders and eyed the Golem with interest.
Despite her Bitchy attitude, she does have a pretty cool Quirk. I turned to Kohaku and saw a bead of sweat on the side of her face. Hmm, even now, it seems she's using a good chunk of energy just to keep it standing.
[ 10 SP]
"Ah, very well then...? If you are comfortable with this, then you both may begin." Ectoplasm said as he backed away from the center of the training pad.
"Behold! The power of my glorious Golem!" Kohaku said with a wide grin as she sent her Golem toward . The large stone summons stomped its way over with loud thuds, gaining the attention of our other classmates who were waiting for their turns. "Punch him!"
I hopped to the side as the Golem swung its large stone arm over where I once stood. Grunting, Kohaku then ordered her Golem to chase after in order to punch again.
This thing doesn't have the ability to think or act on its own. Its movents are entirely dependent on its master's commands.
"Hey, Princess. Is this really the best you can do?" I called out as I effortlessly danced around the Golem's attacks with my hands still in my pockets. Sweating in exertion, Kohaku blushed in embarrassnt at my nickna for her as she struggled to command her to summon to hit . "I thought one of the class's most popular and strong students was capable more than this snooze fest."
[ 5 SP]
"S-shut up!" Kohaku scread with a red face as she swung her arm in the air. "Crush him! Crush that annoying bug already!"
At her loud commands, the Golem upped its speed and power. Grinning, I flipped over a low sweep and used its thick arms to run up onto its shoulders. Leaping over it, I looked down at Kohaku's surprised face and moved right at her. With little issue, I spun around her and clamped my hand over her mouth.
[ 10 SP]
"There we go. No orders, no movent." I said as I watched the stone Golem freeze. "Your loss, Princess," I whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. I then made a chopping motion over her head and looked over to an impressed Extoplasm.
"The match is over. The victory is Shimizu-kun's."
Letting the fuming rich girl go, I watched as her stone Golem crumbled into rubble. If only Kohaku were able to get around the limitations of her Quirk, she would be a pretty formidable opponent.
[5x10 = 50 SP]
"Shit. Again? How is he doing that?"
"For a Quirkless guy, he's sohow able to win every match. You think he's cheating?"
"Nah. My brother is a black belt in karate, so I can tell Shimizu is a very proficient fighter. He's just that good."
I funneled out my classmates' comnts and turned to Kohaku, who was angry and blushing. She stomped in front of and pointed a finger at my face.
"How rude."
[ 10 SP]
"Rude?!" She roared. "How dare you touch my l-lips like that! How am I supposed to find a suitable husband after having my lips smothered by you? Hear , I will win our next match! That I swear, Shimizu!"
"What happened to Normie?" I tilted my head and pushed her finger away. Kohaku looked away and began walking off.
"...I never called you that."
"Hmm, if you say so."
"Hey... Souta-kun." Himiko said in a low voice as she leaned her chin on my left shoulder. Her eyes were closed while a wide, tight smile spread over her face. "You're not becoming one of those guys, are you now?"
What did I do? Wait, what does she an by those guys?
"...no?" I muttered as I looked over where Kazuhiro lay unconscious and surrounded by a few of our fellow classmates. At my answer, her sohow glowing eyes stared into my soul.
"Great!"
x x x
[General POV]
"In there. Move it."
Dressed in a blue two-piece jumpsuit, Shuji Saito stepped through the door one of the Detention Center's guards held open. Walking inside the small room, Saito saw a well-dressed man sitting behind the room's lone bolted-down table.
Hearing the room door close, the man dressed in a tan three-piece suit looked up and noticed his client's arrival.
"Ah! Saito-kun! I've been waiting so long to et you finally!" Standing up, the man walked over and shook Saito's hand. "My na is Gakiya Sōru."
"Who are you?" Staring at the man in confusion, Saito looked at the briefcase and stacked docunts on the table. Grinning, Sōru patted Saito's shoulders and led him to a chair.
"Of course! You must have no idea who I am. But worry not, I know all about you, my boy!" Sōru said as he sat down in front of Saito. Grabbing a folder from his briefcase, Sōru flipped through several pages and landed on one specific docunt. "Let's see... lying to the police, conspiracy, defamation, and the cherry on top, assault. Those are so grave cris, my boy. Fortunately, you have one of Japan's finest criminal lawyers on your side."
"Lawyer? You're my lawyer?" Saito blinked in confusion as he stared at Sōru with hope. "Did my parents hire you? I knew they hadn't given up on ! Are you going to help get out of here?!"
"Indeed I am! I've been working day and night to get you out of this dump for several weeks. A good student such as yourself doesn't belong here, right?"
"Y-yeah! that's right! You see, this wasn't my fault. This was all Toga-" Before Saito could finish, he felt the temperature in the room plumt.
Sōru's once friendly and happy deanor was nowhere to be seen. Standing up, he walked around the table and leaned to the side. Standing in front of the room's lone hidden cara in the top corner.
"It seems you've forgotten, Saito-kun," Sōru whispered with a small smile. "Betraying your word to that man won't end well for you. Or your family... Or have you forgotten?"
Leaning back in his chair in terror, Saito stared into Sōru's frigid brown eyes. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Saito shook his head.
"You're with him..." Saito whispered.
Nodding, Sōru's cold expression imdiately transford. A large, easy-going smile spread across his face as his deanor shifted into a more friendly tone.
"That's great!" Sōru said with a cherry tone. "I'm glad we're on the sa page now, my boy! Now then, let's talk about getting you out of here!"
Forcing a smile, Saito nodded and listened as Sōru walked him through everything he'd done to get him released.
The older, brown-haired man spoke about his talks with the judge and how Toga Himiko made a case for his release, shocking the young man. Thanks to the victim of the attack being willing to forgive his actions, the not-so-corrupt judge was willing to lessen Saito's punishnt.
Instead of finishing his sentence for his cris, he would now be released on parole while performing community service. Usually, overturning a case like this would be unthinkable in a country like Japan. But thanks to the corrupt judge, the new ruling went unimpeded.
"Is this really happening? I can... go ho now?" Saito muttered in a daze.
Giving the boy a slight nod, Sōru smiled and returned all his docunts to his briefcase. "Yes, this is really happening. We should be able to get you and young Sayaka out as well. Kids with bright futures like yourselves deserve a second chance. We should be able to get you released in another two weeks. So please be patient, Saito-kun."
"No way, Sayaka-chan as well. I can't believe it." Saito said with tears in his eyes.
With his piece said, Sōru stood up and went to the door. Saito turned to him and bowed his head in a burst of happiness.
"Thank you, Gakiya-san! Truly!"
Pausing, Sōru smiled slightly. "Don't thank . This was all thanks to him."
Hearing the man's cold voice return, Saito's glee subsided slightly. He was again reminded that his freedom was only thanks to the man who ruined him.
"...right."
x x x
[Shimizu Souta POV]
"Gah! Damn it. This guy's tough." A man dressed in a feathered cape with a jumpsuit with a large N on its chest said as he picked himself up after being punched. This was the pro-hero Native. "But as a pro, I can't let these guys win."
"You hear that, Bro? The big ol hero thinks he's going to win,"
Two n stood across from the pro hero, wearing amused smiles as they observed Native wiping the blood from his injured lip. The man on the left had shiny, reflective skin with a tallic sheen and sharp, serrated teeth. On the right, another man with long, dirty blond hair flexed his arms, causing his muscles to bulge and pulse.
"Whatever, let's just kick his ass so we can get out of here." The dirty blond said as he and his partner approached the injured hero.
Up above on the rooftops, I watched the rather lackluster battle between Native and the two thugs unfold with a bored look as I chewed on so Tokoyaki.
"How boring," I said as I finished my last octopus ball. Sliding down my four-eyed mask, I stood up and jumped away from the snoozefest of a fight. "Let's go see if I can't find another fight."
Leaping over the city rooftops, I scanned the streets and sights below with steady eyes. Landing on an empty bridge, I paused as I felt a disturbance in the air to my right. Focusing, I noticed a speeding blur of black flying right at .
Crack!
With a hop, I flew black as a large, winged creature with an exposed brain crashed straight through the bridge. Shattering and destroying the structure with ease and causing the nearby people below to panic at the sight of the creature.
"What is that thing!"
"Soone call a hero!"
"A monster!"
With a swing of its massive hands, the Nomu blew the dust cloud around it and turned to as I landed on the road in front of it. Everyone ran around , screaming as the large Nomu lumbered across from .
The Nomu stood around 2.5 ters tall and was heavily muscled. Its dark skin was marked by several prominent scars. On its back were wide, dragon-like wings, and its dinosaur-like feet cracked the pavent beneath its weight. It wore a pair of pants over its lower half. The creature's long fingers ended in sharp steel claws that dragged along the ground, leaving thin gouges in their wake. Its bird-like snout stretched out, filled with rows of sharp teeth as it let out a low growl.
[IMAGE]
I don't recognize this one... no, wait. It sorta resembles the Nomu that fought All Might during the USJ incident!
From underneath my mask, I looked around the surrounding rooftops and buildings. Despite my search, I failed to see any signs of Kurogiri or Shigiraki.
"Hey, ugly," I called out to the Nomu. "Where's the one holding your leash?"
With a glass-shattering roar, the Nomu exploded toward with incredible speed. The creature swiped one of its large arms at and tried to slice my head to pieces.
If it's like the one that fought against All Might during the USJ incident, then it should have a shock absorption Quirk. Let's see how it handles against my slices!
"Dismantle."
I swiped my hand down and watched as the Nomu's arm was sliced into several bloody parts. Ignoring the loss of its limb, the Nomu's head snapped toward and bit its teeth at . Weaving around its slobbering jaws, I swung my CE-enhanced fist and landed an uppercut into the bottom of its jaw with Ratio.
"Grah!" The Nomu groaned as its head snapped back violently before its body followed suit. Spinning in the air, the Nomu crash-landed on a parked car.
That attack didn't do much damage. The most it did was send it flying back.
"W-what is that?!" A woman dressed in a business suit cried as she and several other nearby people freaked out at the sight of the monstrous bloody Nomu.
"You're a tough son of a bitch." I landed on a nearby traffic pole and watched as the Nomu's missing arm slowly regenerated. Rolling off the ruined car, the Nomu searched the street before its nose sniffed the air. Its head then jerked to my position with a roar. "Healing, animal-like senses, strength, durability, flight, speed, and who knows what else."
Stepping off the traffic pole, I grinned at the beast and rolled my neck.
"Good. This wouldn't be interesting if you weren't at least this strong."
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AN:
Happy Holidays, everyone.
I wasn't going to draw a visual for the Nomu at first, but I decided to do it anyway as a gift for you all!
Please leave plenty of comnts!
Until next ti!
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