After carefully examining the bedsheets for a long ti, Igarashi Masata finally discovered the true source of the bloodstains.
They had co from his own mouth.
After calming down, he realized that his lip had been scratched during the night. Several small cuts had ford, and blood had seeped out while he was sleeping. It seed that so of the intense movents from his dream had actually happened in reality.
Fortunately, the wounds were shallow and had already begun healing.
Still, the incident served as an important reminder.
No matter how strong he was, if he was caught off guard, he could still be injured.
This ti, it was only because he trusted U.A.'s security too much and had fallen into deep sleep. Under normal circumstances, Masata was extrely vigilant—any slight disturbance would usually wake him.
He also couldn't help thinking about the strange instinctive perception he had experienced during the wilderness battle.
That mysterious sensation had allowed him to react purely on instinct, helping him escape All For One's attack and instantly detect his weakness.
It had given him the chance to land a decisive blow.
Yet ever since that battle, the power had never appeared again.
Just like Conqueror's Haki, perhaps it required the right opportunity to awaken once more.
For now, he put those thoughts aside.
Today's main task was more practical.
Since Hatsu i needed his hair to make his new combat uniform, Masata had already agreed to deliver it personally. Early in the morning, he went to ask Aizawa for permission to leave campus.
"A special combat uniform like that really exists… and the school is planning to promote it in the future. Since this concerns your equipnt, I approve."
As expected, strength ca with privileges.
Aizawa already acknowledged that he wasn't Masata's opponent, so he felt comfortable letting him go out alone.
Following the address Hatsu i had given him, Masata took a taxi straight to the hair-growth hero's studio.
From the outside alone, it looked like a luxurious villa.
Business was clearly booming.
The Growing Hair Hero was a middle-aged man with thick, jet-black hair. After learning that Masata was a U.A. student and the champion of the Sports Festival, he beca extrely enthusiastic and personally received him.
After all, no one would miss the chance to build connections with a future top hero.
The process itself was simple.
The hair-growth hero placed both hands on Masata's scalp and began massaging.
Soon, Masata felt intense itching.
Then—
His hair began growing wildly.
Like weeds after rain, thick strands burst out from his scalp. Within seconds, they ford a black torrent that poured down his back and spread across the floor.
The scene was astonishing.
"Student Igarashi… your physical condition is incredible."
Even the hair-growth hero was stunned.
His quirk only stimulated growth—the actual output depended entirely on the client's physical vitality.
In other words, Masata's body itself was producing this terrifying volu of hair.
This was the first ti he had ever seen sothing like this.
His gaze toward Masata grew even brighter.
"Here! This is our VIP card! From now on, all services here are free for you!"
He hurriedly pulled out a black card and stuffed it into Masata's pocket.
After trimming the excess hair and packing it neatly into a sack, he personally escorted Masata out—without charging a single yen.
Masata, carrying an entire bag of hair, felt slightly dazed.
But he understood the man's intentions.
Not everyone had the strength to ignore social rules. Most people survived by relying on connections.
Building goodwill with him was simply smart.
After delivering the sack of hair to Hatsu i and confirming the design of his combat uniform once more, Masata left the lab in high spirits and returned to the training grounds.
By then, it was already afternoon.
Yet the students' enthusiasm showed no sign of fading.
As their special moves continued to improve, the Gamma Training Ground was filled with shouts and cheers.
"Yo, All Might, you're here too."
Standing beside Aizawa was the thin version of All Might.
When he saw Masata, he panicked slightly and instantly transford into his muscular form in a burst of steam.
"Because the students need , I am here!"
After delivering his catchphrase, he quickly returned to his weakened state.
Although the embers of One For All still burned within him, his physical condition remained unstable.
"I heard from Aizawa, Young Igarashi, that you helped many classmates. You've truly fulfilled your duty as class representative!"
All Might looked at Masata with increasing satisfaction.
Strong.
Reliable.
Kind.
Handso.
He was practically the perfect hero template.
"Haha, it was nothing. I just shared so ideas. Everyone else did the real work."
After exchanging so casual words, Masata lowered his voice.
"AFO is securely imprisoned, right?"
All Might's expression turned serious.
"Yes. Because he's a special case, he's being held in a high-security facility. You injured him badly before—even his accelerated regeneration can't fully heal him. He won't be causing trouble again."
"In that case… the biggest threat left is Shigaraki."
Masata silently made up his mind.
Next ti they t, he wouldn't let him escape.
However—
Neither of them knew that a new storm was already beginning to gather.
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