MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya[Completed] Ch31- Mirko and Ryukyu!

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A few days later, we stood in the train station, waiting to split off for our internships. The whole class was there, bags packed, looking half-awake. Aizawa stood in front of us, eyes barely open, clearly wanting to be anywhere else.

“This is your last chance to back out,” he said.

Nobody moved.

“Figured. Don’t embarrass yourselves.” He turned to leave, but then paused. “And don’t die.”

“Motivational as always,” Kaminari muttered.

I stretched. “Anyone wanna place bets on who gets sent ho first?”

“Mineta,” Jiro said imdiately.

Mineta looked offended. “The fuck? Why ?”

Mina counted on her fingers. “Pervert, short, annoying, and you signed up under Mt. Lady, which ans she’s gonna put you through hell.”

“She would never.”

Kirishima clapped his shoulder. “Bro, she absolutely would.”

Mineta frowned. “Shit.”

Across the platform, Izuku checked his phone. “Gran Torino sent a ssage.”

Kaminari leaned over. “What does it say?”

Izuku read it aloud. “‘Be here on ti. If you puke, you clean it up.’”

We stared at him.

Kirishima whistled. “Man sounds like a hard-ass.”

“Or he just doesn’t wanna deal with nerd vomit,” I said.

Izuku sighed. “I don’t even get motion sick.”

“Yet.”

He groaned and looked away.

A train rolled in. Doors opened. People shuffled around. So of us started moving to different platforms.

Bakugo slung his bag over his shoulder. “Later, extras.”

“Have fun with your denim overlord,” I called.

He flipped off without turning around.

Kirishima shook his head. “Man, he’s gonna hate every second of that.”

“That’s the best part.”

A few more people left. Iida checked his watch. “We should board soon.”

I rolled my shoulders. “Right, Mirko’s waiting.”

Kaminari grinned. “Bro, you’re really about to train under the most aggressive hero in Japan.”

Mina nudged . “Try not to die.”

“No promises.”

The train for Tokyo pulled in. I grabbed my bag and stepped on. Izuku followed, still checking his phone.

Momo, Mina and Jiro sat across from us.

“Ryukyu’s picking you up, right?” Mina asked .

I nodded. “Yeah. She and Mirko are tight, so they set sothing up. Turns out Mirko's place is far, so she is borrowing Ryukyu's.”

Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows. “Damn, two top pro heroes in one place? Try not to act too much like a caveman.”

I groaned, slumping against the train window. "Wake up when we arrive."

Closed my eyes. Shut off my ears. Blocked out the world. Even clenched my ass, just in case.

But of course, my peace lasted all of three seconds before a notification popped up.

[WAZZUP?]

I rolled my eyes behind closed lids. 'What do you want? And how old are you?'

[AGE IS A HUMAN CONSTRUCT. I AM TILESS. BUT IF YOU INSIST—OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL.]

'Right. Should’ve guessed.'

[IT'S FUNNY. YOU ALWAYS WHINE, BUT YOU WOULD BE LOST WITHOUT .]

'I would be peaceful without you.'

[PEACEFUL? WITH YOUR LIFE CHOICES? LOL.]

I sighed through my nose, ignoring the System as it continued flashing dumb notifications. Across from , Kaminari nudged Mina.

"Yo, look at him. He’s either ditating or planning sothing stupid."

Mina peered at , then grinned. "Both."

"Yeah, sounds about right."

Izuku shifted beside . "He’s probably just tired."

[NEW QUEST: WELCO TO HELL. POPULATION: YOU.

OBJECTIVE: Try not to fucking die. Also, maybe help so people if you are feeling generous.

DETAILS:

A certain hero-killing enthusiast is out for blood.

So fun-sized Nomus are running around.

A certain walking decay hazard might be lurking.

Your classmates and pro heroes might be in the mix.

This situation will go sideways. How badly? Up to you.

REWARD:

750 XP

Stat Points (Based on Performance)

New Skill Unlock (??? – Depends on what dumb shit you pull off)

Reputation Boost (Among Heroes & Certain Authorities)

One Rare System Feature Unlock

Mystery Reward

FAILURE:

Severe Injury or Death (Yours or soone else's)

Reputation Loss (Among Pro Heroes & U.A. Staff)

Massive XP Deduction

Potential School Suspension or Worse

[SUB-QUESTS]

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

TASK: Assess the situation, figure out where you are, and don’t imdiately get jumped.

REWARD: 50 XP, 1 Awareness (Hidden Stat)

STOP THE BLEEDING.

TASK: Locate and assist any injured heroes or civilians.

REWARD: 100 XP, Small Reputation Boost, ??? (Based on actions taken)

DEAL WITH THE DOGS.

TASK: Engage or evade at least one Nomu without getting ripped apart.

REWARD: 150 XP, 1 Endurance (Hidden Stat), New Passive Skill (??? – Conditional)

TREAD CAREFULLY.

TASK: Avoid attracting the attention of you-know-who unless you are really sure about it.

REWARD: 100 XP, 1 Agility

FIGHT OR FLIGHT.

TASK: Engage in at least three different combat encounters while keeping yourself and allies alive.

REWARD: 200 XP, 1 Combat Proficiency for every unique strategy used

OUTSMART THE HUNTER.

TASK: If soone sets their sights on you or your classmates, throw them off their ga.

REWARD: 250 XP, New Passive Skill (Tactical Feint - Small boost to deception in combat)

CALL FOR BACKUP.

TASK: Get reinforcents involved before the body count rises.

REWARD: 125 XP, System Feature Unlock (Ergency Signal)

THE LAST STAND.

TASK: Survive long enough for the situation to stabilize OR help in any way that speeds up the resolution.

REWARD: 300 XP, 1 Stamina per ten minutes lasted, ??? (Based on actions taken)

[BONUS OBJECTIVES]

GIVE A DRAMATIC ONE-LINER BEFORE LANDING A HIT.

REWARD: 50 XP, 1 Charisma per One-Liner

STEAL A VILLAIN’S WEAPON AND USE IT AGAINST THEM.

REWARD: 75 XP, 1 Strength per Weapon Used

DODGE AN ATTACK BY PURE INSTINCT.

REWARD: 100 XP, New Passive Skill (??? – Conditional)

PISS OFF THE WRONG PERSON AND GET AWAY WITH IT.

REWARD: ??? (Depends on actions)

MAKE A HERO DOUBLE-TAKE AT YOUR DECISIONS.

REWARD: 50 XP, 1 Intelligence per Reaction Earned

KEEP UP WITH SOONE STRONGER THAN YOU.

REWARD: ??? (Based on actions taken)

The screen flashed in front of , the words practically screaming at .

“...Hosu’s about to be a shitshow, huh?”

[UNDERSTATENT OF THE YEAR.]

Great. Just fucking great.

I stared at it. “The hell is this vague-ass fortune cookie bullshit?”

[IT’S CALLED BUILDING SUSPENSE, SMARTASS.]

I flicked the screen away. “Great. Another day, another quest where I don’t know what’s trying to kill .”

Izuku glanced at . “Did you say sothing?”

“Nah.”

The train rattled on, heading straight for whatever the hell was waiting in Tokyo.

Fuck, let’s analyze. A certain hero killer? Try to be vague, bitch? It is fucking his na. Hero Killer, right?

[BITE ]

Nomus. That ans Pale Bitch and Warp Bastard are in town. Pale Bitch—the big at sack with a brain in a jar. No thoughts, just murder. Warp Bastard—Shigaraki’s taxi service, shady as hell and always going sowhere I do not want to be.

And a certain soone? That has to be Shigaraki. He is allergic to minding his own business. If he is here, it ans hands, decay, and him bitching about heroes ruining his villain aesthetic.

Alright. Stain is stabbing pros, Nomus are wrecking shit, and Shigaraki is probably in the shadows watching things burn. The city is about to be a fucking ss.

[GOOD JOB, SHERLOCK.]

Shut up.

[MISSION UPDATE: YOU’RE WALKING INTO A SHITSHOW. TRY NOT TO DIE.]

Pale Bitch and Warp Bastard…. Those two ran the USJ attack. Pale Bitch summoned a giant punching bag that tanked All Might’s hits, and Warp Bastard teleported people wherever he wanted. Together, they were a massive pain in the ass.

What does this an?

Hero Killer is active. No idea where or how. He must be good if the System considers him a whole-ass event.

Nomus running around ans there are more. Either the sa mindless brutes as USJ or sothing worse.

Warp Bastard being present ans fast deploynt and retreat. If things go to shit, the League can bounce imdiately.

If Shigaraki is lurking, he is watching sothing. He does not fight alone. He plans. If he is here, then this is bigger than so random villain attack.

Iida’s brother got cut down by the Hero Killer, and now Iida picked so no-na agency in Hosu.

If I recall correctly, his brother was hunted there. aning, Iida isn’t thinking straight. He’s out for blood. Gotta keep an eye on him. Party Function from the USJ incident can help with that.

I also need to set up a group chat with those interning nearby. Or should I delay them so they don’t get caught in the ss? What to do?

Mirko is strong, and she’s working with Ryukyu for my internship. If both of them step in, this hell will turn into easy mode.

Todoroki is going to Tokyo too. His old man’s there. If Endeavor gets involved, that’s three top ten pro heroes on the field.

Yeah. We can do this.

The train slowed down as it approached Tokyo. People shuffled around, getting ready to step off. Izuku checked his phone again, probably rereading Gran Torino’s ssage for the tenth ti. I stretched, grabbing my bag as the doors slid open.

The city was loud. Cars honked, people talked, and everything moved fast. A few heads turned as we walked out, recognizing us.

Yaoyao, Mina, and Jiro stayed on the train, heading for another city. Todoroki didn’t say a word, just walked off like we didn’t exist.

Izuku checked his phone again. I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Your subway’s that way, and I’m taking a bus from down there. Let’s split here.”

Before he could say anything, I pulled him into a hug. “Be careful, alright? Don’t do anything that would make Mom sad.”

He stiffened for a second, then sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”

I let go, stepping back. “Good.”

He adjusted his bag. “Don’t start fights with pros.”

“Can’t promise that.”

He rolled his eyes. “Figured.”

I grinned and walked off, heading for my stop. The city was alive as always. Sowhere, an ad played with Endeavor’s flaming mug on it.

Didn’t take long to reach the bus station. So citizens side-eyed , probably recognizing from the festival. A few minutes later, my bus pulled up. I stepped inside, found a seat near the back, and settled in.

About half an hour later, I got off at the eting point.

Mirko was waiting. Arms crossed. Looking impatient.

"Took you long enough," she said.

I took in the scene.

One of the top five pro heroes, standing right in front of .

Ryukyu, another top ten pro, checking her phone like this was just another Tuesday.

And , the new kid, trying not to look like an idiot.

I kept my posture straight. "Traffic."

She snorted. "Bullshit excuse."

I shrugged. "Would you rather I say I got lost?"

Mirko smirked. "If you did, you would be running laps right now."

Ryukyu finally looked up. "Good to see you made it, Midoriya."

I nodded. "Appreciate the invite."

Ryukyu smiled as we walked. "Introductions, then. Why don’t you go first?"

I shoved my hands in my pockets. "Ryuu Midoriya. U.A. student. Number one at the Sports Festival."

Mirko raised an eyebrow. "And?"

I tilted my head. "Professional pain in the ass?"

She barked a laugh. "Now that, I believe."

Ryukyu humd. "I watched your fights. You’re… unconventional."

Mirko scoffed. "That’s a nice way to say ‘dumbass.’"

I smirked. "Accurate, though."

Ryukyu gestured to herself. "I’m Ryukyu, pro hero, currently ranked number ten."

She motioned to Mirko. "And this is—"

"Mirko. Number five. And the only one here who actually matters."

Ryukyu sighed. "She says that, but she works under my agency right now, so you’ll be learning from both of us. And my house rules."

Mirko stretched. "Which ans you’re about to get your ass kicked in stereo."

I let out a slow breath. Okay, yeah. This was gonna be rough.

"Great," I muttered.

She grinned. "Hey, don’t look so down. You’ll live. Maybe."

Ryukyu pulled out a tablet. "Before we start, you should know our expectations. Mirko and I run things differently. I prefer a structured approach—observing before engaging. Mirko prefers…"

"Violence," Mirko finished.

"Direct action," Ryukyu corrected.

Mirko shrugged. "Sa thing."

I nodded. "So if I screw up under Ryukyu, I get a lecture. If I screw up under Mirko, I get drop-kicked."

"Glad we’re on the sa page," Mirko said.

Ryukyu sighed again. "It’s more nuanced than that, but sure." She tapped the tablet. "Let’s talk about training. First, we assess your combat capabilities. Then, we see how you handle real-world scenarios. Depending on how you perform, we may send you into active fieldwork sooner rather than later."

Mirko crossed her arms. "Or if you suck, you stay on desk duty."

"Tragic," I deadpanned.

Ryukyu ignored us both. "We’ll be covering mobility, engagent, response tactics, and, if necessary, damage control. Mirko will focus on physical engagent and endurance. I’ll focus on situational awareness and strategy."

Mirko cracked her knuckles. "And by the end of it, we’ll see if you’re built for this or just another wannabe trying to punch above his weight."

"Sounds fun."

Ryukyu set the tablet down. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," I said. "What’s for lunch?"

Mirko laughed. "I like this kid."

Ryukyu sighed, rubbing her temple. “Let’s eat.”

Mirko cracked her neck. “Finally.”

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