The next morning, at 5:30 A.M., the air in the mountains was sharp and cold. Mist curled across the training field as Aizawa's voice broke through the dawn.
"Everyone, up. Gather outside."
The groans of half-awake students echoed through the camp as Class 1-A stumbled into formation, dressed in their U.A. sports uniforms. So still rubbed sleep from their eyes.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlen," Aizawa said, his voice carrying that deceptively calm tone. "Today marks the official start of your sumr training camp."
He scanned the group, expression unreadable.
"The goal of this training camp is to enhance everyone's strength and, in turn, help everyone obtain their provisional licenses. It is to prepare you all to face hostilities that are becoming more real by the minute."
His gaze swept through the group, lingering on Tsutsumi, then shifting toward Bakugo. Without another word, he tossed him a softball.
"Bakugo. Let's start with you. Your previous record, right after you entered U.A., was 705.2 ters. Let's see what you can do now."
Bakugo catches the ball in one hand.
He stalked to the front, gripping it tight. Sweat flickered across his palms, coating the ball, sparking faint crackles of light.
"Here I go! Go to hell!"
With a thunderous roar, he hurled the ball skyward, his explosion propelling it higher than before, the shockwave sending a burst of hot wind through the field.
The class shielded their faces as the gust swept past.
"864.9 ters," Aizawa read off his device without looking up. "Not bad. You've improved."
Aizawa lowered the device, his tone dropping into that familiar, heavy monotone.
"It's been about four months since you started high school. Through combat experience, exams, and near-death situations, you've all grown stronger."
His gaze swept through his students.
"But so of you," Aizawa continued dryly, "have only improved slightly."
His eyes shifted toward Midoriya, whose nervous sweat was already forming.
"That's why," Aizawa said, folding his arms, "starting today, we'll push your Quirks past their limits."
He looked back toward Tsutsumi, and for the first ti that morning, his expression actually changed. Aizawa suddenly smirked, freaking out most of his students.
"Tsutsumi. You've already drafted training thods for most of the class. Use and refine them. Those you can't help, they would follow the training thod I have prepared for them. Everyone will be trained so hard they'll feel like dying. But try not to actually die..."
The class froze. A few faces turned pale.
"So that's my reason for being here?" Tsutsumi said, crossing his arms and looking at his teacher.
"Yeah," Aizawa didn't bother denying it either. "Your rate of improvent is unnatural, even by U.A. standards. You adapt faster than most people." He tilted his head slightly.
Tsutsumi wasn't surprised at this point; he had been more of a teacher assistant than an actual student for long enough now.
He exhaled slowly, then shrugged. "Alright then…" His purple eyes swept across his classmates.
"Most of you already know what I taught you," he said, voice steady and firm. "But since we're doing this..."
He rolled his shoulders once, a faint grin forming. "Let's do it properly."
"Katsuki, continue your iron bone training," Tsutsumi ordered. "Your control over your Quirk is already sharp enough. What you need now is a body that can withstand the recoil of stronger explosions."
Bakugo simply shrugged. Fine by ."
Without another word, he stomped toward the treeline and began slamming his fists against the trunk.
Tsutsumi turned next. "Shoto, continue working to control and shape your ice and fla."
Todoroki nodded silently as Tsutsumi drew out a card.
Attack Ride: Half-Cold Half-Hot!
A shimring glow spread from his palm. Ice crawled over his left hand, sculpting itself into a dragon-headed gauntlet. He clenched his right fist, drawing back as the air shimred with heat.
When he thrust forward, flas burst from the dragon's maw, roaring across the field like a living creature.
"Ice and fire can be shaped into other forms, and they can combine, but it all depends on the user's imagination and control." Tsutsumi said as the construct lted away in steam.
Todoroki watched in quiet awe, nodding once before moving to his own training spot.
"Kirishima," Tsutsumi called next. "How's your hardening coming along?"
The redhead grinned and flexed his right arm, activating his Quirk. His skin hardened, but the joints remained smooth. "I can control the hardening at the joints now, like you showed ! Makes it easier to move."
"Good." Tsutsumi nodded, then drew another card.
Attack Ride: Hardening!
He pressed his fingers into a claw-like stance, his hand hardened, turning into sharp claws. Then, with a sharp motion.
"Dragon Claw!"
His strike ripped through the trunk of a nearby tree. Three massive gouges appeared, and the top half of the tree splintered and fell with a crash.
"Whoa! That's so cool!" Kirishima's eyes sparkled like a kid at a hero expo.
"Rember," Tsutsumi said, relaxing his hand, "your Quirk can harden any part of your body. Don't limit yourself to being just a tank."
To prove it, he plucked a strand of his own purple hair, hardened it, and flicked it. It shot forward like a needle, stabbing into the dirt inches from Kirishima's foot.
Kirishima stared. "That's... amazing!"
"While you train, don't just stand there and take hits. Learn to strike back while you're hardening. Got it?"
"Right!" Kirishima saluted, already fired up.
From there, Tsutsumi moved across the field, one student after another.
Tokoyami was placed inside a cavern, only a faint lantern glowed at the entrance. "Dark Shadow gets stronger and more wild with the less light there is," Tsutsumi said. "You'll learn to control it when it's wild. Once you've got it under control, increase the darkness level and repeat."
As the light dimd, Tokoyami's voice echoed faintly through the cave, half orders, half pleas, as Dark Shadow snarled and resisted.
Kaminari was next. Sparks flickered across his arms as Tsutsumi explained, "Control your discharge. Build resistance gradually. Keep the pain constant, not overwhelming. Endure until it doesn't hurt anymore, then increase the voltage."
Kaminari grimaced as his body lit up in golden arcs. "Man, this feels like torture!"
"That's because it is," Tsutsumi replied flatly.
Ojiro and Shoji were sparring against Kirishima, fists colliding, earth cracking beneath them. Each exchange honed their reflexes, stamina, and teamwork under pressure.
Then Tsutsumi turned to Midoriya.
"Midoriya," he said. "You should start thinking like yourself for once, not like your hero."
Midoriya blinked, confused. "Huh?"
Tsutsumi didn't explain further. He simply walked past, hands in his pockets.
Midoriya frowned, watching him go. "Think like myself...?" He shook his head.
This is All Might's Quirk. I should be learning to use it like him.
He clenched his fists and returned to training, determined to increase his power output, still missing the aning behind Tsutsumi's words.
All Might has already asked Tsutsumi not to reveal that he can use One for All to Midoriya, afraid that if his successor knew, he might lose the will to beco a hero.
Tsutsumi has told him this was a stupid idea, but the Number One Hero insisted on it, at least until Midoriya started to view One for All as his own Quirk.
Tsutsumi's way of teaching others is by giving off hints and pointing them in a direction for them to discover and improve their own ability.
Like when he first unlocked Jiro's Quirk, he already knew how to perform the vibration attack using his earphone jack.
But he never used it in front of Jiro; he only gave hints and suggestions that led to her discovering this ability by herself.
This way, it could feel more like Jiro actually discovered sothing special about her own Quirk that she learn and developed, instead of sothing Tsutsumi discovered and showed her.
This thod was used for all of his classmates whose Quirks he unlocked.
Bakugo has learn to mix his sweat together, trying to condense them to create more powerful explosions.
Todoroki has learn that the two sides of his Quirk could be mixed together; he just needs to learn how.
He had shown his classmate how to improve their Quirks and skills.
Which step or direction they are going to take, or how far they can reach, is up to them to decide.
Besides those who already have a proper training regin set up by Tsutsumi, the other continue with the training regin set up by the Wild, Wild Pussycats and Aizawa.
Tsutsumi approached the cluster of girls lounging together.
"I guess you don't have a training plan for us, huh?" Asui asked when she noticed him.
"Not entirely," Tsutsumi answered.
Last night, for so reason, he didn't quite understand; most of the girls in the class suddenly ford a bond with him, leading to him unlocking almost all of their Quirks.
Attack Ride: Frog!
His eyes shifted, widening and changing with a faint amphibian sheen, a froglike slit appearing in his pupils. Asui's jaw dropped when Tsutsumi casually demonstrated.
"Not bad. Your Quirk gave the full frog ability too." He flicked a finger, then whipped his tongue out in a blur; it shot forward more than twenty ters and retracted with a soft plink.
"Asui." he said, turning to her.
"Call Tsu." she replied, without hesitation.
"Alright, Asui." Tsutsumi nodded.
Asui: "..."
"Can you do this?" He raised a hand. Magenta-purple mucus oozed from his palm, steaming slightly and giving off a faint, dizzying odor. He slashed the air and let the goop drip to the ground. The dirt hissed and bubbled as if touched by acid.
"I can't…how did you do that?" Asui breathed, staring at his hand while the sli evaporated.
"Figure it out yourself," Tsutsumi said, eyes returning to normal. "When you can make sothing like this on your own, co find ."
Asui: "..."
She watched him walk away, stunned.
"Your personality is really bad… But you're really strong," she muttered, then set to work, trying to replicate the mucus.
"Ashido, right?" Tsutsumi asked, next to the pink-skinned girl.
"I can't believe you still don't rember my na after four months!" Ashido snapped, half-offended and half-joking.
Tsutsumi pulled out another card.
Attack Ride: Acid!
His sclera went black, his skin shifting to a deep magenta. Two yellow horns jutted up from his head, giving him a look similar to when he beca an oni.
Ashido gasped. "Whoa!"
"Your current weakness is that if you create too much acid, your body will lose its resistance," Tsutsumi said calmly, a hand on the mountain's face.
Acid sizzled where it touched; the rock dissolved like sugar. He sank his arm in up to the shoulder, then pulled it out, leaving a deep, hand-shaped groove carved into the rock.
"You're going to use your acid to lt into the side of the mountain until you reach the mark I left," he said calmly as his form shifted back to normal. "If you don't reach it by the end of the training camp, I'll ask Aizawa-sensei to double your howork and give you extra lessons."
"Hey! How could you be so cruel! You Pink DEVIL!!" She shouted in fury at the thought of extra howork and lessons.
Tsutsumi ignored her and began walking away. Ashido, red with fury, pressed her palms beside the groove and began producing acid like it was a matter of life or death.
"Kyo, your task is going to be locating Hagakure, and smack her with this stick." Tsutsumi said, handing Jiro a wooden stick.
Hagakure: "..."
He then turns toward the invisible girl. "Hagakure, your task is going to be sneaking up on Kyo to take the stick."
"Are you just telling Jiro-chan to beat up?" Hagakure complained, sounding pained.
"Do you want to give her the option to kick you too?" Tsutsumi asked flatly.
Hagakure: "..."
Hagakure wordlessly grabbed Jiro and sprinted off. "Alright, Jiro-chan, let's train!"
"Round-face," Tsutsumi told Uraraka with his usual bluntness, "ask Aizawa. I haven't unlocked your Quirk or have anything similar."
Uraraka frowned and marched off to Aizawa.
Tsutsumi didn't know why, out of all the girls, only Uraraka remained locked. He even got Hagakure's Quirk, which is useless to him.
Still, he didn't care about it very much. Uraraka didn't like him, mostly because of his bad personality and how badly he treated Midoriya, her first friend in U.A.
He turned to Yaoyorozu.
Attack Ride: Creation!
Taking off his shirt for a mont, Tsutsumi conjured a large worktable from nothing. On it he created a machine pistol, a double-barreled shotgun, and an assault rifle.
"Dismantle and learn to recreate them. Once you can make them flawlessly, I'll teach you how to use them."
Yaoyorozu stiffened. "Uhh… that's illegal and dangerous. I can't use them."
Tsutsumi sighed and let the tiny tallic grasshoppers break off from his sleeve and gobble the weapons away before returning to form back into his sleeve
"Alright, then. What weapons are you comfortable with?"
"I have experience with a staff," she said, quickly creating a tal staff using her Quirk.
"Good enough." Tsutsumi created a wooden staff, also using her Quirk. "Then learn fast."
She barely had ti to register what he ant before a wooden stick sailed out and bonked her in the head.
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