''The last time we saw our applicants, they had entered their internship period with multiple professional heroes, experiencing a hectic first day as they encountered some of the most dangerous cases. However, they still had to finish that period.
>>6633 → https://youtu.be/h_WFkBXquiQ▶ Kirila remained elevated in the air thanks to her wings, while the outside world was separated by a dense barrier of paper spinning at enormous speeds, hard as steel and sharp as blades, forming a perfect cage.
Thousands of sheets flew through the air in impossible patterns. It wasn't ordinary paper; her advanced quirk mastery allowed her to rearrange its fibers and compact them into a structure similar to nanocellulose, multiplying its resistance to far exceed that of steel. The result was terrifying: light, sharp, and resistant sheets, a perfect means of attack and defense.
The entire area had become a shredder. Ukyo could barely destroy the blades that approached him, while Ganosuke tried to break through the Yakuza's defense without much success.
Kirila remained suspended above them, observing from above as small drops of that black bile escaped her mouth, without it seeming to affect her power.
"Kirila!" Bullseye shouts as he dodges another rain of blades. "This makes no sense! Are you really going to waste your life for something like this?"
Kirila gave no answer to the mention of her name, nor to the question. Ukyo seized the moment to join in.
"You can still surrender! If we don't defeat you, someone else will. There's no point in wasting your energy and your life by taking that crap."
For a moment, it seemed the Yakuza was going to respond, and she did with a laugh that sounded more like a growl.
"Gahr... Surrender...? How easily the heroes speak."
Bullseye tried again. "You don't have to go through with this. We have your information; you were a good student as a teenager. Why are you doing this?"
Their voices came through muffled by the paper storm, but they could be understood.
"...My information?" Kirila's voice drops an octave. "Is that all?" Another drop of that black bile falls from her mouth. "A stupid file? How convenient..."
Ukyo continued, "We're not trying to judge you! It's not too late to do the right thing and surrender."
"Surrender...? How easily the heroes speak."
Bullseye interjected, "We're not here to judge you."
"Lies!" The whirlwind exploded in intensity due to the woman's strong emotions. "Heroes always judge, it's the only thing they do!"
"Heroes always have an empty answer and stupid speeches!" The speed and ferocity of the whirlwind increased along with the blades.
"We're trying to help people!" Ukyo shouts. "You can do the same if you leave this behind."
"Help?" Kirila's eye began to twitch nervously. "They always arrive after everything has already happened. If that's their idea of helping, I'll pass."
More sheets joined the gale. "They always think they can understand people by looking at four papers and a file, by glancing at a group of people and speaking like bearers of truth"
The blades coordinate and begin to be fired from all directions as a single block of blades.
"Good student? Is that all you can say about me? You know nothing!" Her voice rose with her rage, as if breaking "Heroes know nothing of pain. They never show up when someone truly needs them. They only arrive when everything is already over"
With little time to react, Bullseye pushes Ukyo out of the way, becoming the victim of the blades himself.
"And then they talk!" Kirila continues as the storm becomes fiercer. "They talk and talk!"
"Bullseye!"
Ukyo screams as the professional hero disappears under the white tide.
The sound is horrible. The hardened leaves pierce suit and flesh from all angles, opening new cuts every second as blood splashes the ground.
In a hurry, Ukyo gathers all the arrows he can and makes them explode, dispersing part of the storm with the impact.
The blades scatter and Bullseye falls to his knees. There was not a single part of his body that was not bleeding.
Kirila watches him from above "...Pathetic" She clenches her fist "They always do the same thing. Do you think by playing the martyr I'll come to my senses? Am I supposed to be moved?"
Bullseye manages to stand up. "Well... maybe I didn't choose the best topic of conversation..." He stumbles again, leaning on his hands to avoid falling face-first to the ground "But I'm serious. We just want to help... and I'm very sorry if you went through hardship, but this won't solve anything"
Kirila lowers her gaze. For a moment, her eyes show something other than rage. Just for a moment.
"Trash" The paper barrier closes again as hundreds of hardened blades point towards both heroes "You know nothing of pain. You never show up when someone truly needs you, so stop acting like you can save someone with your empty speeches"
much text (https://youtu.be/cTblZiVd9Q8)▶ As the sound grew louder, the indistinguishable smell of burning, and the potent sulfur became clearer than crystal.
https://youtu.be/UuTq-Aynwnw?t=20s▶ The torrent of industrial volumes of magma hit against the paper whirlwind like a car-sized meteor, piercing through it as it turned the leaves to ash. Ukyo rushes and pulls Bullseye out of the way.
You come face to face with the lilac-haired woman, her palpable rage as she observes you.
"You..." Her words were filled with poison "Can't you stop bothering me, you damn brat" With a gesture, more paper swirled and a huge block of blades shot towards you, but like against ice, it was only a matter of extending your arms.
The heat increased, steam escaping under pressure from your suit as the torrent of magma was fired with such force that it almost pushed you back. It first matched Kirila's attack and in a few seconds surpassed it, consuming the paper in flames and forcing her to move away.
The Yakuza clicked her tongue, Bullseye incapacitated, Ukyo could do little now and Aurelio and Chihiro were still recovering from the spores... now it was one on one.
Kirila lunged fiercely, but with the new level you were operating at, all the adrenaline and euphoria charged, it made the difference evident. You could barely keep up with her, but it wasn't necessary. Your quirk had become widely superior. If you had an advantage against hers before, it was now crushing.
The Yakuza had lost the only superiority she had over you in their previous fight, the quantity, you had matched it. In that way, the scales had tipped very unfairly in your favor.
No matter how large and violent her attacks were, they were consumed by the enormous amount of magma you responded with.
"YOU DAMN BRAT!" She screamed "Stop interfering! What do you know?!"
You knew nothing, nothing about her and she knew nothing about you, and yet, that was not an impediment for you to act.
Kirila kept retreating as large amounts of paper accumulated around her. The blades compacted layer upon layer as the heat consumed them and black veins began to show on her body.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE OTHERS?!" Her voice came out broken, filled with rage "WHAT THE HELL DO HEROES KNOW ABOUT PAIN?!" More paper joined the gale as her ravings driven by anger began to follow "DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE WORTHLESS TO NO ONE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE LOCKED UP, AND NO ONE CARES IF YOU LIVE OR DIE?!"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO ASK FOR HELP AND NO ONE SHOWS UP, TO DISAPPEAR AND NO ONE LOOKS FOR YOU?!"
The paper began to compress on itself, hardening further as it gained shape.
"NO! HEROES ALWAYS ARRIVE WHEN IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE, THEY KNOW NOTHING!" Her hands trembled as she commanded her attack "AND THEN THEY TALK! THEY ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOPE, ABOUT JUSTICE AND SAVING PEOPLE!"
"THAT HOPE TRASH NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR ME" The enormous mass of paper began to take shape behind her, a gigantic mass of hardened sheets and compacted blades, the force of which was breaking the walls and ceiling of this floor. "Trusting heroes only brought me pain... but there was someone" Her voice low "The boss reached out to me when no one else would. Bruce gave me a place, he gave me a chance to be worth something... So I don't care what you guys say!"
The attack culminates, a huge cone-shaped paper mass as large as a small building, pointing directly at you
"I won't abandon him!"
https://youtu.be/M7Gu9FeUM6M▶> Nazuna has more plus ultra moments than the otherskek With a violent arm movement, that entire mountain of hardened paper shoots out like an avalanche.
You plant your feet, the ground begins to melt again as your suit's cooling system finally gives way and breaks along with parts of your suit that begin to incinerate from the intense heat.
The very oxygen seems to be consumed, as if you were acting as a thermobaric weapon representative as you repeat the tactic: extend your arms and fire with all your might.
The magma comes out as a single uniform stream, almost a flash of light, colliding with the enormous paper cone.
You feel your arms are going to melt. The shot has so much force that you start to skid backward, until something rests on your back and stops you.
"Just finish it, damn it!"
Using his quirk, Aurelio holds your back with a large aura hand, aided by an air current from Chihiro.
"Let's go Nazuna!" Ukyo shouts
The paper advanced, recovering and turning to make its way through the molten rock even if it burned, Kirila was putting in all her effort, but so were you.
Even more so when literally and metaphorically, you had people behind you supporting you. Using your last reserves of energy, you step on the gas, the magma torrent increasing in strength, pushing back Kirila's attack, until finally burning everything.
...
The entire opposite wall, along with the ceiling of this floor and the one above, are reduced to rubble and molten rock, not to mention the magma itself which would cool down, after you finished your full-power attack.
You lower your arms, cramped, mind clouded, vision blurry, there was no trace of the Yakuza, did she...?
"Damn it, she escaped!" Ukyo says, and goes to activate his communicator "I need doctors urgently, Bullseye is in critical condition!"
Oh... it was okay, you hadn't killed anyone. Aurelio releases you, but your legs tremble.
"Nazuna? Nazuna!"
You hear Ukyo's voice shouting your name, but the heatstroke is already too strong for you to remain conscious, you fall unconscious. How does Nazuna go from unconscious to taking over from Lucas? It will be seen in the corresponding turn when the timeline needs to be ordered! kek
>>4063 → >Gwendoline The ghost extends her arms to the sides, at the same time the gaseous tornado opens and disperses, shaking the stage with trails of wind. Shiori ends up on her knees against the ground. Defeated, finally.
"And with this... the curtain closes"
Almost at the same time Hanan's and Alpyr's teams arrive. Gwen could complain about the delay, but Rosalía is already doing it. For the specter, there is another small concern.
"So we give up on Hinata already? At least we should check the state of her body... Not because I want to keep it or anything, but because as the hero I am, it's normal for me to worry about my teammates"
"You're wasting your time, dear. Only nonsense and lies come out of that woman's mouth. Doris (Dorian) can tell you, he witnessed her vile performance firsthand."
When you manage to get your bearings, you realize something... you were in a refrigerator.
With your arms and legs hanging out, you were inside a refrigerator full of melted ice bags and other fresh items. You had cans of deku-cola, grape-rush beer, frozen meals, and a medium-rare steak on your abdomen, all with the effort of cooling you down after you lost consciousness. Your suit was pretty ruined, but at least you weren't half-naked.
The refrigerator was being held up by Aurelio's aura, who, noticing you wake up, lets go and drops you. This startles you, but you manage to get out and shake yourself off to remove the moisture.
"About time," says the Italian.
"Are you alright?" asks Ukyo.
Chihiro places another ice bag on your head, which begins to melt. Although at a slower rate, you still felt a high temperature, but it was more manageable.
"You got knocked out from using your quirk too much, the paper woman escaped and we had to leave Bullseye to the medics and we brought you because plot"
"We went down to the first floor to help the others--" >>4060 → There you saw him in the distance, Akira and Eri's team fighting a woman without arms and some Nomus.
They hurry to follow, but can't say a word until Ghost Lady raises her voice and yells at them to go down the adjacent hallway to help Lucas's group.
As they move, they pass by Eri, who with a shock of 5 to each of them, slightly restores their energy.
You weren't at 100%, and with your suit, your heat regulation wasn't optimal, but with renewed stamina and desire, you push ahead.
"Hey, wait!" yells Ukyo. continued below ... >>6634 → >"RETURN YOUR RETURN!"
"Nuh uh," says Eri, shaking her head. "Consider yourself saved, no returns." Damn it!
Yukako was a big fan of Ghost Lady, just like you were of Deku.
>"Hey, don't be embarrassed, Yukako!" >"I copied Deku too because I'm a fan!"
Yukako looks at you, her expression becoming kinder despite her earlier embarrassment and shame. "Really? You must like him a lot, hehe" She laughs "You're a good boy Lucas. You'll go far"
...
The fear of the bullet rain makes your alarms go off, but Kin stops you before you sacrifice your arm in vain, with Yukako countering the powerful attack, now it was their turn and they advance devastatingly breaking the enemy ranks.
But he decides to flee once more, things seem to be going against him, so they change their strategy, especially with Karui's idea.
"Think of a strategy!"
"Uhhh..."
"We continue with what we do until we reduce him, with whatever he has injected himself with, his body shouldn't last long, either from stamina or vitality, until reinforcements arrive" Yukako exclaims, bringing order "Don't let him escape!"
"Okay, enton--THENNN" You grab Karui suddenly
Having more space, Yukako allows herself to increase the area covered by the portals to give you more of a race track, with enough distance you propel yourself upwards with all the strength your legs give you, Yukako and Kin making their efforts to counter every shot from an opportunistic clone against the two of you.
"WOAHHHH!" Karui shouts
In less than half a second you go up and up to the sky, the factory below looked small as you must have climbed around 500 meters. Still in the air, and before a second passed where you lost your momentum and gravity affected you, you grab Karui firmly by the arms and start to spin.
You spin like a drill or a helicopter blade, you spin at over 1000 revolutions per second until you release your companion, letting your own strength plus the accumulated centrifugal energy carry him to his destination.
Karui flies out with an explosion, a human, rising higher than you, crossing the clouds and disappearing from your sight.
You started to fall again and being able to kick the air, you manage your direction to return to Yukako and prevent any of the hundreds of clones from sniping you. ... I made a tremendous contradiction, Lucas was on the 3rd floor, he should have fallen to the 2nd with Nazuna while fighting Hasai, kek, let's just say both floors broke on the fall and that took him to the 1st floor with Akira/Amane, kek As Lucas landed, Yukako and Kin were losing their advantage as now part of the clones kept up the offense while the rest climbed out.
But a sudden wave of heat hit them in the back, followed by screams—and of course, the smell of sulfur. Nazuna was joining the fight.
Having burst up from the ground despite only needing to reach the end of the hallway, the heroes had to look cool after all when making their entrances.
In her berserker frenzy state, Nazuna fired upward, unleashing once more a massive torrent of magma, along with the one she'd been carrying underground. It rose skyward as a uniform column several meters wide, now raining down upon the clones, who activated their shields.
Lucas caught the heroine's attention again—once more, the plan remained the same.
"Magma girl, try this!"
The dwarf heroine gave two unique portals to the two applicants. The first one nearly seemed to cut off Nazuna's attack flow, but instead, now from the sky, the magma rain felt more like a biblical cataclysm, exponentially increasing in volume and destructive power. The rest of the building began being consumed by the downpour.
On the other side, Lucas's air attacks surged dramatically once again, now combined with Kin's gunfire. The barrage began halting the clone squad's escape attempt as they started collapsing onto each other. The force of the air also hardened the magma in several spots, creating annoying dead weights of solid rock atop multiple clones.
"RAHHH!" A chunk of debris flew from behind.
A powerful blast of air followed it through portals, adding its own contribution to disrupting the clones.
Also arriving with their fair share of exhaustion, Aurelio and Chihiro joined the group—Chihiro as quiet and expressionless as ever, and Aurelio annoyed, as always.
"...Is that what we're supposed to beat?" said the blond, somewhat perplexed. "Looks like a bunch of insects."
"Wait... guys!" Ukyo arrived last, panting.
(https://youtu.be/Mz62-rnxAz0)▶ A strong wind bursts in, making their hair fly in the opposite direction as a whirlwind of white paper descends from the sky through the hole in the ceiling, and amidst it all is a certain woman with lilac hair, her eyes filled with great fury—reinforcements have arrived for the villain, and Kirila joins the chaotic battle.
"About damn time!" the clones shout, with multiple voices of different tones and volumes, "Give me a hand getting out of here!"
The yakuza woman turns around, observing the mob of clones, and gives a slight nod before speaking.
"Yes, boss..."
https://youtu.be/O0qhWAB6YVE?t=1m10s▶ A sudden orange glow illuminates the sky, a massive streak of the same color falling like a meteor with a long fiery tail trailing behind.
That light growing larger and larger in size with every meter it descends. It's Karui, his strength restored to 110%—if not more—engulfed in flames and charging a powerful attack.
"Sun of Apollo: Smash!"
The fire attack grows until it's several magnitudes larger than before, and he hurls it toward the mass of clones. Kirila attempts to respond, but the attack is swallowed by a portal, only to reappear right in front of the clones, finishing the job of scattering them like bowling pins knocking down pins.
The Shiketsu student lands again beside the group, cracking the ground with his superhero-style landing, radiating flames and heat just as intensely—if not more so—than Nazuna. He's stronger now, even slightly taller than when Lucas saw him this morning, now surpassing 2 meters.
"Are we waiting for something? There are villains to beat."
That was enough to ignite their spirits.
The clones resume their assault, splitting into offense and escape, with Kirila providing support.
"A suggestion, but I think the heat-type quirks should focus on the paper woman," Ukyo says—it sounds like a plan.
>>4437 → You just have to roll a high die to balance the dice count and survive, kek
>Ooishi had 100+60 ;_; Because the base level of 2nd is higher, he would actually have +90 and then from his quirk evolutions between +100 and +120 between physical and the 3 quirks if he wasn't fucked up by the fight, although his normal die would still be 100, things that science cannot match the strength and natural talent of others
>Save me Amane As soon as Amane, Nazuna, or Akira send a turn, their fights end and help becomes available to you, hang in there little guy, be a hero, kek
Tomorrow I'll reply, OPie. Also the meta. So you know I'm not waiting for reinforcements, I'm determined to take at least one turn with the floor 3 team alone against the kek addict
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOZrsqLPwxA▶ On this occasion, the focus will shift from the famous Class 1-A and its associates. To concentrate on another corner of UA, this time a group of students not so prominent or well-known
...
https://youtu.be/VOW9AFZFEhE▶ The setting was in the middle of a television program, where a raffle for something of great value was being held. The presenter put his hand inside a small box, and from there he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper
He carefully unfolded it to read it, then shouted, using all the air in his lungs, towards the camera
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER, A LUCKY CLASS FROM UA SCHOOL, HAS WON AN ALL-PAID TRIP TO MASAYOSHI ISLAND, A TOURIST CENTER AND VACATION RESORT ABOUT TO BE OPENED, AND THE CURRENT HEADQUARTERS OF THE JAPAN PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION"
The lucky UA class managed to win a small, luxurious vacation on a paradise island. The dream of anyone, isn't that right? >Players <Amelia <Aliz <Chieko <Claire <Feng <Gaspar <Hirohito <Iwamaru <Kay <Kyla <Malakai <Seiken
>>26367 >Amelia When Amelia becomes one of the victims of the prank on Claire, the one responsible for soaking her favorite clothes speaks up.
<Sorry...
But in her anger, Amelia ignores him, and even insults him, triggering a speech while being pointed at by the idiot.
"Don't... point... at me..." -he mutters-
<Fine! Yeah, I'm an idiot, a hopeless fool!
(Yes.)
<But I'm also your partner...
(Sadly UA doesn't offer classes from home...)
<The truth is, you're not exactly the best person in the world either
(No, I'm bottom-of-the-barrel trash too, so what?)
<antisocial, weird, suicidal, hurtful, and sometimes downright cruel.
(Did you catch the suicidal part?)
(Meh... not an inaccurate picture.)
<You can hate me, call me whatever you want—I don't care, go ahead and vent if it makes you feel better.
"Asshole."
(Meh... insults aren't that big a deal... not worth dwelling on.)
<But you know what? I love you, Ame-chan!
"What?" -she asks, showing no expression on her face... but feeling confused inside-
<I love you because you're my partner, and I care about you.
"I don't think 'love' is the right word for that sentence."
<You matter to me, Ame-chan, and look where we are—stuck together on this trip...
(It's true... remembering that annoys me.)
<You can reject me all you want
(So... you're serious about loving me...? What a shame.)
<but I'll keep inviting you and dragging you places anyway, just like Claire does
(Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do something on my own? That I'm not just a robot you can drag around everywhere? I have my own goal, you know.)
<And you know why? Because you matter to us, Amelia.
(mental sigh I have no idea why out of all the students, I'm the one who 'matters'...)
<Sorry, was that too dramatic?
sigh "You're completely mistaken." -she says, out of nowhere- "I don't know if you were serious, but I'll be direct: you don't love me. You don't know me—nobody does. I don't have friends, and I don't want any. You're just another classmate I'm forced to interact with, like everyone else. If I hate you less, it's only because you're one of the lesser evils... That's all. If you're attracted to me, it's only because of how I look... which would just make you a creepy pervert, since I don't even have a body..." -Amelia... simply hadn't developed at all. Not even a little- She talked too much, so she just stopped.
"What I mean is: I don't love you, I don't like anyone. I'll live and die alone..." -a brief pause, but she continues- "in short: no."
He took it as a love confession. Amelia doesn't like love.
She didn't hate Gaspar more after that... but she didn't hate him any less either.
<Don't bother Ame-chan, or she'll strike back.
That was true—now the blonde was already plotting a painful revenge over something as small as getting mocked and nearly splashed by that woman.
<We were just having fun, like kids. What's wrong with that?
(How annoying.)
They throw Aneko into the pool maybe soaking Amelia again, maybe not which was somewhat funny... not funny enough for Amelia to even smile, but still somewhat funny.
(The fall of the pool queen... destroyed by her own kingdom. An interesting tale.)
<Two in a row, one more for a hat trick!
"Don't even think about it, creep." -she said, trying to avoid being next-
<By the way, you're from another class, right? What's your name?
(She already said that...) or did she? The timeline has been destroyed >>26433 A while later, after drying off the flea, Gapoo once again puts his hand on her shoulder, making the girl shiver before she swats it away.
"Don't touch me."
<Better take a step back, okay?
Sigh "Good idea..."
Amelia turns and walks away from the group at the pool, the towel draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her goal was to use this moment to slip away unnoticed and head to the hotel, to talk to the teacher who hopefully was still in her room since she probably has no life.
(Maybe she's still there... it'd be really bad luck if she actually went to the bar like that mole servant said...)
And so Smurfette escaped... or maybe not. She was just walking normally; it'd be easy to stop her if someone wanted to.
(>>26350 >>26351 >>26352)Claire needs a visit to the psychologist (>>26367 >>26423 >>26433) (>>26733 >>26734) >... >After Gapoo tackled Claire into the pool, both students managed to get out, only to find themselves facing another pair of students, one of them displaying a rather unpleasant attitude. >Claire glanced at the book the guy was carrying—unfortunately, it wasn't a Bible, but "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. >The girl named Aneko showed an increasingly hostile attitude; as soon as Claire joined the conversation, the clash of personalities only heightened the tension in the air.
"Are you sure, sweetie? What kind of good students go around assaulting people with water?" The more the conversation progressed, the worse it got. "Censor me, you say? Is that a threat? From what I see, you're just a spoiled little daddy's princess. I'd love to see you get your hands dirty—if you've got the guts to do it."
>"And aren't you misjudging our teachers?"
"All adults are the same. They only care about getting their paycheck so they can waste their money on stupid things, like betting on pool or wrecking their kidneys."
>When Amelia started complaining about her class in general, the intention flew completely over Claire's head—she misunderstood and thought they were referring to another class.
"What did you hear the brown guy say when he showed us this place? We already live here, stupid..." Claire walked away, no longer willing to listen to the conversation.
>And then Amelia's previous turn happens kek >After Feng scared Aneko off, she went to complain to her brother for having been left there like a soggy lettuce without intervening. That's when Gapoo climbed out of the pool at this point I've already given up on organizing the timeline and started talking to them.
"Leave me out of your fights, I just came here to read," the boy replied.
"Shut up," her sister snapped at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me without me addressing you first?" Aneko pointed her finger at Gapoo, until suddenly the sailor grabbed her by the waist and repeated the dunking maneuver. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? LET GO OF ME!" She began screaming and kicking.
>Gapoo and Aneko fell into the pool again, just like earlier with Claire.
"LET GO OF ME!" She didn't stop screaming and kicking, now lightly punching Gapoo with her fists. "LET GO OF ME, FREAK, STATUE-FACED JERK!"
>Once he pulled her back out, she scrambled as far away from Gapoo as possible and took shelter close to her brother, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"D-do something, you idiot!"
"I'm almost done with my book. Wait a minute." "That's it, you're the worst!" She retreated inside the hotel. Clearly, those siblings had a very healthy relationship.
"Answering your question," the brother said to Gapoo, "No, we're not part of any class. We live here."
>Shortly after, Claire returned to the pool, now wearing her swimsuit. Gapoo tackled her into the water again. >Meanwhile, Amelia left the pool area. >>26733 >>26734 >You left the pool with a towel over your shoulders, passing through the reception. There was Aneko, furiously drying her hair. She peeked out from under her towel and saw you.
"What are you staring at?" She technically spotted you first.
https://youtu.be/vbWAxSJ_EEg▶ >The elevator doors opened, and then—moving at incredible speed—something dashed past you, causing you to spin around like a cartoon character. You could hear a small laugh coming from Aneko. >Your spinning finally stopped, leaving you slightly nauseous. You looked toward the cause—easily recognizable anywhere. It was Japako, visibly agitated. She swung her head from side to side, her snakes doing the same, as if searching for something. Also... was she sniffing the air?
"Seiken?! Seiken?!" She didn't even seem to notice you. Receiving no response, she continued running until she disappeared from sight. Looks like she wouldn't be joining you to get that souvenir anytime soon.
"Uhhh, that's your teacher, right? You haven't even been here two hours and someone's already gone missing. Real professional standards at UA, I see." She quickly returned to her annoying attitude. "You gonna keep soaking people around here or what?" Didn't seem like she'd shut up anytime soon.
>... >>26367 >>26423 >>26433 >... >After all the small commotion at the pool implying ended, the annoying girl's brother closed his book and stood up from his chair.
"Hey you, come here. I'd like to have a word with you." Having stayed out of things during the earlier incident, what could he possibly want to talk to you about now?
>Out of mere curiosity or because of my damn balls, you approached him.
"Simply put, what you did to my sister a moment ago didn't sit well with me." It showed—he was clearly annoyed, despite nothing actually happening at that moment. "So I'd like to settle this in a way that doesn't get either of us in trouble." Trouble? "On your way here, did you hear about the training area they have?" He doubted a simple fight would be beyond a UA student's capabilities. If he wanted to resolve such a trivial matter with fists, he was either very proud and confident—or just plain stupid. "Though you can go change first if you want."
>First day, and you already had a cordial invitation to get your face smashed in. You could try to run away, but who knows what would happen if you did. Would you accept his proposal?
>... (>>26350 >>26351 >>26352) (>>26367 >>26423 >>26433) ps://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI >After spending some time on the beach, and preferably I'd like it to not be night already so as to have room for more events kek with the day not stopping its advance, Claire went to one of the many kitchens, and entered to start cooking as if the kitchen were hers >The cooks were busy, but the few who were there didn't show anger or any kind of problem with Claire's presence there >The kitchen was immense, that was the best way to describe it, dozens of ovens, dozens of sinks and tables, shelves, refrigerators, and pantries where all sorts of ingredients were stored. Even this kitchen, which was immense in itself, was connected to another kitchen that surely must have had similar dimensions >The conversations among the cooks implied that, for the most part, they were preparing food for the hotel's opening night, which was going to be tomorrow night. Another small portion was preparing food for the other few residents who had arrived early >It was then that Gapoo made his entrance, and like Claire, he started cooking without anyone asking him to >Claire, noticing this, tried to get support from the cooks to kick him and most of the cooks out >Unfortunately, she didn't get much support; kicking out people who were there to earn a salary was going to be impossible >A cook suggested that if there was a problem, they could go to the adjacent kitchen where there wasn't much staff currently, as the rest would arrive tomorrow to finish preparations for the hotel opening. Somewhere in the background, Gapoo received confirmation from the head cook, and like a game of telephone among the other cooks, the news spread that in the kitchen, everyone who had the desire to learn or practice the art of cooking was welcome https://youtu.be/5eLjtCcsBZ4▶ >It was then that suddenly Gapoo cut his finger while cooking. As one cook said he was going to get some bandages from a shelf, the door leading to the adjacent kitchen burst open >A dark figure emerged from it, walking irregularly, and breathing raggedly, making strange sounds, as if it were an animal choking; it was a sight that could be considered terrifying... then the figure burped https://youtu.be/0naWO-EkLqg▶ several times in a row, in fact
"Ufff..." An arm poked out from the dark figure and scratched its head
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk▶ >The dark figure's body turned out to be a pile of hair covering a person. The hair moved, revealing a good view; the strange figure was actually a boy, about your age, with red eyes and extremely long hair, reaching almost to his feet >Several strands of it were undulating on their own; his quirk undoubtedly had to do with controlling his hair. Other long, thick strands were holding... food, one was holding a bottle of Pepsi, and another pair was holding a bucket of KFC along with some sauce, while in his free hand he was holding a piece of chocolate cake
"I smell blood..." Some cooks sighed and showed small irritated faces, while the boy scanned the place with his eyes until he found Gapoo, whom he pointed at with his finger, "Who are you people and what are you doing dirtying my kitchen?"
"It's not your kitchen, you can only be here because you're too strong for the guards to forcibly remove you," a cook commented. The boy paid him no attention
"So?" He opened the piece of chocolate cake he had in his hand and swallowed it in one bite, and gulped it down at high speed, "What are you doing here? No, who are you?"
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https://youtu.be/-t5--PiJsWo▶ After the UA sports festival came to an end, the end of the first semester at the hero school was also marked. However, the young aspirants have no time to rest, crime in the streets is increasing, criminal gangs growing more and more concerned due to the decrease in their numbers caused by certain groups of villains. Our young heroes will go out into the streets for their internship periods with real professional heroes, and get a real taste of what this world is like, and see if they are prepared to face it.
Several days had passed since the festival, since you were transferred to the Hero Course and Class A, and also since that incident with Sarah and Abel.
Just as you’d imagined, you hadn’t received any offers from any hero agencies; if it weren’t for LockPick, you would have been stuck, or you would have had to rely on the UA itself to take pity on you and find you an agency. When the time came, you picked up the phone and accepted the offer; the day was already set.
This was the opportunity you needed, and you weren’t going to waste it. At dawn, you took the train to leave Shizuoka Prefecture, where the UA was located, and head to neighboring Aichi. Your destination was the capital, Nagoya. The day before, you’d picked up your hero suit at the UA—this was the perfect chance to break it in.
The trip went smoothly, though once you got off and started walking toward the location, you realized something: this didn’t seem like a very safe part of the city. The further you walked, the worse it got—there was more trash, the buildings were starting to look run-down, and there were suspicious-looking people hanging around. At least the day was nice, with a blue sky and few clouds… though they said it would get cloudy later.
After a while, you arrived at the place: a small three-story office building, sandwiched between two other large buildings. The place looked neglected; however, it had a sign with the address marked on it, next to a sun-faded LockPick poster stuck to the door, and next to that was another poster that read “nail salon.” Now that you remembered, the address specified “2nd floor.” Next to the door was a panel with buttons to call different floors.
Waiting by the door, you see that there’s also a girl there. She had two-toned hair—black and white—and was wearing the uniform of a school you didn’t recognize: a gray shirt and a brown skirt. In addition to a backpack, she was also carrying a purse. She was tapping her foot impatiently while checking the time on her... pocket watch? It was quite old-fashioned, it must be said.
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk▶ "Huh?" She notices you as you approach—inevitably, you weren’t going to just stand there waiting in the middle of the street. "Hi... Heroic Internships?"
Were you that easy to read? Was it because of the uniform?implying, or because of the limited number of reasons someone would come to this place at this hour? Maybe it was because you were more covered up than an Islamic woman, and she recognized you from TV after putting two and two together. (https://youtu.be/85blxTtLmU0▶ ) A buzzing sound is heard; the door’s magnetic mechanism gives way and lets them through.
"Finally! I’ve been waiting two minutes and 32 seconds," she mutters to herself, and they can enter.
The door opened onto a short hallway; at the end of it was an elevator, and to one side were double doors with large windows—the aforementioned "nail salon." But the elevator, which was just what you needed, was a bit small—just enough so that you and the girl were uncomfortably close to each other, yet without invading each other’s personal space.
They press the button for the second floor; the elevator creaks, but despite moving at a good pace, you can tell it’s straining and that its gears are about to give out. The elevator stops and opens onto a small lobby; to the right was the janitor’s closet, and straight ahead was the famed “Heroic Agency: LockPick.” You can hear an argument going on inside.
The girl looks at you hesitantly before taking a step forward and ringing the bell.
“Come in, it’s open!” It was Lock Pick’s voice.
You step inside and there you see the hero arguing with a petite woman in glasses and office attire.
“Oh no, Ganosuke, you’re not going to dodge this conversation!” the woman complains. “We’re falling apart, we have no one, we need fresh blood.”
The hero runs his hand over his face, annoyed by her attitude.
“UA or no UA, bringing in a girl who got beaten up in the first round isn’t the marketing move that’s going to get us out of this mess.”
Ganosuke sighs. “Are you done?”
“Huh?” The woman finally notices your presence and that of the other girl. “Oh.”
“Are we interrupting something?” the girl asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing, we’re done.”
"..." The woman falls silent, looking embarrassed.
Ganosuke points at you and then at the girl. "Tanaka Hanan, this is Amelia Owens." Now he points at the girl and then at you. "Amelia Owens, this is Tanaka Hanan."
“That explains the conservative outfit—I saw you on TV,” Amelia remarks. “Nice to meet you. I’m from Ketsubutsu Academy; it’s over in Fukushima.”
Ganosuke: "You’ve already met my assistant; she’s Ena."
"‘Classmate,’" Ena corrects him. "And… um, sorry for what I said earlier, kid," she apologizes to you.
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"For lack of a better introduction, welcome to our humble agency," says Ganosuke with a sarcastic tone.
The room looked like a break room; there was an armchair, a table with plastic chairs, a breakfast bar next to a cupboard, an oven, a microwave, a refrigerator, etc.
"The bathrooms are on the left, the dressing rooms are in the back, and the office is on the right," he points out and explains. "If you have any questions, save them for now. First, go change, then I’ll explain how things will work."
It had been several days since the sports festival ended, and boy did you notice it—winning first place had its perks. You’d received hundreds, hundreds of offers! from multiple agencies that wanted you on their team; everyone wanted your image and was looking to capitalize on your potential.
With so many options, it was a bit difficult to decide; fortunately, your trusted teachers were there to help you and filter out the bad options from the good ones.
In the end, they had opted for something that, in Cornelia’s own words, “is a friend of mine; it will suit your style.”
You looked into the Red String agency, owned by the heroine of the same name, and were surprised—you didn’t think there was any hero with more attention-seeking tendencies and behavioral issues than Cornelia, but here was this peculiar individual, who was quite famous for getting beaten up time and time again by villains, and yet always emerged victorious despite ultimately being known as a complete nutcase, immature, and openly a danger to the public and society...Was Cornelia perhaps trying to tell you that you were autistic in some subtle way?
This little trip didn’t take you long; you took the train from UA City to the area near the coast. The sea breeze was strong and the weather was humid; there were several clouds in the sky, and it looked like it would get even grayer in the afternoon. With your hero suit packed and ready to be put on, you walk through the streets for a while until you reach the place. If it weren’t for the signs, banners, and other advertising, the building would pass for just any office building.
You entered the lobby, where a receptionist greeted you and announced your arrival. Five seconds later, you heard a very faint poof.
“Just in time, girl.” You turn around and see a guy? A redhead. Before you can say anything, he grabs your shoulder, and before you know it—
poof
You’re somewhere else. Teleportation? You’re left with a sour taste in your mouth.
"Welcome, Gaya-san," the redhead says. Now that you can see him clearly, he looks somewhat familiar... he had been commenting on the tournament alongside Shimosuke, and as far as you recall, he was a woman. "Make yourself at home."
https://youtu.be/VLTTNzkjWhs▶ You see absolute chaos; you see a few people at a row of desks talking heatedly on the phone.
"Your son will be fine, sir, just take him to therapy. / Well, maybe you shouldn’t have parked your car in a spot so easy to wreck! / No one got hurt—what’s a little 20 million in collateral damage? /If you have any complaints, please refer to our email complaint box/No, you’re the incompetent one, Steve!"
It looked like Wall Street stockbrokers in the ’80s, the way they talked so much and rushed from call to call.
"I'm Ayumi Ryushi, Particle to the villains. Follow me, I'll take you to the boss." She leads the way to the back of the room. "All of those are our interns; they handle all the boring paperwork."
The level of professionalism was surprising. They walk through a door into another room.
"Why did you drink my juice? It had my name on it!" one shouts.
"I was thirsty!" another replies.
You see two guys arguing, and they look like they’re about to come to blows; they butt heads like bulls.
“Calm down, it’s just some stupid juice!”
“Easy for you to say—it wasn’t your juice!” A third person tries to interrupt the fight.
This other room looked like a crossroads; there were two hallways on either side, and in front, a door with a plaque that read "Supreme Overlord Boss: Red String." Half the text was written in permanent marker on the glass of the door—it didn’t all fit on the plaque.
"Hey, hey, you two, go fight outside—you’re going to stain the carpet again!"
Ayumi scolds them. With a flick of her fingers, two small purple lights, like fireflies, appear next to the two of them, and when she touches them, they vanish. She shakes her hands, satisfied with her work
"Don’t worry, I just sent them up to the ceiling to sort out their problem. Over there on the right is our little gym and showers, and also a staircase to the upper floor where the dorms are; on the left we have the kitchen and the living room," she explains. "And here’s our destination."
She steps forward and opens the door. “Hey, boss, I brought your other intern!”
It was an ordinary office…except that it was a total mess, with piles and piles of papers stacked up to the ceiling, covered in dust, with bullet holes in the walls, knives stuck in the ceiling, and a dartboard with darts stuck all around the bullseye.
"Wiiii~~"
The woman was kneeling on the chair, spinning around like a little girl, then she stops and takes a leap, does three flips in the air, and lands in front of you. She had two long braids, blood-red eyes, glasses, and a tongue so long it hung out of her mouth. She looked quite young despite theoretically being in her 30s like Cornelia; she seemed more like she was in her early 20s.
"Welcome, champ! Come on, sit down. Cornelia already told me all about you, you little minx."
She pulls out a chair for you to sit in, while she places a hand on her desk and pushes herself up onto it, knocking over a pile of papers, a cup containing some strange liquid, and an acrylic figurine of Cornelia that looked like it had been glued back together hundreds of times before breaking again right at that moment.
"Red String at your service." She pointed at herself with her thumb like the owner of the internet café and rested her feet on the desk. "But you can call me Jacky, with a 'y.' We’re on a first-name basis here, you know? I’m here to show you the way and you’re here to learn, so we have to trust each other—trust me like you’d trust a one-eyed woman, okay?” She talked a lot; she didn’t let you t
>>1493 → --> "You've already met Ayumi," Jacky continues. Ayumi is standing in the doorway and waves. "She's my second-in-command, my peanut butter to my jelly, my french fries to my Coke. Trust her as much as you trust me."
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"You got here on time, but your partner here arrived two hours early. The weirdo—or weirdo, I’m not sure—was already waiting when we came to open up."
Who? Just by glancing to your side, you see there was someone else sitting there. Jacky was so eccentric that she stole all the attention.
“Hello.”
You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl at first glance; they had waited for you to notice their presence before speaking. They had red eyes and white hair, a slender build, and you could see scar tissue on their throat and wrists. They were wearing a school uniform with a blue jacket and a beige skirt.
"I’m Motomu, Motomu Himura. I’m from Isamu School."
Isamu… you weren’t very familiar with the other hero schools, but you thought you’d heard something about Isamu from your senpais. If UA was the best school of all… Isamu was the worst. With no budget or proper equipment, rock-bottom grade averages, and a reputation as a dumping ground for troublemakers, it was full of delinquents and terrible students, producing so few heroes that people no longer considered it a hero school.
"I saw you on TV, I'm a fan of yours, I was on the edge of my seat watching the battles. I think you did great—the way you completely changed the script after barely qualifying to end up in first place, it was like something out of an anime, hehehe."
His voice was dry and raspy; he needed to drink some water.
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