Spin-Off BNH: Miracle island

>>19289
>>19201
>>19291
just a heads up that unless you're from china or are a teacher, it's not very likely you'd know Feng's Father, let alone recognize his Son, and he doesn't go around publicizing his ancestry either, kek
>Feng
He raised an eyebrow upon hearing the nickname, he would have assumed it was about the Sports Festival if this had been the champion, being the Number 1 Hero wasn't really one of his goals, so giving up halfway through a round after demonstrating his abilities would be the sensible course of action for someone who just wants to work with a decent Hero Agency. Aside from that, it doesn't seem like the title bothered him.

-Personally, a week of doing nothing... Doesn't sound that appealing. --The pale boy wouldn't want these holidays to take him so far from his main goal, but if he weren't there he'd be honing his skills in solitude like in the past, and that way he'd very likely just end up alienating his classmates, and that wouldn't do him any good-- He still feels weird, not doing anything...

He supposes it's unlikely they can understand how the other feels about it, he understands their motivations are different, so he's quick to move on to the next topic.

>You know, I always end up surprised, when I first saw you I thought you'd just say, "I have a tragic past." and leave, I'm still glad to see you're pleasant to talk to

He was distracted from his response for a few seconds, but he couldn't find insincerity in his tone or body language, he wasn't used to receiving compliments at all.

-Do you know many people who do that? It sounds pretty strange... --He jokes in a monotonous tone.

Then Gappy confirms it's his first time visiting a place like that. It's interesting to see how not everyone was a rich kid at UA, he knew from his own experience that skill was even more important too.

>Heh, speaking of the bar, wanna join the endurance competition? We'll measure everyone's resistance until they drop...

-No problem... But I feel like it would be unfair to you, we have someone capable of modifying their body at will participating after all.

And taking him down would already be complicated...

>>19326
During their conversation, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a certain special classmate from his course arriving at the meeting place, he noticed the whole scene with her Parents and frowned a little, witnessing a maternal love to which he is unaccustomed. He suddenly diverts his gaze when she starts heading towards where they all were, and once she's formed with them in front of the Yacht, he decides to interact a little with her.

-Good morning, Wah-san. --He called her from where he was, with his usual monotonous expression-- I thought for a moment you wouldn't come today...

He paused to think about something, and after a moment, he raised his hands.
°<<How are you?>> He said, moving his hands in a telegraphic but natural way, accompanying the gestures with his lips so that the Kanji would be understood.

He took the trouble to learn some sign language in his free time, at least the Japanese System, to be able to talk to the suicidal and self-destructive girl. He just hopes that's the system she uses, and he hasn't wasted his time like an idiot.

>>19283
>>19403
The answer to his question was not what he expected, but seeing his companion's general personality, perhaps he should have guessed that that type of activity would suit her more.

-I see... Perhaps this is a new opportunity to see if you still feel the same way about these kinds of places, since you are surrounded by your companions...

He has noticed that certain feeling of camaraderie that exists both in his Class and in the others, even when he first arrived at the Academy on the first day they were quick to form groups, and he noticed how they enjoyed being together. He couldn't fully understand the difference in experience depending on the company, as he wasn't sure if he felt anything like that, but he trusts that it will be more fun for Aliz this way.

> but despite that I have a couple of swimsuits, I don't have to go to a tropical island to have a swimsuit

-... Of course...

He probably shouldn't have mentioned that he had to buy a swimsuit at the last minute...

>>19289
>>19403
The Professor is answering his classmates' questions, and he is listening patiently, until a small smile forms on his face when he hears an answer from the Sensei about the economic part of the trip.

>That would have been a wonderful gesture, but I don't think either the school or the commission would appreciate the financial support of a 16-year-old girl

-That's right, Aliz-san, receiving monetary support from your students would seriously wound the pride of the Prestigious UA. --A grim laugh more like a cough comes from his smile-- You can still contribute during the trip if you want, surely the others will appreciate it...

Or at least he assumes they will, he doesn't rule out that they might start seeing Aliz as a walking wallet instead of a person, that's what money does sometimes.

>...

Perhaps he didn't have much as a child, and now he didn't have a shred of the illicit money that belonged to his Father after he had ended his Empire, but he was familiar with clean and elegant places, ignoring his promise to participate in the drinking contest he moved along the edge of the Ship, analyzing the view of the sea a little better before hearing the news.

>I can't believe it. They put in satellite TV but not a damn bar?!

-... Well, that's where the contest was...

He wasn't that interested anyway...

>>19282
>Hirohito & Co.

The clone falls into the sailor boy's arms, blinking a couple of times at the strangeness of the situation but quickly recovers and wraps his arms around Gapoo's neck.

"My hero..."

He whispers and stretches his little trunk to kiss his cheek in thanks, but stops when he hears something that catches his attention.

"How do you know I'm number ten...?"

He asks, honestly bewildered and with one eyebrow raised. It was difficult to tell the replicas apart, as they were practically perfect, at least physically, because in terms of personality, each one had certain differences, minimal, of course, but it was still an indicator that served to know who was who.

Well, in part he's not surprised, they've known each other for a year after all, sooner or later someone would be able to notice those little details. Although he didn't expect the sailor boy to be the first one to start assigning numbers, they even bet that Feng would be the one to catch the differences with his little Chinese eyes before the rest.

"S-Saying I'm your favorite won't win you my favor, Hmph!"

He looks away and crosses his arms, apparently annoyed. Gapoo puts him on the ground and the tenth clone dusts off his clothes while walking away.

"Okay, I'll go calm them down... but only because I want to!, not for any other reason...."

With those words, he goes elsewhere to avoid some disaster.
>>19289
>>19291

The whistles are met with embarrassment and anger. The replicas stare intently at the gorgon and in unison reply:

"WE WILL NEVER STOP, PROFESSOR!"

"Beauty is justice..." one indicates

"And our professor is the most beautiful of all!" another affirms

"We'll kill ourselves before we deny it or stop affirming it, kakaka~" a third explains, laughing

"BUT!, we don't want to make you angry, we just want to brighten your day and treat you as you deserve. We'll be more careful from now on, professor"

All ten bow forward at a perfect 90 degrees and disperse around the area to bother the rest.

(...)
The professor gives permission to board and the replicas along with the original comply. The yacht's interior was as anyone would expect, spacious, with wooden floors and sofas or seats everywhere to rest practically anywhere. There were also stairs here and there that would allow them to explore the ship's interior.

The real Hirohito went to the bow and lay down on the sofa there. Closing his eyes, he let the sun and the sea breeze do their thing while the rest of the replicas were either bothering someone or leaning on the railings to admire the sea.

"Waaah...It's so big" He states the obvious "Diving competition?"

"You're on"

"In you go!"

"Prepare to lose..."

The clones stand on the railing, get into position, and jump into the sea one after another. When they fall into the water, they swim for a while before disappearing, re-emerging from the original's body, and jumping in again. They repeat these actions for a while until they get bored and decide to sunbathe in silence next to the real Hirohito.
these actions for a while until they get bored and decide to sunbathe in silence next to the real Hirohito.
>>19321
>Pocky joke
>Now he saves her and waifus her
Are you indirectly tempting me...?

"Gaaasp"

In unison, the replicas hold their breath while taking half a step back, looking at Amelia with horror and disbelief, as if they had been told the worst news of all.

"S-She hates me..."

"She hates US"

"B-b-but!.... We love you very much!"
making pouty faces and with puppy dog eyes. Even so, the three clones end up giving up and stop insisting. With slumped shoulders, and a black aura surrounding them, they drag their feet towards the blonde.

"Here, the candy..."

He presses the food onto Amelia's non-existent chest and releases it, hoping she'll catch it to prevent it from falling to the floor. Although he doesn't care if she doesn't take it in her hands.

"Here, the cookies and that stuff..."

The second repeats the first's actions, pushing and pressing the bags of chips and cookies he's carrying against the girl's chest before letting them go and leaving.

"Um, I'll leave mine here..."

The last one simply leaves the juice, soda, and tea containers at the blonde's feet. First, because they're heavy, second, because Amelia seemed to have her hands full.

In this way, the trio leaves, dragging their feet, heads bowed, and staggering from the hard blow from the blonde. At that moment, a fourth clone approaches the scene.

"Hey!, stop botheri....uh?"

The new replica observes confusedly as the trio walks away without causing a fuss or destruction. She raises an eyebrow upon noticing how depressed they were and shifts her gaze towards the blonde.

"What did you say to them...?"
>>19326

"MUTE!!!!"

Shout in unison two replicas that jump in front of seiken with their arms up, celebrating the arrival of their companion.

"Quick, do you want to play with us?" Asks the one on the left.

"We only accept a yes or no answer" Indicates the one on the right.

They meant it literally, they expect a verbalized "yes" or "no", they don't accept gestures, writing, or weird facial expressions. If the mute didn't say out loud what she wanted, they would leave the answer to personal interpretation.

"Perfect, silence implies consent..."

They say in unison. The clones surround seiken to prevent her from escaping, grab her, and lift her like a rag doll. They push back the human projectile, aim, and throw her with force towards the bow of the yacht.

The mute girl flies and for a moment it seems like she'll fall into the sea, but at the last moment a third replica catches her and sets her down on the ground, safe and sound. She even dusts off her clothes a bit.

"Welcome, we were waiting for you..."

Actually, no. The replica puts its arm around seiken's shoulders and pulls her close, trapping her to prevent any escape attempts.

"Listen, this is what we're going to do when we get to the island....We're going to rob a bank..." She nods her head. "But we have no damn idea if there's even a bank on the island, that's why we need all the help we can get."

"And that's where you come in."

One of the clones who had thrown Seiken approaches her, covers the free side, and wraps an arm around the girl's waist, leaving the mute even more trapped than before, caught between two replicas who didn't seem to want to let her go.

"You have a skill that plays with luck, don't you? Or something like that, whatever, even if you don't, you're useful anywhere...What do you want to do? Drive, enter the vault, keep the hostages under control?"

"You can also refuse..."

A third voice makes itself heard, coming from below. From between Seiken's legs, the other clone who had thrown her like a rag doll was comfortably lying on the ground. With his hands behind his head, he looks at the mute, wagging his tail from side to side like a cat.

"Of course, that would be considered treason and we would be forced to throw you overboard...But, hey, no pressure."

He smiles and gives a thumbs up. The trio awaits their companion's response, to whom, this time, they are allowed to respond with gestures, facial expressions, or by writing something kek

>>19321
>>19323
>Once your stomach betrays you, and gets your teacher's attention, the chances of getting rid of her until you ate were slim, she was quite nosy when it came to her students' problems

>"Is it a condition?"

The gorgon gets a blank expression, which then turns into another usual one of concern "Umm... yeees?" She doubted her words "If that makes you eat, yes" Now she sounded more confident

>Before going to talk towards the bow as you asked, your companion Gaspar ends up getting involved, and after finishing his talk, the teacher does nothing more than encourage your interaction with him

>"Or do you expect me to... do both... things...?"

>Her eyes moved to the side, then returned to you, and she carefully nodded her head maintaining a small calm expression, confirming what you said, and again, encouraging you to be more sociable, especially with your classmates
>...
>You went to the bow of the yacht once you moved away from the others, to have your conversation. The teacher notices your complaint about the sun

"Oh, I'm sure I have sunscreen somewhere, the sun is stronger than they announced"

>She searched the pockets of the little clothing she was wearing, without much success, until the snakes on her head removed her sun hat, thus showing that she conveniently had her bag underneath it all along

"..."

>She remained silent while looking at her little companions, whether she had some kind of lucid moment about their true intelligence or if she simply didn't remember where she put her bag, was up to everyone's interpretation, but with her bag in hand, she opened it and rummaged through it until she took out a small bottle of sunscreen. It looked like a cheap brand, but it was better than nothing

"Here, put it on before you get burned" She passed it into your hands, and there you could continue your conversation

>You explained the reason why you asked for this talk. The teacher remained silent for a moment, until shyly she placed a hand on your shoulder

"I... I know what you're going through is hard" like the good busybody she was, she went and asked Amelia's parents what the hell was wrong with her "You can talk to me if you wish, I will always listen" It wasn't the first time she had told you that, would this be the occasion where you accepted her offer? Who knows...

>She turned her gaze towards the sea, as you were doing

"I'll go with you for a souvenir, no problem" She turned around, and gave your shoulder a small tug to follow her "Come on, let's go get something to eat"

>...
>...
>>19343
>>19347
>...
>Upon finishing the bus trip and getting off at the port, you complain about the professor's choice of clothing. Your comment was like an icy blade to the already embarrassed professor, due to Hirohito's actions
>She looked at you, embarrassed, while the snakes on her head slithered down her body, trying to cover anything that could be covered

"...I think I got a little ahead of myself" She said in a low voice as she buttoned her shirt

>After giving her a reprimand, you asked what the itinerary for the trip would be

"Oh, well, as I already told Gaspar-kun, in summary we'll have a small tour of the hotel, and after that you'll have some free time to visit the other nearby facilities, like their labs or hero training areas" You continued your chat, now suggesting the possibility of forming pairs to avoid getting lost "That's a good idea, I'll talk to Yukiko-san about it"

>...
>After all the talk, they boarded the yacht and set sail for the island. They would arrive in an hour or two according to what you heard, but there were more important matters. Hearing so much talk about drinks, you had to take action to prevent those young souls from drinking without being of legal age
>You go down the stairs near the bow, just in time to witness firsthand Professor Murata complaining about the lack of a bar
>It didn't hurt to make sure, though. You checked the place from top to bottom, it was a nice room, the sofas looked comfortable and the decorations expensive, floral arrangements here and there, not a trace of alcohol.
>You could only find two small refrigerators, one with various flavors of soda, orange, grape, deku-cola, etc. And another with food, fruit, some vegetables, and other pre-cooked meals that only needed a few minutes in the microwave to be ready
>Because next to these there was also a microwave in a small section that came with shelves, which had some cutlery and plates
>Your mission was complete, or rather, it wasn't necessary from the beginning, but it's better to be safe than sorry. With nothing else to do in there, you left
>...
>>19347
>>19323
https://youtu.be/beoNy4MMHTc▾As Claire exited the interior of the yacht, she encounters Amelia, accompanied by Japako, both heading towards the interior of the yacht. Claire tries to interact with Amelia, a small smile forms on the professor's face, which then turns into a grimace of surprise, due to something happening elsewhere

"I-I'll be right back, y-you guys have fun" She left

>They were left alone. At least for a moment before the Gorgon returned

"Remember to eat something, please, don't go hungry" She told Amelia, and left again

>This time for real... they were left alone

>>19326
https://youtu.be/beoNy4MMHTc▾>...
>After saying goodbye to your family, you mingled with the group and boarded the yacht
>The floor of this was adorned with gleaming wooden tiles, the bow had some seats next to a sofa in the middle of the deck, and the stern also had its own group of seats, next to a hatch that led to the interior of the boat. The surroundings of it had handrails, perhaps they wouldn't prevent someone from falling into the water, but they were a good warning.
>Your companions were on theirs, chatting amongst themselves, and enjoying the trip, the sea breeze mixed with the sound of the sea and the seagulls marked this tropical atmosphere that this trip would represent very well.
>Going to greet your professors, you see Professor Murata >>19289 go inside the boat and then hear him complain about the lack of a bar, and in the distance at the bow, there was Japako, talking with Amelia, and coming right in your direction.
>Those two are intercepted by Claire, just when the professor notices you, and leaves those two to go for you... although she turns back and communicates something to the two before returning to you.
>White and scaly skin, red eyes, equally white hair accompanied by six red-eyed snakes growing from her head, your professor, Japako Shirasaki, approached you to greet you.

"Seiken-chan, when did you arrive? You weren't there when we took attendance at UA..." She looked at you for a second and then her face formed a small grimace, she had remembered something "Oh, look, look, I've been practicing!" she said excitedly.
>She clasped her hands, and with a face showing immense concentration, so much so that not only she, but even the snakes on her head began to sweat, she began to move them, she was forming symbols, it was sign language... a very basic one, she barely managed to say hello, goodbye, and pronounce your name along with hers, but it was clear that she had put a lot of practice into it, the same that she had also put into learning to read it a long time ago, although at that last level it was not far from the level of the first.
"Uff..." Wiping the sweat from her forehead "Soon it will be easier for us to talk, you won't need to carry a notebook around all the time"

>That was undoubtedly a very kind act from the teacher, who had always treated you well like the rest of the class, although due to your special abilities, you didn't need to be a genius to realize that she sometimes paid a little more attention to you than to the others

"Are you hungry? Why don't we go eat something with the others?"

>It sounded like a good idea, at least until you were fortuitously kidnapped by Hirohito
>...
>...
>>19613the asperger captain wouldn't have time to ask the one-eyed girl before she broke his hands kek
>>19326
>While the replicas kept Seiken cornered, both she and the clones could feel... something. A strange feeling, as if their subconscious minds were warning them of something https://youtu.be/TlpskYXFOmw▾ and that something was dangerous

"Ahem, Hi-ro-hi-to" Japako pronounced the clone boy's name slowly and deliberately
>Standing with her arms crossed, her large, red eyes were wide open, her pupils noticeable, which now more than ever could be seen in their slit shape, the typical of natural snakes
>The gorgon wore an annoyed expression, which complemented very well the expressions, or rather, the lack thereof, of the snakes growing from her head, which were usually quite expressive, this time they wore pale faces pun intended and expressionless, with their mouths open, showing their fangs. Letting the corrosive liquid generated by the teacher's quirk drip from their mouths
https://youtu.be/AtSx2IkTeYU▾>The corrosive liquid dripped, with its distinctive bright green color, directly onto the wooden floor. Melting it and starting to generate smoke, one that it was best not to breathe, due to the degradation of the material
>She was angry, and quite angry

"Oh, you don't sssay, you want usss to go back right now" She was hissing, emphasizing the s, she was really angry kek "I will kindly ask you not to bother Seiken, and not to repeat what you just did I mean throwing her, please"

>>19296
>>19403
Inside, the ship wasn't much different from what you'd see in a living room. It was a wide room. The lighting was warm. There were cream-colored leather armchairs, with a couple of loose chairs, and a few shelves with drawers, on which there were flowers, porcelain vases, or absolutely nothing, etc. There were windows all around showing the sea in all its splendor, and more importantly, there were a couple of televisions.

One of the televisions was on. They were showing Family Guy. The remote was lying on an armchair.

At the other end of the room, separated from the rest by a marble shelf, was what looked like a kitchen. With a stove, a few refrigerators, a dishwasher, and a microwave. In addition to more drawers where ingredients would probably be stored.

Your professor was in the kitchen, desperately checking every drawer.

"I'm even willing to drink isopropyl alcohol, but I need something, please..."

As he searched, he threw everything he found in the drawers onto the floor. From a box of Dr. Crunch to a half-finished Nutella.

Both of you approached him.

>>19296
You were the first to speak to him, causing him to interrupt his search to look at you.

>Hey. Can I sunbathe on the bow? I feel like wearing the bikini I bought before coming, but seeing your "sensitive perspective" I wanted to ask you first...

"If the trip doesn't last more than an hour. Can't you wait?..." He turned around once more, but continued talking to you while rummaging in the drawer.

"Well, you're on vacation, do whatever you want. Just don't kill anyone..."

He opened another drawer, he seemed excited about it.

"...What's that I smell? Wine?..."

But his expectations were not met, it was just grape jam.

"This must have been on purpose..." He said, with a grimace.

>>19403
While Kyla and the professor were chatting, you were busy with a small experiment. Thanks to your quirk, you grew a plant with "Special Leaves." It takes you a little over a minute, and you pluck it immediately, presenting it to your professor.

By this time, he had already noticed what you were doing and stared at you, confused.

"...What is this?..."

>Professor, if you want, you can take several to simulate the effect of a hangover too. Another thing... What's good about drinking alcohol? I could perhaps simulate it or improve it with one of these.

He took the leaf from your hands, remaining silent for a while as he observed it, sniffed it, and took a couple of small tastes.

"...Are you offering me drugs?..." He asked, completely bewildered.

"I don't know if you're trying to send me a message, but I can say I don't approve. I'll have to talk about this with Japako... In the meantime, you're forbidden from using your quirk until we get off the ship..."
>>19426
With the idea of the contest blown to pieces, you decided to stay on deck.

There was nothing remarkable, it was just you, the sea, and the rest of your classmates. But enjoying the atmosphere wasn't a bad thing either.

The waters were calm, as evidenced by the stability of the boat. You could barely feel it rocking slightly with the waves.

But even if you couldn't feel them, you could hear them. Like a master hypnotist, with slow and relaxing gestures, the sound of the waves lulled you and disconnected you from reality. The secret lay in the fluidity and constancy.

From time to time, you would feel a couple of drops splash on your skin. A salty smell also began to be noticeable...

You had moved quite far from the city, the coast had already disappeared on the horizon and you were only surrounded by water on all sides. If you wanted to be dramatic, you could say that this would be the true beginning of the journey.

>>19343
Ugh. Again, Claire? How many times do I have to tell you I don't eat out of gluttony but to maintain my metabolism...? It's precisely because of that attitude that you don't have a boyfriend, girl.

> Kyla found it amusing to make those kinds of comments to her companion, and she wasn't entirely lying, at least from her perspective, she knew that most of the good-looking guys her age didn't really like girls like Claire.

Still, I'll only accept because Chieko is my great bestie. Let's go, Chieko >>19145 the sooner we finish, the sooner I can get back to my burgers...

> she says while grabbing the sunscreen.

Why do you look like an adult woman...? Don't tell me. Now I know why you have such good grades...

>>19734
> If the trip doesn't last more than an hour. Can't you wait?...

Heh, heh. Good joke... Wait, it's not a joke? Ugh... It's too long for me... Haven't you found any alcohol yet? I think I could help.

> A small laugh escaped the redhead's lips seeing the professor get excited and then disappointed when he still found nothing.

Let's see, let me do a little something...

> Kyla's whole body tenses up quickly, now she moved much faster than anything else and like in the Quicksilver scenes time itself around her passed slower, almost no one moved.

> Taking advantage of this, Kyla begins to search the entire yacht for some alcohol to give to the professor and also have some herself.

>>19282
>>19184
Negishi Chieko

"Well obviously I've been drinking, darling. Back in high school I was the Queen of the School and ran my own girl gang. I still keep in touch, but they got mad because I didn't follow our dream of becoming millionaires by marrying some businessman. Not that I care—fuck 'em. I protected them most of high school just 'cause I wanted to, and I taught them how to fight. Now they can fend for themselves."

>The truth about Chieko's gang was that it took in many girls who were bullied, beat the shit out of their bullies, then recruited them into the gang so they could taste what it felt like to be the bully. They also trained each other to control and improve their Quirks for self-defense. That's how she gained so many loyal followers, even when the police chased them for causing trouble on the streets. Those were fun days.

"A rental date is exactly that—spending a few hours with a guy who pays to go on a simple date, where he covers everything, you know, food and all that. Taking photos costs extra, and I made them sign a contract stating they knew they weren't actually dating the person I was pretending to be, so they couldn't sue me or anything. See, my Quirk is kind of problematic if you think about it. After all, I could, for example, look exactly like the CEO of a company or something. But don't worry, I won't do anything that big anymore. Back in my delinquent days I used to pretend to be other people all the time, but not anymore."

"But no, I don't go on dates with anyone now. I did in the past, but nothing interesting—just typical boring idiots. I need someone on my level."

>She says cheerfully, as if her sins have been forgiven.

>She blushes intensely when he says he'd go on a date with her, immediately turning away and shoving her hands into her pockets, staying silent until she hears another question.

>She blushes again at the word "sex" and turns her head away, frowning.

"That word is really weird and shouldn't be said by anyone. You better never say it again, or I'll rip your tongue out, you bastard."

>>19286
>When I see her arrive with deodorant, I glare at her and almost smack her on the head, but then I sigh and hold back my arm.

"I was just joking about someone smelling bad."

>>19289
"Don't worry, sensei. I'm more of a rum and beer person. You can keep those weird drinks that people over 40 like you drink."

>She says as she climbs onto the boat.

>19343
>When she hands me the sunscreen, I blush slightly.

"Surely... my skin is a bit sensitive, but you didn't have to worry... I mean, thanks a lot, Claire. You're the only one in this class I wouldn't mind bothering."

>Claire's too good a person to mess with, even if she has a huge ego, and she's way too religious for my taste.

>>19738
"Are you saying I'm selling my body for a grade? Kyla, if you weren't my friend, I'd kill you right here, screw being a hero."

>I say, clenching my fist.

"Anyway, adjusting the hormone to turn black-and-white is a pain. Just put on the damn sunscreen and let's go eat, darling. By the way, you shouldn't pick on Claire—you don't have a boyfriend either."

>The truth is, Kyla is one of the few people who've seen my real appearance. That's how much I trust her. My skin isn't just sensitive in this form—though I could make it tougher. But honestly, I prefer staying as natural as possible, and constantly changing is a hassle. So my skin, unlike my eyes and hair, is always as pale as ever.

>>19741
>Kyla appreciates how at first, her friend Neigishi looks at her seriously when giving her the deodorant she had asked for

Is something wrong, girl?

>Then, Chieko says all that about how she would kill her if they weren't such good friends, Kyla gets scared for a moment and puts her two hands in front of her to try to calm her friend

Whoa whoa whoa! C- Calm down, Chieko. It was just a joke. Come here, you know you're one of the people I like best in this group along with Malakai.

>That said, Kyla gave her a short hug. Why short? Because she had to put on sunscreen, she was the one who most wanted to go eat.

Come on, lie down so I can put this stuff on you. When we get to miracle island, you'll have to do the same, understand? I don't trust anyone else to do such an important task.

>That said, she proceeded to rub sunscreen on her hands and start applying it to her friend's back. Meanwhile, she listened to what Claire said.

Come on, it was just a little joke, I'm sure Claire could get any guy she wanted... Well, at least she's a cute girl. Heh, heh...

>>19426
>Seiken
Despite her transparent attempts at maintaining a low profile, the hāfu still couldn't shake off the usual embarrassments dished out by her mother. First trying to bribe the principal into recommending her for UA, then cheering her on and paying for advertisements under her name during the sports festival, and finally capping it all off by selling her name to any brand willing to buy it in advance. She still had to deal with strange toys and provocative dolls that, for some reason, had meticulously specific measurements.

Her drooping gaze floated across the crystalline mass that would transport her to the aforementioned island, unfocused and lost in blank momentum. Feng became an exception to this last rule, catching the mute girl's attention as she crossed her arms and shook her head in refusal before responding with a proud smile tugging at her lips.

"Are you crazy? More than one person would be dead without me—I'm their shield, I can't let them down."

Her motivation was evident in the speed and intensity of her signing. Once she finished her expressive sequence of gestures, she clasped her hands behind her back, completely unaware of what was coming next... She was used to her peers understanding sign language, but actually speaking it? Even if their execution and method were clumsy, it wasn't something she'd expected.

Without permission or warning, he closed the distance between them in an instant and examined her just as quickly from head to toe: sniffed her, observed her, and ultimately touched her. She narrowed her visible eye with deep suspicion before the final test—last step—licked her cheek for a second, then spat and reestablished their mutual personal space. Before her poor companion could get the wrong idea, she began almost stuttering in signs, repeating letters here and there:

"I-I had to make sure. With so many shapeshifting villains around, I told myself: the real Fei would never bother learning sign language—he's terrible, serious, and vengeful." She glanced away slightly, a touch of embarrassment showing, and nervously tapped her fingertips together. "But it really is you—no one else tastes like coins and knives... f-from my ass?... Huh? Why 'how are you'? Did you finally give in to my recommendations and join my Tomoko seminar? Don't be misled by the fact it's unrelated to Tomokostal—I swear all funds will go toward the noble cause of, uh... funding me... for charitable purposes."

Her proposal came with overwhelming confidence; she didn't hesitate in forming her gestures. Sure, the initiative might be legally questionable and morally reproachable, but personally, to Seiken, it wasn't theft or illegality—she was justice, and justice needed lunch money after they punished her for fighting with her sister.
I look with a hopeful gaze at her companion, ruling out his negative or positive response to her proposal, it would be nice to finally talk to someone in her own language.

Or so she thought: >>19613

In a kamikaze attack, the other damage sponges in the class burst in and confront the mute, who soon plays along with a vein throbbing on her forehead. In a show of apparent anger, she flusteredly pulls a small notebook with leather finishes from her skirt pockets and writes: "If you keep calling me mute, I'll keep calling you autistic." Redundant, since she couldn't actually say anything to them directly. She tears off the page and sends it to one of the clones, receiving a question in return that makes her tilt her head with curiosity... Without thinking much, she preemptively seals a resounding NO and hugs it to her chest, using it as a shield against the clones like a circle of salt is used against evil spirits.

As she is manhandled by the clones' hands, she refuses in a thousand and one ways: hand gestures, struggling, shaking her head, and even a third-rate Morse code with her blinks. Nothing worked; they seemed to obligatorily want something expressed verbally.

At least the absence of some percentage of luck in the clones was a consolation; they couldn't hurt her as long as that percentage wasn't activated. It's almost a universal rule, clones can't be the exception, right...?

Her theory of strings, supported by luck, was slowly being refuted by the developmental delay of the copies. At this point, she didn't know what would hurt more, breaking a bone on the railing or seeing her beliefs trivially crumble. In any case, she lets out a soundless scream as she is thrown, flailing her limbs and squeezing her eyes shut, ready for a non-existent impact. In the end, they catch her in mid-air, showing that it was all a joke, thus partly explaining the lack of any percentage. However, Seiken doesn't laugh... As soon as she touches solid ground, she catapults her leg towards the groin of the nearest clone.

"Oops, wasn't that the real one, huh?" she debates to herself, giving the rest of the copies time to surround her and explain their plan.

To which Seiken is left speechless...

She looks at them incredulously for a moment, blinking in analysis, hesitating what to answer until she decides on fewer words and more action, extending her arms to embrace the band of copies. Seiken never thought she'd find others who hated the original criminal as much as she did, that dirty rat who degenerates societies and impoverishes them, receiving different names in different eras and cultures, currently generally called usurer Jews.

The usurer is the greatest criminal in the history of society. One never realizes their criminal interest rates and 99999-month loans until it's too late. In Hirohito's proposal, she saw a way to enact a little poetic justice on all those stiff-backed bankers-

1/2

>>19291
Gaspar has no more questions, he just notes down the options the teacher tells him on his hard drive to use them later at his convenience, maybe someone will want to visit an orphanage or something, anything is valid... He gives a single thumbs up and a wink to denote that everything was perfect.

>>19321
The small woman hits him in the face, to which he doesn't respond for a few seconds, he considered strengthening his skin with vibration but then thought she might hurt herself, so he let himself be hit.

"Ouch, ouch! Uh... Well, that didn't hurt that much... Be careful, if I had used my ability by reflex, I would have hurt your hand... Good thing I didn't."

His cheek swells a bit but in a few minutes it will go back to normal, he has already received many more blows than from a girl who looks weaker than most, but still, it's a punch.

"Ha, sorry, I just saw you being more distant than usual, and of course I tease, that's also part of being friends... Don't take it the wrong way."

He also imitates when she frowns and then laughs, he stops doing it after that if it really bothers her. Then he hears her ideas for things she wants to do.

"In lava?! But you'd burn to the bone... Ah, I see, there must be a way... With some quirk or... Uh... Hey, wait, that... Was that a joke?"

The volcano thing sounds better, but I don't see one around here, it's an island, but it's possible, it's possible... And we're in the same boat, everyone here is looking to graduate, just in case, do you have trouble studying? Maybe I can help you.

She's not familiar with the humor of the pale girl, but she tries to play along and decipher that emotional labyrinth that is her as best she can... For now, she thinks she's doing well.

"That's right, video games! They're like playing but without moving or talking... You just press buttons like crazy and some are quite difficult."

And well, of course it looks a bit bad, she's not made for the outdoors, let's go inside and I'll show you my repertoire, what do you say? You'll love it... There's even one where Luigi has to escape a mansion full of ghosts.

He smiles at her, juggling the portable console, luckily they are not near the railing because otherwise it could fall directly into the water and so, and he's not lying, he has the Luigi's Mansion saga on a pirated cartridge, which may not be for the console, but it works just the same.

"Hmmmm... I see, then I'll ask tomorrow to see if you change your mind, think about it, I'm always free to play something... I'll let you eat."

He leaves, if she doesn't agree he's not going to force her, but there's no harm in asking, she finishes answering his last question and leaves with the professor.

"Ah... I see, well, that's fine, but I still don't know what that means... Do you know? I'm good at listening, that's what they told me, or at least I try, anyway, see you."

He says goodbye to her and returns from where he came, curiously his hearing is extremely sensitive because sounds are nothing more than vibrations that pass through the air. If he concentrates and there isn't much noise, he can hear the whole ship if he wanted to... But only he knows that.

>>19403
Gaspar is still as cheerful as ever, not for nothing has he always strived to have a minimum level of confidence with everyone, no matter how difficult it was, and he doesn't think he has the charisma.

"Ooooh! Of course, that makes sense, by the way, what are you carrying in that jar? It looks like dirt, is it for your ability? Because I saw your hamsters too..."
Asks about the jar of dirt, since it's not very normal to be carrying literal dirt around the ship, and he also doesn't know how it works and that giant plants can grow from simple dirt.

—Well, that sounds fun now that I hear it, and what would I be, something like a monkey or a bird? Because Feng looks like a snake.

Is there a more edgy animal than a snake? Gappy doesn't think so, so it's more than obvious why he says it, and because he's curious how his companions see him.

—Wait, really? Damn... I'm really out of it lately, will you introduce me to your brother next time? He sounds a bit eccentric as you describe him, and I love that!

He doesn't make distinctions between anyone, except maybe the villains that show up, then he's capable of going after them mercilessly, but they're not talking about that but about a brother he didn't know... Maybe they are the only ones who have them, although nothing is known about Gappy's.

Once he finishes his chat and ruffling his hair, he continues with the task of talking to the rest of his companions, because that's what he's there for.

>>19343
>>19347
Gaspar does what he does best, annoying people, although those pranks always try to have charisma, without the intention of annoying despite annoying with all his might... And he puts his two fingers on her neck and goes down while vibrating, he would go to her butt, but luckily he diverts to her hip.

—Hey!, What are you doing, Claire?!, Going crazy and pouring alcohol in plain sight again? You should listen to the professor, because if you break something you have to pay for it...

Besides, we're on a boat with service, girl, you just have to call reception and ask for more... Leave that, will you?, Or do you want your father to see a bunch of bottles of rum and vodka on his bill?

He scolds her with his hands on his hips while raising an eyebrow at that paranoid crazy behavior, she may be cute, she may be nice, but she's crazy, at least someone should reduce that marked craziness a bit for the rest.

—Ah... Yes... I wanted to talk to you... In private, calmly, it's nothing bad... Or sinful, and I'm telling you, it's just... It's something I wanted to ask you and I can only ask you.

But stop those bottles and relax, woman.

He gives her one last small shout, it won't take him even a day at the hotel to find more alcohol that he will surely throw away, then more and more, in a vicious cycle... After moving away a bit to ask, he elaborates a bit more...

—I think I already know the answer, but... You believe in life after death, right?

Not even he likes where that would be going, but he still has to ask someone to get it off his conscience and who better than the crazy one who carries a rosary everywhere she goes.

—I was just wondering... Someone like a drug addict, would they go to heaven, would they have God's forgiveness or something like that?

He's not asking for himself, but for the one he murdered, of course he's done drugs and drunk as if his life depended on it in the past, but... No, he just wants some peace of mind, even if it can be misinterpreted by his pained look.

—And well... The other thing... A murderer, or someone who killed someone accidentally, could they also be forgiven? Ah... I'm asking because... I have a relative in prison for it... And... Well...

Although it seems that for the first time in his time at the academy he's talking about something related to his family, this time he's lying, there's no one like that in his micro-family... It's just that it's one of the few things that, rightly, saddens him... After that, he leaves her, and they return to their normal dynamic...

>>19291
>>19271
>>19668
Shiranui Iwamaru:

The boy smiled tremblingly at the confidence the Gorgon displayed towards the redhead. He found it hard to admit that only for this occasion would he respect the teacher and his classmates, something complicated, staying quiet like a submissive person in the face of the barbarities Hirohito occasionally caused would be difficult. The redhead would do his best to keep his promise of not getting into trouble, his word as a gang member was at stake...

"I'll make an effort... Just don't bother me and everything will be fine, miss"

... After that, the boy went to rest under the yacht's stairs. His eyes focused on the landscape the sea was offering him at that moment, however, the calm lasted little before he realized that someone's body had landed on him.

"What the hell...?!" He looked directly at the person who had fallen on him. "You never learn, do you?" he said somewhat irritated, he took the clone's hand to get up from the floor, but immediately the redhead's strength concentrated in his hand to perform a small tug to cause Hirohito to slam face-first onto the wooden floor... Although again the promise to the teacher would echo in his head "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO... Not this time..." he said distressed. He had no choice but to let go of his companion's hand.

He tries to fake a smile, which comes out wrong, it's obvious from a mile away that Iwamaru was trying too hard.
A bitter taste takes over his mouth and his lips slowly dehydrate with each second, he thinks it's been a good interval of time since he last drank water. From afar, thanks to the Gorgon's words, he hears that there is food and drinks on the yacht, so he turns his back on Hirohito to go get an iced tea or a soda, it was better than playing along with his companion... Most people seemed to be having fun in their conversations, but none had value in terms of the redhead's interests, as none contributed anything to him as a hero or as a thug.
... To his surprise, Iwamaru would find >>19613 about 3 or 4 clones doing their thing, first of all, the redhead is not fazed by the pandemonium of events, the boy observes the situation instead of getting involved, he notices at first glance that Seiken was having a good time with his companion, after all, she was just as weird as his other companion, which is why he feels the teacher Japako's intervention is unnecessary.
... But it was difficult not to get involved with that >>19668 sense of danger that Japako and the snakes in her hair transmit.

"Hirohito, what stupid idiocy did you do now?" he asked, somewhat intrigued by that instinct of fear that the teacher influenced in the surroundings...

>>19613
>Amelia
Upon revealing the obvious to the group of clones, they formed a chorus of gasps followed by a performance of sadness that the blonde observed with her face of total indifference... which, while it was true that it was the blonde's most common expression, there was also some truth in saying that this was not the most irritating interaction she had had with the subject of the clones.

<H-He hates me...

(Don't feel too special about that...)

<He hates US

(That phrase is much more fitting for this case.)

<B-b-but!....We love you very much!

"That doesn't change the fact that I feel the complete opposite of affection for you."

Everyone, in a possible attempt to make the young lady change her mind, put on a puppy-dog eyes expression which, as is now normal, doesn't elicit a reaction from the aspirant... except, of course, for a short negative comment.

"That doesn't work on me."

In a pathetic parade overflowing with almost visible sadness, the group of clones advanced towards the blonde with their heads down. She wasn't planning on responding in any way, but the closest clone crushed the candies he mentioned earlier against Amelia's chest... dropping everything he had on the floor due to the blonde's lack of reaction.

"Seriously? You could have warned me."

The girl bent down and picked up the candies, and upon returning, found another clone who repeated the same action with the group of cookie-like foods.

This time, Amelia was prepared, and when she placed those foods on her non-existent chest, the girl was able to grab them before they touched the ground.

(The thing is... why do these things keep happening to me? I didn't ask for them...)

<Um, I'll leave mine here...

"Fine... I didn't ask for them... but whatever."

Several drinks were left at her feet before the group left, once again showing their sadness wherever they went... which caused the amoral blonde to flash a tiny smile for a second.

(He's really sad, ajé ajé ajé) mental laugh wanted Amelia to have a shitty laugh, unique and terrifying kek
But, erasing that ephemeral smile—like all the ones she managed to have after Abigail’s loss—a fourth clone arrived to yell and subsequently ask questions to the aspirant, who is quickly blamed for the clones’ mood.

<What did you tell them...?

"What does it matter? You and the rest are disposable clones of the original, your feelings don't matter, they will never be transmitted to the others. In a few minutes you will disappear and another group will come to bother me again..." she states, cold and with that emotionless face.

"..." Amelia is silent for a moment.

(It doesn't matter... she can know.)

"I told them I hate them."

(There. Maybe they'll even stop bothering me for a while...)
>>19668
After finishing talking with Hirohito, the blonde would put the junk food in her backpack without paying attention to it, focusing much more on talking to her teacher... who insisted she eat some real food.

<Umm... yeees?

"Are you doubting?"

(It’s too easy to get away from you...)

<If that makes you eat, yes.

Security finally takes hold in the woman's voice... she had just imposed a condition almost by herself.

(Why am I usually the only victim of your attempts at severity?)

sigh "Okay... fine. I'll eat with you."

Amelia could be obedient under certain conditions... in this case she liked her attempt at giving an order a little... so she simply didn't refuse.
>>19755
In the middle of her chat with the serpentine woman, her companion Gapoo appears, who, for startling Amelia, receives a blow to the face from the weak blonde.

<Eh... Well, it didn't hurt that much...

Amelia doesn't show it in any way... But that hurt a little.

(Do you want another?!)

<Be careful, if I had used my ability by reflex, I would have hurt your hand...

(Is that a threat?)

(...) -nothing is noticeable on the outside... But between a couple of thoughts, Amelia decides to calm down-

(imaginary sigh You should be careful... surprising someone like that isn't right...)
<Good thing I didn't.

"What's up?" -he gets straight to the point-

<Ha, sorry, I just saw you as more distant than usual

(Curious... I think this is my usual face...)

<of course I'm teasing.

"What?"

<that that's also part of being friends... Don't take it the wrong way.

(Since when are we friends? Of course I'm taking it the wrong way!)

Gapoo imitates the blonde's new expression again, causing a tic to appear in her eye... she was very quick to anger. Even more so seeing her companion laughing in her face.

"Teacher..." -she threatens to report him-

After that, Amelia makes... her kind of jokes, giving dangerous ideas of what she wanted to do on the island.

<In lava?! But you'd burn to the bone...

"Yes."

<Ah, I see, there must be a way... With some quirk or...

(Maybe... But then doing it would lose the point)

<Hey, wait, that... Was that a joke?

(You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?)

"Something like that."

<The volcano thing sounds better

(You were supposed to be against it because of the possibility of an eruption...)

<but I don't see one around here, it's an island, but it's possible...

(That's true... Just because it's an island doesn't mean it has a volcano... But of course, I wasn't serious.)

<just in case, do you have trouble studying?

(I think that's the only thing I don't have trouble with. I'm an outstanding student... I have to justify my stay at this school somehow.)

<Maybe I can help you.

(Do you even have good grades to offer your help...?)

"No, I don't have any problems with studying. That won't be necessary."

Again, she doesn't thank him.

After that, a new topic capable of sparking Amelia's interest comes into play: video games... something she wasn't very familiar with... But she wouldn't refuse to learn about it.

<That's right, video games!

(Sounds like you're going to sell it to me...)

<It's like playing but without moving or talking...
(My kind of entertainment... is basically like a book.)

<You just mash buttons like crazy and some are pretty difficult.

(I like mashing buttons... I remember Abigail's fun toy where you pressed buttons to make rings fall onto spikes in the water. It was very enjoyable.)

"Interesting..."

The girl looks at the device... noticing that the sunlight made it impossible to see whatever was on the screen, something she quickly points out.

<And well, of course it looks bad, it's not made for outdoors

(What's the point of making it portable then...?)

<let's go inside and I'll show you my repertoire, what do you say?

(Honestly, I'm a little interested... I know Abigail would have accepted)

<You'll love it...

(Anyway... what assures you of that?)

<There's even one where Luigi

(Well... I'd like to complain, but even I know Mario.)

<has to escape a mansion full of ghosts.

(!!)

The girl's eyes widen for a millisecond, showing her surprise.

"I like ghosts..."

(I like them quite a lot actually... though sometimes it saddens me to think Abigail will be one until I become a hero...)

The boy starts juggling the device, to which the blonde would respond by raising a surprised eyebrow.

(...?)

"You're going to drop it." -she was quite pessimistic about practically everything-

Finally, the decision to play or not falls into the blonde's hands... who just says she's not sure.

<I see, I'll ask again tomorrow to see if you change your mind

(Well... postponing it makes me happy.)

<think about it, I'm always free to play something... I'll let you eat.

"Goodbye."

But... when she thought she had gotten rid of that small responsibility... her teacher appeared, who pushed the blonde to accept >>19668 by just nodding her head.

sigh

(Why do I listen to you...?)

"Maybe." -she replies to the woman before returning

>>19755
Gaspar had one last question... and the blonde stopped to answer him rudely, as was to be expected of her.

<Ah... I see, well, that's fine, but I still don't know what that means...

(She goes to the library and asks for a dictionary.)

<Do you know?

"Yes... you should ask the teachers for a dictionary."

<I'm good at listening, that's what they tell me, or at least I try to be, anyway, see you later.

(That's what it seems like, at least. I didn't remember you existed... But you're less annoying than average.)

"Goodbye."

Another task was added to the list of things Amelia was obligated to do for the professor... perhaps she should talk to her companion later.

>19668
>Amelia
Finally, after a lot of talking, the professor and her student arrived at their destination, the bow... where Amelia demonstrates her disdain for the sun's rays that were blinding her.

<Oh, I'm sure I have sunscreen somewhere

(That doesn't make it any less annoying... Or does putting it in my eyes not blind me?)

The snake begins her search in every corner of her extremely light clothing under Amelia's indifferent gaze, who continued to talk in her head.

(Look inside your panties. You don't have many other places to keep things when you're so... natural.)

After a while, the woman's hair removes her hat, revealing the convenient location of her bag... her head.

(Seriously there? How? And how did you not feel it?)

<...

"..."

Just like her professor, the blonde also falls silent... that situation gave much to talk about... But neither would say anything.

(So... they have a mind of their own?)

The professor hands her the sunscreen, which, although it seemed cheap, wouldn't matter... as Amelia had no idea about it.

<Here, put it on before you get burned

"Okay."

After protecting her soft and delicate pale skin from the terrible sun, the blonde returned the sunscreen and the conversation began... with the girl revealing her entire mission on the island to the professor, whom she chooses as her team in the search for the souvenir.

Between words, Amelia ended up looking at the vast sea... with the thought of simply jumping in circling her head... until a hand was placed on her shoulder.

(...?)

That desire to jump and forget everything was stopped. interrupted by the intrigue that the one who stopped her caused her... Why was she touching her? What exactly would she say? Amelia, without looking up, prepared to listen to what the woman had to say.

<I... I know what you're going through is hard

"...You know...?" -she sounded sad-

The blonde softens her grip on the railing... as if calming down a bit.

Once again, the woman suggests talking... But the blonde, although this time she sees it as something she might do... simply doesn't respond. At least not for now.
<I'll go with you for a souvenir, no problem

"..."

The woman pulls her away from the edge of the ship, drawing her with a tug, which would leave her face to face with her once more... who could see the glassy eyes of the unstable little one.

<Come on, let's go in for something to eat

"...Thanks..."

Amelia thanks her for the moment in general... a thank you... something really rare to see from her.

Amelia's hands, which as always hung at her sides, moved a little... an almost imperceptible movement before she simply stopped... remembering that hugs suck.

(What the hell was I thinking? This is similar to when men take advantage of women's moments of weakness... I won't hug her.)

(But... maybe I'll talk to her... maybe.)

"Let's go already."

>>19668
>>19347
On the way to where the food was... the blonde and the professor ran into Claire, the religious fanatic of the group...

While the blonde didn't enjoy the presence of many of her classmates that much... Claire was undoubtedly one of the most tolerable, perhaps even the second most tolerable after Aliz. She liked her more imposing demeanor... among other things.

<Amelia~ Dear, what are you doing?

(Dear...?)

The blonde looks at her professor, who smiles at the possible interaction between the two girls... which makes Amelia sigh mentally.

(sigh I expected it... at least it's Claire.)

The professor runs off in a hurry, leaving a final message for the pair of girls.

<Remember to eat something please, don't go hungry

"No."

(If she's not going to force me, I won't...)

>>19347
Now alone, Amelia gives her full attention to the God-loving woman...

"Hi, Claire..." -she responds to the previous greeting- "I was... going to eat... actually the professor wants to force me to do it..."

(I could tell her I'm fasting or something and that she'd get mad at the snake... but... I think I'm in a good mood)

"Do you want to... eat or something? The clone idiot gave me some junk... I liked how you scolded the professor."

Having made her go through such embarrassment for dressing like that deserved a reward... or so Amelia thought.

"Why were you looking for me?"

>>19403
Out of nowhere, the delegate arrives... the most pleasant person on the ship in Amelia's eyes. More because of her distant resemblance to her deceased sister than for any other reason... but that didn't take away from the fact that she was the only person Amelia acted... differently... very differently towards.

<Hey Claire, I'm testing new effects on my leaves, can you tell me how this one feels, it would be helpful

"Aliz..." -she calls her attention- "you're just trying to see how your gift works... but this is irresponsible. You're the delegate... you can't play with us like this..."

(I would do it... but that doesn't mean you should be the same.)

>>19403
>Claire
With a smile and curious eyes, she watches the leaf Aliz holds out to her.

"You want me to put this in my mouth?" she asks, taking the leaf between her fingers and bringing it close to her nose to sniff the gift of nature. "I don't know... Herbalism reminds me of those pagan, matriarchal religions that preached lesbianism and dancing around bonfires. I'd rather stay clear of anything close to such heresies, so no, thanks."

She takes Aliz's hand, gently places the leaf onto her palm, and closes her fingers over it.

"Now that you're here, I need to ask you something—do you have a contingency plan to keep the class under control? It sounds unbelievable, but I overheard them chatting about drinking liquor, having boyfriends, and other barbarities. And Iwamaru is being Iwamaru, with all the bad that implies. As class rep, your job is to keep them on the path of righteousness, Aliz. You know what I mean, don't you? I thought it might be good to do hallway patrols at night in the hotel, just to make sure no one leaves their room after 10 PM—the time for sleeping, for resting. What do you think? Amelia could help us; surely the poor thing has nothing better to do."

>>19755
"Kyaa!" Before the previous scene, on the deck, something crawls down her back, making her shriek with a start. She spins around and frowns when she sees who it is. "I thought it was a worm, but it turns out to be something worse... A creep. What do you want, Gaspar? Besides intimidating me so I won't do what's right—talk in private? Anything you can say to me, you can say right here."

Claire listens, ready to slap him if he tries anything vulgar again. But that's not the case, and his question softens her expression.

"It depends. If he repents from the depths of his soul, the Lord will forgive him." She pauses, weaving several theories in her mind, briefly wondering if this supposed addict might actually be Gaspar himself. She discards the idea when the conversation touches on death, since she can't even imagine the possibility of sharing classes with a murderer. "The same goes for a murderer... In my view, taking a life is an unforgivable sin. But it's not my judgment that matters—it's the Lord's. And if the man or woman who kills surrenders their bare heart before the Almighty and truly regrets their actions, they will be forgiven. Your relative will be fine as long as they accept Christ, confess, and are genuinely repentant. Anything else you'd like to know, Gaspar?"
"I have a copy of the Bible if you're interested. Reading it doesn't just teach—it also nourishes the spirit. I can go get it from my suitcase; it'll only take a couple minutes."

>>19668
>>19787
In the absence of alcohol, Claire disposes of the Deku-cola, since it's a product that glorifies the image of man, while the only rightful figure of reverence is the Father in Heaven. Otherwise, the girl leaves everything in place before venturing onto the yacht. The teacher leaves her alone with Amelia, and Claire waits in silence for the girl to respond to her greeting.

"And why aren't you eating? Are you fasting? If that were the case, I'd find the teacher's behavior surprising, since she's aware of my beliefs and has never made me do anything against my faith. Yes, I'd like to eat, but not food provided by that devilish imp with a thousand faces (the one with the clones). I distrust him... Between you and me, I suspect he's homosexual... Why don't you come with me to the kitchen and I'll prepare something for both of us? It won't take long if you help me."

She takes Amelia's hand and pulls her along before she can say yes or no.

"More than a scolding, it was a wake-up call. The teacher needs to be more mindful that her supernatural appearance might give rise to improper thoughts in the more susceptible. Besides, a lady should only reveal that much of her body to her husband—and only during nights when performing the carnal act solely for the purpose of procreation... But now I'm getting off track."

Now intruders in the yacht's kitchen, Claire rummages through the cabinets while humming a tune. She takes a moment to answer Amelia's last question.

"For now I don't need much from you, but things might change later... If the class tries to play spin the bottle, for example, I'll need another pair of hands to stop them. There are so many of them, and they're very persistent."

>>19426
>>19755
>Aliz

Feng's comment about receiving financial help from me being a blow to U.A.'s pride, I smile and let out a chuckle as he "laughed," I had already learned to understand that Feng's laugh was similar to a cough and not that he was sick or anything, which worried me as soon as I met him.

<"You can still contribute during the trip if you want, the others would surely appreciate it..."

"I don't have any money on me."

I replied cheerfully almost immediately, some of my classmates before U.A. sometimes asked me for money or help, I helped financially if it was something necessary like medical things, I didn't give PC's master race’s just because, I despised people who only saw me as a walking wallet, the third time they asked for money I simply refused to give anything, not even if they begged me on their knees my refusal would remain.

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<"Ooooh! Of course, that makes sense, by the way, what are you carrying in that jar? It looks like dirt, is it for your quirk? Because I saw your hamsters too..."

Hearing Gaspar, my expression turned to indifference, this expression only meant one of three things, 1 that I was angry, 2 that I was sad, or 3 I really hadn't understood the assignment they had given, in this case it was 2.

"T-they didn't let me bring animals..."

I had planned to bring a bird, like an owl, a barn owl... or maybe a parrot but upon learning that I couldn't bring animals I got a little depressed, the reason for bringing my pets to class was so I wouldn't get bored but I was already so used to doing it that I couldn't just not bring them, continuing with Gaspar's question I say.

"There are seeds in the jar, I just make them grow, I brought it just in case something happened on the yacht or earlier on the bus."

Upon commenting about people's animal kinship, Gaspar makes a new comment.

<"Well, that sounds fun now that I hear it, and what would I be, something like a monkey or a bird? Because Feng looks like a snake."
“Monkeys are… stupid and rude, I mean, they throw their shit at people—apart from personality, that’s really rude and vulgar… You’re friendly, maybe you’re more related to a hamster or a parrot. By the way, I’m talking about general descriptions; not all hamsters or birds are nice.”

I fell silent for a moment, not continuing to speak, thinking about Feng since Gaspar had been talking about his resemblance to a snake.

“Feng seems like a domesticated wolf—dangerous, but in a way good, without becoming like a dog… Snakes are usually seen as treacherous and deceitful… perpetuating the stereotype. In the wild, they’re actually more skittish; snakes are usually more afraid of you than you are of them. I doubt it, but if you ever find yourself in snake territory—and assuming they’re not guarding their eggs—try stepping loudly and making lots of noise. They’ll stay away from you.”

Whenever I talked about animals, I always reached points where I’d go off track and end up talking too much about anything and everything. Well, I guess that’s just how it is when someone talks about something they really like.

Mentioning my brother, something I often did in passing, seemed to make Gaspar want to meet him… That wasn’t a very good idea. Imagining the scenario, I could already see Simon laughing and openly mocking Gappy in a blatant, shameless way to inflate his own ego. He wouldn’t be so bold with me around, but mockery had almost become part of Simon’s personality by now.

“Yeah… I don’t think so, haha…”

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<“I see… Maybe this is a new opportunity to see if you still feel the same way about these kinds of places, now that you’re surrounded by your companions…”

“Yeah, maybe. The problem is the beach—sand is annoying, the breeze is cold and irritating if it’s not really hot out. Everything’s fine, but if I really want to get wet, I’ll just go to a pool or take a shower. If I want to tan, I’ll just sunbathe or go to one of those tanning places. I mean, there are plenty of better places than a beach.”

I said this thoughtfully. It wasn’t discouragement or any strong emotion like that—just thinking it through. In my opinion, a beach was simply a bad place. I hoped there’d be other locations and other things to keep me entertained.

>>1542
>>19852
>>19734
> A;iz
<"...What is this?..."

"Isn't it obvious?"

I said, tilting my head, did he not know what a leaf was?

The leaf vanished from my hands, the professor sniffed it, looked at it, and licked it. It had no particular smell, and its color generally determined what the leaves did: light green for healing wounds, red for strength, gray for endurance, yellow for speed, dark green for stamina, and so on with all of them. This one was yellow with dark brown tones. Its taste resembled that of a grape, although with one lick, I doubted it could be determined.

<"...Are you offering me drugs?..."

"Medicines are drugs, alcohol and tobacco are also drugs, but the government allows them. If you're talking about the 'bad' drugs, then no, I would never give anything bad. I'm just trying to help you. From your search, I see you want... Alcohol and... I am giving it to him..."

I said the last part a little embarrassed, as it was like giving an addict the substance they were looking for. But I was testing the effects this leaf might have and its particular effect on a person.

"Specifically, I created a kind of wine, although I don't know how strong I made it... It would be helpful if you tried it and told me how close I got to the flavor and effect."

<"I don't know if you're trying to send me a message, but I can say I don't approve."

"..."

I remained silent for a second, looking at him with narrowed, confused eyes. I blinked a couple of times, changing my expression to a more thoughtful one. As an idea arose, I looked at him again and asked in a cheerful tone.

"Does that mean that when we get to the island, I can throw away all the wine, whiskey, and any type of alcohol you try to drink?"

Without waiting for a response, I said even more happily.

"It's a wonderful idea, your body will suffer from withdrawal for a while, but then you'll be clean again. I'm sure Claire will want to help..."

Before I could continue speaking
<“I’ll have to talk this over with Japako… In the meantime, you’re forbidden from using your quirk until we get off the ship.”

“…”

I fell silent again, my face turning indifferent, completely blank. I didn’t understand the order “don’t use your quirk” at all, but my expression changed again, and as if I hadn’t heard the professor speak, I created the same leaf again, which is protected in case someone tries to steal it, while the one the professor held in his hand crumpled and became brittle until it basically disintegrated in his hand.

“Alright, I understand you don’t want to try it. If you won’t, I will. It could be useful in battle or to help the injured. From what they say, when you’re drunk you don’t feel pain, or at least it’s mitigated. If I can extract any physical effect besides the mitigation of senses, it could help.”

As he said this, I moved to the couch, slowly distancing myself from the professor. When it was fully created, it was a slightly different color, more light brown with little yellow, and in terms of effect, I had removed the anesthetic but kept the one that would make me drunk. What I wanted to test was if I could mitigate the senses, so I also extracted the flavor.

Bringing the leaf to my mouth, I chewed and swallowed it. After a few seconds, I felt a new source of power from which I could extract energy. Already in front of one of the couches, I burned all the power of the leaf in a second to know what it would do to me if I activated it with full power during a fight.

Automatically, I fell like a dead weight onto the couch. For a second, I felt absolutely nothing; my sense of touch had vanished. I couldn’t even move my limbs, or maybe I could, but my vision was blurry, almost dark, and my mind was slightly muddled until everything returned in a matter of seconds, like a reminiscence, something I used to feel when using all my power at once. When I fully recovered, I looked at my professor and said calmly, as if I hadn’t almost passed out before his eyes.
“Too strong and useless in battle, maybe I could help injured people, I have to lighten the mitigation of the senses and concentrate the effect only on the pain part and…”

From then on, I just started to ramble and mutter to myself without paying attention to what was happening around me until I thought of something other than my experiments, which I used to do frequently even if I was scolded for it, I could simply say that I wanted to try a new type of effect.

“I’m going upstairs, professor, I’m glad you want to quit drinking, it will be good for your liver.”

Without giving him time to reply, I leave him alone.

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>>19796
Since things were different, I'll just ignore the first part
Now on deck, I meet Claire. She wasn't the most pleasant person in the class. Her intentions were... good? But the way she did it was extremely... strange. No sex until marriage? No alcohol? Limits and restrictions on everything that seems fun? Stop interfering with how people live their lives, please! If there is a devil and hell, I would really prefer to go there, all the fun things are there.

<“Taking advantage of the fact that you're here, I have to ask you something, do you have a contingency plan to keep the class under control?”

I tilted my head, dismayed and confused by Claire's question. Contingency plan? Keep the class under control? Japako has that power, not me. The class representatives help with their classmates' problems.

“Th-that's not the job of the…”

<“but I heard them chatting about drinking alcohol, having boyfriends, and other atrocities. And Iwamaru is being Iwamaru, with all the bad that implies.”

“Huh? What do you…? Well, Iwamaru has problems with any self…”

<“As class representative, your job is to prevent them from straying from the path of righteousness, Aliz. You know what I mean, don't you?”

“~I think we have different ways of seeing righteousness... And that's not my job~”

(Although with Japako's self-esteem issues and the other one being a drunk, they don't exude much authority, so I understand the message.)

<“I thought that at night, in the hotel, it would be good to have guards in the hallway to make sure no one leaves their room after 10 PM, bedtime, rest time. What do you think? Amelia could help us, she's probably got nothing to do, the poor thing.”

“Eh… eh ah eh…”

My confusion changed from one moment to the next to a more determined look, I took Claire's hands firmly, looked her in the eyes and said.

“Claire… You are very radical. Do they want to have boyfriends and sex before marriage? Let them! Those sinners will see the torture they will suffer in hell!”

I said the last part with an authoritarian and scolding tone, obviously talking about the people on the ship.

“Alcohol… It’s plants, that go through a process in a brewery. I don’t understand what’s wrong with that. I mean, even wine is a plant, specifically grapes. What’s the difference? Iwamaru… is Iwamaru, nothing can be done about it, it’s just a phase, and as I said before, those dirty sinners will see the torture that awaits them in hell if they have sex before marriage! Therefore! I’ll let the devil take care of it…”

Before I go to do something else, or maybe follow Claire and Amelia, I think for a second and say happily with a smile on my face.

“Hmmm… Wait, since you're on this kick about everyone following the path of righteousness, help me throw away all the alcohol the professor wants to drink. From what I understood, he wants to quit drinking, but because of abstinence, he'll probably want to drink as soon as he finds a bottle. If you help me, I'll gladly help you with watching the dorms after 10 PM. Want to?”

Alone with her companion, the blonde's good mood would surface... accepting to keep a conversation going that even unfolds nicely.

And why don't you eat? Are you fasting?

(It's still tempting to say yes just so she scolds the teacher... but... no.)

If that were the case, I'd find the teacher's behavior surprising.

"You shouldn't be so surprised... that woman has no authority, unlike you." —she doesn't mind loudly pointing out the teacher's obvious flaw— "But... it's not that. My alarm didn't go off... I left my house in a hurry and couldn't eat."

(I won't tell her the truth... If she knew I got into a fight with mom, she'd get mad at me too... I don't feel like getting scolded.)

Yeah, I'd like to eat, but not food given by that devilish shapeshifter... I distrust him.

"I understand... he doesn't inspire trust in me either. He's a horrible person."

Between us, I suspect he's gay...

"I wouldn't doubt it... but haven't you seen how he treats women? He's a disgusting pervert... though there's a chance he might be bisexual."

Having someone to hate Hirohito with feels strangely pleasant to Amelia.

Why don't you come with me to the kitchen and I'll prepare something for both of us? It won't take long if you help.

"Actually I—..."

The faithful woman takes her by the hand before marriage and starts walking, forcing the weaker of the two to follow despite not having finished her response.

(Don't make me imagine the teacher like that...)

But I'm already getting off track.

"How do you plan to dress at the beach?"

(Ugh... beach)

I hate beaches with all my soul... the sand is annoying, there's too much sun... so many people go into the water... I don't even see the appeal of being in the water..." —she could go on... but decides to stop. She doesn't feel like turning her companion into her confessional— "What... what do you want to do on the island?"

After a few moments of walking, the odd duo would reach the kitchen, where Amelia would simply watch her companion search for ingredients while they finish their conversation.
to

much

(Then why force me to interact with you?)

>>19671Damn it OP, I had made this whole edgy post and went back to the confetti clones, kek
>>19751
>Feng

He had decided to talk to Seiken to practice the little he'd learned of the Japanese Sign Language System, not because he cared about the mute girl's social life or wanted her to feel included, kek—the real reason was that her Quirk was extremely useful in combat and various other situations, so he deemed it necessary to properly understand her way of communication, both as her teammate and because they had to work together, and he knew how important that was in an Organization, or in this case, a Hero team.

—A shield?... I don't think that's the right analogy. A fragile and delicate shield couldn't fulfill that role. Your specialty is quite different from a shield's, which must withstand attacks head-on due to its high durability and resistance... —Dramatic and harsh as he usually was, he brought a hand to his chin, pondering a better comparison. He didn't take more than a second— You're our support. Your ability to control probability makes you that "Opportunity within chaos" that can turn things in our favor. Using you as a shield would endanger that advantage, don't you think?...

He was reasoning about his teammate's pros and cons like a chess piece, as he always did when discussing the Particularities of their class. Partly, he also wished his teammate wouldn't torment herself so much over her strange notions of justice—it wasn't convenient for them, and even less for her.
... It was usually easy to read his teammate's expression, but the moment he tried using sign language with her, she gave him a look hard to decipher. For a moment, he wondered if he'd messed up a symbol or something. Suddenly, he was assaulted—his eyebrows arched in confusion as the mute girl invaded his personal space, but he didn't think of stepping back; he simply couldn't imagine her trying to play a prank or harm him.

—Sorry, but I'm not that easy a guy. —He joked with a mocking smile as he was being examined.

The instant he felt the girl's tongue on his cheek, his expression vanished in the fraction of a second it took him to raise his hand and place it on the mute girl's cheek, then extend it, reclaiming his personal space and pushing her away. Now his gaze was tense, showing a side he'd never revealed to anyone until now.

—... —To say he expected an explanation would be a massive understatement.

>T-T-There was no way to be sure with all those shapeshifting villains around, I t-thought: the real Fei would never bother learning sign language, he's bad, serious, and vengeful
>But it really is you—no one else has that taste of coins and knives

He raised an eyebrow at such a justification and description of himself, though his gaze didn't lose its previous tension, despite saying nothing.

<Bad, and vengeful... Mmh, did I... do something wrong to someone in class? Is it my appearance? Should I ask? I still haven't... I still haven't said anything"
Realizing that, and that he still had his hand on her cheek, he calmly removes it from his face just as he forcefully relieved his gaze.

-...I'm sorry, you took me by surprise... Wait... How do you know what my flavor is? --He questions her with his monotonous expression from before, especially confused by the fact that she knows something that not even he knew.

>Jumm? What's with that "how are you"? Could it be that you finally gave in to my recommendations and joined my Tomoko seminar? Don't be guided by the fact that she is not related to the Tomokostal papacy.

-Seiken. --He uses his first name without any shame--... You asked why the question came, and it's just that I wanted to see if I could communicate well that way b-baka.

°<<Apparently I can, thank you>> Add again in sign language.

He turned around, about to leave after that outrage to his face, until something crossed his mind and he stopped immediately. He goes from looking at her out of the corner of his eye to turning again, walking towards her.

-...About what you were going to talk to me about... I can share my lunch with you, if that's really the problem. --He offers her without any problem, looking directly into her eyes.

Before they could continue their conversation they are interrupted by the >>19613 gaggle of free scratch posters asking to be promoted to meat strips. For a few moments, he dedicated himself to placing his hands in his pockets and seeing how the mute handles situations, as if it were a social experiment.
After a few seconds of watching her fail in her attempts to send the clones away, he decided to intervene, which would usually involve sending them on an all-paid trip to the shadow realm, if they weren't on an expensive yacht and he didn't want to maintain his impression of a pure and kind Kek boy, so he decided to start with a fair warning.

-Imitations of meat, if what you wanted was a verbal confirmation then you can settle for mine; Get out of here, before Hirohito has 10 consecutive interviews with Tomoko...

Taking his hand out of his right pocket, he raised it, leaving it at the level of his face, at which point it deformed, highlighting his veins, and extending his nails. He walked forward, being prepared to make a mess... Unfortunately he is interrupted by >>19671 Sensei who was quick to calm the situation down just before something ugly happened, quickly puts his hand in his pocket and looks away with a Tch Audible, soon ignoring the situation completely.

>...
Seeing that Seiken was no longer interested in the conversation, he decides to do what he was doing before speaking to her.

-Well, if you've had enough of me then I'll leave you here... Oh, and don't do anything illegal. Or I'll have to catch you and put you in jail. --He told her playing in an expressionless tone as he turned around and walked away. The scene from before repeats itself, and he stops again to look at her out of the corner of his eye.

°<<Or you can follow me, if you still want to talk>> He spoke to her again in sign language.

Regardless of whether she follows him or not, he simply moves across the deck to the other side of the Yacht...

(1/2)

>>19426
Gappy scratches his head after trying to tease him a bit with the nickname, he still can't believe Feng is actually quite calm, he even felt he would lose his temper if he tried to get close.

—You heard the teacher, three days, two nights, that leaves us enough time but not too much to get bored, besides I think there are some group activities or something.

He obviously heard and memorized the teacher's answer that he himself asked for.

—Well, you know, sometimes it's better not to overload yourself with work, but it doesn't mean we're not going to do anything, for now we only know the island, right?

They say there are many places to go, he is excited about those places, especially the training ground, as he feels a bit distrustful of his innate ability due to something in his past... His tragic past...

—'Dude, if you put it that way now I'm the one who looks weird... I even feel stupid now... But seriously, I'm glad you're not like what I first thought, you're even more pleasant than "some" people...'.

He doesn't know what he's joking about, he's not a genius psychologist, people like him or Amelia are difficult to read and that's why he gets embarrassed a bit faster if he doesn't play along...

—Moreover, do you want to go with me to that training ground? Now that DORIME is here, we shouldn't make her angrier with alcohol... And because... Well...

You are the one with the most powerful combat ability, or so I see it, and I am... The guy who vibrates... There must be a way to improve it, a little I mean...

His ability has uses, like giving massages and other things, or creating damn earthquakes that do more harm than good, he feels a bit useless even though with some creativity it would be incredible... They simply took away his confidence to use it well.

—It's my first school trip... I want it to go well and be useful, and maybe you'll even improve your power too, it's a win-win!, what do you say?

For various reasons that you can imagine if you knew a little about what he was like, but he pretends to be the reliable, slightly idiotic, and annoying guy that everyone trusts at least a little.

>>19613
Gapoo laughs at the same time he tries to kiss him on the cheek, he doesn't stop him, the moment was too homoerotic, but since he's at least sure he bats for the other team, he can allow it.

—'Huh?, what kind of question is that? Well, because we've been here for like 1 year, you're the only one who would blush at one of my jokes... And because you care enough for me to remember it...
His voice deepens on purpose when he tells him that he matters, it was true, at least the original along with some specific copies, but it's no different than with almost all of his other companions.

—Ha! If I don't do it to please, relax, but seriously, you could make someone hate you if they don't calm down... Not everyone understands all your genius... That's why I'm telling you...

Then that would be proven since the teacher and the antisocial blonde seemed to be starting to hate him if they didn't relax, which he likes, but he also has a limit to his patience.

—Anyway... Are you going to do anything after boarding? I'll assume everyone shares memories, so you'll be in thousands of places, maybe I'll join if I'm free, just letting you know... Anyway, be more careful, see you.

He then left to talk to the religious girl about a small matter of his own, about that accident that sent him to reform school a while ago and about which no one knows almost anything... Having agreed, or not, to meet later, Gapoo continues to make plans.

>>19671
Gapoo sees the situation, apparently the little dude in white was indeed angering a lot of people with his clone ability and his hyperactivity, he had already warned him, but he continues... He's going to intervene...

—Hey, teach, don't be so hard on him, it's because he's excited, right?

He says from behind and puts his hands on her shoulders, to vibrate, to be able to give a massage without any ill intentions, just to make her relax along with the snakes, even if some poison were to fall on his hands, but someone has to stop the situation.

—You had your age once too, even if you look young, Hero He pronounces it like Hiro kek still has a long way to go, after all...

He knows the clone guy isn't a damn kid, he hopes he calms down because if he keeps it up, even Gapoo won't help him anymore, anyway he changes the subject for everyone's sake.

—By the way! How long is this yacht trip? Because I see that our teacher is going to die if he doesn't have alcohol in his body, and because it's pretty, buuut boring.

I already want to start with the attractions schedule...

A radiant attitude, even if he's being scolded, is much better, at least he thinks so, now he tries to help whoever he can even if it's a problem for him... It's his way of redeeming himself and finding some peace knowing he did something good for someone.

2/2 kek and I continue.

>>19738
>Heh. Nice joke... Wait, it's not a joke?

"Why would it be a joke?"

>It's too long for me... Haven't you found any alcohol yet? I think I could help.

"Even if there was alcohol, I wouldn't give you a drop... That's what I'd say in any other circumstance, but if you really find something good, I'll let you drink as much as you want..."

And with that, you embark on a new adventure. You speed across the ship, searching for alcohol in every corner. There was no luck inside, the deck had nothing but chairs, and well... that was the whole ship, if there's nothing around, there's nothing anywhere else...

Except... There was one place left to check: The Captain's Cabin.

The door was locked, but it was a matter of opening it.

You entered, finding yourself in a somewhat narrow room with a low ceiling. There was a helm, buttons, screens, and levers, as well as a nice view of the deck and the sea.

There was a wall at the back, a world map was pinned to it, and next to it was a smaller map of an island. There was also a coat rack with a captain's uniform hanging on it, hat and all.

There was no sign of alcohol that jumped out at you, but there was one last hope...

On the wall parallel to the door, there were a couple of gray lockers. The paint on them was almost worn off and the metal was rusted, contrasting sharply with the class of the place. Both were locked, but the keys were right there, and it was a matter of turning them to open the lockers and see their contents. Could this be what you were looking for?

>>19853
>Medicine is drugs, alcohol and tobacco are also drugs but the government allows them

"Tch, do I have to listen to that ridiculous narrative everywhere?..."

>If you're talking about the "bad" drugs, then no, I would never give anything bad, I'm just trying to help him, from his search I see you want... Alcohol and... I'm giving it to him...

Your professor fell silent. He gave the paper a glance before looking back at you.

"Wait, you can make alcohol with your quirk?..."

>Specifically, I created a kind of wine, although I don't know how strong I made it... It would be helpful if you tried it and told me how close I got to the taste and effect.

"Aliz... You have a talent that goes beyond heroism. As your professor, I beg you to reconsider your career..." The situation took a 999-degree turn.

>Does that mean when we get to the island I can throw away all the wine, whiskey, and any kind of alcohol you try to drink?
>It's a wonderful idea, your body will suffer from withdrawal for a while but then you'll be clean again, I'm sure Claire will want to help...

She interrupted you before you could continue...

"I'll be direct with you. If you do something like that, you'll be the first person I mention in my suicide note..."

Well, everything caused by Hirohito's autism can be resolved later, this has to continue kek
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>>19796
>>19858
you two can finish your interaction at your leisure
>>20481
since the trip ends here kek besides Japako had already answered how long the trip was going to last
>>19779
https://youtu.be/pFuqzKb58v0▾>...
>The rest of the trip flew by before everyone's eyes, before they knew it, more than two hours had passed
>No indication was needed that they were about to arrive, a simple glance outside was more than enough. White sand beaches and crystal clear water, an immense green and natural landscape, teeming with life, what one would imagine when thinking of "a dream tropical vacation"

"We've arrived~" Japako said slightly excitedly as she adjusted her hat

>The yacht slowly reduced speed, finally entering the island's port, from there the facilities could be seen in more detail, an immense building of proportions similar to a skyscraper, which had a simple sign, in a large arch that crowned its entrance, marking it as "Hotel", there didn't seem to be much imagination for a name...
>Behind the hotel, a slightly smaller building could be seen, adorned with a ruby structure

"Oh, that one over there must be the main building of the public security commission" Japako pointed to the said building

>The yacht continued to slow down, until it stopped at an empty berth alongside other boats, even with a high presence of such maritime vehicles, the presence of people was scarce, barely an occasional person in the distance, some worker of the place surely
>The yacht's stairs lowered again, until they made contact with the dock floor

"Please disembark in an orderly fashion, okay?"

>The professor gave a few instructions for them to disembark
>...
>They set foot on land after a while, the firm ground felt much better than the yacht's floor

"One, two, three..." The gorgon counted everyone's heads to make sure they were all present "Good, everyone's here"

"cough cough If you'll excuse us" A male voice was heard approaching

>A man in a suit, wearing a rose sticking out of a pocket on his chest, approached all of you

"Greetings" He made a small gesture to greet "Our guests from UA, if I must guess, hehe" He chuckled a bit at the end

"Yes, that's us" Japako replied

"A pleasure, I am Wakuri, and along with my partner, we will be your guides within the hotel facilities, Any questions before we begin?, Youngsters?"

>He addressed you now, were there any questions worth asking?

>>19738 your other turn is in accelerated time or slowed down? hmm, so you can answer it, or you can tell it to fuck off, whatever you think is best.
>>19741
>>19852
>>19861
>>19613
>>20548
Once again, their eyes witnessed dry land. The island was almost right in front of you, and you were slowly getting closer and closer to the port. Seagulls fluttered over the coast, and around them were trees that stretched across the entire island, but they were accompanied by an industrial touch thanks to a number of buildings scattered across the island.

The ship's speed was decreasing in preparation for its docking, the handling was so perfect that it was barely noticeable. As you approached, a huge building took over your field of vision, it had an arch adorning its entrance, and there was writing marking it as a "HOTEL". Open 24 hours, but you must make a reservation.

Your transport finally stopped, at a port surrounded by several other boats. It was possible they belonged to someone on the island. Surprising.

They didn't find a completely deserted place, there were a couple of people in the distance, and nearby, a man in a suit, who seemed to be waiting for them at the port.

>Please get off in an orderly fashion, okay?

Japako had told them. It would be better to listen to her.

--

Touching the firm ground made them realize how difficult it was to stay on their feet on the boat, even when the handling did its best to ensure stability. The ground at the port was hot and they could almost feel it through their shoes, in fact, it seemed that the sun began to shine more intensely as soon as they set foot on the island.

Everyone got off with Japako, and immediately, they were greeted by that man in the suit.

>Good. Our guests from UA, if I must guess, hehe.
>A pleasure, I am Wakuri, and along with my partner, we will be your guides within the hotel facilities, Any questions before we begin?, Youngsters?

"Do you have a bar?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J83lw0eFIJA▾
The one-eyed man finally got off the boat, and had the courtesy to summarize his own character in three words.

He turned to look at you. "Hey, ask him questions. No matter what, just don't leave him hanging, the man has to make a living..."

>>20546
>>20561

>Why would it be a joke?

My perception of time is as accelerated as my metabolism; an hour is almost an eternity for me. Why do you think I proposed the idea of taking you all one by one instead of using the bus? I feel like I spent entire days inside that piece of junk. By the way, haven't you seen Malakai?

>She says, bringing a hand to her chin, intrigued as to where her friend might be. Anyway, she was probably around. In the meantime, Kyla is going to look for alcohol, although for the same reason as her accelerated metabolism, it was difficult for the girl to get drunk, yet she liked to feel bad and rebellious.

>The girl practically loots the entire ship, throwing some things into the air that remain suspended, moving very slowly due to the slowed time. Finally, inside the captain's cabin, the first thing Kyla does is put on the captain's suit that was on the coat rack.

Arrrrggg... Land ahoy... I'd stay longer playing, but this is a mission of utmost importance.

>And so, Kyla began to kick and punch that locker with hyper-speed, desperately searching for a single drop of alcohol...

>...

>Some time later they reached land, Kyla was still wearing the captain's suit. The first thing the redhead encounters is a man in a suit, quite attractive in the Russian's eyes, naturally. In Japan, men are either very ugly or very handsome, that's what Kyla had learned in all the time she had been in the land of the rising sun.

>The girl in the captain's clothes raises her hand, saying she has a question.

What time do we eat? What is there to eat? How many times will we eat? Do you have a wife? Can we wear our swimsuits yet? Oh, and what the professor said...

>>19853
>Claire
If she had a glimpse of the mundane ideas floating under that mop of orange hair, Claire would be scandalized and run to a professor, or to the principal, to excommunicate Aliz or at least have it on record that she withdrew her vote for her, even if it changes nothing. But Claire is not a telepath, she wishes she were, but she cannot obliterate or deny things she does not know.

"There are no different ways to see righteousness... There is only one righteousness, the one that comes out in the bible," she says, narrowing her aquamarine eyes, evaluating and judging Aliz's tone, which is starting to sound too irreverent for her taste. "And yes, keeping them calm is your job," she repeats, but the redhead insists it has nothing to do with it. "Yes, it does."

To prove her point, Claire brings her closed hand to her mouth, coughs to clear her throat, and then recites the definition of a representative from memory.

"A person who is responsible, by election or designation, for representing a group or a person, or for acting on their behalf." She lowers her hand and adds, "Saving the distance, you are something like the shepherdess of this flock... What do you prefer...? To face a horde of crazy goats with eyes filled with fire, who walk on two legs and blaspheme in dead languages?" Each word the girl speaks takes on a somber and condemning tone. "Or to be the leader of some well-behaved tender white lambs who graze in the fields, do not speak, and walk on four legs as is correct?" Then she switches to a more cheerful, friendly, and family-friendly tone, accompanied by a slight smile.

The choice is obvious, at least to Claire. Her sense of right and wrong, of what is correct and incorrect, is as inflexible as if etched in stone. That's why she shudders when Aliz takes her hands and asks her to ignore everyone and their temptations.

"With that mentality, why don't we just give up and organize a black mass in the hall with bloody chalices, virgins, and phallic candles? The only drawback is that it would be hard to find pure girls because by then, with your negligence, there won't be any left." She uses sharp sarcasm before releasing her hands from Aliz's fingers. "The only thing needed for evil to win is for good people to do nothing. The job of a servant of the Lord is to save souls, not to let them be condemned while we enjoy bread and wine..."

She maintains eye contact and a frown, somewhat annoyed by Aliz's attitude. Until she softens a bit upon hearing the redhead defend liquors and champion the idea of giving free rein to others' bad lives. By then, Claire is fully smiling because she remembers that Aliz has never received any religious instruction. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, condescendingly.

"There, there, there," she says, making Aliz stop talking by placing two fingers on the girl's lips. "Aliz, Alisson, my noble, graced little one... How could I not see it? You are young and naive... It's normal for you to be dazzled by leisure and the ease of spiritual libertinism. You probably even take pseudo-scientific truths for granted, hehehe. We will fix that drop by drop. I will teach you with word and example, the right path, until I make a dent in the rock of your confusion." She takes her by the shoulders to pull her closer against her will and hugs her tightly for a full minute. In this position, Claire raises her face to the ceiling. "Do you feel it...? It's all my faith flowing into you. Remember that I love you, because Christ also loves you, even when you are absolutely wrong."

She pulls away, though she doesn't remove her hands yet.

"Don't worry about the liquor, there isn't any anymore... I even got rid of that infamous product known as Deku-cola. I flushed it all down the toilet. Anyway, see you in front of the dorms at 10 PM. Don't be late."

Without waiting for confirmation from the redhead, Claire leaves.
>>20583
>>19858

"Me? Authority? No way!" She laughs and waves her hand, shaking her head. "I'm just the voice of a higher power, nothing more, nothing less. Oh, so trouble with the alarm clock. That happens when you rely on a man-made product, when it's well known that humans are imperfect... To prevent such a misfortune from happening again, when we get back I'll buy you a rooster. They're nature's alarm clocks."

The body is a temple, so it must be cared for. Claire not only watches what she eats, but she's also very attentive to everyone's diets in the common room, hoping they stay healthy, which is why she seeks to promote innovative ideas like changing pizza Thursdays to salad Thursdays.

"To be honest, Hiro (Hai-Ro) has never crossed the line with me. But the day he tries... Well, you better not ask, I wouldn't want to scare you." The believer rambles as she drags Amelia behind her, towards the kitchen, the territory of any self-respecting woman. Faced with the girl's doubts about burning herself with fire, Claire responds with a grandiloquent speech: "Did Christ retreat, making excuses, because they whipped me and nailed me to a cross? Did Lucia of Syracuse give up, saying, 'because they're going to burn me and pluck out my eyes'? Did Saint Ignatius of Antioch swear, 'because I'm afraid of being eaten by lions'? Well, all that and more happened to them, but did any of them complain? Of course not. That's the attitude you should take, Amelia. Only then, without doubt and with a heart bursting with faith, will you learn the noble art of cooking. When you marry the man of your life, you'll thank me."

What will Claire wear to the beach? An intriguing dilemma for which the girl already has a solution.

"The last thing I want is to incite impure thoughts in anyone who sees me... So I'll wear my school swimsuit. You're keeping yours too, right? We can go swimming together, or build sandcastles, and enjoy the beautiful landscapes designed by the almighty... Nature is a gift and must be appreciated." Claire's attitude towards the beach is diametrically opposed to Amelia's, and she tries to infect the little girl with it almost by force, because it's quite certain that if Amelia doesn't dodge her, Claire will end up dragging her into her personal activities, just as she's doing now.

Without stopping humming, Claire starts putting the ingredients on the counter. Eggs, onions, shallots, paprika, chilies, lots of garlic, turmeric, tomato, cilantro, salt, and brown sugar, which she tastes to sweeten her mouth. Oh, and of course, a big pinch of love.

With a smile fueled by sweetness and by doing household chores, she looks at Amelia when she points out that nothing guarantees she'll cooperate perfectly.

"You're absolutely right, nothing guarantees it... So? Will you lend me a hand, ray of sunshine?" As she suspected, the answer is affirmative, though said with some doubt, but the exchange student doesn't notice that. "Great! Now chop these garlic cloves with that knife and then use the grater. We'll prepare egg curry... Scrambled, French style, so they cook faster, and I personally like it better."

Claire doesn't follow a recipe to the letter, but rather follows her instinct to mix a bunch of things that she knows taste good together. For her, a meal without seasonings is a soulless meal. So, while the oil heats up over high heat, she chops the bunch of cilantro into slices while urging Amelia to mash the tomatoes.

(Sounds of cooking and preparation)

The dish looks very appetizing, like the pic related, but with scrambled eggs. Claire doesn't hesitate to scoop some with a spoon and then offer it to Amelia's mouth so she can taste it and marvel at the harmony of flavors it offers her.

"Don't worry, it's not too spicy. The other ingredients help reduce the chili's intensity. The key is to maintain harmony."

>>19741
At one point, Gapoo tilts his head to the side when called dear, it's a bit awkward because no one had ever called him that, not even his family.

—Huh? Dear, me? Uh... Well, I guess, if that's what you want, you can call me that.

He blushes a little, looking away, but that attitude changes when she says she used to be the leader of a girl band, and he remembers his days of vandalism and getting drunk... He gets a bit lost because he wasn't the leader there, but he was an indispensable part.

—Chi-chan, I think this is the first time you're hearing it but... You're a good person, not because of your Quirk, but because of that... Attitude, if you took care of them for that long and still see them, it means you care a lot about them, right?

Although you're not very honest... Wait, I think that had a name here, what was it? Tsu... Sun... Ah... Tsundere?

He says it as a question, wondering if he was saying it right or if it was another one of those words that sound similar but mean different things, anyway... That conceited girl, he finds her quite pure. Because he knows that in those kinds of bands, they are like family.

—Well, I'll make a note of it, although I really doubt it will be of any use to me, I prefer a normal date with you... Although I would still have to pay to take you to a good place... Hmmmm....

He starts thinking about what she would like to go there, as if she had said yes, but he stops that when she mentions the problematic nature of her ability, and as he said before, he considers it one of the best, for better or for worse.

—Every ability has its downside, that's why the world is different now with all sorts of abilities... It's not so easy to get away with things, but I understand what you're talking about.

From being able to cancel it to using it against them, that world has many possibilities, but in a high school scenario, it wouldn't be that strange for things to get out of control with Quirks... The murder of that addict proved it to him.

—Eeeeeh... You sound like an old lady when you say "back in my day," but come on, we're in the same class, we can't be more on the same level.

Decided, Chi-Chaama! We'll have a date someday, maybe not today or tomorrow, but it will be the best one...

And that's how he tells her, "I'm on your level" quite directly, and in a way that he likes her as a person, although it's implied because that cheerful attitude doesn't show a single trace of embarrassment, he thinks about what he says, he says what he thinks.
—Alright, alright... I want my tongue back; it's been in weird places, but it's been a while... By the way, can you put some sunscreen on me? I can't reach my back... Ah... Better do it before we get down...

He suggests it to her; if she refuses, he'll just find someone else to do it, but he glances toward the exit and it seems they should already be getting off the boat to head to their group tourist destinations, something he's happy about.

>>19786
This turned out fine, can continue later.

>>19796
Gapoo expected the usual reaction from his other classmates—it's not the first time he's done it, nor does he do it all the time, but it's just something he does... Like a greeting or an entrance.

—Wow... That... That scream was... kind of cute...

He trails off slightly, since although he anticipated the reaction, it was a bit much, considering how that girl normally acts with everyone. But he shakes his head and asks her to listen, though they're standing a bit apart.

—Yeah... I don't really get how that works—like, just repenting is enough and all—but I guess sincerity matters.

One thing he's sure of: that girl didn't have Christ in her heart like Claire says. Maybe she'll leave this world without ever knowing what a church is or having stepped inside one... He looks pained upon hearing that, feeling it was ultimately his fault.

—I understand, and... uh, how does that whole confession thing work? I think you go to a room in the church... You go to those, right? Can I go with you one day?

Gappy doesn't seem like an addict—he's been clean for years, no substances in his system—and judging by his demeanor, he's clearly remorseful, even depressed by what he's hearing... If there really is an afterlife, he's got another weight to carry on his conscience.

—I think that's all... Ah... Just in case, what would you say to someone who's killed someone? How would you treat them? How... how do you face that kind of situation?

He hasn't told anyone and won't tell anyone—he already knows the answer. In fact, this is almost the first time he's even hinted at it during his entire time at the hero school... But he asks anyway...

—Well, I'm sure you'll think of something. Moving on to more important things... Do you need help with anything? Maybe I could be useful... I'm just saying...

Since she helped him a little, he'll do the same, even if it's just based on his own assumptions about what she might ask for.

>>20548
>It was then that amidst everyone's excitement, a girl emerged from one of Kyla's suitcases with reddish eyes as if irritated, along with a curious smell of fried chicken, and accompanied by a life-sized cardboard cutout of Snoop Dogg.
Many afternoons and thank you very much. So this is the much-acclaimed island of.... Whatever?
So what do we have to do now? And why is Kyla dressed as a pirate?
>She starts asking more questions about the activities because she hadn't heard anything inside the suitcase; she had hidden there because her nervousness consumed her and she ended up there.
Now, who am I going to stay with? I'd really like to stay with someone I feel more comfortable with.
>She starts to ramble a bit more and more as the sun begins to hurt her eyes a little due to her time in the darkness.

>>19671
>Hirohito & Co.

A dangerous presence is felt, the three clones startle and instinctively raise their hands to the sky announcing their surrender with that gesture, but this does not stop the teacher from making them swallow saliva by mentioning their names.

The trio turns slowly, their eyes fixed on Japako as if they were in front of their natural predator.

"Shit... She's hissing, she's furious"

One mutters despite the fact that the teacher's expression and the corrosive liquid emanating from her mouth already made it more than clear how she felt about the replicas' actions.

"Um, it doesn't feel that bad..." Whispers the other

"Shut up, idiot, they won't put me in detention for your fucking fetishes..."

The three clear their throats and step back a couple of paces from the mute, afraid they'll be melted at any second.

"Understood, miss..." Says one

"First and last time, really" Promises the second

"Aren't you going to say anything about the theft-?"

A well-placed elbow to the clone's stomach stops his talking. The other two grab him by the arms, lift him, and pull him away without wasting time to prevent the problem from escalating.
>>19779
The replica falls on top of the delinquent, gets up and offers him her hand. Iwamaru accepts the help but when he stands up instead of letting go, he pulls him slightly.

"Wah..."

He exclaims, losing his balance a bit but staying in place, mainly thanks to the redhead not completely pulling him to the ground.

"Man, your fault for having bad reflexes"

He has no shame in blaming the delinquent. The latter retreats and behind him follows the copy with both arms behind his neck while humming a song.

"Hey, I've always wondered... Is your hair color natural?"

He drops the bomb to make small talk on the way, but the redhead stops and observes Japako's scene. The replica imitates him, stops walking and diverts her gaze towards the trio causing trouble. The clone doesn't hesitate to bare his teeth, feeling sorry for the other replicas.

"No idea" He shrugs "We clones don't share memories, thoughts, or... anything in general, everything we have belongs to the original, and if they don't know what happened, neither do we. Besides, we have to return to their body first to incorporate the new information, if we are outside, we will never know what the rest are doing"

He explains, releasing a few details in between, thus giving a slightly better understanding of how his quirk works.

"Hey, bro... We've been together for a year, and you should notice that among replicas we are different in some things, haven't you noticed the differences?"
>>19785
The blonde doesn't take long to give a sharp reply to try and push the copy away, who narrows their eyes, staring intently at Amelia.

"Look, I'm not going to insist either, I can't be bothered dealing with you..."

He's honest in his response. Preparing to leave, he stops when he hears the blonde give him the information he's looking for.

The copy looks at him expressionlessly, blinks a couple of times, and shrugs.

"In that case, it doesn't matter, I thought it was going to be something uglier... They must be playing, those words would never affect us."

With that, he leaves without saying goodbye or adding anything else.
>>20548
>>20561 I laughed more than I should have at the bar joke...

Hours pass and the yacht reaches port. The horizon is covered by an island full of greenery followed by a huge building whose arch adorning the entrance indicated the name of the structure.

"LAND HO!"

Exclaims one of the copies on the bow. The original, along with the rest of his squad, open their eyes and stand up, stretch, and approach the railings to appreciate what the future holds for them.

"It's pretty," says one.

"Is that your opinion on everything?" asks another.

"...Well, yeah, that sums it up, doesn't it?"

Amidst ramblings and chats about what to do once they hit the ground, they don't even realize the boat has stopped and they can disembark. The demon team sets foot on the sand and extends their arms, inhaling until their lungs are full.

"Ahhh~, solid ground at last."

"And with it, swimsuits."

"I'm gonna enjoy this, buddy."

Everyone was excited and eager to continue their nonsense, but soon a well-dressed man approaches them to offer help.

None of the copies had any doubts, but since the professor tasks them with collaborating with Wakuri's work, a couple of them raise their hands.

"Will we sleep in groups or alone?" asks the first.

"Do we unpack first or can we go to the beach right away?" follows a second.

"Where's the food here?!" exclaims a third.

"Are there any banks around...?"

Finishes a fourth, trying not to raise suspicion.
>>20583
>>19853

While the talk of shepherds and sheep was going on, three mischievous crimson-eyed lambs pass by Claire and Aliz, waving their hands and wagging their tails, reciting who knows what in an unknown language (Chinese).

"Chuan guo le xiao xiang hou de gu jie"

"Qing qiang pang ni yao wang xi yang xie"

"Zhi yin shi bu jing yi de yi pie hip movement"

They clapped their hands to the rhythm, but still moved from side to side, making any movement that came to mind, following the rhythm of the music more than a specific choreography.

>>20591
>>20584
>Claire
"Scaring innocent people isn't nice..." she complains. "Don't do it again." She glares for a moment, but then regains her good humor when talking about faith. "You can do it in front of your bed, on your knees, with your hands together... Talking directly to God is the most rewarding and intimate thing in the world." She slowly shakes her head when the young sailor talks about going to a priest. "I'm not Catholic, Gaspar. I don't go to confessionals. I follow the doctrines of fundamentalist Christianity... I have nothing against the other branches, but I see the divergences as a gigantic mistake."

What would you give someone who has killed?

"That they repent, or fear the almighty's justice, because it will fall upon their head sooner or later. I wouldn't have much more to share with a murderer. The commandments are very clear."

Claire places a finger near her chin, covering her mole, thoughtfully considering the sailor boy's offer.

"Not at the moment... But if I had to ask for your help with something, it would be to prevent the boys from making a mess. Sometimes I don't know what happens to them, they become like monkeys incapable of reasoning or controlling themselves. Make sure none of them do something foolish that ends up harming the entire class."

>>20611
"..." She follows the dancing devils with her eyes. When they finish passing, Claire exclaims, "Professor!" And she quickly goes to find the leader of the Gorgonites. >>20548 As soon as she finds her, she demands, "Restore order. Or give me permission to deny Hiro breathing, ten seconds would be enough to bring him to his senses and stop him from singing in strange tongues."

...

The yacht slows down until it stops at an empty berth next to other boats. As soon as Japako says to go in order, Claire shouts to her companions: >>20611 >>20593 >>20584 >>20570 >>19861 >>19858 >>19853 >>19779

"Form two lines! Boys on the right, girls on the left. Starting with the shortest and ending with the tallest. No, no standing on tiptoes, that would be lying, like transgenderism or global warming. Now then." She turns to Japako. "Professor, they're all yours... Did you consider the recommendation I made about couples?"

A man with tanned skin appears.

"Oh, the service has just arrived... Here you go, good man." Claire hands him the suitcase, and with her free hands, the young woman clasps them near her chest as she speaks. "Wakuri? (Gua-Cure) It sounds very indigenous, I assume you come from a nearby tribe. Thank you for wearing a suit in our presence, it's surely not common among your people, and they would feel more comfortable going around, let's say, naked."

Claire tries to be understanding with these natives, because maybe later she can talk to them and enlighten them with the words of the lord.

>>20591
>Amelia
The blonde responds to her companion's confusion regarding the teacher's possible attitude towards a situation like fasting.

<Me? Authority? No way!

(Do you really think not...? Haven't you seen your attitude?)

<I am merely the voice of a higher power, nothing more, nothing less.

(Doesn't that make you feel like someone with more authority than average...?)

"You say no, but your actions prove otherwise... the teacher sees us as very different targets. In her eyes, you are someone tough, difficult to deal with... while I'm just an easy-to-manage child..." -if that were the case, the viper would have a point. Amelia, despite her attitude, was not the most difficult student to correct - "...Don't be surprised by how differently she might treat us."

Avoiding being reproached for not honoring her mother and father, Amelia lies about why she didn't eat breakfast, blaming the poor alarm clock for it.

<That's what happens when you trust a man-made product

(Even though I'm lying... what other choice would I have? Only humans make things...)

<When we get back, I'll buy you a rooster.

(Well, there was another option... But I don't find it the most appealing.)

"It won't be necessary... you should save your money to buy saint figures. I'll find a better solution."

Amelia reminds her companion that the most hateful person in the classroom was also a pervert.

<To be honest, Hiro has never crossed the line with me.

(Well, you're lucky.)

<But the day he tries... Well, I'd rather not tell you, I wouldn't want to scare you

(Uhh~ you leave a lot to the imagination... I have to see that...)

"Let's hope it doesn't happen..." -she hides her true desire-

Forced to go to the kitchen as if it were a sexist joke, the blonde followed her companion, trying to excuse herself with a fear of fire to avoid cooking.

<Did Christ make excuses when he was scourged and nailed to a cross? (...)

"...No?"

(I'm more of a Tomoko Bible person. I only know Jesus from those.)

<Well, all that and more happened to them, but did any of them complain? Of course not.

(Well, then sorry for not being an exemplary person worthy of being in the bible...)

<That's the attitude you should take, Amelia. Only then will you learn the art of cooking.

(I guess I'll never learn to cook then...)

<When you marry the man of your life, you'll thank me

"No." -she completely denies that idea- "I will never get married or have a partner... I have no interest in love." -she states seriously. Amelia would die without tasting meat-

Later, the girl asks what her companion would wear to a place like the beach, which invites every living being who steps on it to wear light clothing.

<The last thing I want is to incite impure thoughts in anyone who sees me...

(Me too... I'd be disgusted to feel gazes on my body...)

Amelia was not the most developed woman in any part of her body... But there was always the unpleasant possibility that eyes would be on her flat areas.

<So I'll wear my school swimsuit. You're keeping yours too, right?

"Yes... we had the same idea. I brought it because I wasn't going to wear the horrible bikini my mom bought me..."

It was too revealing for the blonde's taste... if it was in her suitcase, it was simply because her mother put it there.

<We can go swimming together, or build sandcastles, and enjoy the beautiful landscapes designed by the almighty...

(Didn't... you hear what I said...?)
<Nature is a gift and you have to know how to appreciate it

sighs "Do I have to do this...?"

Although the blonde hated the beach, she didn't really have much to do on that island—she well knew she wouldn't enjoy it. So she wouldn't refuse spending some time with that woman she didn't despise, if that's what the woman wanted.

--

In the kitchen, Amelia questions the young girl's decision of choosing her, among so many students, to help her... overlooking that she wasn't exactly who one would expect to see helping anyone.

<You're absolutely right, nothing guarantees it... So then? Will you lend me a hand, ray of sunshine?

"..." -Amelia stayed silent-

(Well... yeah.)

The girl agrees, but asks again if she would truly be helpful...

<Great!

(That doesn't answer my question...)

<Now chop these garlic cloves with that knife, then use the grater. We'll make egg curry...

(mental sigh I hate touching garlic... that smell could stick to my hands...)

<Make it scrambled, French-style. They cook faster that way, and personally I prefer them.

(You lost me... What do French-style eggs even look like...?)

(Whatever... I hope you know what you're doing.)

Reluctantly, Amelia helps her companion with simple tasks that would save time on the recipe—grating garlic, turning tomatoes into pulp... things Amelia would've preferred to avoid, though in the end didn't seem that bothersome.

After a while, the girls could finally see their artwork materialized before them... a dish with good presentation, emitting a pleasant aroma... even Amelia could admit it looked good.

(Not bad... I'd honestly expect less from myself. But I guess that's because my involvement was minimal.)

The girl with the mole took a spoonful of the dish, while Amelia expected it to be her taste test... until the spoon moved toward her own lips.

"Uh...?"

<Don't worry, it's not too spicy. The other ingredients help tone down the chili's intensity. The key is keeping harmony.

(That's not what's bothering me... Doesn't this situation seem... strange to you?)

Amelia's gaze shifted between the spoon and the girl in front of her several times, until finally settling on the spoon... which made her stomach growl once more.

(Ugh... This is just embarrassing...)

(sigh Whatever...)

The girl moved her mouth closer to the spoon and, without further delay, closed her lips around it... finally tasting the curry...

Without even releasing the spoon, Amelia could feel the flavor... the pleasant sensation of food on her tongue after so many hours without eating was glorious... to the point that the girl briefly closed her eyes to fully savor the meal as she analyzed it internally.

(Mmm... I'm no food critic... But... I genuinely enjoy this...)

(It turned out pretty well... I guess interacting was worth it for this.)

The girl briefly flashed a small smile... she already wanted to start eating that breakfast.

And then... Amelia remembered her current position, causing her to open her eyes again... she was still eating from her companion's hand...

Amelia lost that faint smile, returning once more to her expressionless face.

(...This could look really bad...)

Without saying a word, the apprentice slowly pulled back from the spoon, returning to her original position... swallowed the food, and spoke.

"I liked it... you should eat too."

>>20548
>Amelia
Time passed and curiously the blonde did it with someone... something out of the ordinary.

Around two hours with or without Claire later, the girl would finally see the ship reach its destination... a beautiful island on which anyone would wish to spend their vacation... except Amelia, of course.

(We're here... mental sigh I want to go back already...)

<We're here~

(Yes, it's something that can be seen at a glance... you get too excited, remember you're still here to work...)

The yacht arrives at the port... where the large main building in which they would spend their days was located... which didn't have a special name...

(Wow... it has many floors... I don't think I could survive that fall... ajé...)

A small smile forms on Amelia's face... But it vanishes as quickly as it arrives... She wasn't the happiest girl in the world, that was obvious.

(Hotel... It has no name, huh...? I like it... empty... almost like saying "I'm just another one... I'm not special... I never will be. I have a mediocre life and no one will remember me when I perish...")

Perhaps the girl was overthinking a nameless hotel... But that's how she was... strange, to say the least.

Further on, there was a rather striking structure... with a ¿large? Ruby adorning it... which is pointed out by the professor.

<Oh, that one over there must be the main building of the public security commission

(Good thing we have a tour guide...)

(What does the ruby mean anyway...? That they only care about money or something...?)

Finally, the yacht stops at a place with many more boats... which catches Amelia's attention.

(Why are there so many...? Bah, what do I care...)

The stairs finally lead to land again... leading the professor to give advice.

<Please get off in an orderly fashion, okay?

"Ok."

>>20715
But then... Claire interferes.

<Form two lines! Boys on the right, girls on the left

(Why...?)

<Starting with the shortest and ending with the tallest.

(I guess I'd be among the first...)

<global warming

(That's real...)

<Professor, all yours... Did you consider the recommendation I made about couples?

Amelia raises her hand.

"I object to that proposal... I want to be alone."

She hadn't had a bad time with Claire... But that didn't mean the experience would be equally pleasant with anyone else.

>>20548
Finally, they touched the ground again... But the blonde always had something to complain about.

(I'm already tired of standing so much...)


<Alright, everyone's here

(Did he count every clone of that damn guy?)

<If you'll excuse us

Amelia looked at the place where that voice came from... finding a man dressed elegantly approaching.

<Hello

(I hope so.)

<Our guests from UA, I must guess, hehe

(Why that laugh?)

<A pleasure, I am Wakuri

(Ok.)

<along with my partner, we will be your guides within the hotel facilities, Any questions before we begin?

Amelia spoke without raising her hand.

"Why did you laugh earlier? Are you mocking us?" -she asked seriously- "And how long will this last? I'm tired of walking everywhere carrying my trash luggage."

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>>20548
>>20561
>Aliz

<"Tch, do I have to hear that ridiculous narrative everywhere?..."

"Yes, and it's not ridiculous—it's the truth."

<"Wait, can you make alcohol with your quirk?..."

"I can create any kind of plant and also modify them, so yes, I could create alcohol."

But given what the teacher had previously said—that what I did wasn't right—at least until I mentioned I'd made "wine," I noted that I could dispose of any alcohol the teacher found on the island.

<"I'll be direct with you. If you do something like that, you'll be the first person I mention in my suicide note..."

"Oh come on, you won't go that far."

(Though I'll make sure you don't.)

With that, I left the room and ran into Claire.

----
>>20583
>>20715
When I expressed my view on righteousness, Claire obviously wouldn't stay silent, arguing that the only true righteousness was that of the Bible. It was annoying arguing with her—no matter what, the conversation always ended up revolving around religion, a topic I barely tolerated. How do you argue with a religious fanatic without insulting either their faith or them as a person? It's not like I could just ignore her.

<"And yes, keeping them calm is your job."

"What's the teacher for? I get it, she struggles with controlling everyone, but if they won't listen to her, why would they listen to us? Anyway, I think—and only THINK—you're exaggerating a bit."

When she recited the basic definition of a class rep, it felt like she was trying to trap me. Why would someone care so much about these things? The day I was elected class rep, I was surprised Claire was the second choice, given how radical she is... Going back to the definition, nothing said I had to give orders to the class.

<"Put simply, you're kind of like the shepherd of this flock..."

I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose with my middle and index fingers, closed my eyes, and gestured for her to continue explaining.

<"Which would you prefer...? To stand up for a horde of crazy goats with eyes blazing in fire, walking on two legs and blaspheming in dead tongues?"
<"Or to lead a group of gentle, well-behaved white lambs grazing in the fields, silent, walking on four legs as it should be?"

By this point, I was frowning—something quite unusual for me. I took a deep breath and exhaled, calmer now, then raised an eyebrow, trying to stay composed, and replied calmly:

"They're humans, not a flock, and you're exaggerating again..."

Obviously, I did care about what my class did, but I couldn't—or rather, didn't want to—control them. Why bother when there's a teacher? The only time I step in is when the teacher isn't there to manage things, and even then, it's just a warning.

<"With that attitude, why don't we just give up and organize a black mass in the classroom complete with bloody chalices, virgins, and phallic candles? The only problem would be finding pure girls—by then, with your apathy, there won't be a single one left."

By now, my palm was already pressed against my face. How could Claire be so... religious? Beneath all that madness, there was a decent girl who could actually be likable—but you'd have to dig reeeally deep to find her, which I didn't want to do, mainly because I'd rather do anything else than listen to Claire for too long.

<"All it takes for evil to win is for good people to do nothing. A servant of the Lord's duty is to save souls, not sit idly by sipping wine and eating bread while they're damned."
"The good ones are good and will continue to be good, neutral people will dislike black masses with satanic rituals and evil will be condemned after death"

(If such a condemnation after death existed, did you see God or what?)

While defending the freedom of my companions to do as they please as long as they don't bother others, Claire sealed my lips by putting her fingers on them. How condescending Claire was, incredibly annoying.

<"Aliz, Alisson, my graceful little noble... How could I not see it? You are young and naive... It's normal for you to be dazzled by the idleness and ease of spiritual libertinism."

"How condescending... ~and annoying~" "~" for whispers and murmurs

<"You probably even take scientific pseudo-truths for granted, hehehe. We will fix that drop by drop. I will teach you with word and example, the good path, until we make a dent in the rock of your confusion."

"Wow wow wow, what do you mean pseudo-truths? If you say science is a pseudo-truth, then I can say you're talking to your fri-"

Before I could even continue, Claire thankfully stops me by pulling me abruptly towards her before I say something surely blasphemous to her, which at this point I really didn't care much about. Something I hated was condescension! We're the same age and you're not a genius to treat me like this!

<"Do you feel it...? It's all my faith flowing into you. Remember that I love you, because Christ also loves you, even when you are absolutely wrong."

(I'll put an aphrodisiac in the next thing you drink or eat to see what you do with the sin of lust)

I push Claire away almost with a shove.

"Wrong!? Look, you know what? Trying to argue and/or talk to you is a torment sometimes. I'll give you the delegate position, want it? Just so you stop bothering me with nonsense."

Calming down again, I make a deal: she eliminates the liquor from the island and I'll help ensure no one leaves, bad luck to those who have to pee.

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Before anything else happens, Hirohito, or rather his clones, appear, passing near us, starting to dance and speak in a strange language... Chinese. I sigh and, annoyed, point at him and say:

"Stop scaring the schizo religious fanatic by speaking Chinese, Hirohito!... Hirohito replicas!"

I didn't know what he was saying but I knew it was Chinese. If he had chosen something in actual African languages, I would have been scared.

----

We were approaching land, an island with white sand and some greenery further back. There was also a building in the center and another that, according to the professor, should be the public security building.

Already at the dock, we could see a few other buildings scattered around the island. I disembark with the professor in an orderly fashion as she had said, without forming any lines as Claire had said. Walking along the dock, we are greeted by a man in a suit, probably a hotel employee.

<"Any questions before we begin, young ones?"

<"Wakuri? It sounds very indigenous, I assume you come from a nearby tribe. Thank you for wearing a suit in our presence, it's surely not common among your people, and they would feel more comfortable going around, let's say, in the open air."

"To me, it sounds very Japanese. Excuse my companion, are you a hotel worker or do you work there?"

I say, pointing to the other buildings in the area, especially the one that Japako said was the public security building.

"Second question... Why the rose?"

>>19743
==Negishi Chieko
==
>She lies down peacefully and takes off her shirt and lies down so Kyle could put sunscreen all over her skin, after all it was necessary.

“You’re like my mother Kyle, you worry more about me than I worry about myself.”

>She laughs foolishly and then hears what he says about Claire and laughs again.

“The three of us are beauties, for God’s sake, we are totally a sun above any other girl in this hero academy, those from class A would already wish they could even get close to our big beauties.”

>She says clearly proud.

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>>20548
>When we finally arrive I look around, mainly at the hotel which I hoped would be 5 stars so I could have some fun, even if it’s with wealth and power to post it on Hispagram, I have 50 thousand followers on Hispagram, I guess I’m quite famous at UA, but that’s mainly because I look perfect in all photos, removing all my imperfections.

>When we get to the front I look at the guy asking if we have any questions and I automatically raise my hand.

“Is there any kind of tour guide or will we be able to wander freely around the island?”

>That’s an important question since I’ll do whatever I feel like anyway.

>>20584

“Don’t get me wrong idiot, I call everyone that.”

>I say turning to the side with an annoyed face, but she turns completely red when you call her a Tsundere, she even raises her fist to hit you but quickly sighs and shakes her head, it seems she is counting to ten repeatedly in silence.

>She would be ignoring you until you say that your tongue has been in strange places, there she almost faints and has to hold onto something sighing several times to avoid slipping.

“Idiot…”

>>20918
>Claire
"Me? Tough? No way!" She laughs and waves her hand, shaking her head, repeating the previous gesture. In conclusion, both comparisons seem far from reality. "I'm like a freshly baked jelly donut sprinkled with a layer of refined sugar, plus a pinch of cinnamon to go with it... Soft, warm, full of sweetness. Maybe I have to put on a brave face sometimes to keep order, but it's all for the good of the group."

The girl of faith, with her hands on her knees, leans forward until her face is level with little Amelia's. That way they can maintain direct and frank eye contact, as Claire likes.

"You're not an easy girl, you're an obedient girl, and that makes you wonderful. If the teacher underestimates you for being good, we just have to go and complain, put her in her place, right?" She places her right hand on Amelia's cheek, giving her a caress. "Let me know and I'll accompany you. You're a welcome difference in a class plagued by derailed trains. Sometimes I wonder why, with some being the way they are, the Lord granted them such gifts."

Gifts, as Claire calls Quirks. The lady removes her hand and straightens up to continue down the yacht's corridor.

"Nonsense, money is the least of it. Buying a rooster just for you would fill me with deep joy at being able to help you."

During their time in the kitchen, Amelia makes a bold declaration, that she will never get married. Claire looks at her with her mouth slightly agape.

"A vow of chastity is a praiseworthy promise... But rejecting love, that's going to the extreme, ray of sunshine," she says, and regains her smile to add. "But don't worry, one day, you'll meet someone who will awaken feelings within you that you didn't know you could have, like any maiden in love before her knight. That will be the person you marry, and you'll accompany each other for the rest of your days, until death do you part, and eternal life reunites you."

It's evident that Claire doesn't aspire to be the number 1 hero in the world or anything like that; her only dream, evident from her enraptured expression when talking about marriage, is to get married and start a strictly Christian conservative family in the suburbs of America.

Changing the subject, does Amelia have to enjoy the beach even if she doesn't want to? Without losing her smile, Claire nods, the answer is very obvious, it's a resounding Yes.

...

She brings a spoonful of the dish to Amelia. Does she find it weird? Embarrassing? Not at all, for Claire they are just a couple of schoolgirls sharing and enjoying their youth in the kitchen, the best place in the world after church.
"Here, say Aaaaah~

She feeds him from the spoon, and Amelia's smile makes it obvious it was very good. With the same spoon, Claire takes another portion of curry and tastes it. She nods, satisfied with the result.

"I'll serve. You set the table"

While she places the plates, cutlery, and napkins as Claire instructs, the lord's maid, on the other hand, gets some oranges and squeezes them to make 100% natural juice. With the glasses ready, the egg curry served, and both in their places at the table, Claire says:

"Let's pray" She closes her eyes and clasps her hands in front of her. She obviously expects Amelia to do the same. "Lord, we praise and bless you for this journey, for our studies, and for all the pleasant experiences and lessons that await us. Thank you, Lord, for life and sustenance, you give them to us by your infinite mercy, not by our merit. Bless those who made it possible for us to receive this food here today. Aid the needy. Move us to share all that we are and have with others, and give us all hunger and thirst for you. Amen"

She waits patiently for Amelia's Amen. If it takes too long, she would open one eye and stare at her until she finally says it. Then she separates her hands and begins breakfast with:

"Let's eat"
>>21034
"The teacher is... Too soft, like tofu, coincidentally they share the same color. A force is needed to balance the authority in the class, otherwise before we know it, the students will rebel and replace Miss Japako with a golden calf. Not an exaggeration, it has happened, it's in the Bible"
Against those arguments and her faith, there is no valid response. Because Claire is sure she is speaking the truth, and only the truth. That's why when Aliz pushes her to break their embrace, the girl of faith is surprised.

"I see you're a tough nut to crack... Just like my cousin Dalia. Like a couple of bricks, both of you" She replies and lets out a sigh. But she hasn't given up yet, she knows that if she tries hard enough, Aliz will eventually understand that everything she's telling her is for her own good. "I won't lie to you, it would be easier for me to do what I'm doing if I had your position... But it's not the right thing to do, our classmates chose you, I even voted for you. It's your cross to bear"

Even if Aliz begs her to take the position, she won't, because it's not her role in this story. However, she will continue to bother the carrot-top whenever she can so that she does what, according to Claire, is supposedly her duty.

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>Feng

-Um... Three days and two nights. I guess it's less overwhelming... --Even if it was only for a few minutes, he wanted to seem like a normal guy.

Not being used to simply relaxing and having fun --or at least not in the conventional way everyone present seems to share-- He prefers to just take their word for it, rather than trying to explain where the few expectations he has for the supposed activities on the Island come from.

>Dude, if you put it that way now I'm the one who seems weird... I even feel silly

-Kuku... Just look on the bright side, no one but me heard you...

Seeing his companion insist so much on how supposedly nice the pale boy was seemed suspicious to him, as if he wanted to be on his good side for dishonest reasons... Then he realized that was ridiculous, having already seen his companion's attitude this year and the previous one. He might have the look of someone certainly not innocent, but he doesn't think that's the kind of thing he does. It only remains to try to believe that Gappy considers him more pleasant than his more problematic classmates, something he should take as a compliment if he hadn't confirmed that he also looks like a weirdo.

>Besides, do you want to go with me to that training place?

He raised an eyebrow in a somewhat jocular and biting expression upon hearing his question, it seemed like he was on the verge of making a derogatory comment, but that was not his intention in any way.

-... How curious. Wasn't the purpose of this trip exactly to rest after all the work we've been doing? That's what you said a few seconds ago... --He questioned him in an ironic tone--... Maybe I will. I wanted to try the other attractions on the Island first... It's a vacation resort for a reason, after all...

It had already been mentioned before, but he wasn't the type to enjoy fighting to the point of prolonging a match or organizing friendly fights with his classmates outside of training; he wasn't raised for it, but to finish off his opponents without giving them a chance to defend themselves or get back up. He is too accustomed to his deadly and swift fighting style that showed how he was raised; vital points and important organs were things he usually attacked, to the point of having to learn a completely different way to subdue his opponents, and even then, from time to time, he finds himself on the verge of cutting an artery or piercing a rival's spine with his Nail. Because of this, he feels uncomfortable in friendly matches against his classmates, as friendly was not something he associated with combat... This is not something he would say directly, of course; it would sound creepy and weird.

-But... If your goal is to "improve" your Quirk, the Classes and training we have are sufficient. You just have to look for different angles and applications for it... --It was a simple solution, and one that was already working from where he could see it-- Besides, since we started the first academic year, you have been one of the most powerful students in the class. Your Quirk and its effects are devastating... And you've even advanced a lot since last year. The credit you give yourself doesn't do justice to the value you have...
Regardless of her words, his analysis was exclusively cold, as he is accustomed to when analyzing his peers. In this case, the value he speaks of was of the same kind that a Country gives to its military strength, or an Assassin gives to their weapon of choice.

-Unfortunately, I didn't bring my umbrella either, I won't be able to fight as I usually do... But, even so, if we find an effective Doctor, I suppose I wouldn't have a problem participating in a brief fight...

>>19852
She stares at him for a few seconds after hearing his response, then simply looks forward.

-What a coincidence, me neither. --He replies honestly, although the difference is that he doesn't really have an unlimited source from which to get it.

At least it seems she was aware of the kind of things money makes people do.

>...

Being nearby, he could still hear them talking about animals, more specifically about which animals had personalities identical to theirs, for some reason.

<"... I don't understand the interest in this topic. But, if I had to choose..."

He felt uncomfortable even thinking about something so transcendental, but participating had been his choice anyway, he knows these conversations were supposedly normal for boys his age...

>Monkeys are... stupid and rude, I mean, they throw their shit at people, that's out of character, that's very rude and vulgar

-Mmh. If we also go by behavior, most animals would be out... Besides... A large part of monkeys are playful and friendly. Honestly, I don't see anything more perfect for him... --He was rambling again, he didn't know much about animals either.

>Feng looks like a domesticated wolf

He frowned slightly upon hearing that, but not out of anger or indignation, his expression seemed somewhat more dejected.

-... You can't domesticate a Wolf. Even if they are accustomed to human company from when they are puppies, they will still retain their wild animal instincts... And that's not even mentioning those who were born and raised in the wild, accustomed to killing to survive. --He repeated what he had read before, besides that, he knows that Wolves are animals that depend a lot on their pack-- I don't think I have many similarities... I was thinking of a Tiger. Or a Tarantula...

He retreated into his own head again.

>>20611

>Through the alley to the old street
>You watch the sunset, next to the cyan walls
>It was just a look from you

He heard Hirohi singing a song in her native language, he didn't recognize the song entirely, but he understood what she meant. He simply looked away, not wanting to translate anything for the religious girl anyway.

-Wasted breath... --He pronounced as he headed to the kitchen to get a soda from the refrigerator.

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>>20561
After observing the blue and crystalline sea below them, he turned his gaze to where the Yacht had taken them. He was not impressed, as he had expected. The professor asked them to ask questions, just like Japako, he didn't have much interest, but he decided to do it anyway because the sensei asked him to.

-... Are there televisions in the rooms?... --It was the best he could come up with, he doesn't even watch TV-- Internet?...

As soon as they were allowed to proceed, he moved ahead, he didn't bother to follow the religious girl's ramblings, as long as they don't crowd when leaving, he thinks it's enough.

>>21034
>Yes, and it's not ridiculous, it's the truth

"It's not the truth, it's ridiculous. It's a ridiculous lie. Just nonsense invented by drug addicts to convince you that their thing is normal, and if it's not, then we should all go down with them." There was more passion in that sentence than he showed any day in the classroom.

"I'll give you a little history lesson: Alcohol has been an important part of society since time immemorial. Marijuana? It's been important since the 60s, I guess. And while marijuana does nothing but make you sleepy and lower your productivity, a good glass of beer has been the cure for emotional problems in millions of men around the world. If you take beer away from a man, you ruin his life. Shouldn't that be a crime?" Typical addict talk.

>>20570
You put on the captain's suit. It smells of sweat and bad decisions.

And then, you kick and punch that locker at hyper speed. Because apparently, using the key to open it like a normal person isn't among your options.

Your hands get a little hurt hitting the metal at such speed, so the number of kicks increases to compensate, but in the end, the speed and quantity of attacks are enough for the door to surrender at your feet. That said, it would be a good idea to get a tetanus shot afterward, one of your knuckles was bleeding a bit.

The door slowly falls in your perception, as if floating in space. You push it aside like your integrity, your only interest was alcohol.

In the narrow locker, you find a couple of things. A shoebox without a lid, inside which was a stuffed rabbit, a pocket watch, a picture, some pills without a name or brand, a digital camera, and a small diary with a sticker that says "captain's Pythagoras." Was it a typo?

In any case, there was no alcohol anywhere. What there was, above the box, was another small box that said "Liqueur Chocolates."

>>20611
>Will we sleep in groups or alone?

"We should lock you in a bathroom. If you come back to Tokyo with 5 restraining orders, they'll blame me for teaching you badly."

>Is there a bench around here...?

"Good question. I have to make sure Nagiri paid me for this vacation. Taking care of you for 3 days straight is basically working."

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>>20548
>Did you consider the recommendation I made about couples?

Murata decided to interrupt the conversation.

"You know? The idea doesn't sound so bad. And that way, if they get lost, we get rid of two nuisances with one shot... On the other hand, I wouldn't want to leave Hirohito alone with someone else. It would take at least 4 people to contain him, and his clones don't count, because they are the problem... What do you think Japako?"

It was his usual trick. Entering the conversation to pretend he contributes something, but in the end, he doesn't say anything exactly useful, leaving the final decision to Japako.

and now you must wait for the turn that really matters, kek

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>>19779
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>>20715
>The tension was starting to rise and you could feel it in the air, the strange and out of the ordinary anger of the teacher, the situation was striking enough to attract curious people

>"Don't be so hard on him, in the end it's because he's excited, right?"

Japako turned his head 360 degrees to the side to answer Gapoo "That's no excuse, to treat a disabled classmate that way"

>The replicas gave their answer

"A simple 'we won't do it again' is not enough" His hissing was getting worse

>The replicas tried to leave, but as soon as they passed the teacher, a couple of snakes caught them by their clothes and dragged them back in front of the Gorgon

"I haven't finished speaking yet"

"If it happens again, I will make sure to personally call Principal Nagiri to see what her opinion is on the matter. Capiche? Is that clear? And I want an honest answer"

>Once the replicas answered, the crazy snakes on her head would calm down and return to their docile and usual state

"sigh Alright" The Gorgon turned to those who had approached due to the commotion "It's okay, everything is resolved now"

>It was then that the teacher started to sniff the air, the smoke from the melting wood reached her nose, which made her look down, overwhelmed, worried, nervous, and many more adjectives that would be fitting to describe the feeling of overwhelm she was going through. A couple of holes had formed on the floor due to the corrosive liquid that the snakes on her head had dripped from their mouths

"Oh no!" She brought her hands to her head "D-do you think it will be very noticeable?" It was very noticeable "Ahhh" She complained, covering her face with her hands "We'll arrive in an hour or two, don't get into trouble..."
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>>21246
**Well this is for everyone, OPayaso's little darkies are back with him next turn
aldo, ignore that part where Wakuri mentions a classmate, that was my schizophrenia**
https://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI▾>Once they got off the yacht, the questions quickly started

"Well, I suppose I'll start with the priority," he said, then cleared his throat. "Yes, there is a bar, I don't think I need to clarify that it's only for those of legal drinking age. And the hotel has room service, and its own restaurants, although you'll surely find some good merchants scattered around the island, setting up their little food stalls for when the tourists come, if you plan on seeing the surroundings."

>Suddenly Malakai emerges from Kayla's luggage

"Oh, there you were, I knew I forgot something..." Japako whispered at the end

"A stowaway?" Wakuri asks

"Oh, n-no no, nothing to worry about," Japako replied. "We'll discuss groups and all that when we get to the hotel."

>Hirohito's questions continued

"I see your teachers will take care of that, but you'll have an entire floor for yourselves, I doubt space will be a problem. First, you'll get a good look at the facilities and then you can enjoy the rest of the place, as long as you don't get into trouble, although speaking of a class belonging to the most prestigious school in the country, I doubt it will be a problem, right?" The man finished his sentence in a joking tone, although he generated little laughter with that assumption, Japako more than anything began to feel a large drop of sweat run down his forehead.

>"Are there any banks around here...?"

The man in the suit raised an eyebrow. "There are... ATMs." He shrugged. "Are you planning something, young man?"
"No, he's not planning anything..." Japako hurried to answer, she looked calm, although since the incident on the boat, a couple of the snakes in her hair had been giving the clone boy dirty looks.

"Well, any other..."

Suddenly, Claire approached him and handed him her suitcase, which the man took without much trouble, looking at her confused.

"Ah, C-Claire..." Japako touched her shoulder and tried to get her to return to the others. "M-Making those kinds of assumptions is rude."

"It's not a problem, really."

"Excuse me?" Japako said, sounding confused.

"I'm originally from Okinawa, so your assumption isn't that far off, although they're no longer considered indigenous. Anyway, I'll take the suitcase out of politeness for the young lady." He bowed slightly until he was at Claire's level. "Although you'll make me feel bad if you think I go around wearing leaves as clothes; where I come from, we also have television and internet."

He looked back at the group and accepted Amelia's question.

"Why did you laugh earlier? Are you making fun of us?" "And how long will this last?"

"It was a joke, and no, I'm not making fun of you. The tour will be short, don't worry."

"Are you a hotel worker or do you work there?"

"You could say I work in both; the president himself sent me to welcome you. Hopefully, you might even get to meet him during your stay," he answered Aliz's question.

"Why the rose?"

He took the rose from his coat and handed it to the pink-haired girl. "Hold this for me, please."

He rolled up the left sleeve of his suit a bit, then from his wrist, a new rose began to grow. He removed it and put it in his pocket.

"I think it looks good. You can keep that one if you want."

Then he continued with Chieko's question about the tour guides.

"We don't want to waste your time, so in your rooms, you'll find a small guide once the tour is over." He then managed to point to Feng to answer his question. "Where you also have television and internet."

To finish, he looked at the whole group.

"In case you have no more questions, you can follow me. Upon arriving at the hotel, your luggage will be taken to your rooms." The man started walking out of the port; they had no choice but to follow him.

...
They left the pier relatively quickly, giving way to an av
enue connected to it, along the beach. A long street with trees on both sides, with stairs every so often to descend to the beach, they crossed it without any problem; there was no need to worry about traffic.

There they encountered the large arch that served as a welcome to the building's
grounds; it just said "Hotel," not very imaginative, honestly...
Behind said arch was a small parking lot with some cars, which was the antechamber to the Hotel's actual entrance.

>A small stone path led to large metal gates set in brick columns; the doors were slightly ajar, so a small push from Wakuri was enough to open them wide.

"Welcome."

To their eyes, a garden full of well-trimmed bushes appeared, with a large fountain i
n the middle. And a path of stone tiles, which again, marked the way.
Wakuri didn't expect any kind of question and continued towards the doors leading into the hotel. Said doors were automatic and opened by themselves for them to enter.

The reception area had marble floors and walls, with good lighting and some plants and statues serving as decoration. As soon as they took a couple of steps, Wakuri addressed a man attending the desk where, normally, people would come to make reservations.

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"Announce that the UA students have arrived" This one turned around "Very well, now if you are very kind, hand over your suitcases to my colleagues" This one pointed with his hand, to a door in a corner of the room, at that moment a group of workers came out of it "These will be in charge of taking them to their rooms, you will have an entire floor to choose from so you can change to the one you like best. Let's continue"

>This one started walking down the hallway

"The hotel is 430 meters high, has 100 floors and approximately 800 rooms and several restaurants, a gym and other leisure facilities, the floor where you will be staying exclusively features luxury suites, which include a living room, kitchen, 2 bathrooms and more"

>They continued down the hallway for a relatively long distance, until they literally reached the back of the hotel. There a couple of automatic doors opened again and gave them a glimpse of the outside

"Take a good look, this is the pool"

>The pool, as one would imagine, also had crystal clear water, possessing the dimensions of perhaps 3 or 4 Olympic swimming pools, it easily exceeded 150 meters in length and reached 100 in width. It had a small gazebo in one corner and was surrounded by dozens of chairs for people to recline and sunbathe

"The pool has different depth levels for all types of activities, it is open from 8 am to 10 pm"

>He turned around and returned to the hallway

"Now, accompany me to the elevator"

>...
>The elevator was surprisingly spacious, everyone could fit without being cramped, even taking into account Hirohito's replicas
>The doors closed and the elevator began to ascend, and it quickly stopped, and the doors opened again

"This is the first floor, the bar, in case the adults are interested..."

"See you in two days" Without any expectation, Professor Murata left the elevator

>A drop of sweat began to run down Wakuri's forehead, Japako, who could do little to stop him or change his mind, brought her hand to her face. The tour continued
>...
>The rest of the hotel tour didn't have many notable things, restaurants, saunas, gyms, massage parlors, etc., common things one would expect in a luxury hotel, the last stop was the floor where they would be staying, the 98th floor

"One question, what's on the last two floors?"

"Oh, those?" The elevator door opened and Wakuri got out "Those two are special floors, they are not available to the public"

"Why?"

"Those floors are where the orphans stay" He cleared his throat "Well, this is our last stop"

>In front of you was a large hallway, with a velvet carpet, and wallpapered walls

"There are notes indicating each person's room, you can change places if you wish. Inside each room you will find a small tourist guide for the rest of the place, enjoy your stay"

>He returned to the elevator and left

"Alright, everyone go to your rooms and unpack your things, when you're done we'll decide on groups and all that" Japako gave one last instruction, and went to find the room she got
>>21553







>"The idea doesn't sound too bad"

>Murata joined the conversation about the idea of grouping the students into small groups

"That's exactly what I was thinking, we should discuss it properly when we're at the hotel and..."

>"And that way, if they get lost, well, we get rid of two annoyances with one stone"

"..." The Gorgon's face went from moderately happy to irritated "Your jokes are never funny, with that attitude you'll never get your license back" It wasn't the first time, nor surely the last, that the snake professor was not happy with her colleague's attitude

>She sighed and decided to continue the conversation

"Speaking of which, I think it's a good idea, that way they'll have the freedom to have fun and go wherever they want, without feeling tied down to the rest or getting bored"

>She clasped her hands and did a few little jumps of joy while the snakes on her head moved like spaghetti, also showing happy expressions

"Ayyy, how exciting" The professor was still a very young woman, and sometimes even childish, seeing her get excited like that wasn't strange

"We have to go down, we can't stay here all day"

>>21117
>Amelia
Her companion flatly denies that the professor sees her as a tough warrior with a strong personality.

<Me? Tough? No way!

(Well, tell that to the professor...)

<I'm like a cupcake... Soft, warm, full of sweetness.

(At least you think highly of yourself...)

<Maybe I have to put on a brave face sometimes to maintain order, but it's all for the good of the group.

(I don't mind... but this class seems like a lost cause.)

The woman with the mole crouches down to be at eye level with the blonde's face... which secretly bothered Amelia a little.

(Yeah, yeah, I'm short... and I hate it. Are you making fun of me?)

(...)

(Ugh, I'll start wearing heels...)

Despite the annoyance caused by her short stature and being in a situation of comparison that made her look even worse, the aspirant showed nothing, continuing the conversation normally.

<You're not an easy girl

(Not easy, nor a girl...)

<You're an obedient girl, and that makes you wonderful.

(Well, that makes me want to be disobedient... maybe I'll cause some mischief later...)

<If the professor belittles you for being good, we just have to go complain, put her in perspective, right?

"That would be fun, but no... I don't think she sees it as belittling me... Don't make a big deal out of it." -she replied. She even thought about thanking her for her concern... But in the end, she just didn't-

The lamb of God places her hand on the little one's face, who shudders at the physical contact despite not changing her expression in any way.

(I think this makes me a little uncomfortable...)

"...I'm not used to physical contact..." -she warned in response to her companion's action-

<Let me know and I'll accompany you.

(Hm... I know I said not to make a big deal out of it, but... someday, maybe. It's always nice to annoy the professor.)

<You're a welcome difference in a class plagued by derailed trains.

"Yes, you too." -she shows that the affinity was mutual- "You're like a rose in a field entirely made of grass... you stand out quite a bit among so much weeds..." -that wasn't meant romantically, but it was easy to misinterpret-

<Sometimes I wonder why, with some being the way they are, the Lord granted them such gifts.

(Because we are born to suffer...)

"I guess it's true that your god works in mysterious ways..."

The caresses finally stop, Amelia sighs... she is free from that strange position... but the adventure continues, as Claire still guides the young student through the large ship...

<Nonsense, money is the least of it. Buying a rooster just for you would fill me with deep joy.

(No way...)

"With that money, you could feed a needy person... better do that..."

(What the hell would I do with a rooster...?)

Subsequently, Amelia reveals her stance on love: she would never get involved romantically with anyone... something that surprises the lady with the mole.

<A vow of chastity is a commendable promise...

(I don't do it out of faith or religious reasons... but yes, I guess...)

<But rejecting love, that's going to extremes, ray of sunshine.

(It is... yes, but I've already decided, I guess...)

"It's simply my decision... I've renounced love before experiencing it."

Amelia was good at avoiding relationships... she had never spent enough time with anyone to start falling in love... nor did she have any interest in doing so.
<But don't worry, one day, you'll meet someone who will awaken feelings within you that you didn't know you could have

(I hope that doesn't happen...)

<That will be the person you marry, and you'll accompany each other for the rest of your days

"Don't put that curse on me." - she replies jokingly... but you can't tell because neither her face nor her tone of voice changes -

(Anyway... if I were to get married, death would separate us pretty quickly... I don't have much hope of living long with my gift.)

The beach becomes the topic of conversation... with the duo putting their opinions on the table... and although they are as opposite as poles, it doesn't stop the taller girl from suggesting they go together...

Amelia wasn't excited about the idea... so it all came down to one thing: would Claire force her...? Yes, that was to be expected.

sigh - the blonde simply accepts -

(I could have found something to do myself...)

(I shouldn't let others make my decisions anymore...)

--

Later, they are fed food by mouth... with a typical childish phrase beforehand.

<Here, say Aaaaah~

"No." - she flatly refuses to do that -

Amelia enjoys the small taste of the dish, which her companion also tries with the same spoon afterward.

(Ugh... I can't use the same utensils as someone else without washing them first... it's horrible.)

With a nod of her head, the girl confirms Amelia's assessment... the dish tasted good, there was no longer any doubt.

(Alright... time to eat, I guess.)

<I'll serve. You set the table

(mental sigh)

"Okay..."

(The good thing about being a hero is that at least I won't have a boss or anything like that...)

Despite not being the most helpful, Amelia gets to work, tablecloth, plates, glasses, and napkins. In a moment, everything was on the table, ready to receive the diners.

The pair sits down, serves themselves food and drink, orange juice... Amelia looks at this... she liked fruits and orange juice was indeed one of her favorites.

(Hm... good accompaniment...)

The blonde makes eye contact with Claire... And she imposes one last condition before starting to taste their dishes.

<Let's pray

(Seriously...?)

The woman was serious. She clasps her hands and closes her eyes... eliciting a sigh from the blonde who, reluctantly, imitates her companion.

(I don't want to do this...)

<Lord, we praise and bless you for this journey

(I didn't ask for this journey...)

<Thank you, Lord, for life and sustenance

(...I wish Abigail were here...)

Claire's speech continues until amen... where Amelia complements it with her own words... mentally.

(Enjoy the food... contemplate the food placed on your plate without worrying about the time that has passed for once. Praise the dish, the fruit of the effort that rests steaming on these white tablecloths, praise the bread from the bottom of your heart, for it does not reach the home of all young people... the world cries out for food... so much pain is in its mouth. Now you see it die every day... now is your time to eat.)

Amelia opens her eyes... noticing that her companion's were still closed... So, trying to end that phase, she speaks.

"itadakimasu."

Claire opens one eye and continues to look at Amelia for a while despite this... causing an awkward silence to take over the room for a moment.

(mental sigh)

"Amen."

<Let's eat

(And hallelujah...)

>>21563
>Amelia
The group's questions begin to be answered.

<Yes, there is a bar, I don't think I need to clarify that it's only for those of legal drinking age.

"Hey, you... that shapeshifting trash." -Amelia points at Chieko- "You might recognize her because her attitude is disgusting... But I recommend asking for IDs to enter the bar."

(Aje aje aje...)

Amelia laughs internally, perhaps having prevented a classmate from drinking as she surely wished.

<you'll surely find some good food stalls scattered around the island

(Why would we eat there if everything at the hotel is free?)

Someone gets out of someone's luggage... people Amelia doesn't care about at all.

<A stowaway?

"Yes." -she tried to cause trouble for that girl-

<Oh, n-no no, nothing to worry about

(Shut up...)

<We'll discuss groups and all that when we get to the hotel

(...damn it... groups...)

<you'll have an entire floor to yourselves, I doubt space will be a problem.

(I just don't want to be with a disgusting group...)

<as long as you don't get into trouble, although speaking of a class belonging to the most prestigious school in the country, I doubt it will be a problem, right?

"Aje..." -she lets out her strange laugh under her breath- "You're mistaken..." -she informs- "I'm not afraid to say this is the worst class in the entire school..." -As always, blunt... she really didn't have any affection for her class-

<Are you planning something, young man?"

"Y-"

<No, he's not planning anything...

Amelia is interrupted... But she repeats.

"Yes, keep an eye on that idiot. He's one of the delinquents in the class." -that sentence made the group look bad again...-

Then it was her turn to ask... was she mocking the group?

<It was a joke, and no, I'm not mocking you.

"I don't really care... I don't have a sense of belonging for the mockery of this class to affect me. I just wanted to make sure."

<The tour will be short, don't worry

Amelia didn't respond.

(Good.)

<Where they also have television and internet

"What a stupid question, vampire..."

The questionnaire ended... And the time to move was announced. Amelia didn't add anything, she simply followed the group... She already wanted to drop her suitcase.

--

With a short walk, they left the pier... passed by the horrible beach and, with the misfortune of not being run over by anyone due to the quiet street, they finally reached the large, unnamed hotel...

Past a parking lot, they would finally be in front of the doors... whose opening was accompanied by some words from the guide with the intention of having a better presentation for the hotel's grand courtyard...

(I hope no one says wow at this...)

She thought despite the beautiful artwork right in front of her eyes.

Without speaking, the guide and Amelia advanced and finally reached the real doors... thus finally entering the marvelous hotel "hotel"

Amelia's gaze swept over the place... luxurious. Quite... that was the word with which she and surely anyone could describe the place with just a glance.
(Who makes these places so expensive? Do they have the gift of creating gold or something...?)

>>21573
Wakuri speaks to a group of people about the class's arrival, several men emerge from a corner and ask for the luggage... Amelia extends hers, but first, she speaks.

"Don't you dare check what's inside..."

She takes off her backpack and hands it to the man.

"Take that too... goodbye."

Amelia lets out a sigh of relief... she already felt a weight lifted... she liked being lighter again.

Wakuri begins to walk and the group follows... it was time for the tour of the facilities.

<The hotel...

(There's a lot... I wonder what selection of books they'll have...)

<the floor where you will be staying exclusively features luxury suites

(I'm not used to that... I don't know what I'll do in a luxury suite.)

With an annoying and long walk, the group ended up outside... where there was an extremely large pool, capable of making the dwarf Amelia look like a tadpole if she were to go swimming...

(This is an exaggeration... there shouldn't be any part of that pool where I can go in and touch the bottom...)

<The pool has different depth levels for all kinds of activities

(In my case, only for diving, I suppose.)

The man turned around and once again everyone entered the hotel, reaching the elevator... one again enormous, with space and strength to carry everyone inside it.

(What are the cables of this elevator made of...? That it can support the professor is surprising...) kek

The elevator goes up and opens very quickly... that was strange.

(...So fast?)

<This is the first floor, the bar

(Ok...)

<See you in two days

"What?"

The professor left as if nothing had happened... And the girl, like her professor, brought her hand to her face... that was too much.

(Ugh...)

"How does he still practice his profession...?" -she mutters, losing more of her scarce hopes in her class-

They were shown every damn room from floor 1 to 98, Amelia was already getting tired of standing and complaining... she was already annoyed. She just wanted to finish the tour once and for all.

Finally, the doors of the 98th floor open... the place where the class would spend their time.

<A question, what's on the last two floors?

"..." -Amelia, somewhat interested, looks at the man-

<Those two are special floors, they are not available to the public

(Well, maybe I'll go there then.)

"Why?" -she also asked-

<In those floors is where the orphans stay

"They have two floors...?"

(We should have two too... being further away from some idiots would please me more.)

<Well, this is our last stop

(It's about time...)

<There are notes indicating each person's room

(Individual...? Lucky...)

The man left, Japako spoke for the last time and with her instructions, to which Amelia added nothing... the girl headed to her room once and for all... complaining in her head.

(Damn it. Stupid groups... This is Claire's fault...)

>>22141
>Claire
"Physical contact, friendly, warm, puritanical, but above all puritanical, is always good" She says and that's the reason she hugs Amelia so much and doesn't mind things like sharing the same spoon. But there's an undertone of condescension in that kindness, because as with Aliz, Claire sees Amelia as a little girl who needs to be guided, protected, and ordered around. Hence, Amelia shouldn't be surprised if Claire one day sends her to buy bread, or sends her to bed before 9 PM, although she's not missing much because the lady sends everyone else to bed before 10 PM. Claire is like a premature mother. "A rose in a field entirely made of grass... Yes, that sounds appropriate"

Anything out of context that could have been easily misinterpreted in that sentence, Claire doesn't find it.

"My family already has a whole foundation dedicated to that (Feeding the needy), but never one that gives away roosters to wake up earlier. Maybe we should create one? We could call it the Amelia Foundation, right? In your honor since you gave me the idea" The most terrifying thing about Claire's smile now is that she says it completely seriously. And in the future people will ask, Amelia? The heroine? And another will answer, No! That's the rooster foundation.

Regarding love, Claire doesn't worry about Amelia, she's 100% sure God will find her a special person who will make her abandon those silly ideas of unholy perpetual solitude. She can even imagine one of those wedding portraits, with the bride (Amelia) sitting in a wicker chair, and the husband (she imagines Gaspar) with fair skin, holding her hand. How romantic.
>>21563
>Claire
"No, no, no, the bar is strictly forbidden for all students" She hastens to say as soon as she hears of that loophole of disorder that is legality for drinking. She knows the class is full of rascals capable of bypassing that rule with technicalities and that a firm hand is needed to keep everyone in line. "In fact, I advise immediately approving the warning that any student found inside the bar, or ordering liquor with room service, will be immediately punished and locked in their room for the remainder of the trip, during which they will only be fed bread and water so that, with an austere diet, they may purge their demons"

She raises her hand and looks at her classmates.

"Who is with me? Any objections, delegate? I will interpret everyone's silence as a tacit and total approval"

A while later, in front of an island host, Claire displays her most racist side but without abandoning her politeness. The teacher notices, but the man is the least offended.

"Television and the internet are the opium of the masses... But I understand that you see them as a symbol of progress after so long accustomed to the tribal. I am happy for you"

She truly hopes they will become a 100% civilized society and abandon their savage customs, like idolizing false deities such as Tomoko, or the other pagan creature whose name she doesn't remember, the natatory whore of the fountain.

Moments later, at the hotel called hotel, Claire takes advantage of the tour being calm to ask Japako something.

"Can you leave Amelia in my care? I really need an assistant, and she is the most capable for the job. Aliz is here, but the delegate lady isn't very committed to the task... In any case, Amelia has already agreed to stay with me, but I still want you to be aware, because regardless of what you think of your authority, she is still the teacher and madam of the class. Here" She hands her a towel that smells of vanilla and femininity. "It's mine, but I'm giving it to you. If you have another accident, use it to clean the mouths of your snakes. It's extra-absorbent"

>>21084
Gaspar would continue to bother him for a few moments until he finally seemed to have had enough, sometimes he doesn't know when to stop... That's the reason that led him here above all others, although he's already learning not to go too far too fast or things get out of control.

—Sorry, sorry... I know it bothers you... I won't do it anymore, it's a lie. Ah, but what I said about you being a good person even though you try to make it seem otherwise, I meant it, and I'll say it again. You're a good person Chi-chan.

He gives her a thumbs up. If she's had enough of him for the day, he'll leave, but not before asking for something else, as he might need help with something important, so he tries to ask her.

—By the way, since you're the one with the best Quirk, you're good at studying, right? Because of changing your body... Do you have any secrets for me?

Don't get me wrong, I'm good, more or less, but I can always be better... I have more trouble maintaining than reaching a score... So yeah, if I haven't annoyed you yet, I just want to know...

He scratches the back of his neck as he says it, he's a bit embarrassed, but it's not that big of a deal, is it? For him, asking for help is very difficult, normally he's the one who helps. He usually masks the few times he does in casual conversations or invitations...
>>21246
She crosses her arms and looks at the sky when he asks her why she's asking, and yes, she's curious, it's almost the first time she's asked to train on her own with someone, at least outside of the actual training sessions where she would choose and harass Gapoo's way of helping her improve her ability.

—Let's just say... Let's just say I want to impress someone. I can do things well... Better, I mean, this time... But I don't have as much time as I'd like for that...

But of course, I have priorities, these big eyes must witness everyone in a swimsuit... There's one already... But yeah... If you're in the mood, you can tell me and we'll see what comes out...
Points to the teacher with his hands like a camera frame, she looks pretty good for her age, though he's not really into older women, but an eye-catcher is an eye-catcher that shouldn't be wasted...

"I know about angles... But I get really stuck and barely think outside the box. I've seen you in training, you finish very quickly and attack few places, as if you knew how to take anyone down...

And I thought, 'Shit, if I face him I'm screwed,' but also, 'Shit, and how do you counter that?' and here I am, so... Well, maybe you'll face someone who causes earthquakes in the future... It would be useful for you, right?

Quirks aren't the same, but more than one can do almost the same thing, generating fire or destruction in their path is something that's found very frequently, like saying if you face one you've faced them all... It's not true, but he thinks so.

"They've always told me I'm only good for destroying, nice words to say I'm useless... And I want to prove one day that they can trust me again, I'll only achieve that by training.

He accepts it, he knows he screwed up on levels never seen before by anyone in his micro-family, from that moment on he learned that his actions have consequences, which can be minor like everything up to that point in his life, or life-determining.

"Think about it, and if you need an umbrella, maybe they sell one at the gift shop, so we can both fight with everything... Because I'm falling behind...

If someone else had his quirk, they'd be the best in the class in less time than it takes Amelia to kill herself or make others kill themselves, but he has it, in a way he wants to make his habilitated feel comfortable.

...

Then he hears himself compared to a monkey, first he's indignant, then he thinks about it and realizes there are many great monkeys out there, but aren't humans supposed to be monkeys anyway? Or so he heard in biology class.
—A monkey? You kidding me? You're kidding me, right?! But look, they are awesome! If I'm one, at least I'll choose to be a gorilla, the strongest of them all... Though my favorite was the Komodo dragon... He's my second choice.

A completely insignificant opinion for a completely insignificant conversation. After that, you can see they're already being called to get off the yacht and head straight to the hotel, so I ask you to let them know so they don't get left behind because of you.
>>21553
>>21563
>>21573

After saying goodbye to their companions and finally being able to get off the boat, he simply follows Feng's example by getting off without paying much attention to the others or Claire's delusions, assuming everyone else does the same with more or less order... He sees the hotel and sure, he's excited, but he's held back by the thought that he must not and cannot break anything; the last thing he wants is to cause trouble for his brother, let alone his uncle, with something like that.

—Hey... How good is the security here? I mean... Just in case. I don't want to find some suspicious person inside or outside the hotel in the middle of the night.

He asks almost out of instinct; the thought just popped into his head with everything about that training promise. If villains show up for the first time, they'd be doomed, since most of them have support quirks rather than direct damage ones... So...

—Prof... What about a formation of three by three? Something with strength, something with intelligence, and something with support? From what I've seen, the most aggressive ones in style are... Feng, Chiako, Iwamaru, Hirohito, Malakai, and Kyla.

Then for support, there's Claire, Amelia, Kay, Thierry, Aliz, and Seiken... So, four groups of three...

He suggests it since too much brute force would destroy the hotel, and too much support would leave little defense in all other areas... He leaves it up to them to decide, though he might already have the groups in mind... Anyway, it's just a suggestion while everyone heads to the hotel and prepares for whatever they need to do now.

—It doesn't have to be permanent, but having three always in a group seems safe... That way you decide where you want to go... By the way, where are we going?

He has a few plans floating around, but he should always follow the group since it's not like he can just break off and go his own way—he needs to behave, doesn't want a single complaint on record.

>>22207
>>21588
Gapoo raises his hand to decline, like many others probably already did, but they're ghosts regarding the idea of punishing someone for drinking alcohol or asking for it—just a simple warning was enough... Anyway, he approaches his teacher.

—The teacher is perfect just the way she is... But please don't get angry too often and have patience with my homie Hirohito. In a way, he's the one keeping morale up here, even if he can't control himself.

I already covered the hole he made with poison with a carpet—no one will notice!

He gives her a thumbs up while winking his eye so she won't worry about it, though he did more than that by first placing wood, or the first platform he could find, over it before covering it, so nobody gets hurt by not seeing the hole.

—OBJECTION! Can you imagine having another Claire in class? You're beautiful, smart, and valid, Claire, don't kill me... But if there were two of you, the class would explode, and not even a thousand Hirohitos could fix it... I volunteer to take care of her too!

Besides, she already told me we'd play video games once she gets over her travel fatigue... Which must be huge, right now she's in her room.

He completes the shape of tic-tac-toe, at least that's how he sees it, just in case, and because Amelia might end up committing suicide faster being close to the Jehovah's Witness every day than being far away... She'll need a break and a dose of common sense, especially common sense.

>Aliz

>>21125
<“No exaggerated, it happened, it's in the Bible”

“The Bible exaggerates”

(Assuming it's real)

I say with a playful tone as if I were teasing her, I wasn't serious but after I went to the trouble of listening to her, she was going to have to put up with some "teasing."

----

<“I won't lie, it would be easier for me to do what I do if I had your position... But it's not the right thing to do, our classmates chose you, you even got my vote.”

(Why could that be?)

“Fine, if you make a REASONABLE proposal, I'll support it.”

I say with a smile, finishing and ending the conversation.
>>21563
>>21573

Wakuri mentioned that since we were from U.A., she doubted we would cause trouble. Japako was already getting nervous about this, or at least it seemed so, so I called her attention a bit and said in a low voice

“~Keep an eye on Hirohito, I don't think anyone besides him could cause much trouble~”

The other answers to our questions didn't really matter. Upon receiving the rose, I tried to transform it into another flower or change its color, to see if my quirk could interact with Wakuri's roses.

Presentations finished, we are taken to the hotel. Our suitcases are taken by hotel workers and immediately taken to our rooms as we continue the tour.

The building was excessively huge, it must be a pain to clean it from top to bottom. Behind the building, there was a pool with dimensions similar to the skyscraper that was the hotel. I understood that since there would be many people, and surely wealthy ones, to stay for a while, but even so, something of such dimensions was crazy.

Sometimes I wondered why this was, yes, she was rich and therefore could afford these luxuries, but they were not necessary at all. I hoped this island would be successful because if not, whoever spent all the money to build all this would look like a fool. At least the island would remain as a base for public security services.

We go to the elevator, and when it stops on the first floor, a bar is visible. The professor immediately leaves us. Continuing with the other floors, it was "normal" in a luxury hotel. When it stops on the 98th floor, it is said that the floors above have orphans, floors to which access is not allowed.

(Understandable…)

I simply go to my room to change my clothes. The school uniform was comfortable, but I put on a more "summery" outfit without it being a swimsuit.

----
>>22207

Claire strongly prohibits the bar for all students. I really had no reason to complain. If I did, it would only be to contradict Claire, but punishing them by keeping them in their rooms for the rest of the trip...? It's really not much of a punishment either, they have television and internet, they can survive.

<“Anything to object to, delegate?”

“Nothing, I find the proposal understandable and reasonable, not the punishment of leaving them in their rooms and feeding them only bread and water for a first offense. If they break the rules a second time, we will do what Claire said.”

Basically, I was seconding Claire.
>>22229
To Claire's proposal of having Amelia, Gapoo protests, saying something not very comforting, for me or I think for anyone in the class.

<"I PROTEST! Can you imagine having another Claire in the classroom? You are beautiful, smart, and capable, Claire, don't kill me... But if there are two, and the class is going to explode, not even a thousand Hirohitos could fix it... I volunteer to take care of her too!"

"I'll go with you"

I said calmly, joining the conversation.

"Why not groups of 4? It's fine if there are just groups of two people, a group of 3 or 4 won't hurt."

(A religious fanatic, a depressed girl, an "ex-convict," and an animal lover... I wonder, what could go wrong?)

how elegant the role looks in English

>>22142
>...
https://youtu.be/RmS8UBXnN9k▾>After the whole tour of the hotel, they stop on the floor where they would be staying
>Without adding anything to the teacher's instructions, you go straight to yours. You opened the hallway door, and a...pleasant panorama greeted you
>The first thing you see is a living room/kitchen, with a sofa, flat-screen TV, a table and several chairs to sit at, and all the necessary appliances for cooking, the aroma was remarkable, it smelled like...cinnamon. And it had its own balcony to see the sea
>On the other side of the room, opposite the entrance, on the north side, you could see an open door, it was the bathroom. Wooden floor, with a wall dividing the bathtub from the sink, and having its own space for the toilet
On the other end, on the west side, there were two doors, taking a look, you see they are the bedrooms, simple double beds accompanied by small nightstands, and one or another decoration, nothing too exaggerated. In the first bedroom, your suitcase rested at the foot of the bed
>Both on top of the sofa and on the beds, there was the tourist guide mentioned by Wakuri, these were already open so it was impossible not to see them
>It was a brochure, composed of a large satellite photo of the island, its content was very intuitive, among obvious things like "diving classes", "Jungle tour", and more boring tourist attractions, something that surprisingly managed to grab your attention stood out
>That was a small "merchant district", a small avenue with multiple shops, among them, a gift shop, perfect for getting a souvenir like you wanted
>Would you go for that now or would you prefer to do something else first?
>...
>>22229
>...
>Once on the way to the hotel, a doubt assails you, such an expensive and luxurious place, would it be safe enough? They would be UA students, they would have been trained and even gone on patrol a few times, but they were still students and you never knew when a villain might attack, and it wasn't like their teachers were reliable in combat...
"You shouldn't worry about that," Wakuri heard you and interrupted, "The island's security is top-notch, on par with UA, I'd say. And to top it off, some pro heroes are invited for the hotel's inauguration. I hope that's enough."

"You heard him, Gaspar-kun, no need to worry so much. We came here to relax, after all," Japako replied to you.

>>22207
> "In fact, I advise immediately approving the warning that any student found inside the bar, or ordering liquor with room service, be immediately punished and confined to their room for the remainder of the trip, during which time they will only be fed bread and water so that, with an austere diet, they may purge their demons."

"That kind of punishment seems a bit... excessive," Japako responded. "If they break the rules, we'll deal with it when we get back to UA.... oohhh" It seems she had an idea, a mischievous expression forming on her face was proof of it. "I heard that at the beginning of the year, Professor Kratos gave a pretty harsh punishment to Simon, one of his students, maybe I could ask him to take care of it."

>...
> While touring the hotel, you ask the professor another question about forming groups. When you mention the idea of accompanying Claire, you see the gorgon's eyes fill with joy, and she nods her head enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, yes. In fact, I was going to ask you to accompany her, she could really use some positive company like yours... huh?" She makes a confused expression when you hand her the towel, then becomes embarrassed. "I-I don't think I can absorb acid, b-but thank you anyway."

> But then >>22229 Gapoo joins the conversation, also offering to be Amelia's partner.

"W-well, since you both want to be with her, why don't you ask her what she wants? Maybe you can all go together without any problems, don't you think?" Poor Amelia, they won't leave her alone kek

> But without delay >>22473 Aliz also ends up joining the group.

"You too, Aliz? Well, I'm not surprised coming from you, so... why don't you decide amongst yourselves? What do you think of that idea?"

>>19426
>>1536
>Seiken
<What could go wrong
-in Hirohito's proposal I saw a way to bring a little poetic justice to all those scammers hiding under the name of bankers and lenders.

The new enigma of the acclimated clone shook up the scene, forcing Seiken to break away from his embrace and sketch in the notebook in his hand. It took him no dedication or time, he barely drew a few lines and wrote a few sentences. When he finished, he turned the notebook halfway around, revealing to the clones a doodle of a stick figure with a straw hat and a 99/99 on its chest, and a few words to the side.

"I can see and slightly modify the luck percentage. What, what is the luck percentage? I don't even know that myself. The only clear thing is that for every attack action, a luck percentage appears in living beings, and unless you are very strong, practically at the level of a professional hero, it is very likely that a low percentage will affect you in hilariously disastrous ways." He pointed with his pen to the left arm of the doodle, where other words were gathered. "And listen up, I said I would help you, not that I would do it for free... I want something in return..."

The tip of the pen traced down to the feet where all traces of text culminated.

"I share your hatred for dirty usurers, that's why I'll help you in whatever position you want, I just need a little something in return: ...." Segmented by a period, a request followed that none of those present managed to read. Both the fourth clone looking from under her skirt and the appearance of Professor >>19668 interrupted the negotiations. The mute girl stepped back, bringing one of her hands to her crotch to cover her shame, and with the other, she clutched her booklet against her chest, wanting to hide Hirohito's plan from the professor's multiple eyes.
>>23050
Neither Japako, nor Wakari to a lesser extent, mattered now that that island of dreams was reflected in the childish black tips of her eyes. The insistence on her mother's initial refusal to attend the school trip carried furtive intentions with it, a link that she shared with no one but herself. What Seiken truly had her eyes on was the opportunity to access the facilities of the Japanese security headquarters live, present, and direct.

Most of her classmates were excited about the well-known agencies of the most recognized heroes. Targeting that demographic is not a mistake by any means; the pros outweigh the cons, which would logically seduce the purple-haired girl if it weren't for the fact that the Security Commission is everything an agency will never be. What the average citizen dismisses as conspiracy theories in those forums that recount assassinations commanded by headquarters, Seiken savors as the purest justice. Not to mention that a career in headquarters opens doors to politics and consequently to the final phase of her plan where she will exterminate evil worldwide. No other option stands as a rival to her interests for the Security Commission.

This same interest pushes her to step by step out of the line of sight of her Sensei and her little gorgons, knowing that the snakes in her hair react to Japako's own emotions gives a certain degree of certainty regarding their function as extra eyes. Once she detached herself from the attention of the rest and blended into the tide of tourists, she would head for the main building of the Security Commission.

Normally, Seiken didn't have high expectations regarding anything. Only this motivated her to pursue her dream to the fullest, hoping that her belief in being the strongest in terms of Quirks in her class not even close kek would earn her an opportunity at the Commission.

>>22144
>Amelia
"But I still don't like it..."

Respond, no physical contact, not even puritanical, makes the blonde feel comfortable.

Later, on the way to the kitchen, they suggest changing her alarm clock for a rooster... an idea Amelia doesn't agree with.

<My family already has a whole foundation dedicated to that, but never one that gives away roosters

(I'm not surprised...)

<Maybe we should create it?

"No." -she replies, with all the seriousness that an expressionless face and a voice lacking emotion can bring-

<We could call it the Amelia Foundation, couldn't we? In your honor since you gave me the idea

"No." -she repeats, the hypothetical foundation bearing her name only made the idea worse in the aspirant's eyes-

>>23050
Having finally finished the very long journey, Amelia goes straight to her room... finding inside a quite spacious living room, it smelled good and was presented in the best way... it seemed like a great place for a meeting... something useless for Amelia, as she doesn't enjoy social events much.

Her gaze stopped at the balcony that overlooked the sea... so high and so easily accessible... it was the quickest door to the end she had ever seen in her life...

The girl walked until she placed her fingers on the glass separating her from the outside... admiring the beautiful view that being on that floor offered her.

(From here... I could admire the scenery before I leave...)

(They left me unsupervised... they're asking for it...)

On the glass, which reflected the figures next to it a little, Amelia could see herself for a moment... encountering the sad face she had formed herself...

"Abby..."

The girl finished placing her hand on the glass, as if connecting it with her sister...

(...)

Sliding her hand down the glass, she lowered it... separating it from the glass and turning around, finally refusing to try something like that for the second time that day.

(I have things to do...)

From where she was, she saw that the bathroom door was open... she approached and took a quick look...

(It's a bathroom... but a millionaire's...)

She closed the door and saw the pair of doors, to which she headed... finally finding the room, which she entered, closing the door behind her... There were her suitcase... and her backpack, waiting for her.

"Finally..."

The first thing she did in private... was undress, freeing herself from the heavy uniform before going to her suitcase...

Seconds later, she was already in her favorite outfit: an old-fashioned blouse, a red skirt, and long red and white striped stockings, the set of all the pics kek

With that, she opened her backpack, taking out an old plush bunny... and finally approached the bed to throw herself on it... stopping because there was a brochure there.

The blonde picks it up with one hand and then finally throws herself on the bed to rest a bit while reading it, accompanied by her bunny who had arrived on the island as a stowaway.

(Diving classes... I was joking...)

(Jungle? What?)

Her eyes scanned every part of the brochure... until they landed on something that even for her was interesting, the place where she could find what she was looking for and complete her mission: the merchant district.

sigh

(I found what I was looking for...)

Amelia gets off the bed, puts on her shoes once more... and now in her dress, she leaves her room.

(I wanted to sleep... but getting this off my plate now is the best... maybe later I won't be able to...)

The young woman heads to her teacher's room, entering without asking permission and closing the door behind her again.

"Teacher." -she spoke-

The student walked around the area, looking for the woman she was going to force to participate in her activity
Damn, Amelia is so shitty that three of her classmates want to spend time with her kek

>>22167
>Feng

... His companion's words resonated with feelings that used to be part of his daily life in earlier times, the feeling of emotional dependence on a paternal figure in his life was familiar to him, implying that's what Gaspar was talking about, desires to feel loved and needed. Although knowing Gaspar, there's a possibility he's actually talking about a girl, so advising him was off the table for now.

-... I don't understand... Shouldn't the more developed and older ones be more attractive? --He responded from logic, as one might expect, he wasn't that into those things, he had been to brothels before at an unrecommended age-- ... Now that I think about it, most of the girls in our class aren't as developed as those in other classes...

... He feels somewhat ashamed and ridiculous for talking about that, he might even be capable of killing himself if old acquaintances heard him say something so compromising.

>I've seen you in training, you finish very quickly and attack few places, as if you knew how to take anyone down...

-Maybe it seems that way. The Singularity I possess allows me to ignore the enemy's durability after all, I can access tendons and vital points easily... But it's really not because it's easy for me. --The truth is it was much more complicated than how he explained it, not damaging vital organs was a titanic task when you can accidentally reduce people to a pile of meat scraps, precision was necessary for it--... Perhaps it's not the most effective type of training you might desire, I won't be able to fight the way I'm used to and you'll be limited in terms of your destructive power... But since you insist, I guess we have enough free time.

Perhaps he should have asked the butler if there was a Blacksmith on the Island to craft his own custom Weapon, but it would probably be a waste of time seeing as they'll only be here for a few days, so he's not adding that to his vacation schedule.

>And I want to prove one day that they can trust me again, I'll only achieve it by training

His gaze remains as monotonous and cold as ever, although he can sympathize with that feeling, he doesn't feel comfortable digging into others' problems, he had assumed that's something friends don't do.

-Is it really important if you only serve to destroy?... Destroying to Save is a concept as old as Heroes themselves... You are strong, and you have become even stronger since you started. That strength makes you objectively good material to be a Hero.

If he hasn't earned the trust of whoever he wants to impress yet, then he probably won't receive it even if he becomes a Professional, he's been through that already...

>...

The conversation about animals was still ongoing, and he had conflicting feelings about it.

-... Yes... They're fine, I guess... --He responded with a raspy, soft voice, somewhat uncomfortable talking about this-- But if I'm not mistaken, Gorillas are very territorial and proud... I was thinking more of a Pocket Monkey...
A biting, malicious smile spreads across his face upon hearing Japako threaten her classmate. He liked seeing the sensei assert herself, even though she was usually passive most of the time. That way, he wouldn't have to deal with troublesome classmates himself—his own methods for handling such conflicts weren't considered heroic in the slightest, and would jeopardize his image as a completely ordinary, average guy kek.
The sensei ends up melting a hole with her acidic saliva; he narrows his eyes with interest, observing how quickly it dissolves solid matter.

>"D-Do you think it'll be very noticeable?"

<"... Maybe I'm expecting too much from her..."

Considering that when he first met his teacher, the first thing he thought was <<"Is this a Pro Hero?">>—someone who'd be eaten alive in the underworld. He was curious to see what made her a Pro Hero in the first place.

>...

They were still receiving instructions and clauses regarding their stay. It annoyed him to be patronized like this, but he understood that some of his classmates needed things explained to them in crayon on a chalkboard—even if that wouldn't stop them from causing trouble anyway. He continued listening to his sensei's warnings respectfully, indifferent to the information that there was internet in the rooms. And once all questions were answered, he moved forward without saying anything, remaining the same eerie, silent presence in the background as always.
As they advanced, his gaze swept over the area, trying to familiarize himself as much as possible for the duration of his vacation stay. He wasn't impressed by the elegance of the place or the size of the building, but he did feel it was a bit too extravagant for someone like him... and that's because he keeps forgetting that he's now a Hero, or at least, that he's a relatively worthy candidate for one.

>>21573
>>21588
His interest increased at the sight of the pool—it was huge. He'd make a joke about being able to hide a corpse there, if it weren't so transparent that you could probably see it even from the deepest end, not to mention it'd be inappropriate. Then came the rest of the tour. He'd been to massage places before; in fact, he'd given massages to important people during missions that required infiltration, ones that usually ended with someone's heart in his hand—literally—so he wouldn't feel comfortable receiving one from a complete stranger, even if he knew it sounded somewhat paranoid. There was also the bar, which to him was either full of loud, depressing adults or rich, clueless elites, and given his current age, it was unlikely the sensei would let him go there anytime soon. He had accompanied his father to saunas before—more by coincidence than by intent to bring his son to such places—but he didn't have many memories of it; the feeling of hot water was the only familiar thing, along with the relaxing silence. He already had a gym back at his old home, and he didn't see the point in spending his vacation training when he was used to doing it all the time anyway... Apparently, the sauna might be his preferred option to pass the time today, aside from the restaurant of course, though he didn't have any money to pay for it.

>>1574
>>23667
>>21573
>>21588

>"In those floors is where the orphans are housed"

He raised an eyebrow at such a confirmation, taking advantage of the fact that they had an employee to interrogate about the Island.

-What is an orphanage doing in the middle of an Island?... --He asked with his characteristic disinterested face, but he was paying attention to this detail-- Especially... Why does a Vacation Resort like this have one in the first place? What is its history?...

He didn't need an extensive understanding of how orphanages work to know that it wasn't convenient for him to be buried under a huge Vacation Hotel that monopolizes all attention away from it.
After a long introduction, they are finally allowed to unpack in their personal rooms, he wastes no more time and heads to his already selected room...

>...

He empties his suitcase onto his temporary bed, there's only clothes and a book or manga here and there, he avoided bringing knives or other submission objects to the best of his judgment, even if something happened his Quirk worked just as well with just his nails, but he wasn't going to need to do anything drastic this trip, the "security commission" would have to take care of their own problems. Everything will be fine as long as what happens doesn't interrupt his vacation activities.
Since he didn't need to unpack much, he simply went outside in his previous clothes, soda in hand, thinking about the activities he was going to do today...

>>23050

<"Punishment?..."

Thinking of the word punishment, things like his feet being whipped until the skin peeled off come to mind, although he tensed up a bit, it's not like he was against it, somehow they had to discipline their students and toughen them up, it was simply the feeling of not being able to do what he wanted that was bothering him... However, it's not like he was going to cause trouble or break the conditions he was given, no matter what those punishments were. And if he did, he was prepared to face those consequences without complaining in order to keep his chance of becoming a Hero.

<"Hmm, I don't imagine UA resorting to those kinds of correction methods anyway... What will those methods be?"

They had barely started discussing who would be partners with whom, and Gaspar and Aliz decided to accompany the religious fanatic, forming a group of 4 that he now cannot --and much less wants to-- be a part of.

<"Traitors..."

Oh well, he could go with Seiken>>23221 to prevent him from getting into trouble, but that would mean wasting his vacation working, and besides, the latter had completely ignored him before after harassing him in a strange way by licking his cheek, so he doesn't feel like looking out for his physical integrity. He will have to accept his appropriate punishment.
He moves away from the group to investigate the Hotel, in search of the pool they had seen before.

>Kyla successfully manages to open the captain's locker with clean punches, as keys are a Yankee invention to weaken the population, a plan Kyla will of course not fall for. Once she has a clear path to examine whatever is inside the locker, the girl tosses the battered door aside to properly check its contents.

>Kyla's disappointment at seeing the locker without alcohol is almost as great as the guilt that hits her out of nowhere upon seeing all the things the captain had in that place, especially the little bunny found among the shoes. If Kyla were a bit more of a piece of shit than she already is, she would take the bunny without hesitation, she finds it cute. But that's not the case, so she leaves it alone in its place. Of course, she does take the liqueur-filled chocolates.

>>20593
>It is then that, without prior notice, an unexpected stowaway emerges from Kyla's suitcase once she disembarks the yacht with her companions; it was Malakai herself, who had apparently snuck into the girl's luggage for no reason.

What the hell? Well, I guess that explains why we haven't seen you all this… What is that smell?

>She says, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

I guess you can stay with me, I was also thinking of asking Chieko if she wanted to do something with the two of us later. She owes me a favor for putting sunscreen on her back.

>>21084
>She is calmly applying sunscreen to Chieko's back; Chieko can notice as if the girl were rushing, but she wasn't, it was simply the speed at which the young woman was accustomed to doing things.

Uhm? Heh, heh. I'm not motherly at all, Chieko, and you know it; more than once I've gotten you into trouble with my mischief. Haha. I'd still do anything to take care of you and Malakai; thanks to you two, this prison called UA is tolerable. Hey, by the way, want to do something with Malakai and me later?

>>21246
>Hirohito

"How cold are you... 'You are very cold', according to Google Translate kek"

One of the many clones jumps and positions himself beside Feng with a small smile and no intention of bothering him. Walking alongside the Chinese man, they arrive at the kitchen. The replica takes out a piece of cake that was stored there to eat.

Opening one of the many drawers, he takes out a fork and begins to eat.

"Don't you like music?" he asks after swallowing. "Well... You don't seem like someone who enjoys many things."

He comments with some curiosity in his tone, intrigued to know what Feng likes, besides cutting Hirohitos until they are confetti.

"Do you have any hobbies? Besides swinging your sword in front of us."

The conversation is in Chinese, by the way. Obviously, I'm writing it in Spanish because it's a huge pain to translate everything kek In fact, you can assume that every time Hirohito speaks alone with Feng, he does so in Chinese.
>>21553

"In the men's or the women's...?" asks one.

"Can we even all fit in one bathroom?" follows a second.

"Who cares?! He's giving us the opportunity to have a party in the toilet, that can't be done every day, kakaka~"

A third finishes the round of doubts with anything but good intentions. Of course, they were joking, they had limits... But that wouldn't stop them from having fun.

"How much do they pay you, professor?"

One of the many replicas inquires, raising a hand. The rest stare fixedly at the one-eyed man, waiting for the answer.

(...)

Meanwhile, at the prestigious U.A. academy...

A fiery red-haired elf sneezes. Her assistant, standing beside her, raises an eyebrow at the event and asks her worriedly.

"Are you alright, Principal?"

"Yes, I just feel like I'm forgetting something..."

Narrowing her eyes, she lowers her gaze and remains silent for a few seconds until she shakes her head, forgetting about it. Raising her gaze, she looks again at the young man with dyed blonde hair in front of her.

"Anyway... As I was saying, Akira. While I find the school uniform bland, I can't let them wear whatever they want either. Not because I disagree, but because there are many people who would stop me for not wanting to abandon old customs." She places a hand on her chest. "But my dream is to make this place a little more pleasant for everyone... And to be able to witness the famous Zettai ryōiki (Absolute Zone/Absolute Territory) before I retire."

She nods, determined to change the academy's policies. Oda, on the other hand, can only sigh at Nagiri's attitude...
This conversation can be 100% canon if you want it to be
>>21563
>>21573

"Okay, okay... We won't do it again"

They reply in unison to Japako's words, not resisting her grip. Once they no longer feel the professor's threatening aura, the trio sighs at the same time.

Stretching or putting their hands in their pockets, they look at the holes in the ground.

"Well, it's very noticeable..." replies the first one.

"As long as no one falls in it, who cares?" asks a second one.

"Yeah, I saw it, I don't even remember"

The third one finishes by shrugging, downplaying the damage to other people's property.

(...)

Arriving at the hotel, Wakuri begins to answer questions. The replicas and the original listen attentively so as not to miss any details until one of them draws attention.

"Me? No, nothing, why do you ask?"

He replies, raising an eyebrow, acting as if he were completely confused. But, unfortunately for him, Japako had eyes on him, literally, so carrying out his plan to rob a bank wouldn't be easy.

Without raising suspicion, the group of albinos fall silent, waiting for the tour to begin. At least, until Claire does her thing.

"Pfff..."

One of the clones covers his mouth before a laugh escapes. The others imitate the action, although one or two can't hide their laughter very well and start chuckling as quietly as possible.

Only one doesn't find it funny, and rather than finding the action amusing, it sparks his curiosity.

"Is Jesus racist?"

He asks out loud. The rest of the clones turn and look at him without saying anything. A few uncomfortable seconds pass until one deigns to answer.

"Not racist... But he is a fetishist and an alcoholic"

"Jesus was a fetishist?"

"Yeah, something like that," he replies, shaking his head from side to side. "I mean, not many people go around washing the feet of poor people. As for the alcoholism, well... He turned water into wine, when he could have easily turned it into juice. He clearly had a few screws loose."

"Yeah, that makes sense / I can't believe it / What a great savior mine!"

The group of replicas comment amongst themselves about the savior's exploits, forgetting where they were and what they were doing. Luckily, they soon return to the matters at hand when the guide calls their attention and indicates they should follow him to the hotel.

Grabbing their suitcases, they followed behind Wakuri, discussing their daily nonsense and planning what to do once they arrived at the hotel.

>>1577
>>1577
>>24578

(...)

Leaving the dock, they crossed the street and quickly passed through the archway bearing the building's name, entering the hotel. Initially, they were greeted by a small stone path leading to doors that gave a vague glimpse of what awaited them inside.
"Whoaaaaa...."

The group of clones said in unison, amazed, looking in all directions. Some even took the liberty of separating from the rest to explore the garden a bit but didn't stray. Soon they regrouped to enter the hotel as a unit. Thus, they were once again marveled by the marble walls and statues that decorated the place.

"It's pretty"

"More than pretty, I'd say it's way beyond what we can afford"

"I feel poor... Cool"

With a smile, they handed their luggage to the staff and followed the African-American man through the hallways, unable to stay still. The more they heard about all the rooms there were, the more their bodies itched with the desire to run out and explore freely.

However, they managed to maintain their composure. Not because they necessarily wanted to, but rather because they sensed that something bad would happen if they started causing chaos wherever they went.

Putting that aside, the tour veered slightly, and they passed by an Olympic-sized swimming pool.

"Why build a pool when you have the sea a few steps away?"

"Millionaire stuff, man" He shrugged "Besides, with a pool, we can jump from the windows and play diving...."

"That's the spirit! I can't wait!"

The clones were excited and ready to play until their hearts were content. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing since they were a problematic group.

Rubbing their hands like a Jew while planning what to do first. They proceeded to get into the elevator. Which was large enough for the entire group of clones to fit in.

"How convenient...."

"I thought only cargo elevators could hold us all..."

"In fact, considering that thanks to mutations and various quirks that affect the body in this recent era, things like size and weight have varied considerably from person to person and it's difficult to establish a national average, I think it's normal to have the necessary equipment to satisfy any type of client."

"Shut up, idiot. Nobody likes you because of things like this...."

At that moment, the doors opened, revealing the first floor where there was an adult bar. As expected, one of the teachers got off without hesitation to spend the rest of the day there. The group of clones did nothing more than wave goodbye to Murata.

"Bye-Byeeee"

"Have a good time, sensei...."

"Remember to buy a couple of bottles so you don't get left wanting once you have to come supervise us, kakaka~"

One of the clones warned with a hint of malice in his voice. Was he plotting something bad? The answer was yes, but as they say, he who warns is not a traitor.
The doors close again and the tour continues....

(...)

With each new place that was presented, the clones were already devising a plan to assault it at some point when they had the opportunity. Of course, this was difficult since, being a luxury hotel, they had a lot to see and experience. So they were already getting the idea of having to split into groups of two and one of three.

"So...Third and fifth go together"

"Done!/You got it, bro"

"First and fourth in another..."

"Fine by me/As long as I can have a good time, kakaka~"

"Um, Second and tenth together?"

"Wait, I have to go with this faggot? Ugh, no, thanks"

"As if you were any better than me..."

The clone who was taking notes scratches the back of his neck, not quite knowing how to proceed with the groups or what tasks to assign to each one. But, luckily for the clones, the doors open again and Wakuri indicates that they should get off.

The group of albinos set aside their plans and run out into the hallway. They look for the room they were assigned and get into it, almost knocking the door down in the process. With a slam, they lock themselves in the room and start unpacking.

"Fuck, there's everything here..."

Mentions one who, instead of packing clothes and taking out snacks/drinks, was exploring the room he was assigned.

"Kitchen, sofa, plasma TV, windows facing the sea...What doesn't this shit have?"

"And you haven't even seen the bathroom, bro"

"Yeah, yeah, enough chatter. It's time to agree on what we're going to do..."

The clones nod, finish unpacking and putting away their things, and then gather in the middle of the room. They all had serious expressions, as if it were a matter of life and death.

"So...What are we going to do?" Asks one

"Let's see, we have restaurants, a pool, a gym, that Security Commission thing, but...We all know very well what to do first"

The atmosphere becomes tense, the clones look at each other as if they knew what each one was thinking but none dared to say it out loud. Easily ten seconds passed on the clock where the clones did nothing but swallow and sweat coldly until one stood up and decided to say what was on his mind.

"The last two floors...It's time to infiltrate"

"B-But...How are we going to do it?!"

"Leave it to me. You guys disappear. Me and the original will do something...We'll call you later"

The clones sigh but obey. One by one they begin to disappear until only the original and the first remain. They look at each other and nod, leave the room, and walk down the hallway calmly to avoid raising suspicion.

Are they going to the elevator? No, they are not going there. It would be too easy to catch and lock them up if they did that. The duo looks for a staircase that leads them to the next floor. It didn't matter if they were normal or emergency stairs. Of course, if there were no stairs leading to the next floor, they would settle for the elevator.

>>22473
>Claire
The bible exaggerates, three words that were enough to throw Aliz from the peak of her most valued companions, to the bottom, to the foothills of Mount Sinai. The exchange student's frown doesn't convey even 10% of the displeasure she feels now.

"Your face exaggerates."

Claire isn't good at insulting. She can be very hurtful without meaning to, but she's never been good at responding to insults with other insults, mainly because she hates being rude. But this is an exceptional situation; she must try to be rude since Aliz has just trampled on the most sacred text in the world. Claire's indignation is so great that she turns around and decides to leave without saying goodbye.

"Goodbye..." In the end, she regrets her snub. She looks over her shoulder at Aliz and says goodbye, but with a very cold expression. "Just don't believe for a second that I like you, delegate."

Even when Aliz later sides with her on the issue of punishment for those who misbehave, Claire doesn't speak to her because she's still angry about her disregard for the holy scriptures. The bible is very important to the girl of faith.

...

>>23050
>>22229
They arrive at the hotel. Claire surveys all the luxury that greets her; it's what she expected. She's accustomed to staying in expensive hotels offered by local authorities for the religious conferences her father holds in different parts of the world. Although they always tend to head to the most remote and humble villages afterward to spread the word of God, after all, those material pleasures ultimately have no importance.

"Professor, what's this about letting another teacher handle the punishment? When your children misbehave, will you also call Mr. Kratos to reprimand them? Are you the kind of woman who lets someone else clean her house? I want to believe not. And don't worry about the towel; if it can absorb cooking grease, it can handle acid. Cholesterol kills millions of people every year, while your acid, as far as I know, hasn't killed anyone. A simple calculation is enough to infer which is more difficult. And don't worry, it's not the same towel I use for cleaning; it's the one I used to dry myself after bathing. They are from the same brand."

Claire nods slightly when the gorgon leaves Amelia in her care and looks for Amelia to take her away. But then, for reasons the girl of faith doesn't know, the sailor and the orange-haired girl jump up, wanting to accompany the depressed little one. Claire looks at one, then at the other.

"This goes against the plan. They are couples, not quartets. Do they think like those deviants who believe a marriage can be of four? And I don't see what's wrong with having another like me in the class. It would be positive reinforcement for everyone. Oh, and Gaspar... If you call me beautiful again, I'll deny you breathing. Those kinds of comments can be misinterpreted."

Her attention shifts from the sailor to the delegate.

"Aliz..." She simply says in the tone of someone who doesn't forget, before walking away towards her room. On the way down the hall, she runs into Amelia >>23638 And then she realizes the terrible influence worldly people like Gaspar and Aliz can have on the pale girl; the former has family in prison, and the latter questions the certainty of God. Claire sharpens her gaze and, without exchanging words, takes Amelia's wrist. "Let's escape together. Let's avoid the corruption of the blasphemers."

She doesn't wait for a response and runs off, dragging Amelia away from the area where Japako, Aliz, and Gasper are loitering. Hopefully, the hotel is large enough to avoid them for long enough to teach Amelia the story of Genesis.
...

The first thing Claire does: After dressing in clothes she doesn't mind getting wet, she arms herself with a hose she "borrowed" from the janitor's closet—not theft, since she plans to return it. The girl of faith grips the nozzle, while she's had Amelia carry the rest of the hose coiled around her body like a pageant sash to help transport it. Claire searches for a faucet to use as a patrol base, so she can root out the heresies committed in tropical hotels.

"In these hallways, we're sure to find someone doing something wrong. We must stop them, correct their errors before they damn their souls. Then we'll watch the bar, and after that, the kitchen." She stops and presses her ear against a door, suspicious. "The bed's moving. I think people are fornicating inside... And it doesn't sound marital—like they're actually enjoying it. Let's go! Look for the drain as soon as we get in."

Claire activates her quirk to disable the lock and bursts in, spraying water in all directions—mainly because her eyes are shut tight so she won't see anything improper. Moments later, after narrowly avoiding capture by security (who never stand a chance against the authority of the Almighty), Claire drags Amelia to the pool. When she spots Hiroito there, wasting time, her eyes light up—this is her chance to deliver his long-overdue lesson.

"You're getting baptized right now!" She blasts the little demon in the face with a jet of water, knocking him into the pool to be purified by the vital liquid. But Claire doesn't stick around to see the outcome—her instincts alert her to another evil. "I think I heard a Jew counting coins... Quick, Amelia! No time to lose! Bring the hose!"

...

The second thing Claire does: She has to go change back in her room, so she leaves Amelia with >>22473 >>22229 and harasses them until they promise not to lead the girl into sin.

"She's young and impressionable... Don't stain her soul."

About an hour later, the girl comes looking for them again, now dressed in her swimsuit, ready to go swimming at the beach. She carries a towel and a bottle of sunscreen.

"Does anyone need help applying sunscreen? It'd be terrible if you got sunstroke. Gasper, you'll have to do it yourself. A proper young lady would never touch a boy's bare skin... Amelia? Do you have your swimsuit ready? And what about you, Aliz? I'm still mad... But that doesn't change the fact that you're my teammate, and I'd hate to see you become the victim of lustful stares because of improper clothing."

...

The third thing Claire does, at sunset: She returns to the hotel by herself to change, this time into a beautiful kimono passed down from her grandmother. She rarely gets to wear it, and thought a summer night on an Asian island would be the perfect opportunity. The girl of faith heads to the kitchen, slips among the staff, and—acting as if it's completely natural—starts pulling out numerous ingredients from the cabinets to prepare dishes for the entire class. She gives instructions to the cooks to assist her, again with the demeanor of someone who's cooked here a hundred times before.

Maybe Claire doesn't like being cleaned, but she sees no issue in doing everyone else's chores. Besides, she enjoys it. While the students sing songs around a bonfire on the beach (she imagines that's what the others are doing)—an activity far too similar to a witches' sabbath for her liking—the girl chooses to spend her remaining hours cooking, making casual conversation with the site's chefs, and exchanging culinary tips.

>>22473
While Gaspar advocated for Amelia, in what he believes is the path to damnation, as much as a religious fanatic can provide, which within her head is a lot, he is surprised that someone responds from behind him and joins the conversation.

"Oh! That's right, even the delegate likes it! Although I think some members would be missing to make the groups more diverse, we are... Let's see... Three Utilities, and one Sweeper, that's a bit unbalanced."

He brings his fingers to his chin somewhat inquisitively, comparing the situation as if it were a competitive video game, it's not to slight the short redhead, but something like that would leave many gaps. Still, just for her attitude, he would accept if they were allowed to bring groups of four.

"Well, a depressed girl, an animal lover, a human vibrator, and a religious fanatic... I see it as a 100% win."

He strokes the redhead's hair, common sense is important, or at least he thinks so in a class with personalities more concerning than the last, but he also needs someone to help him maintain his own sanity. Teaming up with Aliz seems like the best option.

No one knows he's an ex-convict, and it didn't get that far kek
>>23050
Moments before Because I'm responding in order a hunch came to the young man's mind, about what could happen if something like a league of villains targeted that orphanage they mentioned or even the students.

His doubts are quickly dispelled, although he can't help but remain somewhat distrustful.

"Alright... I understand that, still, and it's not that I want to contradict you, haven't there already been attacks within UA? How scary... But... It's okay, if that were the case, I doubt I could do much."

Oh, I like that better! Do you know which professional heroes? I want to know if I should at least have something to get autographed, maybe my hat... But I'm relaxing now, with them here, everything will be fine.'

I imply this happens in the future.

He's a fan of heroes, like any teenager his age, he has comics of them and knows the names of most, even the more niche ones. He takes off his hat and spins it in his hand, thinking that perhaps it's time to fill it with ink and buy a new one.

Seconds later, he takes his teacher's word and could ask Amelia instead of deciding on his own, but he doesn't think there's anything wrong with wanting to accompany someone who is clearly depressed about something he believes he will eventually discover.
>>23638
Later that night, Gapoo goes out to buy something, forgetting that he could order room service or that everything was free, because he's not used to so much luxury. By pure chance, he sees Amelia heading towards the teacher's office... He would call out to her immediately or approach her from behind to vibrate on her neck, but instead, he lets it pass.
(That girl really has to deal with a lot, huh? Well, we can talk tomorrow—bothering her now would just be... annoying...)

He turns the corner toward a vending machine and pulls out a Deku Soda kek to chug it right there, then smacks it against his forehead to crush it before tossing it into the trash and moving on with his life... Amelia's already out of his sight, so... he heads to the kitchen...

>>23667
Gaspar notices the non-emo kid showing some interest in the topic, so he sidles up and gives him a few light, painless elbow jabs to the side while winking—just enough to be slightly irritating, honestly not what he expected at all.

—Well, what can I say? Ah, I know! What my old man used to say: "In times of war, any hole makes a trench!" Though I was way too young to get it back then, ja, ja...

Now that you mention it, it's kinda true. Let's do a quick review...

He raises his hands like a camera, scanning over the cute but not particularly developed figures of his female classmates to rank the top contenders—the best of the best.

—Won't lie: Aliz, Amelia, Kyla, Malakai, and Chi-chan all look like little kids... But hey, my mom wasn't a supermodel either, so no need to be harsh. They've probably still got time to grow... Let's hope...

Seiken? Nah, if you look closely, she just hides her figure under clothes that do her no favors. Same goes for our favorite nun and Prof Japako. Thierry could scrape into fifth place if you push me... And finally, drumroll please—Kay!

He points at that girl who lol-died, the one who can make ice. Genetics blessed her body by far the most—sure, she could use a bit more fat, but that's it. That concludes his list. Most of the role's lolicon crew in class don't exactly have memorable figures, but he'll remember them anyway!

—And well, maybe I'll have some mental epiphany during training. It's all about getting just a little stronger, and I'll bring you a pin—bet I could beat you even with that...

Might even bring a kitchen knife. The pin thing was just a joke, though. Anyway, he just ends up listening to the last thing the other has to say before fully stepping away—changing his expression for the first time to something more serious.

—Power's useless if there's nothing to protect... It's not so much about ability, but what you do with it. And honestly, I think it's just wasted on me.'

But I won't give up... I just need focus, and something worth protecting. So... yeah... that's it... Ja, ja...'

He switches back to his usual face when he realizes he might've gotten too serious for the conversation, so he just laughs nervously while scratching his neck to ease the tension. After their monkey talk, he leaves the other be. They'll see each other again another time—maybe even at the pool.

>>1580
>>1580
>>24806
At DORIME's words of rejection, he remains firm in his proposal, though something catches his ear and makes him tilt his head...

—But you're beautiful... How could that be misunderstood? You should have more confidence. At least to me you are, and I'm not some creep!

And he's right—at least as far as he knows, he's always preferred partners who tower over him, women taller than his shoulders. He doesn't understand what she means.

—Well, we'll see what A>>24806me has to say. For now, seems she went to her room... And that's exactly where I'm headed too.

Gapoo finishes saying goodbye to them and finally enters the hotel. He goes to his room as he said, to grab a few things like his swimsuit, and changes right there since it's his room after all. When done, he leaves with his torso bare, a towel resting on his shoulder, and his "Jojo" shorts on.

The first thing he notices as he heads toward the pool is several wet spots on the floor. He has no idea what the hell happened, but there are also guards searching for a girl. He pretends not to hear anything and starts whistling, feigning complete ignorance. When he arrives, he sees Claire...

—HEY, CLAIRE!!!

He yells and laughs. The next thing the girl knows, Gapoo is wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head sideways against her at the same spot—not because he wants to be lewd, but because he doesn't have a better position to push her into the water without resorting to a wrestling move.

Luckily, he didn't care if his clothes got wet—neither for her sake nor the water's. Because while Gaspar may be many things, he's now also healthy. It wasn't always like that, as expected of a former drogo, but as expected of a reformed man, he's getting more and more toned every day.

—WOOOOOO... THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

He pops his head out of the water seconds later, still holding onto Claire. He lifts her by the waist and carries her to the edge, just in case—better safe than sorry, in case she can't swim or something. After the splash, he sets her back on her feet... A small, indirect act of revenge for Hirohito.
—Ah, Claire... Try to avoid the entrance, the site security is looking for, in their words, "a crazy pervert who spies on and wets guests", be careful or you might run into her.''

He doesn't think it's her, she's crazy, he knows it, but he also knows she's not a pervert and since he hasn't seen her outside the pool with the hose, he trusts her as much as he could...

—And for your information... You immediately went up to second place, congratulations...

He wouldn't know what she's talking about, only If you read above Feng can know it, nor does he have time to ask because he quickly submerges his head in the water again>>24806
... Seconds later he comes out to see what's going on and to see the rest, to his surprise they leave Amelia in his hands... But... The girl doesn't return until much later.

—Gas...per...? Hey, hey, hey... Is that... Is that a nickname for me? Well, wow... I thought I was the only one who gave them out.

Gasper, like the ghost, huh? I didn't expect that from you, but I like it, I like it... I imply it's not a typo kek

He thinks about it more than he should, it's the first time the girl has given him one, everyone kept their name or surname except Aliz who calls him Gappy... He ignores the fact of the blocker, he'll look for someone else later, he has a very silly smile on his face because of what happened to think about that.

...

At night, he goes to the kitchen, in his usual clothes, plus a jacket for the cold in case there's more wind than there should be, once he arrives, he takes it off and puts on a pink apron, Why pink? Because there wasn't another color.

He checks a list he has in his hand, goes to the refrigerator... And ends up taking out a good quality red wine, well preserved and no one would think of removing alcohol from the kitchens, he sets it aside, he doesn't leave, but continues to take out more things, being normal ingredients for everything else.

>>24561
Negishi Chieko

"True, I don't understand why they force us to be in this place, although the truth is that it's better this way, we have work without even trying, and they give us these trips totally free from the taxpayers' pockets, doesn't that seem excellent to you? I think it's great."

>She laughs while walking with her hands in her pockets.

"Sure, what else could we do?"

>He looks at her malevolently.

>>24838
Meh, I don't really complain. Being a heroine is a silly dream that anyone has had and that... But I'm bothered by the circumstances in which I ended up here. At least I could meet you and Malakai. Je, je. And well, some other handsome guy from school. Oh by the way, the blocker is ready, cutie.

>She says it as a way of complimenting her friend, it's one of those ways to call her friends as if she were a guy trying to flirt with them, although of course it wasn't with the same intention. After that, Kyla quickly waves her hands to make the remaining blocker in her hand go away, her hands look blurry when she waves them so fast.

Well... I guess we can take a little escape to sunbathe on the beach, or if you prefer something more fun and go meet some guys. Je, je... Although I don't know how well Malakai would fit with us, she's fun and all, but she's not as bad as you and I.

>She says it a bit maliciously while looking at her friend in a mischievous way, then she stands up and closes the blocker to pass it to Chieko and have her keep it.

Here, remember that you'll have to do the same with me later.

>She gives her hand to help her up and then later walk out together with her friend.

>>24829
>While walking around without doing much with the captain's uniform she stole from the yacht, she notices Gapoo, one of her classmates, looking at the other girls with his hands as if they were a camera, something that surprises the red-haired girl and annoys her once she hears what he's talking about along with the No-emo guy, so she would confront him at that moment.

Hey! Gapoo.

>She says to get his attention and then advances with her super speed until she sees him, looking annoyed, it's then that the girl whose bikini was bought in a child's size would start complaining to her companion.

Who are you calling kid, der'mo (damn)? Did you not see a couple of good women when you saw them?

>She was referring to her and her friend Chieko as if they were a pair of Russian and Japanese models respectively. It was curious that, for being from the great mother Russia, Kyla barely had the most representative feature of Russian women: https://youtu.be/1IP-zqUV_iE▾

I always knew you were a pervert, but I thought at least you were smart, or at least one without vision problems.

>It seems she's more annoyed because he called her kid than because he was ogling her without her noticing.

>>23050 At that moment, after not knowing how he had gotten inside the hotel despite the entire Malakai journey, he finally woke up from his peculiar "trance" and began to slowly understand everything they had told him... Or maybe not, in the end he spent a good while just looking at the pool and started imagining all the situations that could happen there. It was then that an odd feeling arose and he blushed, but didn't take much notice of it, so he tried to catch up with all the places in the hotel. Perhaps it's not a good idea for a girl like her to wander around such a big place, but nevertheless, there she was.

>>24561 >Trying to speak nervously while stretching
N- it's nothing, it's just... eeeh... FOOD THAT I HAD A GOOD WHILE THERE!
And of course, honestly, I feel a bit more comfortable around you despite everything

>>24856 I'm also glad to meet you and I'll do my best to adapt.

>>23221
https://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI▾
>In the middle of the whole tour, you decided to sneak away little by little, until you managed to get out of your teacher's sight, it was in a perfect moment where she was forced to look away accompanied by her reptilian companions on her cranium surely due to a stupidity of hirohito
>Once you waited for the group to retreat again to take the elevator, you could easily take a different one to go down
>Enter, press the button, and descend. Back at the reception, you didn't stay long there, you headed out as quickly as possible, not even letting the receptionist respond to you and a few workers who greeted you while you were leaving
>You couldn't waste this opportunity, the public security commission, the governmental organ that controlled everything related to heroes, the power to enter to work there directly instead of going through an agency, practically would guarantee life to anyone who managed to get a job inside it, not to mention all the extra possibilities you were scheming in your crazy mental mind
>Once outside the hotel, you had to precisely locate the building of the commission, you moved away from the colossal building and returned again to the street, by chance you could see behind the hotel the building of the commission, with its characteristic adornment in the shape of a ruby. The path to get there...was another story
>It seems you had to advance until the end of the street, and then who knows what else...there were no shortcuts, unless you considered crossing the buildings, which would end up being more problematic than taking the long way, even if you got there. What would you do exactly? seriously, I want to hear what he plans so that they don't throw him out for being crazy and retarded kek
>Those problems were something to deal with in the future! Now in the present, you had to focus on getting there, it was going to be a long walk and...
(https://youtu.be/huviRkmNodY)▾
>...Was that a taxi?
>Yes, a taxi, one of those automatic ones because for the semi-futuristic era in which this Bnh, something like that should already be the norm kek, compact, and blue, this one parked next to the sidewalk a few meters away from you, although no one got on or off of it, maybe it had a marked route?. It didn't really matter about that detail, it was a matter of getting on and marking a destination, would it work that easily?, would the public like you be able to go to that building?, you only had one way to find out

>>24806
>The hotel's luxuries were not entirely foreign to you; what was a constant surprise to the rest of your classmates was almost an everyday thing for you.
>Another gag, the reprimand you give the teacher for her words or actions, leaving her embarrassed like all the other times.

"I-I, I-I mean... he has more, experience... or rather knowledge with that kind of thing, so he c-could be of help..." She was starting to sweat. "I-I'll allow myself to doubt that analogy regarding the towel... but thanks anyway."

>Once the tour was over, Japako left Amelia in your care before the groups were decided, and gave everyone time to unpack their things. You found yourself in an argument with Aliz and Gapoo, and in the end, you made the decision and took Amelia before the others could intervene.
>>23638
>After unpacking and changing your clothes, you looked for your teacher in the room they had assigned her. It was better to get the task they had given you done as soon as possible.
>You entered without asking for any kind of permission.

"H-hey, y-you have to knock before entering!" the gorgon complained.

>You could see her fixing her appearance a bit, as women are supposed to do, combing her hair, fixing her makeup, and such things. The curious thing was to see how the snakes did it instead of Japako herself... even the reptiles on her head were adorning themselves.

"Oh, Amelia, what's wrong?"

>You tell her your intentions of going for the souvenir as soon as possible.

"Oh, okay, let me call the others so we can form groups."

>So, she finished getting ready in a hurry and went out into the hallway to call the others.

"Alright guys, now..." >>24806 The teacher doesn't have much time to talk, noticing how a good part of the class had already left on their own, and how Amelia is kidnapped by Claire before her eyes, she just sighs.

>...
>>24806
>>23638
https://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI▾They escape the room area, another elevator on the opposite side of the floor was their escape route to the rest of the hotel.
>...
>With clothes for the occasion that were put on who knows when and a hose completely borrowed from the concierge, who must now be making multiple trips to the bathroom to get water and do the gardening, Claire leads the charge to drown the sins committed on those grounds.
>A faucet conveniently located near the pool at the back of the hotel now provided ammunition for the hose. Cleaning from the bottom up sounded like a perfect idea, so no one could escape if they were forced to run to the upper floors.
>With a detailed inspection, at a mysterious door near the pool, which looked like some kind of cleaning closet, Claire detects movement. Using her quirk, she forces the lock and enters blindly, spraying everything she can to prevent the occurrence of premarital relations.
>From the moans, both female and male, she was correct. A couple of hotel workers, half-naked because you are still the only people on the island besides the staff, kek, were interrupted in the middle of the act. Luckily, there were no compromising views for minors.
>As soon as the water attack happened, the perpetrators retreated back into the pool; the complaints of the poor victims could be heard from outside, along with their demands at the reception for security personnel to show up
>The moment Claire noticed Hirohito's presence in the pool, she seized the opportunity and splashed water at him too, causing him to fall into the massive pool


"Hahahaha, did you see that, brother?"

>A female laugh caught attention.

"Yeah, sister, I saw it..." A boy responded in a serious tone.

>Same height, both with brown hair and blue eyes. The girl wore a bikini, ready to use the pool, while the boy was dressed more casually, carrying a book under his arm. Their comments already revealed they were siblings—teenagers, likely the same age as you. The question was... what were they doing here? Supposedly, the only hotel residents at this moment should have been you... Could these two be among those mentioned orphans living on the top two floors?

"Based on rumors, I already imagined UA would be full of vulgar people, but this is definitely a surprise," the girl commented.

"Why are you wasting your time here—" the boy tried to speak, but his sister cut him off.

"Shut up, idiot!"

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed. "Do whatever you want..." He walked over to a chair by the pool and started reading his book.

"Do you guys also run around drenching people at your pathetic school, or are you just taking advantage of your teachers going off to get drunk at a bar to let loose on your leash?" This girl wasn't leaving a very good impression in the short time she'd spoken with you.

>>24829
>>24830nigga take your pills, Amelia never said she'd stay in her room all night lol
"Oh, don't say that, that was in the past. UA today is safer than ever—things like that don't happen anymore," Japako replied. It was true that nowadays, villain organizations directly attacking a place like UA was nearly impossible. Maybe your concerns, while understandable, were a bit exaggerated. "Oh, no idea, but they must be someone really high-rank to have been invited into the Security Commission's domains."
...
and now here's the mess I mentioned, so first we'll deal with the pool situation
>Once the tour ended, everyone was given some time to unpack their things and settle in for the duration of the event.
>So once you got settled, you put on your swimsuit and headed straight for the pool, noticing some commotion along the way and seeing the floor was wet. Even at the reception, you saw a couple of workers complaining and demanding that someone from security come.
>...
>Once Gapoo arrived at the pool and spotted Claire >>24806 >>23638, he lunged at the religious girl, tackling her and causing both of them to fall into the pool.
https://youtu.be/hCbg9cCJqrw▾
>Water splashed everywhere, soaking everyone nearby.

"Well, looks like the apples aren't falling far from the barrel. Are all of you at UA just a bunch of kids acting out?" The brown-haired, blue-eyed girl grew more irritating with every word she spoke.

Having already changed into comfortable yet elegant clothes and set her next destination, the dwarf heads to her teacher's room to have her accompany on her decidedly unepic adventure.
Without asking for permission, the girl enters the room—avoiding what could've been a comedic situation, since the teacher never had much to take off—only to receive a scolding, as expected.

H-hey, y-you're supposed to knock before entering!

(As if you had anything left to show)
The woman was in the middle of a self-beautification session, applying makeup and such... something the blonde girl never saw the need for on her own face, but which was quite common among people of her gender.

(Why does she dress up so much...? I hope I won't have to witness the disgusting courtship display of a viper.)
(If so, maybe I should find someone less horrible as a partner.)

What even the sleepy-eyed girl couldn't help but notice was that even the little critters mingling with the woman's head also tried to look good, making their existence even more peculiar.

(Even the lizards... though I doubt anyone actually sees them as a primary attraction worth styling for.)
(Though the world is full of all kinds of perverts.)

Oh, Amelia, what's wrong?

(I suppose it doesn't matter if I barge in when it's me? Still feels awkward beating around the bush.)

Since entering the room, Amelia hadn't shown any emotion or spoken a word, but now that she'd been noticed, she had to speak up.

"I found the place we need to go." —she states directly— "I mean, the place to look for the souvenir... I just need you to come with me. After this, I'll stay in my room for the rest of the trip to—"

(Lament my life choices until the vacation ends.)

"Suffer." She cut short what she intended to say, but it was practically the same thing.

Oh, okay, let me call the others so we can form the groups
"I had opposed that idea."

The serpent finishes getting ready and steps into the hallway, followed closely by the distressed girl, only to find that most people had already gone their separate ways...

"I guess I won't have a group..."

Then Claire appears >>24806 suddenly grabbing Amelia by the wrist.

(Oh no)

<Let's escape together. Let's avoid the corruption of the blasphemers.

"Are you les—?" Before she can finish asking about the woman of faith's sexuality, Amelia is yanked forward into a run, making her frown and glance back, only to see that the teacher does nothing.

(Thanks for helping me, Japako...) -sarcasm- (I completely disapprove of your behavior and doubt your competence as a teacher.) -not sarcasm-

After stealing a hose—something Amelia didn't really care about despite it going against her companion's beliefs—the duo began their patrol, during which the dwarf was reduced to carrying the heroine's weapon. With the hose wrapped around her body, Amelia makes a funny comment.

"Wouldn't it be funny if the hose wrapped around my neck and choked me to death? Ahé ahé"—lets out a short laugh, that was funny—

<Through these hallways we'll surely find someone doing something wrong.

(Sounds unlikely... There's nobody around... And what are the odds we'd catch someone doing something bad anyway?)

<We must stop them, correct their errors before they damn their souls.

(Does it really matter...? Let them confess later or whatever.)

<Then we'll watch the bar, and after that the kitchen.

"All of that? That's too much."

Clarie stops, listening at a door. "Hm?"

<The bed is moving. I think there are people fornicating inside...

(You've gotta be kidding me...)

<And it doesn't sound marital, with the sole purpose of procreation.

(How can you even tell that?)

<It almost sounds like they're enjoying it.

(Isn't that the point? Wait...)

"Almost?"

<Come on! Look for the laundry as soon as we get in.

"What?"
The woman forces the lock and Amelia covers her eyes, avoiding seeing anything that might be too gross. The blonde heard the moaning until it stopped, then uncovered her eyes to see what was in front of her: a pair of half-naked adults, angry and complaining about everything.

Amelia makes a disgusted face for a second. (Disgust... sex)

Her expression returns to normal... but slowly, a small wavy smile like Grinch's, creepy Susie's, or Salad Fingers' forms on the face of the suicidal girl, who enjoys the mischief.

"Ajé... we disturbed them."

After that, the pair of templars head toward the pool, finding the trash devil, whom they spray in the face so he falls into the water.

"Ajé," she laughs, "Deserved."

<Hahahaha, did you see that, brother?

"¿...?" – Amelia looks in the direction of that voice –

Apparently, they were twins with blue eyes, maybe around the same age as her class group. Amelia didn't care much, but they kept talking.

<Yes, sister, I saw it

(Who talks like that in real life...? 'Hey brother...' What idiots...)

<Based on rumors, I already imagined UA would be full of vulgar people

(Why am I not surprised? 'My reputation precedes me.')

<but this is definitely a surprise

(It's not like I care if they mock the school. I don't have a sense of belonging, not even for this disgusting country.)

<Why do you waste your time here
<Shut up!, idiot

(And he gets the worst of the bikini model's bad side... that could be funny if you think about it a bit.)

<Do whatever you want

(It's not like you can stop her, right?)

<Do you also run around here dousing people in your pathetic school?

(No.)

<Or do you take advantage of your teachers going off to get drunk at the bar to let yourselves off the leash?

(How do you know that...?)

sigh
Amelia, who hadn't reacted in any way other than thinking to those provocative comments, walked normally towards the girl, not making her intentions clear with either words or gestures of any kind.

The blonde stopped normally in front of the girl, probably falling short in height compared to her (Amelia's height: 151cm)

Amelia opened her mouth and prepared to answer, but then, out of nowhere, Gapoo arrived, jumping into the pool with Claire and splashing everyone, including her. Because of the water, Amelia closed her eyes, but upon opening them again, she put on an angry face and grunted in complaint.

"Ngh... you damn idiot"

The blonde clenched her fist tightly, angry... until she lowered her gaze to see the 'damage' she had suffered... which was clearly her wet clothes.

"My clothes..." -she sounded hurt-

Amelia looked up and glared with annoyance at the pair who had soaked her in a non-sexual way.

"I hate you"

<Wow, it seems the apples aren't far from the barrel, do all of UA act like children?

(What kind of metaphor is that?)

"Yes, that's right." -she replied, siding with her-

"but they're my children" -Amelia finally redeems herself as My Little Pony music plays-

"You complain... but I have to put up with a group of unbearable disgusting people for (insert amount of) hours every day, each one worse than the last... my life, which was already constant suffering before entering that poorly praised school, is now worse..."

The girl sighs.

"I didn't even want to come on this vacation, and now I have to spend all this time with them once again"

The blonde falls silent for a few seconds before commenting again.

"I'm not blinded by a sense of belonging to the point where pointing out how detestable the people around me are bothers me..." -she pauses again and finishes by saying- "Anyway... Who are you supposed to be? The queen of the pool?"

She had to have some complaint about the girl who started insulting her for no reason, so she resorted to the typical 'who are you? the queen of X thing?'

>>23667
>>23668
There wasn't any investigation to do, unless you really forgot where you came from, or you're that curious.

It was a matter of taking the elevator and going down. The pool was located in the lowest area of the building, while you were on the 98th floor, so you'd be spending a good amount of time there.

The other option was taking the stairs. It would take a bit longer, but it would allow you to observe the hotel more closely.

The elegance of the place was undeniable, but it was impossible not to feel an ominous sensation when walking through the empty hallways. There wasn't a huge amount of people in the place, if what your teacher said was true, the place had barely been opened.

Sometimes you'd come across statues that seemed to pierce your soul with their cold stares. Decorative plants so perfect they almost looked like plastic. Some areas lacked windows, and the only lighting was a dim light that highlighted the loneliness of the place.
--
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XZh9MEtzzg▾Following the same path as during the tour, but in reverse, you made your way through the first floor, until reaching the doors that would lead you to the pool.

You simply opened the doors and entered.

Now that you weren't being rushed by a hotel worker giving you a tour when they surely wanted to go watch the baseball game, you could observe the place more thoroughly.

An enormous pool was the central focus. The water was clean and crystal clear, allowing you to see the black and white pictures on the bottom, distorted by the movement of the water.

And one would wonder what a pool does in a tropical resort, when you already have an entire beach to visit. And that question nobody answers, but, hey, there's a gazebo. And a couple of palm trees, probably taken from somewhere else on the island and planted in the area to maintain the tropical atmosphere.

There were parrots on the palm trees, surely brought from abroad. The birds were resting calmly, only disturbed by the occasional breeze.

Fortunately, the pool was placed in such a way that the building wouldn't intrude on the sunlight. You also had a direct view towards the tropical forest.

The decision of what to do was yours. You could lie down and sleep, and not be bothered by anyone. It would be relaxing, but probably result in boring moments...

The only inconvenience is that you weren't the only person here...

"Mom, I don't want to be here! I want to go to the beach!"

"if I say no, it's no! The last time you ended up swimming into the deep and almost drowned! Don't you know how worried I was?"

"But mom!"

"Enough!"

"...."

It was a woman, with a child who seemed to be her son. She was putting sunscreen on him.

"Mom, the sunscreen is uncomfortable..."

"The skin absorbs it, so it will stop bothering you..."

There was silence for a while, until the woman realized you were there.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't see you come in..."

She stayed silent for another couple of seconds, until she spoke again.

"Are you working here?... Let me guess, are you the one they sent to fix the air conditioning? It's been broken since this morning and it's driving me crazy... Did they fix it?"

>>24578
>In the men's or the women's...?

"Whichever one I find first..." he replied tiredly.

>How much do they pay you, professor?

"Enough to stay alive. And let me tell you, it's not worth it..."
--
Meanwhile in UA.

Akira stood before the principal. Her posture was firmer than it had ever been, her hands clasped in front of her waist. Her serious expression was unshakeable.

>As I was saying, Akira. While I find the school uniform bland, I can't just let them wear whatever they want. Not because I disagree, but because there are too many people who would stop me for not wanting to abandon old customs.

She was about to nod in defeat and disappointment, but the principal wasn't finished.

>But my dream is to make this place a little more pleasant for everyone... And to be able to witness the famous Zettai ryoiki before I retire.

Hours of negotiation and preparation had paid off. She nodded, but what would have been a gesture of accepting defeat before, now became a gesture of confidence and guarantee.

"I assure you, you won't regret it, Nagiri-sensei."
>>24580

As soon as Wakuri mentions a bar, your professor is the first one to leave. He had little to no interest in anything else.

No one was surprised, but at least you and your clones wanted to say goodbye.

>Bye-Byeeee

>Have a good time, sensei...

"Something doesn't sound right with these goodbyes..."

>Remember to buy a couple of bottles so you don't get thirsty when you have to come supervise us, hahaha~

"Wait, what do you mean by that?..." He turned to look at them, clear concern on his face.

He started running towards the elevator, but it was too late, it had already closed. He could only bang on the doors and shout desperately.

"Stop! You're planning something! Stop the elevator!"

His warnings were in vain, the elevator was already on its way to the other floor. There was no obstacle in your path...
--
The first few minutes of their trip were spent simply talking and marveling at the windows and televisions. So it's easy to say their lives don't have much purpose, but they certainly have a goal in mind.

That goal is to discuss what to do. You and your clones took stock of everything you saw on the tour and everything you could do with this information. It wouldn't be too bold to try to enter a pool you were already invited to, even if there was a possibility of using as many clones as possible and peeing in it. You weren't that evil...

Among them all, they decide to infiltrate the orphanage, which they were forbidden to visit.

The adrenaline and excitement everyone lives for surged through your veins and took hold of your being. Each step you took seemed to make the earth tremble. You could barely breathe when you touched the last step. But it was worth it when the doors to a new reality opened before you.

Visualization: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6ZPVt6Z028▾
Welcome to floor 99.
--
Visually, it wasn't any different from the previous floors. Perhaps a bit disappointing. A long corridor with doors on either side, distinguished only by unique decorations at the ends.

Instead of the usual statues or plants, there was a peculiar image hanging on the wall. It seemed to be a dog's buttocks, framed for everyone to see.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX8sbqk007Q▾You heard footsteps.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hsym_K4wt7g▾
A door opened... What came out was hard to describe.

Hairy. Gray. Big. Was it an animal?

No, impossible—it must have been about 6'3" tall, and its shape resembled a human. But its fur looked made of fabric, not real hair, so it couldn't be a mutation.

This was a costume. In one hand, it held a remote control. It was looking into the room, seemingly not having noticed you yet.

"Goddammit, can't you get up and change the channel yourself? That's why you're so fat..." The furry creature spoke—it sounded like a man.

"I'm not fat! And why don't you change the channel yourself? You're the one who asked me to use the TV..."

"You know I don't understand how this piece of crap works. Besides, the suit doesn't let me press buttons."

"Well then, take it off!"

"Fat chance. I'll go see if Yukio has batteries..."

It was confirmed—this was a suit. But despite obtaining this valuable information, your situation only grew more precarious.

Assuming you didn't hide.

The furre closed the door, and by sheer coincidence, ended up looking in your direction.

A total silence fell for a second, until the furre decided to speak.

"Hey, who the fuck are you people?" It asked, its voice sounding threatening...

Without waiting for an answer, it started walking toward you.

Assuming you did hide.

The furre walks away, taking the stairs up to floor 100. You're left alone in the corridor, not counting the woman still inside the room.

>>24856
Negishi Chieko

"It's exactly that which bothers me, plus I just wanted to have a normal and peaceful life abusing my quirk in something like modeling or youtuber, imagine the probabilities, she would simply be a millionaire, but they caught me and brought me to this place, although I appreciate the benefits of being a hero and the handsome guys you meet here are also very good around here, the truth is that I suppose they also reject ugly people too, I'd swallow everything from this institution at this point honestly.

>She sighs, stands up and stretches, cracking every bone in her body making quite a loud sound.

"What if we do both? We get handsome guys at the beach, I think it's quite good, with Malakai... We just have to give her a little push, but I think she'll be okay, we protect her, plus most guys like pathetic ones like her."

>She laughs a bit at what she says, putting her hands in her pockets after storing the sunscreen.

"I'll just throw you in, let's walk for a while."

>She says while following her friend to nowhere in particular.

>>24830
>Feng

Raised an eyebrow upon hearing such a strange saying.

—Following that advice to the letter, you'll probably end up stepping on an enemy mine sooner or later. —He replied casually, in his usual rough, eerie tone.

He seemed to be taking the words literally again, as the pale boy didn't easily show irony unless he was directly mocking someone, especially not with that particular voice of his.
Immediately and unprompted, Gaspar began an apparent list ranking the girls in their class by physical attraction.

<"I guess I brought this on myself..."

When Seiken was mentioned, his expression wrinkled slightly, now appearing more tense than before. He slowly shook his head, placing a hand on his cheek.

—I don't know if you consider personality as well. But as for her... I see her more as a masochist with no sense of personal space or self-preservation than as a woman... I just can't understand her. —He commented with genuine confusion— I thought scars weren't generally considered attractive, but honestly I don't see the problem... Ah, and... I suppose I don't need to explain why I wouldn't touch the religious fanatic with a ten-meter pole.

He said nothing about the Sensei; he preferred not to give blackmail material to anyone within earshot. He also had no interest in talking about the frozen girl, since he'd barely interacted with her at all—even last year—and it would feel weird discussing her physical appeal.

>"Power is useless if there's nothing to protect."

—Call it whatever you want, "Destroy to protect," "It's how you use the ability that truly matters." The point is your Quirk is merely a tool, and like any other, you can use it to protect if that's what you want. After all the time we've spent training, I assumed you'd already realized how to adapt your abilities depending on the situation... Just think about it: How do you destroy to protect? What is it that you need to destroy? —He pointed his index finger at his own head, speaking in a monotone voice— Maybe that mindset won't work in every single possible situation... But you can't be an expert in absolutely every aspect of heroism. And if you just keep complaining that your Quirk has only one function without trying something different, don't expect to impress anyone you care about. That's why professionals work as a team—each of us is an expert in something, and we all contribute together to achieve our goals...

Regardless of his advice, Gaspar already seemed to have decided to stick with the approach he'd mentioned. Now he figured he didn't need to do more; he'd already done enough by agreeing to their friendly match.

>>24578
He had already grown familiar with the presence of his classmates; he could even recognize them by their breathing patterns or guess their weight from the sound of their footsteps. So he didn't need to hear the person speak, nor did he bother acknowledging their presence.
He hadn't even considered Hiro when thinking about classmates who jumped to conclusions about his personality based on his appearance(?). Out of all his classmates' opinions, Hiro's was literally the one that mattered least on his entire list of things that matter—in fact, it wasn't even on the list to begin with.

°Translated from Chinese° ((("I don't recall saying I don't like music..."))) He replied casually to his annoying assertion ((("I collect insects. Obviously, I attract them...")))

That was all he bothered to respond.
>>24948
Hey OP, do you remember the questions my character asked that NPC? >>23668 I don't either

-Hmpf. I came to visit the pool with the intention of sunbathing while reading something, and I find a couple of abandoned animals harassing my companions.
With soundless steps and an unnerving voice, the boy almost seemed to have teleported near the pool. His natural gaze already seemed to express ill intentions.

-They clearly don't know their place, isn't it enough that they're dirtying our Vacation Resort with their presence, but they think they have permission to speak to us?... --He advanced, passing them by, looking for a chair at the other end of the pool-- Get lost, mangy hounds.
He passes them by without giving them the time of day, disinterested as before.

>>25530
His eyes moved quickly, trying to take in as many details of the structure of the corridors around him as possible, he was used to compulsively overanalyzing rooms since he was a child, guessing things like when they were last painted or their approximate age. Who would want to share water with a bunch of commoners? That's how he imagined the people who commissioned the pool thought, but that idea was shot down as soon as he saw the pair of abandoned hounds stupid enough to think they had any right to look them in the eye, and a couple of people who seemed to be the only Adult, and the only infant, using the place.

-...

He saw the scene of a Mother and her Son as an Alien would likely look at a Human locked in a cage. It is simply alien to warm feelings of a guardian protecting you and watching over your safety, his own mother, after losing him, moved on with her life away from his suffering. So he prefers not to lose sleep thinking about it, and not to be a burden to anyone.

<"... I wonder how she is... Right now..."

The only conclusion he always reaches with those questions is that it's better for her if he thinks he's dead, she has her life, and he has his, all he'll do is open old wounds and cause problems for both of them, not to mention... why would he even think of being accepted? He might be her blood, but he's not her Son, he wasn't raised and pampered by her, he lived with a psychotic supervillain and was trained to get rid of people just as terrible as him to make him proud. He doesn't even know if she's ever thought of him, if she even cares that he was taken away, she'd probably throw him out on the street like any animal and move on... After all, he's not one of the "Good guys"... At least not yet.

>"Oh my god! I didn't see you come in..."

He blinked a couple of times, snapping out of his own mind, he was rambling and losing track of what was happening around him as usual. He looked up, facing the woman who had made him think.

-... You're mistaken, I'm not good at fixing things. --That was all he felt was necessary to say-- I'm on vacation...

With his companions jumping into the pool, he simply reclined on an unoccupied beach chair under an umbrella. Watching his companions, he just realized that he didn't exactly know how to spend time with the class, nor how to approach them... With nothing else in mind to do, he pulls out the manga he was holding earlier and opens it. It wasn't a medium of entertainment he was used to, but after all the books he's read, his recent obsession with Shonen Manga is at least a breath of fresh air.

>>25535
Asking never hurts. Aldo, I'll skip a couple of things due to time and stuffAldo2. Ayyyy the furry
>Hirohito & Co.

Running through the corridors, they quickly come across the stairs leading to the next floor. Neither the clone nor the original stops, they quickly ascend the steps one after another, wondering what they will find ahead.

"Maybe they're hiding a dinosaur?"

"..."

"You're right, that's stupid..." comments the clone in response to the original's silence. "It must be a secret laboratory. Those things are trendy in Japan."

Even though the real Hirohito remained as silent as a dead man, the replica couldn't stop talking to him about the possible encounters they might have on the 99th floor. Starting with the end of the world and ending with the revelation that they were going to revive the primordial god in an attempt to purge the earth of all existing purity.

And why all this ridiculous, schizoid thinking? The answer was simple: excitement. The fact that they were doing something they shouldn't be doing made their day, to the point where they were willing to face the consequences their actions might bring.

Putting this aside, in a few steps, the doors to the next floor opened...

(...)

To the white-haired man's surprise, the 99th floor was no different from the previous ones. Like the rest, it was simply a corridor with many doors on the sides. The only difference was the way it was decorated.

"Is this what they mean when they say something is minimalist?"

Asks the clone to the original while observing the painting. The latter shrugs, not understanding if they should advance, retreat, or go knocking on doors until they stumble upon the orphanage... But, suddenly, their little plans are interrupted by an exotic presence.

It began with the sound of footsteps followed by a door opening. Curiously, they expected some man to come out of the door, but instead, they only saw something furry and large.

"...."

Both Hirohitos fell silent before the stranger, looking around, they searched for a hiding place to take refuge, but since there were only doors and little else, they decided to improvise.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man hadn't turned around yet, the clone jumped onto the original. Who caught him in his hands to proceed to lift him into the air. Adopting a peculiar pose reminiscent of ballet.
The plan was simple: Pretend to be a statue. After all, who would be such an autistic idiot as to pretend to be a fountain in the middle of a hallway?

Still, the plan goes wrong, and they end up being exposed.

"Damn... You're more perceptive than you look."

Says the clone as he steps down from the real Hirohito's hands. The duo silently stare at the disguised man for a moment before explaining their situation.

"We came to see the orphanage. We want to see what it's like.... Would you be so kind as to show us around, please?"

Lying wasn't Hirohito's style, nor First's, so they state their intentions without hesitation, hoping that maybe they'll be allowed to go play with the children living inside the hotel.

If the vase-statue act actually works. They literally sneak up to the next floor cautiously, closely following the furro
>>25684
Not Chinese, but his mother is. He knows Chinese because of her and has visited the country a couple of times. Of course, he's not an expert—knows a bit of mythology and little more, so Hirohito doesn't know anything about Feng's family, or maybe knows a few rumors. His mother, however, would know about the Feng family, but for obvious reasons, I doubt she'd even know of its existence within the U.AAldo. I'm gonna steal your way of writing in Chinese :^3

((("With that attitude, you expect me to believe you like it...? Well, maybe you just don't like C-pop...?")))

He keeps interrogating Feng, even though the other doesn't seem eager to talk much about his tastes. But at least, Feng bothers to tell him about his hobby.

The replica raises an eyebrow and sniffs the air at the comment.

(("You don't smell bad. Why would you attract insects?")) Blinking a couple of times, he tilts his head (("Did you just compare me to an insect?"))

He asks, not understanding where that little remark came from. Though he didn't mind being compared to an insect—after all, it was true they moved in swarms.

(("Maybe.... if you bathed more often, you wouldn't attract them?.... Implying you consider it a problem")))

He takes a piece of cake with the fork and offers it to the Chinese guy to see if he wants to eat.

>>25684
ayy error mio kek
ademas creo (recalco el creo) que inconscientemente no dije nada porque tanto Japako como la narracion ya habían tirado ese dato kek
>...

"Good question, the fact that there's an orphanage isn't that well known." Wakuri cleared his throat. "You see, more than 20 years ago, when the current chairman of the Public Safety Commission took office—shortly after All for One's final defeat—he wanted to make a change, to leave behind that corrupt past created by previous leaders—the assassinations of Lady Nagant, for example—and decided to make minor reforms to the system to prevent those horrors of the past from happening again within these grounds."

"And among the things he changed, I think he also created a small program to provide shelter and future employment for orphaned children. Train them to become heroes, inventors, and so on. It's almost like our own UA. I was one of the first, though fighting isn't exactly my strong suit." He says the last sentence with a hint of irony. "But I think I've strayed off topic here... cough cough The kids were temporarily moved to the last two floors while a new facility is being built for them. The previous one had become somewhat deteriorated over time. The chairman invested a considerable sum to make the building as luxurious and suitable as possible for the needs of those youngsters. Good man. If you're lucky, you might even run into him during an evening walk, and if his bodyguards are in a good mood, you could even get a photo with him."

>He places his hands behind his back.

"In any case, I hope everyone can enjoy their stay. I must be going now."

>Calls the elevator and leaves shortly after.
>...
>>25090
>...
>The brunette girl was becoming increasingly unpleasant, to the point that even her brother didn't want to be near her. So, determined to put her in her place, you stepped right in front of her—only to find yourself looking up. You were shorter; she was about 10 or 15 centimeters taller than you, and far more developed as well.
to

you,

shorty?

I

warn

you,

I

don't

talk

to

people

under

one

fifty.

That

extra

centimeter

of

yours

might

go

unnoticed

by

some.

>At

that

moment

Gapoo

entered,

tackling

Claire

into

the

pool

and

splashing

everyone,

including

the

girl,

though

given

her

reasons

for

coming

to

the

pool,

she

didn't

seem

bothered

by

it.

>She

kept

using

weird

metaphors,

and

you

responded

by

saying

the

scene

that

just

unfolded

wasn't

far

from

a

typical

day

at

UA—

now

that

I

think

about

it,

between

naked

fights,

pervert

clubs,

and

the

cafeteria,

it's

surprising

none

of

the

OPs

came

up

with

something

pool-related

kek.

"Hard

to

believe

with

that

attitude

of

yours."

She

made

another

sarcastic

remark.

Then

she

fell

silent,

waiting

for

you

to

finish

your

rant

about

how

much

you

hated

this

class

and

UA

with

every

fiber

of

your

being.

>She

rested

her

left

hand

on

her

hip,

tilting

her

head

in

the

same

direction.

"What's

bugging

you,

midget?

Did

you

just

find

out

the

tooth

fairy's

not

real,

or

didn't

you

get

the

toy

you

wanted

in

your

happy

meal?"

>"Anyway...

Who

the

hell

are

you

supposed

to

be?

Pool

queen?"

The

girl

quickly

formed

a

small

smile.

"Well,

I'm

the

only

one

who

uses

it

regularly,

so

I

guess

so.

It's

Aneko

to

you,

shorty."

>She

removed

her

hand

from

her

hip

and

lifted

it

above

her

head.

The

water

soaking

her

slowly

rose,

gathering

beneath

her

palm

into

a

large

bubble

of

water.

She

moved

it

over

your

head.

Whatever

her

Quirk

was,

what

came

next

was

predictable...

>>25684

Then

Feng

intervened.

>The

sudden

appearance

of

the

edgy

boy

with

the

dark

voice

startled

the

brown-haired

girl.

"AHHH!"

Startled,

the

small

water

bubble

she'd

prepared

to

throw

at

Amelia's

face

fell

to

the

ground.

"...W-who

are

you?

Where

did

you

come

from?"

But

Feng

was

already

leaving.

"Hey,

don't

ignore

me,

I'm

talking

to

you!"

>Aneko

completely

lost

focus

and

redirected

her

newly

gained

anger

toward

her

brother,

who

was

still

reading.

Poor

guy

for

having

to

endure

her.

>Amelia

was

left

alone

again.

What

could

she

do?