Kapitel 126: Chapter 125: Selection of Hero Work-Studies

At 10 p.m., Kaminari dragged his exhausted body back home. The electricity in his body had been completely drained, leaving him feeling sluggish. He knew he'd need to talk to his parents about recharging.

He returned two hours later than planned. "Man, I totally lost track of time," he muttered to himself. "I should've set the Pikachu alarm clock on the table... well, lesson learned."

Fortunately, his mother was understanding, especially after watching his performance during the Hero Sports Festival. She no longer worried as much when Kaminari stayed out training by himself.

"My son is so capable now, what's there to worry about?" That was probably her reasoning.

Still, the recharging situation required her husband's approval, so after rinsing off in the bathroom, Kaminari called his father.

"What's up, son?" came his father's warm voice over the phone.

"Well," Kaminari began, speaking softly, "I sparred with Tetsutetsu for a few hours, and I ended up draining all the electricity in my body. Can I go ahead and recharge?"

Because the amount of electricity he required wasn't exactly trivial, it was only polite to ask for permission first.

"No problem! Go ahead and recharge," his father replied without hesitation, momentarily pausing his work.

"Pokémon merchandise has been selling like crazy lately,our family can afford it!" he added, chuckling.

Then his father brought up something else. "Oh, by the way, the 'Vulpix' and 'Ninetales' merchandise we made for Yaoyorozu's family is ready. Do you want me to send it directly to her house, or would you prefer to deliver it yourself?"

Kaminari thought for a moment, setting the phone down on speaker mode as he pulled out a blank sheet of music paper from his drawer.

"How many items are there?" he asked while grabbing a pencil.

"Quite a few," his dad replied. "There are pillows, watches, stickers, posters, and several high-quality figurines of different sizes."

Hearing this, Kaminari casually replied while jotting down some notes on the paper, "Just send them directly. Her family lives pretty far away, in the suburbs of Aichi Prefecture, and I've got a lot to take care of on my end."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the call. Then, with a heavy sigh, his dad muttered, "Alright, I get it!"

The line went dead.

Kaminari looked at the phone in surprise. "Huh? What was that about? Is Dad in a bad mood today?" He scratched his head in confusion. "That's weird. He seemed happy earlier when he mentioned the company's sales were up. Oh well, no use overthinking it."

Shrugging it off, Kaminari turned his attention back to the paper in front of him. He began humming softly, immersing himself in his work.

After all, this was one of his hidden talents, wasn't it?

"Spread your wings and take flight"

"You said if you could fly, you'd never come back down"

"So keep trying to break free, to that blue, blue sky…"

Each time he sang a line, he quickly wrote down the notes and lyrics. Before long, his humming filled the room, growing louder and more enthusiastic.

Writing the opening song "Blue Bird" from a certain anime he remembered was giving Kaminari a sense of accomplishment. Hearing the familiar tune come to life in this world made him feel surprisingly emotional.

Outside the room, his mother quietly stood by the door, listening intently. A smile spread across her face as she nodded along to the melody.

"My son is composing another song... and it's beautiful. I like this one even more than the others," she murmured to herself.

While she loved everything Kaminari wrote, "Blue Bird" resonated with her on a deeper level. It had a timeless charm that her earlier favorites, like "Only My Railgun" and "Hero," didn't quite match.

Inside, Kaminari was completely absorbed in his work. Outside, his mother stood quietly, savoring the music. The atmosphere in the house was serene, the peaceful melody weaving through the air.

"I made the right decision when I encouraged him to learn the guitar," she thought. If she hadn't supported him back then, Kaminari might never have developed his passion for music or created songs like this one.

Eventually, the humming stopped. His mother left with a contented smile, and time moved on.

At 6 p.m., his father returned home, and the family of three gathered around the dining table to enjoy a hearty meal prepared by his mother.

By 7:30, with dessert ready and the dishes cleared, they sat in the living room to watch the latest episode of Pokémon. This had become something of a tradition in their household, a relaxing way to end the week together.

It was a funny sight, really: Kaminari watching himself go on an adventure in another world, while his parents enjoyed the show as much as he did.

Of course, the story had diverged significantly from the version he remembered from his past life. Many of the Pokémon designs and evolutions had changed in ways that felt oddly familiar yet different.

When the episode ended and the credits rolled, Kaminari leaned back, savoring the moment. The ending theme wasn't sung by him this time but by a professional singer from Mitsui Entertainment.

"By the way, son," his dad suddenly said, breaking the silence as he picked up an apple slice from the fruit platter. "Have you thought about where you want to go for your Hero Work-Studies?"

"Even though you faced penalties during the Sports Festival, your performance was still impressive. I'm sure you've gotten plenty of offers."

As a businessman, his father understood how the adult world worked. People didn't just focus on the surface; they looked at potential and long-term value. The Hero agencies were no different, they were businesses too, even if their goals revolved around saving lives and maintaining peace.

Kaminari paused, caught off guard by the question. Truthfully, he hadn't given it much thought. Between training, the Sports Festival, and other responsibilities, it hadn't crossed his mind.

"You don't have to decide right away," his dad continued. "But you should start thinking about the kind of agency you want to join. Professional Heroes specialize in different areas depending on their Quirks, what direction do you want to take?"

Before Kaminari could answer, his mother chimed in with a worried tone.

"Son, please don't choose a combat-heavy agency," she said. "The Sports Festival was one thing, you were only up against other students. But Hero Work-Studies is different. You could end up fighting real villains... dangerous ones."

Her concern was understandable. Even though she had faith in Kaminari's abilities, the thought of him facing life-threatening situations was something no parent could bear easily.

Kaminari gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll think it through carefully before making a decision."

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Kapitel 127: Chapter 126: Blue Bird

It was Sunday, and today Kaminari didn't head to his "base" to practice with Tetsutetsu. He opted for a routine morning jog instead, while Tetsutetsu went off to train on his own.

By afternoon, Kaminari found himself in a recording studio. The sound engineer, Dawu, was bobbing his head to the music, thoroughly enjoying the songs playing in the background as he worked diligently.

Standing behind him were Kaminari's father and the band's manager, Momo. Though less outwardly animated than Dawu, they were clearly just as impressed by the music.

"You said if you could fly,

You would fly far - far into that sky,

And you would set your aim,

On the clouds all around that endless sky,

The moment you break free,

You'll finally find, you'll find all you seek

And it's all waiting there,

In that blue, in that blue sky up above

In that blue, in that blue sky up above"

As Kaminari sang the final line of the song, his voice trailed off as the music came to a close. He looked up, grinned, and gave Dawu an "OK" gesture from behind the soundproof glass. Dawu returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm, both of them letting out a synchronized sigh of relief.

"Finally done…" Kaminari exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

Kyoka, the band's bassist, wiped her forehead dramatically, grinning. "Yeah, no matter how amazing a song is, singing it a dozen times in a row will make you sick of it."

Kaminari chuckled. "True. Even a masterpiece gets old after a while."

Kyoka twirled her bass with a satisfied smirk. "Well, it's easier for me. I'm just playing the bass, I didn't have to sing!"

Kaminari's smile turned mischievous. "Don't get too comfortable. You're up next!"

"What?" Kyoka froze, her eyes wide. "Wait, I have to sing too?"

"Of course," Kaminari said, matter-of-factly.

"You're the lead singer, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah…"

Kaminari smirked. "But who said there can only be one lead singer? I'm the male lead, and you're the female lead. From now on, our band's songs will have two versions: a male version and a female version. And if it suits the song, we'll do duets too!"

The idea had struck him back when he and Kyoka were preparing for the Sports Festival. He'd realized that while his own versions of the songs worked, something was missing—female vocals.

Kyoka hesitated, a mix of embarrassment and excitement crossing her face. "I… I guess that makes sense."

Seeing her enthusiasm starting to grow, Kaminari nodded firmly. "Don't overthink it. We'll record it a few times until you feel comfortable. I'll play the piano for you this time."

Kyoka brightened at his encouragement, nodding with a small smile. "Alright, let's do it!"

Kaminari relayed the plan to Dawu outside the booth, and the team prepared for another round of recording. As Kyoka settled in, Kaminari reassured her.

"It's normal to be nervous your first few times, but trust me, you'll get used to it. And soon enough, you'll be handling this like a pro."

He added with a teasing grin, "Oh, and while you're at it, we should also record a female version of 'Railgun.' Have you seen the fan comments? A lot of people are asking for it."

Outside the booth, Kaminari's father was preparing to leave after spending nearly an hour in the studio. But before leaving, he pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Momo.

"Uncle, what's this?" she asked curiously, taking the card and noticing two lines of text on it.

"This is the login information for Kaminari's Twitter account," he explained with a smile. "You're the band's manager, so from now on, you'll handle this."

Momo blinked in surprise, her expression quickly shifting to one of gratitude. "Thank you! I'll do my best!"

Kaminari's father chuckled, patting her shoulder lightly. "Take care of Kaminari. You're doing great."

He glanced back at the sound booth, where Kaminari was focused intently on his guitar, and muttered softly as he walked away, "Silly kid…"

Another hour passed, and the recording finally wrapped up. Kaminari and Kyoka emerged from the booth, stretching and looking thoroughly exhausted.

"You're finally out," Momo said with a calm smile, pointing to the time on her watch.

"Whoa, it's almost two o'clock!" Kaminari said, rubbing his stomach sheepishly. "No wonder I'm starving."

"Same here," Kyoka added, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Despite the long session, she was clearly in high spirits from the singing.

That's when she noticed the unique design of Momo's watch.

"'Ninetales' peripheral watches?" Kyoka thought, realizing the design wasn't available in stores yet. She glanced down at her bare wrist, a small pang of envy flashing across her face, though she didn't say anything out loud.

"Alright, let's grab some lunch!" Kaminari announced, addressing the group. "It's on me today."

The three of them headed out together, making their way to a nearby shopping street lined with small restaurants.

Kaminari didn't opt for anything fancy, instead choosing a modest spot called Yoshinoya and ordering three regular beef bowls.

It was simple food, but it hit the spot. Whether it was because of the flavor or just their hunger, everyone thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

Interestingly, Momo mentioned that it was her first time trying a beef bowl, which left Kaminari and Kyoka momentarily stunned. Then they quickly remembered, this was normal for someone like Momo.

After finishing their meal, the three stepped outside, the sound of a small bell jingling as they left the restaurant.

"That was delicious," Momo said, smiling contentedly. "I'll have to ask Tajima if he can make this at home."

Her comment made Kaminari and Kyoka exchange amused glances.

At that moment, a sleek black luxury car pulled up to the curb. A chauffeur in a pristine suit stepped out and opened the rear door.

"Miss Momo," the man said politely.

"Already?" Momo sighed softly, clearly reluctant to leave. She gave Kaminari and Kyoka a small wave. "Thanks for today. See you both later!"

As the car drove away, Kyoka watched its departure with a faint smile. "It must be tough sometimes, being the daughter of such a wealthy family," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Kaminari replied, his tone neutral. "Let's go. I'll walk you to the subway station."

With that, the two headed back along the food shopping street, the afternoon sun casting long shadows behind them.

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