Kapitel 181: Chapter 180: The Experience of Midoriya

"Good question!"

Kaminari clapped his hands in approval and explained with a grin, "It's simple. Just temporarily shut off the 'sound vents' that aren't needed."

"But how would the battle suit know which 'sound vents' to close or open based on Kyoka's needs?"

Tetsutetsu's excitement was palpable now, as though he'd finally caught up to Kaminari's level of thinking. He was eager to find a flaw in Kaminari's plan.

"Uh…"

To be honest, Kaminari hadn't fully considered this issue. The concept was still in its early stages, so naturally, there were important details he had yet to figure out.

"It's fine! At worst, we could just add more plug sockets. For instance, if you wanted to use a speaker on your foot, you'd plug it into a socket near the heel or something…"

Kyoka, noticing Kaminari's deep frown, quickly offered a practical solution. Though it wasn't perfect, she was trying to help him work through the issue.

"Well, that could work," Tetsutetsu agreed, scratching the back of his head, his white hair sticking up. "But it's a little inconvenient, and you'd have to give up the smaller sound vents entirely."

"Kyoka's idea is doable," Kaminari said, analyzing it aloud, "but it would rely heavily on your ability to control the headphone jacks flexibly. Plus, you'd need to multitask during combat..."

He paused, his mind still searching for alternatives. Something about this solution just didn't sit right with him.

"There has to be a better way... I know there is!"

Though he wasn't sure where his certainty came from, Kaminari was convinced that there was a perfect solution to the battle suit's control problem.

"But what could it be…"

Lost in thought, Kaminari fell silent. Seeing him so focused, both Kyoka and Tetsutetsu decided not to disturb him, quietly waiting for him to speak again.

Meanwhile, the clock ticked closer to 7:00 a.m. Soon, Midoriya and Bakugo—both of whom lived far away from the school would likely arrive. Even Iida, who lived in Tokyo, was probably already on his way, given how seriously he took his responsibilities as class representative.

The classroom clock now pointed to seven sharp.

"Yes!!!"

A sudden, triumphant cheer erupted in the room. Kaminari leapt to his feet, breaking the silence with excitement.

"Huh?"

Kyoka and Tetsutetsu exchanged confused glances but chose to wait for Kaminari to explain.

"The solution is artificial intelligence!"

Standing by the window, sunlight streaming behind him, Kaminari turned to face Kyoka with a confident smile.

"Artificial intelligence?!"

Both Kyoka and Tetsutetsu were stunned. They mulled it over for a moment before realizing it might actually work but then Tetsutetsu raised a valid concern.

"Where would you even get another AI? Even if you could, wouldn't it be ridiculously expensive? We couldn't possibly afford something like that."

Tetsutetsu was well aware of the AI in Kaminari's own battle suit—Pikachu—which had been gifted to him by Mitsui Buntais as thanks for saving his life. That kind of cutting-edge technology would cost a fortune if sold on the market. Only governments, massive corporations, or research institutions could afford something like that.

"We don't need to find another one!" Kaminari said with a smirk. "We'll just use mine!"

"What?!" Tetsutetsu exclaimed, completely floored.

"Wait—you have artificial intelligence?!"

"Hold on, that's not the issue! Even if you do, I can't take it!" Kyoka suddenly stood up, waving her hands in panic. While she appreciated Kaminari's generosity, she didn't want something so valuable, it felt too extravagant.

"AI like that is priceless!"

"I... I also think this might not be appropriate…" Tetsutetsu chimed in hesitantly, glancing between Kyoka and Kaminari.

"No, no, you've got it wrong!" Kaminari waved his hands dismissively, trying to suppress a laugh. "I'm not giving Pikachu to Kyoka! I'm saying we can share it!"

"Share it?"

Both Kyoka and Tetsutetsu froze, looking equally baffled.

"Yeah. With the processing power AI like Pikachu has, it should easily be able to manage an additional battle suit."

Kaminari turned to Kyoka and added seriously, "If you trust me, we can upload Pikachu's control program into your battle suit and let it handle everything."

He was clearly proud of his solution, convinced it was the perfect answer to the problem. After all, AI like Skynet from Terminator or Ultron from Avengers had demonstrated the ability to manage thousands of robots simultaneously. If Pikachu couldn't handle just two battle suits, it would only mean that Pikachu wasn't a real AI.

"That's... actually a great idea!"

Though this matter didn't directly involve Tetsutetsu, he was genuinely happy for Kyoka. He flashed her a big thumbs-up.

"Really…"

Kyoka hesitated for a moment, then nodded. But neither Kaminari nor Tetsutetsu noticed the subtle change in her expression, a mix of gratitude and something else.

"So, are you okay with my Pikachu managing your battle suit?"

Though Kaminari was confident in his plan, he asked the question seriously. After all, a battle suit was deeply tied to the user's safety, and such a decision couldn't be taken lightly.

"Of course!"

Kyoka nodded solemnly. She had no objections—in fact, she liked the idea of Pikachu being in charge of her battle suit. It made her feel… safe.

"Wow, you guys are here early—Kyoka, Kaminari, Tetsutetsu!"

The classroom door suddenly swung open, revealing Midoriya, who greeted them in his usual gentle tone. Behind him, Uraraka followed closely.

"Huh? What happened to you, Midoriya?"

Kaminari raised an eyebrow, noticing how beaten up Midoriya looked. His nose and neck were covered in bandages, and his right eye had a distinct bruise around it, giving him the appearance of someone who'd been through a serious fight.

"Did the Hero Killer do this?!"

Tetsutetsu shot to his feet, visibly alarmed. "Was that message you sent in the class group actually a distress call?"

At the time, the Hero Killer incident in Hosu City wasn't widely known, so Tetsutetsu naturally assumed the worst. His words caused Kaminari to frown, especially at the mention of the Hero Killer, it stirred a strange feeling in him.

"Uh, no. These injuries are from training with Gran Torino," Midoriya explained awkwardly. "It has nothing to do with the Hero Killer."

Though he'd already explained this to Uraraka on their way to school, Midoriya patiently repeated himself.

"Training? Training left you looking like this?" Kaminari asked, incredulous.

"Yeah…"

Midoriya reached up to pull a stray thread from his messy hair. After a moment of hesitation, he added with a complicated expression, "Pretty much."

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Kapitel 182: Chapter 181: Tokoyami’s Depression

The arrival of Midoriya and Uraraka seemed to spark a ripple effect, as the classroom door began sliding open repeatedly.

With the arrivals of Todoroki, Tokoyami, Iida, and others, the classroom, which had been eerily silent for the past seven days, started to buzz with energy once again.

To put it simply, the atmosphere was becoming lively.

Especially when girls like Momo, Ashido, Asui, and Hagakure entered, the class felt even more vibrant. They enthusiastically shared their "workplace experiences," frequently breaking into laughter at one another's stories.

Unsurprisingly, the loudest voice among them was Ashido, whose exuberance lit up the room.

On the other side, the boys' focus was primarily on Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki. After all, their internship experiences had been undeniably intense and thrilling.

"Thank goodness you're all okay! Just hearing about it is terrifying!"

Kirishima exclaimed, his voice tinged with relief as he looked at the trio.

"Indeed, I was really worried about you all during that time," Momo added, though her gaze flickered briefly toward Kaminari before returning to Midoriya and the others.

In her heart, she thought, If we're talking about danger, Kaminari's experience was probably even scarier. If it weren't for Aizawa-sensei's guidance, Kaminari and his family might have been in serious trouble.

But Momo was careful not to voice this thought aloud. She had noticed that Kaminari hadn't mentioned anything about his ordeal to the others, so she wisely chose not to bring it up.

"I heard Endeavor saved you, right?" Ojiro asked, his voice breaking the momentary silence.

"That's amazing! He really deserves to be No. 2!" Hagakure chimed in enthusiastically. Her invisible figure made her voice the only clue to her presence.

"Yeah, he saved us," Todoroki confirmed after exchanging a brief glance with Midoriya and Iida.

Hearing Todoroki's calm acknowledgment, both Midoriya and Iida smiled, visibly relieved.

"Yeah, we made it out thanks to him."

"But where's Bakugo? Isn't he usually one of the first to arrive?"

Kirishima, Bakugo's closest friend, glanced at the door in confusion just as it slid open again.

The person entering was indeed Bakugo, but his entrance sucked all the warmth and energy out of the room like a gust of icy wind.

He walked toward his seat with a thunderous expression, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Bang!

The sound of his bag hitting the desk was loud enough to make everyone flinch in surprise. Then, as if on cue, the classroom erupted into laughter, louder and more unrestrained than it had been all morning.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are you serious?! What even is that hairstyle?!"

Even the usually composed Momo, Uraraka, and Kyoka couldn't hold back their laughter, their faces red as they doubled over.

Kaminari blinked, trying to suppress his own smile, and leaned toward Kirishima. "What's going on? What happened to Bakugo?" he whispered.

"It's so noisy! Shut up! Stop laughing!!"

Bakugo's mood, already sour and embarrassed, quickly turned into outright fury as the laughter grew louder. His face was practically steaming with anger.

"That idiot stylist messed with my hair! I don't even know what they used, but no matter how much I wash it, it won't go back to normal!"

He was practically shaking with rage, his fists clenched tightly.

"And I swear, I've washed it over a dozen times! I've tried everything—hot water, cold water, even white vinegar!"

But no matter what he did, the ridiculous hairstyle remained intact, and his frustration had delayed him that morning. Before coming to class, he had washed his hair twice more, refusing to give up.

"You didn't sleep last night either, huh?" Kaminari thought, holding back a laugh.

"Don't laugh! I'll kill you if you do!!"

Bakugo's threats were met with even more laughter, particularly from Kirishima, Sero, and Tetsutetsu, who were in tears at this point.

"If you've got the guts, go ahead and try it!" Sero taunted between fits of laughter.

"What did you just say, you idiot?!"

BOOM!

As if on instinct, Bakugo's temper exploded, sending an audible blast through the air. But in the process, he angrily ran his hands through his hair and miraculously, it sprang back to its usual spiky mess.

"Whoa! It's back to normal!"

Kirishima pointed at Bakugo, and the classroom erupted into even louder laughter. Even Kaminari couldn't hold back anymore, doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

This guy really has some comedic talent, Kaminari thought, his laughter subsiding as he noticed someone sitting quietly nearby. He turned to Tokoyami, who had been uncharacteristically silent through all the chaos.

"Hey, how about you? You went to Hawks' agency, right?" Kaminari asked, genuinely curious. Hawks had been one of his top internship choices as well, so he wondered what Tokoyami had learned.

Tokoyami looked up at him, his expression unreadable.

"No," he said flatly. "He didn't teach me anything. I spent the entire week following Hawks around, handling his paperwork and follow-ups."

His tone betrayed no emotion, but the frustration in his words was clear.

Kaminari blinked in surprise. "Huh… really? Nothing at all?"

The idea baffled him. Even if Hawks hadn't actively taught Tokoyami, surely observing such a high-ranking Pro Hero in action would've been a learning experience.

What Kaminari didn't realize was that Hawks had been so fast during operations that by the time Tokoyami and the other assistants arrived on the scene, everything was already over. All that was left was cleanup.

For seven days straight, Tokoyami had done nothing but try to keep up with Hawks, only to arrive too late each time. Despite his efforts, he hadn't been able to witness a single battle.

It wasn't for lack of trying, Tokoyami had worked hard, but hard work didn't always lead to results. The reality of the situation was harsh, and it left him feeling disheartened.

"Well…" Kaminari started to say something, but before he could continue, the classroom door slid open again.

Everyone instinctively straightened up and rushed back to their seats as though their Quirks had activated a "teleportation" function.

"Good morning, sensei!"

"Good morning…"

Aizawa entered the room, his tired eyes scanning the class as he walked toward the podium. With his steady, deliberate footsteps, U.A. High School's Class 1-A returned to its usual order. Morning lessons were about to begin.