Kapitel 208: Chapter 207: Golden Burial!
"Go for it!"
Without hesitation, Kaminari issued the attack order as soon as he saw his familiar opponent.
Shua!
Roughly half of the shimmering "golden sand" that floated in the air detached itself from the defensive formation. Like a sandstorm rolling across a desert, it surged forward with overwhelming force.
At this moment, the robot, detecting the incoming threat, immediately switched to its remote attack mode as pre-programmed.
In simple terms, it deployed its arm-mounted machine guns and rocket launchers.
Whoosh!
Boom!!!
A rocket launched from its thick barrel, slicing through the air before colliding with the advancing wave of golden sand. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves rippling outward, and flames erupted in all directions. The powerful impact blew apart a substantial portion of the golden sand, akin to a boulder crashing into raging waves.
Da-da-da-da-da!
Before the smoke from the explosion could even settle, the robot's machine guns joined the fray. Its eight-barrelled arsenal unleashed a relentless barrage, spraying bullets forward in a storm of metal fury.
"It's working better than I thought," Kaminari muttered to himself as he observed the golden sand encircling him, providing a near-perfect shield. He nodded in satisfaction. "With a system like this, I won't have to drain my energy to deal with small fry or rescue missions…"
Meanwhile, the robot's desperate counterattacks gradually faltered under the unrelenting assault of the "golden sand sea." Soon enough, it was swallowed whole, disappearing into the shimmering, grinding vortex under the watchful eyes of Dr. Tenma.
"'Sand Coffin'—let's go with that as the name for this move from now on," Kaminari decided.
Then, with a playful grin, he issued another command: "Now, try increasing the pressure. Think of it like clenching a fist, tighten it as hard as you can!"
'Pikachu,' the AI system controlling the golden sand, nodded in understanding. Despite its mechanical nature, its earnest response and innocent expression made it appear oddly adorable.
The next moment, the golden sand that wrapped around the robot began to tighten, contracting inward with visible tremors. The sound of metal creaking and snapping echoed faintly from within.
Four or five seconds later, a muffled pop!—reminiscent of a firecracker—emerged from within the compressed sand. As the pressure subsided, wisps of black smoke seeped out through the cracks in the golden grains.
Kaminari's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the sight. He smiled, exuding confidence as he declared, "This move… let's call it 'Golden Burial.'"
Truthfully, his golden sand abilities felt more similar to the fourth Kazekage's "Gold Dust" rather than Gaara's sand. The slight name adjustment seemed fitting.
"Alright, let's keep going! The goal is to finalize the basic skill set today!" Kaminari said eagerly.
However, what Kaminari didn't realize was that Dr. Tenma, standing outside the test chamber, was watching the scene unfold with a complicated mix of emotions—part awe, part admiration.
He had built combat suits for countless people before, from up-and-coming young heroes to seasoned veterans. Yet, he had never encountered someone quite like Kaminari.
"Genius," Tenma murmured to himself, watching Kaminari at work.
Of course, he'd always known that Kaminari was talented, but today had reaffirmed and even expanded his belief in the boy's abilities.
How could anyone come up with such effective and innovative techniques immediately after acquiring a new ability or tool? And not just that, but to wield them with such natural precision and creativity, as though he'd been practicing them for years?
Kaminari didn't seem to need time to develop his abilities, it was as though he was born knowing how to use them.
Over the next two hours, Dr. Tenma's amazement gradually turned to numb acceptance. A creeping sense of foreboding settled over him, as if he were witnessing the rise of a truly extraordinary individual.
"This kid…" Tenma mused to himself, "…might really have the potential to reach All Might's level one day."
Just then, his train of thought was interrupted. On the other side of the transparent glass, he noticed the golden sand in the test chamber beginning to converge. The grains moved quickly, gathering into five spherical shapes that shimmered under the bright lights.
In no time, the golden spheres—now resembling Poké Balls—floated neatly into the holsters attached to Kaminari's waist.
"Done…" Tenma started, but his sharp eyes immediately caught something strange.
"No, wait!"
Kaminari had only put away five Poké Balls, but there was still a considerable amount of golden sand floating in the air.
"What's he planning to do now?"
As Tenma puzzled over this, Kaminari turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes.
"Doctor," Kaminari began casually, "if I remember correctly, 'Pikachu' itself has some combat functionality, right?"
"Yes," Tenma replied, his tone cautious. "We did include some offensive capabilities in its design, but activating those functions will significantly drain the energy crystals."
"That's fine. If we run out, I'll just buy more!" Kaminari said with a carefree shrug.
Ever since he'd learned that the Yaoyorozu family possessed an abundance of energy crystals, the once-precious resource had become little more than a minor expense in his eyes.
Turning back to the AI system, Kaminari smiled warmly. "Alright, Pikachu, let's test your combat abilities next. No need for another robot target—we'll just make one ourselves."
"Pika-pika?" The AI tilted its head, its long ears twitching slightly as it awaited further instructions.
"Here's the plan—"
Bzzzzz!
Kaminari's explanation was abruptly cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket, he saw the caller ID: it was his dad. The ringtone? Kyoka's personalized version of "Railgun."
"Dad? What's up?" Kaminari answered the call.
"Brat!" his father's voice barked angrily through the speaker.
"Do you even know what time it is? Whatever you're doing, drop it and get home immediately! The dinner your mother made is getting cold!"
Before Kaminari could respond, the call abruptly ended.
Staring at the now-blank screen, Kaminari blinked in surprise. Then, glancing at the clock in the corner of the screen, he realized it was already past 6:30 PM.
Calculating the time it would take to get home, plus the time to freshen up, he figured dinner wouldn't start until around 8:00 PM. He frowned slightly, considering telling his parents to eat without him.
But his father's final words echoed in his mind.
They were waiting for him to come home and eat together.
"Alright…" Kaminari sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair in defeat.
He turned to Dr. Tenma and apologized, "Sorry, Doc. Looks like we'll have to cut things short today."
"No need to apologize," Tenma said, shaking his head with a smile. "Today's results far exceeded my expectations. I'm confident the battle suit is ready for use now."
"Thank you, Doctor." Kaminari bowed sincerely before turning to leave.
"Let's go, Pikachu."
The golden AI gathered the remaining sand into its final Poké Ball and placed it into the last empty slot on Kaminari's belt.
As the pair walked out of the research lab, Kaminari glanced at Pikachu, who was trotting obediently by his side.
With a small, amused smile, Kaminari thought to himself, Maybe I should let Pikachu sit on my shoulder. Just like Ash…
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Kapitel 209: Chapter 208: Kaminari’s Omission
At Saitama City's subway station, the evening rush hour was in full swing. A large number of men and women in business attire moved through the station, mingling with junior high and high school students dressed in sports uniforms, clearly just finished with their after-school club activities.
The station was bustling yet orderly—until a sudden commotion erupted.
"Mom, look! Look! It's Kaminari and Pikachu!"
"What?" The young mother followed her son's excited pointing and froze. There, not far away, was a very familiar sight. After a moment of disbelief, she muttered uncertainly, "It has to be cosplay, right?"
This sentiment seemed to ripple through the crowd.
"Yeah, it has to be cosplay. Look how spot-on they look—he even got Pikachu down perfectly."
"Maybe it's a small animatronic or something. It can't really be Pikachu, can it?"
Though everyone had their own theories, one thing was certain: their hands were already reaching for their phones. After all, when you see something this interesting, the instinct to snap pictures or record videos is universal. Without a doubt, these would be posted online for likes, comments, and shares.
"Heh, just as expected…"
Kaminari walked through the station with a smile on his face and Pikachu perched comfortably on his shoulder. The golden creature's ears twitched occasionally as its round head turned to scan the curious onlookers. Naturally, a growing crowd trailed behind them.
As someone who had grown used to attention as a rising star, Kaminari didn't mind the stares and whispers. If anything, he welcomed them. It was part of the territory now.
"Once Momo finishes her 'Nine-Tails' project, we can totally have a Pokémon battle," he murmured to himself, excitement bubbling at the thought. Just imagining it was enough to make his heart race.
"All those childhood dreams… looks like I'll get to live them all out in this life."
Kaminari felt a surge of satisfaction. For a fleeting moment, he reflected on his good fortune.
"Sure, it would've been cool to land in something like 'Marvel,' 'Naruto,' or 'One Piece,' but honestly? This world—this strange, super-powered world is perfect for me."
It was a thought that came from the depths of his heart.
"Yeah… life's not so bad."
Soon enough, Kaminari arrived home. As expected, his parents hadn't started dinner without him. But instead of the scolding he had braced himself for, his father's voice was calm and direct:
"Go wash up and get ready for dinner."
His mother chimed in with a warm smile. "It's good you're back. I'll reheat the food."
Without any complaints or guilt-tripping, she turned toward the kitchen to get busy. This simple kindness made Kaminari pause. A sense of guilt and gratitude washed over him as he made a mental note: from now on, no matter where he went, he'd make sure to let his parents know beforehand. And he'd try not to stay out so late again.
An amusing moment followed when his parents finally noticed Pikachu. Their surprise was palpable. After all, who wouldn't be shocked to see a fictional creature brought to life so vividly?
It wasn't until the night wore on that they finally adjusted to Pikachu's presence. By bedtime, it was as if they'd gotten a new pet—albeit a very unusual one.
Before Kaminari headed to bed, his father gave him one last piece of advice:
"Listen, son. Now that you've got the combat suit back, don't think you can let your guard down. You're going to attract attention, dangerous attention. Some people will go to any lengths for something like this. So, don't go out alone. Always stay alert."
Kaminari nodded, fully understanding the weight of his father's words.
Still, deep down, he wasn't particularly worried. He had power now—real, tangible power. If someone came looking for trouble, it wouldn't be certain who'd walk away unscathed.
As for laws or consequences? Well, if it came down to life or death, what choice would there be? Kaminari grinned faintly at the thought, flexing his fingers as faint sparks of electricity danced between them.
---
The next morning, Kaminari dressed for school as usual, donning his neatly pressed U.A. uniform. On his back was a school bag themed around Pikachu, and on his shoulder sat the real thing, its little head swaying side to side as they prepared to leave.
"Dad, make sure you and Mom go to the Midnight Office with Mr. Snatch this afternoon," Kaminari instructed before heading out. "It'll be safer to watch live rather than relying on a broadcast. Oh, and take a couple of Hero assistants with you—it'll be hard for Mr. Snatch to protect both of you on his own."
His father raised an eyebrow at the serious tone. "You think we need you to remind us about that? Don't worry about us, we'll handle ourselves."
Then his expression softened slightly. "You're the one who needs to be careful, son. Don't forget—you're their main target."
Kaminari shrugged off the warning with a casual wave. "Got it. I'll see you later."
With that, Kaminari stepped out the door, Pikachu perched firmly on his shoulder. His parents stood in the doorway, watching him go with worried expressions.
"Do you think we made the right decision letting him pursue Hero work?" his mother asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
His father sighed. "It doesn't matter if it was right or wrong. We've passed the point of no return. The only thing left is to trust him and keep moving forward. And believe me, he'll make it. He always does."
---
Meanwhile, Kaminari was making his way to the subway station. The streets were bustling with students heading to school, and his appearance—especially with Pikachu in tow—inevitably drew attention.
"Is that Kaminari?"
"Whoa, is that a real Pikachu?!"
Exclamations and whispers followed him wherever he went. The sight of Pikachu perched on his shoulder, animated and lifelike, had captivated everyone.
What Kaminari didn't realize was that footage of him bringing Pikachu home last night had already been uploaded to social media—and it was going viral.
At the subway entrance, a familiar voice called out.
"Kaminari! Why didn't you show up for morning practice today?"
Kaminari turned to see Tetsutetsu approaching, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.
"Hey, what's that?" Tetsutetsu pointed directly at Pikachu. "Is that… Pikachu?!"
The golden creature blinked at Tetsutetsu before raising a tiny paw.
"Pika! Pika-pika!"
It greeted Tetsutetsu cheerfully, waving like an old friend.
"Come on, we'll talk as we walk. If we stand around here, we're going to get mobbed," Kaminari said, clapping Tetsutetsu on the shoulder.
As they entered the subway station, Tetsutetsu fell into step beside him.
"Morning practice was great, by the way. You missed out," Tetsutetsu teased. "What's this 'new thing' you were going to show us? Is it your combat suit?"
"Yeah, about that…" Kaminari nodded, but then abruptly stopped walking.
His expression froze.
"What's wrong?" Tetsutetsu asked, concerned.
Nearby, a group of students had also stopped, curious about Kaminari's sudden pause. Pikachu tilted its head, looking up at Kaminari in confusion.
"Forgot… I completely forgot!" Kaminari groaned, clapping his hands in frustration.
"Forgot what?" Tetsutetsu pressed.
"I forgot to tell Dr. Tenma about Kyoka's combat suit!"
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