Chapitre 42: Chapter 41: Tetsutetsu’s Future

Honestly I am so tired of you guys complaining about every little thing, Why is his Quirk still limited? Why is he so weak? Why is he creating Pokémon? Why hasn't he developed so so so ability even after nine years of training? Why hasn't he done this, why hasn't he done that. Can we all just take a breath and see where the story is going? The MC is still growing, and his upper limits will definitely increase as the story progresses. If you're expecting an overpowered main character from the start, this fanfic probably isn't for you.

And at the end of the day, I'm just translating this so take a chill pill.

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Early the next morning, Kaminari met Tetsutetsu at the entrance of the subway station as planned, and the two headed off to U.A. High School in Shizuoka Prefecture together. This time, no one was driving them.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Kaminari asked as soon as he sat down, frowning at Tetsutetsu, who was sitting across from him. "Did you get into a fight after school yesterday?"

It was hard not to make that assumption based on Tetsutetsu's current appearance. Not only did he have a band-aid on his nose, but there was another one peeking out from the cuff of his sleeve.

"Uh… well, haha, it's nothing serious!" Tetsutetsu scratched the back of his head, glancing sheepishly out the window. "I wasn't fighting anyone. It's just that my training with Mr. Daimon was a bit intense yesterday. I wasn't paying attention during one of the throws, and I ended up landing on my face…"

He inwardly sighed, thinking to himself how embarrassing it was to be distracted during practice, trying to analyze Mr. Daimon's moves while being tossed around like a rag doll.

Trying to steer the conversation away from himself, he quickly asked, "Forget about me, what happened to your glove? You used to always wear it."

Kaminari shrugged, sensing that Tetsutetsu didn't want to delve into the details. Everyone had secrets they preferred to keep, after all.

"I sent it to I-Island for some upgrades," he said casually. "I wanted to add a few more features."

"Like what, the ability to play music?" Tetsutetsu asked, half-jokingly. He hadn't forgotten the scene during the practical exam when Kaminari used the glove to blast an electromagnetic cannon while a rock soundtrack played in the background. That was a moment not easily forgotten especially for the person being launched through the air.

"Yeah, among other things," Kaminari replied, nodding without any hesitation. It was clear that he didn't think there was anything odd about having a built-in BGM function. Or perhaps he knew it was unconventional but just didn't care.

"Speaking of which…" Kaminari suddenly closed the book on electromagnetism he'd been reading and leaned forward. "I've been thinking about your Quirk, and I might have some ideas that could help you out."

"Really? Tell me!" Tetsutetsu perked up immediately, looking at Kaminari with hopeful eyes. At this point, he basically considered Kaminari his unofficial Quirk advisor.

"Well… before I get into that, do you know who Kirishima Eijiro is in our class?" Kaminari asked.

Tetsutetsu's expression soured at the mention of the name. "Of course, I know him. His Quirk overlaps with mine, and it looks like he's aiming to be the hardest Hero around."

Clenching his fists, he declared, "Hmph, I'll show him! There's going to be a massive gap between us—an unscalable mountain. And that mountain is me, the future 'Colossus!'"

Kaminari sighed. The sudden burst of enthusiasm seemed a bit over-the-top. "I'm sure you'll get stronger, no doubt. But if we're being honest, when it comes to sheer hardness, I think Kirishima's Quirk might have the edge over your steel."

"What?! That's impossible!" Tetsutetsu exclaimed, clearly shaken. He had always believed that his Quirk was top-tier in terms of toughness. Of course, after meeting Kaminari, he had been forced to reconsider his position somewhat, but still, this was a hard pill to swallow.

"Calm down and hear me out," Kaminari said, patting Tetsutetsu on the arm. The outburst had drawn a few glances from the surrounding passengers, so it was best not to cause a scene.

"Hmph," Tetsutetsu grunted, sitting back down with a defiant look, as if daring Kaminari to prove his point.

"Alright," Kaminari began, suppressing a smile. "Here's the thing. Kirishima's Quirk is called 'Hardening.' He can harden his skin either globally or locally. While that might sound similar to your 'Steel,' I'm not talking about the similarities but rather the potential upper limits. Your Quirk's limit is defined—steel has a fixed hardness. But for Kirishima, it seems like there isn't an obvious cap on how hard he can get."

"Of course, I'm not saying that his hardening is 'limitless,' but I'm guessing that his upper threshold is higher than yours. If that's the case, the gap might not be noticeable now, but as you both continue to grow, you might find it becoming more apparent."

Tetsutetsu was silent, trying to process Kaminari's words. Although much of what Kaminari was saying was speculation, it wasn't entirely unfounded. He couldn't deny the logic behind it, even if he didn't want to accept it.

"If… if what you're saying is true, then what can I do about it?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Kaminari grinned. "I have an idea, though I can't guarantee it'll work." He didn't see guessing as a bad thing—in fact, many scientific breakthroughs started with a hypothesis. And considering they were only fifteen, they had the luxury of trial and error. Even if they failed, the experience would be invaluable.

Tetsutetsu's gaze stayed fixed on Kaminari, waiting for his friend to continue.

"Your first step is to focus on 'shaping,'" Kaminari said.

"Shaping?" Tetsutetsu repeated, puzzled.

"Yeah," Kaminari explained. "Look at your hands when you use your Quirk." He pointed at Tetsutetsu's iron-covered fingers. "Notice how they're slightly sharper now? And the way your hair hardens—it becomes like metal spikes."

Tetsutetsu looked at his hands, then touched his stiff, metallic hair. "You're right… they do look sharper."

"So," Kaminari continued, "I'm wondering if your Quirk has hidden passive abilities related to shaping and sharpness. If your fingers and hair can take on sharper forms, why not other parts of your body? With the right training, you might be able to consciously shape different parts of your body, turning a passive effect into an active ability."

Tetsutetsu's eyes widened. If that were true, it would open up a whole new world of possibilities for his Quirk. "You mean, I could turn my entire arm or leg into a blade?" he asked, excitement creeping into his voice.

"Exactly!" Kaminari nodded. "Start by focusing on the changes you feel in your fingers when you activate your Quirk. Compare that sensation to other parts of your body. Once you can identify the difference, try to apply that feeling elsewhere."

Kaminari knew that in this world, Quirks were closely linked to the body's natural functions. Just as athletes could learn to control individual muscle groups, it made sense that someone could learn to manipulate the unique aspects of their Quirk with enough practice.

"If Tetsutetsu actually manages to pull this off, we might need to come up with a new hero name for him… Blade Man? Iron Slicer?" Kaminari thought, grinning at the prospect.

His old habit of brainstorming hero names had returned.

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Chapitre 43: Chapter 42 Pikachu Band!

"Kaminari!"

As Kaminari and the preoccupied Tetsutetsu walked into Class 1-A, Yaoyorozu Momo, who had just arrived and hung her expensive schoolbag on the hook beside her desk, called out to them.

"Good morning, Yaoyorozu-san!" Kaminari greeted her with a smile, waving as he walked to his seat. After greeting a few other classmates, he pulled a sealed file folder from his Pikachu-themed backpack, a product made by his family's company.

"What's this?" Yaoyorozu, who looked as polished as always, accepted the folder from Kaminari, her expression curious.

"It's some suggestions and theories I put together for the development of your Quirk," Kaminari explained. "I thought it might be helpful. Take a look when you have time."

"Ah? Oh! Thank you, thank you!" Yaoyorozu's face lit up with surprise and gratitude. The folder felt substantial in her hands, and it was clear there was a lot of content inside. She immediately understood that Kaminari had put a lot of thought and effort into this.

As the eldest daughter of the Yaoyorozu family, one of Japan's wealthiest and most influential families Momo had always been surrounded by support. Even before she was born, a team of Quirk researchers had been preparing for her potential Quirk development. Once she awakened her Quirk, "Creation," the experts in her family developed a detailed training plan for her, based on a thorough analysis of her abilities.

Her extensive knowledge wasn't just due to her own hard work; the resources and guidance provided by her family played a significant role. In fact, it was the analysis team's recognition of "Creation's" potential that had led her to pursue a path in the Hero Course. Otherwise, as a member of such a prestigious family, a career in business management would have been a more traditional choice.

Because of this background, the analysis and suggestions Kaminari prepared might not hold much technical value compared to the advice from professional researchers. But that didn't lessen the importance she placed on this folder. It was the first genuine, thoughtful gift she had received at U.A., and the sentiment behind it meant a lot to her.

"This is a token of appreciation for helping me," Yaoyorozu thought to herself, clutching the file tightly. "I need to keep it safe."

Kaminari noticed how carefully she took the folder and felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew full well that the Yaoyorozu family had their own experts, and his analysis might not be groundbreaking for her. But he had still spent two hours compiling it.

Was it a waste of time? Maybe. Was it pointless? He didn't think so.

Many people hesitate to give gifts they've made themselves, worrying if they are practical or valuable enough. Kaminari believed that a gift's value wasn't just about its utility or price; it was about the thought behind it. Even if his suggestions weren't particularly useful, he was confident that Yaoyorozu would appreciate the gesture.

Besides, as a time traveler, who's to say his insights didn't hold some worth?

After four regular classes, Kaminari noticed something odd. Jiro, who usually came up to chat during breaks, seemed hesitant and kept stopping herself from saying something. This continued until lunch.

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"Wow, this Mapo tofu is amazing!" Kaminari exclaimed as he savored a bite of the spicy, flavorful dish in U.A.'s bustling cafeteria. "

He had underestimated U.A.'s culinary offerings. As a top-tier school, they certainly didn't cut corners, and the prices were astonishingly affordable. "Only 1,000 yen for a plate of spicy tofu? That's practically a steal!" he thought, comparing it to the cost of dining at a Chinese restaurant outside.

"Kaminari-kun, do you really like spicy food that much?" Yaoyorozu asked, surprised as she watched him devour the fiery red tofu. She couldn't imagine eating something that spicy.

Even Tetsutetsu and Jiro, who were familiar with Kaminari's tastes, looked on with curious expressions. Spicy food wasn't exactly common fare for most Japanese people.

"Yeah, I love it," Kaminari admitted with a grin, scooping another bite onto his spoon. "But it's pretty pricey outside, so I only get to enjoy it once in a while."

Seeing how much he enjoyed it, they decided not to comment further. After all, personal tastes varied, and it wasn't worth making a big deal out of.

"Um… Kaminari," Jiro finally spoke up, setting her water glass down nervously. "I… I wanted to talk to you about something."

Kaminari raised an eyebrow, sensing that this was the reason behind her odd behavior all morning. "I thought something was off with you today. You're not acting like the usual cool Kyoka I know. Alright, go ahead. What's on your mind?"

Jiro hesitated again but then took a deep breath. "Well, you know how I mentioned before that I really like your music…"

"Yeah?" Kaminari nodded, still unsure of where this was going.

"Hey, don't interrupt!" Jiro snapped, her voice rising slightly in frustration.

"Pfft—" Kaminari burst out laughing, catching Jiro off guard. She glared at him, annoyed. "What's so funny?"

"I'm just glad to see the Kyoka I know is back," he said, his smile not fading.

Jiro felt her tension ease at Kaminari's teasing tone, and her expression softened. For some reason, seeing his relaxed smile made her feel a bit more confident. "I can play rock, too, you know. I'm pretty good with the bass, guitar, and even the keyboard. So… I was wondering if… you'd be interested in jamming together sometime?"

She blurted out her words in one breath, her voice louder than usual, drawing the attention of some other students nearby.

"Sure!" Kaminari agreed immediately, not missing a beat. "Actually, why don't we form a band?"

"Wait, what?!" Jiro stared at him in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to be so enthusiastic or to take the conversation in this direction. It wasn't what she'd pictured in her head.

Nearby, a few of their classmates, including Yaoyorozu, Tetsutetsu, Midoriya, and Todoroki, couldn't help but listen in with curiosity.

"Yeah!" Kaminari continued, his eyes bright with excitement. "I even thought of a band name. How about we call ourselves the 'Pikachu Band'? And I've already got an idea for our first single!"