Chapitre 121: Chapter 120: Prepare To Develop New Strategies

As soon as Kaminari stepped through the front door of his home, he was greeted by the warm and familiar aroma of his mother's secret miso soup. The comforting scent instantly melted away the tension in his body and mind.

"My son is home!"

His father, seated in the living room, was the first to notice him. At his call, Kaminari's mother quickly emerged from the kitchen, her face lighting up with joy.

"Dear son!"

Before Kaminari could respond, his mother was already fussing over him, checking his arms and face as though she expected to find hidden injuries.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere? Let me see!"

"Mom, I'm fine!" Kaminari assured her with a laugh, raising his hands in surrender. "I didn't get hurt at all, and even if I did, we have Recovery Girl at school. There's nothing to worry about!"

Though his words were meant to reassure her, Kaminari didn't mind the attention. In fact, he welcomed it. Having grown up as an orphan in his previous life, moments like this being doted on by a loving parent were something he'd dreamed of for years.

"Come, son!" his mother said, taking his arm and pulling him toward the kitchen. "I bought a whole chicken on the way home and stewed it for hours. You need to replenish your energy after such a long day!"

"Wow, chicken soup!" Kaminari exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

"Here, drink it while it's still warm," his mother urged, placing a bowl in front of him. "You must have used up so much energy at the festival today."

As she hovered over him, her concern was evident in every movement. She had been at the festival in person and had watched Kaminari's disqualification unfold. To see her hardworking, kind son treated this way, it had been heartbreaking for her.

Still, she said nothing about it at the dinner table. She wanted to move on, for Kaminari's sake. So, the topic was avoided entirely, and the family instead enjoyed the steaming chicken soup and tender meat together.

They talked about other things instead. Kaminari mentioned the new song he'd be recording with Kyoka in a few days and his plans to create special merchandise for Momo.

His father nodded approvingly. "The recording studio is always open to you and your band. Let me know if you need anything else for the song."

As for the merchandise, his father didn't seem fazed. "I'll make a few calls to the company later. It shouldn't be a problem. Considering it's for Yaoyorozu's family, we'll make sure it's perfect."

"By the way, I've got some news for you too," his father added, wiping his hands with a napkin after finishing his meal. "Your Twitter account just passed 300,000 followers—and it's climbing fast!"

"Twitter?" Kaminari blinked, confused. "I don't remember making an account. Aren't I just using MTV Japan's platform for updates?"

"I set it up for you a while back," his father explained. "MTV is a music site, not a social network. I figured it'd be good for you to have a proper account, so I hired someone to manage it for you."

"Well… thanks, I guess," Kaminari said, scratching the back of his head. It wasn't something he'd thought much about, but it made sense.

After dinner, Kaminari's father sent him the account credentials. Meanwhile, Kaminari's mother happily cleared the table, pleased to see her son eat so well.

Kaminari, for his part, headed to his room. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he logged onto Twitter to check things out for himself.

As expected, the follower count was impressive, sitting just shy of 300,000. The comments section was overflowing, mostly with messages of support for Kaminari after the festival.

Curious, he scrolled through the top comments with the most likes:

A Veteran of Corgi: "The real winner of this year's U.A. Sports Festival is Kaminari Denki! I'm holding back my frustration!" – 41,000 likes

Mr. Okarun: "The first-ever contestant to be disqualified for being too strong. Is this for real?" – 16,000 likes

Snow Peas Invited by the Monkey: "+1 to the above comments, but I just want to say the 'Brave Heart' song at the opening ceremony was amazing!" – 13,000 likes

Mechanical Knife: "But I need to know—what's the deal between Kaminari and Jiro? Any thoughts?" – 5,888 likes

Kaminari chuckled at the variety of responses. Most of the comments were positive, and even the few odd ones weren't too bad.

Deciding to post something himself, Kaminari typed out his first tweet:

"Hi everyone, it's Kaminari Denki here! Sorry for the delay in saying hello—I only just found out about this account. Thanks so much for your support and love. I've got some exciting news: my new single 'Blue Bird' will be out next Monday on MTV Japan. Hope you'll check it out!"

Satisfied, he shut off the computer and climbed into bed.

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Despite how exhausted he was, Kaminari's internal clock woke him up before five in the morning, as always.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his mind wandering. Memories from his past life and this one flashed before him in a quiet montage.

For the first time, he realized just how much he'd changed since his rebirth. His days were filled with studying, training, and chasing goals he never would've dreamed of in his previous life.

"I'm… not the same person anymore," he thought, a strange mix of emotions washing over him.

An image came to mind: the old man who had changed his life. Kaminari could still see his kind smile and the wrinkles etched across his face. "Who are you?" he wondered.

"Pika pika pikachu! Pika pika pikachu!!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the cheerful sound of his Pikachu alarm clock. It had been a while since he'd actually heard it—he was usually up before it went off.

"Time to get moving," he muttered, taking a deep breath before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Today, he'd head to Omiya Park to start working on some of the ideas he'd come up with during the sports festival.

As Kaminari opened the curtains, the morning sunlight spilled into his room, warm and welcoming.

"I need to develop a way to attack from long range without relying on external objects," he murmured to himself, determination hardening in his chest.

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Chapitre 122: Chapter 121: Multiple Electromagnetic Guns!

At 5:30 in the morning, the crisp chill of dawn lingered in the air.

Kaminari arrived at Omiya Park once again, his usual training ground. However, it was rare for him not to run into Midnight. She was always earlier than him, but today she was nowhere to be seen.

Thankfully, he hadn't come here for a morning jog this time. Instead, he headed straight to his "secret base."

The place remained unchanged. A small open clearing surrounded by cracked mounds, a sun umbrella shading a makeshift plastic table and chairs, and a Pikachu alarm clock sitting nearby, it all looked just as it did yesterday.

"Alright," Kaminari muttered as he stood in the center of the clearing, taking a deep breath of the fresh jungle air. The coolness washed away the last remnants of his drowsiness.

"God Speed, activate!"

As he murmured those words, a faint crackling sound echoed through the clearing. It wasn't loud, and the occasional chirping of distant birds was much more noticeable.

"Good, let's warm up first."

Kaminari used his "God Speed" technique to let the electric current stimulate his muscles, essentially massaging his body into readiness.

This method of warming up was undoubtedly more efficient than jogging, and Kaminari couldn't help but appreciate the convenience it provided.

"Now, let's figure out what to focus on today," he thought, standing still as the gentle currents worked through his body.

The first step was recalling the shortcomings from yesterday's events.

"During the obstacle course, I was at a disadvantage because I couldn't fly. The second and third sections really slowed me down. Compared to someone like Bakugo, I was stuck dealing with more obstacles than necessary," Kaminari mused, narrowing his eyes.

"Learning how to fly stably has to be one of my priorities moving forward."

But he shook his head and refocused. "No... what's even more important is how reliant I am on external objects. That's a huge problem. It held me back in the cavalry battle and during the one-on-one matches. I need to fix that first."

Pulling a coin from his pocket, Kaminari studied it closely, lost in thought.

"Electromagnetic guns will always require a physical carrier. That's just the nature of the technique—after all, even Misaka Mikoto couldn't bypass this limitation..."

His gaze sharpened. "But... what if I didn't need to use my hands?"

He began thinking through the mechanics. "The principle behind the railgun isn't that complicated. By forming a spiral arc of electricity around my arm, I generate a magnetic field. That field becomes the electromagnetic track, and then I use a high-voltage shock to launch the projectile."

"But what if I could create that magnetic field in mid-air, controlling the coin with electromagnetic force before firing it?"

To test his idea, Kaminari flicked the coin into the air. A faint current from his "high-speed movement" state surrounded it, wrapping the coin in golden electricity.

"Bzzzzz..."

The coin hovered in mid-air, held steady under Kaminari's control. The electromagnetic force linking it to his palm was visible, a subtle golden thread of energy.

"Controlling the coin isn't hard," Kaminari muttered, his focus sharpening. "The tricky part is creating a magnetic field around it without direct contact."

He increased the intensity of the current in his arm, and a linear burst of electricity surged toward the coin. Sparks danced as the electric field around the coin expanded, forming a glowing golden ring coil in the air.

"Crack!"

The next moment, the coin disappeared in a flash of light.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the coin shot forward like a beam of golden energy, piercing through the mound in front of him. A clean, circular hole smoldered in its wake.

Kaminari blinked in surprise, staring at his raised hand.

"Wait... Did that actually work?" he asked himself, astonished. "It didn't even feel that difficult. I just needed to focus a bit more, definitely easier than firing it with my hands, where it's all instinct at this point."

He paused as realization dawned.

"Ah, of course... It's all about familiarity. I've practiced the hand-fired railgun so many times that it's basically muscle memory now. No wonder this feels so different."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "If I can launch a railgun like this, then I won't have to limit myself to just one at a time because of my hands."

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled out two more coins from his pocket. Flicking them into the air, he began to replicate the process, controlling them with electromagnetic currents.

"If this works, then the railgun moves from being a single-target attack to a multi-target technique," Kaminari thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

He imagined a scenario where he was surrounded by enemies. If he could launch dozens of coins into the air and fire them all simultaneously, he could bombard every direction at once.

Or, against a stronger opponent, he could focus all his attacks on a single target, unleashing three, four, or even ten railguns in rapid succession. With that level of concentrated firepower, even someone as elusive as Shigaraki wouldn't be able to escape.

"Let's see you dodge when the sky is raining electromagnetic projectiles," Kaminari murmured, his smile widening at the thought.

"Bzzzzzz... Crack!"

Another golden beam of energy shot out, puncturing another mound with precision. But Kaminari frowned—this time, the second coin fell to the ground, untouched.

"Dang it," he muttered, bending down to pick up the coin. He studied it thoughtfully, replaying the moment in his head.

"As I expected... controlling multiple projectiles is tough. Trying to balance two railguns at once is like trying to focus on two completely different tasks at the same time."

Still, there was no frustration in his tone only determination.

"But if it's possible, that's all that matters," he said firmly. "A problem that can be solved with training is no problem at all."

His confidence flared as he pocketed the coins. "I've already made progress with Raikiri. Compared to that, mastering 'Multiple Railguns' is just a matter of effort."

Even so, Kaminari shifted his focus. For now, electromagnetic attacks requiring external objects weren't his top priority.

"What I really need is a move that uses pure electricity, a ranged attack that doesn't rely on anything else," he thought.

Raising his right arm, he aimed his palm toward the battered mound in front of him, now riddled with holes.

"Let's see where my limits are."

"Crack!!"

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