Capítulo 34: Chapter 34
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"He's been on the lookout for others to flaunt his superiority over; someone to kick around whenever he needs a confidence boost. When I got word about how he went overboard in mock battle class from All Might, I took a look at his letter of recommendation from Aldera High. It described Katsuki as 'a well-behaved student who gets along well with others."
"You gotta be kidding?!" Present Mic frowned at the revelation. "There's no way they could have wrote that after having him for three whole years! Not unless they were deaf or blind!"
"Or, they were trying to get a pupil with a promising quirk into the most elite hero school in Japan to earn bragging rights." Shota mused.
"Happens all the time. I also dove a little deeper into the school's background. Apparently, they've had a student go missing in the past year. Izuku Midoriya. Quirkless."
"Aw, man..." Hizashi frowned. The loudspeaker heor was more than aware of the kind of prejudice and discrimination Quirkless people were succumbed to in society. "D-Do you think Katsuki had something to do with it?"
"Dunno...but I've got a gut feeling." Eraserhead mused. "I was gonna have Nezu take a deeper look into this, but then the USJ attack happened, and we've been swamped ever since."
"Well, your's gut's rarely been wrong before, so..." Mic was interrupted by the light on his desk beeping, telling him that they were about to go back on the air.
He scrambled back into place before switching his mic back on and putting on his joyful persona once more. "Hey there, folks! Welcome back! Eraserhead! Anything you wanna say to your precious little students?!"
Shota heaved a tired sigh. Whatever the situation was with Bakugo was going to have to wait. After the festival, he'd go meet with Nezu about the boy, and see what should be done.
But for now, he had to get through this unholy nightmare. Deciding to attempt to humour his old friend, he leaned into his mic. up close to his mummified mug.
"Don't screw up."
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Ah, geez!" Mitsuki frowned as she put a hand to her face. "That boy just couldn't help himself, could he? I don't know whether to be proud or mortified...Oh, what the heck! GO GET 'EM, KIDDO!"
"Mitsuki, please!" Masura pleaded. "You're making a scene!"
"Oh, c'mon, honey!" The glycerine woman laughed. "Don't be such a stick in the mud! You need to loosen up a little, right Inko?!"
"Huh? O-Oh, yeah, I guess..." The lonely mother answered back, lacking more enthusiasm than the distraught husband.
She was too busy looking down at the bomb boy who used to be Izuku's best friends...until the news about her son got out.
Inko had a feeling that something was going on between those two. There were days where her son would barely say a word.
Where he'd come home with the smell of smoke coming off of him, and his clothes looking slightly singed.
She tried to get him to talk to her, but he always put on a forced smile and tell her that everything was alright.
If she had to guess, Mitsuki's son had been bullying her boy, going as far as to blast him with his quirk regularly.
She should have said something when she had the chance. She should have talked to Mitsuki about what was going on.
But instead, she just left Izuku be, and never pressed on the matter.
Like the coward that she was...
Inko would admit, losing her baby was her fault. But some of the blame also belonged to the scowling little blonde boy who stood on the grounds.
Inko gripped at her purse, the leather squeaking underneath the pressure of her tightened fingers.
"Inko?"
The levitation woman snapped out of her thoughts when her name was called. "Huh? Uh, yes?"
"You okay, hon?" The bomb boy's mother asked with concern. "You've been staring into space for a while now."
"Oh! No, I'm fine!" Inko answered with a quick smile. "I'm just...really getting into the festival! Izuku would always wake up early in the morning to catch the opening ceremony. He always wanted to be here..."
Mitsuki gave the woman a small smile, glad to her old friend starting to enjoy herself, even if just a little. "That's lovely, Inko. Who knows, maybe he's watching it from somewhere right now!"
The lonely mother showed a small smile of her own as she turned back to the event. "Yes...maybe..."
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Deku had already pulled out his notebook and clicked open a pen in his hand, ready to start taking down notes before the first event started.
The qualifying challenge was an obstacle course that stretched around the entire stadium.
This was the stage where only the best of the best would make it to the next round, while the rest were taken out of the games.
It was where the future heroes would be separated from the future sidekicks, as it were.
As soon as the race began, Deku was off and writing.
The race itself was an insane gauntlet of giant robots, pitfalls, and even a minefield of all things!
All while competitors put their quirks to the test, using them to either hinder the competition or give themselves a boost to the lead.
The scarred boy used his ice powers to freeze the competition right out of the gate, creating a path of frost to skate across to give himself the upper hand.
Bakugo on the other hand, utilised his blasting quirk to propel himself through the air, like a human missile. As much as Deku hated to admit, he was impressed with such resourcefulness.
However, there was one student whose inventiveness stuck out the most to the green hooded boy.
A girl around his age, with a pink dreadlock hair and an excitable personality, tore across the track with a strange apparatus on her body.
If he had to guess, the girl was a part of the support gear designing class.
It struck a chord inside the boy as he watched the girl zip across the field like a fly on a string.
This girl seemed to have a genius level of knowledge, yet lacked the physical capabilities of the rest of the students. Could she possibly be...?
No, the boy shook his head. There was no way that a girl who could create such impressive tech could be Quirkless.
She must have some kind of power that allowed her to create such amazing gear. But even if that was the case, it also showed something that everyone wasn't seeing, except him.
A girl without a quirk as flashy or powerful as Bakugo or the scarred boy, yet was armed to the teeth with enough support gear to more than make up for it.
If she could make it this far on her ingenuity alone, who's to say a Quirkless person couldn't do the same?
"I agree."
Deku snapped up from his book to see Gentle smiling at him behind his mask. Darn it, he must have been muttering out loud again.
The boy felt mortified. A whole year being a villain, and he still couldn't kick his old bad habit.
"If given the chance, and given the right training and support...who's to say a Quirkless hero would be impossible."
The Quirkless boy let the elasticity man's words sink in, contemplating them for a while until he turned back to the race.
He had a blank expression as he watched the rest of the first event. A Quirkless hero could be possible...but the world would never let it happen.
As the race came to its end, it was the ice wielder who took first place. Deku smirked. He could only imagine how much coming in second would hurt the bomb boy's pride.
He might as well have come in last! This would do wonders against his self-absorbed mindset and humungous ego.
This will help...
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