In Saitama City, the neon lights glittered against the night sky. In the square in front of an apartment complex, a vibrant fountain shot high into the air, scattering sparkling droplets like a rain of flowers.
The water in the pool shimmered and swirled, shifting colors sometimes blue, sometimes red, and occasionally dazzling with a mix of hues. Passersby stopped to admire the display, captivated by the sight.
It was already 7:12 p.m.
"I can't wait to put on my new combat uniform…" Tetsutetsu said with a longing expression as he stared at the fountain, his excitement barely contained.
"You've been saying that non-stop since we left!" Kaminari replied with an exasperated sigh. Ever since Tetsutetsu had seen the design Kaminari had drawn for Dr. Tenma earlier, he had been riding a wave of enthusiasm.
"Didn't Dr. Tenma say it would take at least two weeks to make? You're not going to be able to wear it during the Hero Work Studies," Kaminari reminded him.
Hearing this, Tetsutetsu's excitement dimmed momentarily. He glanced at the box Kaminari was carrying in his right hand, his envy plain to see.
"You're so lucky, Kaminari… You get to wear yours right now…"
"You've said that countless times too!" Kaminari groaned, rubbing his temples.
"But seriously, why haven't you put it on yet? You'd look so cool in your 'Battle Mode!'" Tetsutetsu pressed, undeterred.
"I've told you before, pay attention when people explain things!" Kaminari scolded, his expression deadpan.
"The combat uniform isn't something you can wear casually. Didn't Aizawa-sensei tell us that?"
"Oh… is that so?" Tetsutetsu scratched his head, looking sheepish. "I was kind of hoping I could wear mine all the time once it's done!" His enthusiasm reignited. "That Marine-style coat you designed as part of the uniform is just so cool!"
Kaminari sighed. "I feel like all you care about is the coat. Don't you like the white suit and alloy boots that go with it?"
"Well…" Tetsutetsu hesitated, scratching his white hair. "I've been wondering, why did you make it white? And why a suit?"
Kaminari glanced at his hair with a smirk and replied, "Because I think white suits you. And as for the suit, it's the standard look for a Marine coat. It's sleek, it's sharp, and it's stylish. Don't you think so?"
"But won't white get dirty easily? If it gets messed up during a fight, it won't look good," Tetsutetsu said, genuinely concerned.
"You really don't listen to anything, do you?" Kaminari muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Uh… hehehe," Tetsutetsu chuckled awkwardly. Whenever he was with Kaminari, he let him take the lead, rarely thinking things through on his own.
Kaminari sighed again and straightened his posture. "Alright, listen carefully this time."
He took a deep breath and began to explain.
"The coat isn't made of the SIS Memory Alloy like my armor, but it's still crafted from a rare material, something Dr. Tenma calls AF Alloy. It's incredibly smooth, with almost no friction. It's so slick, bullets would slide right off it."
"In other words, dust, dirt, and other debris won't stick to it. So the whole 'white clothes getting dirty' thing? That's not going to happen under normal circumstances."
"As for the suit and boots, they're not made of anything super rare, but Dr. Tenma said he'll reinforce them to be as durable as possible while keeping them lightweight."
"So in a way, it's like having an extra layer of protection over your 'steel skin.'"
The more Kaminari explained, the more Tetsutetsu's eyes lit up with excitement. He was finally starting to understand just how cool his combat uniform would be.
"I really can't wait to wear my new combat uniform!"
Kaminari froze mid-step, his patience snapping. "Oh my god, you've said that like seven times already!"
Fortunately, they soon arrived near Tetsutetsu's home, sparing Kaminari from further complaints. As they parted ways, Kaminari finally enjoyed the peace of walking alone.
"Man, I hope Tetsutetsu calms down soon. He was way too hyped today… I've got my own stuff to think about."
He walked in silence, his thoughts drifting to the upcoming workplace experience.
"I hope choosing him was the right call… I just need to stay focused and make the most of it."
Stopping in front of his apartment building, Kaminari looked up at the full moon glowing brightly in the sky. It reminded him of how he had felt before taking the U.A. entrance exam, nervous yet excited, unsure of what lay ahead but determined to give it his all.
"If that saying about how 'effort pays off' is true, I should be fine," Kaminari murmured to himself. "After all… I've worked so hard for this."
---
When he got home, Kaminari couldn't resist showing off his new combat uniform. As he put it on in front of his parents, their reactions didn't disappoint.
"Son… Are you saying this was made for you for free by the Mitsui Group?" his father asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Even as a layman, he could tell the combat uniform was worth a fortune.
"Mom, I can't stop seeing gold…" his mother said in awe, staring at Kaminari in his Sacred Cloth Mode. Everything about him gleamed, the golden hair, the golden eyebrows, the golden pupils, and, of course, the golden armor covering his body.
Even more ridiculous was the faint golden glow Kaminari had activated using Pikachu's lighting function. His entire body shimmered like a divine figure.
"It's true—it was free," Kaminari said, holding back a smirk. "But there's more to the story than that."
"And what's the reason?" his father pressed, curiosity written all over his face.
"Well… it's a long story," Kaminari replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Then make it short!" his father urged. Considering it involved a corporation as influential as the Mitsui Group, he wasn't about to let it slide.
"Alright, alright."
Kaminari gave in and began explaining everything that had happened, from his encounter with Mitsui Buntais to the events that followed. The story took about fifteen minutes in total.
"I see… So that's why companies under the Mitsui Group have been reaching out to work with us," his father muttered thoughtfully. While he recognized this was good news, there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.
To Kaminari, it was clear what was bothering him. His father was upset that the Mitsui Group's interest had more to do with Kaminari than with his own professional abilities.
"Dad," Kaminari said, smiling gently. "You know, Mitsui-san actually praised you a lot."
His father's head snapped up, his expression brightening instantly. "Oh? What did he say?!"
"Mitsui-san said you're a bit inexperienced in some areas, but you're great at communication and that your management skills are solid!"
"Really?!" his father asked eagerly, his face lighting up like a kid being praised by his teacher.
"Absolutely," Kaminari lied smoothly, keeping a straight face. In truth, Mitsui Buntais hadn't mentioned his father at all, but sometimes a little white lie was worth it to make your parents happy.
"Of course it's true! He's the head of the Mitsui family, would I dare make something like that up?"
"Hahahaha!"
That night, Kaminari's father couldn't stop smiling. Even as he hummed cheerfully while washing up in the bathroom, Kaminari couldn't help but feel it was worth it.
"Yeah… As long as Dad's happy, that's all that matters," Kaminari thought to himself, feeling a quiet sense of satisfaction. After all, seeing his family smile was one of the greatest blessings in life.
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It was Sunday, ten o'clock in the morning, the day everyone was heading to their respective internship workplaces.
At Shizuoka Shinkansen Station, the entire Class 1-A had gathered, their presence drawing a noticeable crowd. Nearly twice the usual number of passengers stood nearby, whispering excitedly as they recognized the students.
"Hey, isn't that Kaminari Denki?"
"It's him! I didn't think I'd see such a famous guy here!"
"Denki! Denki! Mom, look! It's Denki over there!"
"And those kids… aren't they all from U.A.'s Hero Course? What do you think they're doing here?"
"I have no idea. Does anyone know?"
Despite the stares and chatter, Aizawa remained completely unfazed. His half-lidded eyes scanned the students as he spoke in his usual calm, monotone voice.
"Everyone brought their combat uniforms, right?"
His words carried a slight edge, even though his demeanor remained characteristically indifferent. Ever since the USJ incident, Aizawa seemed to hold them to an even stricter standard.
"Remember, you're not allowed to wear combat uniforms in public. Keep them packed safely, and don't lose them," he instructed.
"Got it!"
Ashido Mina, her lively personality shining through, practically bounced on her feet as she replied with enthusiasm. Her excitement mirrored Tetsutetsu's from the previous evening, she was clearly thrilled about her workplace partner.
"Don't drawl, Ashido. Just say 'yes' properly," Aizawa chided, his tone sharp.
"Yes, sir," she muttered back, pouting slightly before her attention returned to the crowd around them.
"Speaking of which, Kaminari's really popular, huh? It feels like people recognize him wherever he goes!"
Kaminari, who was carrying his suitcase, merely smiled politely at the crowd without saying much.
"Kaminari," Kyoka said softly, "the place you're heading to sounds pretty far away. Is it near Mount Fuji?"
"Yeah, it is. But honestly, it's not as far as Tokoyami's trip to Kyushu. I mean, if I were him, I'd just take a plane," Kaminari replied with a shrug, glancing at Tokoyami Fumikage, who stood silently nearby.
Tokoyami, ever stoic, replied in his calm, deep voice, "We have to pay for our own tickets if we fly."
"Hahaha, that's so blunt!" Kirishima burst out laughing.
---
"Alright, enough chatter," Aizawa interrupted, his serious tone cutting through their conversation. "A quick reminder, be polite and respectful to the Heroes hosting your internship. Avoid doing anything rude or inappropriate, or you risk being dismissed early."
"While such incidents aren't common, they've happened before in Hero history. So don't test your luck."
Aizawa's sharp gaze swept over the students, as if silently warning them all. After a brief pause, he added, "Alright, you're dismissed."
"Yes, sir!"
The Class 1-A students responded in unison, their voices firm, drawing another wave of murmurs and admiration from the surrounding crowd.
---
As the students began saying their goodbyes, Midoriya and Uraraka hurried to catch up with Iida, who had been trying to slip away unnoticed.
"Iida-kun!"
Iida stopped and turned to face them.
"If you find yourself in a situation you can't handle, promise you'll let us know," Midoriya said earnestly, his expression filled with concern.
"Uh-huh!" Uraraka nodded in agreement, her small eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Iida with equal worry.
"We're your friends, aren't we?"
Kaminari, watching the scene from a short distance away, let out a small sigh. He had already seen the news about the Turbo Hero Ingenium's grave injuries at the hands of the Hero Killer.
However, Kaminari chose not to approach Iida. While they were classmates, he wasn't as close to him as Midoriya or Uraraka were. Besides, Kaminari believed that what Iida needed most right now wasn't words of comfort, but quiet space to process his emotions.
After all, Iida had always given the impression of being calm, disciplined, and responsible—a model student and leader.
"Thank you," Iida said, his voice steady as he turned to give Midoriya a small smile. But as he walked away, heading toward the train to Hosu City, the smile faded, replaced by a shadowed expression.
---
Soon after, the Class 1-A students began to scatter, each heading toward their destinations.
Kaminari stood silently at his assigned platform, carrying his combat suit box and wearing a Pikachu-themed backpack. The crowd's gaze and the occasional flashes from cameras didn't bother him much as he waited for the Shinkansen Express to arrive.
"Minamituru County, Yamanashi Prefecture… close to Mount Fuji," he murmured, checking his itinerary.
Five minutes later, the express train pulled into the station on schedule, coming to a smooth stop in front of Kaminari. He didn't board immediately, though. He stood back and waited patiently for the departing passengers to disembark and for the cleaning crew to finish tidying the car.
About ten minutes later, the cleaning staff, dressed in light blue uniforms, exited the train with their equipment. Only then did Kaminari follow the rest of the passengers into the car.
He placed his Pikachu backpack on the luggage rack near the car door, it only held a change of clothes and toiletries, so it wasn't particularly valuable. His combat suit box, however, was a different story.
Unlike the mythical "Sacred Cloth Box," it couldn't fly back to him if it got lost.
Carefully, Kaminari placed the box on the shelf above his seat. At the same time, a young man seated in the row ahead of him moved to store something wrapped in a long strip of black cloth on the same shelf.
Clink.
The box and the black cloth accidentally bumped into each other, producing a distinct metallic sound.
"Metal?" Kaminari thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Judging by the weight and thickness of the cloth, there wasn't just one metal object inside, it seemed to hold several.
"I'll put this up first, then you can place your box," the young man said casually, his tone polite.
"Sure," Kaminari replied, stepping back. As he did, he glanced at the man out of curiosity, but the glance turned into a double take.
"Wait… who's this guy?"
Kaminari's gaze drifted further, landing on the old man seated beside the young man. The old man's appearance was… peculiar, to say the least.
His black-and-white hair was tied back, and he wore a black leather vest paired with fur trousers and boots that looked hand-stitched from animal hide. His muscular arms were bare, the definition of his muscles visible even beneath the dim train lights.
It wasn't just Kaminari who noticed, the other passengers nearby kept sneaking glances at him as well.
"That's my grandfather," the young man said proudly when he noticed Kaminari staring.
"He's Japan's most senior and strongest Matagi hunter!"
"…Matagi hunter?"
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