章節 2: Meeting side characters
Sensei Tenga leads me to a spot on the mat and starts me off with simple stretches and exercises. My body feels stiff and uncooperative, but I push through the pain. The students around me are all focused, their eyes on their own training. I feel like the weakest link here, but I won't let it show. I have to be strong. For my new family, for myself.
As we progress to sparring, Sensei pairs me with a girl my age. Her name is Itsuka Kendo she a girl of medium height and has a slim build. She has sharp teal eyes with white pupils and long orange hair that she typically wears tied into a high ponytail on the left side of her head. Her bangs are split into three clumps around her eyes, and some of her hair sticks up in large tufts at the top of her head.
Her Quirk is "Big Fist" which allows her to enlarge her fists to incredible sizes, turning her into a powerhouse in combat. She is training to get into UA just like me. She gives me a friendly smile and a nod before we begin. She's not holding back, I can tell. Her fists grow to the size of watermelons and she swings at me with surprising speed.
I dodge the first few swings, my telekinesis helping me to move faster than I should be able to. But she's good. She anticipates my movements and adjusts accordingly. I send a rock flying at her, but she bats it away with ease, her giant fist smacking into the air like a mosquito. She's not just strong, she's skilled. And she's pushing me to be better.
We spar for what feels like hours, our breaths coming in gasps. My mind races, trying to think of new ways to use my power. The training is exhausting, but exhilarating. It's the first time I've felt truly alive since I arrived in this world. With every swing she takes, every dodge I make, I feel my power growing, my body adapting to the new way of fighting.
Itsuka's eyes light up when she sees me improving, and she starts to throw in some tips between swings. "You've got good instincts, Karma," she says, her voice a mix of panting and encouragement. "But you need to learn to read your opponent. Watch for their tells."
I nod, trying to focus on her words as much as my own breathing. It's true, in my old life I was a quick learner, but here in this new body, with these new powers, everything feels alien. Yet, as we spar, something clicks. It's like I can see the air around her fist thicken slightly before she swings, a subtle shift in the fabric of the world that my telekinetic sense picks up on.
The next time she charges, I anticipate her move. I sidestep and use my power to redirect her fist into a nearby punching bag. It swings with the force of her blow, the sound echoing through the dojo. She stumbles, surprised, and I feel a flicker of pride. It's a small victory, but it's something.
Sensei Tenga watches us, his expression unreadable. He calls out instructions, pushing us both to be better. And as the days turn into weeks, I start to get the hang of it. I'm not the strongest, but I'm quick and clever. The other students start to take notice, and some even begin to whisper about the "mysterious new kid."
I noticed another person from the main plot Mashirao Ojiro. He is tail man from class one A it took me awhile to realize it was him. He was in the same dojo as me. I couldn't believe my luck. Being in the same Dojo with someone from the main story. It felt like a sign that I would be able to get in UA easily. Since that is all Mashirao used in the entrance exam in the main story.
As I trained, I watched Mashirao closely, studying his movements and his quirk. Tail man. It's not the flashiest or the strongest, but it's versatile. I wondered if he knew who I was, if he could see the potential in me. Maybe he'd even give me some tips, some insider knowledge from the future I was hurtling towards.
One day, after a particularly grueling session with Itsuka, I gathered my courage and approached him. "Hey, do you mind if I spar with you?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Mashirao looked up from his water bottle, his tail flicking lazily behind him. "Sure, Karma," he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
We squared off in the center of the dojo, the mats worn smooth from countless battles. The other students stopped to watch, curious about the newcomer sparring with one of the dojo's top pupils.
The match begins, and I immediately feel outclassed. Mashirao's Tail Quirk is more versatile than I'd expected. He whips it around with the grace of a dancer and the precision of a snake, striking at me from every angle. It's a blur of movement, and I can't keep up. My telekinesis is no match for his speed and agility. The first hit lands square on my chest, sending me flying backward. I smack into the mat, the wind knocked out of me.
The students around us gasp, and I can see the surprise in their eyes. I've been the underdog here, the one who's been catching up fast. But this...this is humiliating. I grit my teeth and accept my defeat humbly to embarrass myself more.
Mashirao looks concerned as he helps me to my feet. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice genuine. "You're pretty good for a newbie."
I nod, brushing off the dust from the mat. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, trying to hide the sting of defeat. "Thanks for the match."
Mashirao nods back, his tail curling around his leg. "No problem," he says. "But don't let it get to you. We all start somewhere."
The rest of the training session is a blur of pain and frustration as I try to recover from the beatdown. But it's also a chance to learn. I watch Mashirao, his movements fluid and powerful. It's clear that he's been training for years. And Itsuka, despite her brashness, has a keen eye for strategy. I make a mental note to study her, to understand how she uses her brute strength so effectively.
As the sun begins to set, the dojo starts to empty out. Sensei Tenga calls it a night, and the students disperse, leaving me and Mashirao to clean up. We're both sweaty and bruised, but there's a camaraderie forming between us. I decide to take a chance. "Hey," I say, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, "you guys wanna grab some dinner?"
Mashirao looks up from folding the mats, surprise etched on his face. "You sure?" he asks. "It's not often we get invited out by someone we just met."
"Yeah, I know it's a bit forward," I reply with a shrug, trying to play it cool. "But I've got a good feeling about this. Like we're... destined to be friends." It's a lie, of course. I know we haven't met before, but the words come out smoother than I expect. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the spar, or maybe it's just my desperation to find a way into UA.
Mashirao considers it for a moment, then smiles. "Sure, why not?" he says. It's a small victory, but it feels like I've just scored the winning point in a game of chess. "But you're buying."
I laugh, a genuine laugh, and agree. "Fair enough."
As we leave the dojo, I glance back at Itsuka, who's still nursing a bruised cheek from our last spar. I know she's watching. I decide to approach her and ask her if she would like to join us. Me and kendo have sparred a few times during the two weeks I have been here at the dojo.
"Hey Itsuka," I call out, my voice echoing in the now-empty room. She looks up, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. "You up for dinner with us?"
Her cheek is still red from our last spar, but she smiles. "Sure, I'd love to."
The three of us walk to the restaurant, the chilly evening air a stark contrast to the warmth of the dojo. It's a small place, one of those mom-and-pop shops that seem to pop up everywhere in this city. The smell of sizzling meat and steaming rice fills the air, making my stomach rumble.
Mashirao and Itsuka chat amicably as we wait for our food. I can't help but feel a bit of an outsider, but their openness makes it easy to slip into the conversation. They're both curious about me, about why I've suddenly appeared with a Quirk that's nothing special at first glance. But I play it cool, keeping my true intentions and the depth of my knowledge hidden beneath the mask of a naive, eager student.
The dinner is surprisingly pleasant. We share stories about our pasts, our dreams, and what brought us to the dojo. Itsuka's passion for martial arts shines through as she recounts tales of her family's long lineage in combat. Mashirao talks about his love for animals, which is reflected in his Quirk's ability to manipulate his body into a tail that can extend and move with surprising agility.
Itsuka mentions he uncle is the one who owns the dojo. It's clear she's proud of her family's legacy, and I find myself drawn to her determination. She's not just training to be a hero; she's carrying on a tradition. And in this world, that's something special.
The topic of UA comes up naturally as we eat, the tension in my voice palpable. "I've always wanted to join UA," I say, trying to sound casual. "What do you guys think about it?"
Itsuka's eyes light up. "Oh, I've dreamed of going there since I was a kid," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "My uncle says it's the best school for heroes. Did you know that All Might went there?"
Mashirao nods, swallowing a mouthful of food. "It's true. And it's not just about the training. It's about the connections you make, the friends you'll have for life. And the chance to become a pro hero, of course." His tail wags behind him like an eager puppy's.
"But it's hard to get in," Itsuka adds, her expression turning serious. "You've got to be really good. The entrance exam is no joke."
Mashirao nods in agreement. "You've got to be strong, smart, and strategic. And have a killer Quirk, of course."
"Well," I say, trying to sound casual, "I've been thinking about the UA entrance exam."
Itsuka's eyes spark with curiosity. "You're planning to take it too?"
I nod, taking a sip of my drink. "Yeah, I think it's the only way to get stronger, to make sure something like what happened to my family doesn't happen to anyone else."
Mashirao's tail stops mid-wag, and he looks at me with a solemn expression. "That's a heavy burden to carry, Karma," he says. "But if you're serious about it, I'm sure you'll find a way."
Itsuka's gaze sharpens. "What happened to your family?" she asks gently.
The question catches me off-guard, and for a moment, the walls I've built to keep my emotions at bay threaten to crumble. I swallow hard, the lump in my throat thick. "They were killed in a Quirk-related incident," I say, keeping my voice steady. "I want to make sure no one else goes through what they did."
The silence that follows is heavy, filled with understanding and respect. It's a bond we all share now, a shared pain that links us together. The food tastes bitter in my mouth, but I force myself to eat, not wanting to ruin the moment.
After dinner, we walk back to the dojo together, the streets bustling with nightlife. It's a stark contrast to the quiet of the training hall. "So, what's your strategy for the exam?" Mashirao asks as we approach the building.
I shrug, playing it off. "I'm still working on it. I know I've got to get my Quirk to the next level."
Itsuka laughs, nudging me with her elbow. "You're not the only one. We all have our weaknesses to overcome."
We say our goodbyes, and as I watch them disappear into the night, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I know I can't tell them the truth about who I really am, about the future I've seen. It's a heavy secret to bear, and one that could change everything.
The next day, I need to attend school again I have no more days left. Japan has a law where you can only miss 2 weeks of school when a relative dies. The police recommended that I changed schools for school that is closer by since my parents died.
I'm disappointed that I go to a different school then Mashirao Ojiro and itsuka kendo. But I know that I can't avoid school forever. I put on the school uniform and walk through the gates of my new school. It's a bustling hive of activity, with students chattering and laughing.
I try remember the schedule I was given for my new school. As I walk down the Halls lost in thought passed by a average looking boy with black drooping hair. I slightly recognize him but not from this body's memories. It's for my memories of the anime I recall that kirishima has black hair in Middle School.
"Hey, are you okay?" He says as he walks closer to me. His voice is friendly and concerned. He's got a smile that could light up a room, and his eyes are filled with kindness. That's definitely Eijiro Kirishima, the future hero known as "Red Riot."
"Yeah, I'm good," I reply, trying to play off the awkwardness. "Just lost in thought."
Eijiro nods, his eyes still concerned. "I know the feeling. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with everything."
Before I can respond, a burst of pink light flashes across the room, and suddenly, there's another figure standing next to him. She's got pink hair that sticks up like a porcupine's quills and a wide smile that lights up her face. "Oh, hey! Who's this?" she asks, her voice as bright as her hair. This is Mina Ashido, the future hero "Acid Girl."
My heart skips a beat as I remember her from the anime. In my past life, she was just a character, someone I had a bit of a crush on because of her bubbly personality and cool Quirk. But here she is, in the flesh, standing right in front of me. It's a weird feeling, like meeting a celebrity you never thought you'd encounter in real life. I force myself to stay calm and play it cool. "Hi," I say with a small wave. "I'm new here."
Mina's smile widens. "Welcome to the party, newbie! I'm Mina, and this is Eijiro." She points to the boy with the black hair. "We're in the same grade, so you're gonna see a lot of us. What's your Quirk?
I have a minor telekinesis quirk. I'm able to control objects in a 10 m radius but only up to 10 lb. It's not much but it's better than nothing. I've been working hard to improve my precision and speed, hoping that it'll be enough to get through the entrance exam for UA.
But the real challenge comes when I have to keep my cool around Mina Ashido. She's got this bubbly personality that's so infectious, it's like she's got her own brand of sunshine. And her Quirk, turning into liquid acid at will, is something I've only seen in the anime.
When we're paired for a group project in class, I can't help but feel a little nervous. I mean, she's a future pro hero, and here I am, playing the part of the clueless new kid. But surprisingly, she doesn't seem to notice anything off about me. We exchange pleasantries, and she goes on about her love for fashion and how she's planning to become a hero who's both powerful and stylish. I nod along, smiling, keeping my true thoughts locked away behind the mask of my new identity.
Mina is surprisingly sharp, though. She picks up on the subtleties in our conversation, the way I talk slightly higher around her. She's able to pick up I have a crush on her. But she doesn't say anything. She just teases me in her own way. It's a strange dance of friendship and attraction, but one I'm willing to play along with. After all, I can't let anyone suspect my true nature, not even someone as bubbly and seemingly carefree as her.
As the days at school pass, we grow closer. We sit together during lunch, sharing stories of our lives and dreams. She tells me about her family, her friends, and her love for hero fashion. I listen, nod, and offer advice where I can.
One afternoon, after the final bell rings, Mina suggests we go to Eijiro's place to work on our project. The idea of spending time with two future heroes in a casual setting fills me with excitement and nerves.
We arrive at a quaint, two-story house with a garden that's more rocks than plants. It's a stark contrast to the lush, greenery-filled neighborhoods of the wealthy, but it has a charm that's uniquely Eijiro's.
Mina knocks on the door, and it swings open to reveal Eijiro, his hair a messier version of its usual spiky self. He's wearing a loose tank top and shorts, showing off the beginnings of his hero physique. "Hey, you two," he says with a warm smile, stepping aside to let us in. The smell of something delicious wafts from the kitchen. "Mom's cooking," he adds, as if it's an apology for the mess.
The inside of the house is as unassuming as the outside, but there's a comforting energy to it. The living room is filled with books and action figures, a testament to Eijiro's love for heroes. The walls are covered in posters of the top Pro Heroes, including All Might and Endeavor.
I noticed crimson riot poster right away his inspiration for being a hero. I look around the room and see that the incident where mina protected two girls from a giant has already happened. I can tell he is trying to put in work to become a hero. I see a bunch of weights around his room with his laundry laying around it looked like he made an attempt to clean but gave up halfway.
Mina giggles as she takes in the sight, "Looks like someone's been busy."
"What?" Eijiro's cheeks turn a shade of red that matches his poster. "It's just stuff. I've been working out a lot."
Mina smirks and playfully pokes his side. "You're so cute when you're flustered."
I realize I could take the opportunity to get kirishima to join the dojo. There is six more months before the entrance exam and I could help Eijiro become stronger before the entrance exam.
"Hey, Eijiro, I noticed you've got some serious dedication to your training," I say, trying to keep my voice casual. "I've actually been training at a dojo nearby. It's pretty intense, but I think it could help you out."
Eijiro's eyes light up. "Really? What's it like?"
I shrug, playing it cool. "It's tough, but worth it. I've learned a lot about fighting and controlling my Quirk there."
Mina's eyes glint with curiosity. "I might check it out," she says, in a intrigued voice. She made a playful jab at kirishima and said only if kirishima joins.
Eijiro nods eagerly. "Yeah, I've been looking for a place to train more with my Quirk. Maybe we could all go together."
Mina looks at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're sure it's not just a bunch of old guys flexing in spandex?" she asks, a hint of skepticism in her voice.
I tell her about itsuka kendo and Mashirao Ojiro, omitting their future hero personas. "It's a serious place," I say, trying to sound casual. "They know their stuff. And it's not just about flexing."
Mina rolls her eyes but grins. "Okay, okay. If you say so. I'll check it out."
The days fly by, and our little group starts to become a regular sight at the dojo. Eijiro throws himself into training with a fervor that's both inspiring and a little intimidating. His "Red Riot" Quirk, the power to harden and manipulate his skin, is still developing, but under Sensei Tenga's guidance, he quickly learns to control it better. Meanwhile, I continue to train my telekinesis alongside traditional martial arts, pushing my limits and learning to integrate my powers into combat. The dojo becomes a sanctuary of sorts, a place where we can all be ourselves and work towards our goals without judgment.
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