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[Training Session]
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| Nezu's office |
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Taka stood before Nezu, his expression impassive as the large rat tilted his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes.
"So, you wish to occupy one of the gyms for a while for a training session with your classmates?"
"Yeah," Taka answered without batting an eye.
Nezu nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. There should be no classes today using it."
"Thanks."
And so, having obtained what he came for, Taka turned to leave.
—Or at least, that's how he wished it would end. But as expected, a meeting with the omnipresent rat was never that simple.
"It's been a while since we've seen each other. Well, you saw me a month ago on your acceptance letter, but for me, it's been quite some time," Nezu said from behind him, forcing Taka to halt mid-step.
"I suppose…" Taka muttered, not quite sure how he was supposed to respond to that.
"How has school been so far? You ended up in Aizawa-kun's class, didn't you? That must be rather troublesome."
Taka neither denied nor agreed. Aside from Aizawa's clear dislike of him holding back, there hadn't really been many issues.
"It's alright, I guess." He shrugged.
"Hahaha, alright, you say? That's the first time someone's spoken so calmly about his classes!" Nezu chuckled. "Though, considering the level you're at, I suppose it's hard for Aizawa-kun's usual strictness to feel all that concerning."
Taka nodded absently, a faintly lost look crossing his face. 'Where is this even going…?'
"Still," Nezu continued, "if he ever goes too far, don't hesitate to tell me. I can't allow the best prospect of this year to be expelled over something trivial, can I?"
Now that was weird. Why did this suddenly feel like a mafia meeting, with Nezu offering to "take care" of his problems?
"No need," Taka said, shaking his head faintly. "I'll be fine on my own."
"Is that so?" Nezu smiled, whatever thoughts running through his mind remaining known only to him.
A brief silence followed. Taka wasn't sure if he was free to go, while Nezu seemed content to let his thoughts speak before his mouth did.
Eventually, Nezu broke the quiet.
"I reviewed some of your hero class matches from yesterday. Your prowess seems higher. How much has that energy you hold grown since we last met?"
Taka paused, eyes unfocusing slightly as if running calculations.
"It's about twice as big."
Of course, it was closer to four times—but Nezu didn't need to know that just yet.
'Gotta save the surprise factor for the perfect moment.'
"A twofold increase in just over three months, hmm?" Nezu scratched beneath his muzzle thoughtfully. "And considering it's been over twelve months since your Quirk awakened… I suppose that energy of yours grows exponentially."
"Ah… yes."
Taka sweatdropped. He hadn't expected Nezu to infer that much from a single statement.
He nodded carefully, worried even that small motion might risk giving something else away.
"What about other abilities?" Nezu pressed on. "Have you developed any new ones?"
Taka considered the question.
'This much, I can show.' Taka nodded inwardly. His previous wariness fading slightly.
He knew Nezu would likely help smooth the process of officially registering future Quirk evolutions, and now that U.A. was starting, there was no better time to start unlocking some of those abilities for future use.
And perhaps, if he revealed a bit here… Nezu might help with something else he had in mind.
"There are a couple."
So, he began with the demonstration.
First, he tore a sheet of paper from one of his notebooks. Then he picked up a pencil—one that had accompanied him since his days as a vigilante, and had tasted blood once in the past—and tightened his grip.
His usual red aura began to bubble around him, like still, tranquil water.
Then a frown crossed Taka's face.
The aura flared.
The room shuddered faintly under the sudden pressure, though Nezu remained calm, observing from his seat without so much as blinking.
Abruptly, the aura began to condense around the pencil, sharpening and compressing… until it formed a blade of light along its length—longer than the pencil itself, and far deadlier.
With the preparations ready, Taka tossed the paper into the air.
And slashed.
—Swish!
In the next instant, the paper split cleanly in two, drifting helplessly to the floor.
As it did, the aura receded.
Nezu stroked his snout, curiosity clear in his gaze.
But Taka wasn't finished.
This time, he released the pencil, letting it float several meters away within the office.
Then, he raised a palm.
The moment he did, his aura surged forward from his hand, stopping a few centimeters ahead—
—and solidified.
A literal wall of hardened aura formed in midair.
The pencil, which had been floating motionless, suddenly snapped into alignment with Taka.
Then it shot forward like a bullet.
CLANG!—
All of its momentum died the instant it struck the barrier. The wall didn't even ripple.
Taka huffed softly as he ended the demonstration, pulling the pencil back to him and slipping it into his backpack in one smooth motion.
"That energy of yours is truly a mystery," Nezu said, his tone openly entertained. "Both abilities appear to stem from a solidification function… coupled with your laser beams, which imply conversion into light and heat, and then with its main function as Telekinesis, there truly doesn't seem to be an end to its versatility. Its potential truly appears limitless. I find myself quite curious to see how you'll develop over the next three years, Takahashi-kun."
Taka shrugged.
Nezu chuckled at the reaction, then waved him off. "Well, I merely wanted to check in on you. You're free to go now, if you wish. Your friends are likely waiting."
"Actually…" Taka said calmly, stopping before turning away. "There was something I wanted to ask of you…"
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| Minutes later… |
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Taka walked out of the building calmly, his poker face carrying a faint trace of contentment.
'Success.'
The smug thought lingered as he adjusted his bag.
'I'll have to deliver the official petition to the Support Course later, but it should be done within a week at most…'
He didn't know exactly when the USJ incident would happen, but judging by canon, it wouldn't be far off.
So, if luck was on his side, what he had asked the Support Course for would be ready before then.
And if not?
Whatever. He could always improvise.
Snorting softly at the thought, he shifted his attention inward, reviewing the two abilities he had just demonstrated to Nezu—skills that would likely become part of his "official" arsenal in the near future.
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[Aura Projection - Even A Stick Is Enough Mode] (Active)
Description: What makes a swordsman? His sword? His skill?
The question can be reduced to something far more basic:
Does the sword define the man, or does the man define the sword?
In most cases, a blade grants the ability to cut.
But for the truly exceptional, it is not the sword that gives power—It is the man who lends the sword its edge.
For one who truly commands the blade, even a simple stick may cut the heavens.
▸ Converts aura into a coating that grants a cutting property to objects.
▸ The more aura condensed, the sharper the resulting edge.
▸The bigger the object, the more aura it consumes.
▸Leaner and longer objects provide a more efficient expenditure in aura.
▸ It is highly recommended that the host learns swordsmanship, lest he accidentally bisect his own allies.
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[Aura Projection - Hardening Mode] (Active)
Description: The aura of the truly cool is malleable like clay—yet hard as steel.
Let imagination shape your aura, and let that imagination impose itself upon the world.
But please, unlike many solid energy manifesters, if you form a barrier, do not lose consciousness when it breaks. That is extremely unauratic.
▸ Allows the shaping and solidification of aura into arbitrary forms.
▸ The more aura poured in, the sturdier the construct becomes.
▸ The more aura poured in, the more complex constructs you can make.
▸The more aura poured in, the bigger the constructs.
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Just as Nezu had said, both abilities stemmed from the same core concept: solidifying what was once an ethereal and intangible energy.
After recalling several characters capable of reinforcing weapons to cut through materials normally deemed uncuttable, Taka had begun experimenting with forming an aura blade around pointed objects.
It hadn't come naturally as telekinesis did—but it also hadn't been that difficult.
After a few failures and adjustments, he unlocked the skill without much trouble. He could now act like a mystical swordsman, splitting mountains with a stick. Albeit at the cost of losing a chunk of his usable aura until he changed tactics.
From there, the leap in thought for the next skill was obvious.
If he could form a blade… why not other solid constructs?
That line of thought led to the second skill.
This one had been trickier. Solidifying energy itself was a far more abstract concept.
Still, with persistence, he eventually grasped it.
His healing skill did use a similar concept, after all—only, turning his aura into actual matter instead of just solidifying it.
Still, this would be quite good for aura farming in the coming events.
—Provided the Support Course finished his request before USJ.
Even if they didn't, he could still make use of these abilities later, so it wasn't a real loss.
'I wonder how that'll turn out…' Taka thought, excitement slowly building at the prospect of the literal day his school got hit by a terrorist attack.
But hey.
That's just how it goes.
Everything for the aura.
"Class rep, how'd it go?!"
Mina's voice snapped Taka out of his thoughts as he stepped into U.A.'s backyard—the same field where they'd done their Quirk assessment days ago.
Not too far, his classmates waited for him, with Mina waving at him.
As he approached, he gave the group a simple, curt nod.
"Good."
Sato let out a relieved sigh. "For a moment, I thought they weren't gonna lend it to us. We are first-years, and it's only our third day."
"As expected from our class rep!" Kirishima bellowed, pumping a fist. "He pulled it off anyway!"
'It wasn't even that hard,' Taka deadpanned inwardly, but outwardly, he merely nodded again.
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Mina bounced on her heels, already fired up.
Not long after, the six of them made their way to the gym, unlocking it with the keys Nezu had handed Taka.
The place was spacious and impeccably maintained—exactly what one would expect from an elite school like U.A. Still, at its core, it was just a gym. Nothing extravagant.
Once everyone had changed into their gym uniforms and settled in, they gathered in a loose circle at the center.
"So…" Jiro glanced around, arms crossed. "What now?"
"Takahashi, let's spar!" Sato said immediately, slamming a fist into his palm, eyes already blazing.
"It would have to be a spar without Quirks, as we don't want to damage the gym." Taka clarified.
Sato nodded, looking very eager.
"Eh? But then the rest of us would just be watching," Mina complained, pouting slightly.
Kirishima scratched his cheek, conflicted. "I don't mind, but yeah… it kinda feels like a waste of the time they gave us."
"Doesn't sound that bad to me," Kaminari shrugged. Jiro nodded along with him. They preferred to be spectators.
Taka seemed to think for a moment.
Then—
"How about five against one?"
"…?!"
All five of them stared at him.
'So full of himself!' Even if no one said it out loud, the thought was written all over their faces.
Still, despite the arrogance, that didn't take away the fact that even with such a hindrance, the match was still leaning in Taka's favor.
"That's totally unfair!" Mina protested, raising a hand. "Sato and Kirishima might manage, but the rest of us aren't very good close-combat fighters! We'd just get steamrolled!"
Taka, however, remained unfazed.
"My Quirk lets me convert my physical strength into telekinesis," he explained calmly. "That means I can convert most of it into telekinesis and leave a normal level of strength in my body. That way, that'd leave you all an equal chance."
"…So arrogant!" Mina shot back as she pointed at him accusatorily, though there was more amusement than offense in her tone.
"How normal are we talking bout here?" Kaminari asked, interest creeping into his voice.
"No superhuman strength," Taka replied flatly. "Just as strong as I look."
Taka was fairly lean, if that meant anything.
—When he wasn't flexing, at least.
That did it.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Then…" Sato muttered, clenching his fists, "You'd be beatable."
"I don't like it," Kirishima said firmly. "It's manlier to fight you at your strongest!"
"First," Taka replied evenly, "you should prove you can fight me at my weakest."
Kirishima froze.
Then his teeth flashed in a grin, competitive fire igniting in his eyes. "Don't underestimate me! Fine—no take-backsies! That'd be totally unmanly!"
"Sure." Taka nodded.
He walked away from the group, stopping on the opposite side of the gym, hands on his pockets in calm, and eyes closing as he waited patiently.
Sato, Kirishima, and Mina began stretching immediately, eagerness clear on their faces.
Kaminari and Jiro exchanged glances—still hesitant, but undeniably intrigued.
Seeing that, Taka spoke up to them, opening one eye. "Try to last a bit."
"Hah?!"
Those words were enough to make any hesitation they had left evaporate.
Soon enough, the remaining two joined in on the stretching.
Meanwhile, Taka went back to closing both eyes, his posture calm and composed.
At least—externally.
'I might be pushing it here,' he admitted inwardly, sweatdropping. 'I'm confident in my fighting skills, but five against one might be a bit much… This ain't a movie, after all.'
Then again—maybe not.
Ever since acquiring the Let's Dance skill, his battle IQ should have improved. But aside from Seiji, he hadn't had many chances to properly test it.
The same applied to his fight-dance skills. He practiced with his clones from time to time, and sparred with Seiji as well—but Seiji was a professional. That made it hard to tell how much he'd actually improved against less experienced opponents.
And his clones... well, it was weird to spar against himself.
Now, though, that opportunity had finally appeared.
Albeit in a rather annoying format. Keeping track of five people at once was going to be a pain.
'But if I can't handle this,' he reasoned, 'can I really call myself an aura farmer?'
Either he lost aura today—or he upheld his title.
Opening his eyes, Taka saw the group finishing their stretches.
He took his hands out of the pockets.
And took his stance.
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[STATUS PAGE]
▸ Strength: 2000 → 167
▸ Defense: 3595 → 334
▸ Aura Projection: 35632
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Total Aura: 36032 → 35632 (98.92%)
1st Clone's aura: 100 (0.27%)
2nd Clone's aura: 100 (0.27%)
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With preparations complete, he beckoned them forward.
There was no need for a referee, nor a countdown.
"Let's begin."
The battle started just like that.
While some hesitated, unsure about rushing their classmate all at once, others didn't bother with restraint.
"Raaaaagh!"
Kirishima moved first.
The redhead lunged forward and threw a punch—one clean and practiced. It looked like Kirishima had some basics in boxing.
But he clearly lacked before Seiji.
Even with his stats heavily suppressed, Taka had no trouble following the motion.
He tilted his head slightly, rolling his shoulder just enough to redirect the punch so it grazed past him. Using the momentum of that deflection, he stepped in and snapped an upward elbow strike into Kirishima's shin.
One meant to shake him, rather than truly hurt him.
"—Whoa!"
Kirishima stumbled, forced several steps back as his balance broke.
Before he could fully recover, Sato charged in.
Even without his Quirk, the guy was built like a tank. More importantly, without Sugar Rush clouding his mind, he was actually thinking.
Sato threw a solid combination, mixing punches while avoiding the obvious counters.
For a moment, he held his ground.
"Oof—!"
Then a heavy kick slammed into his chest, pushing him backward.
Again—controlled. Enough force to move him, but not hurt him.
"What did I say about only using punches?" Taka remarked calmly.
Sato frowned as he steadied himself, clearly annoyed at having that pointed out mid-fight, but knowing he was right.
Next came Mina.
Unlike the others, she didn't rely purely on strength. She was light on her feet—fast, agile, surprisingly technical.
She lacked Sato's raw power, but she made up for it with movement and pressure.
"Why—won't—you—stay—still?!" she complained, throwing out rapid strikes as she darted around him.
Unfortunately for her, Taka had dealt with worse.
Even as she dipped under his guard and circled to disorient him, Taka evaded each attack with minimal motion—small shifts, subtle pivots.
Compared to that damn monkey—who never stopped moving—this was practically tutorial level.
Still, something about her style felt familiar.
'It's like a basic version of me using dance movements in combat...' Taka mused as he dove under yet another blow, noticing a certain grace in her movements.
Which meant he also knew its weaknesses. After all, he'd sparred with his clones enough times to recognize them.
And one of them was—fast movement could just as easily disorient the user if the opponent used it to add onto his speed.
"Take this... Huh?!"
As Mina dove in again, Taka's footwork sharpened.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
At least, that's what it felt like.
A split second later, Mina felt her foot snag mid-step.
"Uwah—!"
She stumbled as Taka's foot locked briefly against hers, throwing her balance off. Still, she recovered quickly, hopping back and putting distance between them.
She laughed nervously, eyes fixed on Taka as he stood there calmly—utterly composed.
With Mina reassessing her approach, that left only two to attack.
Jiro and Kaminari.
Both were still hanging back.
"Nevermind, can we call this off?" Kaminari muttered, watching how easily the others had been handled.
Jiro, however, inhaled deeply.
Then—
She dashed forward.
And like the others before her, Jiro did her best to land a hit on Taka.
Her movements were noticeably rougher. Clearly, she hadn't focused much on hand-to-hand combat compared to the rest.
It faintly reminded him of his early days training with Seiji.
'I've come a long way since then, huh?'
Snorting quietly at the thought, Taka sidestepped another attack, then subtly redirected her momentum, pushing her forward just enough to nearly make her stumble.
She managed to keep her footing, but—like the others—ended up halting once she realized she couldn't land a single hit.
That left only Kaminari.
All eyes turned to him.
He looked… nervous.
"I guess it's my turn to get kicked now, huh?" he muttered.
Still, comforted by the fact that everyone else had already been handled without much trouble, he dashed forward.
Just like Jiro, Kaminari lacked real hand-to-hand skill.
After a brief exchange, he was sent rolling across the floor before scrambling back up, swaying slightly.
"What's with this guy…?" Kaminari complained, rubbing his side. "Is he really not using his superhuman strength?"
The others looked just as frustrated.
Taka, on the other hand, remained composed beyond measure.
At least—that's what they thought.
Soon, they noticed the faint frown creasing his face.
"I thought I said this was a five against one," Taka said calmly. "So why are you attacking like it's a movie—one at a time?"
The five hesitated.
Ganging up on someone didn't feel very heroic.
Their doubts vanished when Taka beckoned them forward with one hand.
"Come on. You're heroes. One day, you'll have to fight in groups," he said evenly. "Better learn now—where I won't hurt you too much."
That settled it.
The five launched at him together.
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| Thirty minutes later… |
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'I might've bitten off more than I can chew…'
Taka's eyes flicked rapidly from one opponent to the next, constantly assessing incoming threats.
At first, handling all five hadn't been much of a problem. Their coordination was terrible, and while some had decent technique, it wasn't enough to overwhelm him.
But as the minutes passed, something changed.
Their affinity began to rise.
The bunch were learning to actually work as a team!
Gone was the easy rhythm where he could repel them one by one.
Now, Taka was dodging for his life as five determined hero students came at him with growing coordination.
'I may have gotten them too fired up…' Taka thought as he dove and slipped through a flurry of attacks, his body swaying rapidly away from Mina's swift barrage.
Kaminari and Jiro flanked him from either side, one throwing a punch, the other snapping out a kick.
With a sharp twist of his torso, Taka narrowly escaped both and skidded backward—
—only for Sato to appear behind him, swinging a heavy arm down.
Taka ducked under it at the last second, sliding past the overly burly student.
"Oryaaaa!"
Then Kirishima charged in, ferocious and fast, lunging straight for a tackle.
This time, without his aura-enhanced movement, Taka couldn't escape.
The redhead wrapped him up and slammed him to the floor.
But at that very moment, something snapped inside him.
'I'M NOT GONNA LOSE AURAAA!'
The aura farmer within him roared to life as he teetered on the edge of aura loss. His thoughts accelerated.
In an instant, he forced the fall into a roll across the gym floor—using the momentum to kick Kirishima away once he gained the upper position.
The impact gave him just enough space.
Taka sprang backward in a long, powerful jump, barely landing before the others were already rushing him again.
However—
'Time to kick it up a notch.'
Taking a deep breath, Taka stepped forward...
—And charged at them.
The sudden shift in pace startled the group, but already coordinated, they didn't think it would matter. They had the numbers, and now they were overwhelming him.
Or so they thought.
Just as the two sides were about to collide—
Taka dropped flat and slid beneath them.
Now out of their eyesight, his legs snapped into motion. Swift, precisely, and, of course, stylishly, they entangled on theirs in a fluid maneuver.
Then he swept.
All at once.
"Agh!"
"Eh?!"
"Wah?!"
It caught them completely off guard. Most crashed to the floor before they could even react.
Mina, however, managed to recover, planting one hand and springing away, eyes shining.
"Woah—what the heck was that?!"
Taka ignored her.
'Yeah. This is what I'm talking about.'
As he pushed himself up into a stylish sky kick and landed cleanly on his feet, he felt it.
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[Let's Dance!] (ACTIVATED!)
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His passive skill kicked in.
Instantly, his reflexes sharpened. The world seemed to slow down—yet somehow remained just as fast.
It was a strange sensation.
One that nearly made him smirk.
It felt like his brain had been kicked into a higher gear.
And it showed the moment the five regained their footing and charged again.
Taka didn't blink.
He surged forward to meet them, and under the storm of incoming attacks, his body flowed effortlessly—dodging with full-body movement as kicks lashed out in rapid succession, his breakdancing skills fully unleashed.
Before they even realized what had happened, each of them was sent flying—struck somewhere, shoved aside, or knocked off balance.
Moments later, Taka spun up from the ground and landed on his feet, barely winded.
"You can't be serious…" Jiro panted, bracing her hands on her knees once she stood back up.
"W-what's with this guy?!" Kaminari stared at Taka, eyes wide with frustration. "Just when I thought he was looking vincible…!"
Sato nodded, equally exhausted and annoyed.
Kirishima, meanwhile, was crying. Whether from emotion or frustration, that was only known to him.
"What the hell, what the hell?!" Mina, on the other hand, looked thrilled. Her grin widened as she bounced in her spot. "That was sick! What were those moves, hey, Class Rep?! They almost looked like breakdancing—don't tell me you know how to dance?!"
Taka winced inwardly.
His desperation not to lose aura had made him get carried away, and show more than he should have.
It was just his breakdancing skills, so it wasn't that big of a deal, but the fewer connections he had to Rockinesis for now, the better. That was why he had fought normally up until this point.
Sadly, he'd just added another one.
"Ahem… I know a bit," Taka said calmly, trying to downplay it as much as possible, hoping they wouldn't make a fuss over it.
He had miscalculated.
"That didn't look like a bit!" Mina shot back immediately. "You were outright fusing breakdancing with martial arts! It was crazy—I could barely follow your movements!"
Taka sweatdropped at the sheer enthusiasm the pink-haired girl had for dance.
'Was she a fan of that in the show?' he mused, wincing as he tried to remember.
His mind jumped ahead to the school festival, the only arc where hobbies like that should have had a place.
And indeed...
'Ah… right. Mina was the one in charge of directing the dance team.'
Taka groaned inwardly. He would've slapped himself on the spot if doing so wouldn't cost him aura.
'I really need to start writing a notebook with all this useful info before I screw up again…'
"You gotta show me that sometime, Class Rep!" Mina beamed, already fired up and ready to go another round.
Seeing her enthusiasm, the other four subconsciously prepared themselves as well.
'Crap.' Taka winced, not quite feeling like fighting anymore.
Fortunately—
RING!—
The alarm on Taka's phone cut through the tension, snapping everyone out of it.
In his mindscape, Taka let out a long, relieved sigh.
He silenced the alarm, then turned the phone around to show them the time. "Sadly, we need to get going. Our time in the gym is over."
"Eh?! No way!"
'Yes way.'
"Argh, that was insane!" Kirishima exclaimed as he dropped onto the floor, sitting heavily while catching his breath. He turned to Sato, who was slouching forward now that he'd finally relaxed. "Dude, you were right. I feel like I improved a ton just from that fight!"
"Right?" Sato replied with a faint smirk.
Mina bounced over, still brimming with energy despite the sweat on her brow and her slightly ragged breathing.
"It's so frustrating that we didn't land a single proper hit—aside from that tackle, and even then, he shook it off almost immediately! Argh!"
Despite her words, her smile was wide.
Jiro clicked her tongue, clearly less pleased. "We were this close to dragging him down from his high cloud," she muttered.
Mina swept her gaze across everyone. "We should totally do this again sometime! What do you guys say?"
Kaminari was sprawled on the floor, panting like he was on death's door. Still, he weakly raised a thumb.
"Wheh…!"
"Of course!" Kirishima declared. "It wouldn't be manly to give up after just one defeat!"
"Alright…" Sato nodded as well. He had come here to train, and he clearly wasn't done yet.
Jiro hesitated, conflicted—but eventually nodded too. She couldn't deny how much their coordination had improved in a single spar.
One by one, the five—save for Kaminari, who remained horizontal—turned toward Taka, waiting for his answer.
He sweatdropped.
'This is just the consequences of my actions…' He laughed wryly to himself.
Still… it wasn't all that bad.
After today's spar, he could clearly tell what each of them lacked—at least physically. Quirk training could come later.
And since this had been his plan from the start, backing out now would be ridiculous.
"Very well."
He nodded.
The group instantly lit up at his agreement.
As Taka watched them chatter excitedly among themselves, he let out a soft huff.
'My life sure is getting busier and busier…'
Still, that only meant his aura-farming future was shining brighter than ever.
And as his thoughts drifted ahead, one event loomed clearly in his mind.
'USJ… I'll be waiting patiently.'
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-To Be Continued...-
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(A/N: Extra-long chapter since I wanted to finish this sparring part fast. How was it? Hopefully it wasn't boring.)