When Mewtwo finally finished his training, he was completely exhausted. He had pushed his energy to its limit, and now his entire body ached.
Creating new moves was always more draining than it should have been. It demanded not only intense concentration but also left a physical toll that wore him down faster than regular combat ever did.
"I should head back to U.A.," Mewtwo muttered to himself as he floated out of the arena. He knew he should've already started looking into the assignment the director had given him, but it was only the first day.
He could afford to take it lightly—for now. Besides, he was fairly certain the director had been watching him during training, which explained why he and Kaina had avoided speaking out loud. Keeping things subtle was safer. There were always eyes listening, he could let the director know about his new moves and potential but not their plans.
By the time Mewtwo exited the facility, the sky had already begun to darken.
The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the city. Authorized to use his Quirk publicly, he soared quickly above the rooftops, heading straight back to U.A. Flying through the city felt freeing—but having a license came with responsibility.
About halfway through his flight, Mewtwo noticed something happening below. On a quiet street, a group of men were attempting to snatch a schoolgirl's bag. Without hesitation, he extended his hand.
With a single wave, he used his telekinesis to slam the would-be thieves to the ground. Instantly, they were pinned—stuck flat against the pavement, unable to move. It all happened in the blink of an eye.
The girl froze, stunned. One moment she was being robbed, and the next, her attackers were squirming helplessly on the ground. Confused and shaken, she looked around, trying to understand what had happened.
Her school bag lay untouched beside her. The thieves were groaning, trying and failing to lift themselves up, their limbs pinned as though gravity had doubled down on them. Then, as if guided by invisible hands, their arms were pulled behind their backs, locked into position like they'd been arrested by an invisible officer.
"Was it a hero? But… why can't I see him? Does he have some kind of invisibility Quirk like me?" she wondered aloud, heart still racing.
Then, defying her expectations, a figure descended from the sky. He landed gracefully in front of her—silent and composed.
He didn't look human. More like a cross between a cat and an alien, though she couldn't be sure. His body was armored, and his face was completely hidden behind a sleek helmet. Only his glowing blue eyes were visible, faintly shining through the visor.
Before she could speak, she heard a calm, steady voice—but not through her ears. It echoed inside her head.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"
It was the first time she'd ever been rescued by a hero. She had always admired them from a distance—watched them help people, seen them signing autographs on the news, saving lives with ease and charisma.
But this was different. She'd never actually been in danger before, never felt the relief of being saved. It was surreal—frightening, and strangely comforting.
Today, she had dance class after school, so she ended up staying later than usual. She never imagined that on her regular route home—along familiar streets in a part of the city she passed through every day—someone would actually try to rob her.
Even more surprising was how quickly a hero had appeared to save her. Still in shock, she responded instinctively, not even realizing she was speaking through her thoughts.
"T-Thank you… Yes, I'm okay. They didn't do anything, just tried to take my bag. Really—thank you," she said in her mind, her voice shaky but grateful.
Mewtwo took a moment to observe her now that the immediate threat had passed. Her outfit struck him as a bit unusual—she wore full-body clothing that didn't exactly match. Under her school uniform skirt and blazer, she had on a base layer covering her arms and legs.
Even her neck and face were partially concealed, a kind of mask resting over her features. she was hidden under layers of clothes.
Mewtwo didn't question it. People in this city had all sorts of quirks—literally and figuratively.
Besides, he was hardly one to talk, standing there in full armor with a Quirk that caused his clothing to vanish entirely.
"Good. I'll call the police now—they'll take these guys into custody," Mewtwo said, moving closer to her. He hovered slightly above the ground, making sure his telekinetic hold on the thieves didn't weaken.
"I'm Mewtwo, by the way. Hero-in-training."
"T-Toru Hagakure," the girl stammered. "Thank you again for saving me."
Before Mewtwo could respond, his attention snapped to one of the pinned assailants. The man suddenly twitched and broke free of Mewtwo's psychic grip, his body shifting unnaturally. Muscles stretched, bones cracked, and in mere seconds, he transformed into a large, black panther-like creature. With a heavy stomp, he slammed his paws into the pavement, cracking the concrete beneath him.
Reacting quickly, Mewtwo placed himself between the transformed villain and Toru, shielding her with his body.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice was calm, "you'll be alright."
At the same time, he projected a telepathic message directly into both the girl's and the villain's minds:
"Surrender. If you continue down this path, your crimes will escalate. That means harsher charges and a longer sentence."
The panther-like villain bared his teeth in a grin, clearly unfazed.
"I've never heard of you," he growled, his deep voice laced with arrogance. "And I haven't seen you around before, so you're probably just some small-time hero. From the looks of it, I canceled out your Quirk the moment I transformed." He turned to the other criminals still struggling on the ground.
"Get up, now! Activate your powers. This isn't the place to lie down—we're not going to jail."
The balance had shifted. Mewtwo knew the situation was escalating fast. But he wasn't backing down.
Instantly, all of the villains activated their Quirks—or at least tried to. One of them sprouted thin, mechanical spider legs from his back, twitching and clicking against the ground. Another's head morphed into what looked like a bizarre water cannon, sloshing awkwardly as it formed.
But despite their efforts, none of them could break free from Mewtwo's psychic hold. It was obvious now—whatever power they had, it wasn't enough. They were simply too weak.
The panther-like villain saw this and understood immediately. He clicked his tongue in frustration, then lunged forward without hesitation. His target: Mewtwo.
The heroin training didn't flinch. He remained calm, standing protectively in front of the girl.
As the panther gathered speed, each powerful leap left deep cracks in the pavement behind him. His claws tore through the concrete, sending dust and pebbles flying.
But Mewtwo didn't seem concerned. As the panther closed the distance, he simply shook his head and lifted his arm. With one smooth motion, he pointed a single finger toward the sky, palm facing himself. A small yellow orb formed just above his fingertip, crackling with yellow electricity.
The panther, mid-leap, hesitated for a fraction of a second. He had assumed the boy's Quirk involved gravity manipulation—earlier, everyone around had been forced to the ground, as if held down by unseen pressure. But now, he saw something entirely different: raw electricity gathering into a dense, glowing sphere.
He didn't fully understand what he was seeing—and by the time he tried to adjust his strategy, it was too late.
With a flick of his finger, Mewtwo launched the energy orb forward. It moved at blinding speed—not the speed of a thrown object, but something faster. The ball of electricity struck the panther in mid-air, jolting through his body in a surge of crackling light. His limbs seized up, and he dropped like a stone, crashing to the ground in a twitching, spasming heap.
For a moment, he lay still.
Then, driven by rage or desperation, he forced himself to his feet, body shaking. With a feral growl, he lunged again—this time, closer. If he could just reach the boy, maybe this time he'd land a hit.
But before he could even extend his claws, Mewtwo appeared directly in front of him, barely an inch away. He moved so fast it was like he had teleported.
In a flash of light and sound, Mewtwo delivered a clean, powerful punch—his fist charged with concentrated lightning. The impact struck the panther square in the chest, sending a burst of energy through him and knocking him out cold.
The impact hurled the villain into a wall with bone-jarring force. His body convulsed uncontrollably as the electric current surged through him.
It was far too much for him to handle. His Quirk shut down almost immediately—his panther form dissolving as his body reverted to that of a regular human. He slid down the cracked surface of the wall and collapsed onto the ground, still twitching. A few more spasms racked his body before he finally went still, unconscious.
"I told you to stay down," Mewtwo said firmly, turning his gaze toward the remaining two villains lying on the ground. "Now the rest of you—please stay down. I don't want to hurt you unnecessarily."
The two didn't need more convincing. Glancing at their fallen leader and the trail of destruction around them, they nodded quickly. Their fight spirit had drained out of them completely. Resistance wasn't worth the risk.
Toru, who had been watching everything unfold just a few steps behind, was stunned.
Her eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
She had never seen anything like this in her life—not in videos, not on the news.
Seeing it up close made it feel both terrifying and inspiring.
She had wanted to be a hero before, but now… now she truly felt it deep in her chest.
Watching Mewtwo fight, protect her, and handle everything so calmly—it awakened something in her.
He was just a trainee, and yet he was already this powerful, this composed. In her eyes, he was nothing short of amazing.
"So cool…" she whispered without thinking.
Mewtwo heard her, though he didn't react right away. Soon after, the police arrived and took the villains into custody. Things were under control now. As the officers took Toru's statement and ensured she was unharmed, Mewtwo watched for a moment before stepping forward again.
"Well, with that, my duty here is done," he said, his voice softer now. "Be careful on your way home. It's getting dark."
With that, he rose into the air, gently levitating above the cracked street before taking off. He left her near the main road, not far from the train station.
With the police nearby, he was confident they'd make sure she got home safely. He could have flown her all the way, but that felt like too much.
The day had been long, and while being a hero-in-training meant helping people, even he had his limits.
Honestly, all he wanted now was to grab a pizza and get some sleep.
Tomorrow, he'd begin the real work. The director had given him an assignment, and he'd need to start investigating. On top of that, there were still unanswered questions about the Bureau.
His list of responsibilities was growing fast—hero duties, undercover work, and his own training all stacked on top of each other.
"This is going to be stressful…" Mewtwo muttered to himself as he flew off toward U.A., the evening sky stretching wide ahead of him.