When the festival finally ended, Mewtwo headed straight toward the infirmary.
While most students were celebrating, discussing their matches, or speaking with the professional heroes who had come to observe the event, he had something else in mind.
The injured participants.
Recovery Girl's Quirk was incredibly useful, but it accelerated the body's natural healing process, consuming the patient's stamina and resources in exchange for rapid recovery. In some severe cases, repeated use could leave lingering exhaustion or other side effects.
So Mewtwo decided to handle as many of the injuries as possible himself.
One by one, he moved through the infirmary, healing the students who had suffered the worst damage during the tournament.
Cuts disappeared.
Bruises faded.
Fractures knitted themselves back together.
The process was quick and efficient.
When he arrived at Bakugo's bed, the blonde simply looked at him.
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.
Mewtwo healed the remaining injuries without saying a word.
Only when the process was finished did Bakugo finally speak.
"Took you long enough."
Mewtwo raised an eyebrow.
Then he smiled.
"That's your way of saying thank you?"
Bakugo clicked his tongue.
"Tch."
That was all.
No denial.
No confirmation.
Just Bakugo being Bakugo.
Mewtwo chuckled and continued to the next patient.
Eventually, he arrived in front of Izuku Midoriya, he was in a separated room.
The moment he saw the boy's condition, his expression darkened.
Midoriya's arms were a mess.
His legs weren't much better.
The fractures were obvious.
The muscle damage was severe.
His right arm looked particularly bad, while his legs had likely suffered additional damage from forcing his body beyond its limits throughout the fight.
Among all the students present, Midoriya had unquestionably suffered the most serious injuries.
And by a wide margin.
As Mewtwo silently stared at him, Midoriya began feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
The psychic hero wasn't saying anything.
He was just looking at him.
And somehow that was worse.
Finally, Mewtwo spoke.
"Was it worth it?"
Midoriya blinked.
"...Worth it?"
He shifted slightly on the bed and immediately grimaced in pain.
Mewtwo crossed his arms.
"Let me put it another way."
His voice remained calm.
Almost too calm.
"If Recovery Girl and I weren't here, your arm could take months to recover."
Midoriya's expression stiffened.
"You could have suffered permanent damage."
Silence.
"You might never recover full functionality."
Another pause.
"Your future career as a hero could have been crippled before it even began."
The words hit harder than Midoriya expected.
"And if you keep fighting like this..."
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed.
"You could eventually destroy your arms entirely."
The room became quiet.
"So let me ask you again."
Mewtwo stared directly at him.
"Was it worth getting this injured just to try to win a Sports Festival match?"
Midoriya bit his lip.
Because the truth was that he hadn't thought about it.
Not really.
He had simply pushed forward.
Given everything he had.
Done whatever was necessary to win, yes, there was the part of helping todoroki but...
He had acted first and worried later.
For the first time, he was forced to confront what that truly meant.
Before Midoriya could answer, Mewtwo stepped forward.
Soft green light emerged from his hands.
"Life Dew."
The healing energy washed over Midoriya.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Again and again until every injury disappeared.
The fractures vanished.
The bruising faded.
The torn muscles recovered.
Within moments, Midoriya felt completely restored.
Even better than before the match.
The green-haired boy stared at his own hands in disbelief.
He flexed his fingers.
No pain.
Moved his arm.
Nothing.
His eyes widened.
Then he noticed something.
Mewtwo's hands were still glowing.
And so were his eyes.
The psychic energy gathering around them felt different.
Sharper even.
Before Midoriya could ask what was happening, he heard a single word.
"Confusion."
The psychic attack struck instantly.
Pain exploded inside Midoriya's head.
His vision blurred.
His balance disappeared.
The world spun violently.
The force sent him crashing against the infirmary wall.
For several seconds, he couldn't even process what had happened.
Everything felt foggy.
His stomach churned.
He nearly threw up.
When he finally managed to focus again, he looked toward Mewtwo in complete confusion.
Only one word escaped his mouth.
"Why?"
He understood what had happened.
But not why.
Why attack him after healing him?
Why now?
Mewtwo looked at him without backing down.
"If it happens again, I'll heal you."
His voice was firm.
"But don't think reckless actions like that should come without consequences."
Midoriya froze.
"Take this as a warning."
The psychic hero stepped closer.
"If you end up like this again because the situation truly demands it, that's one thing."
His eyes glowed faintly.
"But if you destroy yourself for no reason..."
His expression hardened.
"I'll heal you."
Then he pointed directly at Midoriya.
"And afterward, I won't be so nice."
The room fell silent.
Then another voice entered the conversation.
"Young Raiden."
Both students turned.
All Might had arrived.
And unlike usual, there was no smile on his face.
The Symbol of Peace looked serious.
"I understand your point."
His voice remained calm.
"But that isn't the way to treat a student."
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"Physical punishment isn't something we should practice."
For a brief moment, Mewtwo remained silent.
Then something inside him snapped.
He respected All Might.
As a hero.
As a symbol.
As the person who had inspired millions.
But as a teacher...
That was another matter entirely.
Compared to Aizawa.
Compared to Snipe.
Compared to Kaina.
Compared to many of the instructors who actually trained students every day.
Mewtwo felt All Might was failing.
Because none of them would have allowed a student under their supervision to reach this point repeatedly.
What he had just done to Midoriya wasn't even unusual by Kaina's standards.
Lady Nagant had done far worse during training.
Because sometimes lessons needed consequences.
Common sense said he should back down.
Take a breath.
Leave the argument alone.
Instead, he did the exact opposite.
"Yes."
His voice remained controlled.
"But it's still better than allowing your own student to be this reckless."
All Might's eyes widened slightly.
"He could kill himself because of the recoil from his Quirk."
The room grew colder.
Mewtwo took another step forward.
"And now I understand why Teacher Aizawa didn't like your teaching methods, or even you."
All Might froze.
Even Midoriya looked horrified.
The psychic energy around Mewtwo intensified.
"You are a great hero."
The next words landed like a punch.
"And a terrible teacher."
Silence.
Complete silence.
All Might looked genuinely caught off guard.
Midoriya stared between them with wide eyes.
Neither had expected those words.
Especially not spoken so directly.
For several seconds, nobody knew what to say.
Finally, Mewtwo broke the silence.
"I'll speak with Principal Nezu."
Without waiting for a response, he turned around.
And walked away.
All Might took a moment to process everything that had just happened. He was used to being confronted by villains, reporters, politicians, and critics, but not by one of his own students.
He looked back at Midoriya, who still seemed horrified and completely lost about what had just unfolded.
Then it hit him.
Raiden had called him a bad teacher, and now he was heading straight to the principal's office.
Did he want him fired?
No.
That wasn't it.
What Raiden wanted was for him to stop being the one primarily responsible for Midoriya's training.
And that was a problem.
Even if he wasn't a perfect teacher, he still needed to guide Midoriya in the use of One For All.
"Midoriya-kun, wait here."
The pro hero rushed out of the infirmary and immediately followed after Mewtwo. Left behind, Midoriya sat alone in silence, confused beyond belief, his head still struggling to understand what had just happened.
There was only one thing he was certain about.
That upperclassman was terrifying.
By the time Mewtwo arrived at the principal's office, the principal was already waiting for him.
And judging by the look on his face, he already knew something had happened.
Nezu was calmly reviewing recordings of Midoriya's last two matches from the Sports Festival, studying them with visible interest.
Still, even he looked mildly surprised when All Might rushed into the office moments later and closed the door behind him. The moment the door shut, All Might released his transformation and returned to his thin form.
Nezu glanced between the two and immediately understood that this was not a casual visit.
"Looks like something important happened," the principal said. "Tell me."
This time, All Might took the initiative.
He explained everything from beginning to end.
The conversation in the infirmary.
Midoriya's condition.
Mewtwo's reaction.
The use of Confusion.
And the argument that followed.
Mewtwo neither interrupted nor contradicted him.
To his credit, the Number One Hero was being remarkably honest, even including the expressions and reactions of everyone involved. There was no need for Raiden to add anything.
Once the story ended, Principal Nezu leaned back in his oversized chair and remained silent for several seconds.
Finally, he looked at Raiden.
"Young Raiden, you understand that there were better ways to handle this and that you acted impulsively, right?"
Mewtwo nodded immediately.
"Yes. You're right. Looking back, I probably should have found another way."
Nezu nodded in satisfaction before turning his attention elsewhere.
"On the other hand," he continued, "I do agree that Midoriya-kun needed a wake-up call."
The little mouse folded his paws together.
"What you told him was correct. He has been making increasingly dangerous decisions, and if that continues, he could permanently damage his body."
Then he shifted his gaze toward All Might.
"And All Might, while your experience is invaluable and you are undoubtedly a great hero, I also believe you have mishandled your principal student."
The words landed heavily.
"He could very well cripple himself if this continues."
All Might remained silent.
Because he knew Nezu was right.
His own advice had helped push Midoriya toward this point.
Before the festival, he had encouraged him to shine.
To show everyone he belonged at U.A.
To prove himself.
And Midoriya had done exactly that.
He had pushed himself beyond his limits to make that happen.
Even if it had never been his intention, All Might could not deny that his guidance had contributed to this path.
After another moment of thought, Nezu clasped his paws together.
"This is what we'll do."
Both heroes focused on him.
"The internships are about to begin. As you know, they will last two weeks."
Nezu smiled.
"One week will be spent training under Gran Torino, as previously planned."
Then he pointed toward Raiden.
"And the other week, Midoriya will train with Raiden."
"Can I take the first week?" Mewtwo asked immediately.
Nezu blinked.
"Why?"
"Because during the second week I'll be assigned to a mission with the bureau, so it would be difficult to supervise him properly."
That answer was enough.
"Oh. No problem then."
Nezu made a note on a document before looking toward All Might.
"In that case, Raiden will take the first week. Is that acceptable to you?"
Seeing the principal's decision, All Might could not help but feel uncomfortable.
Not because he distrusted Raiden.
Quite the opposite.
The problem was that Raiden had already helped Midoriya improve his control over One For All more than anyone else had.
Including himself.
And that fact was difficult to ignore.
Unlike Midoriya, All Might had mastered One For All almost immediately after receiving it. Their situations were fundamentally different, which meant many of his experiences simply did not translate well to Midoriya's struggles.
Raiden, meanwhile, understood what it was like to wield power that damaged its user.
He understood adaptation.
Control.
Limits.
And growth.
In the end, whether he liked it or not, All Might knew the principal's decision made sense.
So after a long moment of silence, he nodded.
And agreed.