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A bit of slice life
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The first day of the summer training camp had finally arrived. The collective energy of Class 1-A was a buzzing force as they gathered in front of the school, their bags packed and their hero costumes in their cases. Aizawa stood before them, looking even more tired than usual.
"Alright, listen up. The summer training camp is a go. You all passed your practicals, some just barely," he said, his eyes landing on Bakugo and Midoriya, who both flinched. "But you're all here. The bus is waiting. Be quiet, be orderly, and don't cause any trouble."
"YEAH!" the class, minus a few, cheered.
"Class 1-A seems to be in high spirits! How wonderful!"
The voice, dripping with sarcasm, was instantly recognizable. Neito Monoma of Class 1-B strolled over, his usual condescending smirk plastered on his face. "I heard some of you failed the practical! How embarrassing! To think the oh-so-mighty Class 1-A isn't as perfect as they think! And here we are, Class 1-B, all passing with flying colors! Perhaps the tide is turning? Perhaps we're the ones who are truly--"
CHOP.
A sharp, decisive karate chop to the back of Monoma's neck sent him crumpling to the ground, unconscious. Itsuka Kendo, Class 1-B's rep, sighed as she grabbed him by the collar.
"Sorry about him," she said with an apologetic smile. "He's got issues. Good luck at your camp, everyone." She began to drag Monoma away.
"She's the one sane person in that entire class," Jiro muttered, getting a nod of agreement from Yaoyorozu.
"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE!" Iida announced, chopping the air. "LET'S BOARD THE BUS IN AN ORDERLY, SEATED FASHION! BOYS ON ONE SIDE, GIRLS ON THE OTHER!"
His plan was immediately ignored. The students piled onto the bus, a chaotic mix of laughter and shouting. The ride began, and the bus was anything but quiet.
"Hey, Midoriya, your new fighting style at the exam was awesome! Using your legs like that was so cool!" Kirishima called out from his seat.
"O-oh! Thanks, Kirishima! I'm still working on it…" Izuku replied, a light blush on his face.
"Not as cool as my kicks, though!" Rumi yelled from the back of the bus, where she was practically sitting in Mina Ashido's lap, both of them cackling over a video on Mina's phone. Jiro and Uraraka sat across from them, trying and failing to have a normal conversation over the noise.
"Kaminari, you idiot, that's not how you play the game! You're supposed to build your deck before we get on the bus!" Sero complained, holding up a handful of cards.
"I was busy, man! Give me a break!"
Akaza sat by the window, his hair tied back, watching the scenery pass by with a calm, neutral expression. He was a quiet island in the middle of a hurricane of teenage energy. Rumi, sensing a momentary lull in her own conversation, looked over at him and pouted.
"Aki, you're so boring! Come back here and be fun with us!" she yelled.
He just gave her a small, almost imperceptible smirk and shook his head, content to let her have her fun. He much preferred the quiet.
This chaos continued for the better part of an hour, the volume steadily increasing until a dark, menacing aura filled the front of the bus.
"Shut up."
Aizawa's voice was quiet, but it cut through the noise like a knife. His eyes were glowing red, his hair floating. "The next person who yells will be walking the rest of the way. We're here."
The bus pulled to a stop, not at a training camp, but at the edge of a random, cliffside rest stop. The students filed out, stretching their legs and looking around in confusion.
"A rest stop?" Kirishima asked. "Where's the camp? And I really need to pee…"
"This doesn't seem like a very logical place to stop," Iida noted, adjusting his glasses.
"Maybe they have a restaurant?" Uraraka offered.
Just then, a black car pulled up, and two figures in brightly colored, cat-themed hero costumes stepped out, striking a pose on the edge of the cliff. A third, a small boy with a red, horned hat, stood beside them, looking profoundly grumpy.
"Lock on with these sparkling eyes!" the blue-clad hero announced, striking a pose.
"We've come to lend a paw!" the red-clad one added, her pose just as dynamic.
"We're the Wild, Wild Pussycats!" they declared in unison.
A fourth hero, a large, muscular man with tiger-striped gear, stepped out from behind them.
Izuku Midoriya immediately went into a state of rapture. "The Pussycats! They're a three-person hero team who specialize in mountain rescue! They're veterans who have been active for over a decade, and their--"
"SHUT UP, NERD!" Bakugo roared.
"Their agency is a joint one, founded years ago, and their leader, Mandalay--"
"Wow, you know a lot!" the red-clad hero, Pixie-Bob, said, impressed. "But you got one thing wrong, kiddo!" She bounded over, getting right in Izuku's face. "We're not that old! We're all still 18 at heart!" Her claws flexed, and a menacing aura came off her.
"Uh… e-eighteen…" Izuku stammered, terrified.
Mandalay, the one in blue, sighed and stepped forward, gesturing to the small, grumpy boy. "This is my nephew, Kota. Say hi, everyone."
Izuku walked forward, his hand outstretched. "Hey there, I'm Izuku Midoriya from U.A. High's hero co--"
WHAM.
Kota's fist connected squarely with Izuku's sensitive groin. As the green-haired boy crumpled to the ground in agony, the class stared in shock.
"You brat!" Iida yelled. "How could you do such a thing to Midoriya's mid-section?!"
Kota just glared at them all with an intense hatred. "I don't wanna hang out with a bunch of hero-wannabes."
Bakugo actually laughed. "I like this kid's attitude."
"Alright, playtime's over," Mandalay said, her voice turning professional. She pointed a clawed glove at the vast, sprawling forest that filled the canyon below them. "Your training camp is at the base of that mountain."
The class looked confused. "But… then why did we stop up here?" Uraraka asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Rumi said, her eyes gleaming as she finally understood. A feral grin spread across her face. "This is where the training starts."
"Bingo, bunny-girl!" Pixie-Bob cheered. "The current time is 9:30 AM. You have until 12:30 PM to get to the lodge on your own two feet! And you'd better hurry, because anyone who doesn't make it in time... won't get any lunch!"
Before the students could protest, Pixie-Bob slammed her hands on the ground. "Earth Flow!"
The cliffside beneath Class 1-A disintegrated into a massive, roiling wave of mud and rock. With a collective scream, all twenty students were sent tumbling down the embankment, crashing into the dark, ominous forest below.
They landed in a heap, coughing and covered in dirt.
"Are you kidding me?!" Kaminari moaned, pulling himself out of a bush.
"This is so messed up!" Mina agreed.
A deep growl echoed through the trees. The ground in front of them began to churn, and a massive, hulking creature made of dirt, rock, and twisted roots rose from the earth.
"A beast!" Kaminari shrieked.
"It's one of Pixie-Bob's dirt monsters!" Izuku yelled, getting into a fighting stance. "Everyone, stay on your guard!"
Before anyone else could move, Akaza, Rumi, Bakugo, and Shoto were already in action.
"DIE!" Bakugo roared. He didn't just blast. He launched himself into the air, spun, and angled his kick just as Akaza had advised, using his explosion as a focused propellant for a devastating axe kick, shattering the monster's shoulder.
Izuku, seeing Kanchan's new move, gritted his teeth and activated Full Cowling. He leaped, channeling the green energy into his legs, and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick that caved in the creature's side.
Shoto, no longer hesitating, sent a wave of fire to dry out the monster's muddy composition, followed by a blast of ice to freeze it and make it brittle.
Akaza and Rumi finished it. They used Soru simultaneously. Akaza's fist, coated in an Air Type shockwave, pulverized its head, while Rumi's aura-enhanced kick shattered its torso. The beast collapsed into a pile of dirt.
"Alright!" Kirishima cheered. "That was awesome teamwork!"
"Don't get comfortable," Akaza said, his black eyes scanning the trees. "There are more. A lot more."
He was right. For the next three hours, the trek was a living hell. The Pussycats were relentless, sending wave after wave of dirt beasts at them, each one bigger and more complex than the last. But Class 1-A was not the same class that had cowered at the USJ.
They fought as a unit. Yaoyorozu created insulated sheets and cannons to support from the rear. Jiro used her earphone jacks to detect the monsters before they could ambush them, giving them precious seconds to prepare. Kaminari and Mina provided wide-area crowd control, electrocuting and melting the creatures. Shoji and Kirishima acted as an impenetrable defense, shielding the less combat-oriented students. Uraraka lightened heavy debris, Asui used her tongue for mobility and rescue, and even Sero used his tape creatively to bind the creatures' limbs or create tripwires. Iida coordinated their movements, his speed allowing him to relay messages and scout ahead.
And their vanguards were evolving mid-fight.
"This is awesome!" Izuku yelled as he used Full Cowling: Shoot Style to kick the legs out from under a three-headed beast. He was getting the hang of it, the flow of power to his legs feeling more natural with every strike, his movements becoming faster and more fluid.
"DON'T GET AHEAD OF ME, DEKU!" Bakugo screamed, using his AP Shot in a focused burst to drill through a monster's core, then using his other hand to blast himself onto its back, finishing it with a point-blank explosion, all in one fluid, martial-arts-like motion. His movements were still wild and aggressive, but they were no longer just sloppy rage. They had form, a brutal efficiency he hadn't possessed before.
Shoto was a storm of fire and ixe, creating walls of ice to trap the beasts, then filling the enclosed space with a torrent of fire, an efficient, deadly oven. He was using both sides fluidly, the mental block from the festival completely gone, his control over his flames growing with every blast.
After what felt like an eternity, they broke through the final line of monsters and stumbled into a clearing. They were exhausted, covered in sweat and mud, but they were all in one piece. They had made it to a wide, open field in front of a large, rustic lodge.
"Man… that was… brutal," Kirishima panted, collapsing onto the grass.
"But we did it!" Mina cheered, falling next to him.
Rumi, who was barely breathing hard, just stretched her arms. "That was a decent warm-up." She walked over to Akaza, who was wiping some dirt off his gauntlet. "See? Fun. Told you this would be fun."
Akaza just shook his head, a small smirk on his face. "You have a weird definition of fun, Rumi."
She was about to retort, her eyes sparkling with playful energy. The danger was over. They had made it.
Then, Akaza's Compass Wave flared. A passive sonar of shockwaves, he always kept active, which pulsed out, sensing the world around him. It had been sensing trees, rocks, and his classmates' faint battle spirits.
Now, it sensed something else.
An overwhelming, terrifying battle spirit, appearing from nowhere, moving at a speed that dwarfed even Soru.
It was a presence he hadn't felt since the USJ. It was the presence of a Nomu.
His playful expression vanished, replaced by a cold, hard mask of absolute seriousness.
"EVERYONE, GET DOWN! NOW!" he roared.
His warning was a fraction of a second too late.
A black flash, a blur of motion that defied physics, ripped through the clearing. It wasn't targeting the group. It was targeting him.
Akaza barely had time to bring his arms up in a cross-guard, his own shockwaves flaring to life.
A colossal, black-skinned fist, its knuckles like boulders, slammed into his defense. The sound was not a punch; it was an explosion. A deafening BOOM that shattered the trees around them. Akaza's eyes widened in shock as he felt the force, a power that was almost the same as the USJ Nomu, shatter his guard and send him flying. He crashed through the forest, a human cannonball, mowing down trees like they were twigs before disappearing.
There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence.
"AKAZA!" Rumi screamed, her voice cracking with a terror no one had ever heard from her.
She moved to dash after him, but before the class could even react to the sudden, shocking attack, new figures dropped from the trees, landing between them and the path Akaza had been flung down.
A wave of intense, blue fire erupted, creating a wall of flame that instantly scattered the stunned students, forcing them back. Dabi stood there, his stitched face lazy, his turquoise eyes cold. A lanky, twitching figure in a straightjacket and metal mask, Moonfish, crawled out of the woods like a grotesque insect, hissing, his teeth extending like metallic blades. And a mountain of a man, covered in rippling muscle and wearing a strange, gimp-like mask, landed with a heavy thud that shook the ground. Muscular.
"Well, well," Dabi drawled, a small, cruel smile playing on his lips as he scanned the terrified students. "Look at all the little heroes, all lost in the woods."
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