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Beginning of Chaper
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Location: UA, present time
The class was rowdy, everyone was with their friends in their own groups talking aloud. The main topic being the hero and villain trials.
Some where sitting on tables while talking while others silently in their seats, such as the likes of Bakugo.
Out of the class, Momo and Shoto were missing, presumably still at the school clinic due to their harsh injuries.
Kaminari and Kirishima along with Uraraka gather at Gojos table. Gojo leaning in his chair backwards, Uraraka sitting on his desk, with Kirishima and Kaminari sitting on chairs they dragged to there.
"Damn bro, that was such a insane first experience, honestly man that was so manly" Kirishima said as he clenched his hands.
Kaminari shakes his head and groans. "When you're not part of the losing team, this sucks." He whined about being one of the hero teams that failed.
Gojo meanwhile was looking around at the class, not paying much attention to the conversation between the two guys, and Uraraka who was mainly floating a pencil in front of her.
"Aiawas coming!" Jirou said, lud enough for the entire class, standing by the wall holding her earlobe jacks against the walls.
'Well interesting use of that Quirk...' Gojo raised an eyebrow at the way Jirou used her Quirk to warn the class on the oncoming sleep deprived hero.
All while at the same time catching the table from wobbling as Uraraka sprung off in a hurry to her seats, the two boys rushing with their chairs back to their respective desks.
Everyone rushed to their seats and pretended nothing happened, all sitting perfectly quiet just as the door opened to reveal Aizawa walking in.
He looked around the class, eyes lingering on Gojos spot before he continued to the teachers desk and pulled out his sleeping bag.
"You'll be told when you can leave for end of the day. We don't have anything else planned. Tomorrow you'll have classes officially starting."
And with those few words announce by Aizawa, be dropped to the floor rolled over and fell asleep.
The class, heads turning in disbelief before the sounds of chatter erupted again.
Gojo sat in his chair, mind far away in thought, thinking about his quirk.
'Space, space, space... Energy, I need more stamina.'
The truth is that currently, while he has more stamina than the others around him, to fully utilise his quirk, the amount of stamina he had was insufficient.
A prolonged fight would be bad for him if he didn't end it as fast as possible... but he didn't want that, he wanted the thrill of the fight. A habit he picked up from his uncle. The "fighting fever" as Koun called it.
Instead, this has become a problem with a solution that in future will arrive, but right now, he had bigger problems to work on.
"Soo Satoru, what are you thinking about?" Uraraka asked, standing besides him leaning forward.
He looked up at her before giving a slight smirk and answering. "How we dominated the Battle Trials, great job." He said as he gave her a thumbs up.
"Thank you, but it was you who did most the work Satoru." She said flashed him a smile, right before their conversation was invaded by outsiders.
"Satoru, you can warp! Do you know how amazing that is?!" Midoriya said in excitement, remaining everyone else about Gojos warping ability.
Iida appeared instantly behind him along with Shoji, Mina, Toru and Tokoyami, all gathering around Satorus desk.
"That along makes you a valuable asset to UA, it's extremely rare seeing a warping Quirk, and yet it's only one of your abilities." Iida said, his hand on his chin as he spoke aloud as the others nodded.
'Well that's true, I might be the most valuable one here... aside from Aizawa of course. I might even instantly get grade 2 rank easily from it.' Satoru smirked at the thought.
"What can I say, it's part of my bags of tricks. I only expect to become the strongest hero of all in any case." He said, leaning his chair back aside suddenly froze in place, as if managing to balance Satoru on only it's hind legs.
"A bit egotistical and excited would you say?" Bakugo finally spoke up from his seat. "I mean warping yea but it takes more than that to even reach that. Just because you have one of the rarest abilities doesn't mean you can say that casually."
The others looked between Bakugo and Satoru, expecting a reply to once again rile up Bakugo
"Listen grenade, I got the skills, and you're right, it takes more than that to reach grade 2. If you're not me of course." Satoru let out a childish chuckle, Bakugo fuming at the response, as well as the rest feeling somewhat unable to argue what he said.
In reality, the ability of warp or even teleportation is one of the rarest quirks. Individuals like those with these quirks are usually kept off the records and work exclusively for the government or other discreet parties...
"I mean... We all will be the best, we all give our best..." Midoriya started off, the others turning to pay attention to him.
"At the end of the day, we all will be heros, and the strongest of this new era!" Midoriya exclaimed raising his fist, the others smiling at his claim with some even agreeing with him.
'But I'll be the one at the top.' Gojo smiled, raising his hand as he joined the rest of the class in the chit chatter, turning to Uraraka and Kaminari to discuss while the rest did the same.
All while Aizawa, saved away from the students lay still and contemplated what he's been hearing all with a slight, near-invisible smile turning the corner of his cheeks as the class cheered
'Damn kids. Can't be quiet can they.'
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Location: Local Gambling Casino
"... Winning Number... Black seventeen, odd."
Loud groans and complaints came from almost everyone around the roulette table.
The croupier needed not to scan the table for the only winning bet made by one man.
Said man who was dancing shirtless, showing his lean but muscular physique, his fists in the air, a large open smile plastered on his face as he moved his body from side to side.
"Once again. Koun Hakari wins. That's 8 wins in a row. Very impressive." The man behind the wheel said while using the extention to push all the chips to Kouns side of the table, people leaving as those who came to replace them saw a chance to beat the winning gambler.
Yet at the same tine, Koun shook his head, finally calling down, putting the green button up shirt that laid on yhe floor on, leaving it open.
"Nah, gentlemen, as usaul I thank you for making me free money." He said followed by a a laugh as he took the small basket of chips he had collected to the exit of the casino to exchange it for money.
People around gave him unpleasant words directed at him, and as per usaul he hummed the tune of a song and paid no attention to anyone else other than the chip basket he held under his arm.
Koun was a regular at this casino. In fact, there hasn't been a casino this man hasn't visited and walked away with cash, or kicked out.
As he got tk the teller, the process took a while longer than expected, but as he walked out the casino with his pinkish hair, open green shirt, grey pants and black shoes he walked down the steps pnto the sidewalk to walk home.
A few thousand in his bank account had him in a good mood. A smirk on his face as his arm were behind his head as he walked down the street.
After a few minutes he came to a more quiet section of town. He looked around as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and a bos of matches.
As he lit his cigarette and took the first drag, a black car pulled up to the sidewalk where he stood and came tona halt, the engine going on idle. The black tinted driver window rolled down as the back door open revealing a woman.
'God, how this vehicle in pristine condition' He nearly let out a laugh behind the smirk he gave.
"Koun Hakari, step into the vehicle. Someone wants to talk to you." The diver said.
"If they allowed you to be the diver, I worry for their sanity." He said smirking as he then threw the cigarette on the ground.
"Tell me who's asking for me." Just as the Dover was about to respond to Kouns question, a voice that was familiar to him came from the back.
"It's about your nephew, get in already."
Koun narrowed his eyes as he walked over to the door before seeing the man.
"Well I'll be damned. Jogo. Long time no see." Koun stepped into the car and closed the door, the vehicle immediately revving and went back onto the road.
Jogo sat in the opposite seat, files in his hand and laps as he spoke. "Listen, you and I go back and I know you don't particularly like me since I work with your brother... but I'm here to ask just one question. It's about Satoru."
Koun glanced at the man before relaxing in the seat and buttoning up his shirt. '... Satoru, what did you do damn it...'
"What you want about the boy. Sherlock needing help?" Koun said with a sarcastic laugh. "Take the next 2 turns. Right and left respectively then go straight. The Zenin Residential Area, house 7, and that's my stop."
The driver looked at Jogo in the mirror before he gave a nod to her, the vehicle speeding up.
"Still haven't moved out I see... Anyway, yes. I want to know more about your boy. Ryomen couldn't give two dog and cow shits about the kid-"
"The entire reason I took the kid was because the bastard used the excuse of the kids mothers death as an excuse to exit his life. Couldn't care more about the boy but only the quirk he had." Koun said in a calm tone, yet the look of anger on his face betrayed him.
"What do you want to know?" He stated more as a irritated statement than as a question.
Jogo looked at him before nodding and looking back at the files. "Give me the quirk name and what it does. That's all I want." The car came to a slow stop as Jogo said what he wanted to know, the car stopping before a rather big house, large front yawn
Kouns eyes narrowed at that, already thinking to himself that Satoru caught the eye of the Commission, now making sense why Jogo randomly came to pick him up for this.
Koun opened the door and got out. "Kid calls it Limitless. Something about spacial manipulation. That is?" He said as he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Yes thank you, hey if you-" Jist as Jogo wanted to thank him, Koun proceeded to slam the door shut, Jogo clenching his jaw from the way he did it. "Respect the damn car, and thank you"
"Now dont bother me." And with that, Koun walked away towards the front door of his home. A rather large house with a beautiful green cut lawn.
The sped out the driveway as Koun entered the house. "Second goddamn day of this hero school and he's already getting looked into by that fire head."
He gave a heavy sigh. "Damn kid. Maybe I should make salmon tonight."
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