Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That Training Has Begun

It was 5:30 later that morning when the real training started, the rest of class 1-A appearing incredibly tired and still half asleep. The sun was still very low in the sky, beautiful colors streaked above them, much like it was in the early hours of morning when Mikutori and Todoroki had been talking.

They didn't do much after finishing such an emotional conversation earlier that morning, just enjoying the sunrise in silence until the rest of the camp started moving about to start the day. It started slow, and then moved very quickly, noise and people moving around inside.

Mikutori and Todoroki had left the roof when this started happening, not wanting to seem suspicious for being on the roof at such an odd hour. Mikutori made sure to put in her hearing aids before dressing in her gym clothes, leaving her beloved sunglasses behind, yet they get damaged in the later hours of training.

"Good morning, class," Aizawa started. Everyone was yawning, yet he seemed both very awake yet incredibly tired as he started his morning speech. "Today, we begin a training camp that will increase your strength. Our goal is to increase your skills exponentially, so that each of you earns a provisional license." Ah, the provisional license they were all yearning for, Mikutori included. Week-long internships were one thing, only being allowed to do evacuations and other non-threatening procedures, as they were still children, and unlicensed, and therefore a huge liability. A provisional license would change so much, allowing for them to partake in real hero work, and fight real villains.

"This will allow you to face the dangers that continue to fester in the darkness. Proceed carefully," Aizawa finished, a little dramatic for Mikutori's liking. He then proceeded to make an example using Bakugo through the baseball throw, exactly as they had at the beginning of the year. They were all surprised to see that the ball went no farther than it had months ago during the quirk assessment test. It was true, what Aizawa explained afterwards, that most of their progress was mental knowledge and stamina, but not much quirk improvement has been made at all.

"This'll be so hard, you'll feel like you're dying." Mikutori smirked at that. Bring it. "Let's hope you all survive," he finished, a terrifying grin on his face, knowing the absolute hell they were about to go through.

And it was absolute hell. Probably the hardest training she's ever done, it made the training she did with her father and uncle growing up look like child's play.

Aizawa had her set far in the forest, away from the rest of her class. At that point, Mikutori's quirk had a limit of controlling up to five feathers at a time, with a distance of five miles, but that was usually for only one feather at a time. Knowing that Mikutori could, in a way, 'sense', the feathers at a distance, he put her deep in the woods and set her in a mental obstacle course.

Mikutori was to release six feathers, more than she could comfortably handle. She sat down before starting, pulling the feathers from her head with a slight wince. She already knew her head would be pounding by the end of the day. Focusing on all of the feathers at once, she sent and moved the feathers around the trees and towards her classmates, already seeing how hard this training session was going to be for her. She had to 'see' all of the six feathers at once, and as the feathers approached her classmates, she saw them all. Her classmates were strewn about a large area, some stationary, while others were moving about in their training.

Mikutori remembered what Aizawa had told her before sending her off into the trees, "Your goal here is to not touch anyone or anything. You need to increase your control on multiple feathers at the same time from a farther distance, so I want you to move them around your classmates without touching anyone," he was very stern and serious in his explanation, Mikutori not even knowing what he had heard of her conversation earlier that morning.