Shikigami Dance: Naruto/BNHA Crossover

Who Wants to Be the Healer?

So, I'm back! The laptop is repaired.

Then Midterms

Then it was nonstop assignments

Then more tests.

Thank you to GoneFaraway for volunteering to be my new editor!

Special thanks to The Oddest Gwen for the new cover art!

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"Wow! That match was intense," Uraraka exclaimed, "Both Haru and Kirishima had a hard time winning that. I had no idea Cementoss was so strong!"

Recovery Girl shook her head, "As far as the practical exams go, All Might, Present Mic, Cementoss, and Midnight are especially hard opponents for you kids to best. Every one of the teachers at UA has years of experience, training, and time on their side."

The intercom buzzed out a warning, "Team Asui and Tokoyami! Practical Exam! Ready? Go!"

Izuku and Uraraka eagerly watched the beginning of the match between the two students and Ectoplasm with high enthusiasm.

At first, the pro hero's clones had the two students surrounded, but Tokoyami used Dark Shadow to throw Tsuyu to a higher level of the circular mall they were fighting in and Tsuyu used her frog-like tongue to pull him along with her.

The duo's movements were executed quickly and with precision, allowing them to escape instantly.

"Nice!" Uraraka cheered.

Izuku's face was lit up as he took notes on the action, "An escape only the two of them can pull off!"

"That's good communication," Recovery Girl confirmed, "They're talking to each other. It may not seem like much, but it's important. The last match was a good example of how well things work when you plan together and what can happen when you don't. I don't mean about having a sidekick or teammate that you know you match well with. Real heroes need to communicate with anyone."

The door to the room slid open and Kirishima walked in, "Hey! Did the next match start yet?"

"Kirishima!" Izuku looked past the other boy questioningly, "Where's Haru?"

Kirishima blinked in confusion and looked around, "He was next to me a second ago. Where is he?"

"Ahem," Recovery Girl was tapping her foot on the ground as she looked at the doorway, "Young man, come here."

Much to the other three students' shock, A pair of hands appeared around the doorway a moment before Haru's upper face peeked into view.

"Can I stay here?"

Recovery Girl frowned at his question and pointed at the floor before her, "Come. Here."

Haru gloomily obeyed, keeling before his mentor with his hand on his knees and his shoulder's hunched.

A sharp rap cracked through the room as Recovery Girl's cane smacked his head, making everyone wince.

The old heroine huffed and began lecturing him in a localized dialect they couldn't understand. Haru seemed to cringe more and more into himself as the lecture crushed him psychologically, despite the fact he could not understand a word that was being said towards him.