The Emperor's Dragon

Educate the Children

A lot of people seemed to have had the thought that cloning is the answer for AFO's problems. While he can physically clone his body, he can't transfer his mind to it. Even if he transferred the quirk AFO, the impression won't be functional enough to take quirks from him. So while he could clone his body, he can't transfer his mind, and the transference quirks Garaki has found so far are temporary.

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"Little Dragon, that file you gave me was so depressing," Ochaco complained as she ate her lunch. It had rained earlier in the day so everything was wet outside, so they were currently sitting inside. There wasn't meant to be any further rain.

"It's only depressing because no one reports the truth," Izuku replied, giving her a challenging look.

Ochaco sighed. She really couldn't argue with that. And she had checked the information Izuku gave her. There were no lies. What she didn't understand is why no one actually reported the truth?

"Why not?" She growled, frustrated. The Hero Native had been seen in Tsu and while he was being hailed for helping several people, the report Izuku had given her illustrated quite clearly how several had been injured by his quirk use. Izuku had given her several websites to research the villain, Blur and what she'd found was disturbing. Blur wasn't a real villain. They were simply desperate yet Native had... It didn't make any sense.

Izuku didn't reply. He didn't have to. They'd had this conversation before. No one reported it because it went against what people wanted to hear. There were some websites that reported the truth. Izuku had given them to Ochaco but they were generally considered the domain of the deranged, those who were quasi-villains themselves.

"Maybe I should become a reporter," Ochaco sighed.

At that, Izuku laughed. "You'd have to write independently if you wanted to write the truth," he told her.

"Maybe not," she immediately changed her mind. She'd looked up tables of comparative pay. Journalists did not earn a lot. Some might be well recognised but that was only the top ones and they earned commensurate with their fame but most were in for a hard slog. She wanted something a little more certain.

She could work with her mum and dad. They were doing comfortably well now and were expanding into larger projects. It was good but she wanted to do something that only she could do. Ochaco wasn't sure what that was. Heroics was still an option but she wouldn't be one of the heroes Izuku gave her information on. Rescue heroes didn't have the types of stats the others did and yet they were still respected.

She wasn't sure.

After hearing all the information she wanted to do something to expose the truth, something to make heroes actually heroes so that...

Ochaco blinked, slowly chewing her rice. If heroes didn't have those types of stats, then Izuku's dad wouldn't have been hurt. But how did she do that?

"Oi! Sympathiser!"

The call broke her out of her thoughts.

She looked over in time to see Izuku sigh before he turned in his chair. From the angle of his head, Ochaco could tell that he wasn't impressed and she suppressed a giggle at the sheer weight of the look. It was a good thing Hitoshi was off today or he would be laughing.

"What is it, Gatarui?" Izuku asked. His voice was soft. He cocked his head slightly and a small smile graced his lips.

Ochaco watched the spider-quirked boy. While it was hard to judge his expression, she thought he was a little taken aback.

Izuku's expression didn't change and he kept his eyes on Gatarui. Ochaco actually saw when the spider quirked teens resolve broke. There was nothing in his expression to signify it but she just knew. Maybe it was the way he held himself.