Rabbits love Broccoli (IzukuxMiruko)

VIII: Rabbit's Foot

"Five minutes! Ready?!"

"Wait, pause!" Midoriya pleaded as he looked around at his surroundings. "In here?! Shouldn't we take this outside where we won't damage anything?"

"I got enough cash to cover any damages that are done to the house AND still retire comfortably." Miruko answered. "If you're worried about a little property damage then you're training in the wrong field of profession. Sometimes in a fight against villains, you're just gonna have to go balls to the wall in your combat, and that's going to result in SEVERAL things breaking. That's if you even have balls for a nerd like you. Plus, there are going to be occurrences where destruction will work in your favor, you just have to keep an eye out of it."

The teacher smirked and rolled her neck around the back, twisting it on the right side to pop a trio of joints. "You get five minutes to try and kick my ass, and don't think this is going to be easy for you either. Because if you don't kick my ass then I'm sure as hell going to kick yours, and I plan on shoving my entire foot up it if you put on a shit performance."

Midoriya shuddered, DEFINITELY not wanting to have Miruko's foot ram itself straight up his backside. He gulped down a knot of fear and nodded, diverting his attention back onto One For All. The fact that the two of them are going to fight it out with the expectation that several objects in the room are about to be destroyed did make him feel a bit guilty since he'll be staying here for the week and he doesn't want to make the house a mess during his stay. But if his own teacher who owns the house says it's fine to cause some destruction then so be it. A little destruction will be served.

Looking around the kitchen with his eyes he tried to formulate some kind of game plan as to how he'll be able to combat Miruko in a close environment such as this. Thinking back to yesterday, her speed is fast, INSANELY fast. If she's able to close the distance between them in a short amount of time in an open area, then that time will practically be cut in more than half since there isn't much distance between them if any. This is going to be absolutely difficult and the more he continues to think about it the smaller the chance of winning starts to get. Initially his chance of winning was maybe, maaaaybe ten percent if he got lucky, but now as he took the time to really process his thoughts, it's about four percent or smaller.

Still, even with the seemingly dwindling chances of victory he still isn't going to take this defeat lying down, not when he has the opportunity of testing out this new breakthrough of his. Just how much of this ability will his body be able to take, how much of an increase in his physical capabilities will he be able to push before it gives out. If he had to give a rough estimate of the One For All percentage currently being pushed through his body he'd say about five percent give or take. Five percent which is a measly drop in the ocean compared to what All Might is constantly pushing out, but given the amount of damage that can be inflicted on his body if something goes awry, he'll shut up and take the drops gratefully. Better than having his entire body just turned into a giant raisin.

It's a very odd image to conjure up for something like this but if he can concentrate on retaining the idea that this new technique of his is like a carrot sweet cake, he should be able to slowly increase the power output over time. Five percent should kick things up a notch in terms of his speed but eventually he'd like to reach the heights of ten, 20, maybe even 50% by the end of this first year. Granted the higher the percentage increase the greater the strain will probably be on his body but thankfully he's taken up this internship underneath Miruko's wing. In order to reach his goal of becoming the world's greatest hero he'll need to focus, pay attention, and stay alive for that to happen...emphasis on the staying alive part. Especially considering who his teacher for the week is with a tendency to snap at him for the little things.