Balance In All [boku no hero academia]

[CH. 82]: Provisional Hero Licensing Exam Pt. 7

"We will be moving to the other sites now!" Sato screamed as he signaled [y/n] from the distance while the ropes retreated to their owner.

"This guy's right arm is broken!" Iida spoke as he carefully carried one of the citizens. "Sero, gimme some tape...!"

[y/n] grinned from above as more of her ropes went back to her, only for them to pin another location, "Things are looking good from up here."

Shoji looks up at her as he spoke, "You can take a rest for a bit, [y/n]."

The green-haired girl shook her head, "It's fine, Shoji. I don't think they'll like to be rescued by someone like me."

"Have you tried rescuing one of them?"

"Well, no..."

Jiro approached the two with a huff, "I think that's everything for now...!" She then looked at [y/n] as she waved her to fly down.

As soon as [y/n] landed on the ground, Jiro spoke to her, "Iida told me to tell you to rest for a bit, each group knows what to do, anyway."

With a sigh, [y/n] complies as all of her ropes went back to her, "Fine..."

Jiro tilts her head to the side as she spoke, "You... don't sound happy when you can finally take a break."

[y/n] replied as she clasped her fingers together to her chest, "To be honest, no one should take a break when it comes to rescue operations. The break starts after everyone has been rescued."

The dark purple-haired girl nods in agreement, "You do have a point... but we don't want you to get tired, do we?"

"But this isn't about me, Jiro. I'll be fine."

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[ [y/n]'s POV]

I totally forgot about the individual scores...! I was so focused on increasing the number of ropes I can make, yet I can only make up to fifteen of them... that's less than my goal which is twenty this month.

It's mentally straining to make one, and I managed to make them with that amount.

Damn U.A. and their 'Plus Ultra' motto.

Now, I'm just running on top of the rubble piling up from the explosions as I search for more injured citizens.

I can hear Bakugo yelling in the distance, but I'm sure he's fine. He doesn't want me around him anyway. But I can tell he is not the type to hug an injured stranger, but he's smart enough to know what injuries they have. 

He's an intellectual... a fucking nerd... but he hates being called a nerd. He does not want to admit it, either.

Wait, why am I suddenly thinking of him...?

Anyway, I heard someone weeping nearby.

Could be one of the actors pretending to be a kid.

Uhm... how do I deal with a kid?

At the school a few days ago, we did the Rescue Training Exercise ...

... we only practiced rescuing adults using dummies. Yeah, I know. It was a miss. A big miss.

Should I smile at them? Or would that be too insensitive to do it since it's a disaster? Ah... what do I do? What do I improvise?

Ah, the sound is getting nearer, they must be here somewhere.

I saw the kid trapped between two vertical walls on the verge of collapsing.

Wait, I need to think. This is no time to waste on thinking!