Motivation - SPORADIC UPDATES

Twenty-Eight

Last chapter before we finally get into the Sports Festival arc. It's taken way too long to get there, to be honest, but I'll make it up to you guys by going full try-hard on the fight scenes. Kazue's been training in martial arts from basically the second he could walk. 

No more bs like the Shigaraki fight scene that I half-assed because I'd never written a fight before. This is anime; the protagonists have five-minute internal monologues in the span of a millisecond. (Please note, there will be no actual monologues. Only fairly short critiquing of fighting styles, predictions, and analysis in between kicking ass.)

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"Before we do shit, I'm gonna establish that I'm well aware I'm an idiot," stated the teen sitting across from Kazue, slouched in his chair and a scowl on his face.

Adachi Takibi, the abrasive former ring fighter that Fueki had requested he tutor. For what, the brunet wasn't certain, but it most definitely wasn't because the older boy was going back to school. He knew that much, at least.

"Excellent," Kazue deadpanned. At least he was self-aware, a good start to nearly everything. "Today, we're going to establish what exactly it is you want to learn. I can't plan without your input."

Adachi tilted his head back to gaze up at the ceiling of the break room, arms folded in front of his chest. "Laws, probably. Dunno how many I've broken, and it's fucking annoying hiding from the cops all the time."

Kazue figured it was a good enough start, beginning to compile a mental schedule with the topic first on the list. If today was used to create the schedule, then he'd have until the next session to fully formulate a viable plan of action. He wasn't at all fazed by the casual mention of criminal activity, considering the fact that Fueki had quite the extensive record herself. "Continue."

"Uhhhh..." came the helpful response, drawn out far longer than necessary. "I guess... I dropped out after junior high, so literally what you're learning." Adachi peered over at him. "Or what you've already learned, or whatever the hell. Shun claims you're a child prodigy or something."

Finally, Kazue found himself thinking. Someone who didn't immediately jump to the word 'genius' without knowing what it really meant. "Alright," he agreed, recalling each lesson he'd been awake for thus far in the school year. Yūei's courses were apparently more difficult than standard, but it wasn't overly taxing to reduce them down to it. "Now then, let's establish..."

He began to list out the potential schedules to Adachi, with subjects and number of subjects changing in each. They could do one subject per session, or two subjects, etcetera, etcetera. Based upon the older teen's half-assed responses, Kazue was able to determine that a single subject per session was the preferred method.

They spent the first half-hour compiling the schedule. After that, Kazue began the run-down of Japan's laws. There were far too many to list all in one sitting, so he settled for the basics. No civilian ownership of firearms, no public Quirk usage by an unlicensed individual, and several more that had Adachi rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath.

By the time the session ended, Adachi had completely lost interest in cooperating. The only incentive for him to not storm out of the break room and leave... Fueki had probably threatened him in some way. She had a habit of doing that. If Kazue had to guess, she had denied his privileges to spar with her.

"Fuck it, I'm out," the older teen said the second the clock indicated an hour had passed, shoving out of his chair. He slung his bag over his shoulder without ceremony, stalked over to the door, and barged out into the hall. "Oh shit-"

Kazue muffled a snicker when Adachi ran headfirst into none other than Aerogale. The blue-haired man yelped in surprise, activating his Quirk on reflex and blasting the red-eyed loudmouth off of him with a gust of wind. "Nice going, Adachi-san," he called out mildly, raising an eyebrow at the fallen teen at his feet.