The Boy Who's A True Hero

6. F.N.G.

Kaminari's POV...

Ugh...what time is it? Looking around I'm in the helicopter that the guy- er, Krimson's employer called in. Speaking of which, I'm seeing Krimson looking at the time on his wristwatch. I look to my left, seeing American soldiers sitting down, minding their own business while the pilots are flying toward what looks like...land?

Standing up now, I'm making my way to the front while Krimson follows me from behind; I can hear his heavy footsteps.

"Are we there?"

Krimson: "3 minutes away. Not too long."

"Huh, alright."

I smile, happy to see that I'm a step close to becoming a hero...when it comes to the military...I guess. I move to look out another window to see the rest of South Korea and what looks like battleships moving through the seas.

"Whoa..."

Maybe heroes aren't as cool as the army... Behind me, Krimson clears his throat and I look at him to see that he's got his gun in his hands, no longer having the strap around him.

Krimson: "Kaminari, hold this. I want to see something quickly."

Wait, what's happening? What's going on?

"Huh?"

He walks to me, offering his rifle which I take and hold in my hands. I think I'm holding it correctly...I got my hand on the handle and my other hand on the uh, stick...the grip I think.

Krimson: "Safety's on. Don't worry, you won't accidentally kill anyone here. Try aiming, let's see if you know at least how to hold a rifle."

The back of this gun's against my shoulder, I look through the gun's scope and I at least aim it to the side of Krimson, showing that I can aim. This thing's kinda heavy, though, I hope he can take it out of my hands.

"I got it, Krimson..."

Krimson: "Alright, that's good enough."

He takes it out of my hands and warps the strap around him and lets the gun dangle on a strap. He looks at me again before turning his attention to the pilot.

Krimson: "Pilot, what's the ETA?"

Helicopter Pilot: "ETA 100 seconds, stand by."

Krimson: "Copy that. Kaminari, let's move."

I follow his order, walking beside him to the back of the helicopter where the ramp is. I look next to me to see him looking at me and asking me something.

Krimson: "Kaminari, do you perhaps know any martial arts? Any fighting styles for close range?"

"Uh... No?"

Krimson: "Hmph, I figured. As I said earlier, we can train you once we land in Korea."

"Alright then... What's the first going to be about?—

I flinch slightly at the sounds of what sounds like an older man's voice coming through Krimson's radio on his vest. Krimson grips it and speaks into it.

???: "Krimson, this is Bravo-6, respond. Can you read me?"

Krimson: "Krimson to Bravo-6, good to hear your voice, sir. I'm bound to touchdown."

Bravo-6: "Copy. I'm outside, waiting."

Krimson looks over to me, before speaking into his radio and facing the door...or ramp. Whatever we walked on to get inside.

Krimson: "Bravo-6, be advised I've got a plus one with me, sir. Young boy, not military-aged, Japanese, but has a quirk, sir."

Bravo-6: "Quirk? You're bringing a civilian with a quirk here?"