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CLASS 1B SEEMINGLY FOUND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO OBSERVE 1-A'S TRAINING. Watching as the individuals continuously grunted and cried out from the overuse of their quirks, many members sweatdropped and shrieked in fear. Katsuki Bakugo repeatedly shoved his palms in a bin of liquid, then moved it to face the sky as he blasted explosions.
Todoroki Shoto attempted to manage and activate both sides of his quirk, reaching a limit as he launched an inferno of red flaming hues and cooled the burning air with a large mass of ice blocks. Class 1B had even dropped their jaws agape as [Name] held a mountain hill in her grasp telekinetically while firing an illusion of black mist, pumping and sorting energy into her palms while frequently dodging the attacks of soil coming for her torso.
For the first time, [Name] generally felt herself reach a limit, which was foreign to her. Crimson, thick liquid dribbled down her left nostril, her head spinning and sweat rolling off her sore muscles. It didn't help being in a long-sleeve compression shirt, but either way, she continued to dodge the large masses of soil coming her way while the mountain hill lifted up in the air continued to stay afloat.
She felt herself giving in, which she's never done, so there was no way she would. Her breaths came rapid and shallow. She's never felt so overworked before. Her movements remained the same, precise, calculated, and strategic, but her dull eyes were scanning the area intently, silently pleading for a break, but it didn't seem to come at any point in time.
Though she felt the burning stares of someone from behind, she kept her guard up and intense focus on everything she was doing, repeating to herself; "What if there was a little girl on this mountain hill? What about this being a real-life situation?", to keep herself ablaze. Though her dull eyes avoid any emotion, she feels a new and unfamiliar strike of something burning throughout her body, something screaming to keep going.
This new flaming inferno capturing her kept her energy plump and alive, healthy and striving, as she frequently flipped and dodged. Her movements were slick and fast, and even the instructor sending the earth chunks continued to sweat profusely. As she backflipped from the huge barrier of solid soil and kicked it mid-air, she couldn't help but focus on not one, not two, but so many things rushing through her mind.
She kept thinking about the lace and strike of forewarning, something was coming, [Name] knew that intuition buried in her mind was correct. Like a pop-up amber alert, warning, and she couldn't ignore it.
She kept thinking of Kota, too. The young boy, she never felt such familiarity and connection with another soul before. It was like staring into a part of her younger self, and she felt a surge of protectiveness for him. Whatever this energy was, the forewarning, it wouldn't reach him.
She kept thinking about this new, burning desire that stung in the depth of her soul, so foreign. It was aching. Something had awoken in her body, and it set her instincts and nerves on fire, setting difficulty for the latter, who sent the soil blocks [Name's] way.
