UA Staff Chat
Nezu: It'll take some time for me to secure the chatroom. Three days, probably.
Present Mic: We can wait!
Present Mic: Can I rename the members in that chat pleaseeee?
Nezu: You can :)
Midnight: Oh no! OH NO!
Snipe: Whyyyyy???
Ectoplasm: You're not naming me ‘octoplasma’ again! What even was that??
Present Mic: I'll get more creative 😉
Recovery Girl: Be decent, Yamada. We're heroes now.
Thirteen: In his defense, we're not heroes for this expedition.
Power Loader: Expedition? Well, checks out anyway.
Hound Dog: Might I suggest we acquaint ourselves with some statistics of quirkism before we begin? It's of no assurance if we can't answer despite using that as a reason.
Nezu: You're right.
Cementoss: Where can we access the data?
Vlad King: I'm not sure if it's openly available. I don't think the commission that wants to breed powerful quirks would even bother to look into this matter to research.
Nezu: I agree. That, unfortunately, is the reason why I have limited practical statistics. The ones I have aren't enough and the only sources of basic information I have are the Detective and Sir Nighteye.
Recovery Girl: What about that person?
Nezu: We have lost contact since that happened.
Midnight: What are you guys talking about?
Present Mic: mYsTeRy!!
Nezu: And it will remain so.
Cementoss: Isn't it necessary to disclose all facts if we're working together?
Vlad King:^
Hound Dog: While I agree, I think Nezu would tell us if it was okay. We shouldn't force it out.
Power Loader: Meh, I agree, spitefully. Nezu would not disclose things which will jeopardize our careers or future.
Nezu: Thank you for understanding.
Thirteen: Alright, I'll be off now. Do let me know if there's anything I should do.
Ectoplasm: Same here.
Cementoss: I'll be off as well.
Nezu: Alright.
Present Mic: Byeeeeee.
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Tanaka-san of the dojo was a kind man with a mutation quirk who loved martial arts. He was determined to help Izuku with his fighting style and hand-to-hand combat abilities. It was Izuku’s third day at the Dojo and right now, he was on his knees, panting while Tanaka-san praised his quick adaptability.
“We should stop for today, Midoriya-kun. Practice these moves in sets of a hundred whenever you can.”
“A-Alright!” Izuku bowed and collected his items. Back in his regular clothes, he stepped out of the Dojo and headed towards the park to meet up with his mother who had taken up jogging in the evenings.
At the park, he settled down on the grass near the pond. Inko smiled as she approached him after her last round, out of breath and face flushed.
“You did great mom!” Izuku complimented, giving her a thumbs-up.
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Towards Change (Rewrite)
FanfictionA regular-chat hybrid. When true heroes are sick of being puppets, kids are brought up to believe in superior quirks and civilians are unaware, the one called the 'epitome of hope' and the one deemed hopeless rise to change things.
