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"i could see you being my addiction."
"I believe I mentioned this already,but your main focus this summer is obtaining provisional hero licenses." Aizawa informs your class.
Once again, you already had your license for quite a while now. You had been bored out of your mind sitting in class hearing about this over and over again.
"Do not take this lightly. A hero license means that you're responsible for human lives. You can imagine that the exam to receive one is very difficult. Only 50 percent of students pass the tests required for these permits each year."
Blah, blah, blah, you already took the tests four years ago and passed on your first try.
"It's that hard to get a provisional license?" Mineta questions, a now anxious expression on his face.
"In order to prepare, today you'll concentrate on creating something new." The door slides open, revealing Midnight, Ectoplasm, and Cementoss. "Two ultimate moves."
"When we say 'ultimate,' we mean a move that will ensure you win against your opponent." Ectoplasm explains.
"An action so unique to your identity that no other person can hope to copy it. Simply put, you must learn to lean into your strengths." Cementoss adds.
Midnight stands in a pose, just like she always would when speaking to your class, "Your moves represent who you are. These days, most pro heroes have an ultimate move. Those who don't are fools."
"This may sound abstract, but we'll explain more as the day goes on. For now, change into your costumes and meet in Gym Gamma."
You did just as he said, putting on your hero costume and heading straight to the training grounds.
You had resorted to working on your firing rate, seeing as that was what you needed the most training on at the moment.
You had extremely good aim, could shoot from a very long distance, and while you could fire at a pretty quick rate, it was nowhere near as fast as your mom used to be able to.
You were completely in honed in on your training, and you felt as if you were making progress.
Sure, it was hurting your arm pretty bad from how much you were using your Quirk, but it was what needed to be done.
Until Aizawa tapped you on your shoulder.
You turn around to look at him, thinking that he was going to give you some sort of advice.
But he wasn't.
"Principal Nezu called, someone's here to pick you up." He tells you.
You look up at him in confusion, "Did he say who it was? Why do they have to pick me up right now?"
