The New Hero Generation

Chapter 5- Black Whip

In the training room at Might Tower, sat a large metal cube, it was the size of a small car, and probably weighed as much as a small truck. All but one of its sides were perfectly smooth, creating nearly clear reflections of the training equipment around it. However, the remaining side was riddled with small dents and scratches that had long since removed its lustre.

Across from the cube, several feet away, Izuku sits eyes closed, dressed in a plush bathrobe, leaning back in a vibrating massage chair, listening to calming music as he loses himself in the warmth of a bubbling foot bath. The soft pressure of the massage on his back, feet and shoulders, combined with the soothing melodies in his ears, relaxes him to the point where he could drift off any second.

Underneath the bathrobe is a skintight full body suit, a gift from Recovery Girl so that she could monitor his quirk and his body during his training.

And yes, this was training. Even if it was unusual.

Izuku begins to fade away, his brain conjuring images of him as a hero, dressed in a sleek costume with red, white and blue. He's walking down a road in a park, on either side of him are blooming sakura trees, towering above him.

He's holding the hands of two little children, one a boy and one a girl, both who have gotten lost. They smile and cheer, the three of them walking down the path. They feel comfortable, they feel safe.

This makes him happy.

He also notices that he feels like there are shadows in the corner of his vision that he can't see, hiding amongst the Sakura trees. Despite this, he doesn't feel tense as he feels the shadows watching him, rather he feels calm.

Relaxed.

Just then, the signal to begin jolts him from the daydream as the arm chair buzzes three times in quick succession under his arms. His eyes open wide as he thrusts his hands forward, the image in his head shifting as a villain manifests before him on the sakura tree path.

He hasn't met this villain yet, nor will he ever. This villain is a figment of his imagination, embodying everything Izuku wants to stand against. They're not real, they're a tool for him to channel his anger towards.

He imagines the villain sneering at him, eyes darting between him and the children. As the villain looks at them, they begin to cry and move to hide behind Izuku. The image angers Izuku and in an instant he feels the muscles in his hands tense as he wills two large tendrils to lash out towards the metal cube.

They strike almost simultaneously, the second strike bisecting the path of the first with two loud clangs. Afterwards the tentacles retract, allowing him to observe the aftermath of his attack as the dark energy begins to slither back into his hands.

The sight of the cube causes him some disappointment as it appears his strikes left no noticeable marks, and in response he determines to push himself further.

The instant the tendrils finish retreating into his hands, he thrusts them forward again, projecting the image of the villain in his mind once more. Using the righteous anger within him to fuel the quirk

He imagines the villain using their quirk to harm others.

bang!

He imagines the sorrow of those who have suffered the consequences of the villain's anger.

Bang!

As he continues attacking the cube, his imagination begins running away from him, and instead image of the villain shifts to Katchan.

Bang!

Then what he imagines Tsubasa's grandfather to look like.

Bang!