╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
⌜❝One day, I'm gonna forget your name... And one sweet day... You're gonna drown in my lost pain.❞
— Sweet Sacrifice, Evanescence⌟
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"Hit harder, Shoda! If that was a real fight, you'd be dead twice over!"
Kan's sharp voice cut through the morning air, slicing through the rhythmic sounds of combat—the heavy thuds of fists meeting targets, the rustling of disturbed leaves, the occasional grunt of exertion.
The forest was alive with motion.
Class 1-B was scattered across the dense woodland, each student locked in their own grueling training, individualized training regimen. Some sparred, testing their limits against makeshift dummies, while others honed their quirks through sheer, relentless repetition.
No idle standing. No wasted time.
The scent of damp earth and fresh sweat mingled in the crisp morning air, the uneven ground beneath your feet a constant reminder that this was no controlled environment.
No one got the luxury of a slow start.
The day had begun before the sun fully rose, when a sharp knock on your cabin door and Kan's gruff voice had yanked you from sleep at exactly 5 AM.
No time to complain. No room for sluggishness.
Just enough time to throw on your gear before being ushered outside into the brisk morning chill.
Breakfast had been brief and practical— nothing more than a hastily prepared sandwich wrapped in wax paper, eaten on the move as you and your classmates were split off from Class 1-A and marched deep into the woods.
While Aizawa, Mandalay, and Pixie-Bob oversaw 1-A's training elsewhere, Ragdoll and Tiger stood alongside Kan, watching over Class 1-B with sharp eyes and zero tolerance for weakness.
"Komori! Bigger mushrooms! I want them covering half the damn field by the time I turn back around!" Tiger barked, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched her quirk take shape.
Komori, still shaking off early morning fatigue, gritted her teeth and pressed her palms to the damp earth, coaxing massive fungi to sprout across the clearing.
"Kaibara! You call that rotation? You gotta put your whole body into it! Rawr!" Ragdoll chimed in, her usual cheerfulness tinged with an almost sadistic glee.
