KamiJirou-Dreaming

//Returning Stronger than Ever//

1 month since the Entrance Exam...

*Thud, thud, thud* As dawn once again rose over the Kaminari residence, and it's only male inhabitant was wide awake, training. Other than the thuds of his kicks and punches and occasional grunt, he was silent, showing deep focus. The young man started to radiate with electricity as his strikes became even faster, more vicious, and more powerful. He was already 2 months before the school year at U.A. High School after passing the entrance exam with flying colors ( okay, so I'm gonna give Kaminari a little buff in his intelligence stat cus I feel like he should be way more smarter :P ). Denki's fists started to crackle with electricity and his eyes began to glow with power. He zoned out every distraction and focused on just absolutely destroying the punching bag. "This is why you're weak... this is why you're not gonna be a hero... this is why you're still at the bottom..." he muttered in frustration, every hit gradually hitting harder and harder. 

"...This is why you're a shame to the family..." 

Denki threw a right hook, penetrating through the bag's rubber casing, ripping it from it's chain. "Man, just shut the fuck up..."

At Kyoka's House

Kyoka put on a black T-shirt and threw a sweaty one into the laundry bin. She had just finished some hero training and felt the progress she made over the past few years she had dedicated to training. All the sweat, blood, pain, and tears... Kyoka clenched her fists. "It's all worth it, sooner or later, I'll be able to make a difference in the world." she thought. "...You're not gonna make it the hero world..."

"Just watch me..."

1 week before opening ceremony , Date City, Hokkaido, Japan

The wood floor of the dojo glistened. The smell of soap and wood polish was evident from everywhere on the compound. Denki was in the locker room, packing up his stuff. He puta sweaty set of clothes from the day's workout in a small bag. He placed it in his gym bag, slung it over one shoulder. As he was reaching for his sword, a voice called to him, "Leaving for home, Denki? At least eat dinner before you go." 

Denki looked at the source of the voice. It was Master Kurogane, an middle-ged man, around 30-35 years old, yet still mobile enough to teach sword fighting techniques. And he was his uncle, aunt Shizu's brother. She had sent Denki to train under her father, who was one of the last traditional sword makers and masters in Japan. He trained denki for 2 months, using his already excellent physique to further amplify his training. He drilled the values of sacrifice and moral code into Denki, making sure that his character was morally correct. Denki was given chores and taught good manners and etiquette. He was taught to treat others with respect and show charity to the needy. Kurogane reasoned, "What good does a sword do when it's use is to hurt others? Then, it is no better than a sharp metal stick."When it came time to use a sword, he taught Denki all the fundamentals, from making your own sword to defensive parries and offensive strikes. Denki was taught to be precise and efficient, to move freely yet under control. Denki was pushed beyond his limit, every day. But Denki didn't mind, he didn't care if it hurt. He liked it. He liked the feeling of sacrificing yourself to the greater good. And his uncle loved his tenacity, his work-hard mentality, and his thirst for learning. "Over 2 months, and he's changed so much. His skills are more refined, and he's learned to control his power." Master Kurogane mused internally. "But there still is turmoil inside him. His next step is to push past his past and embrace the future, to realize his worth and become the pride of the family." Denki slung his sword bag onto his shoulder, ready to leave. "I would like to, sir, but I have to get home as soon as possible and prepare for school. Thanks for the offer, though." Denki walked past his master and out the door, heading for the bus stop to take him back to Hosu City. He turned around and bowed. "Uncle, thank you for the lessons and guidance you have provided. I will put them to good use, I give you my word." Kurogane smiled. "Of course you will, I believe in you. Stay strong, bro." "I will, man. Thank you for your hospitality. If you will excuse me." Denki turned and walked to the bus that had just arrived. Kurogane looked at his nephew's fading figure as he boarded the bus. As the bus departed, Kurogane could not help but think about the future. "Trouble is brewing, little dude. Stay strong." 

Same Time, Hosu City, Tokyo, Japan

Kyouka panted as she sat on the padded floor of the martial arts dojo. She had just finished sparring with the dojo master and was bruised and scarred from the sparring session. Everyone else had gone, except her. She wanted to get as many hours in as possible. Also, she was going home with the dojo master, who happened to be her aunt. As her aunt had remained very supportive of her aspiration to become a hero, she offered to train her in basic to intermediate martial arts, ranging from karate to kick boxing to even some forms of judo.  So for the past 3 months since the entrance exam, Aunt Jin mercilessly beat good habits into her, which was, in Kyoka's thoughts, living hell. "Tired yet, shortie?" Aunt Jin laughed. "I don't know the meaning to that, old hag." Kyouka laughed back. "OLD? Not even I'm barely 30." "And yet you're still single." "And yet you're under 5'6." They glared at each other, anger boring into each other's gazes. Then it broke, and the two women laughed. "Well, Kyouka, I'd better clean up. You get to the car and pack the equipment, I'll close up shop." "Ok, then, I'll head out."

As they drove down the road, Kyouka slowly drifted away, deep in thought, sleepy from the daily routine. Aunt Jin looked over. Kyouka had fallen asleep. "I'd forgotten how peaceful she is when she's asleep." Jin looked back to the road. "If only they understood... I don't see her like this anymore, always stressed, worried, angry, or emotionless." Jin stopped at Kyouka's house. She looked, the window's were dark and the car was gone. Jin drove away, no way she was staying alone tonight. "Wasn't that my house, Jin?" Kyouka had awoken. "Yeah, but I'm taking you home tonight." "They're not home, huh?" Jin didn't answer. "I guess they're sick of seeing my face. Can't blame them." Jin could hear the hurt in her niece's voice. "Tell ya' what, kiddo. I got the ingredients for a hot pot tonight, but I got too much for myself. Wanna share?" Kyouka's eyes lit up. Jin knew her like the back of her own hand, and hot pot was her favorite dinner choice. "You mean it?" "Yes ma'am." "No lie, lowkey?" "Swear on my momma." "That is soooo crash." Kyouka started drumming on the dash, her sadness gone. Jin smiled again. "She's too precious."

Hey ya'll, what's up? Yup, I'm back, you love to see it. It's been more than one month since the last publish but I've been really busy since school started just a few days since the last chapter, so my bad ya'll. To those who stayed tuned, can't thank ya'll enough. To those who're new, welcome aboard. Peace out

-JeremyLinz