[HIATUS-ish] From Zero to Inferno (Fire Force X Reader)

Controlling the Flames (Prologue Part 2)

"Show me what you got! (Y/N)!"

The Junior Fire Force program opened up as summer began! Time had flew by so quickly, and now, here you are, practicing with 50 other people, but there was just one problem.

For some reason, you couldn't start up the fire. It was difficult to even start up a tiny flame.

"That the best you got?"

"I-I'm trying sir!"

Trying to focus, you finally manage to make a small flame.

"That's your fire?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess it is! A-ACHOO!!!"

As you sneeze, the fire increases on your dominant hand, shining brightly, you get ready to fight.

"Nope. I guess it wasn't."

"Well, at least you got your fire back!"

You stop and watch your environment for advantages.

You were at a basketball court, so there was nothing really to used. On top of that, all there was, was destroyed hoops, so there was nothing about that.

You sigh as you begin to start fighting with fire.

"Deep breath."

Immediately, you begin charging towards the instructor, as the instructor easily anticipates your move.

"Gotcha (Y/N)!"

As he tries to swipe you off by the feet, you jump in mid air, landing a few kicks in, then, you quickly jump back and boost your feet with flames, charging in like a jet propeller, and try to land your punch as the teacher quickly grabs your extended arm and throws you to the ground.

"Nice work, (Y/N), you used your leg as a jetpack. That's a really impressive use of fire."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You took advantage of your flames. That's an important advantage not many of the others have. Along with that, you have a unique way of fighting."

"Interesting."

He gets off you as you stand back up.

"Good job for someone that recently found out that they were a third generation. I'll see that you have a teacher that can work with your skills."

"Thank you sir!"

"Now, go wait in the lobby, I need to finish things up with the others."

"Yes sir!"

You walk in the lobby as you sit near a kid who was isolated and sitting alone.

"I guess I'll go sit there."

One of the kids stops you from walking as he warns you about the devil.

"You shouldn't sit near him."

"Why not?"

"Because he's creepy! Look at the way he smiles. He killed his own mother years ago!"

You look at the boy with red eyes smiling, creepily at you.

But of course you smile widely at him, because you knew him back in elementary school.

"I don't think he did."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't kill his mother like that."

You quickly lash out at the boy who was saying these types of things.