Chapter 16: Yamamoto

Bonus chapter just because

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Toya was drenched in sweat, his black tank top clinging to his body as he took a swig of water from his bottle. He had just finished training with his father, Endeavor, and was taking a moment to catch his breath.

As he sat there, panting, his younger brother Natsuo approached him and took a seat beside him. "Aniki," he said, "I want to talk to you about my Quirk."

Toya turned to face his brother, intrigued. "What's going on with it?" he asked.

"I can't seem to stop things from melting," Natsuo replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "Do you have any ideas?"

Toya thought for a moment before answering. "It's all about keeping the structure of the ice as solid as possible," he explained. "But it takes patience. You'll need to experiment and find what works for you."

Natsuo looked at Toya, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Can you show me how to do it?" he asked.

Toya nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, he created a small box made of solid flame. "This is how I do it," he said, watching as Natsuo examined the box with fascination.

"How do you make it look like it's not burning?" Natsuo asked, his eyes glued to the flame.

Toya smiled. "That's something you'll need to figure out on your own," he said. "Everyone's body is different, and what works for me might not work for you. Keep experimenting and improving, and you'll get there."

Natsuo nodded, pulling out a small notebook and jotting down notes. "Thanks, Aniki," he said, looking up at Toya with a smile.

Toya ruffled his brother's hair affectionately. "Keep training, and you'll see results," he said.

With that, the two brothers sat in comfortable silence, the sound of their breathing the only noise in the room. Toya felt a sense of pride in his brother, knowing that he was already well on his way to becoming a great hero.

As he looked at his brother, Toya felt a sense of hope for the future. He knew that Natsuo would face his own challenges, but he was confident that he would rise to the occasion.

With a smile, Toya stood up and stretched his arms above his head. "I'm going to take a shower," he said to Natsuo. "Keep up the good work."

Natsuo nodded, his eyes still glued to his notebook. Toya walked out of the room. 

Enji sat at his desk, rubbing his temples in frustration. He had just received word of the incident that had taken place earlier that day, and he was not happy.

Toya had taken it upon himself to intervene in a situation that didn't concern him, and in doing so, he had drawn a lot of attention to himself. Enji knew that this was not a good thing, especially given the fact that Toya was still a student.

As he massaged his eyes, Enji couldn't help but think about the potential consequences of Toya's actions. There were sure to be people looking for him now, especially since one of the thugs had the ability to transform into a werelion.

"I need to put more bodyguards around him," Enji muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that he couldn't be with Toya all the time, but he also knew that he needed to protect him from any potential threats.

Enji let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of his responsibilities as both a father and a hero. He knew that his children had chosen a dangerous path, and that it was his duty to protect them at all costs.

He stood up straight, his posture reflecting his unwavering determination. "I will not let that happen again," he declared, his voice echoing through the room.

Enji knew that he had to be vigilant, to keep a watchful eye on his children and protect them from any potential threats.

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The next day, Toya grumbled as he made his way to school. He couldn't understand why he had to attend classes when there were so many more important things he could be doing, like training.

As he walked, he saw a nearby hero working hard to defeat a villain. But Toya just ignored them and continued on his way.

"I don't have time to waste," he muttered to himself with a sigh.

But then he walked past someone with blonde hair and a skeletal appearance. Toya stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in recognition.

"All Might, huh," he muttered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

With a newfound spring in his step, Toya continued on his way to school. Along the way, he ran into Hikari, who greeted him with a smile.

"Toya, why are you being so quiet?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"I just don't have anything to say," Toya replied, his voice clipped.

The two walked in silence for a few moments before Hikari spoke up again. "Toya, do you like anyone?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Toya shrugged. "Not at the moment," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to know," Hikari said with a smile. "I want to talk to her like an adult."

Toya raised an eyebrow at her sudden change in tone. "Okay," he said, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Oh, and my grandfather wants to meet you after school," Hikari added, her voice returning to its usual cheerful tone.

Toya frowned. "Why does he want to meet me?" he asked.

Hikari shrugged. "I'm not sure," she said. "But he's a pretty cool guy, so it should be fun."

....

In a sprawling Japanese mansion, an old man sat in quiet contemplation, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. A katana lay across his lap, its blade glinting in the soft light that filtered through the shoji screens.

The room was silent, save for the sound of the old man's breathing and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. The air was thick with a sense of stillness, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl.

As the minutes ticked by, the old man remained motionless, lost in thought. His mind was a vast landscape, filled with memories of battles fought and victories won. He had lived a long and storied life, one that had taken him from the battlefields of his youth to the quiet solitude of his current existence.

But even in his old age, the old man remained sharp and focused. His senses were honed to a razor's edge, and he could sense even the slightest disturbance in the world around him.

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