Training Arc Over.

Yes, Bakugo is annoyed even in sleep. Btw, does anyone watch RabSoPetty? A new video came out.

_______________________________________________________________________________-

At Endeavor's Hero Agency, the room was heavy with the presence of Japan's No. 1 Hero. Kurokami Tenshin, Bakugo Katsuki, and Shoto Todoroki sat silently as Endeavor stood before them, his fiery presence making the air around him feel suffocating.

"…Seems you're all prepared," Endeavor finally said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. His sharp eyes swept over the trio, lingering momentarily on his son before continuing. "This marks the end of your hero internships. I have no more to say. Get lost." Without another word, he turned on his heel and left, the weight of his dismissal lingering in the room like the heat he left behind.

Nearby, Burnin', one of Endeavor's most outspoken sidekicks, leaned against the doorframe, her flaming green hair crackling as she folded her arms. "Alright, you heard Boss-Man, kiddos! Get lost!" she said with a wide grin, her energy contrasting sharply with Endeavor's stoic demeanor.

Kuro raised his hand like a student in a classroom. "Aww, do we have to leave right away?"

Burnin' arched an eyebrow, stroking her chin as if seriously considering the question. "Considering you've been the most annoying one here? Absolutely. Get lost."

"But what about my stuff?" Kuro asked, his lower lip jutting out in a mock pout.

"What stuff?" Burnin' asked, her expression shifting to one of mild exasperation. "You have all your—" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as she recalled the chaos Kuro had caused during his time at the agency. While Bakugo mostly ignored her, and Todoroki barely spoke unless necessary, this "midget," as she had privately nicknamed him, had doggedly tailed her around the agency, bombarding her with an endless stream of questions about heroics.

"Please tell me it's something important," she sighed, already regretting asking.

"Of course it is!" Kuro chirped, his tone far too cheerful. "There's my hero notebooks, vigilante notebooks, student course notebooks, basic hero laws notebooks, advanced hero laws notebooks, the one diary I borrowed from Mr. Aizawa—"

"Borrowed?" Burnin' interrupted, her fiery eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"—hero quirk notebooks, studies on the quirk gene, and a bunch more!" Kuro finished, completely ignoring her skepticism.

Burnin' pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "Fine. Come on, nerd," she muttered, extending a hand.

Kuro grinned triumphantly and grabbed her hand, happily skipping alongside her as she led him out like a parent escorting their child.

Back in the room, Todoroki and Bakugo sat in silence, watching the scene unfold. After a moment, Todoroki spoke. "Did you take his—"

"Yes," Bakugo cut in, smirking smugly. "The dwarf's nerd books are who-knows-where."

"…How you two are friends is a mystery to me," Todoroki said, his voice as stoic as ever.

Bakugo bristled, turning to glare at him. "We are NOT friends, Icyhot! Me and him?! NEVER."

Todoroki blinked twice, his expression unreadable. "What about Midoriya then? You have to be friends with him, right?"

At this, Bakugo's scowl deepened. "DEKU?! HELL NO!! I REFUSE!"

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his curiosity apparently piqued. "Then who are you friends with? You have to choose one."

Bakugo froze, his face contorting as if Todoroki had just asked him to solve a physics equation on the spot. After a long moment, he finally muttered, "Shtty Hair. I choose Shtty Hair."

"You mean Eijiro Kirishima?" Todoroki asked, blinking again.

"Obviously," Bakugo said, crossing his arms with a huff.

"So you're friends with him then?" Todoroki pressed, his tone calm but insistent.

Bakugo's eye twitched, and he slammed a hand on the table. "NO! Y'KNOW WHAT?! I HAVE NO FRIENDS!!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room.

Todoroki blinked yet again, his expression thoughtful. "…I see."

Meanwhile, at Gran Torino's modest home, Izuku Midoriya was packing up the last of his belongings. His hero costume was carefully folded and tucked into his bag, along with a few other essentials he had brought for the internship.

"Well, goodbye, Gran Torino," Izuku said, turning toward the door.

The old hero, lounging lazily in front of the TV with his feet up, didn't bother looking over. "It's Master, kid," he grumbled.

Izuku chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Master Gran Torino."

Before Izuku could leave, Gran Torino threw something toward him—a balled-up cloth that Izuku instinctively caught. Unfolding it, he realized it was his freshly washed green hero costume. "Thanks, Master!" he said, his face lighting up.

Gran Torino waved him off. "Don't thank me. Just hurry up and replace Toshinori already." His tone was gruff, but there was a faint glimmer of pride in his eyes as he added, "…And don't come back!"

Izuku laughed softly, though as he closed the door behind him, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over him. He had grown used to this place, to Gran Torino's brusque but oddly caring demeanor. It felt strange to leave it behind.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku looked up at the sky, the sun casting its warm light over the quiet street. He smiled, determination flickering in his eyes. "Well, time to get back home!"

...

The rhythmic clatter of the train speeding down the tracks filled the cabin as Bakugo, Kuro, Todoroki, and Izuku sat together. The group was scattered across the seats, each lost in their own thoughts—except for Todoroki, who was as direct as ever.

"So you've been training with All Might's mentor?" Todoroki asked casually, his gaze fixed on Izuku.

"Well, not exactly…" Izuku began, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "He's been training me as he did All Might, but it's not the same."

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "But you aren't All Might's illegitimate son, are you, Midoriya?"

Izuku sighed deeply, the question familiar but no less exasperating. "No, Todoroki. I've told you before—I'm not All Might's son."

Todoroki frowned, unconvinced. "That doesn't make sense. If you're not his son, why do you have such a close relationship with him?" His tone was calm, almost clinical, but there was an underlying curiosity that was impossible to ignore.

Izuku froze, his mind racing. He couldn't tell Todoroki—or anyone—about One For All. "It's definitely not what you think, Todoroki!" he blurted out, waving his hands in front of him in a panic. "I mean, he's just been… um… mentoring me a little more personally because of my, uh, circumstances!"

Todoroki leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed. "Hmm. Suspicious," he said simply, staring at Izuku as if he were trying to solve a puzzle.

Nearby, Bakugo was fast asleep, leaning against the window. His head rested on his arms, and his brow twitched occasionally as though he were annoyed even in his dreams. The dull hum of the train ride was apparently enough to lull him into unconsciousness—or perhaps the boredom had done the job.

Meanwhile, Kuro was uncharacteristically quiet. Instead of his usual cheerful chatter, he was hunched over a notebook, scribbling furiously. His mind, typically chaotic and brimming with curiosity, was now razor-sharp and focused.

Kurokami's Thoughts:

Class 1-A is without a doubt the strongest class in UA. We've proven that time and again, even under life-threatening conditions. Outside of the Big Three of UA, I have no doubt we're the strongest class in UA's history. But even so, this is nowhere near enough.

His pen scratched across the page as his thoughts flowed rapidly.

The League of Villains… we've only encountered them a few times, but their presence has been like a shadow looming over us. Those Nomu… especially the black one. If it was truly strong enough to challenge All Might, what happens if they have more of them? Even one more Black Nomu would be disastrous.

Kuro's scribbles intensified.

Resources. Brains. Money. The League must have all three to operate on this scale. And someone is funding them—someone who knows enough about hero society to create a creature tailored to counter All Might. Shock Nullification to ignore his punches, regeneration to endure his power, and physical enhancements to keep up with his speed. A multi-quirk organism like that isn't an accident—it's a deliberate creation. If they had more time, money, and resources, they could easily replicate it.

The image of Tomura Shigaraki flashed in Kuro's mind—the boy with the decayed hands, the twisted grin, and the air of chaotic malice.

With the attack on Hosu, villains will flock to him. This was his plan all along: use the Nomu to demonstrate their power and spread fear, then use that fear to recruit more followers. If that's true… then he's not the disorganized fool we've been led to believe. He's a strategist.

Kuro's grin widened as the pieces fell into place. His thoughts spiraled into increasingly complex theories, his pen moving faster until the frantic scribbling caught Izuku's attention.

"Umm… President? Are you okay?" Izuku asked cautiously, leaning forward to peer at Kuro.

Kuro snapped out of his trance, blinking rapidly before looking up with his usual cheerful smile. "Me? Of course, I'm fine! I was just thinking about how strong our class has gotten!" he said brightly, as if his earlier intensity had never happened.

"Oh… okay then," Izuku replied, his worry easing slightly. Kuro's demeanor was back to normal—perhaps a little too normal.

Turning back to Todoroki, Izuku sighed. "Anyway, I promise, I'm not related to All Might. Can we please drop it?"

Todoroki looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But if you were his son, it would explain a lot."

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands. The train continued speeding down the tracks, carrying the four young heroes toward their next destination—and the challenges that awaited them.

_______________________________________________________________________________

[Auther: I wonder what All Might's parents looked like? Oh, "Yo, it's been awhile, eh?"