Training, J.A.M.S & Lipsticks

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'----' Thought

(----) Thought in the middle of a sentence.

*----* Sound noises

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Years passed as Rick continued to wake up at 4 in the morning by his over militaristic enthusiast father with a freaking trumpet playing the Reveille (the classic army wake up song) to run laps while strapped with tires, each time with either a bigger or an additional one, while weightlifting with his arms on little weights almost custom made to him.

And this all the while wearing a suit made of wires that covered every part of his body, that tightened his body and forced his enhanced biology to its peak. AND SINGING THE FUCKING ANTHEM!

Mind you, this was BEFORE going to kindergarten. His wracked before had to handle a bunch of noisy unstable maggots armed with quirks, that for some reason, decided to pick on him after he won the damn super tag! Only for his father to drag him to play baseball, basketball, football, soccer, fishing, and more sports. It sounds nice yeah? For some part, yes. The other? Ask his spasming muscles.

The worst part is when he goes back home, only to see his father with a bunch of lipsticks with different colors marked all over his face. Motherf*cker is having the time of his life while I have to suffer! He would pay for his sins.

About Weekends? Nop. These days were reserved for either swimming for hours in the local lake or walking a trail to a hill that might as well be a mountain or deep-sea fishing for god damned sharks which he had to pool the fishing pole alone! Against these beasts!

His father was no American, he was a Spartan and a sadist.

Pain? Pain is weakness leaving the body! That's what he says when I complain about it. [1]

And his body a masochistic abomination that got used to this, and asked for more! He would vomit if he did not see his defined muscles in the mirror bulging in glory (look at those abs!) every time he went to the bathroom.

He thought he was already crazy before, but this. This was a new kind of crazy. He got used to it though, or rather, his body got used to it.

The perks of his body always surprised him. It really made him a perfect soldier. Even his mind required less sleep for a full rest. He only needed 4 hours of sleep instead of 8, and he could stay awake for 3 days straight with no repercussion whatsoever!

His stamina and endurance were on the top tier in quirk level, his durability in upper-mid level, and healing in mid-level, if his father was correct (and with a lot of dirty jokes in between, saying it applies to bed). The rest of our body was aspects was at a minor level.

But what really put a smile on his face was his true quirk: Gun summoning.

He can summon any of the team fortress soldier's primary, secondary, and melee weapons. With all their pros and cons. And not only that, he has an inventory which he can store things not bigger than himself, as long they are not alive, and I even have the crits and mini-crits, and regen ammo. If there ever was any doubt I was not the soldier, they are gone now. [2]

Which his father did not forget to train it too.

The limits of his inventory, his aim, the speed he can equip and switch to another weapon, everything. Including his favorite training: Rocket jumping!

When he used the [Rocket Jumper] the only damage he receives is the fall in itself. But Rocket jumping with a real rocket? The first time he tried his feet felt like someone hit them with a sledgehammer on fire. It's still surprising his feet were intact since he was not wearing any shoes whatsoever.

But it was awesome anyway, he could feel the wind so fast. It was addicting.

But one day, more specifically, his 5 years old birthday (which he did not invite anyone from the K-garden, which all of them were in his death note). Which is happening right now.

"Soldier! Today marks an important day in your life, which I went through, you grandfather went through, the father of him went through, and so on!"

'C'mon! I just finished hell (kindergarten). Let me eat the cake! I deserve a rest, don't I? Wait…'

"From next week, you are going to the Juvenile American Military School! Or J.A.M.S.! Our family has deep ties with this middle school, and each and every May to ever go to it was the top of the class! It became a ritual of passage for the May's, where you become a man and a soldier! And now it is your time to do it!" His father said as an army commander. His smile was happy, but his eyes serious.

"I don't have to say that failure is not an option! Regardless if other cheated, had mightier quirks, or bigger brains. You shall be first place in each and every single subject! It is an order! Am I clear, cadet?" Uh oh. That's not dad anymore. That's commander Joe.

He did not say soldier. He only says that when it's an absolute order, the commander Joe order. There is only one answer to this.

"SIR, YES SIR!" Rick said with a strong and resolute salute (o7).

His father kept staring at his eyes, trying to see a falter in them, a doubt, a weakness. He only found fire instead.

"At ease, cadet." His father said in a calmer voice.

From salute, Rick moved to the 'at ease' pose.

"Now, you may rest and enjoy your birthday and week. The moment J.A.M.S. starts, you will appreciate this memory." Joe said, not ominous at all.

Rick stood there for a few more seconds, processing the information. And then looked to his cake. The cake looked more delicious than worrying about the future. His mouth won.

He turned on the TV and saw about heroes, who actually were a thing in this world. The army was still more badass though. But it was good to relax.

Besides, up to this point, he was already under pseudo-military training inside his own home. How bad could it be, really?

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He should know better than to raise flags.

His dad hummed a song while he drove to his new school, and from the window he could see what could only be seen as a prison, with a turret each corner of the gigantic wall. He could not see past the walls, what was inside them.

He stepped out of the car with his bag, which he needed since he would be living here until he graduated from this rabbit hole.

He looked back to his dad to see an assuring and firm smile, which gave him the confidence boost he needed.

He turned back to the entrance of J.A.M.S. It was a massive metallic gate with the school logo painted on top. Why the gate had to be so big? Were there any giants kept in there?

He approached the little pad on the wall near the gate and pressed the button with a microphone symbol.

"This is a restricted area. State your business." An emotionless voice said.

"This is Rick May! I was told to enter and graduate from this school!" He said in a firm voice. There was no room for weakness here.

Several seconds passed. He was about to press the button again when he heard the massive lamp of metal called gate move, shaking the earth as it opened.

From the gate, a person emerged. He had at least 3 meters, a trimmed beard and hair, wearing a drill sergeant costume, hat included. His face was a mix of seriousness and mad.

"So you are one of the May's huh? Follow me."

As they passed the gate, it closed behind them. There was no going back. He continued to walk in a very long plain of hard and dry soil. He could see a series of military bunkers (where they were heading), an enormous landing track, a massive lake, and dome-like buildings on the horizon.

"You are the first to arrive, and you will wait here until all your fellow cadets come. You are not allowed to speak, roam around, or go to the bathroom. You will STAY HERE. UNDERSTAND!?"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

He left towards the gate, leaving him in front of the bunkers.

So this was the place he was going to be for the next 10 years until he turns 15.

He expected to be in a military camp of some kind, yes. But not something so big. If someone told him this was a mini-state, he would believe him.

He stood there for a long time, but one by one his classmates came.

The first one was a boy with white hair and red eyes, with muscles no 5 years old should have. He had a weird but familiar looking rifle with him. He didn't know why but his very presence angered him.

The second one was another boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He carried a red and blue shield with a white star in the middle. Yup, this is a Captain America wanna be.

Other kids came, with various different appearances, one of them was even a 2 meters looking hammerhead shark. Together it was at least 30 kids, including him. They were organized in 6 lines of 5.

The same army guy from before now stood before all of them.

"YOU ALL MUST BE WONDERING WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS PLACE. I WILL CLEAR IT NOW."

"I AM YOUR DRILL SERGEANT AND INSTRUCTOR JAMES, AND THIS IS J.A.M.S.! THE JUVENILE AMERICAN MILITARY SCHOOL, WHERE BRATS OF BIG SHOTS IN THE ARMY OR RECOMMENDED BY ONE ARE GATHERED AND MADE INTO SOLDIERS LIKE NO OTHER!" He yelled at them.

"THIS IS WHERE BOYS BECOME MEN AND GIRLS INTO WOMEN. TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THOSE AROUND YOU."

He did as he said, and saw the kids again.

"MOST OF YOU WILL FAIL. NOT ABLE TO HANDLE THE LEVEL OF THIS BATTLEFIELD! OUT OF 30 KIDS, ONLY THREE GRADUATE."

"AND FOR THOSE WHO HAD PREVIOUS TRAINING? HAVE A GOOD QUIRK, ROYAL BLOOD? IN THE ARMY, EVERYONE IS EQUAL, REGARDLESS OF COLOR, GENDER, OR QUIRKS! DON'T WORRY, WE WILL GIVE YOU SPECIAL CARE…" He looked towards him, the rifle maggot, the shield kid, and the shark respectively, in a less than thrilling tone. A shiver went through all their spines.

"I AM GOING TO ENJOY BREAKING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU SORRY SACKS OF SCUM!" [1]

"AND WE WILL START RIGHT NOW! IN ORDER, YOU ALL COME HERE AND INTRODUCE YOUR NAME AND QUIRK. QUICK!"

One by one all kids stood beside the army man and spoke their names and quirks. Some had transformation quirks into a lizard, a fish, and a buffalo. Others had emitter quirks of various effects.

The white haired kid had a quirk called Aimbot, that summoned a visor which he can shoot anything he sees with perfect accuracy. He was Soldier 76!!! No wonder he didn't like him. He was a damned overtrash bastard, an overpriced copy of TF2 and in a way, himself.

And you know what's the worst? This world had Overwatch, BUT DID NOT HAVE TF2! WHY GOD, WHY!?!? He swore that one day, he would enlighten this world of what a true team game is.

His name was Jack Morrison by the way.

The shield guy had a mutant quirk that enhanced his physique and his trajectory aim. His name Steve Rogers. No comment necessary.

The shark giant has a mutant quirk that makes him a walking tank, that can bite through steel. His name was Toby Smith.

After they finish their introduction, the sergeant brought them inside the bunkers, was a row of bunk beds.

"YOU HAVE 1 MINUTE TO PICK A BED AND LEAVE YOUR STUFF ON THEM, AND LEAVE YOUR NEW HOME."

They all ran and choose a bed. The copycat (also known as Jack Morrison) had to pick the bed on top of his! But he had no time to waste, he swallowed his annoyance and went out of the bunker.

There he was met with a military truck, those that always appear in movies where on the back of it soldiers sit. Except that it looked different, stronger.

After more yelling, they all sat on the back of the vehicle and went to a plain close to the lake.

He ordered us to do a series of push-ups, weight lifting, run laps, and other activities. However, he ordered both me, Jack, Steven, and Toby to stay put.

While the others did the physical tests, he went to the truck and brought costumes Rick was already familiar with. It was the wire suit his father made him use while tort- training him! Though they had weird buttons on them, a green, a yellow, a red, and black, on the left side of the arm area.

"THESE ARE SPECIAL SUITS MADE FROM ENHANCED WIRES, USED TO RESTRICT ALL MUSCLE MOVEMENT BY TIGHTENING AROUND THE USER. ALL OF YOU WILL DO THE SAME TESTS WEARING THEM."

"EACH OF THEM WAS SPECIALLY MADE FOR YOUR PHYSIQUES, TO MAKE YOU BLEED JUST LIKE THE OTHERS. NOW GO!"

They all went to do the tests, visibly struggling to get used to the restriction. All except one.

Rick was struggling, but he did it every day after all. And the sergeant saw that too.

"SOO, WE GOTTA A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE, HUH? PRIVATE RICK, PRESS THE YELLOW BUTTON!"

He pressed it and the wires tightened even more. He felt like a pressurized bottle of soda. But he did not stop doing the tests. He had to be first, it was his mission.

One by one each kid fell in exhaustion, the last standing being the ones wearing the wire suits.

The shark fell first, the copycat second, remaining only the soldier and the captain.

They both ran laps right beside each other, neither giving in. They were drenched in sweat, stumbling like drunks, yet they did not stop.

"So, you… Rick May?" he said between puffs of breath.

"And you, Captain America?" he replied in grasps of air.

Steve smiled at the joke, he knew well who he looked like, the pre quirk hero from comics. He was surprised to know someone else read them.

"Than you must know… I can do this all day." He spoke while grinning.

Cheeky little brat.

"Then how about… a race? First to finish the lap, wins."

He agreed, and the race started.

Sergeant James was about to stop the chit-chat when he saw them both sprint. For the first time, he had a smile on his face, albeit briefly.

The two boys ran with their all, and when they were almost at the end. Rick used his legs, toes, and even nails to push his body farther then Steve. He felt his nails break and toes bend dangerously but with it came the push he needed.

He passed Steve and crossed the line, only to fall and stumble like a ragdoll on the race tracks, but with a grin of victory.

"ABOUT DAMN TIME! YOU TWO! GET BACK TO THE TRUCK! AND YOU!" He pointed to Rick.

"GET THIS TICKET AND GO TO THE INFIRMARY."

He was about to get up when a hand suddenly come to view.

"Nice one. You madman." Steve reached out his hand to Rick, helping him get up.

"I never met someone who can last as long as me. Desperate times require desperate measures."

Steve helped him to enter the truck since his feet were bleeding from the broken nails.

After arriving back to the bunker dorms, he was guided to the smaller bunker right next to their own. It had a white sign with a red cross, clearly an infirmary.

There he met a very weird woman, with white skin, purple spiked hair almost like a hedgehog and blue eyes.

"First day and already bleeding? Tsk, you better toughen up." She said as her hair hardened, and shot two small spikes to his feet! Piercing both of them.

"WHA TA HELL!" He was about to jump when he felt his feet healing and chilly. Leaving only confusion.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Healinghog, that's my quirk. Heals through my hair spikes." She answered annoyed.

"Huh. Thanks, doc!" [1] She was a nice lady after all.

"Hmph, now leave. I got more stuff to do." She turned her back and started reading something.

Rick left the place and returned to his dorm, just in time for James' lecture.

"FOR TODAY THIS WILL BE IT. YOU HAVE THIRTY MINUTES TO REST, THEN DINNER AND SLEEP! ENJOY IT, SINCE TOMORROW WILL BE WORSE." He finished as he shut the bunker's door with a loud BAM, leaving the kids to themselves.

They looked to each other and seeing no incoming danger, they started talking.

Rick looked around and spotted Steve talking to Toby (the giant shark). He seemed to be his bunk bed buddy, and he was on the top bed, God. Imagine sleeping with a 2-meter shark guy on the bed on top of you, wondering when the bed will give in and you be crushed while sleeping.

He was about to head to them when he heard his name.

"Rick May, son of Janedoe May. You live up to the name."

He turned around and saw Jack Morrison. Soldier 76.

"And you are soldier 76…Let me tell ya something. I'm the true soldier and overwatch sucks." Rick said.

Jack froze for a moment, but a small smirk appeared on his face.

"So that's how is gonna be, huh? Saying that to my face, it's a declaration of war, you understand?"

"Bring it on, hacker no skill-"

"Hey Rick!" Steve interrupted "This is Toby. Toby, meet Rick."

"Huum, I'm Toby Smith. People call me hammer tho. Huum, you can call me hammer if you want." The giant said shyly, making an odd sight with his hulking figure.

"And… Let's not fight. W-we are going to stay here, for long time. Friends, better." He was way too innocent for something that can bite steel.

Rick stood there for a moment, staring at 'Hammer'. What he said was right, but it's not like they would be arch-enemies or something. The shark somehow made puppy eyes at him. It was nowhere cute, it was pitiful. Pitiful enough for him to give in.

"Sigh... I'm Rick May, nice to meet you all. This is Mr. Overwatch over here, may we be best of friends."

"No way, he looks exactly like soldier 76! In a chibi version though." Steve said

"Chibi, CHIBI!? You dare call me chibi!? When you look like a chibi captain America yourself?"

Steve just laughed, Toby trying to stop them with his mighty shyness, and Rick stood there, watching the scene while thinking.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Writing notes:

[1] Here is your exclusive soldier voice line:

Pain is weakness leaving the body!

I am going to enjoy killing each and every one of you sorry sacks of scum!

Thanks, doc!

[2]

https://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Soldier#Weapons

https://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Critical_hits

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKX_RjDiF1A&t=8s&ab_channel=RobTheAwsm (primary weapons review)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kRVVyOIk2M&ab_channel=RobTheAwsm (secondary weapons review)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3JuSQvYFxQ&ab_channel=RobTheAwsm (melee weapons review)

What are the TF2 crits?

Crits are the critical hits, which do 3 times the base damage of the weapon and ignore and kind of distance or other penalties. It has a 2% chance of appearing randomly in a shot, but can be increased to 10% if more than 800 damage in the last 20 seconds. Melee weapons have a 15% chance of appearing in an attack and if the player's has done more than 800 damage in the last 20 seconds it goes to 60%.

Mini critical hits are a lesser form of crit that does an extra 35% damage to a weapon's damage.

Crit Boost is a state where the weapon glows in the team's color (red or blue), with sparks of electricity surging and crackling from it, and it guarantees critical hits whenever used. This affects most weapons that do not normally deal random crits. The only exception to this rule is the Cow Mangler 5000 as it does mini-crits instead of critical hits in this state.

Critical hits and mini-crits do not stack in any form and critical hits override any mini crit. And there are weapons that completely block the possibility of these 2 kinds of crits.

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(soldier has a shit ton of weapons, which most is just a reskin of others so I will only put the ones that are actually going to be used, and has different effects from each other or a useful shape)

(ammo loaded means how much he can shot before reloading, ammo carried his total ammo)

(any effect towards sentry's will be changed to any kind of gadget or machinery since in MHA world they do not have sentry. Also, anything that involves speed of capture the point will be changed to speed in capturing a space from an enemy force.)

List of all of [Primary] soldier's weapons:

[Stock Rocket Launcher]:

Base damage: 90 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 270 Ammo carried: 20

Effect: None

Note: Good for any occasion.

[Direct Hit]:

Base damage: 112 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 338 Ammo carried: 20

Effects: [Has 80% faster rocket speed], [Deals 25% more damage], [Guarantees mini-crit damage on opponents sent airborne by an explosion, grapple hook, or enemy attack], [Has 70% smaller splash damage radius].

Note: Great to attack enemies in the air, but the smaller splash radius forces the user to be more accurate and it hits way less targets the stock rocket launcher.

[Black Box]:

Base: 90 Ammo loaded: 3

Crit: 270 Ammo carried: 20

Effects: [On hit: restores up to 20 health points], [Has a 25% smaller clip size].

Note: Good for restoring health, but less ammo is deadly for a soldier, since it means a loss of damage.

[Rocket Jumper]:

Base: 0 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 0 Ammo carried: 60

Effects: [Grants the player 200% extra max primary ammo], [No self inflicted blast damage taken], [Unable to damage enemies], [No random critical hits]

Note: It server to rocket jump with no consequences, nothing more. However, since this is a real world, it might have other uses such as pushing people back with a rocket without actually hurting them since it does no damage.

[Liberty Launcher]:

Base: 68 Ammo loaded: 5

Crit: 203 Ammo carried: 20

Effects: [+25% clip size], [Has 40% faster rocket speed], [-25% blast damage from rocket jumps], [-25% damage penalty].

Note: Honestly, this might be never used. It has so much good and bad perks, its hard to know if this is actually good or bad when compared to other rocket launchers.

[Cow Mangler 5000]:

Base: 90 Charged shot: 122 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 122 – 151 Afterburn: 8/sec x 6 sec Ammo carried: Infinite

Effects: [Does not use ammo (replaced with an ammo meter)], [No random critical hits], [Deals only 20% damage to buildings], [Mini-crits whenever it would normally crit].

[Secondary fire is a charged shot that]:

[Mini-crits players], [Causes enemies to suffer afterburn for 6 seconds], [Disables buildings for 4 seconds], [Empties entire ammo meter], [Cannot be used unless ammo meter is full].

Note: Arguably the best rocket launcher.

[Beggar's Bazooka]:

Base: 90 Ammo loaded: 3

Crit: 270 Ammo carried: 20

Effects: [Hold Fire to load up to three rockets], [Release Fire to unleash the barrage at 70% increased fire rate], [+3 degrees random projectile deviation], [Overloading the chamber will cause a misfire], [Cannot collect ammo from dispensers while active], [ -20% less explosion radius].

Note: My personal favorite. This normally would be a bad weapon, since it forces you to release all 3 rockets at once since the 4th explodes on your face if you load more than the 3 limit, this 3 rockets not being accurate and most of the time you end up reloading only to shot in the wall because there is no enemy and you don't want the 4th to go boom. However, this thing about the 4th exploding makes this weapon the best for rocket jumping. If you keep reloading this fourth and continue doing so, you can rocket jump mid-air, essentially making your soldier be able to fly. Normally you need a surface to rocket jump, with this weapon you don't. And while it's accuracy is bad, is not that bad. If hit the 3 rockets most of the time, and 3 rockets in less than a second is pretty OP.

[Air Strike]:

Base: 76 Ammo loaded: 4-8

Crit: 230 Ammo carried: 20

Effects: [-15% damage from rocket jumps], [Increased attack speed while blast jumping], [Clip size increased on kill (up to +4)], [-15% damage penalty], [-10% explosion radius], [-20% explosion radius while blast jumping].

Note: In the ground it's trash, in the air it's good and can launch all rockets in quick succession. A barrage of rockets.

List of all of [Secondary] soldier's weapons:

[Stock Shotgun]:

Base: 60 Ammo loaded: 6

Crit: 180 Ammo carried: 32

6 damage x 10 pellets

Effects: None

Note: Good for any occasion.

[Reserve Shooter]:

Base: 72 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 216 Ammo carried: 32

6 damage x 10 pellets

Effects: [Mini-crits only take effect within 5 seconds of deploying this weapon], [20% faster weapon switch-to speed], [15% faster weapon switch-from speed], [Mini-crits if the target is launched airborne by explosions, grapple hooks, or rocket packs]. [Has 34% smaller clip size].

Note: My personal favorite shotgun. A little better than the stock with less ammo.

[Panic Attack]:

Base: 72 Ammo loaded: 6

Crit: 216 Ammo carried: 32

4.8 damage x 15 pellets

Effects: [+50% bullets per shot], [+50% faster weapon deploy time], [Fires a fixed shot pattern], [-20% damage penalty], [Successive shots become less accurate].

Note: Only the first shot is worth it, the rest is hot garbage.

[Righteous Bison]:

Base: 20 Ammo loaded: 4

Crit: 60 Ammo carried: Infinite

Effects: [Shoots an electric projectile instead of shotgun pellets], [Does not use ammo (replaced with an ammo meter)], [Projectile penetrates enemy targets], [Projectiles cannot be deflected], [Projectile damage reduced by 25% for each enemy penetrated], [Deals only 20% damage to buildings], [Has a 33% smaller clip size].

Note: The only useful part is penetrate enemy targets, the rest is not really important.

[Buff Banner]:

N/A

Effects: [Charges a rage meter with damage dealt — takes 600 damage to fully charge rage meter],

[At 100% charge, using it grants player and nearby teammates 10 seconds of guaranteed Mini-Crits].

Note: Pretty good for a team buff.

[Gunboats]:

N/A

Effects: [Grants 60% less self-damage from rocket jumping], [This doesn't affect fall damage], [Grants its abilities passively, does not need to be selected first in order to apply the ability].

[Mantreads]:

N/A

Effects: [–75% reduction in push force taken from enemy damage], [Deals 3x falling damage to the player you land on], [-75% reduction in airblast vulnerability], [200% increased air control when blast jumping], [Grants its abilities passively, does not need to be selected first in order to apply the ability]

[Battalion's Backup]:

N/A

Effects: [Passively increases max health by 20 points (220 total) on wearer], [Charges a rage meter with damage dealt — takes 600 damage to fully charge rage meter], [At 100% charge, using it grants player and nearby teammates 10 seconds of]:

[Immunity to Critical damage], [Raises resistance to damage by 35%], [Raises resistance to Sentry Gun by 50% (does not stack with previous)].

[Concheror]:

N/A

Effects: [Passively grants a health regeneration depending on recent damage taken; max is +4], [Charges its rage meter with damage dealt — takes 480 damage to fully charge rage meter], [While the buff is active, for 10 seconds the user and nearby teammates]:

[Have their movement speed boosted], [Are healed for 35% of the damage they deal].

[B.A.S.E. Jumper]:

N/A

Effects: [Allows player to activate a parachute whilst midair, slowing their descent].

List of all of [Melee] soldier's weapons:

[Stock Shovel], [Frying Pan], [Freedom Staff], [Memory Maker], [Ham Shank], [Necro Smasher], [Prinny Machete], [Golden Frying Pan].

(all have the same stats, but different looks, and since its real life, these shapes/looks will have their respective physical characteristics)

The shovel can be used to dig, the frying pan to cook, and even block shots in PUBG style, the memory maker is a camera so he can record things, the ham shank is a slab of meat so he can eat it, necro smasher is a hammer and can be used to crush stuff, the prinny machete is a giant knife so can be used to cut things, and the golden frying pan (locked since it's a golden weapon and I have a plan for those) can momentarily turn people into golden statues.

[Equalizer]:

Base: 33-107

Crits: 99-321

Effects: [When weapon is active/on hand]:

[Damage increase as user's remaining health decreases], [-90% less healing from Medic sources].

[Pain Train]:

Base: 65

Crit: 195

Effects: [Increases user's capture rate by 1 for points and carts (instead of carts and points its enemy bases)]. [Raises bullet vulnerability by 10%].

[Half-Zatoichi]:

Base: 65

Crit: 195

Effects: [50% longer melee range], [On kill: heals 50% of user's base health], [No random critical hits], [75% slower deploy and holster time], [This weapon is Honorbound and once drawn will be holstered for -50 HP unless it kills], [A single successful hit will kill an enemy wielding the same weapon].

[Disciplinary Action]:

Base: 49

Crit: 146

Effects: [70% longer melee range], [On hit ally: boosts player's speed for 3 seconds and boosts ally's speed for 2 seconds], [Deals 25% less damage].

[Market Gardener]:

Base: 65

Crit: 195

Effects: [Deals crits while the wielder is rocket jumping], [20% slower firing speed], [No random critical hits].

[Escape Plan]:

Base: 65

Crit: 195

Effects: [When weapon is active/on hand]:

[Movement speed increase as user's remaining health decreases], [User takes mini-crits when weapon is active, and for 3 seconds after switching away], [-90% less healing from Medic sources].

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Author Notes:

Making this chapter was way harder than those before. I know the main parts of this fanfic, the entire plot I have for U.A until the anime/manga ends, even the future original plots. But the real problem is actually the pre U.A, where my MC is still in the U.S.A and I want to make him have friends and such, to later even reintroduce them in the future, smooth out the military career, and the nature of his quirk and personality, and more.

And my god, about the soldier's weapons, watch the videos from RobTheAwsm, if you don't then you are gonna have a hard time grasping all soldier weapons abilities. And I will not make another summary! At best something like 'oh, this does this'. My god, it's too much info for my brain. These videos are actually the reason I made this fanfic, or rather, made this fanfic possible.

And this all the while trying to put it in less than 5 chapters so that the readers don't wait too much to get into the part we all love: U.A.

It's hard man, It's really hard.

Also, this chapter took a while to be released because why Saturday was pretty shitty, and I'm beginning to study for my exams to enter a university and you know how it is.