The morning air was crisp as Amelia walked through the gates of U.A., her thoughts a mix of excitement and apprehension. Today marked the beginning of her internship with Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. She felt the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders—Nezu's belief in her potential, the eyes of the World Heroes Association, and her own determination to prove herself.
Dressed in her U.A. sports uniform, she made her way to the designated training area. The rising sun cast long shadows across the campus, and the familiar scent of morning dew lingered in the air. As she approached the training ground, the sight of Mirko, already in action, filled her with a surge of adrenaline.
Mirko was in the middle of a rigorous workout, her movements swift and precise. She noticed Amelia's arrival and paused, a broad grin spreading across her face. "Morning, kid! Ready to get your tail kicked?"
Amelia squared her shoulders, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. "Ready as I'll ever be, Mirko!"
Mirko's eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and approval. "Good. Let's see what you're made of."
The training area had been transformed into a miniature urban battlefield, complete with simulated buildings, obstacles, and various training dummies. Mirko wasted no time in putting Amelia through a series of intense drills—agility exercises, combat scenarios, and rescue simulations.
As they moved from one exercise to the next, Amelia found herself struggling to keep up with Mirko's relentless pace. The Rabbit Hero's attacks were swift and unyielding, her strength and agility forcing Amelia to push beyond her limits. Despite the grueling nature of the training, Amelia felt a thrill she hadn't experienced before. Mirko's challenges were exactly what she needed to grow stronger, both as a fighter and as a hero.
Hours passed, the sun climbing higher in the sky. Amelia's muscles ached, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, but she refused to give up. Mirko's unyielding spirit inspired her, pushing her to dig deeper and find strength she didn't know she possessed.
During a brief break, as Amelia gulped down water and tried to catch her breath, Mirko approached her, a rare look of approval in her eyes. "You've got guts, kid. Not many can keep up with me, let alone take a beating and still stand."
Amelia managed a tired but genuine smile. "I'm just trying to learn from the best."
Mirko's grin widened. "Flattery will get you everywhere. But seriously, you've got potential. Keep this up, and you'll make a hell of a hero."
The afternoon training session introduced Amelia to a new level of intensity. Mirko shifted the focus from combat to real-world scenarios—rescuing civilians from dangerous situations, defusing tense confrontations, and handling unexpected crises. Each exercise tested not only Amelia's physical abilities but also her decision-making and problem-solving skills.
Mirko emphasized the importance of adaptability and quick thinking, traits essential for a hero. "Out there, you won't always have time to think things through. Sometimes, you've just got to act. Trust your instincts and your training."
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, signalling the end of their first day, Amelia felt a profound sense of accomplishment. She had endured a day of relentless training, pushed herself to her limits, and emerged stronger for it.
Mirko clapped her on the back as they walked back to the main building. "Not bad for your first day. Get some rest. Tomorrow, we're going to kick it up a notch."
Amelia groaned playfully. "Is there even a notch higher than this?"
Mirko laughed, a sound full of energy and excitement. "You'll see, kid. You'll see."
"Hey, kid," Mirko called out, finishing her stretches. "What's the deal with your hero suit? And have you picked a hero name yet?"
Amelia blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. "Oh, right. My suit got pretty beat up during the USJ incident, so I've sent the drawings for a new one to the support team. Hopefully, they'll have it ready soon."
Mirko nodded approvingly. "Good to hear. A proper suit is crucial. As for the name?"
Amelia hesitated, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm still waiting for someone to give me a name. I have a feeling they'll come up with the perfect one."
Mirko arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Who's this mystery name-giver?"
Amelia felt her cheeks warm slightly. "Izuku. He's been writing quirk analysis notebooks for years. If anyone can come up with a name that fits, it's him."
Mirko smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trusting a classmate with something that important, huh? Well, let's hope he comes through. A good hero name sticks with you, so it better be good."
Amelia nodded, her heart fluttering at the thought. "I know he will. He always does."
Back in her room at U.A., Amelia collapsed onto her bed, her muscles aching and her mind buzzing with the day's events. The intensity of the training had been grueling, but it was exactly what she needed. Mirko's relentless challenges had forced her to confront her limits and push beyond them, and she felt a newfound sense of determination.
As she lay there, her thoughts drifted to Izuku. She wondered how he would react to hearing about her day, about the grueling training, and about her growing sense of accomplishment. She picked up her phone and hesitated for a moment before typing out a message.
Amelia: Hey Izu, survived my first day with Mirko. It was tough, but I think I'm getting stronger. Can't wait to tell you all about it. Mirko asked about my hero suit and name today. Told her you were working on the name. No pressure or anything. :)
She hit send and smiled to herself, feeling a flutter of anticipation.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new opportunities to prove herself. And with Mirko's training, she was ready to face whatever came her way. As sleep finally claimed her, Amelia felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was ready to step into the spotlight, she wasn't just training to be a hero; she was training to be the best hero she could be