Nezu sat in front of Amelia in his office, his sharp eyes assessing her with a mixture of concern and admiration. "So, you want more hero work?"
Amelia nodded, her determination unwavering. "Yes, sir. I know that man is still out there. I need to get more experience under my belt. Please, sir."
Nezu leaned back in his chair, contemplating her request. After a moment, he sighed and nodded. "I'm unsure, but I see your resolve. Very well, Amelia. I'll arrange for you to work under All Might, Mirko, and Eraserhead. You'll follow them on their patrols and learn from the best."
Amelia's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and gratitude. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
Amelia's days quickly became a whirlwind of training, patrols, and endless learning. Her first assignment was with All Might, the Symbol of Peace himself. Standing beside him, she could feel his presence radiating a comforting strength. All Might's approach to hero work was rooted in his belief in hope and perseverance.
"Amelia," he said one morning after their patrol, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and authority, "being a hero is not just about fighting villains. It's about inspiring people, showing them that no matter how tough things get, there's always a way forward."
Amelia listened intently, absorbing his words. Their training sessions were grueling, often pushing her to her physical limits. All Might had her running drills, sparring, and practicing her Quirk under extreme conditions. Each day, she found herself growing stronger and more resilient, her body adapting to the relentless pace.
During one particularly intense session, All Might stopped and looked at her, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. "You're strong, Amelia," he said, "but strength isn't just physical. It's about pushing past your breaking point, about standing tall when everything else is falling apart."
Amelia nodded, sweat pouring down her face, her muscles screaming in protest. "I understand, All Might. I won't give up. I promise."
After her time with All Might, she mentored under Mirko again. Amelia had grown accustomed to Mirko's intense training regimen, but she pushed herself even further. Mirko's approach remained fierce and unrelenting, focusing on building strength, speed, and combat prowess. Amelia's body was constantly pushed to its limits, but she embraced the challenge, determined to refine her skills even more.
Under Mirko's guidance, she became not only faster and stronger but also learned to better control her power, striking a balance between raw strength and strategic restraint. Amelia was relentless, determined to become a hero who could face any threat head-on.
Her time with Eraserhead, or Aizawa Shouta, was unlike any of her previous experiences. Aizawa was quiet, observant, and highly strategic. His training focused on stealth, intelligence gathering, and the importance of patience.
Aizawa leads Amelia through the dark alleys of the city. "Pay attention to your surroundings," he whispered. "Heroes often make the mistake of focusing too much on their target and not enough on what's around them."
Amelia followed closely, mimicking his movements as they manoeuvred through the shadows. Aizawa taught her how to read the streets, how to anticipate danger before it struck, and how to remain undetected.
Aizawa turned to her with his usual stern expression. "Being a hero isn't just about fighting. Sometimes, it's about waiting. Sometimes, the best action is inaction."
Amelia nodded, her gaze fixed on the darkened street ahead. "I understand, Eraserhead. I'm ready to learn."
One night, Amelia and Aizawa received an urgent call about a suspected smuggling ring operating within the city. The target: a dangerous new drug circulating among underground networks, reported to have peculiar and highly dangerous properties.
Nezu had briefed them beforehand, his tone grave. "We need to gather information first. A direct confrontation might alert them, and we can't risk that," he advised.
As they moved through the shadows of the city, Aizawa began to impart his knowledge on the art of espionage. "Spying isn't just about blending in," he explained quietly. "It's about observing without being observed, understanding the patterns of those you're watching, and knowing when to act."
They approached the suspected hideout, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place was dimly lit, with guards patrolling the perimeter. Amelia watched as Aizawa seemed to melt into the shadows, his presence almost undetectable.
"Stay close," he whispered, motioning for her to follow. Amelia mimicked his movements, staying low and silent. They found a vantage point, a small opening that allowed them to peer inside the warehouse.
Inside, a group of men was gathered around a table, discussing the shipment. Amelia strained to listen, her hearing enhanced, and she picked up fragments of their conversation.
"...new batch coming in tonight. The liquid's more potent than before," one of them said, holding up a vial filled with a glowing green substance.
Amelia's eyes widened. She focused, taking in every detail of the vial. It was a viscous liquid, almost luminescent in its glow, radiating an eerie green light.
Aizawa nudged her gently, signaling to memorize the scene before they retreated. Once they were at a safe distance, Amelia described what she had seen in detail.
"The drug... it's a green liquid, glowing. It's thick, almost like syrup, and it seems to emit a faint light," she recounted.
Aizawa nodded, his expression serious. "That matches the description of a quirk-enhancing drug we've encountered before. It's dangerous, amplifying quirks beyond natural limits, often with severe side effects."
Amelia felt a chill run down her spine. "What do we do now?"
"We gather more intel. We need to know their supply routes, their distribution network, and who's behind this operation," Aizawa replied. "But for now, we've done enough for tonight. Let's report back to Nezu."
After their reconnaissance mission, Amelia and Aizawa made their way back to UA. The gravity of what they had witnessed weighed heavily on Amelia's mind. The glowing green liquid had an unsettling familiarity, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this substance was more dangerous than they initially thought.
When they arrived at Nezu's office, the principal was already reviewing some data on his screen. His sharp eyes flicked up as they entered, immediately noting the seriousness in their expressions.
Aizawa gave a brief report of their findings, detailing the smuggling operation and the strange liquid they had seen. Amelia then described the drug, her voice steady but laced with concern.
Nezu listened carefully, nodding as he took in the information. "This substance you've described is troubling. We've encountered similar reports of a quirk-enhancing drug, but the glowing nature and its resemblance to the material from your previous encounter are new developments."
As he spoke, Nezu opened a drawer and pulled out a sealed zip packet. Inside was a small vial containing a sample of the same green liquid they had seen earlier. "We were able to secure a sample of the drug from a previous bust. It's currently under analysis, but the results are alarming."
Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the vial. A wave of nausea hit her, accompanied by a sudden headache. She rubbed her temples, trying to focus. She looked at Nezu, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why are you telling me this, sir? Wasn't this supposed to be one of those missions where you don't tell the teenager about the mission you send them on?"
Nezu raised an eyebrow at her reaction, his keen eyes not missing a thing. " Under normal circumstances, perhaps. But Amelia, this substance has the same chemical makeup as the material in the bullet that injured you, and it's similar to the vapour we found at the warehouse. It seems to specifically target your quirk, weakening you significantly. You need to be aware of the dangers, not shielded from them."
Amelia's breath caught in her throat. She realized that Nezu was right. She could feel a cold sweat forming as the realization sank in. This wasn't just another mission; it was something far more personal, "What? That can't be..."
Nezu's expression softened slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "It seems that this substance affects you in a way it doesn't affect others. For most, it amplifies their quirks to dangerous levels, but for you, it strips you of your power."
Amelia's mind raced. The parallels were undeniable, and the implications were terrifying. "Why? Why does it only weaken me?"
"We don't have all the answers yet," Nezu admitted, his tone serious. "But we need to find out. This isn't just about defeating a villain anymore. It's about understanding why you're affected this way and finding a way to protect you from it."
Amelia was overwhelmed by a mix of fear and determination. She had always prided herself on her strength, but this substance threatened to undermine everything she had worked for. "So, what do we do now?"
Nezu leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "First, we need to continue analyzing this substance. We'll bring in specialists to help us understand its effects. Meanwhile, I want you to be extra cautious on missions. If this drug is circulating, we need to ensure you're not exposed to it again."
Amelia nodded, her resolve hardening. "I understand. I'll be careful. But I also want to help with the research. If this stuff is targeting me, I need to know everything about it."
Nezu smiled slightly at her determination. "Agreed. We'll work together on this, Amelia. We need to uncover the truth behind this substance and why it affects you so differently. Until then, keep your guard up."
As they left Nezu's office, Amelia couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that had settled over her. She was tired, but there was no time to rest. The monster who had used this drug was still out there, and now more than ever, she needed to be ready. She would push herself harder, get stronger, and find a way to overcome this new threat—no matter what it took.