Outside, the class gathered, all standing before Aizawa, who waited with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned the group as they approached. "Good. Everyone's here."
His gaze then shifted to Itachi. "Yaoyorozu. Step forward."
Itachi, unfazed by the attention, walked forward with his usual calm demeanor.
"You scored the highest in the entrance exam," Aizawa said, his voice steady. "You'll go first. Throw this ball without using your quirk."
Itachi nodded and accepted the ball. He stood still for a moment, calculating his throw. Without much effort, he tossed it high into the air. The ball sailed smoothly, landing about 68 meters away.
Aizawa glanced at the meter reading. "68 meters. Not bad," he said flatly. "Now, throw it using your quirk."
Itachi picked up the ball again, this time considering his options. Should I use Susanoo? he thought, turning his head slightly to see the eyes of his classmates on him, watching in anticipation. He decided against it, thinking it wasn't the right moment to reveal his full power.
Activating his Sharingan, he focused and threw the ball again. This time, it shot through the air much further, landing around 100 meters away.
Aizawa watched closely, his expression unreadable, but his thoughts were sharp. He's holding back. I can tell.
The teacher narrowed his eyes slightly before speaking again. "Yaoyorozu," he called out, his voice firm. "Don't hold back. Show us everything."
The class, who had been amazed by the previous throw, widened their eyes in shock. Keigo smirked, already knowing what Itachi was capable of.
Itachi hesitated for a moment. How did he know? he wondered, but quickly composed himself. Aizawa handed him the ball once more, his gaze expectant. "Now… don't hold back."
With a nod, Itachi activated his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. The air around him seemed to thicken with an intense, almost otherworldly energy. The ground beneath him cracked slightly as the ribcage of his Susanoo began to form, surrounding him in a faint aura of power. A massive skeletal arm extended from the ribcage, gripping the ball in its hand.
The class stood frozen in awe and disbelief. They had never seen anything like it.
Even Aizawa, who had maintained his stoic demeanor throughout the day, found himself intrigued. What kind of power is this? he thought.
With a calm, controlled movement, Itachi threw the ball once more. The sheer force of the Susanoo's arm sent it soaring far beyond what anyone could have expected. The ball vanished into the horizon, leaving a long trail behind it before disappearing from sight entirely.
The class was stunned, their jaws hanging open as they tried to process what they had just witnessed. Aizawa glanced at the meter reading which was 3 km, his thoughts racing. He really was holding back…
Keigo, still smirking, crossed his arms with pride. "That's my best friend for you."
Itachi deactivated the Susanoo and stepped back in line, unfazed by the shocked reactions around him. Inside, however, he felt a quiet satisfaction, knowing that he had just demonstrated a fraction of what he was capable of.
Aizawa remained silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts as he observed the class. Then, he turned back to them, his face as emotionless as ever. "Alright," he began, regaining his composure. "That demonstration was just the beginning. There are other tests you'll face today, and we'll start with the first one—a race. You'll be competing against each other, and your quirks are allowed."
The class nodded in understanding, though there was a mix of confidence and nervousness in their eyes. Yu Takeyama, with her usual boldness, crossed her arms and said, "This should be easy."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You think it's easy, huh? Well, here's the catch. If I'm not impressed by your performance…" He paused, letting the tension build. "You'll be eliminated."
The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. The students' eyes widened in shock, their expressions quickly turning from confident to anxious.
Anan Kurose, the girl with the Black Hole quirk, stepped forward, a look of disbelief on her face. "You can't do that, sir. That's unfair."
Aizawa's gaze darkened, and he spoke in a calm, yet piercing tone. "Unfair?" His voice was low, but it cut through the silence like a blade. "The world isn't fair. It never has been, and it never will be. We train to protect, to uphold justice, but the truth is, villains don't care about right or wrong. They attack without warning, without reason, and sometimes… they win. That's the reality we face. But even in an unfair world, we still fight. Because giving up means letting them decide our fate. And that's something I refuse to accept."
The weight of Aizawa's words settled over the class, and for a moment, no one spoke. The harsh reality he presented seemed to resonate with them on a deeper level.
Itachi, who had been standing quietly, broke the silence. "He's right." His voice was calm, yet filled with conviction, drawing the attention of everyone around him. They all turned to look at him, intrigued by his sudden input.
"It's true," Itachi continued, his expression unreadable. "The world's cruelty is a reflection of human nature—hatred, fear, the endless cycle of conflict. We strive for peace, but it often comes at a cost, and sometimes that cost feels unbearable. Yet, in the face of this unfairness, we find our purpose. It's not the fairness of the world that matters; it's the choices we make despite it. Even if we can't change the world completely, our actions can still ripple through it."
His words, though soft, held an undeniable weight. The class stared at him in awe, some nodding slowly, understanding the depth behind his philosophy. Aizawa, though usually unexpressive, raised an eyebrow slightly, impressed. This kid… he thought to himself, recognizing the wisdom beyond Itachi's years.
"You're right," Aizawa said aloud, his tone a little softer than before. "And that's exactly why all of you are here at U.A. High School. To face the reality of the world head-on."
With that, he stepped back, his voice returning to its usual tone of authority. "Now, everyone get to the starting line. You have ten minutes to prove yourselves."
The class nodded, a newfound sense of determination settling over them as they made their way to the starting line. As they walked, Keigo sidled up to Itachi with a teasing grin. "Bro, you really need to stop reading those philosophical books," he joked, nudging him slightly. "You're starting to sound like an old man."
Itachi gave him a sidelong glance, his expression as calm as ever. "Perhaps you should start reading them. They might improve your way of thinking."
Keigo chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, man."
Ryuko Tatsuma, standing nearby, approached them with a calm smile. "You have an interesting mindset," she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of approval.
The group turned to see her, a bit surprised by her quiet approach. Itachi, catching her gaze, offered a small smile in return. "Thank you," he replied, his tone soft but appreciative.
Rumi, walking beside them, grinned mischievously. "Finally! Some action. Time to kick ass!" she said with enthusiasm, stretching her arms as if preparing for battle.
Keigo sweatdropped, eyeing her with a mix of amusement and caution. "Kick ass? Seriously?"
Rumi's grin widened, showing her sharp teeth. "Hell yeah. Let's see what everyone's made of!"
Itachi sighed quietly, his calm demeanor never wavering as he glanced at the lively exchange between Keigo and Rumi. Meanwhile, Yu Takeyama, who had been watching the interaction from a distance, narrowed her eyes at Itachi. Something about him intrigued her, and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of power and secrets he was hiding beneath that stoic exterior.
As the students lined up, the tension in the air was palpable. Each of them stood ready, their quirks primed for the upcoming challenge. Aizawa stood in front of them, clipboard in hand, his sharp gaze scanning the group.
"Remember," Aizawa said, his voice firm. "This isn't just about speed. Show me what you can do with your quirks. Prove that you deserve to be here."
Aizawa divided the class into pairs for the race. "First up," he announced, " Usagiyama and Takami."
Rumi stretched her arms with a confident smirk, looking over at Keigo. "Come on, Takami," she teased. "Let's see if you can keep up."
Keigo grinned back, his wings shifting slightly in anticipation. "Sure thing, Usagiyama. Let's see what you've got."
The two of them stood at the starting line, poised and ready. Aizawa raised his hand. "Go!" he shouted.
Rumi took off like a bullet, her powerful legs propelling her forward at incredible speed. But Keigo, with his signature wings, took to the sky in a flash, flying like a falcon. He soared through the air effortlessly, crossing the finish line before Rumi even had the chance to blink.
Aizawa glanced at the stopwatch. "Takami, 3.54 seconds. Usagiyama, 4.23 seconds."
Rumi reached the finish line a second later, grinning as she caught her breath. "Not bad, bird boy," she said, her tone filled with friendly competitiveness.
Keigo chuckled, landing gracefully beside her. "Not bad yourself, Rabbit."
They both exchanged smirks, their rivalry more playful than serious, and made their way back to the others.
Aizawa scanned his clipboard. "Next up, Ida and Kamiji."
Tensei Iida and Moe Kamiji stepped up to the starting line. Moe, with her blazing hair, looked confident, but Tensei had the clear advantage of speed. Aizawa raised his hand again. "Go!"
Tensei's engines roared to life as he sped forward, racing past Moe with ease. Moe followed behind, her blazing hair leaving a trail of sparks as she tried to keep up, but it was clear that Tensei had the upper hand. He crossed the finish line in a blur.
"Iida, 3.10 seconds," Aizawa announced. "Kamiji, 5.2 seconds."
Moe arrived a few seconds later, panting but grinning. "You're fast, Iida," she admitted, running her hand through her flaming hair.
Tensei smiled politely. "Thanks, Kamiji. You weren't far behind."
They exchanged nods and returned to the group.
Aizawa then called out the next pair. "Takeyama and Yaoyorozu, you're up."
Yu Takeyama walked to the line with a smug look, glancing over at Itachi. "This is my chance to shine," she said confidently, her tone almost taunting. "Prepare to lose, Yaoyorozu. All eyes are going to be on me."
Itachi gave her a calm, unreadable glance before sighing. "Alright," he said quietly, not rising to her challenge. He took his place at the starting line, his usual composed demeanor unshaken.
Aizawa's hand went up again. "Go!"
Yu immediately activated her quirk, growing into her giant form. With just one massive step, she covered a huge distance, easily putting herself ahead. Itachi, despite his speed, reached the finish line only milliseconds after her, his eyes calm, as if he hadn't even been trying.
Aizawa checked the stopwatch. "Takeyama, 3.21 seconds. Yaoyorozu, 3.34 seconds."
Yu grinned, clearly satisfied with her victory. "Looks like I beat you, Yaoyorozu," she said, her tone dripping with pride. "Told you I'd get the spotlight."
Itachi simply sighed, not particularly fazed by her gloating. He remained composed, his expression unreadable. "Well done," he said, his tone sincere but neutral.
Yu smirked, basking in her victory as they returned to the group. Though Itachi had lost by a fraction of a second, it was clear to those watching that he hadn't given it his all, a fact that didn't escape Aizawa's notice.
After completing the races, Itachi rejoined the rest of the class, quietly standing beside Keigo and Rumi as Aizawa reviewed the results. He stood there, hands in his pockets, observing everyone's expressions as they caught their breath. Aizawa raised his eyes from the clipboard and addressed the class.
"You all did well... I guess," he said in his usual monotone voice. His lack of enthusiasm was typical, but the class could tell it was his way of acknowledging their efforts. "Now we move on to the next tests: long jump."
The class lined up for the next round of challenges, each taking their turn with focused determination. Keigo, with his wings, soared effortlessly over the markers, gliding with ease. Yu, once again using her quirk to grow in size, cleared an impressive distance, her massive stride unmatched. Their scores immediately placed them at the top.
Ryuko Tatsuma, determined not to be left behind, activated her quirk in a controlled burst. Her body partially transformed as scales covered her arms and legs, giving her the strength and agility of a dragon. With a powerful leap, she launched herself into the air, her movements both fierce and precise, earning her a spot tied for first alongside Keigo and Yu.
Itachi and Rumi, despite not using their quirks to their full potential, managed to tie for third place. Rumi, with her powerful legs, pushed herself further than most expected, while Itachi's natural agility allowed him to perform gracefully without exerting much effort.
"Takami, Takeyama, and Tatsuma tied for first," Aizawa noted, his eyes flicking to the clipboard in his hand. "Yaoyorozu and Usagiyama tied for third." He paused for a moment, glancing briefly at the students, his tone as monotone as ever.
Rumi exchanged a glance with Itachi, smirking. "Not bad, Yaoyorozu."
Itachi gave her a small nod, as calm as ever. "You too, Usagiyama."
The next test was side jumping, followed by a long-distance run and a flexibility test. The students were beginning to feel the strain, but each one pushed forward, determined to show what they were capable of. Keigo and Yu continued to stand out, but Itachi and Rumi excelled when it came to endurance. Their long run scores were near the top, with both managing to maintain a steady, impressive pace from start to finish.
"Itachi and Rumi did exceptionally well in the long run and stretching exercises," Aizawa remarked, glancing at them with a hint of approval in his eyes. It was clear that their physical conditioning was top-tier, despite their often understated demeanor.
As the tests went on, the students began to feel the weight of the day, but there was one final challenge left: the ball throw. Aizawa called for them to line up again.
"Last test: ball throw," he announced, keeping his gaze neutral as he watched them prepare. One by one, they took turns throwing the ball as far as they could using their quirks.
Aizawa called Keigo Takami to the front. As Keigo stepped up, a confident smirk crossed his face. Aizawa handed him a ball and said, "Throw it with your quirk."
With a quick leap, Keigo launched the ball with all his strength. He spread his wings, gaining altitude, and flapped them powerfully to propel the ball even further. It soared through the air, and Aizawa glanced at the measuring device.
"700 meters… not bad," he remarked, his tone neutral.
Keigo returned to the group, grinning. "Not too shabby," he replied. Rumi nodded in approval, and Itachi added with a small smile, "You did great."
"Thanks, bro!" Keigo beamed.
Next, Aizawa called Rumi Usagiyama. She stepped forward with a determined glint in her eyes. After receiving the ball, she smirked and kicked it hard. The ball flew far, and Aizawa checked the meter.
"500 meters," he announced.
"That was a strong kick," Itachi complimented, impressed.
"Thanks!" Rumi grinned, clearly proud of her performance. Tensei nodded enthusiastically, adding, "Yes, Usagiyama-san, you did great!"
Rumi turned, her smile broadening. "Thanks!"
Then, Aizawa called Yu Takeyama. With a confident smile, she approached and received the ball. In an instant, she transformed into her giant form and hurled the ball with incredible force. Aizawa looked at the meter, his brow raised.
"520 meters."
Yu tsked at herself as she walked back to the line, and Keigo said, "You did great!"
"Thank you," she replied, a smile playing on her lips, though she seemed a bit annoyed. Itachi watched her closely, intrigued.
"What's with her problem?" he wondered aloud.
"I think she feels like you're stealing her spotlight," Rumi said, smirking knowingly.
"I can see that," Keigo added, shaking his head in amusement.
Aizawa called Ryuko Tatsuma next. With a confident smile, she approached, accepting the ball from him. In an instant, she transformed into her dragon form, her scales shimmering in the sunlight. As she threw the ball, she arched her back and swung her powerful tail, sending the ball soaring high into the air. Aizawa watched intently as it flew far beyond the expected distance.
When it finally landed, Aizawa checked the meter. "680 meters," he announced, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Once all the tests were completed, Aizawa faced the class. "You all did great. Now, here are the results: first place is Itachi Yaoyorozu, second is Yu Takeyama, third is Keigo Takami, fourth is Rumi Usagiyama, and fifth is Ryuko Tatsuma. The rest of you—" he continued, reviewing the scores,
The rest of the class listened intently as Aizawa continued, "And no one is going to be eliminated."
Everyone's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
Itachi sighed, realizing how obvious Aizawa's intention was. "That was pretty obvious; he just wants your 100% efforts."
"Yes," Aizawa confirmed, nodding slightly. "And that's why you're all here."
With a hint of a smile, he added, "Now you can all leave. I think it's lunch time. We'll meet again after the lunch break."
After their test, the group made their way to the cafeteria. Keigo stretched and said with a grin, "I'm starving."
Itachi nodded, his expression calm as usual. "Yes, me too."
Rumi scanned the room and spotted an empty table. "There, seats are available," she pointed out. They all made their way over, trays in hand, and sat down to eat. As they settled in, Rumi glanced at Itachi.
"Your quirk... it's pretty unique," she commented with a smirk.
Itachi looked up from his meal, offering a small smile. "Thank you. Yours is impressive as well."
Rumi leaned back, her smirk widening. "I know."
As they continued to eat, a few more students approached their table: Tensei Iida, Anan Kurose, Ryuko Tatsuma, and Kaoruko Awata. They stopped in front of the group and Tensei asked, "Mind if we sit here?"
Keigo waved them over. "Sure, man! And ladies." He grinned, and they all smiled before taking seats around the table.
Once seated, the conversation shifted to a familiar topic—favorite heroes.
Rumi spoke up first, confidently. "I like Endeavor. His fire quirk is just... cool."
Keigo chuckled. "I used to like him too, but now I'm all about the Wild, Wild Pussycats."
Itachi sweatdropped, glancing at Keigo with a knowing look. "And I can guess why."
Keigo smirked, unashamed. "You know me too well, bro!"
Tensei chimed in, "I've always been a fan of All Might."
Anan and Kaoruko nodded in agreement. "Yeah, All Might is amazing," Kaoruko said, her eyes sparkling.
Ryuko, who had been quietly sipping her drink, suddenly joined in, her voice calm yet firm. "For me, it's Gran Torino. His experience and agility despite his age... it's inspiring."
Everyone nodded thoughtfully at her choice. "That's a good one," Tensei agreed.
Then they all turned to Itachi. "What about you, Itachi? Who's your favorite?" Tensei asked.
Keigo grinned mischievously. "Let me guess... Lady Nagant?"
Rumi raised an eyebrow. "You mean the one who came first in the sports festival a couple of years ago?"
Keigo nodded, still smirking. "Yep."
Itachi sighed, his gaze drifting away for a moment. "I don't have any favorites."
Everyone stared at him, surprised. "Come on, there has to be someone you look up to," Anan pressed.
Itachi thought for a moment before finally replying, "Fine… let's just say All Might."
They all nodded in approval, but Rumi wasn't done. She leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "What's this about Lady Nagant?"
Keigo's grin grew even wider. "Oh, you did well bringing that up, Usagiyama. Tell them, Itachi!"
Ryuko glanced at Itachi with slight amusement. "Now I'm curious too."
Itachi gave Keigo a sharp look, exhaling deeply. "It's not what you think, Usagiyama-san, Tatsuma-san. Just ignore him."
But Rumi smirked, her interest now fully engaged. "Oh no, now I'm really curious."
Itachi sighed again, feeling another headache forming. "She's just my senior… that's all."
Keigo, still pushing his luck, added with a smirk, "Only a senior? That's it?"
Without a word, Itachi's Sharingan activated, and he gave Keigo a cold, warning stare.
Keigo visibly sweated under the gaze. "Yeah, haha, just a senior. Nothing more!" he stammered, raising his hands in defeat.
Ryuko chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You two are something else." And all begin to laugh
Keigo tried to shift the subject. "I think she might be offering internships now. She's got her hero license."
Itachi nodded. "Yes, she does."
Before the conversation could go any further, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. They all sighed, gathering their trays.
"Guess we need to get back to class," Rumi said, standing up.
One by one, they left the cafeteria, heading back for the next round of lessons.
After a long, exhausting day of training and classes, the bell finally rang to signal the end of the school day. Itachi, Keigo, and Rumi walked together toward the school exit, a sense of relief washing over them.
"Finally, we're done for the day," Keigo said with a stretch, his wings twitching slightly as he yawned.
Rumi nodded, her usual smirk still in place. "Yeah, it was a solid day. But I'm ready to head home and crash."
Itachi, walking between them, gave a small nod of agreement. His calm demeanor barely hinted at the tiredness he felt. "I think we all are."
As they reached the gates, Keigo waved to them both. "Well, I'm off. See you guys tomorrow."
Rumi added, "Same here. See you around, Itachi."
Itachi nodded once more as they went their separate ways. He walked over to his car, where a driver was already waiting. Climbing in, he took a deep breath, finally relaxing a little as the car pulled away from UA High.
It wasn't long before the car arrived at his home. Yana, his mother, and Momo were already waiting for him when he walked through the door. Yana, who was sitting at the dining table, smiled warmly at her son.
"Welcome home, Itachi," Yana said, looking up from her tea. "How was your day?"
Momo, who was sitting beside her mother, perked up at the question, eager to hear about Itachi's experiences.
Itachi, now fully relaxed after the hectic day, removed his shoes and hung up his bag before walking over to them. "It was fine. We had some tests today, and the results were decent."
Yana tilted her head, studying his face for a moment. "Just decent? Knowing you, I'm sure you did more than 'just fine.'"
Itachi smiled softly, sitting down across from her. "I did well, I suppose. But the others are strong too."
Momo, with a curious look on her face, leaned forward. "Did you make any new friends? How are the other students?"
He nodded thoughtfully. "I've been spending time with Keigo and Rumi. They're both strong and... interesting in their own ways."
Momo giggled. "I bet you won."
Itachi chuckled lightly. "Not all of them."
Yana smiled softly at the interaction between her two children. "It's good to hear that you're getting along with others, Itachi."
Itachi's eyes softened, appreciating his mother's words. "Thank you, mother."
Yana smiled warmly at her children, "Now, the food's ready. Let's eat, okay?"
Itachi nodded quietly, and Momo's face lit up as she exclaimed, "I'm so hungry!"
They made their way to the dining table. As they sat down, Momo turned to Itachi with an excited glint in her eyes. "Brother, you know I can make a lot of things now, right?"
Itachi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? That's great. I know my sister is intelligent."
Momo puffed out her chest proudly and grinned. "Watch this!" She focused for a moment, her hands moving with precision, and in front of him appeared a perfectly formed metal kunai.
Itachi's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting her to make something so detailed. "Wow… it's perfect, Momo."
Momo beamed, enjoying his reaction. "Look, brother, I made it sharp too!"
Itachi inspected the kunai closely and gave a nod of approval. "It's sharp and perfectly balanced. You've done an incredible job, Momo." He ruffled her hair with pride. "My sister is very smart."
Momo smirked playfully, satisfied with his praise. "I know I am."
Yana, watching the interaction between her children, chuckled softly. "I have no doubt that my children are brilliant… just like me."
Itachi sweatdropped at that. "Yeah, sure…" he muttered under his breath, unable to help himself.
Yana's eyebrow arched as she looked at him. "What was that, Itachi?"
Quickly composing himself, he gave a small smile. "Nothing, Mother… of course, you're smart."
Yana crossed her arms and nodded confidently. "I know."
Momo giggled, and even Itachi couldn't help but laugh a little. The warmth of home filled the room as they all shared their meal, a welcome respite from the day's challenges.
After dinner, Itachi retreated to his room, grateful for the quiet moment. He sat at his desk, about to reflect on the day, when a notification pinged on his phone. Glancing down, he saw a message from Kaina.
For a brief moment, his expression softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He opened the message,
Kaina:
Hey Itachi, how was your day? [smiling emoji]
Itachi:
It was fine. A lot of tests at UA today.
Kaina:
Oh, really? Sounds tough… I was doing my internship today. Busy as always, you know… [sweatdrop emoji]
Itachi:
You must be doing well. You're good at what you do.
Kaina:
Thanks... That means a lot coming from you. [Flushed Face]
Kaina:
Maybe… we could meet sometime? You know, if you're not too busy. [Face Without Mouth]
Itachi:
We can meet. Let me know when you're free.
Kaina:
Sure! I'll let you know. [Smiling face]
Kaina:
Did you make friends other than that loudmouth?
Itachi:
Yes.
Kaina:
Good. Enjoy these high school days.
Kaina:
By the way, in a few months, I'm going to open my own agency… with the help of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
Itachi:
Wow. That's great. It's so nice to hear.
Kaina:
Thank you. Ah… I'll be a pro hero soon. And I'm waiting for you. [Smiling face]
Itachi:
Yes.
Kaina:
We'll talk soon.
Itachi:
Take care, Kaina.
Kaina:
You too, Itachi. Talk soon. [Smiling face]
Kaina sat at her workplace, staring at her phone with a flushed face. Every conversation with him makes me so flustered... she thought, trying to calm her racing heart. She shook her head, reminding herself, Not now… I have to go on patrol.
Just as she stood up, she heard a voice behind her. "Ohhh, Lady Nagant, who are you talking to?"
Startled, Kaina quickly hid her phone and turned to see Gunhead standing there, his white mask with four holes in a square formation obscuring his face, the bottom left one just a regular circle. He was giving her a teasing look, striking a playful pose.
"Was it a boy you were talking to?" he teased.
Kaina's face turned even redder. "No, no… No!" she stammered, trying to maintain her composure. "I was just looking at the location for my patrol, that's all." She hurried past him, avoiding eye contact, her heart still pounding.
As she walked away, her thoughts raced. What am I doing... she thought, her face still warm with embarrassment.
Meanwhile, at the mansion, Itachi placed his phone down, a small smile tugging at his lips. He felt a quiet sense of warmth. It's great... he thought. She's going to be a pro hero soon. He couldn't help but feel proud of her achievement, especially with the Hero Public Safety Commission backing her own agency. He smiled again, thinking, She's really something.