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Knowing that it's already time to do something with your day, you hobble over to the adjacent bathroom and take a shower, thinking about what to do now.

>What do you do?

>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]
>[Having no clue when or where breakfast is, it'd be better to try some morning training in the facilities.]
>[On second thought, napping until someone needs you is a valid course of action.]
>[Write in.]
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>>3710154
>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]
>[Write in.]

Take it a bit slow, though. It's still the morning, after all.

>>3710154
>>[Having no clue when or where breakfast is, it'd be better to try some morning training in the facilities.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]
>>[Write in.]

We should make him some breakfast, cooking is like, Ushi's meditative state. Plus he liked our bread

>>3710154
>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

>>3710154
>>[Edgeshot wanted to talk with you about something over breakfast. And nothing starts better a day than breakfast and a talk that will likely revolve around that time someone tried to get you and all your classmates killed. You should go look for him.]

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It takes some considerable amount of willpower to take step off the shower after your brief scrubbing, but you know that lingering under the warm water for a few minutes longer would only make you want to stay for a few more minutes…

Having cleaned up nicely, you pick a shirt, a vest, a pair of jeans and leather boots, then spend another minute to pick the right underwear for the day. Not every bra is comfy, nor can they all offer appropriate support if you need to get acrobatic.

In the end, you go with a light sports set. A bit tight and not as firm as the ones you use for heavy training, but should keep everything in place under normal circumstances.

Once you are ready, you step out of your room, ready to find both your mentor and breakfast.

Luckily for you, it barely takes you more than a minute to detect the smell of cooking fish, and less than ten seconds in tracking its origin back to the kitchen there on the 44th floor.

"Are ya makin' breakfast? Mind if Ah lend a hand?" You ask as you walk into the small open kitchen hoping to sound polite.

A mix of what you know as an american kitchen and a feudal japanese aesthetic, it manages to make the ninja cooking a few strips of salmon on a pan look normal.

>"Good morning." Johai says from a nearby sofa, sounding more like he's admonishing you for your manners than greeting you.

"...Howdy." You shoot back before turning towards your mentor. "Why is he here though?"

>"If you so desire, you can take care of the tamagoyaki." The hero replies, still covered from head to toes despite not being in costume. "And I have been heavily advised not to be alone in a room with you."

"Oh." You let out as you look for eggs inside the fridge. "...Okay."

>"There's much to talk and only so much time. Can you cook and talk?" Edgeshot asks, unraveling his neck and looking behind himself like an owl.

"Ah'm pretty sure Ah can cook and sleep, sir!" You answer, saluting with a square pan in hand.

>"That's how fires start." Johai points out, despite not doing anything of use at the time.

>"Tell me about the Villains League attack, Walker." The hero asks.

>What do you do?

>[Focus on what you did. "... It was scary, ya know? Felt like any tiny mistake would cost me mah life, and Ah reckon it would have… Felt like Ah had no choice but to buckle up and fight… But Ah didn't really do that. Ah just made sure to save everyone, whatever it would cost me."]
>[Focus on your class' efforts during the attack. "Ah knew bein' in U.A. was about bein' the cream of the crop, but Ah didn't really know what that meant until then. Ah'm sure everyone took down at least six villains, and they weren't playin'..."]
>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]
>[Focus on the villains and their quirks. "Well, most of the villains were just street scum… But the lanky, hands and smoke guys… Not to speak of the guy that took his shotgun haircut literally… Destroying anythin' with a touch? Teleportin? And more than a quirk inna single guy..."]
>[Write in.]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on what you did. "... It was scary, ya know? Felt like any tiny mistake would cost me mah life, and Ah reckon it would have… Felt like Ah had no choice but to buckle up and fight… But Ah didn't really do that. Ah just made sure to save everyone, whatever it would cost me."]

he probably already has a detailed report on the ring leaders

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>[Focus on the villains and their quirks. "Well, most of the villains were just street scum… But the lanky, hands and smoke guys… Not to speak of the guy that took his shotgun haircut literally… Destroying anythin' with a touch? Teleportin? And more than a quirk inna single guy..."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on what you did. "... It was scary, ya know? Felt like any tiny mistake would cost me mah life, and Ah reckon it would have… Felt like Ah had no choice but to buckle up and fight… But Ah didn't really do that. Ah just made sure to save everyone, whatever it would cost me."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]
might not be the best choice since i'm sure he already got a briefing, but best to start here

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]

>>3713350
>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]
If we can add some things about the villains so Edgeshot has more information, then add
>[Focus on the villains and their quirks. "Well, most of the villains were just street scum… But the lanky, hands and smoke guys… Not to speak of the guy that took his shotgun haircut literally… Destroying anythin' with a touch? Teleportin? And more than a quirk inna single guy..."]

>>3713350
>>[Focus on nothing and just try to be factual. "Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it. They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."]
>[Focus on the villains and their quirks. "Well, most of the villains were just street scum… But the lanky, hands and smoke guys… Not to speak of the guy that took his shotgun haircut literally… Destroying anythin' with a touch? Teleportin? And more than a quirk inna single guy..."]

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You know he has been briefed about the attack in some way or another, and that he must know things that you never even glimpsed from your point of view, but if he's asking you about it, it'd be better to stick to the facts.

"Well, they clearly planned it thoroughly… Likely thanks to the break we had earlier, now that Ah think 'bout it." You start, reminiscing while mixing the sugar, salt, dashi and onions sauce in a pot, the fine handwork helping you recite your thoughts calmly. "They had cut us off from all contact with the school and world and brought in a horrible monster that danced toe to toe with All Might… But didn't really account for any interference..."

>"...Do go on." The hero encourages you after a brief pause. "Tell me about the leaders, their dynamic."

"Uh?" You let out as you rethink your words, but maintaining your approach, recalling what you saw about the flaky handyman and the smog cloud with eyes. "From what Ah saw… The… League of Villains? Them guys seemed to follow the lanky guy with the hands everywhere for some reason. Shigaraki Tomura, the other guy, Kurogiri, called him."

>"For some reason?" Edgeshot continues, pushing for information.

"Well… Ah reckon the whole thing was both a weird mix of awful ideas and decent planning." You tell him, keeping an eye on the mix while cracking the eggs. "Ah mean… That was an invasion, not really anythin' close to an assassination! Ah even told him so! They blew their load before confirming All Might was even there! The creepy morons!"

>"Wait, did you actually call the leader of this Villain Alliance group out on poor villainy?" Johai asks from his couch. "What did he say about it?"


"You know, the usual. It's All Might's fault for being late! and bring me her corpse later." You say with a shrug. "Was really hard to take them seriously before they actually got to the slaughter us part."

>"The dynamic, Walker." Edgeshot says, calling for you to snap back to the right train of thought.

"Right, right… Well, Shigaraki was the leader, right?" You say, hoping for some affirmative nodding, but seeing none from the ninjas. "Well, it was weird. The guy had clearly no idea what he was doing, and Kurogiri was acting more like his sitter than a minion… Really weird, Ah tell you! The plan was solid if stupid, but they botched it so badly… It doesn't even seem like the kind of plan that snake would have hatched."

That gets the hero to nod.

>"I see." The masked hero says. "What else can you tell me of the attack?"

Breakfast is easy for you to both whip up and wolf down, all while telling the ninjas all that you could of both the attack as an even, as well as what it felt to fall through the teleporting mist of Kurogiri's quirk, what Shigaraki's lovetaps did to what it connected with and every single detail you could recall about whatever Nomu was and all the creepy shit it did.

By the end of it, it's clear that the hero had heard most of it from some other sources, but still appreciated your input.

>"I have private meetings to attend to this morning." The hero tells you after breakfast, leaving the livable area of the floor. "I will meet you here once more at 3:00PM for training, you are free until then. Marketing is working on a new toyline on floor 7, if you wish to use the time for education."

>What do you do?

>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]
>[There's a city out there! "Ah think Ah'll go check out Yokkaichi. Maybe get a cute mask and all that jazz."]
>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]
>[Ask about the meetings. "Wait, why can't we go with you, Sir?"]
>[Ask Johai what's he gonna do.]
>[Write in.]

>>3723240
>>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]

>>3723240
>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]
>[Ask Johai what's he gonna do.]

>>3723244
>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]
>[Ask Johai what's he gonna do.]

I want to train with Johai! Thematic Foil buddies!

>>3723240
Sorry, I missed the mark with my (you) here >>3723249

>>3723240
>>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]

>>3723240
>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]

>>3723240
>>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]
Should be fun. Can't wait to see Johai be condescending about wanting to 'play' with toys.

>>3723240
>[Ask about the meetings. "Wait, why can't we go with you, Sir?"]

>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]
>[Ask Johai what's he gonna do.]

>>3723553
>>3723240
this

>>3723553
This m8

>>3723240
>>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]

>>3723240
>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]
>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]
Work out for most of the time we have, but make some time to go check out the toys. We don't know when we'll get another opportunity to learn about the merchandising side of heroing.

>>3723677
Support

>>3723677
This, but also
>[Ask Johai what's he gonna do.]

>>3723240

> Johai.

Got to network when interning lads.

>[Toys!? "Ah think Ah'll go check that out!"]

If Ushi ever hits the upper popularity ranks her toy line could be a good way to stash equipment all over the place.

>>3729143

One free toy in each box!

>>3723240
>>[You would rather start working out now, really. "Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here. Better to start early, right?"]

While your first instinct is to ask the hero what was his private meeting was about and why you couldn't tag along. Luckily for you, you recall what private means before you open your mouth and make a fool of yourself.

Besides, despite not being able to assist to super secret hero meetings, you aren't left wanting for things to do.

"Ah'll go get changed and try the rooms 'round here for a bit, better to start early, right?" You say, raising your arms over your horns and stretching a bit, more to give weight to what you are saying than actually stretching. "Then Ah'll go check out those toys. Ah gotta reckon Ah don't know <jack> 'bout merch yet."

>"Are you sure you aren't going to try them?" Johai asks, with his slightly irritated expression making it clear that even if it was a joke, he wouldn't be surprised to find you playing with the toys.

>"Just remember to be back on time." Your mentor reminds you before walking away, leaving you alone with the younger ninja.

"So… What are ya gonna do?" You ask out of earnest curiosity, hoping to maybe find some common ground with your fellow intern.

>"Training." He answers simply, walking away as well. "I plan to impress him when he returns."

Refusing to be left alone, you do a sharp turn on the balls of your feet and start making your way back to your room, opting to be alone on your own terms.

Suffice to say that you do so with a quizzical stride, sometimes dragging your feet and others giving little hops, as your loneliness allows you to play the squeaky floor without anyone watching.

After locking the door and making sure the lock engages, you change again, tying up your hair and picking the comfiest training gear you brought this time.

"<Ah really hope Ah won't be runnin' no races.>" You comment out loud while flexing in front of the mirror.

After that, you grab a towel and merrily trot around the floor, peeking into the training rooms you knew of and taking note of a simple gym-like one, with the normal machines you recognize.

The first one you look into, the Ninpo Maze, is the most puzzling.

Not because it is confusing by itself, as you are fairly sure you could navigate a maze on your own, even if it takes a while.

It's seeing Johai's rear half sticking out of the entrance that makes it really weird.

Edgeshot can stretch and make himself as thin as string. You can manipulate your size with but a touch. But Johai can do neither, which is likely why he makes such an rather impressive impersonation of a snake, slowly turning and slithering inside the wall.

It's clear the hole wasn't made for him.

Luckily for you, the squeaky floor doesn't seem to be loud enough to reach into the wall, saving you from any awkward talks as you back away from the room.

The 45° degrees room though, that one is one you only have an inkling of an idea of how it works, but that doesn't stop you from leaving your towel and slippers by the entrance and giving it an honest try.

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Sure, no one has ever taught you how to run nor jump on walls, but you have seen it plenty of times on T.V. and that has been enough of a foundation to try stuff so far.

You walk back to the doorframe and get a running start, sprinting to the right wall and giving your best attempt at running at such an extreme angle, making it a whole yard before tumbling head first into the floor.

You are pretty sure the scratch on the wood was already there.

Having suffered far more for far less, you don't even mind the hit, returning to the door frame and trying again, trying to feel what went wrong this time and jumping the moment you feel your center of gravity shift too far away from your feet.

After noticing another totally previously present scratch, this time on the wall you headbutted, you crack your neck and prepare to try again.

Not that you'd admit it, but you sure are glad for your thick skull. You are pretty sure it's from Momma's side of the family.

This time, you manage to stick the landing to the opposite wall. The trick seems to be to hit it with your feet, not horns.

That seems to be your ceiling for the time being though, as you can't seem to reach the other end of the room in any of your other six tries. No matter what you try, you can't offset gravity for nearly long enough, especially with a center of mass as high as yours.

Thus, you leave the room at "dizzy-o-clock", deciding to spend some time with the simple, trusty barbell.

Of course, you go check in on the maze room on the way but not seeing anything this time.
Did he succeed? Did he give up? Or maybe he's just stuck inside.
You don't know, but make a mental note to keep an ear open for any call for help.

Pumping iron is almost second nature to you now. Something about just doing a simple but strenuous task many times makes it really relaxing, even when switching it up.

It's not something you dedicate any amount of time to think about, and you don't really want to bring any attention to it, in fact, you don't think anyone should notice-

"<Christ's sake Walker, why are justifying crap to yourself?>" You confront yourself. "<'s just squats, nothin' wrong with that. Stop talkin' to yourself. Wait.>"

… Maybe you did hug that wall a few times too many.

Still, you keep at it until High Noon, leaving the room on somewhat wobbly legs and having worked one hell of a sweat.

It makes for a relaxing, nigh-searing, second shower back in your bathroom.

Thus, by the time the clock strikes 1:00PM, you are ready, having washed and dried both yourself and your clothes. A fairly easy task when you can handwash handkerchief-sized things in the sink and dry them with the hairdryer.

You still go to the 7th floor in your casual attire plus lanyard, but you think it was a good idea to leave it ready for when you need to change again.

The seventh floor itself seems to be a large open space surrounded by offices, buzzing with people and full of those umbrella lights photographers like to use.

It makes sense, considering the five photographers you can see just stepping out of the elevator.

Probably the strangest parts though, are the woman on her back under a table, holding a very detailed Edgeshot-shaped figure, with a box full of accessories to her right, including a toy helicopter that looks really familiar. Another box, next to that one, seems to hold more of the same Edgeshot figure, but you can't help but notice it looking… rougher?

>What do you do?

>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]
>[Those look very different, to you at least. "Howdy. Mind if Ah ask why is this here one toy so different from the others?"]
>[Not many others could even think of doing it… GET IN THE FIRST BOX!]
>[Write in.]

>>3731393
>[Those look very different, to you at least. "Howdy. Mind if Ah ask why is this here one toy so different from the others?"]

>>3731393
>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>>[Those look very different, to you at least. "Howdy. Mind if Ah ask why is this here one toy so different from the others?"]

>>3731393
>[Write in.] Get into the mini-choppa!!
But seriously.

>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>>[Not many others could even think of doing it… GET IN THE FIRST BOX!]

>>3731393
>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

>>3731393
>[Those look very different, to you at least. "Howdy. Mind if Ah ask why is this here one toy so different from the others?"]

>>3731393
>>[Ask who's in charge and if you can stick around. "Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns. Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."]

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A part of you tells you to back out and return to training or any other thing you know about, but you tell that part of your brain to bite the curb and walk closer to the coordinated nonsense you have before you, approaching the table and the woman under it.

"Uh, howdy? Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns." You say as you crouch next to her, introducing yourself. "Mind pointin' out who's in charge 'round this parts? Ah was wonderin' if Ah could tag along, maybe learn sumthin'."

She doesn't get to answer though, as the photographer steps away from the camera and confronts you.

A man of average height, sharply dressed in a gray suit with an open white shirt and a large golden watch on his wrist. Well cared for black hair and not hard on the eyes, but with a smell of cheap cologne that stings your nose, to you the guy looks like someone trying really hard to look like they are important.

>"Hey! Get out of the shot! I'm not doing gravure today." He says, waving his arm to the side to wave you away. "Shoo. Leave a card if you have though, you'd do well in that."

>"...That's him. Good luck." The woman under the table says, sighing and carefully letting the toy on the table before letting her arms fall. "I'll just be here rubbing my arms for a while…."

>What do you do?

>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]
>[That sounds interesting, you guess. "...What's gravure?"]
>[Who does he think he is, shoo-in' you away!? "Edgeshot sent me, bub. Wanna tell me how shit works or should Ah go poke around in that shinny doodad you have on that there tripod?"]
>[Nevermind, you have better things to do.]
>[Write in.]

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Quick update round!
Hope it works!

>>3736259
>>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>>[That sounds interesting, you guess. "...What's gravure?"]

>>3736259
>>[That sounds interesting, you guess. "...What's gravure?"]

>>3736259
>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>gravure
Oh boy.

>>3736259
>>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]
>>[That sounds interesting, you guess. "...What's gravure?"]
Combine!

>>3736259
>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

>>3736259
>[Maybe you can start again? Offer him a handshake!"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two."]

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Not knowing what gravure is, nor feeling like asking right now, you just brush your off your annoyance and make an effort to try and be affable with the guy.

"Howdy pal, Ah'm Walker Ushi, internin' under Edgeshot. Boss said Ah could come here to learn a thing or two." You say offering the guy your hand.

The moment you mention Edgeshot his eyes widen and his eyebrows rise, as he stumbles forwards and takes your hand.

Feeling only a token amount of force, you do as your Pa has taught you and promptly squeeze his metacarpals together.

>"Ahg-Asahiri Kaito." The man says, shaking his hand by his side the moment you let go. "I'm in charge of today's shoot, and if all goes well, all that follows with this merchandise deal. So… What do you want to know?"

To that, you just wave at the boxes and table, then point at the woman checking her phone under the table.

"Whatcha doin' with all that?" You ask, curious and confused at the same time.

>"Right now, we are wrapping up the design phase of the new merchandise." The man answers, rubbing his hands together. "The sculptor finished making the Heroes out of the working designs, so now we shoot them to present to Edgeshot himself and then the manufacturers, so they can mass produce something close to the the best possible figure."

You quickly look back to the table and boxes.

"Heroes? Plural? Aren't they all Edgeshot?" You ask, tilting your head left and pointing at the boxes with your thumb.

>"Right… You don't know how it works." The guy says, clapping, then wincing, then covering his mouth for a second. "...Ever wondered why products on shelves never look like in the ads?"

You haven't, actually. You just know they aren't trustworthy.

"'cause they are a best case scenario?" You guess, shrugging.

>"If someone out of this building asks, yeah, that." The man replies, pointing up for some reason. "But it's because the ones pictured are always the Heros, not the actual product for sale."

"...Sorry, not really followin'."

>"Hang on, I suck at this kind of thing." He says, clapping his hands over his mouth. "You know how all machines take a lot longer to do anything when you start upping the details? On a large enough scale, that's a whole lot of money down the drain. So they try to either do the best they can do with the least amount of details possible, or just pass it off to the consumer. And that's why the detailed collectibles are so damn expensive."

...You suddenly feel a lot more appreciative of your teachers and any other adults that know how to explain things.

"...What does that to do with the heroes thing?" You ask, squinting as you try to extract some meaning out of what you just were told.

>"Right... " He says before resuming his rather poor explanation. "Well, the Hero is what we call the Perfect Version of a product. Like the figure with perfect hair, number and placing of freckles, costume seams and the like, or a perfectly round ice cream scoop that doesn't fall off the cone."

"Oh…" You let out, turning around and walking to the table, looking at the more detailed toy. Knowing what you are looking for, you can instantly spot some differences with the pile of rougher toys in the box, like the perfectly painted yellow rivets on the Hero, which are just a line of yellow dots on the others that only somewhat follows the actual placement of the plastic bumps. "So y'all sell this one and deliver those?"

>"Oh, no!" The photographer says, waving it off. "Those are working designs, rougher, but have all the articulation and gimmicks. The final one should be somewhere in the middle, closer to the Hero, of course. After all, no reputable Hero allows their likeness to be on subpar products."

"That makes sense." You say, nodding with a measure of understanding, finally. "But why's she down there?"

You point, of course, to the woman under the table.

>"I'm a professional hand model!" She says, raising her hand over the table and pointing up. "Someone has to play with the toys, and it sure it's not going to be kids! That's why you get professionals to hide and hold stuff. It's like some really weird, manicured yoga."

>"Yeah, that." The photographer says, snapping his fingers. "Thanks Yuuto."

"...And it can be kids because?" You ask, motioning with your hands for someone to answer.

>"1, they are gross. 2, any Hero can cost more than 50000¥ and they will drop it." So called Yuuto answers. "And 3, you need to hold an uncomfortables poses for up to 20 minutes each. I don't think any kid can do that."

>What do you do?

>[That sounds fun. "Can Ah help? Ah know Ah have small hands. Do those work?"]
>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]
>[Welp, that's all you needed to know. You can do more interesting things (Suggestion?) "That's nice to know. See ya'!"]
>[Write in.]

>>3736556
>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

>>3736556
>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

>>3736556
>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

>>[Write in.] Shrink yourself to a doll size make Yuuto squeak in delight in seing a 'living doll'

>>3736556
>>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]
I guess I wouldn't be against some kind of shrinking shenanigans.

Now i wonder how much a Usgi doll with soft boobs would fetch on the Hero-Otaku.

Probably not much because she isn't a full fledged hero yet.

>>3736556
>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

>>3736556
>>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

>>3736556
>>[The sculptor thing sounds more interesting. "Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?"]

You don't need anyone to tell you that your hands wouldn't work for this. Yuuto's fingers are almost unnaturally straight, while your hands look like a treasure map of small pricks and cuts you accumulated during your time at the ranch and playing outside.

You can also see where this part of the process is going, which is a lot of photos in different poses of the figure and helicopter.

Not something you are eager to see unfold for the next hour.

"Is the sculptor around here somewhere? Can Ah meet her?" You ask instead, looking around the area, hoping to spot something that would help you recognize a sculptor.

>"Yeah, he should have his stuff set up around here somewhere in case someone drops a Hero." The photographer says, looking around as well.

>"Look behind the elevator column, his station should be there." Yuuto points out, still under the table. "That's where I picked these up from."

"Neat-o! Ah think Ah'll go check that out." You tell both of them, backing away and giving them a smile and a pair of thumbs up.

>"Just remember to tell the boss that I know my stuff here!" The guy says, imitating your pose. It looks sleazy when he does it though.

Not knowing how to respond, you just keep going, turning around and walking away towards your new destination.

Working on what looks to be an unfolded monstrosity of wood and aluminum, is the sculptor.

A vice padded with leather holds a white, mannequin-like figure in place in the middle of a circle of mirrors while he carefully spreads what looks like clay over its skeletal frame with one knife-like tool, while shaping the mass into a human-looking form with an actual precision knife.

Unlike the carving you prefer, what you see at first glance is adding to an skeleton, not reducing from a block.

>What do you do?

>[Introduce yourself! "Howdy! Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns, he told me Ah could come see what ya'll were doin' here. Are you the sculptor?"]
>[Ask what is he doing? "So… Whatcha doin' there?"]
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]
>[Eh, it's not as interesting as you thought. Better return to your room.]
>[Write in.]

>>3738948
>>[Ask what is he doing? "So… Whatcha doin' there?"]

>>3738948
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]
Shouldn't startle people hard at work, Dad's taught us that much...

>>3738948
>>[Introduce yourself! "Howdy! Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns, he told me Ah could come see what ya'll were doin' here. Are you the sculptor?"]

Well, we came here to learn precision and this seems like a pretty Mr. Miyagi way to learn some.

>>3738948
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

>>3738948
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

>>3738948
>>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

>>3738948
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

Oh i completely forgot that Ushi does carving.

>>3738948
>>[Introduce yourself! "Howdy! Ah'm Walker Ushi, one of Edgeshot's interns, he told me Ah could come see what ya'll were doin' here. Are you the sculptor?"]

>>3738948
>>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]
Don't think I've voted yet...

>>3738948
>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

>>3738948
>>[Watch silently and try to learn. "..."]

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Wishing not to disturb his work, you choose to say nothing and just shuffle closer, to keep an eye on his craft and workstation.

It looks like a large aluminum roller suitcase, with its top half split first in half vertically, then fanning out small compartments that you can see are full of different sized piaint brushes and small paint flasks, buttons and fabric samples, what looks to be a full make-up kit and a container of more of the claylike substance, with a small flashlight-looking tube next to it.

The opposite side holds what looks to be a miniature wardrobe, full of a variety of items among which you can't see any repeating ones, vests, jackets, denim pants and skirts amongst many others.

The clear drawer beneath that looks a tad creepier though, full of eyes. The one beneath it is no better, as it looks like it's full of smaller containers of hair-looking fibers. Or spiders, it also looks like it's just thousands of spiders.

The small padded vice holding the model rests in the middle of a small wooden workspace, a bit smaller than your school desk, but that doesn't seem to bother the sculptor, working with precision you are not accustomed to, filling the joints with a slightly wavy touch, not a haphazard slathering, but the natural lines you'd expect from a human being.

Just when you start wondering how would that work with the joints themselves, he swings his craft knife in a straight slash, clearing a line of the material from the hip joint, then from the rest, slash by slash, he clears the joints just enough, leaving enough paste to limit the figure from unnatural movements, giving it human-like kneecaps and elbows.

He then puts down the knife and picks up the flashlight, then turns to look at you, his eyes obscured by thick glasses that make his eyes look blurry.

>"You might want to look away for a second or two." He then recommends, waving the flashlight.

You nod and do so, turning to look at the wall for a second. With Pa's constant reminders about not looking at arc welding directly, you don't need to be told twice.

The wall then flashes a very bright yet deep purple before returning to it's normal inoffensive white.

>"Have a look now, young lady." He says in his notably dry voice. It's still weird to you how formal does any polite interaction sound.

When you do look, the claylike substance is gone, replaced by a plastic, slightly rubbery looking in texture.

The figure itself however, looks like what a sci-fi movie would have floating in a green tube, a half-baked clone or a human body without any distinctive physical traits.

>"Now, who will you be…" The sculptor asks with his now dark glasses slowly clearing, lifting the head and neck of the figure with a finger, then looking at you. "And who would you be?"

"Walker Ushi, sir!" You reply with a bow. Respect begets respect, after all. "One of Edgeshot's interns.

>"Hero in training, then? I'd swear I've heard that name on T.V." He asks, to which you nod. "Let me guess, looking into the merchandize side of the business, are you?"

"'yupp!" You earnestly answer, nodding. "We've not seen it in school so far and Ah dunno when Ah'd have another shot at lookin' at how y'all work."

>"Ah, one wouldn't expect such foresight at first glance, or after only an introduction." The sculptor comments with a chuckle. "But I guess kids don't make the news if they are not exceptional. U.A.?"

"'yuup!" You repeat yourself, smiling. You aren't in it for personal fame, but recognition as a freshman still feels nice. Then you allow yourself to be smug and point at yourself with your thumb. "Tournament winner!"

>"I figured. Locals haven't made it big in anything in a really long time…" The man says chuckling again, taking off his thick glasses and wiping them with his sleeve. It doesn't sound joyous this time, just something they did to end the phrase. "I remember now. You took quite a beating on the way to the finals, then stomped the other kid… Can't remember how it ended though?"

"...Dontcha worry, it wasn't important! Ah won, he was unconscious and that's all that m-matters!" You nervously remark, knowing that while Cementoss did form the wall in time, it did almost happen on national television.

>"I guess that's correct. Quite the career starter, that one." He comments, opening another small drawer and pulling out a business card. "Between the USJ attack on national news and the tournament, I'd say you are already more famous than many street level profesional heroes."

"You think so, Mister… Kamihara?" You ask, quickly skimming the card.

>"I'd say that I wouldn't be surprised to see a listing from you in just a few years, if this old man makes it that long that is." He says, merrily chuckling.

He then picks up the figurine and raises it in front of you closing one eye and seemingly aligning it with your posture.

>"In fact, since no one has messed up anything so far and I'm just clocking hours..." He says, letting the phrase hang, as if he wasn't completely sure, but carrying on anyways. "Would you like a figure of yourself? Long time not working with a live model, could use the practice. No cost, of course, just that you keep it close. That way, when your manager starts bothering you with getting merch, you know someone for the job."

>What do you do?

>[You are good at keeping still! "Ah'm in!"]
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]
>[You are pretty sure you already know what you look like. "Ah… Ah'm sorry, but Ah'd just rather watch and learn."]
>[Write in.]

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

I’m interested to hear his input on our costume, given his perspective.

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]
Titty figurine time!

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

I wonder how often he works with to-scale models?

>>3742071
>>[You are good at keeping still! "Ah'm in!"]

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!”

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

Wonder what he would think if we shrinked to the same size as the final model.

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]
Wholesome modeling scene! GO!!

>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]
Oh boy, this is gonna be cool.

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]
So, awesome.

>>3742071
>>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

See if he has any input on it too, the support course is good at what they do but we've never heard from the business course what's marketable

>>3742071
>[You can do one better. "Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!"]

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If someone had told you your pupils turned into stars in that moment, you would have bought it. You haven't been that excited in… DAYS! It's not a feeling of power and drive like in the Sports Festival either, but a feeling of pure joy.

You may have a great and noble goal as a hero, but you can't even pretend that the idea of having your own toys doesn't make you giddy like a little girl.

"Gimme a minute to go grab my costume!" You tell the sculptor, running in place before running off.

>"Can…?" You hear him say as you run towards the elevator, trying to keep yourself from squealing or giggling.

Sure, you have no idea of how the rest of the class' internships will go, but who could possibly top that!?

It's near impossible to keep your glee in check as the pillar opens and the elevator doors appear.

Nothing to worry about! You barge in the moment the elevator arrive and the door opens, sparing but a thought to not bump nor gore anyone, stabbing your ID into the elevator's reader. It takes it almost as long it takes the elevator to arrive as for the button pop back up, all the while you have a hard time not bouncing in place.

Heck, you don't even mind it all that much when the elevator stops on the tenth floor and you hear one of the women exiting the elevator ask another "Isn't she... a bit front overweight!?". Which, honestly, might be more related to the baffling wording than your high spirits.

Not that they went down in any measurable way during the ride up!

The floor sounds like a musical scale on the way to your room, like dragging your hand from the end of a piano to the other, ending with the slamming of your door.

You just have no time to waste! Off with the casual, on with the heroic! Suit, vest, pauldron, half-cape, belt and accessories and boots, all in a rush!

Then, at the end, you stop and pay close attention to the mirror as you make sure it fits perfectly.

"Never forget." You remind yourself, putting your earpiece in and fitting your horn covers and cap.

With a few quick kicks and a jump to make sure everything stays in place (and make sure your spurs go jingle-jangle), you deem yourself ready, running the other way around with your stripes flapping behind you.

You can see that Johai seems to be well now, as he's in the open kitchen seemingly trying to operate a blender, and if the concentrated smell of protein drink dust in the air is any indication, failing.

>"What are you doing in costume!?" He asks, sounding agitated.

"Gonna model for a figurine!" You quickly answer with a smile as you reach for the elevator's pillar with your ID lanyard in hand. "<WHA-!?>"

The instant the words leave your mouth, a quick series of events unfold before you.

A flash of silver crosses your field of view, something pulls hard on your lanyard, causing you to tighten your grip on reflex and thus failing to pull it out of your hand and a metallic cling is heard from below, where a quick glance shows a slightly bent fork caught in your lanyard.

You look at him, surprised. He looks just as surprised, looking at the hanging fork with a expression of disbelief before pulling himself back together.

>"Didn't U.A. teach you about Support Gear regulations?" He says, clearly trying to sound calm and collected. At least you can't tell what exactly is he hiding.

Of course you have been taught about tha- Oh.

Yeah, that's a crime…
Unless...
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Roll me Out-think! 4d10! That's Brains(3) + Out-think(1)

Rolled 5, 7, 2, 5 = 19 (4d10)

>>3746535
YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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>>3746535
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

Rolled 1, 6, 10, 5 = 22 (4d10)

>>3746535

Rolled 9, 7, 10, 5 = 31 (4d10)

>>3746535
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>>3746535
>>3746539
OBJECTION!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I34nshlOPk

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Rolled 6, 10, 5, 1 = 22 (4d10)

>>3746535
Maybe this time I won't fuck it up.
Yeah.

>>3746535
>>3746539
"...Unless Ah have direct approval from our supervising hero!" You exclaim, snapping your fingers and pointing at Johai, who does the same.

Then your lanyard gets suddenly a lot heavier, tipping you over as you hold on.

>"At least drop the accursed thing!" He yells angrily, pointing at the massive fork anchoring your lanyard to the floor.

"Really pal? Really!?" You ask him as you sit up, your smile wavering.

>What do you do?

>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]
>[... He's right. "Aw man… Ah'll… Ah'll just go change back."]
>[It's private property! And a hero's supervision!.. Kinda? "Ah'm not goin' outside, and Ah have Edgeshot's permission! Implicitly!"]
>[That depends on someone seeing you! "Ok, here's the plan then pal. Ah'll go real tiny, like inches tall! Then you bring me in a bag to the sculptor on the seventh floor!"]
>[Write in.]

Wait...did the asshole just throw a freaking fork at us.

>>3746561
>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

God dam Johai can you take that stick out of your ass?

>>3746561
>>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>[Write in: "Shrink the fork once we get permission. Because screw Johai."]

>>3746561
>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

>>3746561
>>[... He's right. "Aw man… Ah'll… Ah'll just go change back."]

>>3746561
>>>[GOT IT!][Edgeshot spends all day in costume. He has comms. Your costume has comms… Turn your your earpiece on and "Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure! May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With sugah on top?"]

You cross your legs to sit more comfortably and bring your free hand to your ear, glaring at Johai from across the room as you do.

Working as intended, the transceiver inside your right horn cover powers up with a rhythmic tapping on the earpiece, still tuned to the same frequency as last night.

The instant the earpiece beeps telling you that it's linked and working, you smile again and let your mouth run!

"Edgeshot, sir! The sculptor there offered to make me a figure!" You excitedly ask the hero at the other end of the line, trusting in the device's automatic volume regulation to keep him from going deaf with your high impact pleading. "May Ah wear mah costume!? Pretty please!?... With <sugah> on top?"

>"..." It's not so much the silence that you hear back that makes you nervous, but the fact that you know Edgeshot has initiated a transmission back. He's not answering.

"Sir?" You ask, if only to know the thing is not glitching or worse, connected to someone else's frequency.

>"...I was still trying to decipher what was that you said." The hero answers a few seconds later, making you a bit self-conscious. "You are already wearing it."

"Ah… Well…" Like a deer caught in the headlights, you don't really know how to react to that, other than staring into the distance, over Johai's shoulder and into space.

Maybe if you don't say anything he'll forget?

>"Am I wrong?" Edgeshot asks, his tone making it clear he knows the answer already.

You can do little but fan your costume star with your hands to keep yourself from sweating in the bodysuit.

"Well, Ah mean..." You have to admit, looking away to hide your face from Johai, who seems curious about the half of the conversation he can hear. "...Yeah, Ah am."

>"Why are you asking, then? If I say yes, anything you do is my responsibility. Not something I can do if I'm not present." The hero then asks, sounding as calm and mysterious as always… Yet to you, it feels colder . "...Did you do something and need to be bailed?"

"N-No! Ah'm in front of the elevator on the livin' area!" You quickly answer, sounding far more desperate than you'd wish. "Johai stopped me there. With a fork!"

>"Go on then, Star. I'll be there soon enough." Edgeshot tells you after another contemplative pause, sounding normal again. "I needed to go anyways."

"Thank ya very much, sir!" You say, followed by a sigh of relief.

>"Just answer me one question." He continues. "Where did the fork end?

"Well… The floor, really." You answer a tad confused, looking at the human-sized piece of tableware. "...It did hit mah lanyard though, to be fair."

>"You weren't supposed to hold on to it!" Johai desperately exclaims from across the room, finally saying something.

>"...Tell him to come too." Edgeshot adds. Then your earpiece blips, telling you he was over and out.

You stay quiet for half a minute, waiting in case the hero would say anything else.

Then you sight again, filling a bit wobbly all over. You thought you were gonna miss out for a hot minute.

Then you grab the fork with your free hand and poke it back to normal size.

Most of the time, using your quirk on something feels like pushing or pulling its mass beyond its volume, or like inflating and deflating a balloon.

It's wildly different when someone else's quirk has already shifted the size of the thing.

When Pa enlarged something, turning it back felt like wringing a sponge dry. It's not normal mass, but there's something in there that you need to take out. When your mom shrinks something, enlarging it back feels like opening a shaken soda can, little effort is needed to let it burst back to normal size.

The fork feels different. Empty. You can tell it's not physically empty, as it weighted close to seven pounds when it tipped you over with it's sudden weight increase, but to your quirk, it feels like there's nothing keeping it the way it is, nor is it its proper size.

Turning it back though? No effort at all. It's like… Popping a bubble. All you do is touch it with all five fingers and activate your quirk and the fork collapses back to size with a puff of mist and a loud crack!

Of course, you know what to do next.

You hold onto the fork and straighten your legs, let yourself fall backwards with your boots in the air, and promptly push the floor away with your elbows, landing on your feet with a jingle-jangle, then walk straight towards him, matching his glare.

"Edgeshot wants you to come too." You tell him, staring him down. "And try lifting some weights, noodle arm."

Then you smile cheerfully again, taking an instant to stab the fork on the table, leaving the handle standing straight and all four prongs in the wood before turning around and walking back to the pillar-elevator.

>"Did you really just rat me out like that?" He asks, finally giving up on the blender and pouring the powder into a glass, half-filling it.

"Rat you out? Ah reckon you need to mess up to get ratted out for sumthin'" You answer, tapping your ID on the pillar as you wait for the elevator.

It probably takes longer thanks to that whole needs everyone else to get off before coming here thing.

>"Did you or did you not tell him about the the fact that I threw a fork at you." Johai inquires, filling the glass with water and stirring it with a metallic straw.

"So what? You saw me 'bout to do sumthin' dumb and reacted. No big deal." You continue, shrugging. "Besides, it wouldn't had make it past the suit if it had hit me."

>"Students shouldn't assault each other, training exercises notwithstanding." He says, sipping the sludge in his glass through the straw as he approaches.

"Really?" You ask, recalling a few violent incidents at U.A. ...Which mostly involved Mineta. "Eh, Ah wouldn't worry 'bout it.

There's no further talking, not while you wait, nor while the elevator does it's thing and brings you over forty floors down, just the loud slurping sound of a guy trying very hard to make a liquid that looks closer to fresh concrete than a beverage go up a straw.

On the way down, people just looked at both of you for a second and stopped, letting the elevator carry on. They must dislike the noise more than you do.

Eventually you make it back to the 7th floor and waste no time making a beeline for the sculptor's station.

"Ah'm back! Sorry 'bout takin' so long!" You tell the old man once you are close, bowing deeply.

>"Don't worry, young lady." He says, closing a small, paint-stained book before raising his bespectacled gaze towards you. "Oh… Well, I don't think your merchandize will be left wanting for buyers."

"Ya think!?" You giddily ask, striking a pose and pointing far away into the sky-but-actually-the-ceiling, pushing your half-cape so it flutters behind you too.

>"Not children's, I don't think so." He comments, looking at his tools as he prepares some vials, brushes and baggies. "But… figures and collectibles will be popular with at least half of the public."

"Wait, wait, hold up." You say raising your hands and then walking to his workstation, leaning over it. "Ain't the main idea of a toy that it's gotta go to some good kid to play with it?"

>"I… must say that that yours would be of the expensive and highly detailed kind." He replies, leaning back and looking back down to his drawers, pulling another slightly darker vial of paint and a minuscule paint brush, ending in a tiny sponge.

>"It's true then. The usefulness of politeness in communications ends when it starts being an obstacle." Johai recites, as if quoting something. "It's most likely, almost a given that your merchandize will be most similar to Midnight's. Also, stand straight please."

"That's not a bad thing either!" You reply, defending your teacher and doing as you were told.

>"Yes, indeed…" The old man says, seemingly content with his station's state. "Well. This will take a while, as downscaling features takes time and effort so-"

You don't even give him a chance to finish, sharing a glance with Johai before tapping your thigh and hopping onto the station, shrinking yourself in the air.

"Ever worked with a one to one scale?" You ask, chuckling. More of a guffaw, really.

>"Well, that certainly makes things easier." He comments, then asks. "One last thing then. How detailed shall we go?"

>What do you do?

>[Better it be rougher but sturdy. "Recognizable and good, not much more."]
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]
>[All of it. "Ah have no idea what he scale is, but all of it!"]
>[Write in.]

>>3751772
>[All of it. "Ah have no idea what he scale is, but all of it!"]

The absolute best! Nothing less!

>>3751772
>>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]
you're the pro and this is more akin to training anyway

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

It's his line of work so.

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

I want Johai to teach us how to throw like a ninja.

>>3751772
He's the pro. He do what he wants to do. Heck, we could literally just use ourselves as a positive mold to create the negatives without any work. But:
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751791
I want johai to throw us like a ninja

>>3751791
i want to throw Johai out of the window

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751791
i want to throw a window out of johai

>>3751772
>[All of it. "Ah have no idea what he scale is, but all of it!"]

>>3751772
>>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751772
>>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751791
I want Johai to teach us to ninja run

>>3751772
>>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751772
>>>[Better it be rougher but sturdy. "Recognizable and good, not much more."]

>>3751772
>>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]

>>3751772
>[He knows better, right? "Whatever you recommend doc!"]