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  We started walking, following Ryukyu through the streets. She spoke without looking back. “Since you don’t have any questions, let me make one thing clear. Under no circumstances are you allowed to fight vilins or do any pro work.”

  I side-eyed Mirko. “You hearing this?”

  She grinned. “Oh yeah.”

  Ryukyu kept going. “You’re just an intern. No hero license. That means you observe and learn. That’s it.”

  I shoved my hands in my pockets. “So no punching bad guys?”

  “No.”

  “No dropkicks?”

  “No.”

  I turned to Mirko. “This internship just got less fun.”

  She snorted. “Tough luck, kid.”

  Ryukyu ignored us. “The hero commission has strict policies on unlicensed individuals engaging in combat. If you get caught breaking them, you’ll be sent home.”

  I nodded. “Got it.”

  Mirko elbowed me. “He’s lying.”

  “Absolutely.”

  Ryukyu sighed again, clearly regretting all her life choices. “Let’s just eat.”

  We found a small ramen shop tucked between buildings. No fshy signs, no gimmicks, just a counter and some stools. Mirko sat down first, spping the menu. “One rge miso, extra meat.”

  Ryukyu sat next to her. “Soy sauce for me.”

  I took the seat beside Mirko. “Tonkotsu, extra garlic.”

  The old man behind the counter nodded and got to work. The pce smelled like broth and fried oil. A few customers gnced at us, probably recognizing the two pros.

  Mirko leaned her elbow on the counter. “So, you gonna pick a hero name or what?”

  I scratched my cheek. “Wildcard.”

  She grinned. “Fitting.”

  Ryukyu hummed. “Better than what I heard some of your cssmates picked.”

  “Oh, you mean Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight?”

  Mirko barked a ugh. “The hell kinda name is that?”

  “A stupid brat's.”

  She shook her head. “Jesus.”

  "Though I am surprised your are informed in even this." I looked at Ryukyu who shrugged, "Best Jeanist sent everyone for the ugh."

  I cracked, "Hah! Need a screenshot of that chat!"

  The old man set three bowls in front of us. I grabbed my chopsticks and dug in. The broth was rich, the noodles chewy, the garlic strong enough to keep vampires away. Good stuff.

  Mirko slurped down half her bowl in seconds. “So what was your pn, kid?”

  I blinked. “Pn for what?”

  “This internship. Since you look so down.”

  “Dunno. Probably get stronger, learn some shit, maybe annoy some vilins.”

  Ryukyu sighed. “You’re going to be a headache.”

  Mirko grinned. “Yeah, but it’s gonna be fun.”

  We finished eating pretty quick. As we left, Ryukyu gnced at her phone. “There’s a patrol scheduled. You’ll be coming with us.”

  I stretched. “So, walking around looking cool?”

  “Essentially.”

  Mirko cpped my back. “Try not to scare civilians.”

  “No promises.”

  The streets were busy, people moving in every direction. Some noticed Mirko and Ryukyu, whispering or pulling out phones. A few kids pointed, eyes wide.

  “Hey, it’s Mirko!” one of them shouted.

  She gave them a thumbs-up. “Stay in school, don’t do drugs.”

  A mom yanked her son back. “Stop yelling in public.”

  Ryukyu sighed. “Mirko…”

  “What? Good advice.”

  I gnced around. “So we just… walk?”

  “For now,” Ryukyu said. “Patrols are about presence. Most criminals won’t act if they see pros around.”

  “So we’re scarecrows.”

  “More or less.”

  We kept moving. Mirko walked with her hands in her pockets, eyes scanning the area like she was waiting for something to happen. Ryukyu was more composed, posture straight, gaze shifting between buildings and alleys.

  I yawned. “This is boring.”

  Mirko smirked. “That’s ‘cause nothing’s happening yet.”

  Yet.

  She barely finished talking before a loud crash echoed from a nearby alley. People turned their heads. Murmurs started.

  Ryukyu moved first. “Stay close.”

  I followed, Mirko beside me. We turned the corner into a narrow alley, brick walls on either side. A man in a ski mask was scrambling to his feet, clutching a bag. Behind him, a store window was shattered.

  Ryukyu stepped forward. “Drop it.”

  The guy spun around, eyes wide. “Shit—” He bolted.

  Mirko cracked her knuckles. “Aw, hell yeah.”

  Before she could move, Ryukyu put a hand up. “Mirko, no.”

  “C’mon.”

  “You’ll break something.”

  “Yeah, his legs.”

  Ryukyu sighed. “Let’s do this cleanly.”

  She flicked her wrist. A rush of sticks smmed into the guy’s back, knocking him ft. He groaned, dazed.

  Mirko pouted. “Boring.”

  Ryukyu walked over and grabbed the bag, checking inside. “Stolen cash.” She looked down at the guy. “Stay put. Police will be here soon.”

  He groaned again. “Ugh…”

  Mirko crossed her arms. “Lame. I wanted a chase.”

  I shrugged. “At least we didn’t have to run.”

  Ryukyu ignored us. She pulled out her phone and made a call. A few minutes ter, police arrived, took the guy, and thanked us.

  Ryukyu called me over. "You fill out the report so you get used to it."

  I looked at her, dreading every second. "I’m stuck with paperwork?"

  "Yes," she said, handing me the clipboard.

  I turned to Mirko. "Help me."

  She grinned. "Nah, you got this."

  I sighed, looking down at the form. Name, date, time, incident details—boring. I grabbed a pen and started writing.

  Incident Report

  Filed by: Ryuu Midoriya

  Time: Too early for this crap

  Incident Type: Idiot with a ski mask tried to rob a store, failed spectacurly.

  Response: Ryukyu stick-spped him, and he ate pavement. Cops picked him up. No casualties except the guy’s pride.

  Conclusion: He should consider a career change. Maybe knitting.

  I handed it back. "Done."

  Ryukyu read it over. "Rewrite it."

  I groaned. "Why?"

  "Because this isn’t a joke."

  I tapped the clipboard. "He literally fell on his face."

  She sighed. "Official nguage, please."

  I rewrote it, using the most lifeless words possible. She nodded, finally satisfied.

  Mirko stretched. "Alright, paperwork’s done. What’s next?"

  Ryukyu checked her phone. "Another patrol route."

  I groaned again. "More walking?"

  "You expected explosions?"

  "I expected something cool."

  Mirko cpped my back. "Be patient. Chaos finds you eventually."

  We started moving again, another round of wandering through the city. People took pictures, whispered, pointed. Some approached Mirko and Ryukyu for autographs. Nobody bothered me, which was great.

  Mirko looked me up and down. “So what’s up with the getup?”

  I gnced at myself. “Comfy, tough, and stylish.”

  She smirked. “Stylish, huh? That why you look like you mugged a biker?”

  “Gotta keep the brand consistent.”

  Ryukyu sighed. “You’re really calling that a brand?”

  “It’s a work in progress.”

  Mirko stretched, cracking her neck. “As long as you can fight in it, I don’t care. You use that bat or just throwing hands?”

  I smirked. "Of course I use it. It is my main weapon."

  She grinned back while Ryukyu gred. "You are not allowed to use it. Remember, you don't take action."

  I sighed. "I know, Mom!"

  Ryukyu ignored me. "We’ll do a few rounds of evaluation before you see any real action. Mirko will handle combat assessment. I’ll cover situational awareness and decision-making."

  Mirko smirked. "Basically, I beat the shit out of you, and she makes sure you don’t get yourself killed."

  I nodded. "Nice division of bor."

  She nudged me. "Hope you can keep up, kid."

  "Hope you don’t break first, old dy."

  Mirko’s grin widened. "Oh, you are gonna regret that."

  Ryukyu sighed. "Let’s get this over with."

  After returning to the agency, we moved to a private training ground, empty except for some gear. Mirko stepped ahead, rolling her shoulders. "Alright. First test—don’t get hit."

  I cracked my knuckles. "Evasion drill?"

  She lunged.

  I barely dodged, twisting away as her fist smmed into the ground. The pavement cracked.

  "That was a warning shot," she said. "Let’s see if you can actually move."

  She swung again, faster this time. I ducked, weaving under her arm, but she pivoted and brought a knee up. I twisted, blocking with my forearm, but the impact sent me skidding back.

  Ryukyu crossed her arms. "You’re not dead. That’s a good start."

  Mirko rolled her shoulders. "He’s got instincts. Let’s see if he has endurance."

  I huffed. "Oh, so we’re pying ‘Who Can Last Longer’ now?"

  Mirko grinned. "That was a bad choice of words."

  Ryukyu facepalmed. "Can you two take this seriously?"

  "Fine, fine," I muttered.

  Mirko charged again.

  We moved fast, trading blows, dodging, testing range. Every hit she threw felt like a sledgehammer. I stayed on the defensive, slipping past most of her attacks, but the few that nded left my arms tingling.

  Mirko ughed, stretching her arms. "That was about seven percent of my power. You’re good."

  I stared at her. "S-s-seven percent? Are you fucking monster?"

  She tapped her chin. "I am not fucking a monster. I barely date."

  Ryukyu pinched the bridge of her nose. "Rumi!"

  Mirko grinned. "What? It’s true."

  I exhaled, shaking out my arms. "So if that was seven percent, what happens at full power?"

  She cracked her knuckles. "You die."

  "Cool, cool. Good to know."

  Ryukyu stepped forward. "Alright, that’s enough. We’re assessing, not trying to break bones."

  Mirko shrugged. "He’s standing. That’s a pass."

  "Pass for what? A future in getting my ass kicked?"

  "Exactly."

  Ryukyu sighed. "We’ll be focusing on endurance next."

  Mirko grinned. "Good. Kid’s got footwork, but let’s see how long he sts."

  "You keep saying shit that sounds wrong."

  "Your fault for thinking it that way."

  I groaned. "Alright, what’s next?"

  Ryukyu pulled up a timer. "Five minutes. No breaks. Stay on your feet, and don’t get knocked down."

  "That’s it?"

  Mirko smirked. "That’s it."

  I rolled my shoulders. "Fine, let’s go."

  She lunged. I dodged. She adjusted mid-air, heel swinging toward my ribs. I barely blocked, the impact sending me skidding.

  I caught myself, ducking under a follow-up punch. She kept coming, attacks relentless. No wasted movement, no hesitation. Just pure aggression.

  I kept moving, slipping past her strikes, forcing distance. She didn’t let up.

  "Two minutes left," Ryukyu called.

  Mirko grinned. "Still standing. Not bad."

  "Could say the same to you."

  She lunged again. I dodged, barely, but she caught my arm, yanking me off bance.

  I twisted, trying to break free. She used the momentum, flipping me mid-air. I barely caught myself before smming into the ground.

  "Close," she said. "Almost dropped."

  "Almost," I muttered.

  I reset my stance. She rushed in.

  I stepped forward instead of back, closing the gap. She blinked. I threw a punch. She tilted her head, barely dodging.

  "Bold," she said.

  "Desperate," I corrected.

  She ughed, sweeping my legs. I jumped, dodging, but she was already moving. A fist smmed into my gut.

  I staggered.

  "Ten seconds," Ryukyu said.

  Mirko grinned. "C’mon, kid. Finish strong."

  I exhaled, digging my feet in. She swung again. I slipped under, fist grazing my hair.

  "Time," Ryukyu called.

  Mirko pulled back, grinning. "Not bad."

  I groaned, rubbing my ribs. "If that’s not bad, I don’t wanna see bad."

  "You would be in the hospital."

  I sighed. "Figures."

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