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UA High School — Japan
The glass and steel architecture of UA High School caught the late afternoon sun, casting long, geometric shadows across the pristine campus. Inside the faculty lounge, the dust motes danced in the golden light.
Toshinori Yagi sat behind a shared desk, dwarfed by the oversized chair. In his retired, diminished state, he looked more like a tired substitute teacher than the former Symbol of Peace. Yet, when he looked up, his blue eyes still held that undeniable, piercing weight.
Standing before his desk were five students, their postures a perfect cross-section of their personalities. Izuku Midoriya stood at rigid attention, practically vibrating with the effort of showing respect to his mentor. Tenya Iida mirrored him, spine straight as a steel rod. Shoto Todoroki stood perfectly still, his expression neutral and unreadable. Ochaco Uraraka held her hands clasped behind her back, attentive but slightly nervous.
And Katsuki Bakugo slouched at the edge of the group, hands jammed deep into his pockets, radiating the specific, simmering irritation of someone who felt his time was being wasted.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Toshinori said, his voice carrying a gentle, gravelly warmth. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I have something important to discuss with the five of you. Tell me... how familiar are you with the SDN?"
"The Superhero Dispatch Network," Todoroki answered immediately, his voice flat and factual. "America's regional superhero dispatch service."
Toshinori nodded. "Correct. But they're no longer just regional. In the wake of the Guardians of the Globe's tragic passing, and with Omni-Man currently unaccounted for, the United States government has restructured. They've elevated the SDN to an official federal service. And now, they are looking to expand worldwide."
Izuku's eyes widened, his mind already spinning through the logistical implications. "A global dispatch network? That would completely change international crisis response times—"
"It would," Toshinori agreed. "But before foreign governments agree to let an American system operate within their borders, they want proof that their own heroes can integrate with it. A branch in Torrance, California, recently reached out to UA. We've agreed to send five of our newly-licensed provisionals for a one-month work-study to test the waters."
Bakugo scoffed, a harsh, abrasive sound in the quiet room. He tilted his chin toward Uraraka. "If you're sending the 'best and brightest,' why the hell is Round Face here?"
Uraraka bristled, her fists clenching at her sides. "I passed the provisional exam just like you did, Bakugo." Her shoulders dropped slightly, her voice losing a fraction of its heat. "But... he has a point. Isn't Yaoyorozu the highest-testing student in the class?"
Toshinori offered her a reassuring smile. "As class representative, taking Young Yaoyorozu away for a month would be disruptive to the rest of the students. When we approached her with the opportunity, she formally recommended you, Uraraka. She noted how effectively you synergize with Midoriya and Iida in the field."
Uraraka blinked, touched, while Bakugo merely clicked his tongue and looked at the ceiling.
"So, what exactly are we going to be doing in California, All Might?" Izuku asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.
"You'll be stationed at the Los Angeles branch, working under a division called the Phoenix Program," Toshinori explained. "They boast the highest growth and success rate in the entire network. The Commission is very eager to see what you can learn from them. Now, I don't want to burden you with undue pressure... but if this month goes well, it could pave the way for a formalized international alliance."
"And if it goes poorly?" Uraraka asked cautiously.
"Then the SDN remains an American institution, and things continue as they are," Toshinori said gently. "Worst-case scenario, we are exactly where we started. But I have absolute faith that you five will rise to the challenge. Now..."
He pulled a thick manila folder from his desk drawer and handed it across the desk. Iida received it with both hands and a crisp bow.
"These are the personnel files for the Phoenix Program's Z-Team," Toshinori said. "Your new partners. I highly recommend reviewing them on your flight."
Iida pushed his glasses up his nose and flipped the folder open. His eyes tracked down the first page. Then they stopped. The rigid, mechanical chop of his free hand froze mid-air.
"All Might, sir," Iida said, his voice suddenly very tight. "I... I couldn't help but notice that these files contain extensive criminal records. Grand larceny. Aggravated assault. Unlicensed vigilantism. Murder."
The room went dead silent. Bakugo finally took his hands out of his pockets, his eyes narrowing at the file. Todoroki didn't flinch, but his gaze sharpened. Izuku stared at his teacher, waiting for the punchline.
"The Phoenix Program," Toshinori said, his tone turning serious, "is comprised entirely of former villains."
Iida stared at the paper, his mind warring between his strict adherence to the law and his respect for his teachers. "Of course," he managed to say, though he sounded slightly strained. "The Phoenix Program. A... a symbolic statement of rebirth and redemption."
"Exactly," Toshinori smiled, though there was a quiet weight behind his eyes. "If we can prove that Japan's next generation of heroes can work seamlessly with reformed American criminals, it proves the dispatch system has potential anywhere, with anyone."
Uraraka leaned over to peek at the mugshots in the file. "Are they... you know. Mean?"
"I couldn't say," Toshinori chuckled softly. "Just promise me you'll play nice. You deploy in a week. I suggest you start packing."
Izuku looked down at the files in Iida's hands, then back up to the man who had given him his Quirk, his dream, and his future. He squared his shoulders, the nervousness bleeding away into pure, focused determination.
"We won't let you down, All Might."
SDN Torrance Branch – Manager's Office
The Torrance branch of the Superhero Dispatch Network was a far cry from the sleek, towering glass of UA High School. It was practical, bustling, and smelled faintly of stale coffee and ozone.
Robert Robertson III sat relaxed in one of the two leather chairs facing the heavy oak desk of the branch manager, Mandy. Back in her prime, she was known to the world as the energy-wielding Pro Hero, Blonde Blazer. Now, she traded spandex for tailored blazers, managing the operational chaos of Southern California's superhuman population.
"Thanks for coming to see me, Robert," Mandy said, typing a final keystroke on her computer before giving him her full attention.
"Sure, Mandy," Robert replied, leaning back and crossing his arms. "So, what's the biz?"
Mandy paused, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "The biz?"
Robert shrugged effortlessly. "The biz. You know... business?"
"I know what it means," Mandy chuckled, shaking her head. "I've just never heard you talk like an 80s punk before."
She cleared her throat, waving away the tangent, and shifted into her managerial tone. "Anyway... ever since the whole catastrophe with the Guardians of the Globe and Omni-Man going MIA, the US Government has started giving us a massive influx of federal funding to expand the dispatch program. Blah, blah, blah. The point is, to help make the definitive case for overseas expansion, we are officially starting to partner with international hero communities, corporate hero agencies, and hero schools."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "'Hero schools'?"
"I'm glad that stuck out," Mandy said, tapping a polished fingernail against her desk. "Because UA High School—Japan's highest-rated superhero academy—has agreed to partner with us for a month-long work study. They are sending five of their absolute best and brightest over here."
Robert smiled softly, already seeing the writing on the wall. "Let me take a wild guess... they're being assigned to me and the Z-Team?"
"Yeah," Mandy nodded, her expression softening into a mild plea. "If that's okay."
"Not that I'm opposed to this at all, I'm not," Robert said, holding his hands up defensively. "But it is going to heavily depend on who exactly I'm going to be working with. I love my squad, but I cannot work with five more Flambaes running around destroying city blocks."
Mandy pulled five thick, heavily redacted files from her top drawer and fanned them out across the desk. "Well, for starters, these are heroes-in-training, not former villains. So things are going to be a lot easier in terms of managing their baseline morality and public image. All except for one."
Robert leaned forward, scanning the kanji and translated English text on the manila folders. He stopped dead on the file for Katsuki Bakugo. The attached ID photo practically radiated pure, unadulterated hostility.
Robert picked up the folder and turned it around to show Mandy. "Let me take a wild guess..."
"Yeah," Mandy sighed, rubbing her temples. "There are... a lot of incident reports about him in there. The only reason he was so highly recommended by the UA faculty is because he is undeniably fantastic at what he does. But getting him to play nice and cooperate with your team is going to be a significant challenge. Can you deal with at least one more Flambae?"
Robert stared at Bakugo's scowling photo for another second before tossing the file back onto the desk. "Yeah. I guess I can handle that."
"I also need to let you know the stakes here, Robert," Mandy said, her tone dead serious. "If this work study goes well... the SDN can officially start looking to expand internationally. That opens up a massive amount of job opportunities for heroes and non-heroes alike. It allows us to better coordinate responses to catastrophes on a global scale. And, perhaps most importantly for your crew... increased funding means significantly higher paychecks for everyone."
Robert nodded slowly, the pragmatism of the situation settling in. "I've been asked to do way harder jobs with much worse odds, so I think I'm up for it. Plus, more money does sound pretty good to me."
"Great!" Mandy smiled brightly, relieved that he had taken the assignment so well. "They are due to arrive at LAX in exactly one week. Do you want to prime your team right now, or wait until it gets closer?"
"Yeah, I'll tell them," Robert said, pushing himself out of the leather chair. "If they have any bitching and moaning to do about babysitting teenagers, it's way better for them to get it out of their systems on me early, rather than taking it out on some high schoolers next week. Or, hey, who knows? Maybe they'll be absolutely thrilled to be mentors."
Mandy raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Do you really think they could be?"
Robert scoffed, a dry, cynical laugh escaping him as he walked toward the door. "No. But it was a good day today, so maybe I was just thinking a bit too wishfully."
The Next Day - SDN
The fluorescent lights of the Torrance Branch conference room flickered slightly, casting a sterile glow over the assembled members of the Z-Team. Also known as the Phoenix Program, this specialized squad of former villains looked less like a corporate superhero team and more like a police lineup.
Robert Robertson III stood at the head of the long table, leaning forward on his knuckles. "So, I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you all here before your shift officially starts."
Punch-Up leaned back in his chair, cracking his taped knuckles. "Nah," he grunted, his thick Dublin accent cutting through the quiet. "Just hopin' I get paid for this extra time, boss."
Sitting across from him, Coupé kept her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her posture impeccably rigid. "I am partially intrigued," she admitted smoothly. "Especially on such a random day of the week."
Suddenly, a loud exhale echoed from an empty chair near the back. As the breath left her lungs, Invisigal flickered into existence, materializing out of thin air as she released the breath that maintained her invisibility. "Yeah, what's the biz, Robbie?"
"Well," Robert started, standing up straight. "In exactly six days, we are going to be receiving some new temporary recruits. They'll be shadowing and working with us for a month."
A low murmur of questioning rippled through the room, though a few members looked visibly relieved.
Sonar's oversized, bat-like ears twitched atop his head. A sly grin spread across his face. "Oh, hell yeah. More splitting of the workload. I can get behind that."
"Don't get too comfortable," Robert warned. "The SDN is looking to expand internationally with this massive new influx of government funding, but first, we have to prove we can actually handle their native heroes. So, Japan is sending five of their absolute best students from their most prestigious superhero high school."
The relief instantly evaporated, replaced by immediate, vocal derision.
Prism scoffed loudly, throwing her hands up in the air. "Sir, you are completely out yo damn mind if you think I'm gonna be playing fucking babysitter for a month."
Beside him, Golem slowly turned his massive, rocky head. "I don't mind," he rumbled, his voice so deep it vibrated the table. "I like kids."
Robert pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you people forget the part where I just said they are some of the best of the best over there?"
"Yeah, but that's graded on a bell curve compared to the actual adult heroes, right?" Sonar pointed out, leaning forward. "Look, I can be the strongest baby at the daycare, but that doesn't mean I can beat Phenomaman in a weight-lifting contest."
Flambae, leaning his chair dangerously back on two legs, crossed his arms and scowled. "Do we even know if they speak fucking English, man? I ain't learning a new language for some brats."
Robert fixed him with a deadpan stare. "It's debatable that you can speak English, Flambae, so I highly suggest you shut the fuck up."
Flambae glared at Robert, a tiny spark of ember flashing in his irises, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Robert continued, tapping his temple. "To answer the question, tech support is hooking us up. Our comms earbuds are heavily upgraded. They will auto-translate and transcribe both ways as needed. Furthermore, everyone's comms will be automatically encoded with a distinctly different vocal profile, so you can tell them apart on the radio without needing to look at them."
Malevola, resting her chin on her red-skinned hands, lazily flicked her tail behind her. Her demonic horns nearly scraped the low ceiling. "I can just open a portal and teleport them here, Robert. We really don't need the SDN blowing good budget money on commercial plane tickets."
"As nice of an offer as that is," Robert sighed, "we really need to start this partnership off on the right foot. A half-naked demon stepping out of a hell-portal to snatch Japanese teenagers is more than likely sending the wrong message."
Invisigal snorted, kicking her boots up onto the table. "Please. That's just your average hentai plot. Japan's real big on the tentacle stuff, Robbie. They'd probably feel right at home."
Ignoring her, Robert picked up a stack of thick manila folders and tossed them into the center of the table. "I've made copies of all their official UA profiles for you to peruse. Or, if literacy and reading scare you because you still act like you're twelve years old, Mandy and Chase will be hosting a mandatory informational seminar after work."
Robert looked around the room. "Any questions?"
Instantly, almost every single hand in the room shot up.
"Yes, the seminar counts as paid time," Robert clarified before anyone could speak.
Every hand dropped. Except for one.
"Yes, Coupé?" Robert asked.
Coupé lowered her hand, her expression serious. "What exactly is Japan looking to see from us during this trial period?"
"Just successful results in terms of field coordination and heroic activity," Robert explained, leaning against the whiteboard. "If we can show that this branch can seamlessly manage any hero from any part of the world, it'll make the definitive case that the SDN can function anywhere. That means expanding job opportunities for heroes and non-heroes globally. It means a much greater response coordination to global disasters..."
He looked around. The Z-Team stared back at him with completely glazed-over eyes. Civic duty wasn't exactly their strong suit.
"...and," Robert added strategically, "higher paychecks for everyone."
That caused a sudden eruption of cheers and affirmative grunts across the table.
"So," Robert said, raising his voice over the noise. "Can I count on you guys to play nice with these kids?"
Sonar scratched his chin, his bat ears swiveling. "What if they don't wanna play nice with us? We're a bunch of ex-cons. High-road hero types usually look at us like gum on their shoes."
"If you can't handle a personality clash without burning a bridge, I'll step in," Robert promised, his tone hardening into absolute leadership. "But I'm not going to be everyone's father here. I'll be counting on you to figure it out like adults some of the time. The entire international future of the SDN rests on you guys performing well. We're all counting on you."
Malevola let out a dry, sarcastic scoff, examining her razor-sharp nails. "No pressure."
UA Dorms
The walls of Izuku Midoriya's dorm room were a shrine to the Symbol of Peace, plastered end-to-end with All Might posters, action figures, and memorabilia. In the center of the room, Izuku was meticulously rolling up his civilian clothes, trying to maximize the space inside his dark green suitcase. His upgraded hero costume sat neatly folded on the bed, right next to a heavily annotated notebook labeled Hero Analysis for the Future: American Edition.
A gentle, rhythmic knock on the open doorframe broke his concentration.
Izuku spun around, his eyes lighting up. "Oh! All Might!"
Toshinori Yagi stood in the doorway, wearing his oversized yellow suit, looking impossibly thin but carrying a warm, fatherly presence. "Hey there, young Midoriya," he smiled, stepping into the room. "How is the packing going?"
"So far, so good!" Izuku said, gesturing to the half-full suitcase. "I'm only packing two weeks' worth of casual clothes to save space for my hero supplies and extra notebooks. I figured I can just do laundry at the SDN dorms while I'm there."
"Very practical," Toshinori chuckled, nodding in approval. He shoved his hands into his oversized pockets, his expression turning slightly more serious. "Anyway... I wanted to drop by to let you know about a clerical matter regarding your transfer paperwork. The American executives are not going to be aware of the true nature of One For All when you get there."
Izuku immediately stood up straighter, giving his mentor his full attention.
"As far as the SDN and the United States government are concerned," Toshinori continued, keeping his voice low, "your registered Quirk is simply 'Super Power.' Exactly the same as when you first enrolled here at UA."
Izuku nodded firmly, understanding the gravity of the secret. "Got it. I'll make sure to keep our secret safe, All Might."
"I know you will," Toshinori smiled softly. He walked over, resting a heavy, comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Now, I know how excited you are for this trip. But I should probably warn you... a lot of your assigned jobs over there might be a bit more low-key than you're expecting."
Izuku blinked, slightly surprised. "Low-key?"
"Which isn't a bad thing," Toshinori clarified quickly. "After all, the day-to-day, grounded activities are exactly what keep a community running. But... try not to be discouraged if these American dispatchers aren't quite as overtly enthusiastic about the work as you are."
Toshinori looked toward the window, thinking back to his own time studying in the States. "To a lot of the heroes over there—especially the ones working under a corporate or federal umbrella like the SDN—heroing is treated much more like a standard nine-to-five job. It's something they clock in for, and something they actively try to close up and forget about when their shift ends. That kind of system tends to bring out a bit more of a cynical side in people. It might rub you the wrong way at first."
Izuku looked down at his hero costume, absorbing the advice. The idea of treating saving lives like a mere desk job felt entirely foreign to his "Plus Ultra" worldview, but he knew All Might was preparing him for the culture shock.
He looked back up, his green eyes filled with an unshakable, unwavering resolve. "Okay, All Might. I promise I won't get discouraged. I'll show them exactly what UA heroes are made of!"
Toshinori's smile widened, a deep sense of pride swelling in his chest. He ruffled Izuku's messy green curls.
"That right there," Toshinori said warmly, "is exactly why I chose you.
Here is the polished version of the scene transitions, focusing on making the character profiles highly scannable and punchy while maintaining the distinct voices of both the UA students and the cynical Z-Team.
UA Heights Alliance – Iida's Room
Across the hall from Izuku, Tenya Iida was packing with mechanical precision. His suitcase was a masterclass in organization, filled with rows of identical replacement glasses securely nestled between perfectly folded stacks of identical civilian clothes and his polished hero armor. On his desk sat the SDN Z-Team files, which he was thoroughly memorizing to devise optimal synergy strategies for their upcoming deployment.
A polite knock sounded at his door. Izuku peeked his head in. "Midoriya! How can I help you?" Iida asked, adjusting his glasses.
"I was wondering if you'd go over the files of the SDN Z-Team with me?" Izuku asked, stepping inside with his signature notebook clutched to his chest. "I'm trying to devise the best possible team-ups we can do together."
"Certainly! I've already committed most of them to memory. Come, have a seat," Iida offered, gesturing to his desk chair while he sat on the edge of his perfectly made bed. He pulled up the first file, displaying a photo of a bat-faced man in a tailored business suit.
"Let us begin," Iida said, his voice dropping into its official class-president register.
Sonar: Reportedly possesses the highest intellect rating across the Z-Team. A graduate of Harvard University.
Quirk Equivalent: Bat physiology. Primary abilities include echolocation and a sonic screech capable of shattering glass and disabling electronics. He can also transform into a significantly stronger bat-monster form, granting enhanced durability, flight, and a devastatingly amplified scream.
S-Ratings (Humanoid): Power: 2/5 Speed: 2/5 Technique: 4/5 Intelligence: 5/5 Cooperativeness: 3/5.
Iida flipped to the second file, revealing a man with a ponytail wearing a tight brown leotard with flame designs that left his chest and stomach exposed.
Flambae: Fittingly considered a highly temperamental individual.
Quirk Equivalent: Pyrokinesis and absolute fire immunity. He claims he 'controls the fire and the flame, and his skin does not burn.' He uses the flames from his lower body for flight propulsion. While he can technically be set on fire, his body remains completely unaffected.
S-Ratings: Power: 5/5 Speed: 4/5 Technique: 3/5 Intelligence: 1/5 Cooperativeness: 2/5.
Next was a woman with spiky, messy black hair, wearing a black low-cut crop top, tactical shorts, combat boots, and a hot pink jacket.
Invisigal: One of their newest recruits.
Quirk Equivalent: Voluntary invisibility tied to holding her breath. Notably, she is a smoker with asthma, making her invisible uptime very limited. However, she is a highly proficient hand-to-hand combatant, utilizing her invisibility for stealth takedowns.
S-Ratings: Power: 3/5 Speed: 3/5 Technique: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Cooperativeness: 1/5.
Iida produced the next file: a dark-skinned woman wearing a sleek grey mask and a black-and-grey stealth suit adorned with metal wings.
Coupé: A former assassin and mercenary for hire.
Quirk Equivalent: Umbrakinesis. She manipulates dark energy to achieve flight and heavily empowers her metal wings, which can be detached and thrown as lethal daggers. As a former assassin, she is considered one of their most efficient and dangerous fighters.
S-Ratings: Power: 4/5 Speed: 4/5 Technique: 5/5 Intelligence: 3/5 Cooperativeness: 2/5.
Then came a short, stocky man with a handlebar mustache, wearing a green shirt and brown overalls.
Punch-Up: * Quirk Equivalent: Mystical enhancement. He allegedly made a deal with a witch for the 'strength of ten men,' which resulted in his height being condensed to half its original size. He retains that massive strength alongside enhanced durability, full immunity to physical pain, and a minor healing factor.
S-Ratings: Power: 4/5 Speed: 2/5 Technique: 4/5 Intelligence: 1/5 Cooperativeness: 4/5.
The next photo showed a red-skinned woman with large horns atop her head, wearing jean shorts and a tank top, wielding a massive red sword.
Malevola: * Quirk Equivalent: Demonic physiology and arcane magic. She is, quite literally, a living demon from Hell. She possesses dark magic—particularly the ability to open spatial portals—and her demonic biology grants her physical strength and agility far exceeding human limits.
S-Ratings: Power: 3/5 Speed: 3/5 Technique: 4/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Cooperativeness: 5/5.
After her was a literal pile of shifting clay with glowing yellow eyes, embedded with random pieces of metal and exposed wiring.
Golem: The youngest member of the Z-Team.
Quirk Equivalent: Clay shifting. He is a living mass of clay capable of morphing into various shapes and densities. SDN reports indicate he can regenerate from virtually any sustained physical damage.
S-Ratings: Power: 4/5 Speed: 3/5 Technique: 3/5 Intelligence: 1/5 Cooperativeness: 4/5.
Finally, Iida presented a woman with vibrant pink and blue hair in a skin-tight black bodysuit, accented by asymmetrical bright blue and pink boots and gloves, and a sleek visor over her eyes.
Prism: A former pop star.
Quirk Equivalent: Hard-light constructs. She can physically manifest light with mass and density, allowing her to create shields, physical copies of herself or allies, and concussive energy blasts. She holds the highest Charisma rating on their team due to her past fame.
S-Ratings: Power: 4/5 Speed: 2/5 Technique: 5/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Cooperativeness: 3/5.
Izuku took it all in, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he aggressively took air-notes, committing every detail to memory. "Wow... they sound like they operate on a completely different level. Do you think they're learning about us right now, too?"
SDN Torrance Branch – Mandatory Seminar
After a grueling day shift, the entire Z-Team sat slumped in the conference room. At the front stood Mandy and the elderly Chase. Chase was currently operating under the moniker Starblazer, entirely reliant on the glowing gem embedded in his chest to maintain his physical integrity after his speed powers had previously ruined his body.
"Alright, fuckers, listen up, cause we're only going through this slideshow once," Chase grunted, leaning heavily on the podium. "I know y'all are just here for the paycheck, but if you listen close, you're hopefully gonna learn some shit that helps you work with these tykes and not get yourselves killed."
Mandy laughed, shaking her head. "Again, Chase, they aren't tykes. They're high schoolers. They are just a couple of years away from being legal adults. Anyway... do not let their age fool you. They have a lot more strength and technique than you'd expect."
She clicked the remote. The projector displayed a boy with split white and red hair, a prominent burn mark over his left eye, wearing a dark blue tactical suit.
Shoto: * Background: Got into UA on recommendations. He is the son of Endeavor, the current #1 ranked Pro Hero in Japan.
Quirk: Half-Cold Half-Hot. He shoots and controls fire from his left side, and ice from his right. If he overuses one side, he risks fatal frostbite or heatstroke, requiring him to use both in tandem to regulate his body temperature.
SDN Ratings: Vigor: 8/10 Combat: 9/10 Charisma: 5/10 Intellect: 7/10 Mobility: 8/10.
Flambae scoffed, kicking his boots onto the table. "Either Japan has some real low fucking standards for their heroes, or you motherfuckers better watch out, because I'll shoot to the top of their leaderboards before that kid knows what fucking hit him."
Mandy ignored him and clicked to the next slide. A girl with rounded brown hair and a pink-and-black skintight suit with heavy wrist gauntlets flashed on screen.
Uravity:
Quirk: Zero Gravity. The pads on her fingertips nullify the gravitational pull of any object she touches. Breaking her weight limit causes crippling nausea.
SDN Ratings: Vigor: 7/10 Combat: 6/10 Charisma: 9/10 Intellect: 7/10 Mobility: 7/10.
Prism burst out laughing, nearly choking on her gum. "Please tell me that is not this chick's actual fucking hero name."
Sonar squinted at the screen, muttering to himself as he tried to parse the phonetics. "Uuuuuravity. Uraaaavity. What is that even supposed to mean?"
"It's a portmanteau of her last name, Uraraka, and gravity," Chase explained dryly. "She makes shit float. Try to keep up."
Mandy clicked to the next slide, showing a green-haired boy in a heavily reinforced, dark green jumpsuit.
Deku: * Quirk: Super Power. A vague but top-of-the-line physical enhancement ability.
SDN Ratings: Vigor: 10/10 Combat: 9/10 Charisma: 7/10 Intellect: 8/10 Mobility: 9/10.
"They were pretty tight-lipped on the exact mechanics of his power set, but the field reports show he's a heavy hitter," Chase noted, rubbing his chest. "His Quirk puts a crazy fucking strain on his body—which I can unfortunately relate to—when he uses it at full power, but he can tear skyscraper-sized monsters ten new assholes. Right now, he can only safely use about five to seven percent of his total output. He's a work in progress."
"This next one might be our biggest troublemaker," Mandy sighed, clicking the remote to reveal a scowling blonde boy with massive, grenade-shaped gauntlets.
Dynamight: * Quirk: Explosion. Special sweat glands excrete a nitroglycerin-like substance that he ignites at will from his palms.
SDN Ratings: Vigor: 7/10 Combat: 10/10 Charisma: 3/10 Intellect: 8/10 Mobility: 9/10.
"He has a massive reputation for being an explosive hothead," Mandy warned.
Punch-Up smirked, elbowing Flambae in the ribs. "Sound familiar, mate?"
"Fuck off, half-pint," Flambae snarled.
"From the sounds of his file, this kid is ten times worse than you, sparky," Chase retorted. "The only reason anyone puts up with his attitude is because he is damned good at his job."
Malevola filed her nails, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "'Firework hands' doesn't sound that impressive to me."
"We got a translated list of his ultimate moves," Mandy countered. "You would be shocked how many lethal, high-mobility applications there are to that simple power."
Chase tapped the podium for the final slide. A tall, serious-looking boy clad in sleek, white-and-blue mechanical armor appeared.
Ingenium: * Quirk: Engine. Biological engines located in his calves, complete with exhaust pipes protruding from his legs.
SDN Ratings: Vigor: 7/10 Combat: 7/10 Charisma: 6/10 Intellect: 8/10 Mobility: 10/10.
"Weird fucking powers on this guy," Chase grumbled. "Lets him move fast as fuck, provided you can put up with him being a massive tight-ass."
Mandy turned the projector off, bringing the lights back up. "If any of those profiles stuck out to you, it's best to start figuring out your team-up plans now. These kids are going to be your coworkers for the next month."
Prism popped a bubble with her gum, leaning back. "Look, as long as they can change and wipe their own asses without me holding their hands, ain't no fucking skin off my back."
Flambae stretched his arms overhead, yawning loudly. "Well, we got six days of peace left. Better enjoy the Eight Amigos while we can, before it becomes fucking 13 Reasons Why."