The internships were distributed across all year levels. The first one was mostly observational—intended to give students their initial exposure to the professional hero world.
They weren't expected to fight or engage in any kind of combat. At most, they were allowed to assist in the arrest of minor offenders—classified as Type II villains under the judicial system. Nothing too dangerous or serious.
In that sense, what Raiden and Tamaki experienced was far from typical. Then again, most of what happened last semester had been anything but normal.
The second internship, however, was a different story. It lasted an entire semester, with students attending three days each week. This time, it was much closer to an actual job—at least for those who had already earned their provisional hero licenses. They were allowed more responsibility, more involvement in real operations, and actual fieldwork that resembled what licensed heroes did every day.
For the students who hadn't passed the license exam, the situation was different. They had to repeat the same type of internship from the first semester—still observational, just longer.
They'd also have to wait for the rescheduled second attempt at the license test. Did this create a bit of a gap between the students? Yes, to a degree. But according to U.A.—or rather, the current U.A.—it was far better to be cautious than to send unprepared students into official hero work.
Now, each student stood in front of the agency they had chosen for their second internship.
First, there was Lemillion. He stood outside a modest-sized building that housed Sir Nighteye's hero agency. He had chosen this place for two important reasons. First, even though Sir Nighteye wasn't known for his brute strength, he was considered one of the sharpest minds in the hero world. In fact, he had once been the sidekick of none other than All Might, the current Number One hero.
From everything Mirio had heard, much of All Might's past success had been thanks to Sir Nighteye's strategic thinking and precise guidance. All Might had the strength, no doubt about that—but Nighteye had the brain.
He was the one who helped plan missions, prioritize threats, and guide the Symbol of Peace toward success. That kind of experience was exactly what Lemillion needed.
Mirio wanted a mentor who could help him work through his weaknesses, someone who could sharpen his instincts and push him to be better. In his view, Sir Nighteye was still the best mentor anyone could ask for—and he felt lucky to have been chosen by him once. So coming back was an easy decision.
On Tamaki's side, he returned to the hero he had admired for a long time: Fat Gum. It was the same agency he chose for his first internship. Their bond had only grown stronger since then.
Fat Gum had not only helped him improve his combat skills, but also helped him accept himself and the full potential of his Quirk. Tamaki felt seen and supported there, and that made all the difference.
As for Nejire, she also decided to stick with her previous mentor—Ryukyu.
For her, there was no better choice. Ryukyu wasn't just a top-ranking hero; she was one of the few who could truly guide Nejire in the complexities of aerial combat. And for Nejire, that was crucial. Mastering movement in the air, control, and coordination while flying—these were core to her growth. Ryukyu offered the guidance she needed, and Nejire trusted her completely.
And finally, from the top ranks of Class 1-A, there was Raiden.
As planned, he had chosen Lady Nagant for his second internship. He had to admit—if it hadn't been for his desire to help her, he might have gone back to Yoroi Musha or chosen another hero to learn new things. Now that he had his provisional license, he was sure he could've learned even more from the old hero or any other.
From what he had seen during his previous internship, Yoroi Musha was not only incredibly strong. But choices had to be made, and he knew he couldn't have everything. He'd made his decision, and now it was time to follow through.
The gray-haired boy stood in front of the main building of the Bureau—an enormous structure that towered above most of the city. Almost like a skyscraper, it loomed with steel and glass, clearly the central hub among all the agency's branches scattered throughout Japan.
This was where he had to go to reconnect with Kaina Tsutsumi—Lady Nagant. It was here that their plan would finally begin to take shape.
Dressed in his hero costume, Raiden walked confidently, already fully in character as Mewtwo. Thanks to his license, he could now legally wear the suit and use his Quirk in public. All he had to do was keep his license on him at all times—a small price for the freedom it offered.
Floating a few inches above the ground, Mewtwo glided through the building's front entrance. The inside was buzzing with life. Heroes in costume moved in and out of the halls, their steps quick and purposeful.
People in professional attire rushed across the lobby, heading to meetings or assignments. It didn't feel like a government office—it felt more like the headquarters of a massive corporation, filled with urgency and precision.
Approaching the reception desk, Mewtwo was met with a professional but curious look from the receptionist, who immediately asked for his business and how she could assist him.
Her tone was respectful, yet efficient, she asked just the necessary.
When Mewtwo explained that he was there for his second internship under Lady Nagant, she nodded, picked up the phone, and made a quick call. After a brief conversation, she scribbled something onto a slip of paper and handed it over. Mewtwo accepted it with a subtle telekinetic gesture.
"This is the room you need to go to," she said with a polite smile. "Lady Nagant is already waiting for you. Have a good day, sir—and thank you for your service."
Without another word, Mewtwo floated toward the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
When the doors opened, he stepped out into a wide corridor. To one side was a large open-plan hall where staff worked diligently at rows of desks. On the other side stretched a hallway lined with doors, above which a sign read: Conference Rooms 1–6.
That was his destination.
Without hesitation, Mewtwo glided down the hallway, scanning the numbers on the doors until he stopped in front of Room 5.
It was time.
When he found the room, he knocked lightly on the door and waited. A familiar voice called out from inside.
"You can come in. I've been waiting," said Kaina.
Mewtwo stepped in, and there she was—Kaina Tsutsumi, known to the world as Lady Nagant. Her signature hair, a mix of violet and magenta, was tied back neatly, and she wore her custom hero suit, complete with the high-tech glasses that helped her with multiple tasks of analysis.
Her eyes, usually sharp and distant, still carried that cold edge—but there was a hint of warmth in them now, faint but unmistakable, as she looked at him. It wasn't much, but it was more than he was used to.
The room was empty except for her. No staff, no surveillance tech in sight—at least not any obvious ones. That was enough reason for Mewtwo to quietly establish a telepathic link. It was more comfortable this way, especially if their conversation needed to stay off the Bureau's radar.
"Look at you—an official hero with a license. Who would've thought?" Kaina's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with a rare trace of amusement.
It was the closest thing to a congratulations he could expect from her—and that was more than enough.
"Honestly? It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," Mewtwo replied. To his surprise, his comment drew a faint smile from her—just the smallest curl at the edge of her lips, barely there but genuine.
"Would've been strange if you had found it hard," she answered. "You were trained by me. There's no way you're at the average level for your age. But that's not why we're here. Let's talk about this internship. It's going to be... different from what it's supposed to be."
"Supposed to be?" Mewtwo raised an eyebrow as he floated over to one of the chairs. Rather than sitting, he hovered just above the seat, crossing his legs in midair. For some reason, he always felt more at ease when he wasn't touching the ground—flying just felt natural.
"Your last internship wasn't exactly normal," she continued. "Most of what you went through was meant for the second phase, not the first. You—and your friend—already saw what being a hero really means. Hell, you both went through more than most pros deal with in their early years."
She paused, her expression tightening slightly before continuing.
"And if I'm being honest, based on your current skill set, I'd say you're already operating at a pro level. That's a combination of several things—your Quirk developing absurdly fast, your real-world experience, your judgment, and overall performance. If I add it all up, you're there. But..."
She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms.
"There are still things you need to refine. Being powerful isn't the same as being complete."
"So we're focusing on what I'm lacking? Not the situation with the Bureau?" Mewtwo asked, tilting his head slightly as his tail flicked behind him. His eyes narrowed with curiosity—he was genuinely interested in what Kaina had to say.
"For now, yes," Lady Nagant replied, her tone firm but calm. "Forget the Bureau. If you want to move freely, you'll need their trust first. So let's shift our attention to something more immediate."
She folded her arms and took a step closer, her voice sharpening as she continued.
"Even when dealing with low-level villains, you tend to cause a lot of destruction. I'm not blaming you entirely—your Quirk is naturally destructive. That's something most powerful abilities share. But it's also the reason we need to be extremely careful about collateral damage."
She paused, looking directly into his eyes.
"Take your Shadow Ball attack, for instance. You rely on it a lot—but every time you miss, the blast hits a wall, a building, or something else. That might not seem like a big deal, but what if there's a civilian behind that wall? You need to start thinking two steps ahead, predicting not just your target's movement, but the consequences of every missed shot. That's part of being a pro—controlling not just your enemy, but yourself."
Mewtwo nodded slowly, taking in her words. "I get it. So... do we start now?"
Kaina gave a brief smirk. "Yes. And for this, we're doing it in the field."
She pulled several folders from her bag and tossed them toward him.
Mewtwo caught them mid-air with his telekinesis. The folders opened themselves as they floated in front of him, pages flipping and hovering just inches from his face. He scanned them quickly. Each one detailed a different criminal group operating within the city—some small, some more organized. All of them had a record of violent behavior toward civilians.
His brow furrowed as he flipped through the last file.
"Which one do you want me to take down?" he asked, already bracing himself.
Lady Nagant crossed her arms again, eyes narrowing with intent.
"All of them."