—Regarding the fundamental hero skills we'll be covering today... They are rescue drills,— Aizawa informed his students.
—Ugh, rescue... This is going to be tough.
—Well, that's what being a hero is all about, isn't it?
—Hmm, floods are my thing... Kero.
—Did this girl just say 'Kero'? What kind of onomatopoeia is 'Kero'? That's not how frogs croak,— Tetsumaru and Mei looked at Tsuyu's back with strangeness.
—As I was saying, it's up to each of you whether or not you wear your hero costumes. Oh, and it's quite far, so we'll be taking a bus. Get ready quickly,— the man ordered lazily.
Once outside, the Terumi siblings stared at the bus that would transport them. A flash of recognition shone in their eyes, but their expressions remained impassive.
—So, it's today then? The hand-idiot and the chicken that fights All Might— commented Terumi Mei. Her other half gave her a mental—or spiritual—nod through their bond.
—Probably no one died in that incident, so there's no need to go crazy. Just as we planned, we'll stand out for our adaptability and combat ability, but nothing crazy. If you can, don't use your Boil Release— Tetsumaru reminded her.
While they didn't remember the details, the League of Villains' first attack happened in the early chapters of the manga, so it wasn't difficult to connect the dots with the information they had and Aizawa's previous explanation.
Despite their external calm, a feeling of anticipation kept the hearts of both incarnations somewhat agitated. Fear of facing lunatics with superpowers, and a desire to unleash a little bit of their current capabilities.
They had some of the battle instincts of the Kage they incarnated, but they weren't them. They had lived an ordinary life when they were one, and despite the powers and villains in this world, they never had the chance to put themselves to the test.
Japan was a big country. Compared to others, it seems small, but one isn't capable of grasping the true extent of the world. Even in this small country full of villains and heroes, the shinobi duo never stumbled upon a combat situation in their 15 years of life.
And they wanted to fight. They wanted to hit their opponents; at least their bodies wanted to spill blood. They were not the Kage they incarnated, but they had their disposition to kill if necessary.
—No killing, Mei. We can't do that here— Tetsumaru warned as he felt the surge in his other half's bloodlust. Mei relaxed and decided to pick up a book and read for a bit to clear her mind.
To her side, Todoroki glanced at the book the reddish-brown-haired girl in the blue dress had pulled out. The boy would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by the beautiful girl next to him. He was still a teenager, after all.
But his eyes went wide as he read the cover, and he choked, coughing a little and leaning forward.
Mei glanced at him and chuckled. The book she was reading was called: First Time; A Guide to Safe and Pleasurable Sex.
She was interested in learning what was necessary for when she could take that last step that would make her a complete woman.
She had already decided that Tetsumaru would take on that responsibility, but neither was willing to rely solely on their masculine and feminine instincts and what they remembered from the pile of pornography they had watched.
Todoroki's face twitched for a moment but he said nothing, looking away to hide the blush on his cheeks.
For his part, Tetsumaru completely disconnected from the conversation that Izuku, Tsuyu, Kirishima, and the others were having around him. He was already planning how much of his control and power with the Iron Sand to show.
If possible, he wanted to give the image of the original Gaara: dependent on his sand, confident, and with mediocre physical capabilities.
You never know, in the future that mistaken idea about himself might save his ass.
Too bad neither Tetsumaru nor Mei knew about the plot surrounding Aoyama.
—Tetsumaru? Are you alright, man?— asked Kirishima, noticing the concentrated look on the black-haired boy. At least, more than normal in his opinion.
Iida, Mina, Izuku, and Tsuyu turned their attention to him. Tetsumaru only nodded at his classmates.
—Yes, I was just distracted,— he said.
—Well, your serious attitude will definitely attract popularity. A mysterious guy of few words, like Todoroki-san— commented Mina, and the half-and-half boy's shoulders trembled. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he felt Terumi Mei's green eyes on him.
—But you see, your sand is somewhat enigmatic. Will you ever tell us how it works?— Tsuyu asked directly.
—No,— was the boy's brief reply, which made some of his classmates uncomfortable. The jovial atmosphere soured a little after that.
Uraraka looked back, where Mei continued with her reading. She wanted to try her luck with the sister and lighten the mood a little.
—Mei? What about you, would you share something with us?—
—I refuse, but don't feel bad about it. It's simply not wise to go around shouting what you can do to everyone.
What if one day you're walking down the street talking about your abilities and weaknesses and, unknowingly, a villain passes by and hears you? They could use it against you one day, or sell that information. Then, when you're in a confrontation, your opponents will easily counter you.
Silence returned to the class, everyone reflecting on her words. Mei took the opportunity to strike while the iron was still hot.
—Take Midoriya. If he doesn't go around talking about his quirk, the villains would underestimate him and, just when they least expect it, Smash! They'd be defeated without difficulty.
Or you, Kirishima. If they don't know you can harden, some idiot will go to stab your stomach with a knife and enter your attack range. Do you understand what I mean?
Some nodded, having not taken this point into account.
Aizawa didn't comment, but his mind continued to evaluate the Terumi siblings. He could respect that thought, and it was indeed smart, but it didn't justify hiding their capabilities from everyone around them.
Were these siblings paranoid? Perhaps. Aizawa would continue evaluating them to determine that later.
Upon reaching their destination, everyone was excited by the incredible size of the facilities. Getting off in an orderly fashion, the students of class 1-A met a strange person, dressed in an astronaut suit or something similar.
—Good morning, students. Welcome to the Ultimate Space for Jams— said the apparent astronaut woman. That's what the Terumi siblings thought until Midoriya jumped up excitedly and spoke.
—She's Number 13!
—Wow, the heroine who specializes in helping during natural disasters!— Uraraka commented theatrically, explaining the new character for the audience and the shinobi.
—Don't they act a little too cartoony? It's not like we're in a fictional story and being read by a bunch of degenerates— Mei wondered, blushing and, for some reason, getting aroused by the idea of strangers watching her do dirty things with her other half.
—Stop it, Mei. Lest you develop some strange fetish— Tetsumaru warned, conveniently ignoring the fact that they often put on shows for their adoptive mother.
—Before we begin, there are a couple of things, or three, or four...— Thirteen began. —As you know, my Quirk is called "Black Hole" and it allows me to turn anything into dust.
—That's right, but it can also be dangerous for harming people. Not just my power. Each of you has the potential to hurt or kill others.
—Well, there's the reality check for these brats— Mei commented to her other half.
The shinobi duo, coming from another world and already being more or less adults in mentality, were able to see the reality of this strange, super-human-filled society.
That, and part of it came from the knowledge gained by reading or watching other works that dealt with similar themes.
—Alright, alright, first things first... !!!—
Tetsumaru and Mei were the first to notice the change in Aizawa's demeanor. Although they were nowhere near matching the shinobi they incarnated, they still had sharp instincts, sharper than the average person.
A sort of black smudge formed several tens of meters from their position, from which people with more than strange appearances began to emerge.