"Kacchan!" - Speech

'Izuku!' - Thoughts

"I AM HERE!" - All Might Speech

"Detroit Smash!" - Special Technique Usage

Beta'd By BigCC

Chapter 2: Flame of the Silver Tyrant

Three Days Later

Fire Training Room, Volatile Quirk Training Centre, Musutafu

"Hnng!" Izuku grunted as he held his cupped hand out in front of him, the ball of liquid-fire nestled against his palm shimmering and pulsing slightly as the young greenette tried to exert his control over and it and bend the strange flame-like substance to his will.

'So far I've only been able to throw balls of fire and release bursts and streams of it.' Izuku let out a short huff as he paused in his exercise, his lower lip working its way between his teeth as he tried to puzzle through how to exert more control over his Quirk. 'For some Flame Quirks, that's the limit of what they're capable of, but there are just as many that can mould and even partially solidify their flames in some shape or form. I…I don't think [Silver Tyrant] is limited to something that simple, the fact that it acts more like a liquid than actual fire should make it easier to mould than actual fire. I just have to focus; instead of trying to do both at once, maybe I should focus on it one step at a time. First shape the fire, then try and solidify it.'

He took a deep breath and then raised his hand and began to activate his Quirk again, causing a small surge of liquid silver flame to emerge from his palm. As he did, a stray thought echoed in his mind. 'Good thing this room is fireproof.'

The room Izuku was practising in was specially designed to handle intense heat and fire. Every surface or object in the room was made of heat-resistant and fire-resistant materials, there was extra venting and oxygen sensors to provide extra air into the room if the oxygen levels started fluctuating, and sprayers built into the walls would dispense chemicals to rapidly drop the temperature if the heat within ever approached a level dangerous to its occupants. Every population centre nowadays had a special Volatile Quirk Training Centre (VQTC) where children with particularly destructive and volatile Quirks could practice and learn to control their ability to prevent them from accidentality causing a catastrophe.

Granted, there were still Quirks out there that even these kind of specialized training areas couldn't help, the Rescue Hero Thirteen and their [Black Hole] Quirk were prime examples. Children with those kinds of Quirks were enrolled in a 'mentoring' program, allowing retired or temporarily off-duty Pro Heroes to help guide them in learning to control their Quirk.

If that also meant that many children with such Quirks would be inspired to follow a Heroic path of their own, well that was merely an unintended side-effect and a boon for society either way.

Shaking his head to clear it of the stray thoughts that teased and tormented him when he was trying to concentrate; Izuku refocused his mind and started to practice again. This time he'd try simply reshaping [Silver Tyrant]'s flames into a new form, rather than trying to create a solid object. Closing his eyes, Izuku tried to focus on something he could easily imagine. Instantly, his mind went to a scene from a giant mecha anime he and Kacchan had watched together recently, particularly the sword the hero's mecha had drawn in battle. It was so cool-looking, Izuku could see it as clear as day…

With a surge of focus, silver flames began to boil out of Izuku's extended palm. 'Super long…double-edged…spiky…fancy hilt…' Izuku began to trace every detail in his mind, feeling the liquid-fire shift and shimmer in response.

Several minutes of repetition later, Izuku risked cracking his eyes open and gasped in delighted surprise. Floating an inch away from his palm was an exact replica of the sword, albeit adjusted to his size and formed from his silver fire.

"Now that right there is impressive, Midoriya-kun." his supervisor, Ikazuchi Goemon, offered with a smile. The man had the Quirk [Thunderball], an emitter type that let him form and fire spheres of condensed electrical energy at various outputs. He had once been a Pro Hero (The Thunder Hero: Issen) but had been forced to retire when a villain had damaged his leg to the point it had to be amputated at the knee. Now he worked as a guidance counsellor at the VQTC, offering what help he could to youngsters trying to get a handle on their Quirks. "It takes a lot of focus to shape your Quirk like that, most kids your ages don't get farther than learning how to control their output by randomly blasting stuff with it until after the first year or so. Heck, it took me a couple of months just to learn I could control the size of my Thunderballs."

Izuku blushed deeply, preening ever so slightly at the praise. "I-I just focused sir. I think i-it's a bit easier for m-me since my Quirk a-acts more like a l-liquid than normal fire."

The former pro simply smiled and nodded. "That might be true, but its still darn impressive kid, especially with you only having it active for a few days now. Just remember not to push yourself too hard too fast; slow and steady wins the race. Practice and perfect everything you can with your Quirk, don't rush headlong through anything or else you might lose control. You've still got over a decade left before you can apply to a hero school after all." The boy had left no doubts about what he wanted to do in the future and Goemon was more than willing to encourage that idea.

Better firepower like that be on the side of the angels then out there raising hell.

"Yessir!" Izuku nodded.

Pushing himself up, onto his prosthetic leg, Goemon checked his watch. "Looks like its about time for your mother to get here. Go and start getting yourself cleaned up and get some liquids into you. Fire Quirks have a nasty side-effect of raising your internal temperature and causing the body to dehydrate faster; even for the lucky ones like you that are actually immune to their Quirk's effect."

Suddenly realizing how dry his throat felt, Izuku happily nodded his agreement and hurried off to do as he was told. He still couldn't completely hold back the excited energy bustling through his body, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a Quirk like his. He was going to be a great hero, just like All Might.

After wiping off the sweat that had accumulated along his face and arms using a towel the nice nurse lady had provided and nearly draining a juice bottle, Izuku went to meet his mother in the VQTC's lobby, where the Midoriya matriarch was thanking Ikazuchi for taking care of her boy today.

"Think nothing of it. You've got a good boy there, Midoriya-san." Ikazuchi laughed genially. "He's got a good head on his shoulders and knows how to work hard; just what you need if you want to master an Elemental Quirk. I've already sent a request to the Quirk Counselling Office to get someone with a fire Quirk closer to Izuku's own transferred here at least temporarily, but I'm afraid its going to some time. You're left with me until then, and I'll do what I can, but I'm afraid Izuku's Quirk is simply too different from mine to help that much."

"Thank you for your help and consideration." Inko offered the bemused ex-Pro a short bow, before taking her son's hand and leading him out, smiling gently as she listed to him babble cheerfully about what he'd accomplished with his Quirk today.

After she'd calmed down from the incident a few days ago, she'd been both relieved and overjoyed to see her son not only healthy and safe, but happy as well. He'd been worrying himself sick about his Quirk since Katsuki's birthday three months ago and it had only gotten worse after his own a month ago. While she'd have much preferred for it to have awakened under far less dangerous circumstances, it was still a relief to see it active and her boy so happy about it.

Only now, new worries were starting to take the place of her old ones.

Both Izuku and Katsuki wanted to be heroes, but Inko was worried. Being a Pro Hero was an extremely dangerous occupation, the Pro they'd just left being a prime example of that. No mother wanted to imagine their child being maimed, or worse, but she also didn't want to interfere with her baby chasing after his dreams.

Even more concerning were the small shifts she'd been seeing in Katsuki since he awoke his Quirk. Katsuki had always had a…high opinion of himself, though it was not entirely undeserved, and it had only been getting worse with all the praise everyone had been layering on him since his Quirk activated. She knew Mitsuki was practically pulling her hair out as she tried to pop his ego before it got too bad, and she was scared that once word got out about his Quirk, Izuku would be in for the same treatment.

Arrogance in a profession as dangerous as heroics could be extremely dangerous. Believing you were bulletproof only worked if you actually were.

Fortunately, a good way to help temper both boy's pride had come up a couple of days ago. It would be a treat for both the boys and, hopefully, a reminder of not to let their egos grow too far. Everything was set up for this weekend, which had been something of a minor miracle given the type of schedule their special guest had to keep to.

'I can't wait to see Izuku's face when he sees who our guest is.' she thought warmly, smiling down at her son, her pride and joy. Her marriage with Hiashi had its bumps like any marriage, and his work in America had only increased those strains, even as he worked hard to support them. Still, when he'd found out that his son had developed a flame Quirk, he'd over the moon with pride. He had promised to speak with his supervisors about transferring back to Japan, but his bosses were being stubborn and insistent that he remain in place as he was 'integral to the current team' or some such nonsense.

Even if he wasn't here right now, Hisashi had still given her Izuku, a boy any mother would be proud of. He was worth every second of labour, and every annoyance of pregnancy. She had never been able to understand mothers who would abuse or harm their own children; the thought of hurting her son was abhorrent to Inko.

Banishing the dark thoughts, she instead started to plan out dinner. A home-maker's job was never done, after all.

That Weekend

Midoriya Residence

Katsuki was frowning in a mix of annoyance and confusion as he looked around the apartment. It wasn't unusual for him or even his whole family to join Auntie Inko and Izuku for dinner, heck it was rare if it didn't happen at least once a week. The Old Hag said it was to make sure Auntie didn't get lonely with Hizashi out working abroad, but Katsuki suspected that it was just an excuse so his mother could get out of cooking herself.

Auntie Inko was a far better cook anyway, so Katsuki wasn't going to complain.

However, the way the adults had been acting all day had been grating on his nerves something fierce. His mother had been giving off an 'I-know-something-you-don't know' vibe for the past couple days, and it had only got worse as they headed over to the Midoriyas. Katsuki knew that there was some ulterior motive to this dinner outside of scoring a free meal.

Yes, he knew what an ulterior motive was, screw off and explode.

Izuku hadn't noticed it yet, of course. Katsuki had to resist rolling his eyes at his friend's naïve trust. Izuku might not be an idiot, but he was stupidly trusting, particularly when it came to adults. Granted, part of that was likely because Auntie Inko was one of the most genuinely nice people Katsuki had ever seen, and she'd skewered his perceptions more than a bit.

The fact that she was involved in this as well likely meant that whatever the adults were planning was truly something that adults thought they were going to enjoy or simply needed.

That realization did absolutely nothing to assuage the aggressive boy's fading patience.

"Oy, Old Hag, what the heck has got you acting like you and the old man just won a two-person onsen weekend?" he asked bluntly. For Katsuki, that was actually pretty polite.

"Watch your goddamned mouth, Brat." Mitsuki snapped back. Since she hadn't used any four-letter expletives, Bakugō Mitsuki also seemed to be acting on her best behaviour as well. "Sit your rear end down and just wait. Trust me, something good's going to happen tonight."

Katsuki was now officially intrigued. His mother would threaten a dire fate on him if he ever stepped out of line, or trick him into eating the foods he hated, but she never outright lied to him.

Sitting back and letting a thoughtful frown replace his burgeoning scowl, he almost missed the way Auntie Inko kept glancing at the clock, which was almost at three. So, it was something at three, probably a guest. What, was Deku's waste-of-space dad finally going to show up or something?

Two minutes later, Katsuki had his answer.

"Ahahahahahaha!" a familiar heroic voice boomed from the door of the Midoriya apartment. as soon as the clock struck three. Izuku and Katsuki boggled at one another. There was, likely very literally, no one on Earth who didn't recognise that bombastic, confident, and loud laugh.

"No freaking way!" Katsuki whispered as Auntie Inko went to open the door. Izuku was silent and wide-eyed in awe.

Seconds later, Inko returned to the room standing aside to let their guest into the room.

"I AM HERE...coming through the door like a hero!" All Might announced as he strode in, his iconic Heroic Smile (TM) firmly in place.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-All M-M-m-m-might?!" Izuku stuttered in shock and excitement.

"Indeed! It is good to see that you recovered well from that nasty incident a few weeks back, Young Midoriya!" the Number 1 Pro hero boomed. "It is also good to see you as well, Young Bakugō!"

"Yo." Katsuki said, trying to play it cool...which would have been easier if he hadn't squeaked like he'd had a lungful of helium. Dammit.

"Do you want a cup of tea or something, All Might?" Inko offered genteelly.

"I certainly wouldn't think of refusing, Midoriya-san!" the Hero assured her. Once he was seated and had a cup in hand (it looked ridiculously dainty in his massive hands), the man took a sip and got down to business.

"Delicious. Now, I have come here to inform you, Young Midoriya, of a weakness that your Quirk possesses." All Might said gravely. "My good friend Doctor Matsushita seems to have forgotten to mention it before he departed, so I have taken it upon myself to pass the information on in his stead."

"A weakness? You mean like how it goes out of control if I get really angry or sad?" Izuku asked, barely managing to suppress his Inner Fanboy enough to let his Quirk Otaku side take over

"In a manner of speaking, young man." the Pro said with a nod. "You see, my good friend Matsushita has a rather useful Quirk known as [Insight]. Using it, he can gain knowledge of a limitation or weakness of any given Quirk so long as he can see the holder of it with his own two eyes. It only works on any given Quirk once a year, but it is, you'll agree, a fairly useful one for Pro Heroes...or even aspiring Pro Heroes."

Nodding eagerly, Izuku waited for his idol to speak more.

"Your Quirk is especially powerful against other forms of fire and is even resistant to fire's normal weakness, water; but it apparently has one large elemental weakness...ice." All Might stated seriously. "Apparently, your Fire Quirk can be frozen by even a moderately powerful Ice Quirk, rending them incapable of actually burning anything, though I've been led to believe that you will at least retain control of it in this state."

"A fire you can freeze?" Katsuki blinked. That sounded utterly ridiculous on the face of it, but this was All Might. The Number One Hero had no reason to lie about this kind of thing, so it had to be true. Actually, his own Quirk was kind of similar, [Explosion] altered the make-up of his sweat to something similar to nitroglycerin and thus if he couldn't sweat normally or if his sweat was frozen, his Quirk would be extremely limited.

"Indeed, Young Bakugō." All Might nodded at him. "Matsushita explained it to me, but a lot of the science and whatnot goes a bit over my head. It has something to do with the dual-state mixture of fire and water that is present in the fire produced by Young Midoriya. Something in the interaction makes the flames a perfect counter to most types of fire, including those made by Fire Quirks, but the trade-off seems to make water's ability to change from a liquid to a solid far, far more pronounced."

"Oh dear..." Inko said with a concerned look. "Wouldn't that mean temperature Quirks would work as well, if someone could lower it enough?"

"Indeed, but on a far lesser scale. Temperature Quirks generally have a very limited area of effect, which means that the amount of fire your son can produce can counter most of them." The Pro assured her. "Attempting to freeze Young Midoriya's flames with your average temperature Quirk would be like using an electric fan to cool the Sahara Desert, for comparisons sake."

"Well at least the kid doesn't have some weak-sauce weakness that everyone and his grandma could use." Mitsuki commented with a shrug. "Last I checked, Ice Quirks were a lot less common than Fire Quirks. The kid's just gotta avoid snowy mountains and keep an eye on the weather forecast in the winter and he'll still turn out to be a kick-ass hero."

All Might sweatdropped at the somewhat crass way of speaking, and even more at the total non-reaction that it received from those present. Evidently this was Bakugō Mitsuki's normal way of talking.

"Ahem. Yes, well, that was the main reason I came here." he said before taking another gulp of his tea (really, it was rather good) and turning back to the boys. "I have been told that you both aspire to one day attend my old alma mater, U.A. High. Is that right?"

"Y-Yes! I wanna be a hero like you, All Might!" Izuku declared.

"And I'm gonna be even better." Agreed Katsuki confidently. Even in the face of his idol, Katsuki was a boy of strong ambition.

"Glad to hear it." agreed the blonde behemoth with a booming laugh. "I'm sure you'll both grow into excellent heroes one day. Please, allow this old pro to offer the next generation some advice: Do not let the words of others influence who you are as you continue to grow and train with your Quirks."

"Huh?" Katsuki sounded confused.

All Might sighed, rotating the teacup gently cradled in his massive hands. "It is a sad truth about life that there will always be those who will grow jealous of others good fortune." he explained. "I know that both of you were lucky enough to be born with powerful Quirks, but many are not so blessed. Those born with Quirks that are not as naturally powerful and who lack the physical and/or mental fortitude to train their own Quirk, will instead grow jealous and try to lash out at you both. Some will use any excuse to try and tear you down, to make you feel small so that they do not feel weak in comparison. Others will instead try and latch onto you as you grow, trying to rely on your gifts as if they were their own. They will fill your heads with praise and bloat your ego, just so that they can use your own strength to make themselves feel stronger.

"You must learn not to let either affect you. Take words of praise and accolades only when you feel they are justly earned. Accept failure when it happens and learn to grow from it. Take criticism from those you trust and those with knowledge to help guide you, but do not let it break you. Do these things, train with all you can, and keep a heroic ideal in your hear and one day I'll be honoured to fight alongside the two of you."

Inko and Mitsuki kept a careful eye on both their boys as they took in and tried to digest the Pro's words of caution and both could barely hold down their smiles. When the Number One Hero had called to arrange a meeting to hand over the information about Izuku's Quirk, he'd been more than happy to help with 'Operation Ego Popper' as Mitsuki called it. Getting Katsuki to listen about ignoring praise was always going to be an uphill battle, but with All Might involved? That hill just got a whole lot smaller. Izuku was the opposite, he'd easily listen to his mother about the dangers of false praise (he was a humble boy) but the boy could be one of his own worst critics at times. Getting All Might to talk to him about ignoring those who'd try and knock him down however, should help shore him up against that particular threat.

Both boys had confidence problems, if only on opposite sides of the spectrum, and both were solved with a single speech.

Never underestimate what the scheming of determined mothers could accomplish.

After a few more minutes, during which both mothers took pictures of their sons sitting on either side of the Number One Hero and All Might signed Izuku's notebook, the Hero had to bid the two families farewell. He had more meetings to get to amidst all of his crime-fighting.

"All Might...thank you so much for agreeing to my selfish request." Inko said as she escorted the Hero out of the house.

"Hahaha! It is a hero's job to encourage the next generation to be better heroes!" the man laughed boisterously. "Especially when they have such powerful Quirks! It may sound trite, clichéd or even simply cheesy, but with great power comes great responsibility! It is something that I think more than a few heroes nowadays could stand to remember!"

"Like Endeavour." the Midoriya Matriarch sighed. "I saw the news the other day...over two million yen in property damage from one fight."

"Indeed. You need not fear that your son will follow Endeavour in his...rash behaviour." All Might said diplomatically, stifling the urge to expound upon the number of issues he had with the Flame Hero's personal failings as a hero. "Young Midoriya strikes me to be an even tempered and cautious individual! He will undoubtedly exercise great caution with his abilities!"

"Thank you." Inko sniffed. "Be safe in your heroics, All Might."

"Wahahaha! Have no fear! Justice shall prevail!" All Might flexed slightly before leaving down the stairs and then leaping away heroically. No point damaging property needlessly, after all!

After the very shocking meeting with All Might, both Izuku and Katsuki were left to their own devices in the room of the former while the two mothers worked on cooking dinner, with Bakugō Masaru coming over later to join in. Izuku generated a small ball of silvery liquid-fire in his hand and looked at it, now aware that his Quirk had a serious weakness to it aside from being affected by his moods

Honestly, a Quirk being affected by its owner's emotions was hardly a rare thing; most Quirks tended to be at least partially linked to their owner's mental or emotional state. Izuku's was simply a more dangerous extension of that. He'd simply need to learn to control and reign in his emotions as best he could. The one time that a nurse at Doctor Matsushita's research centre had startled him, he'd been instantly surrounded by a corona of silver flames, almost burning the poor woman. Had she not had a minor Mutation-based Quirk called [Cat's Eye] that increased her reflexes to that of a cat's own, he could have easily given the poor woman several severe burns.

'A specific elemental weakness is different though, it changes a lot about how I'll have to handle things.' the greenette thought morosely. 'My Quirk will be next to useless to winter if a stray snowflake can cause it to freeze up, and there are plenty of people with Ice Quirks. The ones who become villains will likely have stronger Quirks, so if I do meet an Ice Quirk using villain, I'll lose in an instant and-!'

"Dammit Izuku, will you stop with the mumbling already!" Katsuki bopped his friend over the head. Izuku was his best friend, and he'd gotten used to most of his habits, but that crazed muttering thing got real creepy, real fast if he let it build up any steam.

Not to mention it was damn irritating.

"S-Sorry Kacchan..." Izuku offered apologetically. "It's just...a lot to take in."

"You aren't the only one who has a weakness to the cold, dumbass!" the blond boy snapped back, easily reading his friend's thoughts. The idiot had the ego of a soggy sugar cube sometimes. "My [Explosion] works like crap in the cold and wet too, you know!"

"But it isn't totally useless like mine in the cold." the Fire Quirk User countered. "I mean, I can maybe still float the frozen fire, but..."

"That's why you have that tutor of yours at the VQTC, idiot." Katsuki snorted. "Get him to call in an Ice Quirk User to help so you can practice what you can do if someone flash-freezes your flames. Who knows, maybe your frozen fire can still blow shit up, or you can manipulate and throw it around like a telekinetic to bash a bad guy's head in. We're still only four, you dumbass! We don't start U.A. until we're fifteen. That's more than enough time for a Quirk nerd like you and a genius like me to figure out ways to turn our weaknesses into something we can use. Now man up and start acting like my future sidekick already dammit! Lord Explosion Murder and the Silver Tyrant are going to kick ass, and no dinky ice is going to stop us!

"Kacchan..." Izuku said with wide teary eyes, making the other boy scowl and look away.

"Yeah, yeah." Katsuki grumbled. He hated it when his friend got all mushy like this.

"Boys! Dinner's ready!" Inko called from the kitchen.

Extinguishing his fireball, Izuku leapt up and ran from the room. He loved it when his and Kacchan's mother worked together to cook dinner; it was always nice, although he was glad that his portions mostly lacked the 'explosive heat' that Kacchan liked. A little went a long way regarding spices in the young Midoriya's opinion.

"Hey! Wait up!" Katsuki yelped as he scrambled after his friend. "No fair running, Izuku!"

The Next Week

Fire Training Room, Volatile Quirk Training Centre

"Weak to ice, you say?" Goemon raised an eyebrow. The former hero looked down at Izuku, one finger thoughtfully tapping the metal leg that replaced the missing limb.

"Y-Yessir. That's what All Might said Doctor Matsushita's Quirk told him." the young boy said with a jerky nod.

"Matsushita, huh? Heard of him, the man's supposed to be the best when it comes to analysing Quirks for weaknesses, if anyone could tell it would be him." the one-legged man mused. "Fortunately, we do have an Ice Quirk user available; she's the Frost Heroine: Cold Front. She's on temporary leave from ah…having a baby, so she's on light duties and is volunteering here until she's ready to head back to the streets. Wait here for a moment and I'll see if she's free to help us out."

No more than two minutes later, Goemon was back, with a woman in an ice-blue suit, decorated with white snowflakes. She wore a domino-mask that seemed more for fashion than for concealing her identity. Her hair was pure white, with a single lock of ice blue falling loose over her face. Her dark-blue eyes glinted with humour and experience.

"So you're the kid who has a fire that's weak to ice, hmm?" She asked with a gentle smile.

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Izuku squeaked.

"Just Cold Front is fine, dear; I may be a mother now, but I'm still only twenty-three." she said, jokingly chiding. "Now, create a small ball of fire and float it over to the other side of the room if you can."

"OK." the boy nodded and did as instructed.

"Fascinating...it almost looks like a Quirk I saw that allowed its owner to turn his limbs into molten metal, but I've never seen a flame that moves and acts like a liquid before." Cold Front mused thoughtfully as she studied the orb of rippling liquid fire respectfully for a moment. "Okay, I'll start with a low-powered blast just to see how it reacts."

Raising a single finger, the heroine shot a beam of pure cryogenic energy at the flame, deliberately holding back and aiming to barely clip the fireball. Still, the slight touch seemed to be all that was that was needed to turn the liquid fire into a block of flame-shaped ice. Surprisingly, the frozen flame didn't fall like she'd been half-expecting, merely bobbing in the air slightly.

"Owie." Izuku winched. The fire felt…different now. It was heavier, harder to keep afloat and felt…slippery, like he could barely keep ahold of it. Strangely, he didn't feel the slight draining sensation that kept the flames burning anymore, it was just there. The unfamiliar strain of keeping it afloat was a bit painful though, like using an entirely different muscle, and it was giving him a small headache.

"How does that feel, Midoriya-kun?" Cold Front asked curiously.

"It's...weird." he answered, trying to put what he was feeling into words. "I'm not maintaining it anymore, but it's still there. It's a lot harder to keep it floating too, but it feels so different."

"So you're straining, but not much." she summed up. "Well, that's likely due to the fact your Quirk normally deals with something acting as a liquid/energy state, but now its being forced to deal with something in a liquid/solid state. One part of the flame's properties has drastically changed, so it isn't much of a surprise you're feeling a bit of strain."

"I guess..." Izuku frowned. "This is going to take a lot of training to get used to, isn't it?"

Although phrased as a question, it was more of a statement than anything else.

"Smart kid." Cold Front nodded with a smile. "Yup. Any Quirk with an aspect which is either pinpoint or rarely used is like a muscle; you need to exercise it in order to strengthen it. Sometimes you even find something that can be useful for the rest of your quirk that way. Ready to go on?"

Nodded firmly, determination lit up the boy's face. "You bet I am!"

"Heh...I think that this is going to be a fun recovery period for me." the Frost Heroine said with a smirk. "OK, Midoriya-kun...let's get started."

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