A bit later that morning, Class 1-B finally made their way toward the training grounds, only to freeze at the sight before them.
Class 1-A was already knee-deep in their own personal hell.
Students were screaming, sweating, and crawling through dust as explosions and blasts of water, fire, and ice went off around them. It looked less like a training camp and more like a battlefield.
"But once we join, there'll be forty in all," Kendo said, turning to her classmates. "Can just six people really handle training that many Quirks?"
"That's why they're here," Aizawa said, his monotone cutting through the morning air.
A dramatic gust of wind blew past the group as four voices shouted in unison.
"That's right! The four of us are one!"
Stepping onto the scene in a flurry of coordinated poses were the Wild, Wild Pussycats.
Ragdoll waved with a wide grin, her emerald hair bouncing. "Lock on with these sparkling gazes!"
Mandalay twirled next to her, giving a wink and a playful spin. "We've come to lend a paw and help!"
Pixie-Bob hopped forward with a heart-shaped gesture. "Stingingly cute and catlike!"
And finally, Tiger, massive, muscular, and very out of place in a frilly skirt, flexed his muscles. "And my job is assault through punching and kicking!"
"Wild, Wild… Pussycats!" all four shouted in unison, striking their final pose. "The full version!"
The students from both classes blinked in unison, unsure whether to clap or run.
Ragdoll stepped up first, her bright yellow eyes scanning over everyone. "My Quirk is Search! I can know all the info about up to a hundred people by just looking at them, and find their location too!"
"With Earthflow, I can shape the terrain for the perfect training course!" Pixie-Bob announced, pumping her fists.
Mandalay raised a finger. "And with Telepath, I can talk to you directly in your heads, and give advice to multiple people at once!"
"And my job," Tiger growled, his muscles practically tearing through the cat costume, "is to beat your bad habits out of you!"
He jabbed a finger toward Class 1-B. "All you power-up types, come to me! Tiger's Bootcamp begins now!"
Nearby, Midoriya was already locked in combat with exhaustion. His body trembled from the relentless drills, every muscle screaming as he struggled to keep up.
Before he could respond, Tiger appeared behind him like a silent predator. "Hit me."
Midoriya clenched his jaw and charged up to five percent, his green lightning crackling. He threw a punch, but Tiger easily sidestepped and slammed a fist into Midoriya's gut, sending him flying into a nearby tree.
"Weak!" Tiger barked. "You are still too lively, your muscles haven't torn yet."
"Now, where's Tsutsumi?" Aizawa asked, scanning the field.
"Let me check." Mandalay said using her Quirk to contact 1-A, and from them, she figured out where Tsutsumi was.
Previously, Ragdoll had attempted to use her Quirk and discovered all the details about Tsutsumi, but the moment she locked onto him, her mind crashed from the overwhelming amount of information that flooded her mind.
In the end, she fell unconscious for a couple of hours and was unable to read anything about him. So they all agree that she shouldn't use her Quirk on him to avoid harming herself.
All eyes turned toward the edge of the training ground, where Tsutsumi sat lazily beneath the shade, hands tucked behind his head and eyes closed like it was a Sunday picnic.
Aizawa sighed. "You're slacking off?" He muttered as he trudged over.
Before Tsutsumi could even open an eye, a deep voice bellowed from behind Aizawa.
"Oi oi! Get up! You really expect to be a hero with that kind of attitude, huh!?"
Tiger was already charging across the clearing like an avalanche in cat ears, his boot swinging toward Tsutsumi's head.
Attack Ride: Rabbit!
In an instant, Tsutsumi's human ears vanished, replaced by two tall, purple-furred rabbit ears. He sprang to his feet with blinding speed, dodging Tiger's kick by a hair, then spun on his heel and countered with his own.
The kick landed clean against Tiger's arms, the force sending the massive man flying several meters away, disappearing into the forest.
"Wow…" a 1-B student whispered, eyes wide.
Aizawa didn't even flinch. He just sighed again and turned back to Tsutsumi. "So. Why are you slacking off?"
"You should be asking Yaoyorozu why she's slacking off." Tsutsumi tilted his head toward a different corner of the field.
Everyone turned to see Yaoyorozu collapsed on the ground, her metal staff snapped in half beside her. Her hair was a mess, and her forehead looked like it had lost a war.
"Momo!?" Kendo yelped, rushing over. "What happened!?"
Yaoyorozu looked up, teary-eyed and trembling. "Itsuka… that devil beat me up! He-he always goes for the head!"
Tsutsumi crossed his arms, unfazed. "You didn't learn fast enough."
Everyone: "…"
"Not everyone can improve as fast as you!" Yaoyorozu snapped, her voice cracking. "You don't hold back at all! Not even to a girl!"
Tsutsumi raised an eyebrow. "Then why, after the fifth hit to the head, didn't you think to create a helmet?"
Her mouth opened… and closed again. She had no argument, which doesn't make her sound weak and pathetic.
He continued, his tone calm but his words cutting. "In a real fight, you don't always have time to plan. You will have to adapt and create your own advantage on the go."
He held up his camera and snapped a quick picture of her slumped on the ground. "Now get up, or I'll beat you up again."
"Y-You're not human..." she muttered under her breath, forcing herself to stand, body shaking.
"Alright, enough." Aizawa stepped between them, rubbing his temple. "Yaoyorozu, you're not suited for Tsutsumi's training method. Go catch your breath. Pixie-Bob will handle your next regimen."
Yaoyorozu hesitated, biting her lip. Part of her wanted to prove him wrong, but the throbbing pain in her head made the decision for her. With a defeated sigh, she followed Pixie-Bob toward another training area.
"Now then, I'll need your help to train the other members from Class 1-B too," Aizawa said flatly.
Tsutsumi: "Heh!?"
The words hit the 1-B group like a grenade. Murmurs exploded into full-blown protests, and even Vlad King, real name Kan Sekijiro, took a step forward, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Shota, are you nuts!?" Kan barked, glaring at his colleague.
He knew Tsutsumi was strong, but "strong" didn't begin to cover it. The reports and Aizawa's notes about Tsutsumi have painted a picture that made his stomach twist. He could keep up and match Pros like Miruko and Miyabi, and even get acknowledged by them.
Letting him fight a group of students is like begging for them to be beaten up.
Although he always said that 1-B isn't weaker than 1-A, that isn't counting Tsutsumi, and it's more of a way to motivate his class to do better.
Aizawa just shrugged. "It'll be a good learning experience for your class."
"That's not learning, that's hospitalization!" Kan snapped, unbothered to try and hide it anymore.
"You already know my students are talented," Aizawa continued, ignoring him. "How about letting him fight your entire class? A friendly match, so they can… get acquainted."
The 1-B students erupted instantly. Angry shouts and defiant glares filled the air, most of them directed straight at Tsutsumi, while Kan's face darkened.
Aizawa's lips twitched under his scarf. "My class has already suffered plenty under him," he said, voice calm but dripping with smugness. "How could 1-B ever hope to surpass 1-A without facing the same hardship?"
That one line flipped a switch. Flames of competitive fury burned in every 1-B student's eyes.
"Shota!!" Kan roared, realizing too late what Aizawa was doing.
But Aizawa didn't stop. "Didn't you say your class won't lose to mine? This'll be a twenty-versus-one. What is there to be afraid of? Or is 1-B afraid?"
Now it was too late. The field buzzed with adrenaline, and Tsutsumi blinked. Aizawa was using his own tricks against him. Still, he didn't mind. Maybe he could pick up a few interesting Quirks out of this.
Seeing the fire in his students' eyes, Kan finally relented. "Fine. But once this is over, you're all still doing the full camp training!"
"YES, SIR!!" they shouted in unison, ready to prove themselves.
Tsutsumi stepped forward. His calm, purple eyes swept across the line of 1-B students. "How about…"
He raised his hand, slowly gesturing across the line. "All of you come at me at once?"
The collective outrage was instant. Even Vlad King looked like he might blow a vein.
"Alright then," Aizawa said with a faint grin only Kan could see. "Begin."
The first to move were Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu and Shishida Jurota, the former turned his entire body into steel, while the latter turned into a massive beast with thick brown fur.
The two charged forward, ready to beat him up.
Tsutsumi exhaled quietly. "Henshin."
Kamen Ride: Zero-One! A jump to the sky turns to a Rider Kick!
In a flash, sharp neon-green armor plates shimmered onto his body like circuitry. A grasshopper crest crowned his helmet, his purple eyes turning crimson, narrowing in focus.
When he moved, the world seemed to glitch. Green trails of circuity marked his path as he vanished past the two frontliners.
Before anyone could blink, he reappeared before Kendo, standing still, one hand raised, beckoning.
"Come on," he said, crooking his finger.
Kendo grit her teeth and charged, her hand expanding into a massive fist. She swung with a roar, but Tsutsumi simply tilted aside, the wind of her strike brushing him.
"You have a good stance, and decent strike..." he murmured, stepping behind her, leaving only a fading green trail of circuity. "But you don't have much defense, and your speed drops once you increase your hand size."
"Don't you dare look down on us, you smug bastard!" someone shouted, right before a blade slashed through the air.
Without turning, Tsutsumi tilted his head, letting the blade pass inches from his hair. Kamakiri Togaru froze, eyes wide.
"Try not to yell mid-swing next time," Tsutsumi said coldly.
He spun, leg whipping around in a perfect arc. The kick slammed into Kamakiri's ribs with a sharp crack, sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll.
Vines erupted from the ground a second later, thick tendrils twisting toward him. Shiozaki clasped her hands in prayer. "Do not resist, sinner-"
Attack Ride: Petal Burst!
Tsutsumi's body spun, turning into a magenta spiral that flew out from the vine's grip, leaving magenta rose petals falling behind him. He moved past the vine quickly, reaching toward Shiozaki's location.
"I got you!" Tsuburaba Kosei stepped forward using his Quirk to create a solid air barrier in front of the vine-haired girl.
The magenta spiral suddenly split into two from two sides, passing the solid air barrier before forming back into one spiral. It turned back to Tsutsumi as he landed on the ground, his back facing the two of them.
Final Attack Ride: Ze-Ze-Ze-Zero-One!
He spun around, throwing a powerful kick into Shiozaki's head and sending her crashing into Tsuburaba.
The impact sent them both crashing forward into the solid air wall, shattering it, and they both fell unconscious.
Tsutsumi stood there looking around, seeing that 1-B had completely surrounded him.
He stood in the center of the circle, still relaxed.
This wasn't the first time he got circled and gang up on, and this probably won't be the last either.
"It's been a while since I used this one." He murmurs with a smirk, slipping another card into his belt.
Form Ride: Build! NinninComic Form!
Yellow and purple armor pieces slammed into his body from both sides, switching out from his slick Zero-One armor to his mismatched armor of yellow and purple, his long purple scarf waving lightly behind him.
Pulling out his 4komaninpoutou, he tapped a segment of the blade.
Smoke burst all around as a dozen identical Tsutsumis emerged, each wearing the same armor and holding the same weapon.
Kan's jaw dropped. "This isn't even fair anymore!"
He turned to Aizawa, who stood there, arms crossed and smirking behind his scarf. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Aizawa didn't even blink. "Maybe."
The field erupted into chaos. Dozens of Tsutsumis darted through the 1-B formation, moving like shadows, leaping, flipping, striking, each movement clean, deliberate, merciless.
The fight only lasted less than a minute, mostly because many of them tried to run from him.
By the time the dust settled, the clones faded, leaving the real Tsutsumi standing alone among a field of groaning, unconscious students.
He brushes dust from his shoulder. "Wanna go for round two?"