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Okay now to the serious stuff. In chapter one I got a comment saying me using AI, and he was right, English is not my first language and I at least want my fanfic to be readable. So then I decide to write a chapter without AI assistance. So this chapter might feel a bit different.
Let me know how you like the chapter. I will sure try to improve upon it.
Happy reading
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Third Person POV
The next day, at 5:00 in the morning, Kazuko made her way towards the dorms.
"I have to wake him up now; otherwise, he might be late," Kazuko mumbled as she opened the door to find Akaza.
But to her surprise, he was not in his bed. She panicked and started to look around the house.
After a couple of minutes, she spotted him doing push-ups in the garden.
"Sigh, of course, he has already started training," Kazuko said with a gentle smile.
While Kazuko was observing, Akaza was doing push-ups with a crazed smile.
I knew that fucker was strong. Can't wait to fight him again.
The thought of fighting that man again sent chills down his spine. Not because he was scared, but because he was excited to face that monster again.
"Akaza, that's enough. Go get ready; we have to leave soon."
"Where are we going?"
Kazuko smiled and replied, "Well, you see, Usagiyama-san agreed to teach you yesterday after you passed out. He told me that if you do not reach his dojo before 6 a.m., he will kick you out."
"No way he agreed," Akaza said, shocked.
"Well, he was not expecting you to beat him. Maybe your crazy smile convinced him."
Akaza laughed at her jab.
"Now, get ready; we have to leave soon."
With that said, Akaza quickly did his morning routine, ate his breakfast, and left with Kazuko.
After 30 minutes, they reached a decent-sized house with a dojo attached to it.
KNOCK-KNOCK
Within seconds, Usagiyama opened the door. Looking at Akaza in front of him, then checked his watch.
"Sigh, just 5 minutes more, and I could have kicked you out."
"I am not leaving your dojo, not until I beat you," Akaza replied with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah, classic protagonist stuff. Now come on in and let's get started."
Once Usagiyama was gone, Kazuko turned towards Akaza.
"Good luck with your practice, Akaza. You know my number, right? When you are finished with your training, ask Usagiyama-san to give me a call. Don't come back alone; it can be dangerous out there. Do you understand?" Kazuko asked Akaza seriously.
'Always worrying about me,' Akaza thought with a smile on his face.
"Got it, Kazuko-san."
"Okay then, take care." With a final pat on his head, she left for the orphanage.
With her gone, Akaza stepped into the dojo.
"Done with your goodbyes?" asked Usagiyama.
"Yes, sensei."
Hearing this, Usagiyama's face darkened.
"Oi, brat, my full name is Kenji Usagiyama. Call me by my first name. Hearing people calling me Usagiyama-san and sensei makes me feel old," Kenji explained with an annoyed tone.
"But you are old," Akaza replied cheekily.
"Sigh, I forgot how draining it is to deal with kids," mumbled Kenji.
"Forget that. First, explain to me everything about your quirk."
"My quirk is the mutation of two different quirks. So I have two abilities. The first is Shockwave. As the name suggests, it allows me to create and manipulate shockwaves. As for my second ability, Technique-Development, it's kind of complex; it allows me to analyze things and, in a way, allows me to recreate different martial arts, which syncs with my shockwave quirk to create different effects. Further, due to my unique quirk, my body evolves every time I refine my quirk further, just so my quirk does not damage my body due to its raw power."
The explanation left Kenji shocked.
"So you are telling me your body can keep on growing stronger, your Technique-Development can help you recreate your other quirk, along with giving you the ability to analyze other people—which helps you gauge their strength—and to top it all, you have another quirk that allows you to generate and manipulate shockwaves?"
"Yeah, that should be it," Akaza replied with a cocky smile.
"This world is so unfair," Kenji grumbled out loud.
"Alright, kid, let's get started with your training." With that, Kenji led Akaza to a dark room.
CLICK
The lights turned on and revealed a massive indoor gym. It had everything: treadmill, dumbbells, barbells, kettlebells, bench press, lat pulldown machine, resistance bands, stationary bike, cable machine, leg press machine—you name it, you could find it here.
"You went all out on this gym, didn't you?" asked Akaza.
"One of the few things I am passionate about," said Kenji proudly.
"Let's decide your schedule first. First, take your shirt off."
And Akaza did, but not without throwing a jab at Kenji.
"Wow. Did not know you had a thing for young boys."
"Don't joke about things like that, idiot. I might get into trouble," frantically replied Kenji.
Akaza just laughed it off.
After thoroughly inspecting Akaza's body, Kenji explained,
"Your body is stronger than it should be, which should be because of your unique condition. And from the way you carry yourself, you somehow know how to fight, again, which I think is because of that Technique-Development quirk. So, for now, you will be focusing on developing your overall strength and fighting me once a day. You can practice your quirk, but you will not use your quirk in combat until you have enough stamina to use it for a prolonged duration of time and control it properly. Is that understood?"
Kenji explained seriously.
'He was able to tell I knew how to fight just by looking at me. He is the real deal.' Akaza thought internally.
"Sounds good, old man."
"You are going to keep calling me old man, right?" Kenji asked with a sigh.
"Of course. Have you not heard? Kids never lie."
"Sure, sure. Now, before starting the workout, we're going to spar a little. And remember, don't use your quirk."
With that said, both of them went to a different room. This room was more open-spaced, clearly designed for sparring.
"Okay, come at me, kid. Show me what you got."
Akaza did not need to be told twice and rushed toward Kenji.
He launched a punch straight at Kenji's face, which Kenji sidestepped easily, causing Akaza to stumble and almost fall.
'It will take a while to get used to my young body.' Akaza thought.
After regaining his balance, he spun around and aimed a kick at Kenji's knee, which he dodged again—or so he thought. The moment the kick missed, Akaza brought his leg down, bent, and spun again, and this time his kick connected with Kenji's ankle.
But that's all. Yes, Akaza managed to connect a hit, but his 4-year-old body could not do any real damage.
"Would you look at that. You know how to bait and exploit gaps in someone's defense."
Hearing this, Akaza sighed.
'Of course, he did that on purpose to test me. No way it would be this easy to land a hit on him.'
"Now that I know where you stand, let's get started with your workout," Kenji said with a suspicious smile.
'What is he up to?' Akaza thought in his mind.
Reaching the training room, Kenji pointed at the treadmill.
"Hop on, kid. You will be running until I tell you to stop, you understand?"
'No wonder he was smiling like that, sadistic old man.' Akaza grumbled in his mind.
"Alright, let's do it."
And with that, the torture began.
Half an hour later, Akaza was on his last breath. But he did not stop; he kept on going.
"Stop, that's enough."
And Akaza stopped, collapsing on the floor, sucking in every single molecule of oxygen he could.
"Good job, kid. You lasted longer than I expected. Rest for 5 minutes, then move to the next workout."
Hearing this, Akaza silently prayed for himself.
This went on for another 3 hours. By the time it ended, Akaza could barely move and lay on the floor like a dead person.
"Good job too, kid. Now let me call Kazuko-san so she coul—"
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
Suddenly, a girl with bunny ears kicked Kenji in the face.
'Damn, that felt good. Guess she is his dau—' Akaza froze as realization struck him.
'Kenji Usagiyama was his name. No wonder it sounded so familiar. That was Rumi's last name. But shouldn't she be way older than me?'
While Akaza's brain was working in overdrive, Kenji recovered from the sneak attack and held Rumi in his arms.
"We talked about this before, Rumi. Can you not greet your dad more politely?"
To which she just laughed.
"But where is the fun in that?" When she finished talking, she looked at the boy lying down on the floor.
"Huh? Who are you?"
"He is my new student, Rumi. Why not introduce yourself?" With that said, he put her down.
Rumi jumped to Akaza and looked him in the eyes.
"WOW! Your eyes are so cool! My dad said you are his new student. He never took any students after Mom got her promotion, so you should be strong, right? Right?"
Seeing her acting like a bunny on sugar, he laughed a bit.
"Yes, you are right. I am quite strong," Akaza replied.
Then, while still lying down, he raised his hand toward Rumi.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Akaza."
Seeing this, Rumi got even more excited and quickly grabbed his hand and declared,
"NICE TO MEET YOU TOO! My name is Rumi Usagiyama."
'Life is full of surprises, isn't it?' Akaza thought, letting his body relax, thinking about what more this world had to offer.
And with that, his training officially began.
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Remember to let me know if there were and grammatical error or if something that could be improved. If you all liked the way I wrote the chapter, I will stop using AI to correct my work.
And the next chapter will have time skip.
And as always, PUT THE STONE IN BAG, PLEASE I NEED IT.
Ahem, Peace out.