Chapter 13: Final Exams (1)
A/N: I'm back!!!
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"What?" I asked in pure disbelief.
"You heard right, you blew up the internet," Nezu told me again as he sipped his tea. "Your shootout with the Nomus and subsequent stand-off with Endeavor made it viral."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "Whatever will I do?"
"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you, Six," The Chimera spoke up then he brought out a tablet. "On to why you are here, yes they sent you the credentials. Your license for Hero Work is here and now they need a location for your office and a name."
"That's good, It's been a week since the Hosu attack. I was wondering why it took so long." I said as I contemplated a name for my hero company. I needed something that would scream here I am.
"They sent an apology for the delay, they had several executives feel threatened by your quick and final way to solve problems," Nezu stated as he handed the tablet over to me.
"I don't see why though," I said as I began to scroll through a list of available offices. "Stain was alive and well enough for them."
"While he was alive, he may not be able to walk again." Nezu sighed as I just shrugged my shoulders.
"He still had all his limbs," I spoke up, defending myself.
"It was the fact that you shot him in all his limbs that is the problem." Nezu scolded me.
"Eh, beggars can't be choosers," I spoke up before pulling a bottle of rum out of my [Pip-boy] and popping the cork. "I did what they asked and they really can't complain."
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Nezu just looked at me with contempt before sighing.
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The Mojave Express. One of many courier groups that have emerged with the NCR's eastward expansion to tackle the task of carrying letters and other packages across enormous distances. This was what I chose as my Hero Office's name. Both as a sign of the future and a beacon for the past. For enemies and friends of the future and past. I just hope that any of my family are out there and less of our enemies.
Nezu commented about the unusual name I chose, saying that it was archaic for these times. I just laughed and told him that it was a sign for both enemies and allies. When he asked for what, I just told him to look at how I dealt with the Nomus. He had an appalled look on his face but I just shrugged my shoulders. His problem, not mine.
This world could deal with fewer villains. Sometimes the threat of death rather than imprisonment does better.
But that was beside the point.
Everything was supposed to be smooth sailing from here on out, but reality had other plans for me. Some things weren't meant to be.
The grand opening of the office was less than well received. A crowd of those who shunned my stance on how to fight villains showed up and petitioned for me to close down my office. There were a few heroes in the mix as well.
I sighed, knowing that Endeavor had a hand in this as I spotted a few of his newest sidekicks in disguises among the protesters. I was tempted to throw some tear gas down from the roof to get rid of them. But I stopped myself when I noticed Aizawa sneaking in from the back. I rather stay on his and the staff of UA's good side. Mainly because they'd be a pain to fight.
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"What's the problem?" I asked him when we met. "I thought that UA would let me get set up before I started classes back up?"
"That was the plan," Aizawa gruffed, "But with the up-and-coming final exams for the first term and the training camp, changes have been made."
"Good or bad?" I asked feeling slight annoyance.
"Have you heard of I-island?"
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At the mention of I-island, my blood ran cold. I stiffened up and my hands began to tremble. My vision blurred and the ground swayed beneath my feet. My guts felt as if they were raising my throat.
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"Six!?" Aizawa shouted as I started to teeter.
"I'm alright..." I spoke in a low tone as I gripped the corner of a cubicle.
"No, you're not," Aizawa said as he grabbed my free arm. "What's wrong?" He demanded.
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I couldn't look at him, even if I had my helmet on. The urge to vomit was too great.
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"I know that look," He said as he forced me to walk and sit down in a seat. "That reaction as well... How did it happen?"
"What... do you mean?" I breathed out as I tried to calm my raging stomach.
"How did you die?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"Painfully," I said sarcastically.
"You know what I mean." He scolded me while giving me a light slap to the back of the head.
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I sighed and began to debate with myself whether or not to tell him the truth, something that they didn't know yet. I've kept the fact about how I died to myself. I don't know why I've kept it to myself, but I felt like if I told somebody, I would lose a part of myself.
But if I remember anything the Followers taught me about trauma, it's best to talk it out. It helps with it 50% of the time.
Or was it 45% of the time?
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"It's hard to tell you," I took a deep breath and sighed. "But, I suppose it's time to talk to someone about it."
"Take your time," Aizawa said as he rubbed my back.
"They came in on man-made Islands they called 'Utopias'. It was a war unlike any that I saw fought." I started with tears in my eyes. "It started on the coast and worked its way inland. They were fast. In a matter of days, the coast had fallen. They used advanced drones, gas, and nukes. Anything they could use, they did without a care about the consequences." I explained.
"I see," Aizawa spoke softly.
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After that, the damn I had built up broke. It all came spilling out in a torrent of words and emotions. The more I talked, the more came out of me. It was like an unrelenting tidal wave.
After what felt like hours of opening up, I felt better. Not at peace, but better than I was. A weight was lifted off of my shoulders that was for sure.
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Classes resumed and I started to teach again. I had the unpleasant job of dealing with a bunch of teens that thought they were slick and slacked off. They were reminded of who I was and what I did for a living. Time went by slowly as the teens were getting back into the swing of things.
Right now, however, I was stuck watching the kids during their break since Aizawa was called into Nezu's office for something.
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Denki: "Crap! I haven't studied!"
Mina: "I haven't either!"
"I don't care if you haven't studied, sit down and don't make me mad," I spoke up and uncorked a bottle of whiskey.
Izuku: "It's okay guys, you can do it!" Midoriya remarked, then Mineta made a smug comment which I ignored.
Tenya: "I propose that we hold a study group!"
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While they agreed with the idea, I had a surprise conversation with Momo Yaoyorozu. The up and rising heroine 'Creati'.
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"Excuse me, Six-sensei?" Momo asked hesitantly.
"Six is fine," I said as I met her uncertain eyes. "What is it?"
"I was wondering if you could teach me about firearms," She asked, her tone slightly scared.
"Why?" I asked her, but she just nervously shifted in place. "Follow me," I sighed and walked out of the room.
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Once we were outside the classroom, I turned on my heel as Momo followed. We walked for a bit before the two of us came to Hound Dog's conference room. Hound Dog wasn't in as he was also called to Nezu's office, but I knew he wouldn't mind if we used his room for this talk.
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"Okay, spill," I ordered her as I closed the door behind us and removed my helmet. My eyes stared straight at hers.
"I... I," Momo stuttered before sighing. "My family's been against me becoming a Hero." She admitted. "Since I'm the heiress to my family's fortune, they've been wanting to pair me up with someone of equal stature."
"I know that from your file, but what does that have to do with me?" I asked her.
"My parents are overprotective in nature," She sighed again, "So when they heard that a Hero was willing to use lethal force to uphold the law, they wanted me to get you to teach me how to use firearms."
"So, they want me to teach you how to take a person's life?" I asked her to which she nodded. "That's not something one can just teach."
"I know," She spoke. "But, it was either that or quit trying to become a Hero. And I want to become a hero, it was always been my dream."
"Still, to take another's life, it's not an easy thing to do," I lamented the death of my innocence.
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I could remember killing my first gecko and the fact I had to put a settler out of their misery after they ignored the warnings. Sunny wasn't there and they were begging me to do it. That was the hardest for me. I sighed and looked back at Momo, she was serious about it.
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"Fine," I sighed and agreed. "But you will follow my instructions no matter what got it?"
"Yes, Sensei!" She shouted, I could tell she steeled herself for whatever I would put her through.
"As I said, Six is fine," I told her as we left the office and returned to the classroom.
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It didn't take long for us to reach the classroom. When we did, the bell was starting to ring just as Momo got to her seat. Not even a second later, Aizawa entered the classroom. I just nestled myself into a corner to watch the room as Aizawa started his lecture. I made mental notes of those who were writing everything down and those who relied on their memory to get by.
I sighed, knowing the Chimera, these notes of theirs would be useless in the long run. He'll test them with their real-world combat and rational skills rather than mock tests. He probably already changed what the normal final test would be. Hell, going to the second and third years would only result in bad information.
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'And information is key to any fight. I've lost bounties and good people due to bad info. And more than once did misinformation make it hard for me.'
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As I was in my thoughts, I unconsciously start to finger where my [Combat Knife] was hidden in my clothes. The worst part was that the students could see me and were starting to get uneasy.
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"Knock it off," Aizawa spoke up, knocking me back to the present. "The children are getting antsy because of you."
"Eh," I said as I shrugged my shoulders, "They should get used to it. After all, they don't know if the villains they face in the future will have a weapon with them or not."
"That's not a valid reason," Aizawa argued, "Now, stop it."
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I just shrugged and crossed my arms against my chest. There were far too many things they needed to learn. Being natural when someone clearly has a weapon is one of them. But that was neither here nor there, my worries were practical weither Aizawa like it or not.
Once classes were finished for the day, the students began to pack up. As they packed what they needed for today, I returned from the copier with a envelope and made my way to Momo.
Once I handed off the envelope, I gave her a breakdown of what was in it. A letter to her parents, a permission slip, and a basic training guide for her to follow if they accept and sign the permission slip.
The next day, Momo brought back the permission slip and a letter addressed to me. I wasn't surprised with the contents. They basically thanked and assured me that they wouldn't forget this favor. I sighed and started to plan for Momo's lessons.
This was going to be a long week.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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