"Trash," Kyoka deadpans, "All Might's idea for the 'perfect place to train' is a beach full of trash as far as the eye can see."
Hitoshi shrugs dismissively, his hands buried in the pockets of his sweatshirt. "I mean, it could be worse? At least you won't be here alone."
"Mhm." Yui hums in agreement even as a gleam appears in her eye as she overlooks the piles of garbage, causing the tired boy to sigh.
"Yui, you can't keep any bloodied weapons you find: We would have to turn them in to the police as evidence."
"Grm."
Kyoka rolls her eyes. "Pretty sure it is illegal, actually. Hiding evidence or something along those lines."
"Mmm?"
"That would be destruction of evidence," Hitoshi drawls, taking a picture of the beach. "Which is definitely illegal."
"Fine…"
"Hey, first word of the day!" Kyoka claps a hand on her shoulder, earning herself a deadpan stare from her expressionless friend.
"We both know that I can and will throw you into a pile of trash."
Kyoka just smirks back. "Yeah, but if we spar today you were going to do that anyways."
"True," she admits easily. She's still the most skilled fighter of the three, though the other two have been steadily closing the gap. Sometimes they can even beat her one-on-one now!
"So, where is the number one?" Hitoshi asks with a raised eyebrow. Given the fact that the rest of the Hoard was already informed about all the secret details Jiro was, it was decided that they would be joining her for her training, though neither was particularly interested in the heritable quirk. Shinso because he doesn't think it would mix well with his current one, and Yui because she thinks it will make any fights she has too boring.
Yes, they debated the thought that it might cause their quirks to evolve to a more powerful or versatile version, but that didn't sway their opinions. When All Might heard as much, he couldn't help but be impressed at the amount of thought they put into it. Honestly, it made him question whether or not he was a bit of an idiot to take the whole 'passable stockpile quirk' thing a bit too much at face value. Then again, he consistently has people calling him an idiot, so he can't really say anything to deny that.
Which leads them to the appointed time of which the four of them were supposed to meet for their first day of training. Lacking their trainer, for some reason. When he fails to show up even ten minutes later Kyoka rolls her eyes and makes her way onto the beach proper, followed by her friends. "We might as well look around. Hopefully his plan isn't just something like 'clean the beach', we get enough physical training as it is so that wouldn't be very helpful."
Her friends nod in agreement, all three of their heads turning to look for anything that could signal why Trash Beach is the 'perfect place to train'. "So," Hitoshi starts, bored of the silence, "did you manage to get the fabled video of him?"
Said fabled video has become a legend in the meme and gif community. Supposedly, it's a showcase of the Symbol of Peace getting his ass beat by a little girl. None of the people who have heard of this video knows the reason she beat his ass, but apparently the video itself was such a PR nightmare that it was only posted for an hour before all copies of it on the internet were taken down. Obviously there are a few people who downloaded it, but nobody that the three of them knows, which is disappointing.
Kyoka managed to convince the principal of UA to let her and her friends have a copy of it under the condition that they wouldn't share it with anyone outside of their group (with the exception of Tokoyami). Except it's been a week and they still haven't gotten it! The principal has one, of course, but evidently he's been in a hacking war with some global organization and hasn't had the time to send it to them since he's so busy stopping their attempts at getting into UA's servers. So, they're just stuck waiting until the principal stops having his fun. After all, it's not like protecting UA from hackers should actually be hard for the rat(?). Right?
`~`
Throughout UA, Nezu's cackling can be heard, signaling to all within that he's having the time of his life after being properly challenged. At least, it would if anyone were still inside. Knowing how much enjoyment he takes in human suffering and his tendency to 'test' his employees, the staff had fled the moment his first laugh echoed through the halls.
"I have the home field advantage this time!" Nezu shouts with a sharp-toothed smile at the lines of code blurring across his screen. "You might be able to keep me out of your servers, but the same holds true for my servers!"
He slams his paw on the enter key and smirks when the data stops scrolling past too fast for the normal eye to see. "Lets see how you like replacing your supercomputers, DAB~"
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While exploring their future training site, Kyoka's sensitive ears pick up a subtle clicking sound over where Hitoshi is peering at one of the hills of trash. "Duck!" She shouts, her fellow purple haired friend immediately dropping flat to the ground, and a good thing too. Something that looks like a cannonball shoots out of the hill he was just looking at, passing straight through where he was just standing before slamming into the hill on the opposite side and sending the entire thing crashing to the ground. With such a large hill - not to mention the amount of metal likely buried within - it should come as no surprise that Kyoka yells in pain from her overly sensitive hearing and slams her hands over her ears, stumbling in the opposite direction.
Meaning she feels her foot land on a wire, but can't hear whatever it connects to. Thankfully, Yui pulls her out of the way of the cage that falls from the trash hill she was in front of, preventing her from getting trapped in the rusty cage. Actually, she might not have been trapped, given how it looks like it was thrown together with scraps…
After triggering two traps, the friends freeze, wary of stumbling across any more. After a minute of nothing else going off, Hitoshi carefully climbs to his feet, being careful to avoid the spot he was standing in when his trap went off. Managing the feat, he sweeps one leg out in a careful arc across the sand before trusting his weight on any spot. Yui does the same, leading Kyoka towards her fellow violette while her hearing recovers.
They gather without any other traps going off, though Hitoshi's foot did bump against another pressure plate, but without putting his weight on it it didn't go off, so he managed to get around it. They put their backs against each other, Yui pulling out shrunken weapons for each of them that she hands out. She has a long staff held in her hands, Hitoshi has a knife in one hand held defensively, and brass knuckles adorn Kyoka's hands, her fingers tightly curled around the handles as she glares at her surroundings.
Nothing happens for several minutes, and Hitoshi is just about to suggest they make their way off the beach when Kyoka holds up her hand to keep him silent. She tilts her head, her jacks angling upwards as her brows dip. It only takes a moment before she swears and looks at Yui. "Got any range?"
The weapon-happy girl shakes her head, the corners of her lips dipping ever so slightly downward. "Not unless I throw something and increase its size."
"Damn. We've got a flyer."
"Hostile?" Hitoshi asks, if only because there's at least a chance that it's not someone related to the traps. Not that any of them believe that to be the case, given none of them noticed any heroes while they were making their way here. And that is something they tend to make note of in order to decide whether it would be a better idea for them to defend themselves or shout for help whenever they get attacked. Then again, usually they get attacked for their valuables, not because they literally walked into a trap.
Which begs the question: did All Might set them up? It's not likely, but the fact that he didn't show up, coupled with the traps…
Well, they'll have their answer when the flyer shows up.
It doesn't take long, the sound of jets approaching rapidly, causing the teens to tense and ready their weapons, even if they know that they won't be able to reach their opponent. Well, Kyoka and Hitoshi won't, at least. Yui has been working on a new trick that should help her knock them to the ground…
But they're surprised when the person flies into view on a jetpack. She looks around their age and has bright pink hair done up in dreadlocks, though parts of it look singed or are covered in soot. As she gets closer, they see that she's wearing mechanic overalls over a sleeveless grey shirt, though it has enough holes and tears in it that whether or not it can still function as a shirt is questionable. Over her eyes are a pair of steampunk goggles with an… odd design.
For the most part they're green with a scaled pattern, and the telescopic lens portion looks to be made of gold for some reason, though the fact that they're clearly zooming in on them means that they are at least functional. Even if they do give the three of them an odd feeling…
An odd feeling that they immediately push to the back of their minds when they see the girl point a literal cannon at them! What the hell!? "Trespassers! Get off my lawn!"
"""…"""
They aren't completely sure how to react to that, but it's probably a good sign that she's asking them to leave instead of straight out attacking them? There is a problem with that though…
"We don't know where the traps are!" Hitoshi shouts up at her. "And a beach isn't a lawn!"
"This beach is the proprietary property of Hatsume Industries, meaning that, as Mei Hatsume, CEO and top inventor, I can call this part of the beach my lawn if I want to!"
"""…"""
They decide to ignore… all of that, and address the more relevant part. "Still don't know where the traps are for us to leave safely!" Kyoka shouts, frowning at the girl.
Said girl stares at them with her eyes still hidden before letting out an audible sigh and swinging her cannon behind her, where it somehow latches onto her jetpack. "Promise that you'll leave without a fight?" She asks, lowering herself a bit closer to them. And since they had no idea that All Might wanted to trespass for their training, they all nod and lower their weapons as a show of trust. Which earns another sigh from the girl as she raises a hand to lift her goggles.
"Damn, I was hoping to test baby seven-four-three-eight. Oh well, if you just follow-" She abruptly cuts herself off after looking at them without her goggles, lowering herself even further and letting them get a clear look at her eyes, which have green irises and crosshair pupils. Said pupils seem to zoom in on them while the iris spins, and her eyes narrow, causing them to tense. They jump when her jetpack abruptly cuts out and she drops to the sand, her legs bending easily to absorb the impact. They raise their weapons again, but can't help the confusion they feel at her unexpected action.
The girl straightens up easily and plants her fists on her hips before giving the trio a bright smile. "Why didn't you say that you're the Boss'! Should have started with that!" She frowns and scratches her chin. "But she's still asleep, so when did she have a chance to give you your marks? Not to mention that they're only half-done." She shakes her head, ignoring the baffled group of friends and waving a hand dismissively. "Eh, whatever! I can finish them up for you, just make sure you step where I step so you don't trigger anything." Without waiting for a reply she starts striding off deeper into the piles of trash.
The three share confused looks before staring back at the retreating form of the girl, their funny feeling from earlier making a return. Given that she's the most outgoing, Kyoka takes a step forward and shouts after her, "Hold on! Who's this 'boss' you're talking about?"
She answers without looking back, completely missing the abject looks of shock on the trio's faces. "Who else could she be? Obviously I'm talking about Izumi."