At three o'clo the afternoon, during the sixth period of Hero Basics, the lesson, Hero Information Studies, was ducted by Css 1-A's homeroom teacher, Aizawa.

  "We'll end the lesson here for now. , I have some important annous," Aizawa said as he closed the textbook on his desk. His calm tone immediately sparked a wave of curiosity and tension among the twenty students seated before him.

  "Don't tell me it's another exam…"

  Kirishima muttered internally, already feeling a bit anxious. Ba junih, his academic performance had been solid, after all, he'd mao pass U.A.'s writterance exam, right?

  But things had ged sinrolling here. After several weeks of csses and a few mock tests, it became painfully clear to him that the limited knowledge he had wasn't enough to keep up.

  This wasn't just the try's top hero school because of its Hero Course; the academic standards in every subject were equally rigorous! That realization had turned him from a fident student into someone who now fli the very mention of exams.

  Unfortunately, his fears were spot-on this time.

  "A week from now, on Friday, you will have your midterm exam," Aizawa announced coldly, ign the collective groans and nervous expressions spreading through the room. "I don't want to see anyone in this css failing."

  His slightly red eyes sed the css as he spoke, making it clear that he wasn't issuing ay warning.

  The sound of a heavy textbook hitting the desk punctuated his statement, and with that, Aizawa turned, opehe door, a.

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  The school bell rang moments ter, breaking the tense silen the room. The familiar sound quickly dispelled the heavy atmosphere, bringing a collective sigh of relief from the students.

  "Whew…" Mina Ashido exhaled deeply, patting her chest. "Even though I've kind of gotteo it by now, every time Mr. Aizaeaks, I 't help but feel nervous!"

  "It's his aura," Kaminari thought to himself. Before, he hadn't been able to put his finger on it, but now he was certain. He'd sensed something akin to spiritual pressure emanating from their teacher.

  It's like he's merged his spiritual energy with his natural presence, amplifying his influen others.

  Refleg on this, Kaminari realized it was somewhat simir to queror's Haki from One Piece. However, Aizawa's aura wasn't strong enough to knock people unscious or physically damage objects, it was more about psychological pressure.

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  "Kaminari, Kyoka!"

  Just as the students began pag their things and preparing to head home, Momo's voice called out, stopping the two iracks.

  "Hmm?"

  "What's up?"

  Kaminari and Kyoka turo her with puzzled expressions, and Kaminari added with a faint smile, "If this is about tut, I'm afraid it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I o head home early today—family stuff, you know how it is."

  His expression shifted slightly, betraying his exhaustion. It had been a long day, and on top of that, he hadn't slept the night before, leaving him with little energy to take in ara information.

  "I uand," Momo replied with a warm smile. "But that's not why I stopped you."

  "Oh?"

  Both Kaminari and Kyoka exged gnces, now even more curious.

  "It's about the band," Momo tinued.

  As soon as she said this, the two realized their guess had been spot on. However, this only deepeheir fusion, what could have happened with the band?

  "I received a performanvitatioerday," Momo expined. "And don't worry, I remember what you told me before about avoiding ercial gigs during school. But after reading the details and dug a little iigation, I believe this is something we should sider."

  Kaminari raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

  Kyoka, twirling one of her headphone jacks between her fingers, also focused on Momo, waiting for her expnation.

  "The invitation es from Seifu Elementary School, a private institution in Tokyo with a history of 134 years," Momo began.

  "The invitation was sent by the current principal, Takashima Nagaseki. He reached out because he wants to fulfill a promise his te father made to the school's children."

  Her tone softened, and a hint of sadness crept into her expression as she tinued.

  "Takashima Nagaseki's father, the former chairman and principal of Seifu Elementary, passed away a week ago from a heart attack. He was only 74."

  Both Kaminari and Kyoka nodded silently, aowledging the tragedy.

  "A month before his death, Mr. Takashima had stepped down from his position as chairman and delivered a farewell speech to the students and staff. During that speech, he made a promise to invite our band, specifically Kaminari Denki and Jiro Kyoka, to visit the school and perform for the children."

  Momo paused to let this sink in before adding, "He made this promise because all 513 students and staff members at Seifu Elementary are huge fans of Pokémon."

  With that, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through the photos she'd gathered.

  "Take a look at this," she said, holding the pho to Kaminari and Kyoka.

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  The first photo showed a , but every surfa the room—desks, chairs, the podium, the clock, the floor, everash s was adorned with Pokémon designs.

  Before Kaminari could react, the photo switched to the slide, revealing an outdround. Once again, the entire area was themed around Pokémon.

  The soals were shaped like Grimer with their mouths wide open, while the basketball court featured two t Charizards holding brazier-shaped hoops.

  Over the minute, Momo showed them a series of twenty photos, each depig different parts of the school. From the cafeteria to the bathrooms, every er of Qingfeng Elementary had been transformed into a Pokémon-themed wondernd.

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  "This… this is insane!" Kaminari finally excimed, struggling to find the right words.

  Beside him, Kyoka was pletely dumbfounded, uo form a response.

  "I thought it was an exaggeration at first too," Momo admitted, "but after firming it with my iigation, it's clear that every —actually, every part of the school, has been decorated like this. It was all done in just two weeks following the premiere of the Pokémon anime."

  "The te Mr. Takashima used his month-and-a-half vacation to oversee the eransformation personally. Acc to his son, Principal Takashima Nagaseki, his father did it all for one simple reason: to make the children happy."