"Good question!"

  Kaminari cpped his hands in approval and expined with a grin, "It's simple. Just temporarily shut off the 'sous' that aren't needed."

  "But how would the battle suit know which 'sous' to close or open based on Kyoka's needs?"

  Tetsutetsu's excitement alpable now, as though he'd finally caught up to Kaminari's level of thinking. He was eager to find a fw in Kaminari's pn.

  "Uh…"

  To be ho, Kaminari hadn't fully sidered this issue. The cept was still in its early stages, so naturally, there were importaails he had yet to figure out.

  "It's fi worst, we could just add more plug sockets. For instance, if you wao use a speaker on your foot, you'd plug it into a socket he heel or something…"

  Kyoka, notig Kaminari's deep frown, quickly offered a practical solution. Though it wasn't perfect, she was trying to help him work through the issue.

  "Well, that could work," Tetsutetsu agreed, scratg the back of his head, his white hair stig up. "But it's a little inve, and you'd have to give up the smaller sous entirely."

  "Kyoka's idea is doable," Kaminari said, analyzing it aloud, "but it would rely heavily on your ability to trol the headphone jacks flexibly. Plus, you'd o multitask during bat..."

  He paused, his mind still searg for alternatives. Something about this solution just didn't sit right with him.

  "There has to be a better way... I know there is!"

  Though he wasn't sure where his certainty came from, Kaminari was vihat there erfect solution to the battle suit's trol problem.

  "But what could it be…"

  Lost in thought, Kaminari fell silent. Seeing him so focused, both Kyoka aetsu decided not to disturb him, quietly waiting for him to speak again.

  Meanwhile, the clock ticked closer to 7:00 a.m. Soon, Midoriya and Bakugo—both of whom lived far away from the school would likely arrive. Even Iida, who lived in Tokyo, robably already on his way, given how seriously he took his responsibilities as css representative.

  The cloow poio seven sharp.

  "Yes!!!"

  A sudden, triumphant cheer erupted in the room. Kaminari leapt to his feet, breaking the sileh excitement.

  "Huh?"

  Kyoka aetsu exged fused gnces but chose to wait for Kaminari to expin.

  "The solution is artificial intelligence!"

  Standing by the window, sunlight streaming behind him, Kaminari turo face Kyoka with a fident smile.

  "Artificial intelligence?!"

  Both Kyoka aetsu were stuhey mulled it over for a moment before realizing it might actually work but theetsu raised a valid .

  "Where would you eve another AI? Even if you could, wouldn't it be ridiculously expensive? We couldn't possibly afford something like that."

  Tetsutetsu was well aware of the AI in Kaminari's own battle suit—Pikachu—which had been gifted to him by Mitsui Buntais as thanks for saving his life. That kind of cutting-edge teology would cost a fortune if sold on the market. Only govers, massive corporations, or researstitutions could afford something like that.

  "We don't o find another one!" Kaminari said with a smirk. "We'll just use mine!"

  "What?!" Tetsutetsu excimed, pletely floored.

  "Wait—you have artificial intelligence?!"

  "Hold on, that's not the issue! Even if you do, I 't take it!" Kyoka suddenly stood up, waving her hands in panic. While she appreciated Kaminari's generosity, she didn't want something so valuable, it felt too extravagant.

  "AI like that is priceless!"

  "I... I also think this might not be appropriate…" Tetsutetsu chimed iantly, gng between Kyoka and Kaminari.

  "No, no, you've got it wrong!" Kaminari waved his hands dismissively, trying to suppress a ugh. "I'm not giving Pikachu to Kyoka! I'm saying we share it!"

  "Share it?"

  Both Kyoka aetsu froze, looking equally baffled.

  "Yeah. With the processing power AI like Pikachu has, it should easily be able to manage an additional battle suit."

  Kaminari turo Kyoka and added seriously, "If you trust me, load Pikachu's trram into your battle suit a handle everything."

  He was clearly proud of his solution, vi was the perfeswer to the problem. After all, AI like Sky from Terminator or Ultron from Avengers had demonstrated the ability to mahousands of robots simultaneously. If Pikachu couldn't handle just two battle suits, it would only mean that Pikachu wasn't a real AI.

  "That's... actually a great idea!"

  Though this matter didn't directly involve Tetsutetsu, he was genuinely happy for Kyoka. He fshed her a big thumbs-up.

  "Really…"

  Kyoka hesitated for a moment, then nodded. But her Kaminari nor Tetsutetsu noticed the subtle ge in her expression, a mix of gratitude and something else.

  "So, are you okay with my Pikachu managing your battle suit?"

  Though Kaminari was fident in his pn, he asked the question seriously. After all, a battle suit was deeply tied to the user's safety, and such a decision couldn't be taken lightly.

  "Of course!"

  Kyoka nodded solemnly. She had no objes—in fact, she liked the idea of Pikachu being in charge of her battle suit. It made her feel… safe.

  "Wow, you guys are here early—Kyoka, Kaminari, Tetsutetsu!"

  The door suddenly swung open, revealing Midoriya, who greeted them in his usual geone. Behind him, Uraraka followed closely.

  "Huh? What happeo you, Midoriya?"

  Kaminari raised an eyebrow, notig how beaten up Midoriya looked. His nose and neck were covered in bandages, and his right eye had a distinct bruise around it, giving him the appearance of someone who'd been through a serious fight.

  "Did the Hero Killer do this?!"

  Tetsutetsu shot to his feet, visibly armed. "Was that message you sent in the css group actually a distress call?"

  At the time, the Hero Killer i in Hosu City wasn't widely known, so Tetsutetsu naturally assumed the worst. His words caused Kaminari to frown, especially at the mention of the Hero Killer, it stirred a strange feeling in him.

  "Uh, no. These injuries are from training with Gran Torino," Midoriya expined awkwardly. "It has nothing to do with the Hero Killer."

  Though he'd already expihis to Uraraka on their way to sidoriya patiently repeated himself.

  "Training? Traini you looking like this?" Kaminari asked, incredulous.

  "Yeah…"

  Midoriya reached up to pull a stray thread from his messy hair. After a moment of hesitation, he added with a plicated expression, "Pretty much."

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