Kaminari hadn't expected the di the Yaoyorozu mansion to be so... straightforward.

  When he first imagined dining there, he had pictured a vish spread of legendary ingredients, dishes so extravagant they'd feel otherworldly. But instead, the diurned out to be simple—a sieak per person.

  As for drinks, both he and Momo, being underage, were each served a gss of water, while Mr. Yaoyorozu enjoyed a gss of red wine alone. Judging by the way he savored it, Kaminari figured the bottle must have been somethiraordinary.

  Kaminari had wao ask if he could have some wine—just a little, purely for the experie he kept his mouth shut.

  It was during the meal that Manshi seemingly answered the unspokeion lingering in Kaminari's mind.

  Apparently, wheing steak, red wine or pin water was the way to go. Other drinks, even juice or soda, interfered with the meat's fvor. This was the logic behind their simple drink choice.

  Eveeaks themselves had a notable pedigree. They were authentic A5-grade Kobe beef from Tajima in Hyogo Prefecture—the fi quality avaible.

  So while the meal wasn't the ostentatious feast Kaminari had expected, it was just as memorable. The sheer quality of the Kobe beef left him floored. Each bite was tender, buttery, and rich, a taste he wouldn't fet anytime soon.

  "If I get the ce, I have t my parents to try this!" Kaminari thought as he finished his pte.

  Before leaving, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked about the price of Kobe beef. The answer? Over 40,000 yen per kilogram—around 2,600 yen per 100 grams.

  It wasn't just expe was the kind of luxury item you couldn't easily buy, even if you had the money. Supplies were limited, and only certain vendors were authorized to sell it.

  With those thoughts swirling in his mind, Kaminari left the Yaoyorozu mansion in high spirits, though a little overwhelmed by the cost of what he'd just eaten. After taking the Shinkansen back to Saitama, he finally made it home.

  When he arrived, his parents had already finished dinner. His mother was busy washing dishes i, while his father sat on the living room sofa, waiting for him.

  "e here, son," his father called out with a serious tone, gesturing for Kaminari to sit beside him.

  "The event at Seifu Elementary has been finalized. You should discuss it with Kyoka, Momo, and the others to pick a performae."

  He leaned forward slightly, his expression filled with determination. "We're pnning to treat this as a promotio and will be inviting some media reporters. This could be huge for your band."

  Ever since his father had e up with the idea, he'd been eager to put it into a. The opportunity was too good to pass up.

  Kaminari nodded. "We've already agreed it'll be after the midterm exams. No way I'm putting this ahead of school."

  His father smiled, clearly proud of Kaminari's priorities. "Good. You've only got a few days until the midterms, so we'll use that time to build hype online."

  Kaminari theated before suggesting, "Dad, do you think we could arrange a special se at the event for fans to attend? I'd love to give back to them somehow."

  The idea had been weighing on Kaminari's mind for some time. He felt bad for their fans. Unlike fans of other bands, who could meet their idols at events or certs, Pikachu Band fans had almost no opportuo ect with the group.

  Sihe Hero Sports Festival, there had been s, no interviews, and no variety shoearaheir fans were loyal, but they had very little to eh. Kaminari wao ge that, even in a small way.

  His father sidered the idea for a moment before nodding. "It's doable, but we'll o limit the number of attendees. After all, it's still a school. Too many outsiders could create safety issues."

  "Fair enough," Kaminari agreed, relieved that his father was on board. "Let's also livestream the performahat way, even fans who 't attend watch it, and it'll give the event a bigger reach."

  "Smart idea," his father said with an approving grin. "I'll reach out to a livestreaming ptform and arrange a partnership."

  "Thanks, Dad!" Kaminari beamed, his excitement clear.

  As the discussion tinued, he started brainst potential new songs for the performahe theme should still be 'Pokémon,' but which song?

  "Together? Frontline? Or maybe… KOK?" Kaminari mused aloud.

  At that moment, his mother approached with a gentle smile. "There's one more thing you o keep in mind."

  Kaminari blinked, fused. "What is it?"

  "The agreement you made with Mr. Snatch," she reminded him. "Fighting is far riskier than perf, so I want you to be extra cautious."

  Though she trusted Mr. Snatch's iions, she couldn't help but worry. Battles, by nature, were uable, and even the smallest mistake could lead to serious sequences.

  Kaminari paused before nodding. "I'll be careful, Mom."

  ---

  The day, Kaminari met up with Tetsutetsu at their secret training spot in Omiya Park. For an hour, the two sparred intensely before heading to U.A. together, schoolbags slung over their shoulders.

  As their training sessions tietsutetsu's progress had bee undeniable. His mastery of the "shave" teique and his growirength made him a force to be reed with.

  It had reached the point where Kaminari, even with his "high-speed movement" state, struggled to keep up.

  Oable moment during their ret sparri Kaminari particurly shakeetsu had not only blocked Kaminari's Lightning Dragon's Roar but had actually kicked the attack away with raw power.

  In the blink of aetsutetsu had closed the distance, appearing directly in front of Kaminari. His iron leg, bolstered by incredible speed and strength, came crashing down like a hammer.

  Kaminari had mao ter just in time with a high-voltage electric shock, but evehe impact sent him flying several meters.

  "That guy's seriously being a monster," Kaminari thought as he adjusted his bag.

  For the first time, he felt a genuine sense of pressure during their sparring matches. It was clear—Tetsutetsu was no longer just training. He was evolving.