"Go for it!"

  Without hesitation, Kaminari issued the attack order as soon as he saw his familiar oppo.

  Shua!

  Roughly half of the shimmering "golden sand" that floated in the air detached itself from the defensive formation. Like a sandstorm rolling across a desert, it surged forward with overwhelming force.

  At this moment, the robot, deteg the ining threat, immediately switched to its remote attack mode as pre-programmed.

  In simple terms, it deployed its arm-mounted mae guns and rocket unchers.

  Whoosh!

  Boom!!!

  A rocket unched from its thick barrel, slig through the air before colliding with the advang wave of golden sand. The resulting explosio shockwaves rippling outward, and fmes erupted in all dires. The powerful impact bleart a substantial portion of the golden sand, akin to a boulder crashing inting waves.

  Da-da-da-da-da!

  Before the smoke from the explosion could evele, the robot's mae guns joihe fray. Its eight-barrelled arsenal unleashed a relentless barrage, spraying bullets forward in a storm of metal fury.

  "It's w better than I thought," Kaminari muttered to himself as he observed the golden sand encirg him, providing a near-perfect shield. He nodded in satisfa. "With a system like this, I won't have to drain my energy to deal with small fry or rescue missions…"

  Meanwhile, the robot's desperate terattacks gradually faltered uhe uing assault of the "golden sand sea." Soon enough, it was swallowed whole, disappearing into the shimmering, grinding vortex uhe watchful eyes of Dr. Tenma.

  "'Sand Coffi's go with that as the name for this move from now on," Kaminari decided.

  Then, with a pyful grin, he issued another and: "Now, try increasing the pressure. Think of it like g a fist, tighten it as hard as you !"

  'Pikachu,' the AI system trolling the golden sand, nodded in uanding. Despite its meiature, its ear response and i expression made it appear oddly adorable.

  The moment, the golden sand that ed around the robot began to tighten, trag inward with visible tremors. The sound of metal creaking and snapping echoed faintly from within.

  Four or five seds ter, a muffled pop!—remi of a firecracker—emerged from within the pressed sand. As the pressure subsided, wisps of bck smoke seeped out through the cracks in the golden grains.

  Kaminari's eyes gleamed with satisfa at the sight. He smiled, exuding fidence as he decred, "This move… let's call it 'Golden Burial.'"

  Truthfully, his golden sand abilities felt more simir to the fourth Kazekage's "Gold Dust" rather than Gaara's sand. The slight name adjustment seemed fitting.

  "Alright, let's keep going! The goal is to finalize the basic skill set today!" Kaminari said eagerly.

  However, what Kaminari didn't realize was that Dr. Tenma, standing outside the test chamber, was watg the se unfold with a plicated mix of emotions—part awe, part admiration.

  He had built bat suits for tless people before, from up-and-ing young heroes to seasoned veterans. Yet, he had never entered someone quite like Kaminari.

  "Genius," Tenma murmured to himself, watg Kaminari at work.

  Of course, he'd always known that Kaminari was talented, but today had reaffirmed and even expanded his belief in the boy's abilities.

  How could anyone e up with such effective and innovative teiques immediately after acquiring a new ability or tool? And not just that, but to wield them with suatural precision and creativity, as though he'd been practig them for years?

  Kaminari didn't seem to ime to develop his abilities, it was as though he was born knowing how to use them.

  Over the wo hours, Dr. Tenma's amazement gradually turo numb acceptance. A creeping sense of forebodiled over him, as if he were witnessing the rise of a truly extraordinary individual.

  "This kid…" Tenma mused to himself, "…might really have the potential to reach All Might's level one day."

  Just then, his train of thought was interrupted. Oher side of the transparent gss, he noticed the golden sand iest chamber beginning to verge. The grains moved quickly, gathering into five spherical shapes that shimmered uhe bright lights.

  In no time, the golden spheres—now resembling Poké Balls—floated ly into the holsters attached to Kaminari's waist.

  "Doenma started, but his sharp eyes immediately caught something strange.

  "No, wait!"

  Kaminari had only put away five Poké Balls, but there was still a siderable amount of golden sand floating in the air.

  "What's he pnning to do now?"

  As Tenma puzzled over this, Kaminari turo look at him, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes.

  "Doctor," Kaminari began casually, "if I remember correctly, 'Pikachu' itself has some bat funality, right?"

  "Yes," Tenma replied, his tone cautious. "We did include some offensive capabilities in its design, but activating those funs will signifitly drain the energy crystals."

  "That's fine. If we run out, I'll just buy more!" Kaminari said with a carefree shrug.

  Ever since he'd learhat the Yaoyorozu family possessed an abundance of energy crystals, the once-precious resource had bee little more than a minor expense in his eyes.

  Turning back to the AI system, Kaminari smiled warmly. "Alright, Pikachu, let's test your bat abilities . No need for another robot target—we'll just make one ourselves."

  "Pika-pika?" The AI tilted its head, its long ears twitg slightly as it awaited further instrus.

  "Here's the pn—"

  Bzzzzz!

  Kaminari's expnation tly cut off by the sound of his cell phing. Pulling it out of his pocket, he saw the caller ID: it was his dad. The ringtone? Kyoka's personalized version un."

  "Dad? What's up?" Kaminari answered the call.

  "Brat!" his father's voice barked angrily through the speaker.

  "Do you even know what time it is? Whatever you're doing, drop it a home immediately! The dinner your mother made is getting cold!"

  Before Kaminari could respond, the call abruptly ended.

  Staring at the now-bnk s, Kaminari blinked in surprise. Then, gng at the clo the er of the s, he realized it was already past 6:30 PM.

  Calg the time it would take to get home, plus the time to freshen up, he figured dinner wouldn't start until around 8:00 PM. He frowned slightly, sidering telling his parents to eat without him.

  But his father's final words echoed in his mind.

  They were waiting for him to e home aogether.

  "Alright…" Kaminari sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair i.

  He turo Dr. Tenma and apologized, "Sorry, Doc. Looks like we'll have to cut things short today."

  "o apologize," Tenma said, shaking his head with a smile. "Today's results far exceeded my expectations. I'm fident the battle suit is ready for use now."

  "Thank you, Doctor." Kaminari bowed sincerely before turning to leave.

  "Let's go, Pikachu."

  The golden AI gathered the remaining sand into its final Poké Ball and pced it into the st empty slot on Kaminari's belt.

  As the pair walked out of the research b, Kaminari g Pikachu, who was trotting obediently by his side.

  With a small, amused smile, Kaminari thought to himself, Maybe I should let Pikachu sit on my shoulder. Just like Ash…