"Hahaha!" Kaminari's father burst into ughter. "It looks like we won't have to worry about the sales of Kaminari's merdise iure!"

  However, Momo had a different take on it. "We're cssmates, and we're also part of the same band. Shouldn't Kaminari's merdise be gifted to us?"

  "Haha, of course! Absolutely!" Kaminari's father replied enthusiastically. "Whenever we unew products, you two will be the first to get them!"

  At that moment, Kaminari, staring at the tablet, suddenly had an idea. "Dad, what if we added these two," he gestured to Momo and Kyoka, "into the manga? They could go on adventures with me and Pikachu!"

  Momo and Kyoka exged a gnce, surprised but intrigued by the idea. It actually sounded... pretty fun.

  Kaminari's father scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "I'd have to run it by Junichi, our writer, and of course, we'd o check with the Mitsui Corporation, too. I 't give you an answer just yet."

  "You guys finish reading those two chapters first, the's start rec the song," he added, standing up. "I'll have my secretary che it in the meantime."

  He had a good feeling about this idea, though. After all, the ic was still in its early stages. Adding new characters or tweaking the storyline wouldn't be too difficult. Plus, having characters based on actual U.A. students would be a massive draw.

  U.A. High School was legendary in Japan, the dream school for so many young kids. Just the idea of a ic that featured real Hero Course students from U.A. would seement through the roof.

  "Uncle, I'll o check with my family about this too," Momo said apologetically. As the eldest daughter of the Yaoyorozu family, she couldn't just decide something like this on her own. Her family would definitely o approve any public use of their name or image.

  "Of course, that makes sense," Kaminari's father nodded in uanding.

  About ten mier, after finishing the first two chapters of the Pokémon manga, Kyoka and Momo leaned back, digesting what they'd read. The story was definitely different from what Kaminari remembered from his past life, but for now, it still captured the same spirit of adventure and discovery.

  "So, it's about this ten-year-old kid named Denki who goes on a journey with Pikachu," Momo summarized. "They travel together, meeting other Pokémon and battling along the way."

  Kyoka houghtfully. "The theme song you've prepared, it must fit with that magical, adventurous vibe, right?"

  "Exactly!" Kaminari said, standing up and g his hands. "Alright, let's get started. I'll do a solo run first, and then we record it together."

  He handed a USB drive to Daigo and reminded him, "This one's a bit different from my usual songs. It'll need some extra work in post-produ."

  Daas already in full work mode, nodded. "Got it," he said, fully uanding the task ahead.

  Kaminari grabbed his guitar affeately niamed "Pikachu" and headed into the rec booth. Kyoka and Momo stood by the gss window, watg him as he set up.

  "Do you notice how different Kaminari seems when he picks up the guitar?" Kyoka whispered to Momo. "His whole vibe ges."

  Momo nodded, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "He's pletely focused. It's the same way he gets when we're studying together." She smiled slightly, recalling how serious Kaminari could be whe his mind to something.

  Kyoka just stared at Momo, her words sinking in. Somehow, that parison made her feel... weird. Maybe a bit jealous, though she couldn't quite pce why.

  ---

  Meanwhile, in a Hero Agency offi Saitama City, Midnight the sultry and fierce pro Hero was seated at her desk, staring ily at nothing in particur. The steaming cup of green matcha tea beside her was pletely ignored as she lost herself ihought.

  "What exactly was that teique?" she wondered. "Why did it feel so... dangerous?"

  Her mind drifted back to early that m, just before dawn, around six o'clock. She'd been at Omiya Park, uhe pretense of jogging, secretly hoping to run into Kaminari. She wasn't there to flirt, but as his educator, she felt it was her responsibility to che on him.

  She had dressed down for the occasion simple white athletic wear, nothing too revealing. She wao keep it professional, despite her usual reputation for sultriness, she had taken her role as Kaminari's mentor seriously and opted for something more practical than provocative.

  In truth, she'd gohere hoping to "actally" run into Kaminari. And she did, but not in the way she expected.

  She spotted him running not at the park's entrance, but deeper inside, where fewer people usually went. Curious, and sensing something unusual, she trailed him from a distance, her instincts as a Hero kig in.

  At first, she thought he was just out for a jog, but something about the dire he was heading seemed... off. He was moving toward a secluded area, which immediately raised her suspis.

  Choosing to stay back, Midnight activated her most basic trag teiques, keeping herself hidden as she followed him into the thick, quiet woods.

  But then, to her surprise, she lost him.

  How? There was no way he could've just disappeared, there were no paths, just a small trail lined with cherry blossoms. Puzzled, she sed the area but found no sign of him.

  That's when she heard it. A faint crag sound, like electricity, ing from deeper withirees. It wasn't loud, but in the silence of the forest, it stood out clearly.

  Following the sound cautiously, she came across a clearing, and what she saw made her heart skip a beat.

  Hidden behind a tree, she peeked out to see Kaminari standing in the middle of the clearing, his right hand crag with a bright, interical charge. The sheer tration of power in his palm sent a chill down her spine.

  "What... is that?" she whispered to herself, watg in awe as golden lightning flickered and sparked from his hand.

  She had seen Kaminari use electricity before, but this... this was something else entirely. There alpable sense of danger in the air, a feeling she only got when she was near someoruly powerful.

  Before she could react, the crag stopped. Kaminari lowered his hand, a look of frustration and disappoi on his face as he muttered to himself, "Failed again... I was so close."

  Midnight's mind raced. What exactly had she just witnessed?