It was Sunday, ten o'clo the m, the day everyone was heading to their respective internship workpces.

  At Shizuoka Shinkaation, the entire Css 1-A had gathered, their presence drawing a noticeable crowd. Nearly twice the usual number of passengers stood nearby, whisperiedly as they reized the students.

  "Hey, isn't that Kaminari Denki?"

  "It's him! I didn't think I'd see such a famous guy here!"

  "Denki! Denki! Mom, look! It's Denki over there!"

  "And those kids… aren't they all from U.A.'s Hero Course? What do you think they're doing here?"

  "I have no idea. Does anyone know?"

  Despite the stares and chatter, Aizawa remained pletely unfazed. His half-lidded eyes sed the students as he spoke in his usual calm, monotone voice.

  "Everyone brought their bat uniforms, right?"

  His words carried a slight edge, even though his demeanor remained characteristically indifferent. Ever sihe USJ i, Aizawa seemed to hold them to aricter standard.

  "Remember, you're not allowed to wear bat uniforms in public. Keep them packed safely, and don't lose them," he instructed.

  "Got it!"

  Ashido Mina, her lively personality shining through, practically bounced on her feet as she replied with enthusiasm. Her excitement mirrored Tetsutetsu's from the previous evening, she was clearly thrilled about her workpce partner.

  "Don't drawl, Ashido. Just say 'yes' properly," Aizawa chided, his tone sharp.

  "Yes, sir," she muttered back, pouting slightly before her attentiouro the crowd around them.

  "Speaking of which, Kaminari's really popur, huh? It feels like people reize him wherever he goes!"

  Kaminari, who was carrying his suitcase, merely smiled politely at the crowd without saying much.

  "Kaminari," Kyoka said softly, "the pce you're heading to sounds pretty far away. Is it near Mount Fuji?"

  "Yeah, it is. But holy, it's not as far as Tokoyami's trip to Kyushu. I mean, if I were him, I'd just take a pne," Kaminari replied with a shrug, gng at Tokoyami Fumikage, who stood silently nearby.

  Tokoyami, ever stoic, replied in his calm, deep voice, "We have to pay for our own tickets if we fly."

  "Hahaha, that's so blunt!" Kirishima burst out ughing.

  ---

  "Alright, enough chatter," Aizawa interrupted, his serious toting through their versation. "A quick reminder, be polite and respectful to the Heroes hosting your internship. Avoid doing anything rude or inappropriate, or you risk being dismissed early."

  "While suts aren't on, they've happened before in Hero history. So don't test your luck."

  Aizawa's sharp gaze swept over the students, as if silently warning them all. After a brief pause, he added, "Alright, you're dismissed."

  "Yes, sir!"

  The Css 1-A students responded in unison, their voices firm, drawing another wave of murmurs and admiration from the surrounding crowd.

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  As the students began saying their goodbyes, Midoriya and Uraraka hurried to catch up with Iida, who had been trying to slip away unnoticed.

  "Iida-kun!"

  Iida stopped and turo face them.

  "If you find yourself in a situation you 't handle, promise you'll let us know," Midoriya said early, his expression filled with .

  "Uh-huh!" Uraraka nodded in agreement, her small eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Iida with equal worry.

  "We're your friends, aren't we?"

  Kaminari, watg the se from a short distance away, let out a small sigh. He had already seen the news about the Turbo Hero Ingenium's grave injuries at the hands of the Hero Killer.

  However, Kaminari chose not to approach Iida. While they were cssmates, he wasn't as close to him as Midoriya or Uraraka were. Besides, Kaminari believed that what Iida needed mht now wasn't words of fort, but quiet space to process his emotions.

  After all, Iida had always given the impression of being calm, disciplined, and responsible—a model student and leader.

  "Thank you," Iida said, his voice steady as he turo give Midoriya a small smile. But as he walked away, heading toward the train to Hosu City, the smile faded, repced by a shadowed expression.

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  Soon after, the Css 1-A students began to scatter, each heading toward their destinations.

  Kaminari stood silently at his assigform, carrying his bat suit box and wearing a Pikachu-themed backpack. The crowd's gaze and the occasional fshes from cameras didn't bother him much as he waited for the Shinkansen Express to arrive.

  "Minamituru ty, Yamanashi Prefecture… close to Mount Fuji," he murmured, cheg his itinerary.

  Five mier, the express train pulled into the station on schedule, ing to a smooth stop in front of Kaminari. He didn't board immediately, though. He stood bad waited patiently for the departing passeo disembark and for the ing crew to finish tidying the car.

  About ten mier, the ing staff, dressed in light blue uniforms, exited the train with their equipment. Only then did Kaminari follow the rest of the passengers into the car.

  He pced his Pikachu backpa the luggage raear the car door, it only held a ge of clothes and toiletries, so it wasn't particurly valuable. His bat suit box, however, was a different story.

  Uhe mythical "Sacred Cloth Box," it couldn't fly ba if it got lost.

  Carefully, Kaminari pced the box on the shelf above his seat. At the same time, a young maed in the row ahead of him moved to store something ed in a long strip of bck cloth on the same shelf.

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  The box and the bck cloth actally bumped into each other, produg a distinct metallic sound.

  "Metal?" Kaminari thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Judging by the weight and thiess of the cloth, there wasn't just oal objeside, it seemed to hold several.

  "I'll put this up first, then you pce your box," the young man said casually, his tone polite.

  "Sure," Kaminari replied, stepping back. As he did, he g the man out of curiosity, but the gurned into a double take.

  "Wait… who's this guy?"

  Kaminari's gaze drifted further, nding on the old maed beside the young man. The old man's appearance eculiar, to say the least.

  His bd-white hair was tied back, and he wore a bck leather vest paired with fur trousers and boots that looked hand-stitched from animal hide. His muscur arms were bare, the definition of his muscles visible eveh the dim train lights.

  It wasn't just Kaminari who noticed, the other passengers nearby kept sneaking g him as well.

  "That's my grandfather," the young man said proudly wheiced Kaminari staring.

  "He's Japan's most senior and stro Matagi hunter!"

  "…Matagi hunter?"