Canon Fodder

It was 5 am when a big cat man began yelling as he walked through our bunkhouse. Tan skin, big muscles, metal cat ears, cat paws, a cat tail, he wore just as revealing clothing as the other cat girls. It was a very sobering view to wake up to as we prodded one another awake and put on our UA PE clothes. Both boys and girls were motivated, running outside as soon as they were dressed. Aizawa standing on the base of the hill Pixie Bob made us, he stared down at us with his arms crossed.

“Today we begin a rigorous round of reinforcement training. This trip’s mission statement is to strengthen everyone’s quirks as a whole. Thereby allowing everyone to achieve their provisional hero licenses,” Aizawa said in just as tired a tone as he usually spoke to us in. “This is a preparation course to stand against live-action hostility and aggression from villains. Prepare your hearts and minds. This training will not be simple or easy.”

“With that, Bakugo, try throwing this,” Aizawa threw him the softball. “Like we did for the physical strength exam the first day of class. Your records indicate you threw the ball 2,305 feet at the beginning of the school year. Let’s see what you’re at now.”

“Nice, a skill growth test,” Mina said excitedly.

“You got this, Bakugo,” the red haired guy said. I was going to learn his name some day. But at this point it was a little awkward to ask.

Bakugo wound up his arm, as his arm reached its peak, he fired off his throw. Adding the force of his explosive quirk to the throw. It looked quite good. Aizawa showed the range finder. It was 2,328 feet.

“What?!” Bakugo growled.

“I expected more” “Maybe he did it wrong” “Seems weird” People commented.

“Classes started 3 months ago. You have gained experience. Emotional and technical growth. Now the time has come to concentrate on physical and quirk advancement as well,” Aizawa said.

“I won the entrance exam,” I said, stepping up. “I claim the right to prove that I haven’t been slacking.” Rolling up my sleeves I showed my weights. Unbuckling them, I waited for Aizawa’s approval. He frowned, but knew I had improved. Pulling another softball from his back he handed it to me.

“How many hours a day do you train out of class?” Aizawa asked.

“At least 6 during the weekdays,” I admitted. “More on the weekends. You know, when I’m not going on dates.” He frowned but nodded.

“You threw the ball 2,584 feet last time,” Aizawa said.

“Time to break a mile,” I said. Pouring chakra into my arm I gave it a moderate amount of strength, but not my all. I threw perfectly. It went and went. Aizawa showed the range finder. 6,121 feet. I nodded, happy with the amount. “Weston trains long into the night,” Aizawa said, turning to the class. “How many of you can say the same? Also, from what we know, his quirk does not give him strength. This is all his base strength.” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI~Fire.net

I had told Aizawa and All Might that I could awaken my future strength. Which of course was a fabrication since I could open the limiting gates on my body. They hadn’t asked about it much since I wanted to practice other skills rather than my actual quirk. I needed to start to fix that oversight.

Bending down I strapped the weights back on my arms and took a spot with the others. Facing Aizawa he studied us one by one. “We will be using the help of the camp counselors to customize training programs for each of you,” Aizawa admitted. “Time for the full introduction.”

“That’s right,” my blonde cat girl said walking out in the open. “Cute, cat, and stinger.”

“Wherever, whenever, we will arrive…” the large dark man said. Skirt, cat costume, and all.

“We’ve come to lend a helping paw,” a new one with green hair said. She had makeup on and facepaint around her eyes.

“With sparkling eyes, we rock on,” the dark haired cat girl added.

“We are the wild, wild, Pussycats!!!” The 4 of them said in unison. I couldn’t help but wonder how you found 4 weirdos that liked to dress up like cats. But that was what the internet was for. The team wore matching clothes, band leaders' shirts, and skirts. Even the dude wore the skirt and fur boots. Damn fetish sights, linking these weirdos together.

“I’m Ragdoll,” the green haired girl said. “My quirk [Search] allows me to monitor up to 100 people. Their location and weak points.”

“I’m Pixiebob,” my blonde one repeated. “My [Flowstone] quirk will create training grounds fit for each of you.”

“I’m Mandelei,” the dark haired woman said. “My [Telepath] quirk allows me to advise and instruct multiple people at once.”

“I am Tiger,” the guy growled. “I will be in charge of kicking and punching you all into submission.”

“Alright,” I said excitedly. “Time to go all out.” Punching my knuckles together. Others cheered as well, and Aizawa began shouting instructions. Thanks to Angiea I had learned the importance of trainers as well as outside counsel when it came to power. Angiea was an expert of haki, and though I spent months unable to feel the mysterious power, my current ability was proof enough that anything could be taught. It was time to see why exactly these people were chosen for us.

“Just me left it seems,” I said as the others left with their assignments. Most all of it was centered working on blowbacks and increasing endurance of quirk use.

“I’m surprised you aren’t running off on your own,” Aizawa admitted as I walked to him, hat in hand.

“My progression with my quirk has hit a standstill,” I admitted. “I’m trying not to rely on hurting myself for bursts of strength.”

“An endeavor some can learn from,” Aizawa said, not looking to Midoriya where he was training with the other physical quirk members of class. “Well I have some ideas, but let me see what you can do currently.”

“Okay,” I said. “Hit me.” Aizawa didn’t hesitate. He threw an open palm strike, like a snake striking. I moved my palm in the way as I activated my quirk. As the points of his five fingers struck my palm, his attacked stopped. The kinetic energy of his attack entered into my body and began echoing inside of me.

Grasping that energy with my quirk I pushed it back, forcing it outside of me. As I did Aizawa’s hand was thrown back. He struck with the other hand and I did the same, then the third time I couldn’t reflect it back in time. The energy dispersed to the rest of my body and I felt the force of it spread out over my entire body. Not so much painful, but causing a dull ache over my muscles as the kinetic energy tried to escape.

“Good,” Aizawa said. “Like Fat Gum, as you said.” The older teacher moved his hand to his chin as he thought outloud. “Rather than storing the force as fat to call on later, it has to be reflected or absorbed by the rest of your body.” I nodded surprised he was able to discern what happened without an explanation. I didn’t think there were any outward indications of what my quirk did.

“You’re able to call upon future strength, or maybe just energy. Creating bursts of strength in the now. Anything else?” He asked.

“I can absorb thermal energy too,” I said. I closed my eyes, opening myself to my environment. As I did, the heat of the air around me began to leak in, warming me up, but cooling down the air around me.

“Interesting, thermal? Is there a reason you haven’t focused on that?” He asked.

“It’s not very strong,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve really been trying to absorb everything. Thermal, solar, hell I’ve even been trying to absorb the force of gravity,” I admitted.

“Really? How?” He asked.

I closed my eyes and tried again. There was an ever constant pull on my body to the Earth. I figured it was worth trying to reflect that force back, but it hadn’t panned out at all. My real hope was to try to learn to fly with the skill, but to no avail. I tried for a moment again, but shook my head. “Yeah, I still don’t have that.”

“That’s fine,” Aizawa said. “You have learned more about your ability than many attempt. But too much information can muddle what you need to know for the test.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, catching up to him as he walked away.

“I mean, would you rather be a jack of all trades or master of none?” He asked.

“Uhh,” I felt that was hard to answer since I was trying to master so many abilities from different worlds at one time. “One?”

Aizawa didn’t answer but instead walked up to Pixiebob. The earth element quirk user was busy playing with dirt as she prepared some lifeless golems to assist someone with their training. “Pixie,” Aizawa said, getting her attention.

“What’s up?” She asked, turning to face us. The blonde noticed me and locked up slightly, remembering our interaction from the night before.

“I want you to focus on training Weston,” he said. I frowned, wishing I had learned my lesson about shitting where I ate. I needed this woman to focus on my training rather than some attraction.

“How so?” She asked, becoming all business.

“Yeah, how so?” I asked.

“You are focusing too much on possibilities with your quirk,” Aizawa said. “You forget that I have notes from the doctor that originally studied your quirk. Rather than damage from kinetic energy being focused where it struck, it spreads through your body, giving you equal damage everywhere. Dispersing it to limit point damage, and turning it into area damage.” I nodded in agreement with his assessment.

“You aren’t seeing how amazing this skill is for fighting. You treat your physical training as a different animal, rather than part of the same pack,” Aizawa said. “For now I want you to completely ignore reflecting power back on your attacker. Instead just get hurt. Learn how to control where that energy goes and potentially stopping where that energy goes.”

“Why?” I asked, unsure how exactly that will help.

“Pixie, summon your Grounddogs. Have them continuously attack him for however long it takes him to figure it out,” he said.

“Can do,” she said giving him a salute. Dropping her hands to the soil, white light escaped her hands and a good fifty large rock hounds began to sprout from the ground. The same types that had attacked us the day before.

“I still don’t-” I said but Aizawa cut me off.

“This isn’t a you thing,” Aizawa said. “You’re trying to control your quirk too much. Instead, let it activate and see what it can do. Once upon a time your body used this skill on instinct. Let it surprise you again,” he said.

I held back any retorts and nodded. One of the many drawbacks for the quirk was that I really needed to be hit a lot. Since it was so hard to find people able to do that, I had tried to do what I could with the power. Focusing on reflection and thermal absorption. For now I needed to trust the older man knew what he was talking about.

Moved to a wide open field in the middle of the forest, Pixie sat on the shoulder of a golem she made. The two story beast stared unseeing me as two dozen rock hounds faced me. “If I watch them then they are a lot stronger and accurate,” Pixie said.

Before I could ask what she meant, one of the dog’s mouths began to glow. Rock was pulled from it’s body forming into a spherical gray stone in front of its mouth. As the rock became the size of a basketball it fired out. My body reacted on instinct. Able to sense it with Obervation Haki I dodged it easily.

“You’re supposed to get hit!” Pixie yelled.

“You’re right,” I barked back. “Do it.” Another three charged attacks. All three fired at the same time. I closed my eyes, slowly turning off sensing the spiritual energy around me. Blind for the first time in months I didn’t see them coming as the three rocks struck me at the same time. Pain poured into me. My quirk kicking it the kinetic energy of the three hits absorbed into me. Rather than damaging just where they hit the energy coursed through my body, spreading to all corners in a full second.

“Fuck!” I spat, stepping away as I pushed back the urge to start up my Observation.

“Get anything?!” Pixie yelled.

“Fuck no,” I said. “Again. Don’t stop.” Gritting my teeth I kept my eyes closed, focusing as more rocks pummeled me.

The first thing I noticed was I wasn’t as strong as I thought, or Pixie was much stronger than I expected. Like Angiea had said, I was relying much on Haki. Able to coat my body in it to limit damage, and sense everything so I wasn’t caught by surprise, I needed to relearn how to take a hit. Next I realized that I really hadn’t been hit all that bad. Or at least focused on my quirk as I was pummeled. Angiea and Evey had beat the shit out of me during training, and my quirk severely limited me from taking damage in one spot. Which was probably the only reason I hadn’t broken any bones as of yet. But during those times I focused on other skills I had.

Chakra allowed me to strengthen myself in Naruto World. Haki let me defend and prevent attacks in One Piece World. Now I was in MHA, and I had to learn how to rely on my quirk. So what did I gain from it? All three of these worlds had amazing powers, so why hadn’t I focused on my quirk as of yet.

I knew the reason of course, I didn’t know it. I had seen what Naruto and Luffy could do with the powers from their world. In MHA, everyone had different powers. I didn’t know of anything sexy or unique I could do with the power. Though there were a few heroes that could absorb kinetic energy, I hadn’t focused on them when I read the series. Besides, there was no rule book on how to go about it.

Which showed that this was the perfect opportunity to make that rule book. I would continue to jump between worlds. It was time to prove that I could gain the strength those worlds offered, and not just rely on what I knew. I had to learn to combine each and every one, setting myself apart from others.

So that became my goal as I was struck over and over by the beasts. Taking the hits, testing what could really be done. No longer telling myself the quirk wasn’t ready yet. It was time to become ready or fall.

A rock struck me in the temple, forcing me to fall as Pixiebob laughed. “Up yours!” I yelled at her as all the hounds focused attacks on me. “I didn’t mean it!” I yelled as the stone projectiles were released all at once.

—

It wasn’t until hours later that I found myself in the sunlight. Lunch had gone and passed and I was miles away from where I started. Pixiebob had upped the anty by creating one giant hound and letting it attack me with an avalanche worthy amount of rocks. Having passed out more than a few times I noticed that the devil catwoman and her summon were nowhere to be seen.

Happy with my progress, I stood up to see I was on the side of a mountain somewhere. Using chakra I stuck to the wall and was surprised to see a small boy there. He was sitting on a ledge outside of another cave. I had seen him a little around the camp, but he was only about 9 years old. Black hair, in simple shorts and a shirt, he wore a red hat that had horns on it.

“What’s up?” I asked the kid. My body sore, and plenty of bruises around my body, I at least didn’t have any broken bones.

The boy had been looking out onto the forest. He jumped in surprise as my voice brought him out of his thoughts. “What are you doing here?” He asked angrily.

“Training,” I said. Moving over I jumped to his ledge and sat next to him. “You’re that Mandelei catgirls nephew, right? What are you doing up here?”

“Sitting. Alone,” he said. I sighed and continued to stare out into the forest with him. “I thought you were supposed to be an adult. Take a hint. Go away.”

“Shhh I’m sitting in silence,” I said. Even I was out of breath as I breathed in and out. The kid tsked, annoyed with my lack of response.

I knew the kid from the manga, of course. His parents were killed or something. He and I were tied together in that way. My mom was killed by the same villain his parents were. He was all moody, which was to be expected. But I planned to make him feel better.

“My mom was killed by villains too,” I told him. “Three villains caused it. One of them is dead now. But the other two haven’t been brought to justice. Back…jeez 10 years ago. When did your parents die?”

He was quiet for a bit. Simply sitting there, he gripped his knees in anger. But the anger was at the world. He couldn’t deny our similarities. Our shared pain. He slowly spoke in a whisper.

“A few months ago. By a villain.” Tears were in his eyes as he said the words. “My parents were a superhero team. And he killed them.”

“Where is the villain now?” I asked. Not wanting to play the devils advocate but this kid and I were kindred spirits. Whether he knew it or not.

“Free. He escaped. My parents were killed and he got away. From a stupid robbery. The bastard did all this just for some money. And because of that my life is ruined,” he cried. Unable to hold back the tears. I’m sure I shed ones just like them once.

“He will pay for it,” I told him. “Both men that killed our family members. They will pay. So you just sit here and wait. Hate us kids that want to be heroes. It doesn’t matter. Because some day one of us will get him for you.”

The kid still continued to cry. He stuck out to me when I read the manga. A kid whose parents were killed by a villain, but he hated heroes. He blamed his parents for dying. They had wanted to do right and fight evil more than take care of their kid. At least that was how he saw it.

It was a shame that kids like this existed. Kids like me that couldn’t get real justice. Not with the broken system out there. In the manga his parent’s murderer would be captured. Sent to jail. Only to break out and kill more people. I planned to stop the endless cycle. It was time to kill real villains. I would start with the revenge for me and this boy.

“There you are,” Toru said. She was climbing up the side of the mountain next to us. “They are starting dinner here soon.”

“Neat,” I said, getting up. “Are you working on your chakra?” I asked, noticing her sticking to the cliff face rather easily.

“I am,” she said. “I’m getting it a little bit.” I nodded. Moving next to her I started climbing as well. “I don’t exactly understand how I’m sticking to things though.”

“I’ve thought about that too.” We started climbing up. I simply used my feet. Hands in my pockets as I ascended. Toru was barely holding on while using her hands and feet to climb next to me. “I think that the chakra affixes us to it. Making our body and the rocks one. We can also use it on water but that takes more chakra cus we are using it to spread our weight while also again making you and the water one.”

“We can walk on water?” She asked, amazed.

“Of course. But that’s harder. Baby steps, babe,” I said. “Your amount of chakra is increasing a lot though. Is your pathway training going well?”

“Yep,” she said, turning into her visible self. “I’m pretty sure it’s making me stronger too.” I leaned over, kissing her cheek.

“You’re so cute,” I said. The wide cheeks and greenish yellow hair was something I sorely missed. “Should we have a quickie?”

“Okay,” she said with a blush. “But no cumming inside. I don’t want you leaking out during dinner.” She was completely nude, but because I had chakra sense I could feel her easily.

“Deal,” I said. Leaning over, I grabbed her side and ran us up the mountain. Ready to celebrate a full day of training.

After some fun with Toru. Fucking on the top of a mountain, out of sight of everyone, we begrudgingly headed back to camp. That night we were forced to make our own dinner. The councilors gave us all the ingredients at least. I was able to show my culinary skills. Which were better than average.

I had hoped to have some fun with the girls but everyone was too exhausted to do much of anything. Night passed and we spent the next day training as well. The third day I trained with Pixiebob again, but was slowly understanding what Aizawa wanted me to learn. When I felt I was close to a breakthrough, night came again. Thankfully we were tasked with training into the night.

“This will be a test of courage,” Aizawa said. “Class 1-B is out in the forest, they will be trying to scare you. You will be split apart into groups. But those 5 of you that failed the exam-“

I stopped listening as a rush of information assailed my mind. I had never received so much information from a clone. It happened quickly and as it did, my plans for the night were ruined.

“Villains!” I yelled. “Villains are here!”