It was five-thirty in the morning when the second day of camp began.
The sky was still painted in cold tones, with the sun only just beginning to rise behind the mountains. The forest air was cold enough to make some students hunch their shoulders, and the low mist dragged itself across the courtyard in front of the lodge.
Class 1-A was gathered in line, all of them wearing their U.A. gym uniforms.
Some of them looked awake.
Most did not.
Kirishima yawned loudly, trying to cover his mouth with his hand.
"Man... I feel like I slept for five minutes..."
Beside him, Ryo stood with his arms crossed, his expression neutral. Unlike most of the class, he seemed relatively fine. Maybe out of habit, maybe because his body did not work exactly like a normal person's.
Dash stretched right behind him, raising his arms above his head while letting out a tired groan.
"This is thirty minutes before my normal time."
Jiro looked at him, with faint bags under her eyes.
"You wake up at six?"
"Yes."
"By choice?"
"My body wakes me up demanding food. I have a fast metabolism, you know?"
"That explains a lot."
Kaminari was practically sleeping while standing. Sero had to hold him by the shoulder when he started leaning to the side. Mina rubbed her eyes, while Uraraka tried to tie her hair in a minimally organized way. Iida, despite his obvious exhaustion, maintained his impeccable posture.
Aizawa stood in front of the class, hands in his pockets, with the same dead expression as always. Beside him, Mandalay and Pixie-Bob watched the students with curiosity, while Kota stayed farther away, sitting near the lodge entrance with the same grumpy face from the day before.
"Good morning."
The class's response to Aizawa's greeting came out weak, disorganized, and nearly dead.
"Good morning..."
Aizawa stared at them all for a few seconds.
"Today, the real training begins."
The effect of that sentence was immediate, and some students straightened their posture.
Others grew even paler.
"What you faced yesterday was only a sample," Aizawa continued. "Crumbs, compared to what you'll be doing from now on."
Kaminari widened his eyes.
"That was crumbs...?"
"Silence."
Kaminari immediately shut his mouth.
Aizawa continued walking slowly in front of the line.
"Ideally, all of you will leave this camp stronger. Strong enough to have a real chance in the provisional license exams."
His gaze passed over everyone.
"In the past few months, hostile forces have been moving more frequently. You've already felt that firsthand. USJ. I-Island. Other smaller incidents that are still being analyzed."
Midoriya clenched his hands at his sides. Todoroki remained silent, attentive. Bakugo merely narrowed his eyes, as if the words "hostile forces" were a personal invitation.
"You are not being trained to look like heroes," Aizawa said. "You are being trained to survive situations where real villains will try to kill you and the people around you."
Some of them swallowed hard.
Ryo lowered his gaze slightly in silence.
But his eyes became a little more serious.
Aizawa took a small ball out of his pocket.
"Bakugo."
He threw the ball toward the boy.
Bakugo caught it in the air with one hand.
"Huh?"
"You scored 705 meters on the first day of class," Aizawa said. "I want to see how much you've grown now."
Ryo recognized the ball immediately.
It was the same one used in the Quirk assessment test.
The memory of that first day quickly passed through his mind. The test. The distances. The loneliness. The way everyone had still been practically unknown and annoying to him.
Now it felt like it had been much longer ago.
Ryo looked at Bakugo.
"How much everyone has grown...?"
Sero raised his fist, trying to liven up the mood.
"Go for it, Bakugo! Show us what you've got!"
Kirishima also smiled, despite his exhaustion.
"Crush it, man!"
Bakugo smiled maniacally, his hand closing tightly around the ball.
"Shut up and watch, NPCs. I'll show you the clear difference in power I have over insects like you!"
Bakugo swung his arm back. Sweat began to shine in his palm. In the next instant, he launched the ball forward and detonated a massive explosion in the same motion.
BOOM!
"GO TO HELL!"
The ball vanished into the sky with a trail of smoke.
The class looked up, following its trajectory.
A minute later, Aizawa's device beeped.
He raised the screen.
"709 meters."
Bakugo's smile disappeared.
"...Huh?"
Momo blinked, surprised.
"It barely changed..."
Toru tilted her "head" to the side.
"Even after everything we've been through...?"
Kaminari looked between Bakugo and the device.
"Only four meters? What a disappointment."
"YOU WANNA DIE, SPARKY?!"
Aizawa ignored Bakugo's shout and put the device away.
"You've been through a lot these past few months. That's true. Your techniques have improved. Your ability to make decisions under pressure has improved. Many of your combat mentalities have matured."
He looked at Bakugo.
"A little."
"Tch."
He looked toward where the ball had disappeared.
"Physically, there has also been some progress."
Then his gaze returned to the students.
"But as for your Quirks, they have not kept up at the same pace."
The class grew tense.
"You've learned to use what you already had better," Aizawa said. "But you have not significantly increased the limit of what your Quirks can do."
Ryo brought a hand to his chin, thoughtful.
"I see..."
He looked at his own hands.
"But compared to the others... I was the only one who truly evolved and became stronger..."
Aizawa turned his gaze to him.
For an instant, the two stared at each other.
Then Aizawa gave a small, tired smile.
"Well. That only applies to the vast majority."
Some students discreetly looked at Ryo.
Dash did the same.
Ryo remained silent, but he understood the message.
Aizawa turned back to the entire class.
"That is why, starting today, you will strengthen your Quirks."
Pixie-Bob appeared in the background with an excited smile, her paws resting on her waist.
"This is going to be fun!"
Mandalay, beside her, merely smiled with a slightly guilty look.
Aizawa put his hands in his pockets.
"This training will be so intense that, at some point, you will wish you were dead."
The entire class went pale.
Kaminari raised his hand, trembling.
"Sensei, was that a metaphor?"
Aizawa stared at him.
"No."
Kaminari lowered his hand.
Aizawa turned his back.
"So do your best to stay alive."
Aizawa turned to Mandalay.
"Let's begin. Call the others."
Mandalay nodded.
"Understood."
Pixie-Bob smiled from ear to ear, clapping her paws together.
"Mew, mew! Time to make these kittens strong!"
Ryo let out a low sigh.
Dash looked at him.
"Do you think he's really going to go hard on us?"
"Yes."
"Yeah... We're screwed."
Ryo stared at the forest around them, then at Aizawa, then at Pixie-Bob, who was smiling as if she were about to go to an amusement park.
She noticed Ryo's lost stare on her and struck a pose, raising a peace sign beside her face, sticking out her tongue and giving the boy a playful wink.
"Heh~"
Ryo's face wrinkled into an ugly grimace at the sight, already not liking what awaited him that day.
Aizawa coughed and cleared his throat to get Pixie-Bob's attention, and she immediately returned to a professional posture.
"Some of you formed groups according to our instructions. Training begins now."
The class moved reluctantly, still sleepy, hungry, and nervous.
But despite everything, no one backed down.
Because deep down, they all knew.
After USJ.
After the Festival.
After the Internships.
After I-Island.
After everything they had seen.
They needed to get stronger.
And that camp was not going to let them forget that for even a second.
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While Class 1-A had already been dragged into hell since 5:30 in the morning, Class 1-B only started showing up some time later.
The lodge next door was still silent when the door opened and Vlad King stepped out first, arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. Class B's teacher looked toward the distant courtyard, where screams, explosions, ice, smoke, and the sounds of impacts were already echoing nonstop.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Come on. They've already started."
Behind him, Class B gradually came out, still waking up.
Some were yawning. Others tried to fix their gym uniforms while walking. Monoma, surprisingly, seemed far too excited for someone who had been knocked out by Pony the day before.
"Ah, so Class A started before us?" he said, smiling. "How adorable. Maybe they really do need extra time to compensate for certain weak—"
Kendo raised her hand.
Monoma immediately shut his mouth.
"I wasn't even finished."
"Exactly," Kendo replied.
Pony was farther back, looking at the courtyard with curiosity. When she heard the screams in the distance, she tilted her head.
"That sounds painful... I hope they are taking it easy on Dash..."
Vlad King looked at the class.
"Don't just stand there. You will be starting soon too."
Class B followed him to the training area.
As soon as they reached the main field, everyone stopped for a moment.
Class 1-A was spread across different sections of the terrain, each one facing a specific type of personalized torture.
Kaminari was kneeling on the ground, surrounded by metal rods that sucked away his discharges until his hair stood on end. Momo was creating objects nonstop while eating alongside Rikido, with Ragdoll writing everything down and shouting encouragement. Sero was training at the edge of a cliff, constantly shooting out his tape, while Mina climbed a wall by melting the stone with acid to create footholds.
Iida was running in circles through the green area, dodging trees, braking, turning, and accelerating without losing control. Todoroki alternated between ice and fire inside a bathtub to keep the water at room temperature, while Bakugo submerged his hands in hot water to sweat more and then exploded right after, repeating the process without rest.
And in the center of it all, Tiger shouted orders at those in the physical combat group.
"Posture! Stance! If you can't control your body, your Quirk will only throw you to the ground faster!"
Beside Tiger was Tony.
He wore simple training clothes and combat gloves, with an expression far too calm for someone standing in the middle of that chaos. Midoriya was in front of him, panting, his arms raised in guard.
"Again," Tony said.
Midoriya took a deep breath.
"Yes!"
He advanced with Full Cowling, trying to close the distance with a quick jab. Tony tilted his body just enough for the blow to pass beside his face.
Then he smiled.
Swag Face
Midoriya froze for a fraction of a second.
His attention was pulled toward Tony's face, toward the confident smile, toward the absurdly carefree expression, as if Midoriya's brain had decided it needed to understand why that man looked so swag.
And with that, his own expression began to change to replicate Tony's same expression, the 10 seconds already counting down.
And that fraction was enough.
Tony landed a straight punch to Midoriya's chest.
"Ugh!"
Midoriya stepped back, but Tony was already on him. A jab to the shoulder. A cross that stopped a few centimeters from his jaw. A hook to the abdomen, controlled, but strong enough to make him bend over.
"Eyes are important," Tony said. "But in a real fight, they can also deceive you. Sometimes, trusting too much in what you see can make you slow, predictable... or even put you at a disadvantage. That's why you need to learn how to use your other senses to cover those flaws!"
Midoriya gritted his teeth.
"Understood!"
He advanced again.
This time, he tried not to look directly at Tony's face, focusing on his strikes and reading his movements better. He dodged the jab, blocked the cross, and tried to counterattack with a short punch.
Tony smiled.
"Good adaptation."
Midoriya almost smiled too.
Then Tony kicked the side of his leg, destabilizing him.
"But now it's kickboxing."
"Wait, wha—"
Another kick came toward his ribs. Midoriya blocked it with his arm, but the impact made him slide across the ground. Tony rotated his hips and launched a high kick. Midoriya ducked at the last second, feeling the wind pass over his head.
"He changed his style completely!"
Midoriya tried to enter close range again.
Tony allowed it.
The instant Midoriya reached arm's length, Tony grabbed his wrist, rotated his body, and used the boy's own momentum against him.
"Now judo."
The world flipped.
Midoriya slammed onto the ground on his back.
"GH—!"
Tony released his arm and calmly stepped away.
"You're very good at adapting during a fight. That's great." He raised a finger. "But you're still adapting too late."
Tiger crossed his arms, satisfied.
"Good. Get up, Midoriya. Again."
Midoriya stared at the sky for a second.
"...Yes."
Tony smiled.
"I'll try not to use my Quirk too many times so things don't become too unfair, okay?"
"Okay..."
Class B stared at that without a reaction for a few seconds.
Tetsutetsu broke into a smile.
"Damn! That guy is strong!"
Kendo looked at Tony, then at Tiger.
"So this is hand-to-hand combat training..."
Monoma tried to smile.
"Hmph. Nothing Class B couldn't do in a superior way."
At that moment, Midoriya was thrown to the ground again.
Monoma fell silent.
"Maybe with some preparation."
On the other side of the field, Dash was trapped inside a translucent force bubble.
The bubble floated a few meters above the ground, created by Violet, who was sitting in a folding chair with her arms crossed and an expression of very little patience.
Inside the bubble, Dash ran.
The surface of the bubble spun beneath his feet like a giant hamster wheel. Each step he took made the bubble vibrate and glow slightly, absorbing the impact and keeping him trapped in the same place.
Violet looked at a meter on the tablet.
"303,851 mph..."
Dash gritted his teeth, his body becoming a blond blur inside the sphere.
"306,336..."
The bubble began to hiss.
"310,686..."
For three seconds, Dash maintained his maximum speed.
Then he began to lose rhythm.
"No, no, no—"
His legs failed.
He fell against the inner surface of the bubble and started rolling with his own momentum, spinning several times like clothes inside a washing machine.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Violet did not even move.
"And... 310,874 mph is the new record."
Dash kept rolling.
"I'm gonna throw up!"
"Hold it in. I don't want to see anything disgusting first thing in the morning."
He finally stopped, stuck sideways against the inner surface of the bubble, panting, sweaty, and with his eyes spinning.
"I'm... hungry..."
"You're always hungry."
"Because I'm a calorie-burning machine, Violet!"
"Then burn more until you turn into a stick."
Dash raised his head, staring at his sister through the bubble.
"Again... can you tell me why you're here?"
Violet narrowed her eyes.
"I already told you. Because Mom sent me."
"Okay... But that doesn't explain why you're angry at me."
"I'm not angry at you."
She moved her hand.
The bubble swayed in the air.
Dash slipped and fell face-first onto the curved surface.
"You are!"
Violet let out an irritated sigh.
"During the I-Island incident, Tony and I were sleeping at the hotel."
Dash blinked, still lying down.
"As usual, I put a soundproof bubble around the bed before going to sleep. So we didn't hear anything from the mess happening outside."
She let out a sigh as she brought her hands up to cover her face, blushing with irritation and embarrassment.
"And when Mom found out, she was furious. She said adults like Tony and me should have helped with the situation, not slept while my brother and a bunch of teenagers did all the heavy lifting."
Dash blinked once more before opening a teasing smile.
"So she grounded you, hehe~"
"Yes." Violet pointed at him. "And you're going to be next if you don't shut your mouth and run."
She shook the bubble again.
Dash stood up, staggering.
"You know this is sibling abuse?"
"Run."
"I'm telling Mom."
"Go ahead. She's the one who sent me here to do this anyway."
Dash fell silent.
Then he started running again.
Class B watched it all with varied expressions.
Pony, in particular, looked worried.
"Dash-kun..."
While the entire field looked like a personalized nightmare, there was one strangely peaceful corner.
Ryo was sitting in front of a folding table set up in the middle of the field.
There was a simple chair, a pile of books, and a bottle of water beside him.
No monsters.
No combat.
No running.
Only studying.
Pixie-Bob came walking up to him with an enormous pile of books in her arms. The thick, heavy covers displayed titles like The Feynman Lectures on Physics, Fundamentals of Physics, Introduction to Electrodynamics, Introductory Nuclear Physics, Thermodynamics and an Introduction to Thermostatistics, Concepts of Modern Physics, Introduction to Quantum Mechanics, ClassicalMechanics, Gravitation, Discovering Quarks, The Theory of Special and General Relativity, Nuclear Physics: Principles andApplications and The 4 Fundamental Forces of the Universe.
She dropped the books onto the table with a heavy thud.
Ryo looked at the pile.
Then at her.
Pixie-Bob arched an eyebrow.
"I have no idea how this is going to help with your training."
Ryo picked up the first book.
"It will help."
"If you say so..." She placed her hands on her waist. "Eraser's orders. He said your training was different, even though you look like a physical combatant at first glance."
Ryo opened the book to the first page.
"Yeah."
Pixie-Bob leaned a little closer to him, smiling mischievously.
"But if you need help, you can call me."
Ryo did not raise his gaze.
"Understood."
She brought a paw to her lips and blew him a little kiss.
"I'll come running, okay?"
Ryo turned a page.
"Thank you."
Inside, his thought was very different.
"No fucking way am I calling her at any point."
Pixie-Bob skipped away, clearly satisfied.
Ryo was left alone in the middle of the field, surrounded by screams, explosions, impacts, ice, fire, wind, and a bubble where Dash was running as if his life depended on it.
He looked at the thermodynamics book.
Then at Midoriya being taken down by Tony once again.
Then he returned to the book.
"Best training in the field," he murmured, before starting to read.
The training plan was simple, at least on paper.
Ever since Nezu received David Shield's report on Ryo's Quirk, his training had changed. Before, the priority had been practical: endurance, energy release, damage control, and containment of the dangerous radiation he emitted. Now, the goal was to discover whether David's theory was correct.
Ryo's Quirk may not be solely the manipulation of "Nuclear Energy".
Maybe he really could manipulate something much broader.
The Nuclear Spectrum.
Strong force.
Weak force.
Electromagnetism.
Fundamental interactions tied to matter and energy on a scale most people could not even imagine.
Ryo ran his fingers over a page of Introductory Nuclear Physics, reading about decays, nuclear stability, and interactions between particles. Then he looked at Introduction to Quantum Mechanics, trying to follow an explanation about states, operators, and probabilities.
His forehead creased.
"This is going to be a pain to understand."
He did not close the book.
He only moved on to another one.
Introduction to Electrodynamics seemed less unbearable.
Not because it was easy.
It was not.
But there was something there that his mind could fit together better. Fields. Waves. Frequency. Electromagnetic radiation. Things he had already felt before, even without knowing how to properly name them.
Ryo picked up a notebook and wrote down a few words.
Electric field. Magnetic field. Electromagnetic wave. Propagation. Frequency. Wavelength.
He stared at the terms for a few seconds.
On I-Island, against that Sentinel in the ocean, he had felt something similar. Waves around the machine's body. Rings that seemed to propel its movement. Later, when he understood the relationship with coils and Gauss cannons, his mind translated that into a practical form he could use.
Gauss Propulsion.
That had worked because he had not tried to force the answer. He understood the logic first. Then his subconscious found the path.
Ryo rested his elbow on the table and stared at the page.
"So that's it."
He did not need to memorize everything.
He needed to find the pattern.
It was like assembling a map.
Each concept was a piece. Magnetic field connected to current. Current connected to charge. Accelerated charge connected to electromagnetic radiation. Radiation split by frequency. Radio waves were only one range within that.
Ryo's mind began to work faster.
The important words stood out. The most useful formulas stuck in his head. The useless parts for immediate application were discarded almost automatically. He was not trying to understand all of physics. He was trying to turn theory into a command.
"Radio waves..."
He pulled over another book, a simpler volume on the fundamentals of waves and telecommunications. Compared to the others, it was almost friendly.
Ryo read in silence.
Radio waves were low-frequency electromagnetic radiation compared to visible light, X-rays, or gamma rays. They could carry information. They could pass through certain obstacles. They could be reflected by objects, depending on frequency, material, and distance. They were used in communication, transmission, and radar.
Ryo stopped at one section.
"Radar..."
His eyes moved over the explanation.
The principle was simple enough for him to understand: emit a wave, wait for its return, compare the time and pattern of the reflection, then estimate the object's position, shape, or movement.
It was not real sonar. Sonar used sound.
But the idea of echolocation was similar.
Emit.
Receive.
Interpret.
Ryo looked at the field ahead.
Midoriya was being slammed into the ground by Tony again. Dash was running inside Violet's bubble. Bakugo was pulling his hands out of the hot water to explode the air above it once more. The entire field was full of movement, noise, and energy.
A perfect environment to test it.
Ryo closed the book for a moment and placed both hands on the table.
"First, feel."
He closed his eyes.
At first, he only felt the usual.
Heat.
Vibration.
His own breathing.
The pulse in his wrist.
Then he went deeper.
Little by little, his perception began to change. The physical world did not disappear, but it became covered by another layer. An invisible layer, full of tiny ripples crossing the air.
He felt the natural electromagnetic waves first.
Weak.
Scattered.
Hard to separate.
The Earth's field, distant signals, interference from the lodge's equipment, Violet's tablet, the Pussycats' communicators, Aizawa's phone, even small oscillations coming from the electronic devices stored inside the building.
It was like trying to listen to a conversation in a room full of people talking at the same time.
Ryo took a deep breath.
"Let's try to filter..."
He tried to separate what was constant from what was useful. The background grew lower. The more defined signals began to take shape. The longer waves seemed easier to follow than the more aggressive frequencies. Less violent. Less chaotic.
Ryo opened his eyes and returned to the book.
He read more.
Antennas.
Emission.
Reflection.
Wavelength.
Interaction with surfaces.
He wrote quickly.
The tip of the pencil stopped over the last sentence.
Translate.
That was the problem.
Creating waves might be easy.
Interpreting the return was something else.
Ryo stared at the notes with such intensity that the noise around him seemed to fade.
The table lost its sharpness.
The words in the book began to stand out one by one.
Then the edges of the page fragmented.
Ryo did not notice it immediately.
The wood of the table split into white pieces.
The air around him did as well.
The book, the pencil, the water bottle, the training field, everything began to separate into puzzle pieces, slowly floating around him.
Ryo blinked.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in that white place once more.
The Subconscious Cognitive Domain.
He remained seated in the same position, but now the table was made of floating pieces. The books hovered open around him, with formulas, diagrams, and loose words detaching from the pages and turning into small colored fragments.
A blue piece appeared in front of him.
EMISSION
Another green one appeared beside it.
REFLECTION
A red one came next.
RETURN
And a white one, larger, incomplete.
INTERPRETATION
Ryo looked at them.
"So that's what's missing."
He took the emission piece and fitted it into the reflection piece. The two glowed faintly. Then he connected return. The structure became more stable, but it was still incomplete.
The white piece resisted.
Ryo frowned.
"Interpret return as shape..."
He tried to fit it in.
It did not work.
"Interpret it as distance?"
The piece moved slightly.
"As position?"
Another fit.
"As a map."
The piece slid into place.
The small set glowed.
The light spread through the white space like a circular wave.
Outside, in the real field, Ryo opened his eyes.
An invisible wave left his body.
It was not an explosion.
It made no wind.
It raised no dust.
It only crossed the field in silence.
Ryo felt the return immediately.
And almost vomited.
Too much information entered his head all at once.
The position of the table.
The exact distance between him and the water bottle.
The shape of the chairs.
Pixie-Bob's legs walking far away.
Aizawa's body near a tree.
Dash inside the bubble, spinning at high speed.
Violet outside it, holding the tablet.
Midoriya on the ground.
Tony standing.
Bakugo exploding the air.
Todoroki creating ice.
Iida running.
Ragdoll turning her face.
Mandalay speaking.
Monoma getting beaten up by Tiger.
Pony watching Dash from afar while training.
Trees.
Rocks.
Insects.
Leaves.
Roots beneath the ground.
Equipment inside the lodge.
Pipes in the walls.
Nails in the wood.
The entire field became a map inside his head.
But not a pretty map.
It was a brutally detailed drawing, full of lines, echoes, distances, and shapes appearing all at the same time, as if someone had shoved hundreds of screens into his eyes.
Ryo grabbed the edge of the table.
"Gh..."
His real vision trembled.
Over it, the image of the field continued. He saw the table in front of him and, at the same time, saw the table as volume, outline, reflection, and return. He saw his own body sitting there. He saw the blood running under his skin like small interferences.
That made his stomach churn.
"This is... too much... information..."
He tried to reduce the field.
The wave shrank a little.
But the return was still too strong.
The headache came soon after, like pressure behind his eyes. His nose began to burn.
A drop of blood fell onto the open page of Introduction to Electrodynamics.
Ryo truly opened his eyes and undid the wave.
The field disappeared.
The world went back to being just the world.
Noisy.
Confusing.
But normal.
Ryo breathed hard, one hand still gripping the table. Blood ran from his nose to his upper lip, and his head throbbed as if he had taken a very hard blow.
Aizawa noticed from afar and narrowed his eyes.
Ryo raised a hand before the teacher could come over to him.
"I'm... fine..."
Aizawa did not look convinced.
Ryo wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. His body was still nauseous, but there was something strange in his chest.
Anxiety.
Not from fear.
From discovery.
He looked at the notes.
Emit. Receive. Interpret. Map.
A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It worked."
He looked at the field ahead.
This time, it did not seem like just a place full of obstacles and people.
It seemed like a space he could learn to read without using his eyes.
It was still brutal.
Painful.
Dangerous if he overdid it.
But it was still incredible and fascinating.
Ryo turned his gaze back to the book stained with a drop of blood.
Then he opened the page about radar again.
"Let's try gain."
He took a deep breath.
"But with a smaller one this time..."
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(A/N: This chapter took longer to come out because I lingered a bit on my research about radio waves. I didn't expect to find so many interesting things to do with them. I think I ended up giving you a little lesson because of that.
Anyway, before I go, I'd like a little help from you. I'm helping a friend write a fanfic and I'd like you to help him choose a hero name for his MC, who will have a quirk that allows him to stack anything.
The options are:
- All-stacked
- Stackback
- Stackpoint
Feel free to vote for whichever you think is best; he'll probably like the result anyway (He likes all the options, he's just lost).
That's all for now, see you tomorrow!)