My Hero Academia: Thunder God

It was Sunday, ten o'clock in the morning, the day everyone was heading to their respective internship workplaces.

At Shizuoka Shinkansen Station, the entire Class 1-A had gathered, their presence drawing a noticeable crowd. Nearly twice the usual number of passengers stood nearby, whispering excitedly as they recognized 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 completely unfazed. His half-lidded eyes scanned the students as he spoke in his usual calm, monotone voice.

"Everyone brought their combat uniforms, right?"

His words carried a slight edge, even though his demeanor remained characteristically indifferent. Ever since the USJ incident, Aizawa seemed to hold them to an even stricter standard.

"Remember, you're not allowed to wear combat 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 workplace partner.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, it is. But honestly, it's not as far as Tokoyami's trip to Kyushu. I mean, if I were him, I'd just take a plane," Kaminari replied with a shrug, glancing 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 laughing.

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"Alright, enough chatter," Aizawa interrupted, his serious tone cutting through their conversation. "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 such incidents aren't common, 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 Class 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 turned to face them.

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

"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, watching the scene 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 classmates, he wasn't as close to him as Midoriya or Uraraka were. Besides, Kaminari believed that what Iida needed most right now wasn't words of comfort, 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 turned to give Midoriya a small smile. But as he walked away, heading toward the train to Hosu City, the smile faded, replaced by a shadowed expression.

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

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

"Minamituru County, Yamanashi Prefecture… close to Mount Fuji," he murmured, checking his itinerary.

Five minutes later, the express train pulled into the station on schedule, coming to a smooth stop in front of Kaminari. He didn't board immediately, though. He stood back and waited patiently for the departing passengers to disembark and for the cleaning crew to finish tidying the car.

About ten minutes later, the cleaning 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 placed his Pikachu backpack on the luggage rack near the car door, it only held a change of clothes and toiletries, so it wasn't particularly valuable. His combat suit box, however, was a different story.

Unlike the mythical "Sacred Cloth Box," it couldn't fly back to him if it got lost.

Carefully, Kaminari placed the box on the shelf above his seat. At the same time, a young man seated in the row ahead of him moved to store something wrapped in a long strip of black cloth on the same shelf.

Clink.

The box and the black cloth accidentally bumped into each other, producing a distinct metallic sound.

"Metal?" Kaminari thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Judging by the weight and thickness of the cloth, there wasn't just one metal object inside, it seemed to hold several.

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

"Sure," Kaminari replied, stepping back. As he did, he glanced at the man out of curiosity, but the glance turned into a double take.

"Wait… who's this guy?"

Kaminari's gaze drifted further, landing on the old man seated beside the young man. The old man's appearance was… peculiar, to say the least.

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

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

"That's my grandfather," the young man said proudly when he noticed Kaminari staring.

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

"…Matagi hunter?"

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