Superheroes are Normal?
When you arrived at the training grounds, you realized that this was where the school budget was mainly focused on taking care of. There were many mock-scenarios for training grounds, some being built to resemble an urban location, while others were even as specific as a beach or water-dense area. August seemed to be just as impressed and shocked, but he didn’t seem nervous at all.
August’s head turned towards you, “I think we should just go for a large, open area. I’ll teach you some hand-to-hand combat that could maybe help. I could also show you how my power works if we have enough time…”
You nodded, still incredibly jittery from the thoughts rushing around in your head. You’re so behind compared to everyone else, heck, you don’t even know what the heck your power’s gonna even be! While all of these other kids are here in this school to improve on what they have, you’re here because you need to actually receive what everyone else already has. You realized that you were a literal decade behind almost everyone else here, and oh boy, did that make your confidence reach an all-time low.
August seemed to notice your struggle, and tried his best to comfort you, “I wouldn’t worry about it. I find you to be more than capable of achieving everything these people can.” He gestured to a couple of students sparing with their powers, “I remember reading something from a book, and apparently the longer it takes for a quirk to manifest, the stronger it’ll be. That came from medical records, so I think you should be really confident in yourself due to the fact that your power has been delayed by a decade.”
You don’t know why, but you found August’s words to be somewhat soothing on your mental state, purely based on the fact that he read that information in reliable medical records.
“Yeah, one of the main reasons I got into this school is because the school wants to watch over me, just to see how far that medical theory goes. It kinda makes me feel sick.” You mumbled due to you being in a grumpy mood.
August sighed, “I...know how you feel, but I can tell you that punching helps...kinda.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the kid was way too blunt for his own good.
. . .
You, a bruised arm, a jammed finger, and a slightly bloody knee.
Him, a hurt ankle, a few gut-punches, and a black-eye.
To the both of you, this training has been a success, even if it had been only for powerless combat improvement.
August stood up lazily and gently rubbed his black and blue eye, “I didn’t expect for you to catch on so fast...my father had to teach me those techniques for a month straight in order for me to get it down.” Then, he smiled lightly to himself, “I guess that just makes me a better teacher than him...I should just keep proving him to be inferior to me, huh…”
You looked towards August while brushing the dirt and grime off your training clothes, “You really don’t like your dad, huh? Is...there a reason?” You questioned the other.
“So many reasons...but, it’s personal...if you leak it to the press then cameras will be in my face for the rest of my life.” He responded, tone a bit too bitter for your taste.
“Uh, I don’t have a single tie to the media, and also, who the heck would believe a testimony from a freshman in high school?” You’ve gotta admit, there was nothing about that sentence that August could rebuttal against, and that made you kinda proud of yourself.
August went silent for a moment, he then started to massage his temples, as if having a migraine, “You’ve...got a good point. I...I’ll tell you about a bit of it during dinner, and if all goes well…maybe a bit at the dorms.”
Your head perked up, “Dorms? When were there dorms?”
“There are students coming from all around the country, and you expect them to fly back after the end of the day? Yes, of course we had dormitories.” He quickly explained, while you sat there, feeling stupid.
August also explained that there was a free period of an hour and a half or so before dinner in the dining hall. He quickly said his goodbyes to you because of his intense need of wanting to get clean and bandage himself up from the mock-fights.
You started to walk to, what August said, was the direction of your class’s dormitory. You trotted slowly, thinking about what you should do for the next hour and a half...
August’s head turned towards you, “I think we should just go for a large, open area. I’ll teach you some hand-to-hand combat that could maybe help. I could also show you how my power works if we have enough time…”
You nodded, still incredibly jittery from the thoughts rushing around in your head. You’re so behind compared to everyone else, heck, you don’t even know what the heck your power’s gonna even be! While all of these other kids are here in this school to improve on what they have, you’re here because you need to actually receive what everyone else already has. You realized that you were a literal decade behind almost everyone else here, and oh boy, did that make your confidence reach an all-time low.
August seemed to notice your struggle, and tried his best to comfort you, “I wouldn’t worry about it. I find you to be more than capable of achieving everything these people can.” He gestured to a couple of students sparing with their powers, “I remember reading something from a book, and apparently the longer it takes for a quirk to manifest, the stronger it’ll be. That came from medical records, so I think you should be really confident in yourself due to the fact that your power has been delayed by a decade.”
You don’t know why, but you found August’s words to be somewhat soothing on your mental state, purely based on the fact that he read that information in reliable medical records.
“Yeah, one of the main reasons I got into this school is because the school wants to watch over me, just to see how far that medical theory goes. It kinda makes me feel sick.” You mumbled due to you being in a grumpy mood.
August sighed, “I...know how you feel, but I can tell you that punching helps...kinda.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the kid was way too blunt for his own good.
. . .
You, a bruised arm, a jammed finger, and a slightly bloody knee.
Him, a hurt ankle, a few gut-punches, and a black-eye.
To the both of you, this training has been a success, even if it had been only for powerless combat improvement.
August stood up lazily and gently rubbed his black and blue eye, “I didn’t expect for you to catch on so fast...my father had to teach me those techniques for a month straight in order for me to get it down.” Then, he smiled lightly to himself, “I guess that just makes me a better teacher than him...I should just keep proving him to be inferior to me, huh…”
You looked towards August while brushing the dirt and grime off your training clothes, “You really don’t like your dad, huh? Is...there a reason?” You questioned the other.
“So many reasons...but, it’s personal...if you leak it to the press then cameras will be in my face for the rest of my life.” He responded, tone a bit too bitter for your taste.
“Uh, I don’t have a single tie to the media, and also, who the heck would believe a testimony from a freshman in high school?” You’ve gotta admit, there was nothing about that sentence that August could rebuttal against, and that made you kinda proud of yourself.
August went silent for a moment, he then started to massage his temples, as if having a migraine, “You’ve...got a good point. I...I’ll tell you about a bit of it during dinner, and if all goes well…maybe a bit at the dorms.”
Your head perked up, “Dorms? When were there dorms?”
“There are students coming from all around the country, and you expect them to fly back after the end of the day? Yes, of course we had dormitories.” He quickly explained, while you sat there, feeling stupid.
August also explained that there was a free period of an hour and a half or so before dinner in the dining hall. He quickly said his goodbyes to you because of his intense need of wanting to get clean and bandage himself up from the mock-fights.
You started to walk to, what August said, was the direction of your class’s dormitory. You trotted slowly, thinking about what you should do for the next hour and a half...