Conditioning

She hit the floor with a loud thump, groaning with the impact. Every muscle in her body felt like it was being put to the max.

"Again", the instructor spoke, staring down at her with his blank face.

Her training with a pro hero named 'quickfist' had begun three months prior. Enji still trained her with Shoto, but their quirks were too different for it to be overwhelmingly effective. They decided to push her into mixed martial arts and Akido, relying on her previous experience. Old Anistasia had been in self-defense classes and her muscles remembered that, so she progressed extremely quickly.

Enji saw another 'back-up' plan in her and wanted her to be close to Shoto's level by the time school started up. Quickfist was a martial artist with a nearly impenetrable constitution from Nepal, Enji had worked with him in the past.

With effort, she got up again, her body already healing, dammit. Making the first move, she swung her leg in an arc to hit his shoulder, using the torque of her hips to land a more powerful kick. Fist blocked her foot with his arm and jabbed his other into her abs. The strike sent her onto the floor once again.

"Up"

This time she yelled as she chopped at his right leg, keeping her stance low. He leaped over her chop, kicking her in the head doing so.

"Again."

This went on for several hours.

They had noticed fairly early on that her quirk was somewhat reflexive or adaptive, whether that was just her brain or the quirk itself they didn't know. Every time she was hit, her constitution slowly improved. By the end of the first month, she no longer got sore. By the end of the second month, her bones healed in days. Now, her bones wouldn't even fracture from harder kicks from Lión, Quickfist's real name.

They had narrowed it down to the smoke. She could form it at will, but it was also what was enhancing her body. Over time, her cells were transforming into carriers for the smoke, which was slightly terrifying.

Her wings were a slight problem, but they were easily manipulated to her advantage, two extra limbs are never a bad thing in combat.

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Ani had learned that Enji was not used to people not complaining. It didn't occur to him she might be overworked and didn't have the confidence to bring it up. 14 hours of her day were structured perfectly for training and conditioning because it was made under the assumption she wouldn't follow it perfectly. If she didn't heal as fast she did there would be intense problems in her muscles and mental state, not taking damage helped.

She had three more months of this as well, which was not a comforting notion.

She had also learned that the other Todoroki's rarely talked. Sometimes Shoto would talk to her, but now he saw her as another way for his father to brutalize him.

But by far the weirdest thing was the fuck off massive scythe she found outside her door when she went to bed that night.

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"What the fuck.", Ani spoke as she gingerly picked up the scythe, long hair falling as she bent. When she touched it, she felt it resonate with her. Something shiny caught her eye and she watched golden lettering slowly appear as if written on the handle.

'Anistasia Frasier - Ataraxia'

She pondered that, Ataraxia. Then she realized she wasn't weirded out....which weirded her out. she dropped the scythe and it disappeared and an excruciating feeling came from her back. She screamed as her back contorted and blood matted her Gi.

People came rushing down the hall towards her after hearing the noise but only saw her crumpled form on the ground.

Enji, one of the 'responders', immediately carried her to the front of the house while telling a maid to call an ambulance. She wasn't breathing, but she already didn't do that, so it wasn't much to go off of. He gently scratched her arm with a pen and watched it heal, which calmed any worries he had.

He nearly laughed when he realized he have to

explain this to the paramedics.