Chapter:44 Money can't buy happiness??
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Nezu, closing the file, smiled softly. "This Itachi Yaoyorozu... he's different. He's more than just a student. He's someone who understands the complexities of the world far beyond the average hero in training."
Midnight, always more attuned to the background of students, interjected, "But isn't he from a wealthy family?"
Gran Torino shook his head. "Money can't buy happiness or shield you from the harshness of life."
At that moment, Nezu, scanning the monitor, pointed toward the screen. "Look, Itachi is about to face Kaina in a match."
Eraser Head's eyes narrowed, studying the situation. "Kaina, one of our top students."
Midnight smirked. "She's ruthless with that quirk of hers."
Gran Torino leaned back, smiling with pride. She's in my class, after all. Let's see what he's made of."
Eraser Head turned his focus entirely on the screen. Gran Torino, noticing his intent gaze, teased, "So the new teacher's interested in this student, huh?"
Eraser Head didn't deny it. "Students like him are rare. There's something about him..."
Nezu said our Aizawa's first homeroom teacher at UA high
Gran Torino nodded. "I agree. Look at his demeanor—he's calm, even in the face of an unpredictable quirk like Kaina's."
They all watched closely as the match unfolded. Suddenly, Gran Torino pointed toward the screen. "Look! His eyes!"
Eraser Head, ever observant, nodded. "It's similar to mine..."
Nezu, flipping through the file, confirmed their suspicions. "It's called the Sharingan—his quirk. According to the report, it allows him to see things in slow motion and predict movement."
Midnight raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, it's a visual quirk. But just how strong is it?"
Eraser Head, determination clear in his voice, said, "I want him in my class."
Nezu, with a knowing smile, nodded. "It's done. We'll assign Itachi Yaoyorozu to Class 1-A."
As the faculty members watched the match, they knew this student wasn't just skilled—he was something more, someone who could change the very dynamics of hero training at U.A. High.
Itachi stood outside, gazing into the distance, lost in thought. What was she trying to say? The question lingered in his mind, drawing him deeper into contemplation, until the soft ping of a notification pulled him back to the present.
Message:
Keigo: Bro, where are you?
Itachi: Gate B.
A few moments passed before the reply came in.
Keigo: Bro, the practical exams are already over. Why are you still standing there? Wait… you're waiting for someone, aren't you? [smirk emoji]
Itachi's gaze flickered a brief hesitation before typing.
Itachi: Yes.
Keigo: Alright, bro. Have fun. We'll catch up tomorrow… after the results.
Itachi: Yeah.
Keigo: (A final message popped up, accompanied by a playful GIF of a woman with a sultry voice: "Enjoy…")
Itachi looked at his phone and sighed, shaking his head slightly. He'll never change, he thought. As his gaze shifted to his hands, still bruised and battered, he muttered, I really don't want to go to the infirmary...
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting."
Itachi turned, and there stood Kaina Tsutsumi, dressed in her UA uniform. She gave him a polite nod.
"I'm sorry, Yaoyorozu-kun."
Itachi shook his head. "It's okay, Tsutsumi-san."
She smiled warmly, her eyes brightening as she added, "I must say, your fight was incredible."
He gave a small, humble smile. "Thank you."
Kaina's expression turned more confident as she continued. "And I know you're already selected."
Itachi blinked, surprised by her certainty. "Thank you... I hope so."
She waved off his modesty. "You don't need to be so humble." Then, with a curious glance, she asked, "Your quirk... what exactly is it? Those illusions... they were terrifying. How did you know I was afraid of centipedes?"
Itachi hesitated, his mind scrambling for the right words. "Ah... as I cast the illusion, I can understand what someone fears," he admitted, his voice quiet.
Kaina noticed his hesitation and smiled softly. "You don't have to feel awkward about it. It's your quirk, and I don't mind. But... it was a little embarrassing."
Itachi chuckled lightly. "Next time, no centipedes."
Kaina laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Next time, show me something cute instead."
Itachi's eyes widened at her words, a memory flashing before him. He recalled a similar phrase from Erika: "If you ever use your quirk again... make it something cute next time, okay?"
He composed himself quickly, forcing a small, sad smile. "Okay."
Kaina's smile faded slightly as she noticed the sadness in his eyes. She decided to change the subject, glancing at her watch. "It's time to go now. We'll see each other in few days."
"Few days?" Itachi asked, raising a brow.
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "At UA High."
Itachi smiled back. "Sure."
Kaina's gaze shifted to his bruised hands. "I told you to go to the infirmary, didn't I?"
Itachi glanced at his hand, trying to downplay it. "Yes, but—"
She cut him off, her voice firm. "No buts. You know, I was honestly shocked when you grabbed that bullet with your bare hands." She reached out, gently taking his hand in hers, examining the bruises. The skin was torn away, revealing the deep purple and blue veins underneath.
Her eyes narrowed in frustration. "Look at this! Your skin is torn apart."
Itachi tried to pull his hand away. "It's nothing."
Kaina snapped and, without hesitation, dragged Itachi to the infirmary. As they entered, Itachi, still slightly taken aback, noticed a short, elderly woman with gray hair styled into a netted bun, a large syringe poking out from the left side of it. She wore a doctor's lab coat and a dress, her demeanor calm but authoritative. It didn't take long for him to realize who she was: the Youthful Heroine, Recovery Girl.
She looked up and smiled warmly. "Oh, Kaina, it's good to see you here." Her eyes shifted to the boy beside her. "And who's this?"
Kaina gestured toward Itachi's hand. "Ma'am, he needs treatment."
Recovery Girl glanced at Itachi's bruised and battered hand, her eyes narrowing in understanding. "Boy, sit here," she instructed, her voice soft but firm.
Itachi sighed, resigned, and took a seat on the bed. Recovery Girl examined his hand, then stretched her lips to an abnormal length and kissed his injured hand. Itachi blinked in surprise, but when he looked down, his hand was fully healed.
A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he thought to himself, This must have taken some of my life energy...
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