Training Arc 1
Three Months Before the U.A. Entrance Exams
The hollow clang of metal echoed through the abandoned industrial yard as Sasaki Kenjiro's mochi-coated fist punched clean through a reinforced steel drum. Shards of metal scattered across the cracked pavement.
His arm snapped back into place with a sticky slap, shifting from hardened mochi to flesh.
Sweat dripped from his brow. His grin widened.
"Finally."
Six months of brutal, obsessive training. Six months of pushing himself past the point of exhaustion. Of failures, broken bones, and mochi that refused to obey. And now?
He'd mastered it.
Kenjiro rolled his shoulders, his muscles rippling with subtle movement as mochi threaded just beneath the surface of his skin, ready to harden or soften at will. His control, once erratic and crude, was now seamless.
"Time to test the new tricks."
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Technique #1: Mochi Drill Gatling
Kenjiro crouched low, arms elongating and spinning into a high-speed blur.
With a sharp grunt, he let loose—
BRRRRRRT!
A storm of fists hammered into a wall of junked car parts. Metal shrieked and crumpled as each blow drilled through like a jackhammer possessed.
When the dust settled, only shredded metal and crushed steel remained.
Kenjiro stepped back, shaking out his arms. "Not bad. Could use more rotation speed, though."
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Technique #2: Mochi Hydra
He exhaled and concentrated.
His arms split—not in two, but into five writhing, serpentine tendrils, each one capable of acting independently. One shot forward and pierced a cinderblock wall. Another wrapped around a rusted steel beam and snapped it like a twig.
Kenjiro chuckled. "Multi-target suppression. Perfect for a villain swarm."
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Technique #3: Mochi Doppelganger
He placed his palm on the ground. Mochi peeled away from his side and rose, taking humanoid form—his exact double, down to the smirk.
It mimicked his stance, then gave him a lazy salute.
"Yo."
Kenjiro blinked. "Okay. That's freaky."
The clone melted back into him.
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The Final Test: Full-Body Awakening
Kenjiro stood still, focusing on every fiber of his being.
His body began to ripple, his skin bubbling as his entire form turned into swirling, semi-liquid mochi. Then—he hardened.
The result was a towering armored figure, gleaming like polished white stone, layered in dense mochi plating.
He slammed a fist into the ground—
BOOM.
A crater exploded beneath him, spiderweb cracks splitting the pavement.
Kenjiro flexed, reverting to his regular form.
"Hell yeah. That's the one."
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A Voice in the Wind
"KENJIRO, THAT WAS AMAZING!"
Kenjiro whipped around, heart leaping into his throat.
Standing by the fence was none other than Midoriya Izuku—wide-eyed, panting, notebook in hand, and stars practically bursting out of his face.
"How long have you been there?!"
"Ten minutes!" Midoriya squeaked. "I didn't want to interrupt, but those techniques! The way you utilize elasticity and hardness simultaneously—it's like watching Luffy and Mount Lady combined! And that hydra form—!"
Kenjiro groaned, rubbing his face. "Breathe, Deku. You're short-circuiting."
Midoriya took a shaky breath, then perked up again. "Wait! That armor mode—is that based on Busoshoku Haki from One Piece?!"
Kenjiro froze. "You... actually caught that?"
"I, uh… binged it after you mentioned it," Midoriya admitted, laughing awkwardly. "Got to episode 600 last week."
Kenjiro stared at him. Then burst out laughing. "You absolute nerd."
Midoriya flushed but held his notebook tighter. "Can I see the hydra technique again? How do you maintain proprioception through each tendril? Can you feel what they touch?"
With a resigned sigh, Kenjiro extended three arms. "Yeah. Think of them like extra fingers. Takes concentration, but it's doable."
Midoriya's pen was a blur. "Unbelievable… Sensory extension at that scale could revolutionize rescue work or infiltration scenarios—"
Flick. Kenjiro thwacked his forehead.
"Ow!"
"Calm down, professor," Kenjiro teased. "You're gonna burn through that notebook before we even hit U.A."
Midoriya laughed sheepishly. "S-sorry. It's just… you've come so far."
Kenjiro smirked. "Damn right. U.A.'s not ready for me."
Midoriya grinned. "I'm glad we'll be in it together."
Kenjiro looked at him for a beat. Then nodded. "Me too."
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The Orphanage – Later That Night
The lights were off in the main building as Kenjiro slipped in through the back.
Mrs. Tanaka was waiting, arms crossed. "Training again?"
"Maybe." He shrugged, tracking sweat onto the floor.
She tossed him a towel. "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days."
He grinned, toweling off. "You'll miss me when I'm a pro hero with a TV deal."
She raised an eyebrow. Then smiled. "…Yeah. I probably will."
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Final Countdown
Kenjiro lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling above his bunk.
His muscles ached. His bones felt heavy. But his mind was sharper than ever.
He ran through his progress:
Physical Strength: Check. He could throw a multiple trucks if he really tried.
Mobility: Swift, controlled, unpredictable.
Quirk Mastery: Near-total. Density, flexibility, sensory manipulation—all in sync.
Techniques: Refined. Lethal. Practical.
The last thought echoed in his mind as he drifted to sleep:
"I'm ready."
UA's entrance exam was almost here. And Kenjiro?
He wasn't aiming to pass. He was aiming to dominate.
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