Rebirth of Flames

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/50167768.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero
Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Character: Portgas D. Ace, Kendou Itsuka, Monoma Neito
Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Character Development
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-09-18 Updated: 2023-09-26 Words: 20,693 Chapters:
10/?

Rebirth of Flames
by ZakuAce

Summary

When Portgas D Ace meets his end, instead of going to the next world, he is for some
reason given a second chance at life, just now as a hero in the my hero world, his memories
of his past slowly fading. A repost to a degree, but I also plan on rewriting this as I post it
too.
 A ending and a beginning

Portgas D. Ace grappled with the certainty of his impending demise. He had willingly sacrificed
his life to shield his cherished brother, the paramount figure in his world. Ace harbored no doubt
that Luffy, his brother, was destined to ascend to the throne of the Pirate King, surpassing even Gol
D. Roger, their shared father. It was a cruel quirk of fate that he would not live to witness this
monumental achievement firsthand. How deeply he yearned to bear witness to it.

As Ace's vital essence waned, an ethereal sensation enveloped him. A voice, resounding with
purity and harmony, echoed around him, extolling his tenacity and audacity. This voice conveyed
an indeterminate place yet reserved for him, a reward for his final act of selflessness.

Then, as if emerging from a reverie, Ace regained consciousness. He found himself sprawled upon
a verdant meadow, the supple blades lightly grazing his skin. Instinctively, he placed his hands
upon his chest, confirming the comforting rhythm of his breath. No fatal wound marred his being;
he was not a pincushion of perforations. With a mixture of astonishment and hope, he rose to his
feet and surveyed his surroundings. Before him sprawled an advanced city, its architectural
marvels and technological wonders utterly alien to his comprehension. The very atmosphere
thrummed with a pulsating vitality, simultaneously captivating and overwhelming.

Ace hesitated for but a brief moment before extending his hand before him. With focused intent, he
beckoned forth the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit. To his astonishment, his hand ignited with a
familiar intensity. Relief and wonder surged through him. His abilities had not forsaken him; he
remained the master of fire he had always been.

With the taste of this newfound reality lingering upon his senses, Ace pondered the enigma of his
current existence. What was this place? Why had he been granted a second chance, an opportunity
to continue his abruptly terminated journey? His countenance etched with determination, Ace took
a step forward, his heart aflame with the promise of an unforeseen destiny.

And thus, Portgas D. Ace's indomitable spirit rekindled, casting its luminescence upon a world of
enigmas and prospects he had never envisioned. The tale of his resurgence had only just
commenced.

As he strode down the bustling main thoroughfare of the advanced city, Ace's acute senses alerted
him to a tumultuous scene unfolding nearby. A bank heist was underway, orchestrated by masked
individuals wielding peculiar abilities. Their forms blended animalistic attributes; one bore the bulk
of a rhinoceros, while the other exuded the sleekness of a tiger. Ace's curiosity was piqued, and he
observed their powers keenly, noting that their transformations significantly diverged from the
Zoan Fruits he was acquainted with.

Without hesitation, Ace seized this opportunity to assess his own capabilities. He recognized the
imperative of confirming the intactness of his powers, ensuring that he had not been divested of the
prowess that had earned him the rank of Second Commander within the formidable Whitebeard
Pirates. His heart quickened with a blend of eagerness and determination as he closed the distance,
ready to intervene.

In a blur of motion, Ace engaged the armed assailants. His speed was electrifying, a testament to
his arduous training and indomitable will. As the confrontation unfolded, the city's advanced
technology captured every moment of the skirmish, broadcasting his clash against the criminals to
an unsuspecting audience. His fiery punches and nimble maneuvers illuminated the street like a
dazzling spectacle, an embodiment of his mastery over his Flame-Flame Fruit abilities.
While Ace acknowledged a lingering sensation of diminished strength from his former life, he did
not dwell upon it amidst the fervor of combat. Instead, he concentrated on the task at hand –
neutralizing the threat and safeguarding the bank from these audacious robbers. His strikes were a
symphony of precision and might, each blow meticulously designed to exploit the vulnerabilities of
his adversaries. The incongruous duo, heavily reliant on their unique powers, struggled to match
Ace's disciplined techniques.

As the skirmish raged on, Ace's mind journeyed back to the battles of his previous life, the
camaraderie of his pirate crew, and the fervent desire to protect those he held dear. These memories
fueled his resolve, infusing every motion with a determination that resonated through his fiery
aura.

Victory was an inevitable outcome as Ace's tenacity and prowess proved insurmountable. The
would-be robbers, with their unrefined and undisciplined powers, succumbed to his relentless
onslaught. Breathing slightly heavier, Ace surveyed the aftermath of his intervention. The city's
denizens watched in astonishment and disbelief, captivated by the unanticipated heroism that had
unfolded before their eyes.

As the dust settled and the criminals lay defeated, Ace's fervor remained unquenched. This world,
with its unfamiliar technology and enigmatic powers, held the promise of adventure and purpose
that he had yet to comprehend. With a resolute grin, he readied himself for the next chapter of his
existence, his path illuminated by the flames of his unwavering spirit.

Ace's perplexed gaze lingered upon his reflection in the mirror, his consciousness grappling to
reconcile the visage that met his eyes with the memories of his past self. Gone was the battle-
hardened countenance of the man who had confronted his destiny at Marineford; in its stead was
the youthful face of a teenager, unburdened by the weight of his prior experiences. He estimated
his age to be approximately 14, a jarring realization that momentarily rendered him speechless.

Amidst the expressions of gratitude and admiration from the city's inhabitants for his heroic deeds,
Ace's sense of disorientation deepened. He possessed no recollections of the events leading up to
his arrival in this unfamiliar realm, and the well-wishes of strangers only compounded his
confusion.

His reverie was abruptly disrupted as an officer approached him, wearing a countenance marked by
a blend of concern and curiosity. The older man's voice bore a genuine sincerity as he posed a
series of inquiries that further underscored Ace's bewildered state. Who was he? What kind of
"quirk" did he possess? And where were his parents?

Ace's bewilderment intensified. Quirk? Parents? These terms held no significance for him. It was
evident that he was ensnared in a perplexing situation that transcended the boundaries of his
comprehension. As the officer elucidated the necessity of transporting him to a station to unravel
the enigma surrounding his arrival and identity, Ace could do little more than reluctantly nod in
agreement.

The journey to the station was surreal, each step carrying him deeper into the mystery of this new
world. As he was guided through the bustling city streets, Ace couldn't help but experience a sense
of detachment, as though he were an observer in his own narrative. The scenery around him wove a
tapestry of modernity and novelty, a stark departure from the seas and islands he had known.

Upon reaching the station, Ace became subject to a battery of examinations, each designed to
unearth the truth of his origins. Medical evaluations, interviews, and inquiries about his purported
"quirk" painted a picture that felt increasingly foreign. He offered whatever meager information he
possessed, recounting his fragmented memories and his inexplicable transformation. Yet, at the
core of his being, he remained Portgas D. Ace, a name that held no relevance in this unfamiliar
domain.

Amidst the bustling ambiance of the police station, people streamed in and out, their conversations
a blur of unfamiliar terminology and concepts. Ace found himself on the periphery of these
interactions, a sensation of isolation gnawing at him as he struggled to piece together the fragments
of information that floated around him. He had become an enigma in a world that seemed to
operate at a velocity beyond his grasp.

His moments of solitude were intermittent, punctuated by fleeting exchanges that merely
heightened his confusion. Snippets of dialogue reached his ears, but their meanings eluded him,
leaving him grappling with an overwhelming sense of disconnection.

Time flowed in a haze until he found himself once again in the presence of an officer, the same
earnest gaze fixed upon him. The ambient hum of the room seemed to attenuate, directing his
attention to the gravity of the forthcoming conversation.

The officer's voice adopted a somber tenor as he relayed the results of their investigations. "Ace,"
he commenced, his tone measured, "we've made efforts to locate any family or acquaintances
associated with you, but it appears that no one claims to have any knowledge of you." The officer's
gaze softened, conveying a blend of sympathy and concern.

Ace's heart constricted at this revelation, an overwhelming sense of isolation surging over him like
a tidal wave. His identity, his past, had transformed into a blank canvas, with the sole brushstroke
being a name etched into the recesses of his memory.

The officer continued, his words harboring a weighty decision. "Nonetheless, your abilities were
witnessed by many when you intervened earlier. Given your unique talents, you have two paths
ahead of you. One, you can elect to attend an academy to refine and harness your powers, to
become a hero and protect this city." His gaze held an encouraging glint, extending a lifeline of
purpose amidst the uncertainty. "The other option is to conceal your abilities, to blend into society
and lead a more inconspicuous life."

Ace's resolve burned resolutely as the officer's words hung in the air. He was no stranger to
adversity, and the path of a hero resonated profoundly with his core. His voice, firm and
unwavering, cleaved through the air. "I will not conceal who I am. I choose the academy, to
become a hero and employ my abilities to make a difference."

The officer's nod was affirmative, an unspoken understanding coursing between them. In the span
of an afternoon, Ace had confronted the unknown, grappled with his own identity, and made a
steadfast decision that would shape his future. The echoes of his choice reverberated within him, a
promise of purpose in a world teeming with enigmas.

Ace's eyes sparkled with newfound curiosity as he absorbed the officer's words. "An academy?
UA?" he queried, his voice tinged with eagerness. "Please, enlighten me further."

The officer's smile bore a modicum of admiration. "UA High School, Ace. It stands as a prestigious
institution that nurtures individuals with unique abilities, or 'quirks,' to become heroes dedicated to
safeguarding the city and its inhabitants. Your intervention today captured the attention of many,
and your display of power and valor has earned you a recommendation to enroll at UA."

Ace's brow furrowed, intrigue intermingling with a modicum of incredulity. "So, I shall be training
to become a hero?" he mused aloud. The notion was both exhilarating and daunting, a challenge
that resonated deeply with his essence.
The officer nodded, his expression supportive. "Indeed. UA offers a demanding curriculum
focused on honing your abilities, instructing you in combat techniques, and guiding you to wield
your powers responsibly. It is a place where you will learn how to effect genuine change in the
world."

Ace absorbed this information, his determination solidifying. "And I can reside on the campus?"

The officer's response was affirmative. "Yes, UA provides on-campus accommodations for its
students. You will have a place to dwell, surrounded by peers who share your aspirations. It is an
opportunity to forge lasting bonds and evolve together."

Ace's gaze hardened with resolve as he contemplated his next step. "I desire to attend UA. I wish to
become a hero, to employ my abilities in the service of others."

The officer's nod was approving. "Your spirit is commendable, Ace. Your sojourn at UA shall be
arduous, but I possess no doubt that you possess the mettle to succeed."

As the elements of his journey converged, Ace experienced a surge of anticipation coursing
through him. A new chapter awaited him at UA High School, a chapter that would test his limits,
unveil his potential, and bind him to a community united by a shared mission. With a determined
smile, Ace looked ahead, his heart ablaze with the promise of his heroic odyssey. "I am prepared."
 Adapting to a New World

Ace's arrival at UA High School left him awestruck. The sprawling campus exuded an air of
grandeur and sophistication unlike anything he had ever encountered. The architecture, the
meticulously manicured surroundings – it was a world of its own. As he navigated through the
campus, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the endeavor that had brought this
academy to life.

His steps carried him towards the dormitory area, where he was met with yet another display of
opulence. The building he entered was a testament to modern design and comfort, a stark contrast
to the rough-and-tumble life he vaguely remembered from his past. His room was spacious and
well-appointed, with all the essentials neatly arranged. Ace found himself feeling a sense of
gratitude for this unexpected haven, a place where he could lay the foundation for his future.

Sitting down at the small desk, Ace sifted through the stack of books before him. The weight of
unfamiliar knowledge lay heavy on his shoulders, yet he was determined to absorb as much as he
could. His fingers traced over the titles – "Quirks and Their Variations," "Hero Ethics and
Responsibilities," "Rules and Regulations of UA." It was a crash course in a world he had been
thrust into, a world where people possessed extraordinary abilities but were bound by a unique set
of rules.

As he delved into the pages, absorbing the contents, he felt a mixture of fascination and confusion.
The intricacies of quirks and their classifications seemed akin to a complex puzzle, one he was
determined to solve. He couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the aspiring heroes
depicted in the pages, individuals who navigated a world not entirely dissimilar to the one he had
known as a pirate.

Hours slipped away in a blur of reading and contemplation, until his growling stomach jolted him
from his focus. With a sheepish smile, Ace closed the books and pushed back his chair. He decided
it was time to venture outside and explore the surroundings, to engage with the life teeming beyond
the confines of his room.

As he stepped out into the open air, Ace found himself amidst a lively crowd of students engaged
in various activities. He hesitated for a moment before offering a friendly wave to a few passing
individuals, his inclination to connect with others overriding any reservations. While he didn't
recognize anyone, he felt a peculiar sense of comfort in this camaraderie, a feeling of belonging
that transcended the barriers of memory.

Ace's eyes caught sight of a designated training area, a paved path that seemed to invite movement
and activity. Curiosity piqued, he embarked on a jog along the periphery, observing how others
utilized the space for their workouts and practice. He couldn't help but mentally dissect the
techniques, the movements, and the synergy between quirks that were on display.

As he ran, a chance encounter with a fellow student led to a brief conversation. "Hey there! New
face, huh? I'm Yosuke," the young man greeted with a friendly grin.

Ace returned the smile, his voice carrying a note of enthusiasm. "Yeah, just arrived. I'm Ace. Nice
to meet you, Yosuke."

"Likewise, Ace! Training, huh?" Yosuke gestured to the path ahead. "It's a great spot to get in
some practice. Quirks, technique, you name it."
Ace nodded appreciatively. "Definitely. I'm still getting the hang of things, but it's fascinating to
watch everyone."

Yosuke chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, you'll catch on. If you need any tips or pointers, just let me
know."

Ace's gratitude was evident as he extended his thanks. "I appreciate that, Yosuke. I'm sure I'll take
you up on that offer."

As their conversation drew to a close, Ace resumed his run, thoughts swirling in his mind. The
interactions, the camaraderie, the pursuit of becoming a hero – it all resonated with a primal
instinct within him, a drive to protect and inspire.

After a fulfilling workout, Ace's stomach reminded him of its persistent demands. With a self-
deprecating chuckle, he made his way to the dining area, ready to refuel and reflect on the day's
discoveries.

The conversation between Ace, Nejire, and Kento flowed seamlessly, each sharing their stories,
aspirations, and a growing sense of camaraderie. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting
a warm glow across the campus, Ace suggested they step outside once more. With a sense of
anticipation, the trio made their way to an open area, the cool breeze ruffling their hair.

Ace took a deep breath, a determined glint in his eyes. "You've seen a glimpse of my power, but
there's more to it than just summoning flames." With a focused thought, he allowed the flames to
envelop him, a transformative process that left him as a living embodiment of fire.

Nejire and Kento watched in awe as Ace's form flickered and danced, becoming one with the
flames. Nejire's voice held a mixture of astonishment and excitement. "Wow, Ace, this is
incredible!"

Ace's voice echoed from within the flames, carrying a sense of exhilaration. "I can control and
manipulate fire in ways that go beyond the norm. Watch this." He extended his hand, and from his
fingertips, small fire bullets materialized, hovering in the air.

Kento's gaze narrowed in focus as he observed the display. "Impressive precision. You're right,
Ace, your quirk is unlike anything I've seen before."

Ace's fiery form solidified once more, his gaze meeting Nejire's and Kento's with a sense of
satisfaction. "I'm still learning, still figuring out the extent of my abilities. But I'm determined to
become a hero, to use this power to protect and make a difference."

Nejire's smile was radiant. "And we'll be here to support you every step of the way."

Kento nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. UA is a place where you can grow, learn, and forge your
own path. With a power like yours, the possibilities are endless."

As the evening shadows deepened, the trio stood together, a united front in the face of the
unknown. The bond they had formed over the course of a single day felt unbreakable, a testament
to the transformative power of chance encounters and shared dreams.

Ace extended his hand, his eyes meeting Nejire's and Kento's with unwavering determination.
"Let's promise to meet again. To continue these conversations, to train together, and to become the
heroes we aspire to be."

Nejire and Kento each clasped his hand, their commitment evident in their expressions. "Agreed,"
Nejire chimed in. "We're in this together, Ace."

Kento's voice carried a note of conviction. "Count on us to be by your side, every step of the way."

The following day dawned with a renewed sense of purpose for Ace. The prospect of obtaining his
very own superhero uniform filled him with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He made his
way to the designated location, a workshop where these iconic costumes were crafted to reflect the
unique personalities and abilities of each hero.

Upon arrival, Ace was greeted by a skilled designer named Hiroko, whose passion for creating
hero costumes was evident in her warm smile and enthusiastic demeanor.

"Ah, you must be Ace!" Hiroko greeted him with a friendly wave. "I've heard a lot about you.
Nejire and Kento were quite impressed with your abilities."

Ace returned the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for the friendships he had already forged. "Nice
to meet you, Hiroko. I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with."

Hiroko gestured for Ace to have a seat, and they began discussing his preferences and ideas for the
uniform. Ace leaned back, his gaze thoughtful as he considered the elements that would make up
his hero identity.

"I have a couple of things in mind that I'd like to keep unchanged," Ace began, his tone earnest.
"First, the hat – it's a part of me, or at least, I feel like it has been. I want it to stay."

Hiroko nodded, jotting down a note. "Understood. The hat can serve as a distinctive element of
your costume."

Ace continued, his voice steady. "The second thing is the prayer beads necklace. It's important to
me, and I want it to remain as well. You can use those as a starting point and design the rest of the
costume around them."

Hiroko's eyes sparkled with understanding. "I see. The necklace will be a central motif, and we'll
create a design that complements it."

Ace leaned forward, a sense of trust growing between them. "I'm not too picky about the rest. I'm
open to your creative ideas. Just make sure it's comfortable for fighting and moving around."

Hiroko's grin was infectious. "Consider it done, Ace. I'll make sure your uniform is both functional
and stylish, something that truly represents who you are."

As the conversation continued, Hiroko sketched out a few preliminary designs, each one a blend of
practicality and aesthetic flair. Ace found himself drawn into the process, a sense of excitement
building as he imagined himself wearing the finished costume.

"I think this is going to be great," Ace remarked, his gaze fixed on the sketches before him.

Hiroko nodded in agreement. "I'm glad you think so. Your enthusiasm is contagious, Ace."

In the days that followed, Ace's life at UA High School settled into a rhythm of purpose and
camaraderie. With the promise of his superhero uniform in the works, he dedicated himself to
rigorous training sessions, honing his control over his fiery abilities and pushing his limits. The
training areas on campus became his sanctuary, the place where he could channel his
determination and aspirations into every movement, every technique.
When he wasn't training, Ace could often be found in the dining area, enjoying hearty meals that
replenished his energy. The interactions with his fellow students – the spirited conversations,
shared laughter, and genuine friendships – became a cornerstone of his experience at UA.

Ace's days were also marked by diligent studying, immersing himself in the world of quirks, hero
ethics, and the history of the heroic community. The books he had started reading that first day
expanded into a comprehensive library of knowledge, a testament to his dedication to
understanding the world he had found himself in.

As the night before the start of classes approached, Ace found himself reflecting on the journey
that had brought him to this point. Sitting in his dorm room, he glanced at the sketch of his
superhero uniform that Hiroko had shared with him. The design was a perfect balance of the
familiar and the new, reflecting his essence while embracing the path he was forging.

Outside his window, the moon cast a soft glow over the campus, a silent reminder of the
challenges and opportunities that awaited him. As he closed his eyes, he envisioned the days ahead
– the classes, the training, the friendships that would continue to shape his story.

The night held a sense of anticipation, the calm before the storm of new beginnings. With a
determined heart and the memory of his past guiding his steps, Ace fell asleep, ready to embrace
the dawn of a new chapter in his journey at UA High School.
 Chapter 3

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through Ace's dorm room window, gently rousing him
from his slumber. As he stretched and yawned, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and
nervousness bubbling within him. Today marked the first day of classes at UA High School, a
pivotal moment in his journey as a prospective hero.

Ace swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up, feeling the cool floor beneath his feet.
His attention shifted towards a neatly folded uniform laid out on a nearby chair. It was the standard
UA school uniform, the attire that identified him as a part of this esteemed institution.

With a sense of purpose, Ace dressed in the uniform, his movements methodical as he fastened the
buttons and adjusted the collar. He caught his reflection in the mirror, his youthful appearance
staring back at him. It was a stark reminder of the new beginning he was embarking on, a chance to
redefine himself in a world where heroes were revered, and quirks were the norm.

As he studied his reflection, a cascade of thoughts flooded his mind. The weaknesses he had
identified during his training sessions loomed large – his lack of stamina, the need to strengthen his
physical prowess, and the realization that he had only scratched the surface of his own abilities.
The finger bullets attack he had demonstrated was just the tip of the iceberg, a single manifestation
of a power with untapped potential.

Ace clenched his fists, his determination resolute. "I won't let these weaknesses hold me back. I'll
work harder, train smarter, and become the hero I aspire to be."

With a deep breath, Ace left his room and made his way through the bustling halls of UA. The air
was charged with anticipation, a collective energy that hummed with excitement and ambition. As
he navigated the corridors, he exchanged nods and greetings with fellow students, a sense of
camaraderie settling in his chest.

Outside, the campus came to life, students converging on the central courtyard, their chatter
creating a vibrant backdrop to the scene. Ace's heart beat with a mixture of nervousness and
determination as he joined the throng, his eyes scanning the faces around him.

His path was set – a journey of self-discovery, growth, and the pursuit of heroism. With the
memory of his past, the friendships he had forged, and the flame that burned within him, Ace was
ready to embrace every challenge and seize every opportunity that UA High School had to offer.

The first day of school had arrived, and Ace stood at the threshold of a future filled with endless
possibilities.

Ace navigated through the bustling corridors of UA High School, his determined stride carrying
him forward amidst the sea of students. He deftly sidestepped a couple of excited students
engrossed in their conversation, his focus unwavering as he consulted the note in his hand.

"Class 1-B," Ace muttered to himself, his gaze scanning the hallway for the room number.

As he moved along, he couldn't help but notice the various quirks on display around him – students
demonstrating their abilities with ease, creating an atmosphere of both awe and inspiration. Ace's
thoughts drifted to his own unique power, a force that had already left an indelible mark on his
journey at UA.

Finally, his search led him to a door adorned with the unmistakable label: "Class 1-B." Ace took a
moment to steady his nerves, his heart pounding in anticipation. This was the next step, the
beginning of his formal education as a hero.

With a determined breath, Ace pushed open the door, stepping into the classroom. The room was a
buzz of activity, students engaged in conversations, finding their seats, and preparing for the day
ahead. Ace's eyes swept across the faces, his gaze lingering on the various expressions –
excitement, curiosity, determination.

As he made his way further into the room, Ace exchanged a few polite nods with his new
classmates, a sense of camaraderie already beginning to form. He reached the designated area
where he would be seated, his feeling a mix of emotions – anticipation, curiosity, and the
undeniable drive to make the most of this opportunity.

Ace stepped into the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his fellow classmates in Class
1-B. His eyes held a calm curiosity as he took in the diverse array of individuals who would be
sharing this journey with him. From the energetic to the contemplative, each student seemed to
exude a unique aura of determination.

His attention was soon drawn to the front of the room, where a towering figure stood – Sekijiro
Kan, the teacher of Class 1-B. Ace's eyes narrowed slightly, studying the imposing figure who
commanded respect with a mere presence.

Ace's natural charisma couldn't help but shine through as he walked further into the room. A
couple of students nearby exchanged friendly nods and greetings, seemingly drawn to his aura of
quiet confidence. Ace responded with a small smile and a nod, his demeanor relaxed and
approachable.

He found an empty seat and settled in, his posture attentive as he continued to observe his
surroundings. His ears caught snippets of conversation, introducing him to the personalities and
dynamics within the class.

A bespectacled girl with a serious expression engaged in a discussion with a boy sporting an air of
mischief. Ace's lips twitched slightly, recognizing the subtle interplay of personalities that made up
the fabric of Class 1-B.

His thoughts were briefly interrupted as a boy with a boisterous laugh approached him. "Hey there,
new guy! You must be the last-minute addition, huh?"

Ace turned to meet the boy's friendly gaze, offering a nod in response. "Yeah, that's me. Name's
Ace."

The boy grinned, extending his hand. "I'm Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, but you can call me Tetsu. Nice to
meet you!"

Ace shook Tetsu's hand, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Likewise, Tetsu."

As the morning announcements began and Sekijiro Kan addressed the class, Ace's attention shifted
to the front of the room. The teacher's authoritative presence was palpable, a reminder that the path
to becoming a hero wouldn't be easy.

Ace sat attentively in his seat, his focus fixed on Sekijiro Kan as the homeroom teacher introduced
himself and provided an overview of the day ahead. Kan's stern yet commanding presence filled
the room, instantly capturing the attention of every student.

"Alright, listen up, Class 1-B!" Kan's voice resonated with authority. "I'm Sekijiro Kan, your
homeroom teacher, and I don't tolerate slacking off or half-hearted effort. This is gonna be a year of
hard work, so you better be ready to give it your all!"

Ace couldn't help but admire the teacher's no-nonsense attitude. It was clear that Kan held high
expectations for his students and was determined to mold them into formidable heroes.

"Now, let's cut to the chase," Kan continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Today, you'll be
taking part in an obstacle course. It's not your typical run-of-the-mill course, mind you. This one is
designed to test your quirk usage, your physical prowess, and your ability to think on your feet.
Consider it a pre-test to gauge where you all stand as we kick off this class."

Ace's interest piqued. An obstacle course that would assess their abilities from every angle
sounded like a thrilling challenge – a chance to showcase what he had learned so far and push
himself to excel.

Kan's lips curled into a slight smirk as he continued. "Don't think this is just for show. The results
of this course will play a role in shaping your training moving forward. So don't hold back. Use
your quirks creatively, strategize, and most importantly, give it your all."

Ace nodded, his determination solidifying. This was an opportunity to prove himself, to
demonstrate the potential he held within him. He couldn't afford to hold back or underestimate the
significance of this test.

"As for the specifics, you'll be divided into teams and compete against each other," Kan explained.
"The obstacles will challenge your agility, strength, teamwork, and quick thinking. It's a
comprehensive assessment that'll give us a clearer picture of your strengths and weaknesses."

Ace's gaze remained locked on Kan, his anticipation growing. This was more than just a test of
physical abilities; it was a chance to showcase his adaptability and resourcefulness in the face of
varied challenges.

"In the hero world, adaptability is key. Your ability to handle the unexpected and still come out on
top can make all the difference," Kan emphasized. "So, Class 1-B, get ready to push your limits
and show me what you're made of!"
 A class election

The next day at UA, Ace found himself amidst a buzz of anticipation. The topic of the day was the
election of class representatives – individuals who would carry the responsibility of representing
their classmates and ensuring the smooth functioning of the class. The opportunity for leadership
and responsibility was an important aspect of hero training.

Sekijiro Kan's voice boomed across the classroom as he introduced the election process. "Alright,
Class 1-B, today we're selecting our class representatives. It's a role that demands dedication,
communication, and the ability to work for the betterment of the class as a whole."

Ace listened attentively, his interest piqued despite his personal disinterest in the position. The
dynamics of leadership and teamwork were always intriguing, and he respected those who were
willing to take on such responsibilities.

Kan's words continued. "You'll have the freedom to vote for whomever you believe will serve the
class best. We'll tally the votes to determine who emerges as the president and vice president."

As the voting commenced, Ace's mind wandered momentarily. He contemplated the qualities that
would make an effective class president – someone who could foster unity, represent their peers,
and lead with integrity. With these thoughts in mind, he cast his vote for Itsuka Kendo, recognizing
her natural leadership and confidence.

As the votes were tallied, a sense of curiosity mingled with his thoughts. While he hadn't actively
sought the position, he wondered who his classmates believed would be the best leaders.

The announcement of the results echoed through the classroom. "Class 1-B, the votes have been
counted. Our president is Portgas D. Ace, and our vice president is Itsuka Kendo."

Ace's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He hadn't expected to
receive votes, let alone become the class president. His mind raced as he processed the news – the
weight of the role, the expectations of his peers, and the responsibility that now rested on his
shoulders.

Itsuka Kendo's smile was warm and genuine, her eyes meeting Ace's with a knowing glint. It was
as if she understood that leadership often found those who weren't actively seeking it. As she
stepped forward to join him, Ace felt a renewed sense of purpose.

Kan's approving nod met Ace's gaze. "Congratulations, Ace and Itsuka. Lead by example and work
together to make Class 1-B proud."

As the reality of his new role sank in, Ace took a deep breath, a determination settling within him.
He had been given the trust of his classmates, and he would rise to the challenge, embracing his
role as a leader and a representative of their aspirations.

In this unexpected turn of events, Ace's journey as both a hero-in-training and a class president had
begun, promising new experiences, growth, and a chance to make a positive impact on the class he
now led.

The bustling cafeteria of UA High School welcomed Ace as he entered, his appetite whetted by the
morning's activities. He joined his friends at a table, the camaraderie of Class 1-B surrounding him.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu leaned forward, his eyes wide as he looked at the spread of food before Ace.
"Whoa, Ace, you're really going all out, huh?"

Ace chuckled, his fork in hand as he surveyed the food before him. "Yeah, I tend to eat a lot. Helps
keep up the energy."

Reiko Yanagi's curiosity shone through her quiet demeanor. "Do you always eat this much?"

Ace shrugged, his grin playful. "I don't remember, but it seems to be a recurring theme."

Itsuka Kendo chuckled, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Well, as long as you've got the
appetite for it."

As Ace delved into his meal, his friends couldn't help but exchange glances, a mix of surprise and
intrigue playing across their faces. The sheer quantity of food he consumed was noteworthy, but it
was his actions during the meal that truly caught their attention.

Reiko blinked, her voice laced with astonishment. "Ace, are you...?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ace's head nodded forward, his eyes closing as he dozed off
mid-bite, his fork suspended in the air.

Tetsutetsu burst into laughter, his hearty voice drawing the attention of nearby students. "Dude, did
you just fall asleep while eating?"

Ace's nap was a short one, and he soon woke up with a sheepish smile, his fork still in hand.
"Yeah, it's a thing I do sometimes."

Itsuka's laughter joined Tetsutetsu's, her amusement evident. "You really are a unique one, Ace."

Ace's cheeks tinged with embarrassment, but he laughed along with them. "I guess that's one way
to put it."

The table was alive with shared laughter and playful banter as Ace's friends exchanged stories and
experiences. They found themselves drawn to his carefree attitude and unexpected quirks,
recognizing the genuine and unguarded nature he brought to their group.

As the lunch period continued, the members of Class 1-B couldn't help but feel a sense of
camaraderie with Ace. He may have been their class president, but he was also a friend who
embraced life with spontaneity and an open heart.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow across the UA campus, Class 1-B gathered for their next
round of training sessions. The topics for the day were Heroic Decision-Making and Ethical
Dilemmas – essential aspects of hero work that tested not only their abilities but also their moral
compasses.

Sekijiro Kan's voice was steady and authoritative as he introduced the sessions. "Today, we delve
into two critical aspects of heroism – making tough decisions in high-pressure situations and
navigating the gray areas of ethics. These skills are as important as any quirk in your arsenal."

Ace listened intently, his interest piqued by the subjects at hand. The concept of heroic decision-
making resonated with him, drawing upon his experiences as a pirate and a member of the
Whitebeard crew.

Kan's gaze swept over the class. "We'll start with Heroic Decision-Making. Heroes are often faced
with split-second choices that can mean life or death for themselves or others. It's imperative to
think on your feet, assess the situation, and act in the best interest of all."

As the class delved into discussions and scenarios, Ace found himself drawn into the
conversations. His instincts and experiences lent him a unique perspective, one that he wasn't
consciously aware of. He contributed to the discussions, his words carrying a depth that surprised
even himself.

Itsuka Kendo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Ace, you seem
quite passionate about this topic. Do you have any personal experiences to share?"

Ace hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting as if searching for something in the distance. "Yeah,
I've been in situations where quick decisions meant everything. It's about weighing the options and
doing what's right, even if it's not the easy choice."

Reiko Yanagi's quiet voice held a note of admiration. "It's clear that you've been through a lot,
Ace."

The transition to Ethical Dilemmas brought forth a different set of challenges. The class explored
scenarios that posed moral conflicts, forcing them to confront situations where the right course of
action wasn't always clear.

Ace's mind drifted back to his life on the sea, his thoughts momentarily caught in memories of his
interactions with his crewmates, their beliefs, and the moral complexities they faced. As he spoke,
his words were measured, his voice carrying a weight that spoke of experience.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu's brow furrowed. "Ace, how do you decide what's right when there's no easy
answer?"

Ace's eyes met Tetsutetsu's, his gaze steady. "You do what you believe is best for the greater good,
even if it's hard. You weigh the consequences and accept the responsibility of your choices."

Itsuka's voice was thoughtful. "Sometimes, there's no perfect solution. It's about staying true to
your values."

As the training sessions continued, Ace found himself sharing insights that felt like echoes from
his past life. Unknowingly, he drew from his experiences as a pirate, a commander, and a brother,
offering wisdom that resonated with his classmates.

Reiko's soft voice held a sense of gratitude. "Thank you for sharing, Ace. Your perspective is truly
valuable."

Ace smiled warmly, his own appreciation evident. "We're all here to learn from each other. That's
what being a team is about."

The day at UA was far from over as Class 1-B stepped outside to a designated area, the remnants
of a simulated disaster scenario spread before them. It was time for the class to put their training
into action with a series of rescue drills – an opportunity to showcase their ability to handle
emergency situations and save lives.

Sekijiro Kan's voice carried a mix of authority and encouragement. "Today, you'll be participating
in rescue drills. In real-life hero work, quick and effective response is crucial. Remember your
training and work together to ensure the safety of the 'victims' in these scenarios."

Ace's gaze swept over the scene before him, his mind shifting into action mode. This was a chance
to prove their readiness for real-life emergencies, a task he took seriously.
As the teams were formed, Ace found himself grouped with Yosetsu Awase and Neito Monoma.
He looked at his new teammates, his expression friendly and open. "Hey, I'm Ace. Nice to meet
you both."

Yosetsu offered a nod, his voice amiable. "Yosetsu Awase. Good to meet you too, Ace."

Neito's voice held a touch of theatrical flair. "Neito Monoma, pleased to make your acquaintance,
even if it's only temporary."

With introductions made, the team set to work. The scenario involved multiple victims trapped
beneath debris, requiring careful coordination and strategic use of their quirks to ensure a
successful rescue.

Ace's flame abilities provided a unique tool for the task. He manipulated fire to melt and soften
debris, creating paths for his teammates to access the victims. Yosetsu's Weld quirk proved
invaluable in stabilizing the structures, and Neito's Copy quirk allowed him to replicate the quirks
of other classmates, offering a versatile range of abilities.

As they worked together, the synergy within the team was evident. Ace's instincts guided him, his
experiences lending him a calm and calculated approach. He communicated with his teammates,
combining their strengths to ensure efficient and safe rescues.

Yosetsu's voice was filled with appreciation. "Ace, your fire control is incredible. It's like you were
made for this."

Ace's smile was genuine. "Thanks. Just doing what I can to help."

Neito's eyes gleamed with interest. "Your coordination is impressive. I suppose being a Class 1-B
student comes with its own set of skills."

As the drills progressed, Ace found himself getting to know Yosetsu and Neito better. They shared
stories, exchanged insights, and navigated the challenges of the scenarios as a team.

The sound of a whistle signaled the end of the drills. Kan's presence was a reassuring presence as
he approached the teams. "Well done, Class 1-B. Your responses were commendable. Remember,
heroes must be prepared for anything."

Ace exchanged nods with his teammates, a sense of accomplishment settling over them. While the
drills were a simulation, the skills they honed were applicable to the real world.
 Zombies?

The sky above UA High School displayed shades of orange and pink as the day transitioned into
evening. Ace walked alongside his friends, including Itsuka Kendo, Kosei Tsuburaba, and Reiko
Yanagi. Their hours of studying together had proven fruitful, leaving a sense of accomplishment in
the air.

"Thanks for the study session, guys," Ace expressed with a grateful smile. "I feel like I've got a
much better grasp of those concepts now."

Itsuka Kendo chuckled, her confident demeanor unwavering. "No problem, Ace. We're a team, and
that means helping each other out."

Kosei Tsuburaba nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We're all in this together."

Reiko Yanagi's soft voice carried a note of warmth. "It's nice to have a group to study with."

As they parted ways, Ace made his way through the quiet neighborhood streets to his place.
However, the peaceful atmosphere was disrupted by hushed conversations and concerned voices
that caught his attention.

"...strange reports, like people acting bizarrely, almost like zombies..."

Intrigued, Ace approached a group of people gathered together, their expressions a mix of fear and
bewilderment. He couldn't resist inquiring, his tone curious. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but
overhear. What's this about zombies?"

A woman turned to him, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. "It's been going around,
people saying they've seen groups of individuals behaving really oddly. Like they're not fully in
control of themselves."

Ace's curiosity was piqued as he delved deeper into the conversation, seeking more details. "Do
you have any idea where these reports are coming from?"

The woman shook her head. "Not sure. It's all hearsay for now, but people are definitely talking
about it."

Ace thanked the woman for the information and continued on his way, his thoughts racing with the
idea of something unnatural happening in their world.

As he walked, the evening breeze carried an air of mystery and anticipation. A new arc was
unfolding before him, one that promised challenges, discoveries, and a chance for him to put his
training and instincts to the test once again.

The moon hung high in the night sky as Ace embarked on a quest for answers, his curiosity driving
him to delve into the strange phenomenon of the "zombies." His steps took him through the quiet
streets, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. With each person he approached, he carefully
posed his questions, seeking to unravel the mystery that had captured his attention.

As he inquired about the reports of zombies, the responses were varied – some dismissive, others
hesitant, and a few intrigued. The details were scattered, but a pattern emerged: sightings of
unusual behavior, like people acting in ways that defied rational explanation.
Ace's inquisitiveness led him to the town's graveyard, a place that seemed to hold a crucial clue.
His gaze fell upon the tombstones, bathed in moonlight, as he pondered the connection between the
reports of zombies and the recent grave robberies.

Approaching a groundskeeper who was tending to the area, Ace engaged in conversation. "Excuse
me, I couldn't help but notice the reports of strange occurrences. Have you heard anything about
it?"

The groundskeeper's expression grew serious, his voice a mix of concern and unease. "You mean
those stories about zombies? It's not just talk. We've had some graves robbed recently. People say
they saw figures lurking here at night."

Ace's interest deepened. "Graves robbed? That's definitely suspicious. And then these zombies
appear a few days later?"

The groundskeeper nodded. "Exactly. We don't know what's going on, but it's been causing quite a
stir."

Ace left the graveyard with a sense of urgency, his thoughts swirling with possibilities. The stolen
graves and the emergence of the zombies seemed undeniably connected. The situation was
unusual, and the pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place.

He couldn't ignore the sense of responsibility that tugged at him – the same instinct that had
guided him during his hero training. While he was still adapting to his new life as a hero-in-
training, this opportunity to investigate and perhaps make a difference felt like a step in the right
direction.

The following day, the sun painted the sky with shades of blue and gold as a new day began at UA
High School. Ace's mind was still occupied with the mystery he had stumbled upon – the reports of
zombies and the stolen graves. With determination in his steps, he headed to school, ready to share
his findings with his friends from Class 1-B.

As he met up with Itsuka Kendo, Kosei Tsuburaba, and Reiko Yanagi, he couldn't help but sense
the camaraderie that had formed among them.

"Hey, guys," Ace began, his tone filled with enthusiasm. "I heard something interesting last night.
Remember those reports about zombies?"

Itsuka's brow arched in curiosity. "Yeah, what about them?"

Ace leaned in, his voice lowered as he shared the details he had gathered. "Well, I did some
digging, and it turns out that there have been grave robberies in the town. People have seen figures
lurking near the graveyard at night. And a few days later, these 'zombies' appear."

Kosei's expression shifted from intrigue to concern. "Grave robberies? That's definitely not a good
sign."

Reiko's voice was soft, her thoughts echoing the sentiment. "So, someone is robbing graves and
then creating these zombies?"

Ace nodded, his eyes serious. "That seems to be the pattern. But I don't think it's a coincidence.
There has to be a connection."

Itsuka crossed her arms, her gaze thoughtful. "It's definitely worth looking into. We can't ignore the
possibility of something more sinister behind this."
Ace's friends exchanged glances, a shared determination evident in their eyes. While they were still
students, their training and instincts compelled them to take action in the face of uncertainty.

"I agree," Ace said, his voice resolute. "I want to investigate further. Maybe we can figure out
who's behind this and put a stop to it."

Kosei's grin was determined. "Sounds like a plan. We're in this together."

Reiko's voice held a quiet determination. "We can't let this continue. Let's find out the truth."

Itsuka's authoritative presence carried a sense of purpose. "Let's gather more information,
coordinate our efforts, and make sure we're prepared for whatever we might find."

As the bell rang, signaling the start of another day of classes, the group of friends shared a nod of
agreement. Their shared goal had united them, and together, they were prepared to face the
mystery that had captivated their attention.

As the school day progressed, Ace's mind remained fixed on the mystery they were about to delve
into. Between classes and training, he found moments to exchange glances with Itsuka, Kosei, and
Reiko, their shared determination evident in their eyes. Their planning continued, a collaboration
fueled by their collective drive to get to the bottom of the unsettling reports.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Ace and his friends wasted no time,
meeting up right after class. They gathered in a quiet corner of the campus, their expressions
focused and resolute.

"Alright, guys," Ace began, his voice steady. "We need to be prepared for anything. We're dealing
with something that's beyond the ordinary."

Itsuka's gaze held a mix of seriousness and resolve. "Exactly. We can't let our guard down."

Kosei's voice was practical. "We need to gather information from those who've seen the zombies,
find out if they noticed anything else unusual."

Reiko's soft voice carried a sense of strategy. "We should also investigate the stolen graves. If
someone's targeting specific bodies, there might be a reason."

Ace nodded, each idea aligning with the thoughts he had been mulling over. "You're all right. Let's
split up and start gathering information. We'll meet back here later to share what we've found."

With a shared nod, the group dispersed, each taking on a specific task. Ace headed toward the
town's graveyard, his steps purposeful. As he spoke to the groundskeeper and questioned locals
who had witnessed the zombies, a clearer picture began to emerge.

The stories were consistent – figures lurking near the graveyard, strange behavior, and then the
appearance of the zombies. It was clear that the two were connected, but the motive behind the
bizarre events remained a mystery.

When the group reconvened later, they shared their findings, piecing together the puzzle that was
beginning to take shape. Their collective efforts had unearthed information that hinted at a sinister
plot, one that required further investigation.

Itsuka's expression was resolute. "We need to find out who's behind this and put a stop to it. Our
training and instincts tell us that this is our responsibility."
Kosei's voice held a touch of frustration. "But what could be the reason behind targeting these
specific heroes? And who's controlling these zombies?"

Reiko's soft voice carried a sense of urgency. "Our next step should be to track down the source of
this mind control, to find out who's behind it."

The sun had set by the time their conversation concluded, the night air heavy with the weight of
the mystery they were unraveling. Their determination burned brighter than ever, fueled by the
belief that they were on the verge of uncovering a truth that could impact their world.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the city, Ace and his companions found themselves
gathered once again, this time outside the looming shadow of an old, decrepit building. The
abandoned lab, a relic of the past, stood in stark contrast to the bustling life of the city that
surrounded it. Its windows were shattered, its walls weathered by time, and its aura one of eerie
desolation.

The group had spent the night combing through clues, piecing together fragments of information
like a puzzle. Their determination had led them to this place, the heart of their investigation, where
they believed they would uncover the truth behind the stolen bodies and the creation of zombies.

Amidst the flickering lampposts, the friends exchanged glances, their faces illuminated by the
gentle glow. Itsuka Kendo's gaze was resolute, her lips pressed together in determination. "This has
to be it. The lab is our best lead."

Ace's voice held a note of urgency. "If this is where they're controlling the zombies, we can't let
them continue."

Kosei Tsuburaba's analytical mind was at work, his expression thoughtful. "But we need to be
cautious. We don't know what we're up against."

Reiko Yanagi's soft voice carried a sense of anticipation. "We've come this far. Let's uncover the
truth."

Their decision hung in the air like a silent pact, each member of the group aware of the risks they
were about to face. The lab's darkened entrance beckoned, its mysteries waiting to be unraveled.

As they stepped inside, the air seemed to grow heavier, the scent of dust and decay mingling in the
atmosphere. Broken equipment and shattered glass littered the floor, casting elongated shadows
across the walls. The echoes of their footsteps bounced off the hollow walls, creating an eerie
symphony that seemed to reverberate with the lab's forgotten secrets.

A dim, flickering light guided them deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. The walls seemed to
hold whispers of the past, tales of experiments conducted in the pursuit of power. It was as if the
very walls were watching, the history of the lab etched into their crumbling surfaces.

As they reached a central chamber, their flashlights illuminated a sight that sent a shiver down their
spines. Rows of pods lined the room, each containing what appeared to be lifeless bodies – the
stolen corpses that had fueled their investigation. Tubes and wires connected to the pods like veins,
a grotesque manifestation of the experimentation that had transpired here.

Itsuka's voice was a mix of concern and determination. "This is worse than we thought."

Ace's gaze was fixed on the pods, his expression firm. "We need to shut this down and find out
who's behind it."
Kosei's voice was pragmatic. "But we should be careful. There's no telling what defenses they
might have set up."

The decision was once again before them – retreat and report their findings or push forward into
the heart of the lab's secrets. The group exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting their resolve to
uncover the truth and put an end to the sinister plot that had haunted their town.

As the group huddled together, their discussion about their next course of action abruptly shattered
by a bone-chilling gust of wind. The temperature plummeted, the air thickening with an unsettling
coldness that seemed to seep into their very bones. Emerging from the shadows, a figure
materialized, his presence exuding an eerie and ominous aura.

Shiver Shad stood before them, a living embodiment of the frigid forces he commanded. His gaunt,
pale visage was framed by long, unkempt hair that seemed to carry the frost of a winter's dawn. His
eyes were pools of darkness, their intensity accentuated by an unnerving azure glow that hinted at
the supernatural nature of his power.

His attire mirrored his grim demeanor – a tattered coat adorned with frost and icicles, as if winter
itself had woven the fabric. Gloved hands, fingers sharp as icicles, were poised for action, ready to
unleash his chilling fury upon those who dared to oppose him.

Shiver Shad's voice was a breath of icy air, sending a shiver down the spines of Ace and his
companions. "Fools who dare to trespass upon this domain will experience the wrath of the eternal
frost."

With an ominous flourish, Shiver Shad extended his hand, and the air around him seemed to
crackle with the latent power of his Quirk. Frost spread rapidly from his fingertips, enveloping the
ground beneath him in an intricate lattice of ice. Crystaline tendrils snaked their way toward the
group, their touch freezing the very earth they touched.

Ace's eyes narrowed, his expression one of resolve. "We can't let him stop us."

Itsuka Kendo's voice held a note of urgency. "Be careful. His power is dangerous."

Kosei Tsuburaba's analytical mind was already in motion. "We need a strategy. Focus on defense
and find an opening."

The battle began, Shiver Shad's presence casting a chilling shadow over their confrontation. His
movements were fluid and haunting, like a specter drifting through the frozen air. He wielded his
Quirk with precision, manipulating the very elements to his whim.

Ice crystals formed around him, manifesting into formidable weapons that he hurled at the group
with unnerving accuracy. The ground beneath their feet grew treacherous, as patches of ice
threatened to send them slipping and sliding.

The icy tendrils of Shiver Shad's power encroached upon them, threatening to freeze their every
step. The chill in the air seemed to claw at their skin, their breath visible in the frigid atmosphere.
His presence was suffocating, his very being a reminder of the impending danger that loomed.

As the icy tendrils of Shiver Shad's power closed in, Ace's heart raced. He couldn't afford to let his
friends fall victim to the numbing grip of the frost. Drawing upon his Flame-Flame Fruit ability, he
summoned fire within his hands, the flames roaring to life like a beacon of hope amidst the
encroaching chill.

With swift determination, Ace directed the fiery energy at the frost that bound him, his flames
blazing against the icy constraints. The clash between fire and ice was a battle of opposing forces,
each vying for dominance over the other. Steam hissed as the two elements clashed, a symphony of
sizzling and crackling that reverberated through the air.

With a triumphant burst of energy, Ace managed to break free from the encroaching frost, his body
once again shrouded in the warmth of his flames. Turning his attention to Shiver Shad, his gaze
locked onto the eerie figure before him. The battle had escalated to a deadly dance of fire and ice, a
clash of elements that threatened to consume them both.

Shiver Shad's icy projectiles soared through the air, aiming to strike Ace down. In response, Ace
deftly conjured fire bullets, each blazing orb countering the frozen assaults with an explosive burst
of heat. The clash between fire and ice painted the battleground with bursts of steam and fragments
of frost, creating an otherworldly tableau of elemental combat.

Ace's movements were a dance of controlled chaos, his mastery over his Flame-Flame Fruit
abilities allowing him to deftly navigate the icy onslaught. The air was charged with tension, each
moment a delicate balance between destruction and survival. Every move, every decision, carried
the weight of their fates.

The battle seemed to stretch on endlessly, the clash of their powers becoming a spectacle that
transcended the physical realm. The ground beneath them bore the scars of their struggle, a mosaic
of scorched earth and frozen patches. The ebb and flow of their conflict mirrored the very essence
of their powers – the eternal struggle between opposing forces.

Pushed to his limit, Ace's determination burned brighter than ever. His focus intensified as he
summoned every ounce of his Flame-Flame Fruit's power. With a primal roar, he unleashed Hiken,
a devastating blaze that consumed the space between them. The fiery torrent surged forward,
colliding with Shiver Shad's icy domain.

The explosion was a symphony of chaos, fire and ice entwined in a cataclysmic clash. Steam
billowed, flames roared, and ice shattered in a brilliant display of power. And then, as quickly as it
began, the cacophony subsided, leaving behind a smoldering aftermath.

As the smoke cleared, Shiver Shad's form was no longer standing. His defeat was palpable, the
eerie aura that had surrounded him fading into the air like a dissipating fog. Ace stood, his body
heaving, his flames still flickering with intensity.

With the battle's aftermath still smoldering around them, Ace's first instinct was to ensure the
safety of his friends. Using the gentle warmth of his flames, he carefully approached each of them,
his power radiating like a comforting embrace. The frost that had encased them began to melt
away, replaced by the soothing heat of his abilities.

Itsuka Kendo's shivering form gradually relaxed as the ice gave way to the thawing warmth. Reiko
Yanagi's tense expression eased as the chill receded, replaced by a grateful smile. Kosei
Tsuburaba's analytical eyes met Ace's with a nod of acknowledgment, his tense posture relaxing as
the effects of Shiver Shad's power were undone.

With his friends safely thawed, Ace turned his attention to the defeated Shiver Shad. The eerie
villain's form lay sprawled on the ground, his presence no longer emanating the frosty menace it
once did. Ace approached him cautiously, using the last vestiges of his flames to create makeshift
restraints, binding Shad's limbs securely.

The confrontation had taken its toll, both physically and mentally, and Ace recognized the need to
exercise caution. He knew pushing further into the night would be unwise, given the
circumstances. Shiver Shad's defeat was enough for now, and they needed to regroup and consider
their next steps.

As Ace and his friends gathered around, the lab's chilling silence was broken by their hushed
voices. Itsuka Kendo's voice was a mix of relief and exhaustion. "We did it. Shiver Shad won't be a
threat anymore."

Reiko Yanagi's gratitude was evident in her tone. "Thank you, Ace. Your flames saved us."

Kosei Tsuburaba's analytical mind was already at work. "We need to take him to the police and
explain everything."

Ace nodded, his expression a mix of determination and weariness. "Agreed. Let's make sure he's
handed over to the authorities."

With their decision made, the group worked together to transport Shiver Shad's unconscious form.
The makeshift restraints held, ensuring his subdued state. Walking through the abandoned lab,
their footsteps seemed to echo with a mix of relief and uncertainty, a reminder of the battles they
had fought and the mysteries they had unraveled.

They emerged from the abandoned lab, the city's lights illuminating the night as they made their
way to the nearby police station. Ace's flames cast a soft glow, providing a semblance of comfort
amidst the darkness. Their steps were measured, their thoughts focused on the task at hand –
delivering Shiver Shad into custody and unraveling the remaining threads of the mystery.
 Cracking the Case

After the events of the previous night had settled, a new day dawned for the students of Class 1-B.
The sun bathed the city in its warm glow, a striking contrast to the chilling encounter they had
experienced just hours before. As the school day came to an end, the students once again gathered
in the presence of their homeroom teacher, Sekijiro Kan.

Their stern teacher's gaze held a mix of concern and authority as he addressed the group. His gruff
voice carried an air of experience, a testament to his years as a hero. "I've been informed about the
events that occurred last night. It seems you all found yourselves in a rather dangerous situation."

Ace and his friends stood before their teacher, displaying a range of emotions on their faces. The
weight of the previous night's events hung heavily in the air, a reminder of the challenges they had
faced and the decisions they had made.

Sekijiro Kan's gaze shifted, focusing on Ace. "Portgas D. Ace, I've heard that your actions played a
significant role in ensuring the safety of your fellow classmates. Your quick thinking and
determination are commendable."

Ace's expression revealed a mix of surprise and gratitude as he nodded in acknowledgment of their
teacher's recognition. Sekijiro Kan's acknowledgment was unexpected, yet it validated his efforts.

The teacher's stern demeanor softened slightly, and a rare smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"However, that does not mean the situation should have escalated to such a degree. Heroic actions
are important, but the safety of your classmates should always come first."

Itsuka Kendo's voice conveyed understanding. "We understand, Kan-sensei."

Sekijiro Kan's gaze swept over the group as he continued. "Remember, being a hero means making
difficult choices and using your powers responsibly. I expect each of you to learn from this
experience and apply those lessons in the future."

As the lecture concluded, the group of friends exchanged glances, their thoughts and emotions a
mixture of introspection and determination. The encounter with Shiver Shad had left its mark,
serving as a reminder of the complexities and challenges that came with their path as heroes-in-
training.

The dimly lit room cast elongated shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of solitude
within Ace's small apartment. As he sat by the window, his mind still reeling from the events of
the previous night, the memory of the chilling encounter with Shiver Shad remained fresh in his
thoughts. The weight of responsibility bore down on his shoulders, serving as a reminder of the
challenges inherent in his chosen path.

Amidst his contemplation, a sudden beep pierced the silence. Ace's attention snapped to his phone,
its screen illuminating with an incoming message from an unknown number. As he opened the
message, his eyes widened, absorbing the chilling words displayed on the screen.

"Stay out of matters that do not concern you."

The message was stark and cryptic, and its implications sent a shiver down his spine. Then came
the gut-wrenching revelation: Itsuka Kendo had been kidnapped, with a dangerous threat looming
over her safety.
His heart raced in his chest, and his mind raced as he comprehended the gravity of the situation.
The realization that his friend was in danger ignited a fire within him, one that burned with an
unyielding resolve to take action. The chilling warning only fueled his determination, banishing
any lingering doubts.

Ace's grip on his phone tightened, and his brows furrowed with a mix of anger and concern. He
couldn't allow fear to paralyze him, not when the safety of a friend hung in the balance. Memories
of the night before, of the battles he had fought and the choices he had made, became a driving
force propelling him into action.

His mind raced, formulating a plan, a strategy to rescue Itsuka Kendo from whatever peril had
befallen her. The small apartment seemed to pulse with his determination, and the walls bore
witness to the unwavering resolve emanating from him.

With a determined exhale, Ace stood, his gaze unwavering and focused. The path ahead was
fraught with uncertainty and danger, but he was ready to face whatever obstacles awaited. His
friends were his family, and he would not stand idly by while one of them was in peril.

As Ace stepped out onto the bustling city streets, his heart surged with a mixture of determination
and urgency. The cryptic message and the danger that loomed over Itsuka Kendo remained at the
forefront of his thoughts, propelling him forward on a path he was determined to follow. Every
step seemed to bear the weight of responsibility, a reminder of the bond he shared with his friends.

Amidst the crowd, he spotted familiar faces – Nejire and Mirio. Their presence brought a sense of
relief, a reminder that he was not alone in this endeavor. He approached them, his expression a
blend of concern and determination.

"Nejire, Mirio," he began, his voice carrying the gravity of the situation. "I need your help. It's
about Itsuka Kendo. She's been kidnapped, and I received a threatening message. I don't know
who's behind it, but I can't just stand by and do nothing."

Nejire's eyes widened in genuine concern, her vibrant personality momentarily subdued by the
seriousness of Ace's words. "Oh no, that's terrible! We need to take action."

Mirio's resolute expression mirrored Ace's determination. "You can count on us, Ace. We're
heroes-in-training, and helping a friend in need is what we do."

Ace's gratitude was evident as he nodded, a sense of camaraderie forming in their shared resolve.
"Thank you both. I knew I could rely on you. I have this note with the message. Maybe we can
show it to someone who might have some insight, or figure out where to start looking."

As they examined the note, Nejire's analytical mind was already at work. "The language in this
message is odd. It's almost like a warning, as if someone wants to keep us away from something."

Mirio's enthusiasm was palpable. "Let's take this to someone who might be able to help us decipher
it. And then, we'll figure out a plan to rescue Itsuka."

Ace's heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and determination. With Nejire and Mirio by his side,
he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The challenge ahead was formidable, but their shared
commitment to their friend's safety was unyielding.

As they set off together, their footsteps echoed with the promise of teamwork and the unbreakable
bonds forged in the crucible of heroism. The night was alive with possibilities, and together, they
were determined to unravel the mystery and rescue their friend from the clutches of danger.
The meeting with Shinya Kurogane was a pivotal step in their mission to rescue Itsuka Kendo. As
Ace, Nejire, and Mirio presented the cryptic message and the information they had gathered,
Shinya's analytical mind sprang into action. He meticulously examined the note, his eyes scanning
the text as if deciphering a complex code.

After a brief silence, Shinya's expression shifted, and a spark of realization lit up his eyes. "I've got
it," he declared, his voice confident and unwavering. "The language and phrasing in this message
suggest manipulation and

psychological tactics. It's likely that the intention was to divert our attention away from something
specific."

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as his mind raced. "The mention of Itsuka Kendo's
kidnapping was a distraction, designed to draw our focus away from the true target. Given the
history of heroism in this city and the fact that the old bodies belonged to former heroes who had
passed away, it all points to a motive connected to our hero society."

Ace leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Shinya with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. "So,
where do we go from here? What's the real target?"

Shinya's lips curled into a determined smile. "The old abandoned lab that you mentioned – it's
likely that's where we'll find the answers. The fact that the victims are former heroes suggests a
connection to heroics. And since they're using the zombies as a diversion, it's plausible that they're
after something hidden within that lab."

Nejire's eyes widened in realization. "That makes sense! So, we need to investigate the lab and find
out what they're really after."

Mirio's enthusiasm was palpable. "Let's move quickly then. Time is of the essence, and we can't
afford to let them slip away."

Shinya nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Agreed. But we must exercise caution.
Whoever is behind this knows we're onto them, and they won't hesitate to defend their secrets."

With their plan in motion, the group's resolve burned stronger than ever. Shinya's deductive
abilities had led them to a crucial breakthrough, setting the stage for their next move. As they
prepared to confront the unknown dangers lurking within the old lab, their shared commitment to
justice and friendship blazed brighter than ever.

The old, abandoned lab stood like a forgotten relic, shrouded in darkness and mystery. The air was
thick with anticipation as Ace, Nejire, Mirio, and Shinya approached the eerie structure. The
moon's pale light cast long shadows across the cracked walls, giving the place an otherworldly
aura.

Ace's eyes were sharp as he observed the surroundings, his senses on high alert. Nejire's vibrant
presence was a contrast to the somber atmosphere, her curiosity evident in the way she scanned the
area. Mirio's resolute expression showed his determination, his unwavering commitment to their
mission.

Shinya's analytical gaze swept over the exterior, his mind processing every detail. "The
architecture of this place suggests it was constructed with specific purposes in mind. There might
be hidden passages or compartments that hold the key to our answers."

Ace nodded in agreement, acknowledging Shinya's expertise. "Alright, Shinya. Lead the way. Find
us any clues you can."

Shinya's hands traced the surface of the walls, his fingers brushing against imperfections and
cracks. "My quirk allows me to perceive minute irregularities that might indicate concealed
entrances or mechanisms. Keep an eye out for anything unusual."

The group moved with deliberate caution, exploring the exterior of the lab with a sense of purpose.
Ace's flames illuminated their path, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
Nejire's energy provided a stark contrast to the eerie quiet, her voice breaking the silence. "I can't
believe we're actually investigating a secret lab. This is like something out of a mystery novel!"

Mirio's grin was infectious. "And we're the heroes solving the mystery."

As they moved along, Shinya's fingers paused, his keen eyes narrowing. "Here," he said, his voice
low yet full of conviction. "There's an indentation here – a subtle outline that suggests a hidden
doorway."

Ace's heart quickened with anticipation as Shinya's words hung in the air. "Let's see if it leads us to
answers."

With a synchronized effort, the group worked together to press against the concealed doorway. A
faint click echoed through the air, and then, with a slow creak, the entrance opened, revealing a
dimly lit corridor that beckoned them deeper within.

Their footsteps echoed with purpose as they moved through the corridor, their senses heightened as
they navigated the unknown. The air was musty, carrying with it the weight of years gone by. The
walls were adorned with faded charts and diagrams, remnants of experiments long past.

Shinya's analytical mind was in overdrive, his fingers brushing against the walls as he scanned for
hidden compartments. "There's something more here," he mused, his voice a whisper. "I sense a
hidden chamber, perhaps a central area that might hold the answers we seek."

Nejire's voice was hushed with excitement. "This is getting more and more intriguing by the
minute!"

Mirio's determination remained unwavering. "Let's keep moving. Whatever they're hiding, we'll
uncover it."

Their journey led them deeper into the labyrinthine passages of the lab. They encountered more
hidden doors, secret chambers, and faded remnants of experiments. The tension in the air was
palpable, a testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.

As the group delved deeper into the labyrinthine passages of the lab, the atmosphere grew
increasingly tense. The air felt heavy with the weight of the past, and the shadows seemed to dance
with secrets waiting to be uncovered. Ace's flames flickered, casting an eerie glow that played
upon the walls, while Nejire's energy provided a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere.

Mirio's determination was a guiding force, his unwavering spirit bolstering their progress. Shinya's
analytical mind continued to assess their surroundings, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger or
information that might lead them to Itsuka.

Their journey led them to a large chamber bathed in an ethereal blue light. The room was filled
with an array of intricate machinery, its purpose shrouded in mystery. And then, as if emerging
from the shadows themselves, three figures materialized – Siren Seraphina, Magnet Mira, and
Echo Eamon.
Siren Seraphina stood at the forefront, her presence commanding attention. Her long, flowing hair
shimmered like liquid silver, cascading down her back in an ethereal cascade. Her eyes held a
hypnotic quality, a swirling blend of cerulean and sapphire that seemed to draw others in. Her attire
resembled an elegant gown, the fabric shifting like water as she moved.

Magnet Mira's form exuded an undeniable magnetism – not only in her powers but also in her aura.
Her metallic attire seemed to adhere to her body as if held by an unseen force. Her dark hair was
streaked with vibrant streaks of silver, and her eyes gleamed with an intense focus. Mira's posture
exuded confidence, her very presence a testament to her strength.

Echo Eamon, the final figure, emanated an enigmatic air. His appearance seemed to shift and blur,
as if he were a living echo of himself. His attire was a mix of dark and light, a visual representation
of his uncanny abilities. His eyes held a depth that hinted at a wisdom beyond his years, a trait that
drew others in despite his enigmatic nature.

The confrontation was tense, the silence punctuated by the weight of their respective intentions.
Siren Seraphina's voice was a melodious cadence that held a touch of icy charm. "Well, well. It
seems our little intrusion has been noticed."

Magnet Mira's gaze was piercing as she spoke, her tone laced with a sense of challenge. "You may
have wandered into our domain, but you're sorely mistaken if you think we'll let you disrupt our
plans."

Echo Eamon's words were cryptic, his voice carrying a sense of detachment. "Curious creatures,
you are. Venturing into matters you can't possibly comprehend."

Ace's stance was firm, his determination unyielding. "We're here for Itsuka Kendo. Whatever your
plans are, they end here."

Nejire's energy blazed, her resolve mirroring her fiery spirit. "We won't let you stand in the way of
justice."

Mirio's grin was unshakeable, his voice carrying a mix of confidence and camaraderie. "And we're
not alone. Our unity is our strength."

The chamber seemed to pulse with anticipation as the clash of intentions erupted into action. The
heroes moved with a synchronized determination, their combined strength a force to be reckoned
with. The battle unfolded like a symphony of powers and strategies, each hero facing their
respective opponent with unwavering resolve.

Ace's flames blazed brighter, a symbol of his fiery determination as he faced off against Magnet
Mira. She stood her ground with an air of magnetism, her power exerting a pull that challenged
Ace's control. Mira's metallic armor seemed to amplify her abilities, the very air charged with the
electric energy of her quirk.

Their battle was a dance of opposing forces – Ace's flames clashing against Mira's magnetic field.
Sparks flew as fire and metal collided, the air crackling with energy. Ace's agility and mastery over
his quirk allowed him to maneuver through Mira's magnetic pulls, his flames licking at her
defenses.

Mirio's form seemed to blur with his characteristic F

inesse, his movements fluid and precise as he faced off against Siren Seraphina. Her hypnotic
voice carried an icy charm, her siren-like abilities attempting to ensnare his senses. But Mirio's
determination remained unshaken, his smile a testament to his indomitable spirit.

Their battle was a dance of evasion and counterattacks – Mirio's intangibility countering Siren's
allure. His quirk's intangibility allowed him to slip through her auditory influence, his attacks
landing true. With each step, he closed the distance, his grin never faltering as he moved with
relentless determination.

Nejire's energy surged, her vibrant presence clashing against Echo Eamon's enigmatic abilities. His
form seemed to shift and echo, an illusion that challenged her perception. But Nejire's spirit burned
brightly, her positive energy a powerful force against his mysterious nature.

Their battle was a display of vibrant energy against elusive echoes – Nejire's fluid movements and
dynamic attacks against Echo's illusions. Her ability to manipulate energy allowed her to disrupt
his illusions and strike true, her determination pushing her beyond the limits of his enigmatic
tricks.

The battles waged on, a whirlwind of powers, emotions, and tactics that painted the chamber with
bursts of flames, flashes of light, and echoes of determination. Ace, Mirio, and Nejire pressed on,
their unity driving them to overcome their respective opponents.

Ace's flames roared with intensity, his control and mastery of his quirk evident as he continued to
clash with Magnet Mira. With a burst of fire, he created a blazing vortex that disrupted Mira's
magnetic field, allowing him to close in. His fists ignited with flames as he delivered a powerful
blow, sending Mira reeling.

Mirio's movements were a dance of finesse and precision, his grin never fading as he evaded Siren
Seraphina's hypnotic attempts. With a sudden burst of speed, he phased through her defenses,
landing a series of rapid punches that shattered her armor. His unwavering determination chipped
away at her allure, exposing her vulnerabilities.

Nejire's energy blazed like a beacon, her positivity and strength of will cutting through Echo
Eamon's illusions. She unleashed a flurry of energy-infused attacks, each strike dispelling his
echoes and forcing him into a defensive stance. Her dynamic movements and vibrant energy left no
room for doubt – she was a force to be reckoned with.

As the battles reached their climax, the heroes emerged victorious. Magnet Mira, Siren Seraphina,
and Echo Eamon were left defeated, their once-confident facades shattered by the heroes'
unwavering determination and unity. As the chamber fell silent, the heroes stood together –
battered but unbroken, united by their shared purpose.

Following their hard-fought victory, Shinya Kurogane led the heroes to a dimly lit corridor that
seemed to wind through the depths of the facility. The air was thick with tension, a mixture of
anticipation and relief as they neared their goal. And then, at the end of the corridor, they reached a
reinforced door – the entrance to a cell.

The cell was a stark contrast to the rest of the facility, its cold and damp interior sending shivers
down their spines. Itsuka Kendo stood within, her presence a testament to her resilience even in the
face of captivity. Her attire was tattered, a reflection of her struggles, yet her unwavering spirit still
shone through.

As Ace approached the cell, his flames blazed with intensity, casting a warm light upon the scene.
Itsuka's eyes widened in surprise as she saw her friends – Ace, Mirio, Nejire, and Shinya – standing
before her. Her gaze met Ace's, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident in her expression.
"Ace? Mirio? Nejire?" Itsuka's voice trembled with emotion, her astonishment mingling with a
sense of hope. "You're here… you came for me."

Mirio's grin was infectious as he responded, his voice carrying the weight of their unity. "Of course
we did, Itsuka! We're a team, and we don't leave anyone behind."

Nejire's energy blazed, her eyes shining with determination. "We're here to bring you home, Itsuka.
No one messes with our friends."

Shinya's calm demeanor was a reassuring presence as he approached the cell. "We've got
everything under control. It's time to get you out of here."

Ace's flames roared to life as he focused his power on the cell's reinforced bars. The metal began to
soften and warp under the intense heat, the familiar scent of burning metal filling the air. As the
bars melted away, Itsuka stepped forward, her movements a blend of relief and resolve.

Itsuka's appearance was a testament to her strength, her tattered attire unable to dim her unwavering
spirit. Her hair fell in disarray around her, a stark contrast to the determined fire in her eyes. Her
expression shifted from astonishment to determination as she stepped through the now-open cell
door.

"Thank you, everyone." Itsuka's voice held a mix of gratitude and resolve. "I knew I could count
on you all."
 Confronting Darkness

As the heroes stood united, with Itsuka's freedom reclaimed and their adversaries defeated, a
moment of contemplation hung in the air. The chamber seemed to hold its breath as they faced a
pivotal decision: whether to fall back, satisfied with their hard-won victory, or to press forward and
confront the man at the center of the intricate web of chaos and mystery.

Ace's gaze shifted between his friends, the weight of the decision palpable. The fire within him
burned with fierce determination, reflecting the flames of his past. He remembered the countless
battles he had fought as a pirate, the pursuit of justice, and the protection of those he cared about.

Mirio's smile remained unwavering, his stance a reflection of his unbreakable spirit. "We're a team,
and we don't back down from a challenge."

Nejire's vibrant energy radiated, her resolve clear in her expression. "If there's someone behind all
of this, we need to make sure they can't hurt anyone else."

Shinya's calm presence was a steady anchor amidst the intensity of the moment. "We've come this
far. It's only right that we uncover the truth."

Itsuka's determination mirrored that of her friends, her voice unwavering. "Let's make sure no one
else has to go through what I did."

The heroes' unity resonated in their shared decision: to press forward, to face the unknown
adversary, and to unravel the secrets that had led them down this path. As they moved toward the
heart of the facility, the chamber seemed to pulse with anticipation, each step echoing their
determination.

As the heroes pressed forward, their determination unwavering, Shinya Kurogane's analytical mind
shifted into high gear. His calm demeanor belied the rapid workings of his intellect, with each clue
and detail piecing together a complex puzzle. The chamber held secrets, and Shinya was
determined to uncover them.

His gaze swept over the chamber, taking in the smallest of details – the layout of the facility, the
patterns of the walls, the architecture that whispered stories of its history. Every scuff mark, every
shadow, every echo held significance in Shinya's observant eyes.

He crouched down to inspect a faded patch on the floor, his fingers gently tracing the edges of a
hidden seam. It was a minute detail, but one that caught his attention. It was a sign – a sign of a
concealed entrance, a passage that would lead deeper into the facility.

Shinya's mind worked rapidly, piecing together the implications of the seam's discovery. The
hidden entrance would likely be a route of escape for the mastermind behind the chaos they had
witnessed. But where would it lead? The answer came to him as he observed the layout of the
facility – a series of underground tunnels, a labyrinthine network that could lead to a multitude of
destinations.

His eyes shifted to the walls, their surface adorned with faded maps and blueprints. These weren't
mere decorations – they were clues. Shinya's trained eye discerned a pattern, a set of
interconnected tunnels that seemed to converge at a central point. It was here, amidst the network
of tunnels, that their adversary would find his refuge.

As his thoughts aligned, Shinya stood up, his expression focused and resolute. He turned to the
group, his voice carrying the weight of his deduction. "I believe I've figured out the location of our
adversary. The hidden entrance we discovered leads to a network of tunnels – tunnels that converge
at a central point. That's where he's most likely hiding."

The chamber seemed to buzz with the energy of realization, the heroes recognizing the brilliance of
Shinya's deduction. His ability to piece together the puzzle was a testament to his intellect, and the
hope of finally confronting their adversary filled the air.

Ace's flames seemed to flicker with renewed determination, his gaze meeting Shinya's with
gratitude. "Thanks, Shinya. Let's put an end to this."

Mirio's grin widened, his enthusiasm matching the urgency of the moment. "Time to finish what
we started."

Nejire's energy blazed brightly, her spirit undeterred by the challenges ahead. "We're closer than
ever. Let's go."

Itsuka's determination mirrored that of her friends, her voice resolute. "We're not backing down
now. Let's find this guy and bring him to justice."

As the heroes pressed forward, guided by Shinya's deduction, a sense of urgency pulsed in every
step. Their determination to confront the mastermind of the evil group fueled their movements,
their camaraderie an unbreakable bond amidst the challenges that lay ahead.

The network of tunnels stretched before them, a labyrinthine path that seemed to twist and turn
endlessly. Shadows danced along the walls, and the air was thick with an eerie anticipation. The
heroes' footsteps echoed in the narrow passages, a symphony of unity and resolve.

Ace's flames blazed at his sides, casting a warm light upon the path ahead. His movements were
purposeful, his senses attuned to any sign of danger. The fire within him mirrored his
determination to protect his friends and uncover the truth.

Mirio's grin remained unyielding, his movements a blur of agility as he navigated the tunnels with
grace. His unwavering spirit was a guiding light, his quick thinking and determination a source of
inspiration for the group.

Nejire's energy radiated like a beacon, her vibrant presence cutting through the darkness of the
tunnels. Her movements were fluid and dynamic, each step a testament to her resilience and
unyielding spirit. Her determination to see justice served fueled her every action.

Shinya's calm demeanor was a steady anchor amidst the chaos, his analytical mind working
tirelessly to guide the group forward. His steps were deliberate, each one a testament to his
meticulous planning and unwavering focus on their goal.

As the heroes advanced, they encountered a group of zombies blocking their path. The zombies
shambled towards them, their eerie moans echoing through the tunnels. The heroes exchanged
glances, each one understanding the need for swift and coordinated action.

Ace's flames erupted into a blazing inferno as he launched a barrage of fire bullets, each one
striking with precision and power. The zombies crumbled under the onslaught of heat, their forms
reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Mirio's movements were a whirlwind of speed and grace as he danced through the fray. His attacks
were precise, his punches and kicks connecting with deadly accuracy, sending the zombies
sprawling in his wake.
Nejire's energy surged, her attacks a dazzling display of power. Her quirk sent shockwaves through
the ground, causing the zombies to lose their footing and stumble. Her energy was contagious,
inspiring her friends to fight with renewed vigor.

Shinya's intellect guided his actions, his attacks calculated and efficient. His control over his quirk
was precise, allowing him to manipulate the environment to his advantage. His strategic thinking
kept the group one step ahead of the encroaching threat.

Dr. Moros' chilling laughter cut through the tension, his voice dripping with malice. "Ah, the
meddling kids have arrived to thwart my plans. How tiresome. You've caused me quite the
inconvenience."

Ace's voice rang out, his determination unwavering. "Your plans end here, Moros. We won't let
you continue this chaos."

Mirio's grin was infectious, his confidence unwavering. "You're underestimating the power of
unity, Moros. We won't back down."

Nejire's energy blazed brightly as she addressed the villain. "You can try to manipulate us, but
we're stronger than you think. We're not alone in this fight."

Shinya's calm voice cut through the tension, his intellect a guiding force. "Your reign of chaos ends
now. We've seen through your web of deception."

As the battle commenced, Ace's flames erupted into a blazing inferno. He focused his power,
channeling it into fiery projectiles that streaked through the air. The flames connected with the
zombies, engulfing them in searing heat as they crumbled into ash.

Mirio's movements were a whirlwind of agility and precision. His punches and kicks connected
with lightning speed, each strike hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. "We won't let your
darkness overcome us!"

Nejire's energy radiated like a beacon, her attacks a dazzling display of power. She sent
shockwaves through the ground, disrupting the zombies' movements and giving her friends the
upper hand. "You can't control us, Moros!"

Shinya's intellect guided his actions, his quirk manipulating the environment to his advantage. He
calculated each move with precision, using his strategic insight to stay one step ahead. "Your plans
are unraveling, Moros. We won't be pawns in your game."

The chamber became a battleground of fire and ice, determination and malevolence. Dr. Moros'
attacks were relentless, his dark energy intertwining with the heroes' efforts. "You can't stop what
I've set in motion!"

The zombies moved in waves, their lifeless advance a testament to Dr. Moros' control over them.
Yet, the heroes pushed back with unwavering unity. Each attack they launched was a declaration of
their determination to thwart his plans.

The battle was a symphony of speed and power, the clash of opposing forces creating a vivid
tableau of action and conflict. As the battle reached its crescendo, Ace's flames burned brighter,
Mirio's grin remained unyielding, Nejire's energy blazed fiercely, and Shinya's intellect guided
their every move.

As the battle raged on, Ace's focus shifted to the relentless wave of zombies that Dr. Moros
commanded. His flames blazed with intensity as he unleashed a barrage of fire bullets, each one
aimed with precision to take down the encroaching threats. His determination to protect his friends
fueled his every movement, his power a testament to his unwavering resolve.

Meanwhile, the chamber crackled with energy as Mirio and Dr. Moros faced off, their opposing
forces colliding in a battle of light and darkness. Mirio's grin remained unyielding, his eyes locked
onto Moros' malevolent gaze. The air hummed with tension, the anticipation of the clash palpable.

Moros' voice dripped with arrogance as he taunted Mirio. "You think you can stop me, little hero?
You're nothing compared to the power I wield."

Mirio's response was a determined grin. "Arrogance is a dangerous weakness, Moros. And I won't
let your darkness consume this world."

The clash began with a surge of dark energy, as Moros unleashed his power in a twisting vortex of
malevolence. Mirio's movements were a blur of motion, his body twisting and contorting as he
deftly avoided the onslaught. His agility was unmatched, each dodge a calculated step in a dance of
evasion.

Moros' attacks were unpredictable, his dark energy warping and twisting the environment around
him. He hurled bolts of energy, each one crackling with power as it shot toward Mirio. Mirio's grin
never wavered as he weaved through the barrage, his movements fluid and dynamic.

Mirio launched his own counterattacks, his strikes a blur of speed and precision. His punches and
kicks connected with resounding force, each one sending ripples through the air as they struck
Moros' shield of dark energy. "Is that the best you've got?" Mirio taunted, his voice laced with
confidence.

Moros' laughter echoed through the chamber, his arrogance evident in his voice. "You're just a
child playing hero, Mirio. Your efforts are in vain." But Mirio's determination burned brighter than
ever. He pressed forward with relentless energy, his movements becoming a whirlwind of motion.
He closed in on Moros with blinding speed, his fists a blur as he launched a series of rapid strikes.

Moros' shield of dark energy faltered under Mirio's onslaught, cracks forming in its façade. Mirio's
grin widened as he pressed his advantage, each punch and kick striking true. "Your darkness won't
prevail. The light always shines through."

Moros' frustration grew as his attacks faltered against Mirio's unyielding determination. He
unleashed a final surge of dark energy, his voice dripping with venom. "You can't stop me, Mirio!"

But Mirio's grin remained unshaken, his resolve unwavering. With a final burst of energy, he
executed a devastating strike, his fist colliding with Moros' shield. The force of the impact sent
shockwaves through the chamber, shattering the shield and sending Moros sprawling to the
ground.

As Dr. Moros lay defeated, the chamber was enveloped in a heavy silence. The once-threatening
zombies fell back to a lifeless state, their connection to Moros severed. The heroes stood amidst the
aftermath of their battle, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over them.

Ace's flames flickered with a sense of accomplishment, the warmth of his power contrasting the
icy chill that had once pervaded the chamber. Mirio's triumphant grin remained, a testament to their
victory over the darkness that had sought to consume them. Nejire's energy blazed with a renewed
intensity, the radiance of her spirit undimmed by the battle's toll. Shinya's calm intellect guided his
thoughts, the satisfaction of unraveling the mystery and emerging victorious bringing a sense of
fulfillment.
The heroes exchanged weary smiles, their unity having triumphed over the malevolence that had
threatened to engulf them. The weight of their efforts and sacrifices was palpable, but so was the
sense of accomplishment that came with overcoming adversity.

As the dust settled and the tension dissipated, the chamber felt different. The oppressive aura that
had once hung in the air had lifted, replaced by a sense of tranquility. The heroes looked around,
their gazes reflecting the transformation that had taken place. The battle was over, the darkness
dispelled, and the zombies returned to their lifeless state.

The heroes took a moment to catch their breaths, their shared journey having brought them closer
together. The bonds forged in the crucible of battle were unbreakable, their unity and determination
having proven stronger than the forces that had sought to tear them apart.

With Dr. Moros and his accomplices in custody, the heroes made their way to the police station,
accompanied by the defeated villains. The officers on duty looked up in surprise as the group
entered, their expressions shifting from curiosity to recognition as they saw the heroes responsible
for capturing the criminals.

Officer Ramirez, a seasoned veteran, raised an eyebrow as he approached the group. "Well, well,
looks like you kids have been busy," he remarked with a wry smile. "Another successful takedown,
I presume?"

Ace nodded, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. "Yeah, we managed to put a stop to their plans
and bring them in."

Officer Ramirez glanced at the restrained villains. "Good work. You've saved us a lot of trouble."

As the heroes provided their statements and evidence, describing the events that had transpired, the
officers listened intently, nodding in understanding. Officer Daniels leaned in, his curiosity
evident. "So, you guys took on zombies and a mad scientist all in one go?"

Mirio grinned. "That's right! Teamwork makes the dream work, you know?"

Nejire's laughter rang out as she playfully bumped Mirio's shoulder. "And a little bit of fire and ice
helped too."

Shinya's calm voice chimed in. "A coordinated effort and quick thinking were essential. We had to
adapt on the fly."

As the villains were led away in restraints, Officer Ramirez gave a nod of approval. "You kids did
a solid job. You've got a bright future ahead of you in the hero world."

Outside the police station, the heroes reveled in the sense of accomplishment that came with a job
well done. Ace's flames flickered with lingering energy as he looked around at his friends. "We
make a pretty good team, huh?"

Itsuka smiled. "Definitely. Couldn't have asked for better partners."

Mirio's grin was infectious. "And we've got stories to tell now!"

Nejire's laughter was accompanied by a playful nudge to Ace's arm. "And we make quite the
dynamic duo, huh?"

As they strolled down the street, their camaraderie evident, Nejire couldn't help but glance at Ace
with a hint of admiration. Itsuka's friendly interactions with Ace held a warmth that went beyond
friendship, while Mirio's energy and positivity seemed to light up the whole street.
 Fire Fist Reborn

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Ace settled back into his daily routine at UA Academy, and his recent experiences had added depth
to his interactions and activities. The bustling hallways and classrooms had become a familiar
environment, and the companionship of his classmates was like an anchor in this new world.

Itsuka Kendo continued to guide him through the complexities of hero training. She patiently
explained techniques, offered study tips, and provided encouragement during moments of doubt.

Ace: "Hey, Itsuka, do you think I'm improving with my fire abilities?"

Itsuka smiled reassuringly. "Certainly, Ace. Your control is getting better, and I've seen you using
your powers more strategically. Just keep practicing, and you'll get stronger."

Ace often stayed behind after classes to seek her advice and ask questions, grateful for her
unwavering support.

During breaks between classes, Ace also spent time with his friends from Class 1-B. Yosetsu
Awase's straightforward approach to life led to enlightening conversations.

Yosetsu: "You know, Ace, sometimes the simplest solution is the best one. You don't always need
flashy moves to succeed."

Ace chuckled. "You're right, Yosetsu. I'll keep that in mind."

Reiko Yanagi's quiet and observant nature allowed her to keenly analyze the academy's dynamics,
providing insights that sometimes surprised Ace.

Reiko: "Ace, have you noticed how different quirks interact in battles? It's fascinating to see how
strategy can play a crucial role."

Ace nodded, intrigued by her perspective. "Yeah, you're right. Combining different quirks can lead
to powerful outcomes."

Hiryu Rin's enthusiasm for training and battle strategies reminded Ace of the thrill of improvement.

Hiryu: "Ace, let's spar sometime! We can learn a lot from each other's fighting styles."

Ace grinned. "Sounds like a plan, Hiryu. I'm always up for a challenge."

Setsuna Tokage's witty remarks and clever ideas never failed to bring a smile to Ace's face.

Setsuna: "Ace, have you ever considered using your flames for tasks other than combat? Like
precision tasks or even artistic endeavors?"

Ace pondered the idea. "I haven't, but that's an interesting thought. Maybe I can experiment with
it."

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, with his boisterous energy, had formed a friendship with Ace through shared
training sessions.
Tetsutetsu: "Ace, your fire quirk is seriously impressive! We should team up more often."

Ace laughed. "Sure thing, Tetsutetsu. We'll bring the heat together!"

Mirio's radiant optimism was infectious, and their encounters often turned into spirited discussions
about heroism and their dreams.

Mirio: "Ace, I can see it in your eyes—you're destined for greatness as a hero!"

Ace felt encouraged by Mirio's words. "Thanks, Mirio. Your confidence means a lot."

Nejire's vivacious laughter and genuine interest in others made her a natural magnet for
camaraderie, and Ace often found himself captivated by her enthusiasm.

Nejire: "Ace, have you ever tried using your fire to create intricate patterns? It could be a cool
signature move!"

Ace grinned. "I'll give it a shot, Nejire. You always have the most creative ideas."

Neito Monoma's competitive banter brought an unexpected dynamic to their interactions.

Neito: "Ace, you may have a flashy quirk, but I'll show you the true essence of strategy in battle!"

Ace playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, Neito, you always keep things interesting."

Despite their differences, there was an unspoken camaraderie between them.

Ace: "You drive me crazy, Neito, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Neito smirked. "Likewise, Ace. Our rivalry keeps us on our toes."

As the days unfolded, Ace's confidence as a student and hero grew. He took each training session
as an opportunity to push his limits, hone his fire-based abilities, and experiment with new
techniques. The subtle interactions, whether it was Mirio's encouragement, Nejire's praise, or
Neito's jesting, all played a part in shaping his journey.

The friendships he had built became pillars of strength, reminding him that he wasn't alone in this
journey of self-discovery. With each challenge he faced, Ace was reminded that while his past
remained shrouded in mystery, the present was a canvas on which he could paint his own identity.
And as he continued to forge connections and leave his mark on UA Academy, he was ready to
embrace whatever the future had in store.

The day had come for Ace to receive his hero outfit, a symbol of his commitment to the path of
heroism. As he stood before the tailor, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and pressure.
The outfit had to reflect his identity, his abilities, and the hero he aspired to become.

Ace's mind raced as he contemplated his hero name. He wanted it to be meaningful, a name that
resonated with his past and his aspirations. He found himself seeking input from his friends, who
had become his pillars of support.

Mirio's enthusiastic suggestion had an infectious energy. "How about Inferno Guardian? It captures
the intensity of your flames and the protective spirit of a hero."

Nejire's bright smile reassured him. "Flame Phoenix could be a great fit. It symbolizes rebirth and
strength, qualities that embody your journey."
Itsuka's practical perspective added another layer of insight. "Considering your versatility, Phoenix
Blaze could work. It signifies both your fire powers and your determination to rise."

With their suggestions in mind, Ace spent the day pondering his options, each one holding its own
allure. As the sun set and he watched the colors of the sky blend into fiery hues, a name emerged
that resonated deep within him.

The next day, Ace stood before his friends, clad in his new hero outfit. The design combined his
iconic hat and prayer beads necklace with a sleek yet functional suit. As he unveiled himself, he
felt a surge of pride.

Ace: "After much thought, I've decided on my hero name."

Mirio, Nejire, and Itsuka exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued.

Ace: "I'll be known as Fire Fist."

Mirio's grin lit up his face. "That's awesome, Ace! Fire Fist—a name that's as fiery as your spirit."

Nejire clapped her hands in approval. "I love it! Fire Fist truly captures your essence."

Itsuka nodded, a proud smile on her lips. "Well-chosen, Ace. Fire Fist is a name that's bound to
inspire."

As Ace embraced his new hero identity as Fire Fist, he couldn't shake the strange feeling of
familiarity that came with the term "Fire Fist." It was as if there was a hidden connection, a thread
tying him to the concept. He pondered over the name's significance, wondering why it resonated
with him so deeply.

Unbeknownst to him, his smile held a touch of nostalgia. In his previous life, as a pirate sailing the
Grand Line, Ace had been known as Fire Fist Ace. It was what people would often call him back
then. So, taking that
 Sports Festival Part 1

Ace's anticipation was palpable as he gathered with his friends from Class 1-B. The excitement in
the air was contagious, and he couldn't help but smile as he listened to the chatter around him.

Itsuka Kendo leaned in, her eyes brimming with determination. "The obstacle challenge is going to
be intense, but I'm confident we can handle it."

Reiko Yanagi nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We'll show them what Class
1-B is made of!"

Ace chuckled, his excitement evident as his flames flickered. "Yeah, let's give it our all and leave a
lasting impression."

As they continued to chat and exchange words of encouragement, Ace couldn't resist the urge to
introduce himself to some potential rivals from Class 1-A.

Approaching a group of 1-A students, Ace greeted them with a friendly grin. "Hey, I'm Ace from
Class 1-B. Are you all excited about the obstacle challenge?"

A lively girl with pink hair turned to him, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Hi, Ace! I'm Mina
Ashido. Yeah, I can't wait to show everyone what I can do!"

Ace nodded, impressed by her energy. "Looking forward to seeing your Quirk in action, Mina."

A boy with wild green hair chimed in. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. This is a great opportunity to prove
ourselves."

Ace's grin widened. "Absolutely, Izuku. Let's all give it our best shot."

As the conversations flowed, Ace found himself connecting with the students of Class 1-A. The
banter was light-hearted, filled with a sense of camaraderie that transcended class boundaries. They
exchanged stories, shared laughs, and basked in the shared excitement of the upcoming challenge.

Meanwhile, his friends from Class 1-B also exchanged nods and smiles with their counterparts.
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu flexed his muscles with a grin. "We'll be the ones to steal the spotlight!"

Setsuna Tokage playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh please, don't get too carried away."

Ace chuckled, enjoying the friendly competition. "Let's make sure we put on a show that no one
will forget."

As the moments passed, the sense of unity among the students became palpable. Ace had forged
connections, both within his class and beyond. The obstacle challenge was not just about
showcasing individual abilities; it was an opportunity for every student to demonstrate their spirit,
determination, and unwavering passion for becoming heroes.

Ace stood at the starting line, his heart racing with anticipation. He glanced over at Itsuka with a
confident grin, determination gleaming in his eyes. "Follow the path I leave," he advised, already
forming a plan in his mind.

With a burst of energy, Ace's hand ignited in flames, intense heat radiating from his palm. He
unleashed a massive Hiken attack, a swirling torrent of fire and heat roaring forward like a raging
inferno. The flames engulfed the formidable robots in his path, turning their metal forms into
sizzling, sparking wreckage.

Ace's footsteps fell upon the scorched path he had created, his flames burning bright and fierce as
he surged forward. His heart pounded with excitement as he observed Bakugo's explosive
propulsion technique, a display of raw power that only fueled his determination. Ace pushed
himself harder, his flames blazing hotter and more intense, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

Approaching the pit, Ace's eyes gleamed with mischief. Instead of following the conventional
approach, he ignited a focused burst of flames beneath his feet. The flames propelled him upward,
his body soaring gracefully over the gaping chasm. The wind rushed past him as he sailed through
the air, landing on the other side with remarkable finesse.

The landmine section posed a new challenge, but Ace met it with unyielding resolve. His fiery
form moved with incredible agility, dancing between the explosive devices. As the mines
detonated in bursts of fire and smoke, Ace's intangible flames acted as a protective shield, allowing
him to glide through unscathed.

As Ace crossed the finish line, he glanced back at the path he had forged—a trail of scorched
earth, shattered robots, and flickering flames. A triumphant smile curved his lips, his chest
swelling with pride. He had completed the course with finesse, showcasing his agility, precision,
and mastery over his Quirk.

A quick glance to the side revealed Bakugo hot on his heels, his determination evident in the fiery
explosions that propelled him forward. Ace nodded in respect, recognizing the shared
determination and spirit they both possessed. The other participants followed suit, each hero-in-
training demonstrating their unique strengths and abilities.

But Ace's attention returned to Itsuka, his eyes locked onto her as she navigated the course with her
own strategies. He watched with a mixture of admiration and excitement, eager to see how she
would tackle the challenges before her.

After the exhilarating obstacle course, Ace joined his fellow Class 1-B members in a jubilant
celebration. Their cheers echoed through the air, a chorus of triumph and camaraderie. The
atmosphere was electric with excitement, the bonds between them growing stronger with every
shared victory.

Ace's eyes glistened with a mixture of satisfaction and determination. He had left his mark on the
course, his name now alongside the top contenders: Bakugo and Deku from Class 1-A. The
recognition and respect that came with such a feat fueled his passion even more, pushing him to
continue striving for greatness.

Among the cheering crowd, Ace's gaze sought out Itsuka. A warm smile curved his lips as he
approached her, his heart feeling light and joyful. "Hey, Itsuka," he greeted her, his tone carrying a
note of fondness.

Itsuka's eyes met his, a playful twinkle in them. "Impressive run, Ace," she said with a smirk, a hint
of teasing in her voice. "Burning your way through the competition, I see."

Ace chuckled, his flame-lit eyes dancing with mirth. "Just doing my thing," he replied, his
confidence evident. "But I heard you did pretty well too. Your strategic thinking really paid off."

Itsuka's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, her confidence momentarily faltering. "Well, I had some
inspiration," she admitted, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of admiration and something else
that Ace couldn't quite put his finger on.

As the celebration continued, Ace and Itsuka found themselves side by side, their shoulders
brushing against each other. The air was filled with laughter, cheers, and the vibrant energy of their
peers. Amidst it all, a comfortable silence settled between them, a connection that transcended
words.

"Hey, Ace," Itsuka began softly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.

Ace turned his gaze toward her, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah?"

Her gaze met his, her expression earnest. "Thanks for the advice earlier, about following your
path," she said, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "It really helped me during the course."

Ace's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and something more tender. "Anytime, Itsuka," he
replied, his voice sincere. "We're a team, after all."

Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving
only the two of them. In that moment,

Ace felt a connection—a shared purpose and a growing bond that went beyond the confines of the
obstacle course.

As the celebration continued, a certain tension began to weave its way through the festive
atmosphere. Ace noticed Bakugo's approach, his demeanor radiating a mixture of frustration and
anger. Ace stood his ground, his expression calm despite the rising tension.

Bakugo's piercing gaze locked onto Ace, his words laced with a confrontational edge. "You're from
1-B, huh? Don't think this means you're better than us. I should've been first."

Ace met Bakugo's intensity with a steady gaze, his voice even and unwavering. "I never said I'm
better than anyone. But I'm not about to back down from a challenge."

Deku, standing by Bakugo's side, looked at Ace with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "Ace,
was it?" he asked, his tone polite but inquisitive. "I don't think I've seen your quirk before. How
does it work?"

Ace offered Deku a friendly smile, appreciating his straightforwardness. "I've got a quirk that's
related to fire."

Deku's eyes widened in genuine interest, his analytical mind at work. "That's amazing! I've never
seen a quirk like that."

Neito, who had been observing the exchange, couldn't resist jumping into the conversation with his
signature flair. "Well, well, if it isn't the 1-A hotshots," he chimed in, his voice dripping with
playful mockery. "I hate to burst your explosive bubble, Bakugo, but Ace here's got his own fire to
bring to the table."

Bakugo's scowl deepened, his irritation clear. "You're all talk, 1-B."

Ace's lips quirked into a wry smile. "Funny, I could say the same about you, Bakugo."

The tension between the two sides escalated, the atmosphere crackling with rivalry and competitive
spirit. Yet, underneath it all, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. The battle of
words between 1-A and 1-B was a time-honored tradition, a way of acknowledging each other's
strengths and pushing each other to become better heroes.

As the banter continued, Ace found himself backed up by Neito, who relished in adding fuel to the
fire. The two of them engaged in a verbal dance, their words sharp and quick-witted. It was a battle
of egos, but also a display of unity within Class 1-B.

As the boys engaged in their spirited exchange, Ochaco and Itsuka found themselves in a quieter
corner, away from the escalating banter. Their conversation flowed with a different kind of energy,
one tinged with lightheartedness and a touch of bashfulness.

Ochaco's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she playfully nudged Itsuka. "So, Itsuka, anyone
caught your eye in Class 1-A?" she asked, a knowing grin forming on her lips.

Itsuka's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, you know, just
someone I find interesting."

Ochaco leaned in with an encouraging smile, her tone conspiratorial. "Come on, spill the beans!
Who's the lucky guy?"

Itsuka chuckled, her cheeks still flushed but her smile unapologetic. "Okay, fine. It's Ace. He's...
intriguing."

Ochaco's grin widened as she gently nudged Itsuka's shoulder. "He's definitely something, isn't he?
I can see why you're interested."

Their conversation was punctuated by a shared giggle, the camaraderie between the two girls
palpable. The topic of crushes was a universal one, one that transcended the boundaries of class
rivalry and competition. As they continued chatting, their laughter mingled with the spirited banter
of their classmates, creating an atmosphere of friendship and mutual understanding.
 Sports Festival Part 2

The day of the cavalry battle arrived, and the excitement was palpable in the air as the participants
gathered on the field. Ace stood with Itsuka, Tetsutetsu, and Neito, discussing their strategy amidst
the buzz of anticipation.

"The key is to work together and make the most of our strengths," Ace said, his eyes focused.
"Tetsutetsu, you're our front line. Draw attention and create chaos. Itsuka, use your Big Fist quirk
to smash through obstacles."

Itsuka nodded, her expression determined. "Got it. I'll clear the way for us."

Neito grinned mischievously. "And what about me, Captain Ace?"

Ace smirked. "Neito, your Copy quirk is our wild card. Adapt to whatever you see on the field and
use it to our advantage."

As the cavalry battle began, rival teams charged in all directions, each vying for supremacy. Ace's
team quickly found themselves approached by a team led by a confident class 1-A student. "Watch
out for Bakugo's team," Ace muttered to his teammates. "They're strong."

The clash began, with Tetsutetsu engaging Bakugo's team while Ace, Itsuka, and Neito focused on
securing points. Ace used his flames to create obstacles, forcing opponents to adjust their
strategies. Itsuka's powerful Big Fist quirk smashed through barriers, allowing them to advance.

As they fought, the rival teams' members exchanged banter and tactics. Ace's team had to stay alert
to both their immediate opponents and potential surprise attacks. Bakugo's explosive quirk posed a
challenge, but Itsuka's strength proved invaluable in clearing their path.

Their interactions were a mix of intense combat and strategic planning. Amidst the chaos, Neito
managed to copy a foe's mobility quirk, allowing him to navigate the field swiftly. "Captain Ace,
watch this!" Neito exclaimed, dashing ahead and tagging opponents before retreating with his
newfound agility.

Tetsutetsu's durability kept him standing despite the onslaught of attacks, his resilience providing
the team with precious time. "I'm holding them off! Go for the points!" he called, his determination
unwavering.

As the contest neared its conclusion, Ace spotted another class 1-A team attempting to sneak up on
them. "Incoming from the right!" he warned, using his flames to block their path.

With teamwork and strategy, Ace's team secured a significant amount of points. As the final
moments of the cavalry battle ticked away, the results were announced: Ace's team, alongside a
few others, would advance to the finals.

Panting but victorious, Ace turned to his teammates with a triumphant grin. "We did it. We're in the
finals."

Itsuka wiped sweat from her forehead. "Nice work, Ace."

Neito chuckled. "Looks like my copying skills came in handy."

Tetsutetsu pumped his fist. "We showed 'em what we've got!"
The rival teams acknowledged their efforts, some begrudgingly, as the field cleared. The cavalry
battle had been a test of strategy, teamwork, and adaptability, showcasing the unique abilities of
each participant.

As they walked off the field, the camaraderie among Ace, Itsuka, Tetsutetsu, and Neito was
evident. They had overcome challenges, rivals, and unexpected obstacles together, proving the
strength of their alliance.

As the excitement of the cavalry battle settled, Ace, Itsuka, Tetsutetsu, and Neito gathered
together, sharing a positive and casual conversation about their recent victory.

"That was intense, but we pulled it off," Ace said with a satisfied grin. "We showed them that class
1-B can compete with the best."

Itsuka nodded, her enthusiasm evident. "Definitely. And we'll carry this momentum into the finals.
Just imagine the surprises we can pull off."

Neito chuckled. "And the look on their faces when they see us shine on the big stage."

Tetsutetsu playfully flexed his muscles. "We're gonna give 'em a show they won't forget!"

The camaraderie among the four was undeniable as they relished in their success and exchanged
light-hearted banter. But the reality of the upcoming one-on-one fights section of the tournament
soon settled in.

Ace's expression grew thoughtful. "We might end up facing each other in the next rounds," he
pointed out. "But no matter what, let's give it our all. We've trained together, and now we'll
showcase our strengths."

Itsuka grinned. "Absolutely. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone."

Neito added, "And we can learn from each other's techniques. It's all about growth."

Tetsutetsu nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's gonna be tough, but we're gonna give everyone a run
for their money."

With determination in their hearts, the four friends exchanged a final encouraging look before they
headed to prepare for their upcoming one-on-one battles. They knew that despite the potential for
facing each other in the ring, their bonds would remain strong, and they would continue to support
each other no matter the outcome.

Neito Monoma stepped into the arena, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. His
opponent, Deku, stood on the other side, his determined gaze locked onto Neito. Neito knew he
was facing a formidable opponent, one with an ability that he hadn't fully grasped yet.

As the match began, Neito assessed his options. His Copy quirk allowed him to replicate and use
another person's quirk, but he had to touch them to do so. He had seen Deku in action before,
witnessed the incredible power of his quirk. But the drawback was that Neito didn't know the true
extent of Deku's abilities.

Neito's strategy was simple – he aimed to keep his distance from Deku and avoid direct
confrontations. He darted around the arena, evading Deku's attempts to close in on him. Neito's
mind raced, considering the quirks of their classmates and which one might give him an advantage
in this battle. He saw Itsuka, Ace, and Tetsutetsu in the stands, their encouraging expressions
fueling his determination.
Deku, however, was relentless. His speed and agility closed the gap between them, forcing Neito to
think on his feet. With a quick touch, he managed to copy another classmate's quirk temporarily,
hoping to gain an edge. But Deku's prowess and experience proved to be a challenge Neito couldn't
easily overcome.

Despite Neito's efforts, Deku's quirk began to overpower him. Neito felt his strength wane as the
battle continued, the borrowed quirk fading. He knew he needed a different approach, a way to
catch Deku off guard. In a last-ditch effort, he launched himself at Deku, attempting to surprise
him with a physical strike.

But Deku's quick reflexes and sharp instincts allowed him to counter Neito's move. In a swift
maneuver, Deku dodged Neito's attack and delivered a well-placed strike that knocked him out of
the ring.

As Neito lay there, defeated but not broken, he acknowledged Deku's strength and determination.
The crowd cheered for both competitors, recognizing the effort they had put into the battle. Neito's
gaze met those of his friends

in the stands, and they exchanged nods of respect and encouragement.

In the end, while Neito may not have emerged victorious, he had given his all, and the experience
had taught him valuable lessons about strategy, adaptability, and the importance of pushing his
limits. With newfound determination, he knew he would continue to grow and evolve as a hero-in-
training, ready for the challenges that lay ahead.

And so, the journey of Neito Monoma, alongside Ace, Itsuka, Tetsutetsu, and their classmates at
U.A. High School, continued, filled with trials, triumphs, and the unwavering pursuit of becoming
the best heroes they could be.

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