My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia

Chapter 198 194 Yuta's Troubles 2

Meanwhile, U.A, Japan, The afternoon air was cold. Far colder than it had any right to be for early autumn. "Achoo." Mineta sneezed loudly, wiping his nose on his sleeve. The intense exercise had already been going for nearly two hours and the remains of Ground omega looked completely wrecked.

There were long scorch marks across the earth. Several training structures had been reduced to rubble. Large chunks of ice still remained embedded in the terrain from Todoroki's earlier training montage and the western section was completely wrecked thanks to Bakugo's practice.

"That's enough for now." Midnight called it while looking at her watch. "Take a ten minute breather, then get back to it."

A collective, exhausted groan rippled through Class 1-A at the long-awaited arrival of the recovery period. Students scattered listlessly throughout the designated rest area near the central observation platform. Some desperately chugged water from sports bottles, while others simply collapsed face-first onto the ground, trying to recover enough energy just to survive the next round..

"Damn .. this is brutal." Kirishima slumped to the ground listlessly. "I think I'm dying."

"The fact that you can talk says otherwise. You'll live." Tokoyami walked past him, sweat dripping from his feathered brow.

"I appreciate your optimism," Kirishima laughed weakly, staring blankly up at the gray sky. "Though I seriously doubt any of us will be able to move our legs once this day is over."

"I agree on that note. It's hard to believe they've upped the training tempo to such an absurd degree." Tokoyami muttered, adjusting his gym clothes before sitting beneath the shadow of a surviving pine tree in silence. Nearby, Midoriya was already frantically scribbling fresh tactical notes into his damp notebook.

Iida stretched out his hamstrings on the side to keep his engine calves from cramping up. The brief lull quickly filled with the usual sounds of exhausted students trying to recover enough stamina to continue existing.

Ever since they had been dragged back from the training camp after the terrifying ambush by that colossal giant, U.A.'s already devilish curriculum had somehow managed to get even worse. The faculty had merely shifted the venue, moving the grueling survival drills to Ground Omega to replicate the harsh outdoor conditions they had missed out on. It honestly made a few of them wonder why they had even packed bags to go to the mountains in the first place if the school could just recreate the exact same torment on campus.

Of course, the real shift had happened today. Their previously kind, methodical, and relatively thoughtful instructor, Ectoplasm, had been replaced for this block by the unyielding, sadistic oversight of Midnight. The R-Rated Hero clearly wanted to squeeze every single drop of vitality from their very beings, pushing them past their established limits until they were practically crawling through the dirt.

To put it in basic terms, the location and instructors had changed. The suffering had not.

"Seriously, how can Midnight-sensei be this terrifying?" Mina Ashido wailed, dragging herself over to a bench and collapsing next to Tsuyu Asui. "Ectoplasm-sensei's recovery training was tough, but at least he gives us a predictable rhythm! Midnight-sensei is just... looking at us like we're bugs she wants to step on!"

"Ribbit. She definitely seems more aggressive today," Tsuyu agreed, placing a finger on her chin, though her expression remained characteristically placid. "It feels like the teachers are in a huge rush to make us stronger."

"It's completely unfair!" Toru Hagakure's empty uniform deflated against the backrest of the bench. "My joints feel like they're full of sand. Is she always this unmerciful during real field exercises?"

Before the girls could spiral any further into their exhaustion, a shadow fell over them. Mineta sneaked into the discussion, a highly suspicious, overly dramatic grin stretching across his face as his eyes gleamed.

"Heh... isn't it completely obvious, girls?" Mineta snickered, leaning forward with his hands clasped together like a villain on a grand reveal. "You're looking at this all wrong. She isn't just being a tough teacher. Miss Midnight is a textbook dominatrix! That sadistic streak is exactly what made her a legend in the underground hero scene! The way she whips that riding crop around? The tight outfit? The subtle smirk she gives right before she adjust the conditions again .. hehe, she absolutely thrives on watching us squirm and beg for mercy! It's an entire aesthetic of pure, unadulterated—"

"Enough, Mineta, you total perv!" Mina snapped, instantly slamming a hand over his mouth to muffle the rest of his unhinged rant.

"Seriously, can someone throw him into one of Todoroki's icebergs until the break is over?" Jiro groaned, rubbing her temples with her earphone jacks. Meanwhile, several meters away, leaning against one of the support pillars near the observation platform, Yuta completely ignored the argument.

Or at least attempted to. The afternoon breeze brushed across the training ground as the Students complained.

Just then, ... Pop!

"..." Leaning, Yuta was barely stunned when a torrent of memories slammed into his brain. The warehouse. The interview. The explosion. The journalist. The Meta Liberation Army.

The weird lady. The weird organization. The other weird organization. The more memories came, the weirder Yuta's face became. And somehow the explosion wasn't even the strangest part.

Yuta stood motionless for several seconds.

Then sighed. 'Why are there so many groups?'

His head fell backwards against the wall. The cloudy skies stared right back at him.

'At this point, unless I create more shadow clones, it's gonna be a long time before any real changes emerge.' Turns out, Japan had way more problems than he gave it credit for. His efforts ... Or efforts of his clone honestly felt like an endless cycle. Crush one criminal organization. Three more appeared.

Shut down one trafficking route. Another opened somewhere else. Beat up one lunatic. Apparently he had already inspired four more.

It was exhausting. 'How did All Might do this for forty years?' The more Yuta thought about it, the more absurd it became.

Forget villains. Forget Nomu. Forget All For One. The paperwork alone should have killed the man.

'No wonder the guy smiled all the time.' At some point, that had probably become a stress response. Yuta could practically imagine it. A bank robbery, hostage crisis, three villain attacks, a train derailment, a building collapse.

Hell, throw in some idiot trying to summon a demon lord by jumping off a building as some sort of self sacrifice. And All Might just standing there smiling because his brain had finally stopped processing new problems. 'Screw being a hero.'

Yuta sighed again. Shigaraki. All For One. The Shie Hassaikai. Now apparently there was a Meta Liberation Army. Hold on ... Did these guys actually have an army? No. That was highly unlikely. Yuta rubbed his forehead.

"How many people are actually living normal lives?" He reached into his sports uniform pocket, pulling out his smartphone to quickly check the online news networks. This would be the fourth one so far since Overhaul. He didn't have to look far. Right at the top of the digital media aggregate was a headline that made his eyelids twitch: 'The Illusion of Monopoly: Efficiency in the Vacuum.'

"..."

Yuta clicked it. A minute later he regretted that decision. Two minutes later he regretted it even more. Five minutes later he was questioning the collective sanity of the country. "Where are these people getting this from?" The article wasn't entirely wrong.

That was the problem. It was ... Incredibly well detailed with laid out numbers of arrests, capture rates, and his response times. How accurate it was .... He wasn't sure as he didn't pay much attention to these details before.

That didn't really matter though as the article casually guided the reader toward a conclusion that sounded increasingly insane the longer he looked at it. The comments were somehow worse.

'Why do we even need licensed heroes if they're evacuating sub-agencies?'

'The White Fang is doing more than the actual agencies.'

'The licensing system has failed. Let civilians use their quirks for self-defense!'

'White Fang for Number One Hero. White Fang for Prime Minister.'

"..." For a moment, he wasn't sure whether these were paid bot accounts or actual ungrateful idiots spamming shit. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

After all, there were always a lot of idiots online who would go with the general flow of a topic. Ask them to stand in the same position as most heroes? Suddenly they are ...

"Hey, Yuta, what are you mumbling about?" A familiar voice had interrupted his thoughts. Yuta blinked. Looking up, he found a floating U.A tracksuit faced in his direction. "Huh?

"We asked you a question but you were just standing there making weird faces."

"Oh, I ..." He shook his head. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Hmm? While looking at your phone? Did you see something interesting online?"

Yuta looked to his sides to see Uraraka had walked over at some point, leaving ing over to take a look.

"Mmm? 'The Illusion of Monopoly: Efficiency in the Vacuum.' 'Metrics Of The White Fang Vigilante.' .. 'Japan's next All Might?' She turned to him.

"Um .. Yuta, what exactly are you reading?"

"Nothing important," Yuta answered immediately.

"I heard the next All Might. That doesn't sound unimportant." Jiro looked over. "Hold on. Is that a personal diary?"

".... I'm sorry, what?"

"Ooh ... That sounds juicy." Mineta appeared seemingly from nowhere.

The tiny boy's eyes locked onto the phone in Yuta's hand. "A phone. No. A secret phone. No. A secret phone he's hiding. That means he's definitely doing something Pervy."

"Mineta ..."

"It's a not a diary though." Yuta sighed. "It's just a news article and a bunch of comments talking nonsense."

"What nonsense?"

"Something about the White Fang."

The reaction was instant.

"Oh."

Several expressions changed. Midoriya blinked.

Iida adjusted his glasses.

Todoroki looked over from where he'd been drinking water.

Even Tokoyami raised an eyebrow.

Yuta immediately regretted opening his mouth.

Apparently this was a topic.

'The Illusion of Monopoly: Efficiency in the Vacuum.' Midoriya seemed to recognize something. "I see. That's the recently released article about the White Fang Vigilante?"

Iida looked at him. "You know about it Deku?"

"Oh .. um, yeah. I was actually reading that exact article before morning homeroom!"

"Oh, you mean that stuff I saw you looking at earlier?" Momo asked.

"Yeah." Midoriya said while scratching his head.

Bakugo who was walking over scoffed. "Nerd. Who the hell are you guys talking about again?"

"Um ... Well."

"It's the White Fang Vigilante." Tokoyami cut in before Midoriya could explain. "You know. The one from Hosu who crippled the Hero Killer last month."

That seemed to jog everyone's memory.

"Hold on. You mean that guy who saved Endeavor on the day Yuta made his first appearance?" Kaminari stood up, eyes shining. "Yeah, I remember him. That guy was so cool."

"Cool? Wasn't that like .. his first appearance or whatever? There was barely any footage of him when that happened and all that was seem was just an image before he disappeared and the police put out a search warrant?"

"Exactly. It's the same person. But this time he's a regular Vigilante now." Tokoyami nodded.