A Fall from Grace, and His Rise from Disgrace

Hell Training

  Izuku stood beside his father, his right arm raised to shoulder height as Dadzawa banged a metal pan against it, earning a loud clanging noise.

  Class 1A emerged from their rooms groaning and rubbing their eyes.

  "Welcome to the training camp!" Aizawa said, his familiar grin on his face.

  "It's too earlyyy..." Mina groaned, rubbing her dark eyes tiredly. "It's like.. 5 in the morning.. Izumi's not even up yet..."

  "You know who her father is, she can sleep through virtually anything noisy." Izuku said.

  He gave Dadzawa a sidelong glance, and started chuckling when he got a nod in return. He disappeared into the lodge for a minute, before returning with a large bucket carried effortlessly in his steel grip.

  A few seconds after he went into one of the girl's rooms there was a splash, followed by a shrill scream and a loud shout.

  "ITS TIME FOR CAMP!!!"

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  The class were split up into groups depending on their quirk's strengths, or the nature of their drawbacks.

  Yayorozu and Sato were together because of their need for food.

  Ochako and Aoyama were paired up because of their drawbacks.

  Hagakure and Ojiro were paired up because they couldn't directly improve their quirks, only the techniques that they used with them.

  Kirishima and Jirou were paired up against the cliff face, and were forced to hit the rock with either their hardened fists or their earphone jacks, to strengthen each.

  Iida was just running around with recipro burst to extend it's use time.

  Sero was launching tape continuously off of the cliff edge.

  Bakugo and Shoto were a little way off from the other students due to the destructive nature of their quirks.

  Tokoyami was wrestling with Dark Shadow within a dark cave.

  Mina was doing the same as Sero, but with her acid, and away from the other students.

  Asui was climbing the cliff face to strengthen each of her muscles, including her tongue.

  Kaminari was draining and recharging a pair of car batteries to improve the amount of electricity he could use before his 'whey' mode.

  Izuku was sitting cross legged inside a clearing in the dense trees. He had an idea he was trying to bring to fruition, but he hadn't had any luck so far. He was sitting with his left arm held straight out, his eyes closed in intense concentration. The ground around him was Altering itself at a phenomenal rate.

  Streaks of minerals and materials eminated out from Izuku across the ground, some even starting to climb the trees at the edge of the clearing. The air felt strangely heavy around him, like a storm was brewing in the clouds above, yet there wasn't a cloud in sight.

  *If I can do this then no attack can touch me... I'll be able to overpower any one of my classmates without lifting a finger...*

  Izuku opened his eyes, staring at his upturned palm. There was a silvery pile of dust in his hand. He grinned. It was possible then.

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  The students trained almost ceaselessly all day, only stopping for lunch, or the odd water break.

  Izuku didn't stop at all, just shovelling some Altered dirt into his mouth. Nutrition problems sorted, now back to training.

  Izuku opened his eyes for the 243rd time that day. (Yes, he counted.) In his hand was a small steel rod, extending two inches either side of his open hand.