Dynamite And A Laserbeam - Redux

Vol 2 - 1: Recommendation Exam!

[Revision of The Chapter Published – June 24th, 2023]

[Final Revision of The Chapter Published - July 14th, 2024

Four days. Four painstaking, pill-popping, pain-filled days had passed. Yoshihara would admit that, frankly, there was nothing worse than needing to move from one place to another while in horrendous pain.

From what Dr. Tomioka had said to her after the surgery, moving her waist or shoulder whilst not on the painkillers would've been a nightmare. The amount of tissue damage done to her body was more than extensive. So much so that without how far Medical advancements had come with the advent of Quirks, had this been back in the pre-Quirk era, she would've been crippled from the waist down for the rest of her life.

Needless to say, she was thankful for what Dr. Tomioka had done for her. That still didn't mean she also wanted to curse him out for the pain she was in. At least it wasn't as bad as it had been when she woke up on her first day back.

At least she was alive....

Despite everything, she was alive. She survived. Honestly, out of all the stupid, idiotic things that she did, that had to have been one of the dumbest. She knew nothing about her enemy, only that he could've been a Stand User. Worse was that she didn't know what his ability had been.

She could've died, and Midoriya—no. Izuku could've died as a result.

She didn't know why, but the idea of Izuku dying... she hated it. Typically, she was incredibly apathetic to death. She never really cared if someone died, especially if they were a random passerby. By all accounts, she should've remained that way.

Yet, here she was, fretting over the fact that Izuku could've died. Both if she had died, or if she did nothing.

Was it because she knew Izuku?

No. She had only known him for a week and some change. She shouldn't care about what happened to him.

And yet, she did.

Brushing the thought aside, it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that she was alive, Taro Tatsugi was dead, and Izuku was safe. It came at the cost of her nearly dying, but he was safe. He was okay. That's all that mattered at the end of the day.

Better yet, today was the last day of the painkillers she needed to take before the rest of her recovery was up to her body's natural healing process. It was annoying, but after the last round of painkillers, the pain she was feeling currently would be halved for a second time, which would make it equivalent to a sprained muscle rather than what it was—dead tissue being actively destroyed and replaced.

However, there was an interesting fact behind that pill. It was called Mezitopizine, and upon looking it up, Yoshihara found out that it had been created by The Pro Hero Recovery Girl. Only certain hospitals with her expressed permission sold it, which was a little stingy, but then again, capitalism all but required one to have some sense of stinginess.

Still, though, the pills worked wonders. By the time day two had come along, the wounds had already started to scab—something that should've taken weeks, only took a matter of days. They would leave horrible scars, but she was used to seeing those, what with the majority of her body already being littered with them.

Moving on, Yoshihara found the change of pace—the lack of being attacked by Stand Users—quite relaxing. Nothing had happened, which was fairly good. At least, in that aspect. What wasn't good was the fact that nothing had happened.

Literally.

Nothing had happened for the last few days, and Yoshihara found it a little irksome.

Sure, there were no threats from other Stand Users; which was a good thing. She would have been more than happy for it to stay that way. The fewer Stand Users after her neck was great, or perhaps having none at all coming anywhere near her would've been even better—hostile ones, anyway.