And it was enough for the child to go back into character like he hadn’t just chastised the students for their inexperience.
“My grandpa!”
Midoriya crouched down next to Kenji, and now seeing just how far behind they are from everyone else (they were just first-years who hadn’t covered rescue training in class yet), he knew he needed to do something other than just watch.
“His legs don’t seem to be broken or sprained, but his head is sensitive to the touch,” Kenji began to explain as Midoriya carefully lifted the child. He nodded in the direction of the green smoke. “Make sure he is in safe hands before rejoining us, Midoriya-san.”
Midoriya nodded. “You guys go on ahead!”
The class agreed and began to run in another direction while Midoriya took off to the smoke, repeating the same phrases over and over again until the kid got sick of him and told him he sucked.
“Guys!” Kenji called without moving from his spot. The group stopped once again and turned to see what was wrong only to be met with Kenji’s disapproving frown.
“What is it, Miyazawa-kun?” Blue asked for the group. Kenji frowned even more and looked at his classmates.
“There are many more zones to cover; we can’t all go to the same place,” he explained, glancing over to the few students that were jumping in the air to get a better view. He knew the other schools of upperclassmen had used their break time to discuss how they would break out into rescue because they already had experience under their belt. While Kenji did have experience checking for injuries, he and his classmates' inexperience in large-scale rescue operations blinded them from the simple act of organization. Something that should never be overlooked when human lives are at stake.
Now isn’t the time to lament past mistakes. He jumped on a larger piece of concrete and tried to scan the surrounding area. The group was beginning to grow impatient with his lack of action.
“Miyazawa–”
“We need to split into smaller groups,” he finally said. He pointed a finger at each zone he could make out as he spoke. “We all know where the first aid and evacuation stations are, so we don’t have to worry about getting lost.”
“Miya–?”
“There are possibly still other victims around here that are unconscious and therefore unable to call for help,” Kenji reminded. “We have to be on the lookout for unconscious victims just as much as we are looking for conscious ones.”
It started to click for the students what Kenji was saying. Really, it wasn’t their fault. They weren’t being taught how to rescue yet, and although that was the point of the USJ exercise at the beginning of the year, they never got around to training out of fear of being attacked so far out from the campus again (which they did end up being). Kenji could only imagine Aizawa sinking into his seat in self-disapproval for not rescheduling Thirteen’s lessons.
“In that case, I’ll head towards the river, where I can use my abilities best,” Tsuyu was the first to speak up.
Todoroki nodded and walked over to her. “I’ll go with you.”
“Me, too!” Hagakure chimed in.
“I will stay in the area and search for more victims,” Yaoyorozu said.
“I’ll listen out for breathing,” Jirou said as she stepped next to Yaoyorozu.
“I will also listen out for survivors in that zone over there,” Shoji pointed out. Raisin and Blue, who were standing on either side of him, already looked like they had decided to join Shoji.
