Total Command

Chapter 51: From our failures, we are refined

Katsumi looked at her new right gauntlet with pride.

She had no idea how Mei had done it, but the whole thing was almost lighter than her older one, the six cylinders now surrounding her forearm rotating with a satisfying click every time she clenched her ring and pinkie in a half fist and pulled her middle and pointer finger in. Each chamber was numbered, and each number was split into bars showing how full the chamber was.

Mei had even managed to add in a staircase system to her sweat acclimation. One was always the most full while the rest followed in increments. She didn't know how that could even be wired up, let alone weigh almost nothing.

She loved the new gauntlet and she loved the new goggles she had thrown in. They fit around her eyes comfortably and by their looks, they were robust enough to withstand her strongest explosion.

Not to mention Mei had managed to add in a HUD showing how full her canisters were, including her old gauntlet.

All in all, Katsumi wasn't sure if she was in love with the new gear or scared of Mei for being able to build such complex yet robust support tools.

She probably was a bit of both.

Too bad she wasn't really going to be using them in combat, she mused sadly as she walked behind Best Jeanist closely, taking the boring patrol route.

The pro had decided that she was 'too rough around the edges', so she was talking through proper 'etiquette' as they made another lap around her agency.

I hope at least the others are learning something useful.

"No, no, Uraraka-san!" Gunhead called out, shaking her strong arms in front of her. "You can't go at it from that angle! Your opponent's weight would dislocate your shoulder!"

"Oh— Oh right! Sorry, forgot," the brunette chirped, letting go of her training partner, a rather bulky sidekick of the robust hero. "I shouldn't lean on my quirk like that, you're right"

"It's fine, it's fine. It's just the first day anyway; you are doing great!" Gunhead laughed, voice unmuffled even with her full mask on her face. "Now again! From the top!"

"Yes, Sensei!"

"Madam." Momo stared up onto the eyes of the lankier pro.

If she were to estimate she would be barely taller than Izuku.

"If you try to put me in that tickle-machine, I will personally sue you for sexual harassment."

Madam Nighteye adjusted her glasses. "I see. I will avoid such a future then. Now—"

"Tell me a joke."

"...This agency's HR department."

"Kirishima!?"

"Tetsutetsu!?"

Both heroes clapped their hands in a rough handshake. "What are you doing here!?"

Fourth Kind rubbed her forehead and picked up a cigar with her other hand, biting on it just to calm her nerves a bit. Why did I even think having two of the same hero would be a good idea?

Her eye twitched as their conversation grew louder and more animated, until she roared, punching both on the top of their heads with her other two arms. "Shut up for a second!"

She winced at the pain on her knuckles, both had activated their quirk before the impact hit.

At least they have good reflexes... I can work with that.