My Hero Academia: When All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter 23 - Dadzashi Coming Out!

"I hate this fucking family."

"You know you're lying to yourself, Izuku."

"I'm questioning that. My confused relationship with you has led me to become covered in dirt and bruises and germs. Like, I only inflicted myself once. Compared to you, I look like a wimp."

"What about Hizashi and Nemuri?"

"I'm not related to them. You need to man the fuck up to get Hizashi in the family. Meanwhile, Nemuri is screwed out of that unless she marries my mom or something. Or me, but I won't go there yet. I'm only bound legally to you and my mom."

"I don't want to talk about this."

Welp, if that doesn't explain how the training session went, so I will give you a straightforward answer.

Hell.

Yes, I got better. It doesn't mean Shouta was going easy on me. I think he was letting his anger out on me. Like, I understand I'm aggravating, but come on! HAVE SOME SYMPATHY! YOU CHOSE ME! I guess let's get back to training.

"We're moving on to something else. Come on, brat." Shouta tells me as we head out.

"Tech-sass, Eraserhead." Well, we appear in a gym with targets, and my only guess is long-range practice, " We working on the range?"

"Yes. I noticed at the Sludge Incident that you threw a knife. I want to test your ability with long-range weapons in general."

"Oh yeah, the memories! The day I told All Might he can go fuck himself basically, and I saved my childhood bully!" Shouta shakes his head as he moves to grab a box, bringing it over and setting it on the floor. He pops off the lid to reveal some nicely organized knives and kunais, multiple of each style.

"We are going to start with regular knives and move to the kunais. You need to test with both hands." He hands me a regular large kitchen knife, the one most similar to what I carry around.

Call it an unhealthy habit, but I have way too much experience with throwing knives. I wanted to be able to defend myself!

It takes me about a minute to adjust to each knife, but I can aim successfully with both hands by hitting the target, always closest to the center. I forced myself to work with both. I want the least amount of weaknesses as possible, even as a kid. I bet everyone forgot I'm actually smart. By the time I got to the kunais, I was bored.

"Impressive. Now." Shouta left a while ago to grab something, and he opens that new box, revealing a fucking pistol, " Try this."

"Are you allowed to give a psychotic kid a gun?"

"Yes. The government hasn't proven that you're insane yet somehow."

"Thanks for the confidence," I tell Shouta sarcastically, moving to grab the gun. I take a moment to adjust before aiming it at the target and shooting, but I miss terribly. How the hell can I hit with a knife but not a gun? I take a deep breath. I take note of how I'm fidgeting as I aim the gun and shoot. Better, but not there.

"One more bullet," Shouta warns me. I try to focus by forcing myself still. Once again, I shoot. It hits the very bottom of the target, "That's interesting... I want to try something." He carefully takes the gun and guides me to the bleachers, " Sit down and stay still as long as possible." I do as he asks. I start trembling and fidgeting at five seconds, but I manage to stay in the same position.

Internally, I'm frantic because I have something to focus on, at least. It's like a blanket trying to smother me if I attempt to stay still. Pathetic, I know. I really am a puppy.