Hemora || BNHA OC Fanfic

chapter 15 ➵ kidnapped

Himura spent the next few days practicing with Ragdoll and Tiger. She eventually learned that she was incapable of controlling her opponents—unlike her mother, who was perfectly capable of influencing the actions of up to five people at a time. It was a shame, but the peach-haired girl knew that she had to hone whatever she was capable of doing.

"I think your main issue is that you carelessly lose blood while fighting! And with that, you end up feeling more lethargic than you should," Ragdoll chirped, walking up to Himura and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry! With this training, I'm sure you'll be able to get over that!"

"What kind of training is it..?"

Tiger materialized before her. "Fight me," he demanded.

Himura sweat-dropped. "Uh..."

"Don't be shy. You can hurt me as much as I'll hurt you," he continued, getting ready to fight.

"Should I use Syncope?" Himura asked Ragdoll, who shook her head.

"I think it'll be good to hone your other techniques, to make sure that you limit the amount of blood you end up losing!"

"O-Okay!" Himura held up her fists. All I have to do is touch him and temporarily stop the blood circulation from that area. I think that'll be good practice.

Tiger roared as he pounced on the smaller female, who quietly shrieked as he approached her. Quickly ducking, she held out her hand and tried to tap his stomach. He dodged by curling his body away from her palm.

The burly man thoroughly bonked her in the head, earning a yelp from the girl. And then he punched her, sending her to the floor.

Ah, focus, Koemi..!

"Let's try again!" Ragdoll exclaimed, clapping her hands. Himura forced herself back up to her feet.

I need to focus.

Eyeing her opponent, she raised her fists again. Tiger swiftly began to rush up to her again, raising his fist.

Himura raised the palm of her hand towards him again, expecting him to stretch—and he did, quickly pulling himself overhead and extending his fist downwards. Furtively raising her arm and serving it as a shield, she blocked his punch and used her free hand to hold onto it. Immediately, his hand went numb—and upon touching his arm, so did that, too.

Then she forcefully pulled him down with a harsh tug and raised the palm of her hand again, placing it on his stomach and focusing on decreasing the circulation from there. Once it was in effect, he recoiled and gripped onto his stomach with his free hand.

Mesenteric ischemia. Typically causes a lot of pain, but it's only temporary.

"Did I do a thing?" Himura asked nervously, seeing as he was getting back up already. He gave her a thumbs up.

"That was ... quite effective." He looked nauseous.

"S-Sorry..."

"I think we'll resume our training session after he comes back in tip-toppity shape!" chirped Ragdoll, letting Himura go and bringing Tiger to the nearest restroom.

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Himura rushed around the area, bringing the ingredients to her classmates and making sure that everything was cooking nicely. She seemed incredibly busy.

"Have you cooked curry before, Himura?" asked Iida, seeing her re-check the meat for a third time. He found it interesting that she seemed so anxious—presumably anxious about letting the meat overcook or something like that. Uraraka had always said that Himura made some of the best meals (in her opinion). Perhaps her intense focus on the sizzling food results to that?