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Aizawa entered the classroom with his usual tired expression, but there was a hint of pride in his voice as he addressed the class. "You all did great during your internships," he said, glancing over each of them. "You've gained some valuable experience on the ground."
The students nodded, a mix of satisfaction and relief washing over them. They had all grown in their own ways, and Aizawa's acknowledgment only solidified that feeling.
"But now," Aizawa continued, his tone shifting back to business, "it's time to focus on your studies." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if warning them not to let their guard down. "For the next two months, it'll be study and exams. After that, you'll move on to the second year. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sensei!" the class chorused, though some voices were more enthusiastic than others.
Aizawa gave a curt nod, satisfied. "Good. Now, your new subject, Modern Literature, will be taught by a different instructor." He turned toward the door just as Cementoss, the hero with a concrete body, walked in.
"Hello, everyone," Cementoss greeted, his deep voice warm and calm. "I'm Cementoss, and I'll be handling your Modern Literature class."
The students nodded respectfully, though many were curious about how Cementoss would approach teaching such a subject. Itachi, sitting quietly at his desk, had a neutral expression but his eyes observed everything. He had already studied many of these subjects back in his former world, but he didn't mind revisiting them. There was always something new to learn, especially in this different world of quirks and heroes.
Aizawa folded his arms across his chest. "I'll leave you to it, then," he said before turning to exit the room. As he did, Present Mic strode in with his usual energetic flair, ready to teach English.
"Yooo, class! Let's get LOUD for some English!" Present Mic boomed, eliciting a few groans and chuckles from the students. His infectious energy filled the room, as always. Despite his loudness, his lessons were engaging, and even Itachi, who had mastered several languages in his previous life, found the class somewhat amusing.
Afterward, Midnight took over, her sultry presence commanding the room as she taught History with a dramatic flair, making even the dullest topics come alive with her unique storytelling.
Itachi watched silently, absorbing the information while simultaneously observing his classmates. Rumi sat a few seats ahead, her usual confident smirk occasionally softening as she scribbled down notes. Keigo, on the other hand, was still clearly distracted, grinning every now and then—no doubt his mind was still on Mandalay.
Next came Ectoplasm with math. His no-nonsense approach reminded Itachi of the strict teachers he once had in the Hidden Leaf. The math itself was nothing new to Itachi, but he still followed along, maintaining his usual stoic focus.
This routine of classes—English with Present Mic, History with Midnight, Math with Ectoplasm, and Modern Literature with Cementoss—became the norm for the next two months. The students studied diligently, knowing the semester exams were looming. Itachi, as usual, was a step ahead, but he didn't let it show. He preferred to blend in with the others, silently watching and supporting where needed.
Finally, the exams came and went. The tension in the air was palpable, but the class pushed through with determination. Itachi found the tests relatively easy, his disciplined mind making quick work of the material.
When the results were finally posted, there was a collective sigh of relief throughout the class. Many students exchanged glances, some congratulating one another, others groaning over subjects they'd struggled with.
Time Skip: Now in Class 2-A
Aizawa returned once more, standing before them with his usual stern expression. "Congratulations," he said, his voice steady and firm. "You've passed your exams and are now officially second-year students. Welcome to Class 2-A."
The students exchanged glances, excitement and relief clear on their faces. But before they could fully bask in the moment, Aizawa continued.
"However," he said, his tone shifting slightly, "from now onward, I will no longer be your homeroom teacher."
A few murmurs of surprise rippled through the room.
"Your new homeroom teacher will be Snipe," Aizawa announced, giving them a moment to absorb the news. "I have full confidence in his ability to guide you through this next phase of your training."
The class remained silent, many unsure how to respond to the sudden change.
Aizawa glanced over the room one last time before adding, "I wish you all the best of luck."
The room erupted into cheers, some students hugging each other, others fist-pumping the air in victory. Even Itachi felt a quiet sense of accomplishment as he glanced over at his classmates, appreciating their collective growth.
Keigo, never one to miss an opportunity, threw an arm around Itachi's shoulders, grinning widely. "Second year, man! We're getting closer to the big leagues. Think they'll let us handle even tougher missions now?"
Itachi gave a small smile, his mind already on the future. "We'll see."
Rumi's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah, it's gonna be so much fun now that we can finally get our hero licenses!" she said, glancing over at Itachi with a confident smirk.
Itachi nodded, his expression calm but a slight spark of anticipation visible in his eyes. "Yes, this would definitely be interesting," he said. He had already proven himself in countless battles, but the idea of being officially recognized as a hero intrigued him.
Yu, sitting nearby, chimed in. "I heard that if we perform well in the license exam, some agencies might hire us as sidekicks for up to two years."
Ryuko, always reliable and knowledgeable, nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's true. Some foreign agencies even get involved, offering internships to promising students."
Itachi considered this, nodding as he processed the information. "I've heard the same," he added quietly, always the observer.
Keigo smirked, unable to resist teasing his friend. "You know you're going to end up working for Lady Nagant even if some other agency offers you a deal," he said, nudging Itachi playfully.
Itachi couldn't help but smile slightly, something rare for him. "I will," he agreed. Lady Nagant had been more than just a mentor to him during his internship—she had left a lasting impact, and his loyalty to her was something that ran deep.
Rumi leaned back in her chair, her grin widening. "I heard she's been appointed as the No. 3 hero now."
Itachi nodded again, his pride unmistakable despite his stoic demeanor. "I know," he said softly. Internally, a warmth spread through him as he thought about Kaina—Lady Nagant.I feel so proud, he reflected silently.
Before the conversation could continue, the door to the classroom opened, and a figure strode in with a commanding presence. The students turned their heads and were greeted by the sight of a man who looked like a stereotypical Western cowboy. His face was hidden behind an old-school tan gas mask, shaped like a horse's muzzle, with triangular holes for his eyes. Silver ear-defenders were attached to the sides of the mask, while his dark, blueish dreadlocks spilled out from under a brown cowboy hat adorned with a metallic plate stamped with an "S." His gray boots had knee-high shafts, silver trims, and spurs that clicked softly as he walked.
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