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As the recorded duel played on the large screen that Vega had set up, Sashisematta Sai’s eyes darted around the recorded video, taking in everything he could not unlike how a predator animal would inspect its prey. His hands, however, seemed to be acting of their own accord, frantically folding an intricately-printed sheet of origami paper. "If anyone wants to discuss what we watched, and what sort of strategies you got from it, let's go for it! But that's the only thing I'm forcing you to do for the day, so if you guys just wanna talk amongst yourselves, that's fine, too! Just be ready for our first match next week!" Sai had completed his creation, a carefully-creased origami triangle, also known as a paper football. His focus redirected toward his target, the sleeping Kendra on the other end of the table, and with a flick he let loose his folded ordinance fly true through the air, embedding itself delicately among the girl’s bangs. Though he had been doing his best to let the young Daichi be blissfully foolish, he was pulled directly into the conversation by Rosalia. “You have experience in these matters, Sashisematta. What did you think?" Leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the table, Sai stared at the ceiling and tapped at his chin a few times, ”What I think… what… I… think…” he deliberately let his words hang in the air, until just the moment he heard someone, he wasn’t completely certain who, take a breath to speak. At that time, Sai pushed himself up off of the chair in a way that was somehow both graceful and haphazard, teetering into a standing position atop the table. ”I think that Daichi has no idea what he’s talking about.” Within a few short bounds, Sai had jumped off of the table, performed a front flip in mid-air, and landed directly behind the team’s other action duelist. He was considerably taller than Daichi, especially with his stilt-like sandals, and loomed over him like a cat would a mouse with a broken leg. Sai gripped Daichi’s shoulder tightly with one hand, using the other to ruffle the boy’s hair, "To-mo-Dai-chi, don't tell me you expect the strongest player to pump the brakes for your own enjoyment." Despite the sudden and deliberate invasion of personal space, Daichi appeared unfazed. "It's more than that, Sai!" Daichi said quickly, surprisingly not mentioning the "TomoDaichi" nickname, almost like it being an unspoken rule. "This is Primrose we're talking about! When she started out, she and her Magistus deck were a spectacle to be sure! Her Dueling Style was ten times different than this general aggressive nature, more elegant and full of joy. She's just not the same as she once was, is what I'm saying." Sai’s eyebrows furrowed, and his jaw visibly clenched for a second before he responded, "She's dueling like her throne depends on it, because it does. Perhaps you misjudged the threat Ava posed. I should hope you won't make the same mistakes against your own opponents." "Oh my sweet theater buff..." Daichi gave a wide smile, tossing his hands behind his head. "Whatever the cards have in store for me and my Magicians, it'll be a show for the masses nevertheless!" Dragging his hand across his face as if he were wiping sweat, Sai grimaced, before sighing and pulling his phone from his pocket. In an instant, he was beside Vega’s screen, before he plugged his phone into it and a video flickered to life. The video seemed to be footage from a recent solo-circuit pro duel, the camera zooming in on a masked man in an elaborate costume as he began the first turn of the duel, surveying his hand. ”First, I will special summon my Grinder Golem to your side of the field!” His voice came out distorted and robotic as an enormous monster made of chains and saw blades appeared opposing the masked duelist, two smaller facsimiles of it appeared in front of him, ”This gives me two Grinder Tokens, but I don’t think I will be needing them to beat you.” Slamming another card onto his duel disk, he continued, ”I activate Polymerization! Fusing my Diamond Dude and Disk Commander from my hand to summon Destiny HERO - Dystopia!” two monsters appeared before shattering into tiny fragments, combining and reforming to unveil a purple and golden armored figure, wielding a black hole in one hand. ”Dystopia’s effect will now banish Diamond Dude from my graveyard, inflicting 1400 points of direct damage to your life points!” 4000 -> 2600 ”And now I will use my strongest card! Fusion Destiny! By sending Dogma and Plasma from my deck straight to the graveyard, I can summon my ultimate monster: Destiny End Dragoon!” The masked duelist’s duel disk shuffled his deck, ejecting two cards into the graveyard before an enormous winged monstrosity appeared before him, matching the Grinder Golem in size. One hand had a mounted blade, while the other was the head of a demonic dragon, which now aimed itself toward the Grinder Golem. ”Now, Destiny End Dragoon, win the game! Invincible Destiny! Destroy Grinder Golem and inflict its attack points as direct damage!” The dragon maw opened, and an enormous fireball shot out of it, consuming both the Golem and the masked duelist’s opponent. 2600 -> -400 GAME END Sai unplugged his phone and reapproached Daichi, nearly looking straight down to meet his gaze directly, ”If you think that duel was any less exciting just because it only lasted a single turn, then you have such a distaste for ambition that it’s going to make me weep.” Turning his face to Rosalia, his expression promptly switched back to cheerful, ”Genesis should work perfectly, after all it’s clear this team is full of amateurs~!”

[Let's Get this Show On the Road] ”We all have roles to play, you’re just unsettled that I know mine.” Name: Sai Sashisematta Age: 24 Birthday: February 2nd Role: Not turbo I fuckin know that much. [Appearance:] Height: 6 feet, 1 inch. 6 feet, 5 inches in his geta wooden sandals. His everyday wear varies greatly, but maintains a similar theme to that pictured, extremely ornamental and showy. His hair is bleached and toned to ivory white, and he wears colored contact lenses every day. [Personality:] A living oxymoron, Sai is a man who is both absolutely formal and completely unconventional. Every action he takes is done with great showmanship, as if he were an actor on a stage. He often comes off as a control freak, freely tweaking anything that doesn’t suit his frenetic fancy. He views dueling as a performance art first and foremost, and would be the first to admit he threw a game to make it more exciting. He lives his life seeking fun, and is unapologetic and unabashed in his pursuit. Breaking social convention to do so is something Sai does without second thought, even gaining amusement from the reactions his behavior garners. Sai’s worldview is that each person’s purpose in life is to be themselves, and the structures of society simply get in the way of this noble goal. He considers himself to be a fully realized individual, occasionally even a savior for the lost masses. Seeking fame (as well as the associated fortune) to lift him up above the rest to show everyone exactly what they can be if they cast aside what they were told they were. [Biography:] The Tokyo red light district of Kabukichō may not be the best place for a child, but it was where he grew up. The son of a hostess and her manager, Sai witnessed the evils of the world at a far younger age than most, but he also learned of the great joys that could be found swept under the world’s rug. He learned to duel at some point earlier than he could remember, playing against both the children of those visiting Tokyo’s red light district as well as some of the patrons. It wasn’t long before games for fun became games for fun and cash, gaining Sai notoriety on the street as Kabukichō no Itachi, or The Weasel of Kabukichō who fed upon unsuspecting rats. Sai entered into the minor dueling circuits in Japan at the age of 16, with a good amount of success. He bounced between several decks before landing on Despians, who had a grim depiction of entertainment that he found incredibly amusing. When he reached adulthood and graduated high school, he decided to further pursue a career as a duelist, declining college to move to the United States, seeking a new hunting ground. After dueling solo at various levels for several years, he decided to try out the Team Circuit, joining on with the team organized by the younger Vega. Who was to know what kind of chaos he’d be able to sew with this new reach. Deck: Despia Ace Card: Despian Quaeritus

dibs on fusion.

Haha stupid fish get fucked

Goodnight sweet prince.

I don't like this

Slifer is probably an okay reanimator target. Divine Phoenix is super busted, since it is a 10/10 haste that can't be blocked. Adding on removal is even sillier. Generally speaking, instant speed removal that can target multiple things shouldn't be repeatable, as it quickly leads to oppressive boardstates.

you cannot reanimate the back of a mdfc also, while "indestructible from" doesn't exist in the first place, it wouldn't protect from deathtouch if it did.

Heroic Determination..? ”Go! You only have half an hour!” While the crowd as a whole charged forward, some of them even cheering as they went, Shoshiki stood still. He didn’t like this gym uniform. He wished he had his hoodie to cover his head up. It quelled his anxiety, if only by a little bit. But nope, he just had a standard uniform. Apparently they figured he could function just fine with it. While he probably could have gotten a special case, given his mutant-type quirk, that wouldn't have gotten him a hood. Oh well. The general course students, or those that Shoshiki assumed to be such, were the last to make their way through the gate. Truly, they were after his own heart. He mused to himself about the idea of handing it to the group, but actually initiating social contact like that wasn’t for him. No, no, definitely not. When he found himself to be the only person left behind the gate, Shoshiki decided that it would be the best time to make his way forward. With all the crazy quirks in this place, I’m probably safer a good distance from everyone. Shuddering at the thought of 1A having someone as scary as Shannon, Mayu, or Tai, he felt his left ear fall off, characterized by the first-person perspective of hearing it hit the pavement. Oh, damn. Bending down, Shoshiki picked the ear back up, affixing it back in place to the side of his head. Dragging his feet, he made his way through the gate, and looked back and forth at the testing area. So we can perform whatever kinds of rescues we find… He could tell right away that there was a huge variety of danger for the tasks they had ahead of them. While some in his class would be leaping at the opportunity to perform rescue from a burning building, Shoshiki was perfectly content doing small, safe actions. I can leave the scary stuff to the big-shots, while I avoid all that and take care of stuff more my speed. Yeah… It was okay if he didn’t make it to the next stage of the festival, that would probably be some form of combat based on what he learned about the past. Definitely something to leave to the big-shots. Now, what’s up here..? After taking a deep breath, Shoshiki’s left eyeball left its socket, extending up a few dozen feet, attached back to his skull by what appeared to be a thin black wire. Peering over the roof of a nearby building, it scanned back and forth, as Shoshiki used his hand to cover his other eye. Keeping both eyes open when he did tricks like this always gave Shoshiki a headache like he was leaving his eyes crossed for too long, so he made sure to use one eye at a time when they left his body. Dang, nothing here either? While he didn’t mind getting left behind by everyone else, it was certainly offputting how much so the training field had been picked clean near the entrance. I guess it makes sense. Not only am I weak, but my information-gathering abilities aren’t even the best in my class… Easy Street Juzo Shishi skipped gleefully through the wooded area in the center of the mock city. ”This Rescue-a-thon is E Z P Z!” as she spoke to herself, the four letters appeared on the screen of her face in time with their enunciation. Shishi had already ‘rescued’ twenty-some plushies from mildly dangerous situations, may they be cats stuck in trees, octogenarians that needed help crossing the street, or plushies of children that had become separated from their plushy parents. ”Now then, where to next for the wonderful superhero CCTV??” as she spoke her chosen hero name, the screen displayed it, written in a delicate hand, bright pink against an otherwise pearly white screen, before suddenly the screen began flickering to a wide variety of views throughout the nearby vicinity, almost appearing like someone channel surfing to find something interesting. The channels changed rapidly, before backing up by a few and settling on a particularly angry-looking boy with dull blue hair, ”Oh? Who’s this guy??” Mounting Rage His face contorted in a snarl as he sprinted through alleyways, Hakaro was completely fed up with this rescue-a-thon by this point. Determined to prove himself over that piston-armed jackass who was perfectly content stopping moving cars and rescuing weakling general-studies students jumping out of windows to avoid getting shot at by robots, Hakaro was looking for something big. Something like the house fire that that bitch dragon stole out from under his nose. Unfortunately, these high standards had prevented Hakaro from making any rescues himself. Moving out onto an empty street, Hakaro looked back and forth, trying to find something big. There! A house fire! It wasn’t as big as what he had first been going after, but at this point Hakaro was getting desperate. However, when he tried to take a step, he realized that his shoes seemed to have been glued to the pavement. ”What the fuck?” looking around, he saw a group of students step out of nearby buildings, led by a girl with hair that reminded Hakaro of half-mixed strawberry lemonade, and a boy whose self-righteous smile made Hakaro even angrier than his ever-souring circumstances did. ”What the hell is the matter with you people?? I have shit to do, get out of my way or I’ll use you all to paint the fucking pavement! "Oh sorry about that Mr. Hero Course! We didn't mean to mess up your fun time! Did you accidentally get stuck?? What a shaaaame!!!" The girl spoke first, and her voice reminded Hakaro of artificial sweeteners, the kind that left your tongue feeling raw after just one taste. However, before she could say much more, the boy stepped in front of her, casually moving her aside with a hand placed delicately on her shoulder. The crowd quieted down, watching his every movement with excited whispers. ”Don’t worry, Gumi, I’m sure he will be fine. You are Sogin Hakaro, right?” Hakaro refused to respond, gritting his teeth. ”That’s alright, you can stay quiet, I understand. We already know who you are, we actually have a good deal of information on all of 1A. Did you know that stuff’s all on the internet?” This made Hakaro even angrier, that the whole traitor subplot he had to deal with was even going to be affecting things in here, his arms flaring up with his quirk. ”Anyway, I’m sure you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on here. The plan is for me, Kazama Haru, the U.A. General Course’s king, to win this Sports Festival, and show off just how incompet-” ”LIKE HELL THAT’S HAPPENING!” Hakaro had had enough out of this clown. Raising a single arm toward his newfound least favorite person in the world, just as he had seen Rainbow Six do in archive footage, he focused all the anger he could into his quirk. His arm was engulfed in the silent, cold flames that characterized his quirk, before they changed color from blue to indigo. ”Spirit Animal: End-” Perhaps as retribution, Hakaro’s own attack was cut off mid-sentence, as an absolutely enormous fist, easily the size of Hakaro’s entire body, collided with his face, launching him out of the sticky gum on the pavement and back a few dozen feet, skidding across the pavement a bit before lying still. ”Ouch,” exclaimed Shishi, doing the closest thing a girl with a television for a head could do to wincing, before changing channels to look for more easy pickings. INCOMING Shoshiki was walking down the street, still dragging his feet. He had rescued a few that were hanging from ledges, fished a few out of a sewer. Nothing particularly exciting, but he was grateful for that. While pondering what to do next, a boy with some kind of crazy rocket-powered wings zipped in, hovering in front of him. With a quirk like that, this guy must be from 1A. ”You need to get away, there is a giant ferris wheel rolling down this street!” And just like that, he zipped away. Shoshiki stood still and confused for a few seconds, trying to parse the absurdity of the sentence. Was it code? Some kind of inside joke? Maybe it would make sense if he was in 1A. However, after noticing the slowly increasing feeling of rumbling beneath his feet, accompanied by the incoming sound of crashing and creaking metal, Shoshiki looked over his shoulder, to see the quickly-approaching circle of metal and pure unbridled terror. ”OH FUCK OH SHIT OH GOD NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK SHIT FUCK” Scrambling to run to a nearby alley before being trampled completely, Shoshiki struggled to even hold his body in a single piece. COME ON SHOSHIKI, KEEP IT TOGETHER, INNER PEACE AND ALL THAT STUFF, MIND OVER MATTER, MASTER OF YOUR OWN BODY, ALL THOSE KINDS OF BUDDHISM! Slamming his back against the alley wall, he took a deep breath of relief, leaning back out to watch the incoming ferris wheel. How does something like that disaster even happen? It’s crazy that the people putting this together made such a crazy scenario. You would think they would be using stuff that could actually happen by accident, for realism’s sake. Then Shoshiki noticed something very, very important. His right hand was still sitting on the ground in the middle of the street. !!! Before he could retract his hand, the ferris wheel ran over it. While it didn’t break, due to Shoshiki’s durable internal structure, it did become wedged between two pieces of metal. And, like a piece of string caught in a vacuum cleaner, Shoshiki was quickly pulled along and into the ferris wheel. His body didn’t stand a chance against the sudden forces, nearly instantly pulled apart and strewn throughout the bars and trusses that made up the metal structure. After a few seconds to regain his composure within the chaotic rolling attraction, Shoshiki noticed that the seats within it were actually occupied by the stuffed animals they were all supposed to rescue, safely belted in place. I suppose that makes sense. Extending his neck outside of the rolling ferris wheel, the tendrils attaching his head to everything else twisted and bunched up as he looked around, struggling to keep his head upright while everything else was constantly being turned over. After a few seconds, Shoshiki had come up with a plan. He didn’t think it was a very good one, but he didn’t have many choices left. The Cornered Rat Focusing as well as he could, Shoshiki pulled his body back together, albeit positioned where his hand was stuck in the wheel. He would have to worry about that part later. Using his free hand to cover one of his eyes, he extended the other outside of the ferris wheel so that he could see well enough to time his action just right. He could see that the street he was on was coming to a T up ahead, so he needed to pull this off, or a stuck hand was the least of his worries. His eye zipping back to his and fitting back in place with a pronounced ‘pop,’ he threw his free arm out of the structure, focusing as much of his threads into it as possible to maximize strength. ”LET’S GO!!!” as he shouted, Shoshiki wondered if this adrenaline rush was what possessed everyone else to dash through the gate. His hand separated into fifteen pieces, along each individual joint, before wrapping itself tightly around a lamp post on the corner. The post creaked and bent, before being torn completely out of the ground, clattering to the ground as Shoshiki released his grip on it. Luckily, he had succeeded in his goal and the wheel of destruction had turned around the corner. ”Now we just need to stop this thing!” The ferris wheel rolled on, as Shoshiki cracked the joints that may or may not be hidden somewhere within his neck. He could see that they were coming up on the exit of the course, and while he was confident that the wheel would fit through the giant gates, the media wasn’t too far outside. He needed to stop this thing, now, or a lot of people would be at risk. Leaving his stuck hand and a leg behind and wrapping them tightly in the surrounding structure, Shoshiki leaped out of the tumbling wheel, reaching up with his remaining arm and leg to grab hold of the arch of the exit as the wheel passed through it. He could see out of the corner of his eye a glowing golden barrier surrounding the gathered media. It turned out that even if he didn’t catch the wheel, they would have been okay. But I won’t let this victory be diminished! Gritting his teeth, Shoshiki focuses solely upon not being torn in half, as the ferris wheel lifted off the ground, and swung back and forth a few times before he gently lowered it to the ground. Once it was safely in place, Shoshiki contracted all of his tendrils, landing face-up on the ground just barely inside the test course, looking up at the sky. It had turned out that that last pull was just enough to tug his hand loose. Panting heavily and trying not to focus on how much every fiber in his body ached, he was barely able to whisper, ”Holy shit…”

Meanwhile, outside… An extremely suspicious-looking, well-built figure wearing a trenchcoat, oversized fedora, and dark sunglasses approached the entrance of U.A. ”Heh… These assholes are going to regret the day they didn’t accept me. I have spent the last 25 years doing nothing but dwelling upon this betrayal… Those bastards will pay!” Tearing the trenchcoat off, the man revealed the entire front of his body to be adorned with various-sized gun barrels. ”Anyone who stands in the way of the new villain Firing Line is going to be blasted to smithereens!” However, before he could fire, Firing Line noticed what appeared to be a porcelain mask floating wistfully through the air in front of him, as if carried by a ghost. ”What the hell is-” Suddenly, in a bright flash of green light, the would-be assailant found himself face-down on the pavement, a young man in red armor holding him in place and attaching a pair of cuffs behind his back. Raising a free hand to tap the side of his helmet, the Number 4 Hero Greenshift reported back, ”Got him. That’s the sixth wannabe today. You can go ahead and zap us back so we can put him in custody. Has some kind of firearm quirk that doesn’t require use of his arms, so we will need some kind of special containment for him,” tapping a finger on the back of the criminal’s head a few times to think, he paused for a moment before shrugging, ”Worst case scenario, we just have Koryu put him in a box until a better option arrives.” Smiling within his helmet, Greenshift looked toward the school. It was almost time. Start Line Each freshman student of UA, may they be in the hero course, support course, or even the general course, was standing at the entrance to a mock-city course, similar to the one that the hero course was put in on their first day, but with its own unique layout. Most of the general course students were crowded around a particularly handsome blonde youth whispering amongst themselves. Other students were in smaller groups, mostly just talking to their friends while they waited. A swarm of flying drones recorded the mass of students, broadcasting the feed back to a nearby stadium where the spectators were watching, as well as television sets across the nation. There was even a substantial viewership online, watching a livestream of the day’s events. This provided an ample audience of millions to all cringe as the announcer for the event tapped the microphone, something he had been specifically told not to do by the resident science teacher and school secretary, but had completely forgotten in the stress of the event. ”Well, I guess this thing works, then. Anyway, it’s time for the U.A. Sports Festival to kick things off! It’s been like, a decade since the school has had one of these, so we decided to build upon what was done back then. To start things off, we have the first U.A. Rescue-A-Thon!” Waiting for a few seconds, Glory let his words hang in the air, hoping it would give them a sense of dramatism. ”Aaaaaaanyway, here in the booth I have U.A’s very own Traditional Heroics teacher here to explain how this stage of the sports festival will work! Take it away, Orikami!” Luckily for Glory, there were no cameras on the pair at the moment, as she gave him a death stare through her bangs. ”Yeah. Being a hero takes a wide variety of skills outside of combat, so we have set up the course with hundreds of stuffed animals in various dangerous situations. By ‘rescuing’ them, you earn points to help advance to the next stage. And you’re allowed to do whatever you feel is appropriate to interfere with each other. So have fun.” as her sentence finished, the mic cut off abruptly, with the giant gate to the mock city opening in turn. After the students stood awkwardly for a few seconds unsure of what to do, the voice of Glory returned to the speakers, ”Go! You only have half an hour!” Like a surge of water bursting through a dam, the mass of students all charged forward at once. Hakaro gritted his teeth while the two staff members droned on and on about how this was to work. His arms were already wreathed in the cold flames of his quirk, and his gaze was focused dead set in front of him. Rainbow Six placed in third place in this competition ten years ago. This meant that it was his responsibility as a successor to win. The mic cut off, and the gate opened, but Hakaro found himself apprehensive to move forward, he wouldn’t put technical difficulties past this school. ”Go! You only have half an hour!” ”Shit!’ Hakaro growled as he dove forward with all the force his could muster, ”DIRE END WOLF!” Beneath him appeared a spectral wolf, about 8 feet long in total, to which he grabbed hold. With a time limit like this, my best bet is to go as fast as I can… Looking back over his shoulder, he could see the rest of the crowd begin making their way through the gate as well, ”Sorry, can’t afford competition!” Hakaro pointed an arm back, and from it came a torrent of starlings made of his signature blue flames. Though his classmates would know that they were functionally harmless, a distraction at best, their appearance would make them seem far more dangerous to one less knowledgeable. ”Hey, Almaz,” one of the students, a good deal taller than most of the rest, stretched his shoulders as the wave of birds flew toward them all. His arms and legs appeared to be bulky pistons, compressing as he bent forward into a half-crouch”Let’s see who gets more points, yeah?” The Limit-Break Hero Not giving his classmate a chance to respond, Meguru’s legs extended in an overwhelming burst of power, shattering the concrete where he previously stood as he punched a hole in the cloud of birds. In less than a second, he had overtaken Hakaro from above, grabbing hold of the back of his shirt and tossing him off of his mount, which promptly faded into nothingness. The two of them both landed on their feet, squaring off and sizing each other up. ”You know, just because those little birds of yours didn’t hurt didn’t mean it wasn’t kind of a dick move.” Meguru took a combat stance, clenching his feet and bouncing lightly on his toes, his pistons compressing once again for another burst. Hakaro frowned. This sort of hold up was exactly the kind of thing he was trying to avoid when he attempted to stanch the entrance of the others. ”Is that all you’re bothering me about? Don’t you have some kittens to rescue from trees?” ”That’s the objective here, right? In any case I’m just making sure everyone plays fair.” Hakaro really didn’t like this guy. However, before he could further ruminate over his antithesis, a nearby building spontaneously burst into a massive and violent flame. The pair simultaneously look toward the fire, then toward each other, then back toward the fire, before dashing as quickly as they could toward it, Hakaro once again riding on an oversized wolf, and Meguru in a dead sprint. ”DIBS!” ”SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!”

you're welcome.

Crobat Naganadel Toxapex Roserade Nidoking Weezing (Galarian) Dragagle Salazzle

Should be fine

hydralander

Interruption of Ceremony It was a well-executed team attack from the combination of Ocelot, Multi-Threader, and… Hoshino Rika, but it was seemingly effortlessly blocked by an unexpected torrent of paper cranes that poured into the room through every window. The cranes swarmed together, forming the face of an enormous paper tiger, before suddenly pinning the fledgeling hero Ocelot against the wall. Before she could utter any kind of protest, her mouth was covered by a sheet of paper. "Oi oiiiiii, why are you getting involved!?" Beatrice roared out, pressure hitting the students as if a monster had done it, "I didn't hear anything about this!" "Step back. This is official HPSC business." Orikami had a closely regulated tone, but there was a clear undertone of rage. "Kaenbyou Tsubasa, you are under arrest." "What do you mean she's under arrest?" The bear stood her ground, eyes narrowing, "What reason could you have to arrest her?" "For leaking information, leading to the endangerment of her classmate during Class 1-A's beach clean-up. Proof was found on her cell phone after we received an anonymous tip." Two Weeks Later Ino entered the classroom with a low rumbling, a nervous expression slathered across her face. "I wish we could have class like normal...but as you all know by now, your classmate Kaenbyou Tsubasa has been leaking information from the Hero Course to a group of unidentified villains since the semester started." Ino took a deep breath, as the rumbling started to die down. "The Hero Public Safety Commission will be doing a thorough investigation into this matter, so I wouldn't be surprised if any of you are interviewed. Rest assured… U.A. is a very secure Learning Facility, and your teachers will do their best to protect you, and your dreams." Ino pounded her chest with a loud thump, the rumbling coming to a complete stop. "I swear on it as your homeroom teacher!" She then turned around to face the board, and began writing. "In brighter news~!" She said, as her sorry excuse for what looked to be words began to sprawl themselves across the board. Barely legible, it read, 'Sports Festival, Max Omega Style!' She turned back to the students, clapping her hands together with a smile on her face. "Our annual Sports Festival will be starting today! It's such a fun time for students your age to practice what you've learned so far against each other in real time!" She paused, as a bead of sweat dripped down her face. "I wish I could've experienced it to the fullest during my first year… but I was beaten in the first round… and then some other stuff happened… and I should stop talking… eheh..." Hakaro chewed on his lip aggressively, ignoring the taste of iron as his finger tapped against the surface of his desk. He could still smell the paint on the wall, covering up the area where the words “TSUBASA SOLD YOU OUT” were spray-painted, the can being manipulated by some unseen whistleblower. Scanning the desks, he could see that a fair number were now empty. When the news got out that U.A. was being attacked by villains again after all these years, and it was further leaked that the villains even had an informant in the class, considerable faith was lost in the institution. Ren was pulled out the very day the news broke, and the class roster had been hemorrhaging since. As Hakaro understood it, 1-B faced similar losses. Leaning forward, he spoke up, ”So how are we supposed to know there won’t be another attack?” his eyes shot down in shame, before continuing, ”Not to say I am scared, but… It happened to your class, Todoya, what’s the difference now?” to accompany his question, his tapping on his desk stopped abruptly, and his words hung in the air for a few seconds. Miss Todoya, however, was not the one to interrupt said silence. The classroom door opened, revealing a man who hardly appeared to be older than the students, though every single person would instantly recognize him to be Japan’s #2 hero, Psyshock, albeit out of costume. ”Because the top 10 are all going to be there. Not to mention the school staff! This year’s sports festival is going to be the safest place in all of Japan!” he gave the class a child-like grin with a thumbs-up, before adding, ”I hope you don’t judge me for pressing my ear to the door and waiting for a dramatic moment to enter!” OP 2 - INFINITY by BACK-ON OOC

Come up with ideas for me, I need a fuckton of filler for tabletop. I don't particularly care how strong the ideas are.

Wow. That aged well.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I remember vividly losing my own cat, and that was like five years ago now. You didn't let her down. She was lucky to have you, just as lucky as you were to have her.

I don't know if you've read the manga, but I think it fits his character arc there very well.

The ten in kishotenketsu is literally conflict. Not to mention that motivation in and of itself is conflict between inaction and action. If a character has no motivation, then there is no action. With no action, no story. Sometimes this motivation is in subtext, sometimes it isn't even touched upon within the work and is up to the audience to decide, but even then, it is a required component. Also here's a potentially hot take: 4koma isn't always storytelling. I wouldn't tell a joke and say it's a story. Now, some jokes are stories, but not all. To say that a 4 panel comic doesn't fit the conventions of storytelling is a whataboutism at best. Another thought on it, if one disagrees with my previous two paragraphs, is that even if you can tell a story and say it has no conflict, is that an interesting story? I suppose that entertainment can be gained through spectacle, but... Is that a story? Is a painting a story? What's the point? Why are you telling it?