My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 21 The Art Of Reasonable Requests

The next morning came faster than expected.

Yuta blinked awake to his alarm vibrating against the pillow. 6:32 a.m.

He shut it off and stared at the ceiling for a while.

Same feeling. Same quiet.

Another day to figure things out.

He sat up, stretched, and went through the same motions—bath, breakfast, uniform, bag. Nothing special. His body felt stronger than it should for someone who’d trained past exhaustion last night.

'Now I can see why most Shounen protagonists are freaks.'

The past few days of Training had felt like grinding a video game.

The very exercise he once despaired over was no longer as soul crushing as it had been on the first day.

The more he wore himself out, the easier it was to do it again. His body’s recovery rate was absurd—his stamina, speed, and strength all jumped in short bursts each time he healed. And his chakra would practically double day by day.

Four days.

That was all it took to make his previous self look lazy. Yet in just that time, he was stronger, faster and could last much longer than his previous self.

He checked the time again, grabbed his bag, and stepped out. The air outside was sharp and clean. Morning traffic filled the streets, and the sound of passing trains faded into the distance as he made his way to the station.

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[U.A. DEVELOPMENT STUDIO – LATE MORNING]

The studio sat near the east wing, tucked between two labs. Most students didn’t even know it existed. The sign outside read “Prototype and Design Access – Authorized Entry Only.”

Inside, the smell hit him first—metal dust, ozone, and machine oil. Rows of workbenches lined the walls, scattered with spare joints, polished tools, and half-assembled drones. Mechanical arms hummed overhead, sorting components.

A few development students were already at work, focused on their terminals.

Yuta stepped through the doorway and immediately felt out of place.

A girl with goggles and pink hair was arguing loudly with a drill press. Another student was testing what looked like a backpack-mounted flamethrower. Someone yelled "CLEAR!" and an explosion of purple smoke filled the back corner.

Nobody screamed.

Nobody even looked.

'This place is unhinged.'

He made his way past the chaos, scanning for someone who looked like they knew where things were supposed to go.

Near the center desk sat a short, stocky figure in a yellow hard hat and work gloves, flipping through blueprints with mechanical precision.

Power Loader.

The Development Studio supervisor and one of U.A.'s more practical faculty members. Also, coincidentally, the person Yuta needed to not piss off today.

Yuta approached carefully.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Power Loader glanced up. His yellow visor reflected the overhead lights. "Yes?"

"I'm here to submit a support gear request for the Sports Festival."

Power Loader leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "Name and class?"

"Yuta Akutami. General Studies, Class 1-D."

The visor tilted slightly—subtle interest, maybe suspicion.

"General Studies, huh?" Power Loader's tone wasn't dismissive, just mildly surprised. "You planning to transfer into the Hero Course?"

"That's the goal."

"Good answer." He gestured toward a clipboard on the desk. "Fill that out. Include quirk details, item specifications, and reason for request. Be specific. If it's vague, it gets rejected."

Yuta picked up the clipboard and scanned the form.

SUPPORT GEAR REQUEST FORM – U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL

Student Name:

Class:

Quirk Name:

Quirk Description:

Requested Items:

Reason for Request:

Safety Justification:

He pulled out a pen and started writing.

STUDENT NAME: Yuta Akutami

CLASS: 1-D (General Studies)

QUIRK NAME: Enhanced Control

QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Object manipulation via physical contact. User can mark objects with kanji and control them telekinetically within a variable range. Precision and range improve with focus and stamina.

REQUESTED ITEMS

1. 25 aluminum palm-plates (~18–20 cm, 2–3 mm thick, lightweight with reinforced cores)

2. 15 dulled kunai (~20–25 cm, blunted tips, rubberized grips)

3. 20 dulled shuriken (~10–12 cm diameter, rounded edges, rubberized rims)

1 capture cloth (4–5 m, synthetic fiber, fire-resistant)

REASON FOR REQUEST:

My quirk requires physical objects to function. Without external items to manipulate, I have no offensive, defensive, or mobility options. The requested gear provides safe, non-lethal tools I can control effectively during the festival.

SAFETY JUSTIFICATION:

All items are dulled, blunted, or otherwise modified to eliminate lethal risk. The capture cloth is standard restraint equipment used by Pro Heroes. These tools allow me to demonstrate my quirk's potential without endangering other students.

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He reread it once, made sure nothing sounded too aggressive, and set the pen down.

Then he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket—a handwritten letter he'd drafted last night.

He clipped it to the form.

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To: Power Loader, Development Studio Supervisor

Re: Support Gear Request – Yuta Akutami

Sir,

I understand that support gear regulations exist to maintain fairness and safety during the Sports Festival. I respect that completely.

However, I would like to clarify that my quirk is fundamentally non-functional without physical objects to manipulate. I'm not asking for performance enhancements—I'm asking for the bare minimum tools required to participate meaningfully.

The items I've requested are all dulled, blunted, or otherwise modified for training use. They pose no greater risk than standard Hero Course equipment already approved for combat exercises.

If this request is denied, I will be forced to work with whatever objects are available in my immediate environment—desks, chairs, loose stones, or potentially sharp kitchen utensils from home.

I would prefer to avoid that scenario, both for my safety and the safety of my classmates.

Thank you for your consideration.

Respectfully,

Yuta Akutami

Class 1-D

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Yuta clipped the letter neatly to the form and slid the clipboard back across the desk.

Power Loader picked it up without a word.

He read the form first. His expression didn't change.

Then he flipped to the letter.

Five seconds in, his visor tilted slightly.

Ten seconds, and his mouth twitched.

Fifteen seconds, and he set the clipboard down very carefully.

He looked at Yuta.

Yuta looked back, perfectly calm.

"…Did you just threaten me with kitchen knives?"

"No, sir," Yuta said evenly. "I stated a potential safety concern."

Power Loader stared at him.

Yuta didn't blink.

Behind them, someone's jetpack misfired and slammed into a ceiling beam. Nobody reacted.

Power Loader exhaled slowly through his nose.

"Kid."

"Yes, sir?"

"This is either the most reasonable or the most unhinged request I've seen this month."

"I prefer to think of it as practical."

Power Loader leaned back in his chair, tapping a gloved finger against the desk.

"Your quirk really doesn't work without objects?"

"Correct. I can't generate anything. I need external items to mark and manipulate."

"And you picked kunai and shuriken because…?"

"They're small, light, easy to control, and designed for throwing. Perfect for precision-based manipulation."

"…Fair."

Power Loader flipped through the form again, then glanced at the letter one more time.

"Alright. Here's the deal."

Yuta straightened slightly.

"Your reasoning checks out. Quirk-dependent tools fall under the support clause. And technically, everything you asked for is non-lethal training equipment."

Yuta's chest eased slightly.

"That said—" Power Loader pointed at the letter. "—don't ever write something like this again."

"Understood."

"I'm serious. You made it sound like you were one rejection away from weaponizing cutlery."

"That wasn't my intent, sir."

"Doesn't matter. Intent and perception are two different things." He stamped the form with a heavy APPROVED seal. "You'll get your gear. It'll be ready two days before the festival. Pick it up here."

Yuta exhaled properly for the first time since walking in.

"Thank you, sir."

Power Loader waved him off.

"Don't thank me yet. If you use those kunai to stab someone, I'm confiscating everything and banning you from this lab for life."

"Noted."

"Good. Now get out of here before Hatsume tries to recruit you for something explosive."

Yuta didn't need to be told twice.

He turned and headed for the exit, weaving past sparking terminals and students wielding power tools with alarming confidence.

The door shut behind him with a soft hiss.

Outside, the hallway was blessedly quiet.

Yuta leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.

'Phase Four: Acquire support gear.'

Complete.

He pulled out his notebook, flipped to the checklist, and drew a clean line through the entry.

Then he glanced at the next item.

Phase Five: Survive the Sports Festival without dying or getting expelled.

He stared at it for a moment.

Then closed the notebook.

"…One problem at a time."

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[POWER LOADER'S DESK – 30 SECONDS LATER]

Power Loader sat alone at his desk, rereading the letter for the third time.

He set it down.

Picked up his coffee.

Took a sip.

Set it down again.

"…Kitchen knives."

He rubbed

his face with both hands.

"That kid's either a genius or a disaster waiting to happen."

A nearby terminal beeped. He ignored it.

"Probably both."

He stamped another form without looking and muttered under his breath:

"I don't get paid enough for this."