My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 19 Training Montage 1

[GENERAL STUDIES – CLASS 1-D]

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Alright, everyone," Mrs. Nakamura called over the sound of closing textbooks and scraping chairs.

"Don't forget your essays are due Monday. And if I see any of you on the news this weekend—" She shot a pointed look at Yuta. "—I'm deducting points."

A few students snickered. Yuta packed his things without looking up.

He had a hospital visit to make and a limited window to make it.

"Yo, Yuta."

Hana appeared at his desk, holding something.

His textbook.

"Someone returned this during lunch," she said, setting it down. "Hero Course girl. Pink skin, yellow eyes. Said it belonged to a Yuta Akutami."

Kimura leaned on the desk. “We were betting you lost it.” Yuta sighed. "Just my luck."

"How did you lose this one?"

“I didn’t lose it. It just… got away from me.” He replied, taking the book.

Hana raised an eyebrow. “Textbooks usually don’t run.”

“I’m aware.”

She smirked but let it go.

“We’re grabbing ramen at the station,” she said. “You coming?”

Kimura nodded.

"Yeah, man. Celebrate your viral fame."

Tanaka adjusted his glasses.

"We could discuss the philosophical implications of manhole-based justice. As well as what the future holds for each of us."

Yuta stared at them.

Then sighed.

"I can't. I have… something I need to do."

"Ooh, mysterious," Hana teased.

"It's not mysterious. I just—" He hesitated. "I need to see my mom."

The teasing stopped immediately.

Hana's expression softened.

"Oh. Right. She's still in the hospital, isn't she?"

Yuta nodded.

"Yeah."

Kimura leaned back.

"Rain check, then?"

"…Yeah. Rain check."

Tanaka gave a small nod.

"Tell her we said hi. Even though she doesn't know us."

Yuta managed a faint smile.

"I'll pass it along."

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. 'Alright. Gotta go fast.'

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

"Oh come on!"

The train was delayed.

Of course it was.

Yuta stood on the platform, staring at the departure board like it had personally wronged him.

NEXT TRAIN: 4:01 PM

Fifteen minutes.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

If the train left on schedule, he'd get to Hinohara by 5:00 PM.

Plenty of time.

BTTZ!

His phone buzzed.

MOM: You're coming today, right?

Yuta's thumb hovered over the keyboard.

YUTA: Yeah. Train's delayed. I'll be there by 5.

Three dots appeared immediately.

MOM: Good. We need to talk.

Yuta exhaled.

‘Great.’

He pocketed the phone and stared at the tracks, letting his mind wander.

His mind, unsurprisingly, circled back to last night.

'Eri.'

He sighed once again.

'Should I tell Nezu about this?'

He rubbed the side of his head. The memory was sharp in some parts, blurry in others. A little girl. White hair. Horns. Overhaul, plague mask, some fight scenes, and .. that was pretty much it.

‘Heroes can’t just… take a kid away because they look scared. Right?’

He thought that was how things worked. Back in his past life, he’d watched the Overhaul arc, but that was years ago.

He wasn’t a hardcore fan; he’d stopped somewhere in season 4 and moved on to other shows. The details were all mixed together. He remembered the fights, the big scenes—not the investigation, not the legal steps that led to the Hassaikai takedown.

‘I don’t even know if Overhaul is on the hero radar yet…’

So what would he even tell Nezu?

“Hi, a kid looked scared and the guy creeped me out.”

That wasn’t evidence. That was a bad feeling. Nothing a hero could use.

‘And Nezu would ask questions.’

Where it happened. Why Yuta was there. How he knew something was wrong. What exactly he saw. He wouldn’t be able to explain intuition based on anime memories that didn’t even line up properly.

He already had trouble lying to his own mom. There was no way he’d lie his way through Nezu.

'Tsk. Curse you Kayla. You couldn't have chosen another week to recommend My Dress Up Darling to me. Now I'm in this mess.'

His stomach sank a little.

'That's not even the worst case scenario.'

Even if someway, somehow, Nezu believed him and investigated. How was he sure the result would be favourable? If they didn't know how to start, how would they be able to take Eri off his hands?

Overhaul by default, should be Eri's legal guardian. Without solid evidence, no warrant would be given.

‘What if Overhaul notices? What if he moves her somewhere worse? What if he panics and hurts her?’

He would never be able to forgive himself if that happened. The risks just seemed too great. 'So no then.' He wasn't telling Nezu. Handling this alone seemed like the best viable path. 'Plus, some jail time would be letting these bastards off way too easily.'

His thoughts were interrupted as the train roared into the station.

Yuta pushed off the pillar, straightened his bag strap, and followed the crowd.

'The sooner I get stronger, the better.'

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[HINOHARA GENERAL HOSPITAL – 5:03 PM]

Room 406.

'Ok, her anger must have calmed down by now. Just be calm, and hope for the best.'

Yuta stood outside the door, hand raised to knock.

He could hear the TV inside—muted news broadcast, probably.

He knocked.

"Come in."

He opened the door.

Aiko sat in her wheelchair by the window, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

The TV was on.

Paused.

On a very familiar video.

'Oh Come On!'

"…Hi, Mom."

"Sit."

He sat.

Aiko didn't say anything for a long moment.

Just stared at him.

Then she sighed—long, exhausted, maternal.

"Yuta."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea how many calls I got today?"

He would rather not be informed.

"… Um .. a lot?"

"Seventeen. Seventeen. From old coworkers, friends, neighbors, and random heroes I haven't talked to in years."

Yuta winced.

"…It was self-defense?"

"I know."

He blinked.

"…You do?"

"Yoruichi called me. Explained everything." She leaned forward slightly. "He also said you were weirdly calm about the whole thing."

Yuta shifted uncomfortably.

"I just… reacted."

"To what?"

"…He was going to die."

Aiko studied him.

"And that's it? You saw a hero in danger and just… intervened?"

"…Yeah."

She kept staring.

Yuta felt his throat tighten.

"I didn't plan it, Mom. I swear. I was just—" He stopped. "—having a bad night."

"A bad night," she repeated slowly.

"Yeah."

"So you beat a villain twelve times."

"… I was going to leave. He was the one who threatened me into staying."

Yuta mumbled quietly. You would think someone in that situation would be smarter. As for his violent actions of beating a grown man, he felt not a shred of regret.

As a bonafide Netizen before Transmigration, he had long resonated with the core philosophy. VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER. VIOLENCE WAS THE QUESTION, AND THE ANSWER IS YES.

Aiko's lips twitched.

Then she laughed.

"You're so much like your father."

Yuta blinked.

"…I am?"

"Stubborn. Reckless. Too brave for your own good." She shook her head. "He would've done the same thing."

Yuta looked down.

"…I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For worrying you."

Aiko wheeled closer and reached out, resting a hand on his.

“Yuta, I’m not mad—well, no, that’s not true, I am mad. Just… not for the reason you think.”

"I'm furious because you put yourself in danger. Because you're fifteen. Because I can't protect you anymore."

Her grip tightened slightly.

"But I'm also proud."

Yuta's chest tightened.

"…Really?"

"Really." She smiled—soft, sad. "You saved someone's life, Yuta. That's not nothing."

He didn't trust himself to speak.

Aiko leaned back.

"That said. If you ever do something like that again without backup, I will personally drag you to every hero agency in Japan and make you apologize in person."

Yuta managed a weak smile.

"Understood."

"Good."

Aiko let the moment settle, then nodded toward his bag.

“Go on. You should get home before it gets too late.”

“Yeah. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Yuta said, standing.

“Bring real food,” she added. “The cafeteria is trying to kill me.”

He huffed a quiet breath. “Got it.”

He stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. The latch clicked. For a second, he leaned against the wall.

'Phase One accomplished. I have survived. On to Phase Two.'

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[TWO HOURS LATER]

“Ninety Eight.”

Night had fallen in the city.

“Ninety. Nine.”

The figure of a human boy could still be seen running laps near the beach.

“One Hundred.”

THUD!

The moment the last lap was over, Yuta collapsed on the sand, sweat steaming from his pores in torrents.

Press-up, 100 times: Complete (100/100)

Sit-up, 100 times: Complete (100/100)

Squat, 100 times: Complete (100/100)

Running, 10 km: Incomplete (10/10)

Phase Two, train until you almost die. complete.

“Pant, pant, pant, pant…”

'It's official. I will never watch another Shounen Anime again.'

His heart felt like it might explode at any second.

He had nearly quit during the first twenty pushups.

Then had nearly quit again when he hit the fiftieth mark.

The total number of times throughout this ... He had lost count. His shirt clung to him. His arms felt like they didn’t belong to him anymore.

'Yet to think a freak li

ke Might Guy exists somewhere.'

He stared up at the night sky, trying to will his heartbeat back under control.

'I guess ... It's time for Phase Three then.'

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

'Alright Yuta Akutami. Welcome to Hell for the next twelve days.'

He exhaled through his nose, tired but determined.

Phase Three…

Repeat until overpowered.