Mha: Sand Sand Fruit

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"Of course there is no problem!" Akira replied, his voice steady, the faintest smile tugging at his lips despite the early hour. He wasn't bothered by the thought of training alongside someone else—if anything, it might make things more interesting.

All Might chuckled heartily, pleased with Akira's response. "Well then, you can call me Mr. Ou," he said with a warm, booming voice, "And this young man beside me is Midoriya Izuku."

Akira glanced at Midoriya, noticing the boy's nervous demeanor. He wasn't sure what to make of him just yet. But there was something about Midoriya that reminded Akira of his younger self—a sense of resolve mixed with uncertainty. Still, he didn't dwell on it and turned his attention back to All Might.

The smile on All Might's face was broad, but there was something calculated behind it, as though he was sizing up Akira from beneath his casual facade. All Might hadn't introduced himself as the Symbol of Peace—something Akira found curious. He made a mental note of it but decided to play along. There was no rush to uncover everything.

"So, Akira," All Might began, his voice suddenly more serious, though his grin remained. "Do you come here often to train?"

Akira nodded, his tone casual but confident. "Yeah, I come here to train regularly. It's the best place to get some peace and focus."

All Might's eyes gleamed with approval. "And I take it you're working hard to become a Hero, am I right?"

Akira smiled, his expression softening, but there was an unmistakable fire in his eyes. "That's right. I've set my sights on the Hero department after graduation this semester. It's a big goal, but I have to push myself if I want to make it."

Midoriya Izuku, who had been quietly observing, couldn't help but stare at Akira. He was around the same age, yet Akira spoke with such confidence, a level of maturity and clarity Izuku was still striving to achieve. His hands fidgeted nervously at his sides, a little self-conscious of his own lack of experience. But then, something about Akira's words stirred something within him. A desire to catch up, to become as strong as Akira.

"That's impressive," Midoriya said softly, more to himself than anyone else. "I... I still have a long way to go before I'm ready."

All Might chuckled, catching the shift in Izuku's mood. "It's good to have a goal, Midoriya. And Akira here seems to be the perfect example of that."

Akira didn't respond immediately, instead offering Izuku a brief, encouraging glance. The two were in different places, but both were on the same path—one that would be full of challenges and hard work.

"Well, it's a good thing you two are aiming for the same goal," All Might said, his voice warm as he clapped his hands together. "It'll be great if you two train together. You'll push each other to grow, and that's the best way to improve."

Akira nodded, but before he could say anything, All Might suddenly grinned widely. "And I have a great idea for a first meeting between you two. A duel!"

"A duel?" Akira raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure how to react to All Might's enthusiasm. His instincts told him that All Might was testing him, seeing what kind of person he was in a more practical setting, but he wasn't exactly excited about the prospect of a fight.

"Yes, a duel!" All Might repeated, his grin unwavering. "You'll learn a lot from it. After all, both of you want to be Heroes, don't you? Let's see what you're really made of."

Izuku stiffened, glancing at Akira with uncertainty. His body still felt strange after inheriting All Might's Quirk, and while he was eager to prove himself, he wasn't sure if he was ready for a real fight. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but there was a flicker of determination in his eyes.

Akira, sensing the hesitation in Izuku, offered a reassuring smile. "It's fine," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Don't worry. I won't hold back, but I'll be careful."

Izuku swallowed, nodding firmly, though he couldn't shake off the nervousness building in his chest. He was still new to all of this—still finding his footing as a budding Hero.

All Might's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Great! But remember," he added, looking at both of them. "No targeting vital points. This is just a friendly spar, alright?"

"Understood!" Izuku responded quickly, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Akira, however, remained unfazed. He had been through far worse than a friendly spar, and he wasn't worried about the outcome. What mattered was how hard he could push himself.

"Alright, let's head to the beach over there," All Might said, gesturing toward a nearby stretch of sand where the two of them could spar without worrying about causing any damage to their surroundings.

As the three made their way to the beach, All Might's mind was already working. He was sizing up Akira and Izuku, thinking about how to best help them both grow. Akira had the potential; it was clear in the way he carried himself. But Izuku… All Might knew he had to train the boy carefully. His Quirk could be both a blessing and a curse.

Once they arrived, All Might gave a few final instructions. "Alright, boys, just remember to keep it clean. No dirty tricks, no targeting vital points. Let's see what you've got."

Izuku stepped forward, determination flashing in his eyes. Without warning, he charged at Akira, his fists flying in a chaotic, unrefined barrage.

Akira, with his years of experience and street-smart instincts, saw it coming. The punches were slow—too slow. He easily dodged one, then another, before stepping aside to grab Izuku's arm mid-swing. In a fluid motion, he used the boy's momentum to throw him effortlessly onto the sand in an over-the-shoulder move.

Izuku grunted as he hit the ground, momentarily dazed. He quickly sat up, embarrassed but determined. "I'm not done!" he muttered under his breath, shaking the sand out of his hair.

All Might approached them, nodding thoughtfully. "The winner is clear," he said, raising his hand to signal the end of the match. "Midoriya, you've got a lot of work to do. But that's alright. This is just the beginning for you both."

Izuku stood up, brushing himself off. He wasn't discouraged; rather, he felt motivated to work even harder. "I understand," he said, determination flooding his voice.

Akira smiled softly, watching the boy's determination. This was the kind of growth he was familiar with—the kind that came from struggle and perseverance. He had no doubt that Izuku would grow stronger. They both would.

As the sun began to rise, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the three of them lingered on the beach, talking about their goals, their plans, and what it meant to be a Hero. For Akira, this was just the beginning. He had come a long way, but there was so much more to learn, so much more to experience.