My Hero Academia: Thunder God

The Heroes Sports Festival, which had been filled with energy, excitement, and tension all day, finally came to an end. But it didn't end triumphantly—instead, the conclusion was met with dissatisfaction, complaints, and boos from the audience.

While the spectators went home to stew over the results, the students returned to their classrooms to wrap up the day. Yet the atmosphere in Class 1-A was anything but celebratory.

Almost no one had a smile on their face, and the tension in the room was palpable. The focus of the uneasy atmosphere was undoubtedly Kaminari and Todoroki, though Tetsutetsu's visible frustration also added to the weight in the air.

Still, the awkward silence was a testament to how deeply this sports festival had affected everyone. It left an impression that none of them would soon forget, though the feelings it stirred were far from pleasant.

The sound of the classroom door sliding open broke the silence. In walked their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, his head still wrapped in bandages. His somber presence only seemed to make the mood heavier, given that he was also seen as part of the authority at U.A.

"Do you think Kaminari's punishment was unfair?" Aizawa asked softly, glancing around the room as he stood at the podium.

The room remained silent. But the expressions on most students' faces made it clear—they felt it was unfair.

"The punishment was correct," Aizawa continued firmly. "Kaminari's 'Raikiri' is indeed a move that goes beyond the limits expected of a fifteen-year-old student."

"And if All Might hadn't intervened…" His sharp eyes flickered to Todoroki, sitting quietly in the back row. "The damage to Todoroki could have been irreversible. Do you disagree?"

"No, I agree." Todoroki nodded without hesitation, his expression neutral but his tone resolute. As someone who had been on the receiving end of Raikiri, he fully understood the danger it posed. The threat he'd felt in that moment was real.

Kaminari, sitting nearby, listened to Aizawa's reasoning and Todoroki's agreement without reacting much. Deep down, he understood why the heroes had taken Raikiri so seriously.

It wasn't just the move itself, it was about the context of the world they lived in.

The world he now inhabited, despite having villains and conflicts, was largely peaceful. There was structure, there were rules, and there was accountability. It wasn't like the Naruto world, where Raikiri had been forged, a world plagued by constant wars and killing, where survival often meant resorting to lethal techniques.

Raikiri wasn't meant for rescue or capture. It wasn't a defensive technique. It was, at its core, a killing move, designed for combat in a much harsher, more dangerous environment.

Here, in a society that valued life and restraint, it made sense why Raikiri would be viewed as a move that crossed a line. To many heroes, it likely seemed like something only villains would develop.

Principal Nezu's decision to punish Kaminari hadn't been made lightly. It was meant to be a wake-up call, a reminder to Kaminari to tread carefully moving forward.

These thoughts ran through Kaminari's mind as Aizawa addressed the class. When Aizawa's gaze landed on him, asking a silent question, Kaminari nodded.

What else could he do?

The decision had been made, and dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. Complaining wouldn't help. It was better to accept the judgment and move on.

As for sealing Raikiri… Kaminari understood the reasoning. He could agree to not use it on his classmates, but if a situation arose where his life was on the line, if he were facing villains—he wouldn't hesitate. Rules or no rules, survival came first.

"Alright," Aizawa said, nodding in approval. "Since both parties involved agree, we'll leave this topic behind. Let's move on."

The class listened intently as Aizawa continued, his tone calm and direct.

"First of all, good work today. You all performed admirably during the sports festival."

"As a reward, the school has decided to give you a short break. Tomorrow and the day after are official holidays. During this time, recruitment offers from professional heroes will start coming in. After the break, we'll sort through the offers and announce them. Until then, enjoy your time off."

With that, Aizawa turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving the students to process everything he'd said.

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As soon as Aizawa was gone, a collective sigh of relief swept through the room. Ashido, Mineta, Midoriya, and others visibly relaxed, their shoulders dropping.

"That was… intense," Ashido murmured.

"Kaminari," Momo called out, standing up from her seat. "Are you coming over to my house today?"

"Not today." Kaminari shook his head, offering a small smile. "I think my parents were pretty shaken by everything that happened. I should spend some time with them."

He glanced at Tetsutetsu, noticing the gold medal sitting on his desk. Without dwelling on it, Kaminari turned back to Momo. "What about you, Tetsutetsu? Are you heading to the judo gym later?"

Tetsutetsu hesitated, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface. But Kaminari's calm demeanor seemed to ease his nerves.

"I was planning to," Tetsutetsu admitted. "But after what you said, I think I'll head home instead."

"Great, let's walk together," Kaminari said with a grin.

As the class started to file out, Kaminari turned to Kyoka, who had been quietly standing nearby.

"Kyoka," he said, "if you're free the day after tomorrow, let's meet in the studio. We should take advantage of the sports festival buzz and drop a new single."

Kyoka's eyes lit up, her earlier sadness momentarily forgotten. "You've got a new song?"

"Yep," Kaminari replied. "Today's experience gave me some inspiration."

He thought to himself that now was the perfect time to release a song. He hadn't checked the internet yet, but he could already imagine his name trending across Japan. By tomorrow, when the newspapers hit the stands, his notoriety would likely skyrocket.

Kaminari, Momo, Tetsutetsu, and Kyoka left the classroom together. As they approached the school gate, Kaminari's phone buzzed in his pocket, his ringtone "Only My Railgun" breaking the silence.

"You guys go ahead—I'll catch up," Kaminari said, stepping aside to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello! Is this Mr. Kaminari Denki?"

"Yeah, speaking. Who's this?"

"This is a representative from the support equipment development division under the Mitsui Group. I'm calling to let you know that your combat uniform is nearly complete!"

Kaminari's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes. We'd like you to come in for a fitting to finalize the design. If you have any additional feedback, we can make adjustments on the spot. When would be a good time for you to visit?"

Kaminari hesitated. "Uh… where are you located?"

The representative gave him the address, and Kaminari realized it was a bit far from his home in Saitama City.

"Hmm… I'm a bit tied up right now," Kaminari said thoughtfully. "Can I contact you in a few days to schedule something?"

"Of course. Just let us know when you're ready."

"Thanks. I'll be in touch soon."

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