The Hero Academy in My Mind

Finally, Yagi Toshinori was unable to send Ryotaro out of school for his own reasons. It was Izuku who supported himself with a cane and sent Ryotaro out of U.A. High School. The two had a pleasant chat.

"Then let's separate here. I had a great time chatting with you, Ryotaro brother."

"I had a great time chatting with you, too." Ryotaro reached out and touched Izuku's hair.

"After all, we are both playing for the same card face, so there is a lot to talk about. You should continue to study hard. High school is very important." Ryotaro, as an 18-year-old veteran, said to Izuku earnestly.

"Yes! I will! Ryotaro brother should also work hard to get rid of the last demon god as soon as possible and return to your own world as soon as possible."

"I will definitely go back, so that's it, I'm leaving first!"

"Yes! Take care, Ryotaro brother!" Watching Ryotaro walk away, Izuku walked back to the dormitory with a cane. Fortunately, the hero basics are usually arranged in the last class in the afternoon, and there are no other courses after that, otherwise it would be difficult for Izuku to go upstairs with a cane.

After that, the wounded who were defeated in the training were sent over by Aizawa, including Sero Hanta whose face was blackened by Todoroki Shoto, Kamimura Denki who was shut down by Miro Hibiki, and Minetta Minoru whose face was swollen by Meiyu Frog.

"Ahem~ Oh my god, Todoroki Shoto is getting stronger and stronger. I was defeated by Todoroki Shoto in less than three minutes after I came on the court. Ahem."

"You are still too weak." Shota Aizawa carried Sero Hanta with one hand and Minetta Minoru who could no longer see with the other hand. Following him were Kamimura Denki who was cleaning his ears and Todoroki Shoto who was holding him. They walked into the health room. As soon as they entered the health room, Todoroki Shoto let go of Kamimura Denki's hand and looked around in the health room.

"Put the injured on the bed. If you are bleeding, come to me first."

"What what what?! Todoroki! Can you tell me what the treatment girl said?" Shangming Denki shouted while picking his ears.

"Don't bring a fool like this into the health room. It will be bad if his stupidity spreads to other students. Take him away quickly!"

"Healing girl, isn't Midoriya here?" Ignoring Shangming Denki, the big fool, Todoroki Shoto looked at the treatment girl who was diagnosing Sero Hanta.

"He, he should be back to the dormitory. His injury is not serious, but he has to walk on crutches for the next two days. You'd better take care of him, Bakugo Katsuki! You lie down! Your treatment is not over yet!"

"I'm fine!" Bakugo Katsuki struggled to break free from the bandages and wooden boards that bound his hands. He chased Todoroki out of the health room without even changing his combat uniform. The treatment girl stomped her feet in anger. Why are they so troublesome!

"Healing girl, cough cough cough, please save us first."

"One by one, it's a hassle!" The healing girl said, walking to her desk, taking out two pills from the drawer and pouring them into her mouth. If I don't take some medicine, I'll be pissed off by you guys.

Izuku limped back to the dormitory on crutches, and Red Eyes, who was covered in cracks, followed him.

"Main body, it looks like we're in a mess this time." Red Eyes rested his hands on the back of his head, and the fragments on his face fell to the ground from time to time.

"Hahaha, it seems so, but this time we worked together very well." Izuku stretched out his fist, and Red Eyes also stretched out his fist, and the two fists collided in mid-air.

"Even if I encounter the alien demon god and those "monsters", I'm not afraid."

"That's what I mean." Izuku blinked his eyes and let out a long breath. Not far away, the dormitory where they lived stood there.

"Ah, we're almost there, finally we can have a good rest."

"Would you like to have some drinks or something? I'll go prepare it." Red Eyes turned his head to look at the road they had come from, his mouth slightly twitched, and he supported Izuku with both hands, and the two of them sped up and walked towards the dormitory.

"I want to drink juice, orange juice."

"OK, no problem."

Bakugo Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki were running on the way back to the dormitory. Bakugo ran slower than Bakugo Shoto because of his arm injury. He looked at Bakugo Shoto who was running in front of him with a ferocious face.

"Yin Yang Face! You fucking wait to die! Wait until I'm healed! I'll kill you first! Nisui!!" A grenade was thrown by Bakugo Katsuki to the side of Bakugo Shoto and exploded violently. Bakugo Shoto quickly dodged this dangerous thing with his body skills, and slapped the ground casually, and an ice wall appeared to block Bakugo's way.

"Tsk!" Bakugo Katsuki, who had no way to smash the ice wall in one breath, curled his lips and bypassed the ice wall, running into the woods, trying to take a shortcut back to the dormitory.

Let's move our eyes away from U.A. If we stay here any longer, our special guest Mr. Deadpool will be angry, after all, he is now in a prison that he doesn't like very much.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't mislead readers with this kind of sentence, I'm not in the detention room now, I'm a security guard watching the prisoners now!" Deadpool's big face hit the camera, and Spider-Man pulled Deadpool away from the camera with an indifferent look.

"Deadpool, can you please stop being stupid! You are wearing a mask, and you won't look half as handsome no matter how many times you look in the mirror. Hurry up and hand over to the person in charge here." Spider-Man pulled Deadpool away with a cold face. You are occupying the sink here after using the toilet. Others don't need to wash their hands, right?

"Oh my, oh my~ Little Spider, why are you so serious? I haven't walked around enough. I really want to talk to that [ALLFORONE], hahaha."

"It's okay, you can't walk around before you hand over to the person in charge here." Spider-Man took off his gloves, and the knuckles of both hands were slightly red. He hurt his hands a little when he hammered that Flash man.

"Ah, ah, ah~ Leave this kind of small matter to Little Spider." Deadpool put one hand on Spider-Man's shoulder and put his head close to Spider-Man's ear.

"Please~Little~Spider~I will thank you." A warm voice sounded in my ears, and my earlobes suddenly felt a damp heat. I punched hard, and there was no one behind me.

'Fuck! I was fooled by that bastard!' Spider-Man punched the mirror in front of him, and pinched his nose with his other hand. This bastard is getting more and more naughty!

"I can only hand over to the person in charge first, and then go find that bastard. When I find him, hum, beat him half to death first, and Deadpool will sleep on the sofa tonight!" Well... this sentence is a bit grammatical, but it seems to contain a lot of information.

In the only cell on the 30th floor of the prison, [ALLFORONE] was sitting on a chair in a straitjacket. He could only sit there, not allowed to go anywhere, not allowed to move anything, and even if he used his [personality], he would be shot to pieces by the machine gun that was always ready. But in such a monotonous and dangerous room, a new guest appeared today.

"Huh~ I wonder which guest is here? Huh~ I'm so sorry, I can't stand up to greet the distinguished guest now, and there's no good tea here to serve."

"Hey~ No tea? But I prefer to drink junk drinks like Coke." Deadpool squatted in front of [ALLFORONE]. He could barely feel that there was someone standing in front of him without vision, and [ALLFORONE] didn't feel embarrassed.

"Slurp slurp~ Ah, the Coke tastes really good, do you want to try it?" Without considering other people's thoughts, he took off the respirator that [ALLFORONE] was wearing and poured the Coke directly into [ALLFORONE's] mouth.

"Gulp gurgle!" I haven't felt this taste for a long time. The taste of carbonic acid fermented in my mouth, and a refreshing feeling surged from the bottom of my heart.

"Wow wow wow, you can really drink a bottle." He threw the empty bottle back and hit the wall. The echo formed a series of images in [ALLFORONE's] mind.

"Huh~ I wonder what the distinguished guest wants to take from me?"

"That's not the case... Drawing a tube of blood shouldn't be a big deal." Deadpool said, without applying alcohol to [ALLFORONE], he directly inserted the needle into [ALLFORONE]'s arm, and blood was drawn out of [ALLFORONE]'s body.

"Hmph, just to draw my blood? The price is too small."

"Well... The main reason is that there is no way to kill you, because you are very important. If I kill you, this story line will not be able to proceed." Deadpool drew the pistol from his waist several times and pointed it at [ALLFORONE]'s head, but finally put the pistol back.

"What are you talking about?" [ALLFORONE]'s body temperature dropped as blood was drawn out.

"You still don't understand? Forget it, forget it if you don't understand, well... Well, I have one more collection, which is really good." Deadpool patted the syringe in his hand and put the ventilator on [ALLFORONE] again.

"I will inform your apprentice and tell him that you are doing well now, Mr. Shigaraki... Hahaha! No way." Just as he suddenly appeared, Deadpool disappeared in the cell, and the surroundings became quiet again, except for the extra smell of blood.

"Huh, interesting guy."