"997!"

"998!"

"999!"

"1000!!"

"*huf**huf*" 

"Incredible you finally did it!"

"Not bad bro!" 

Three people were present in a gym. Two boys and a girl. 

The girl had black hair and wore a black spat and a sports bra. despite being in her teens, her curves were rather generous. 

One of the boys, the one who spoke, had purple hair and was drawing on a canvas. His hands' dexterity was rather high. 

Finally, the last boy, who was working out, placed back the weight he was holding. He was bare chested, showing his well defined muscles. He could easily become a gravure idol.

"Take it."

"Thank you, Momo." 

The girl, Momo, gave him a towel in order for him to wipe out his sweat. He was sweating from all his body. If it was any other man it would have looked disgusting, but since it was him, it was a charming sight.

Minagata, seeing this sighed a little before shaking his head

(Being handsome is really useful.)

Well, even though he said that, Minagata wasn’t bad looking by any means. He was rather okay himself. The only reason he wasn't popular with the women was because of the exterior he showed. 

"Still, to think that you could lift 500 kg a thousand times. You really progressed fast during this year."

Minagata said while drawing another beast on his canvas. On his canvas, a valley full of wild beast could be seen. 

There was nothing special about them, but they seemed especially life-like. As if they could jump out of the canvas at any moment. 

Kuroha grinned a little. He wasn't a prideful guy but no one disliked being praised by people they cared about. 

"I discovered that I never really understood my quirk and never really used all its potential." 

"It's true. Thanks to your regeneration factors, you can easily do a workout that otherwise would do more bad than good."

"Exactly. No matter how much stress I put my body through, it will always regenerate and become stronger. It means that it doesn’t matter how much I break.”

Minagata hearing this, had a thoughtful expression, but he didn’t speak. Kuroha had never been the lazy kind. But compared to his current regime training, the one from before one year ago looked like trash.

Right now, they were in Momo's home. This fitness room was in another part of the mansion. Even now, he couldn’t help but gawk a little. It was a complete one, even professional fitness rooms can’t say that they have better equipment than this one.

He sighed once again. Frankly, if one didn’t have a strong heart, they couldn’t become friends with Momo and Kurohaoha. It was simply too hard on the heart. Thankfully he had his own talent. So he never really felt inferior to them. 

Kuroha looked at his hands before clenching his fists. Since his fight with Muscular, he understood how stupid he had been. 

After that, he began to train like mad. He mainly trained by himself. All Might, Nighteye or Gran Torino would never accept seeing him train like this no matter how useful it was. 

As he was now, he was still far from the level of madness but he was sure that he was two or three times stronger than he was a year ago. 

But this wasn't enough. Still not enough. He didn't want to rely on those guys in his head. That's why he trained. How many times did he break his bones? How many times did he feel his muscles tear like paper? How many times did he bleed like a fountain? 

He didn't know, nor did he need to know. Pain didn't matter. He smiled a little. Three days ago, he told Izuku that hero was basically being a masochist. He stood by his words. Someone who couldn't take pain should never try to become a hero. 

He lays down once again before putting his hand on the weight. 

"OK momo, two more series of one hundred and we are good." 

He lifted the weight, veins began to slightly bulge before snapping and then reforming so fast the blood didn't have the time to flow out. 

"1!"

This was something he recently remarked. 

"2!"

His body was growing. The more he was wounded, the stronger his regeneration became.

"3!"

But why did he only remark this now?

"4!"

He suffered for years, so his regeneration speed from one year ago should have come from all the torture he suffered. 

"5!"

But why did he never remember that? Until one year ago, he always thought that this regeneration speed was the one he always had. 

"6!"

It wasn't the sole incongruity he felt. 

"7!"

Sometimes, when he tried to remember his past, he would have a feeling of wrongness. 

"8!"

As if what he remembered was false. 

"9!"

As if his memory was incomplete. 

"10!"

As if… Someone fumbled with his memories… 

----

The next day:

Kuroha was sitting on a truck as he looked at Izuku. 

He really didn't understand the plan of All Might. From what he could see, Izuku will only finish this a few days or perhaps even one day before the start of the public exam. 

If so, when will he have the time to use and acclimate with One for All? Perhaps he was mistaken and his uncle took this into account? 

But then he remembered that All Might was a genius. The way geniuses and normal people thought was different. There's no way the plan All Might made was not comprehensive enough. 

He sighed before teleporting in the office of Nighteye. He originally didn't intend to stick his neck into this situation, but it seemed like he had to inform someone more competent as a trainer. 

The scene that greeted him when he teleported was a sight to behold. 

There, Bubble girl was bound to the wall and was laughing her ass off as she was tickled by a feather Nighteye held. 

Seeing this, Kuroha sighed a little. His father's obsession with All Might had reached a new level lately. If someone was too serious in front of him, he would snap and force them to laugh. 

Frankly, if Nighteye wasn't in a relationship, he would wonder if Nighteye was gay and in love with All Might. 

Still, he was sure that Izuku and Nighteye would become friends fast. Or enemies? From what he knew fans could easily enter into a brawl when discussing about their idols. 

"Ahahahah. Please stop!!! Kuroha save me!"

For Bubble Girl, seeing Kuroha was like seeing the messiah. No matter how crazy Nighteye acted, he would always calm himself down when in front of Kuroha. 

Indeed, when Nighteye heard Bubble Girl's cry, he stopped tickling her, put the feather in his pocket and turned to face Kuroha 

"*Cough* *cough* Hello Kuroha. How are you?" 

He seemed like a stern and serious man. At least he would seem like it if there wasn't a young woman bound on the wall behind him. 

Kuroha face-palmed before saying 

"One day, the authorities will sue you for sexual harassment. That day, I will swear that I don't know you" 

Nighteye had a perfectly innocent face as he unlocked the cuffs that were binding Bubble girl. He even dared to whistle

"What are you talking about? All I see is a perfectly normal office." 

"*Sigh* Forget it. I have more important things to tell you."

"Oh…"

Nighteye understood that Kuroha was serious this time, so he stopped goofing around and sat back on his office chair. 

This was the true Nighteye. He wasn't just a stupid fanboy. 

"Speak." 

Kuroha nodded before talking. He explained everything he knew and his understanding of Izuku. Finally he told him about the training regimen All Might created. 

Nighteye tapped on the table with his fingers as he began to think. 

Truly speaking, he had trained Mirio because he wanted him to become All Might successor. But since Mirio himself refused, he had no one to propose. 

Still, from what Kuroha told him, this Midoriya didn't seem particularly worthy of the power he would be bestowed. After a while, he looked at Kuroha and said 

"Two days later it will be Sunday. Make him come here. I may not be able to change All Might's choice, but I can still make it so that the one he chooses become way better. I am also curious about the boy."

Kuroha nodded, he really wondered how this meeting would go. It seems like this Sunday will be really interesting.