Just as she finished speaking, the door slid open, revealing Mr. Aizawa. His arms were bandaged, and a strip of gauze covered his forehead. Despite his injuries, he strode into the room with his usual air of authority.
I nearly fumbled the knife at Momo's words, a flush creeping up my neck. "Husband? Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I'm just a decent cook, not husband material."
I was about to say more when I heard a soft cough from the other doorway. I looked back to see Jiro and Yaoyorozu standing there, their expressions a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.
So he can materialize the energy too? Like aura weapon?
I struck, a spear of emerald energy extending from my joined hands. It pierced the Zero Pointer's neck like a hot knife through butter, severing hydraulics and frying circuitry.
The viewing room hummed with a tension that mirrored the chaos on screen. With a flick of his paw, the principal - was it a bear? a mouse? - shifted the display from one frantic student to the next, his voice a low rumble. "They face the unknown, a tight time limit. That pressure, it reveals their true nature."
"It's a Brazilian martial art," he explained. "But it's more than that. It's a dance, a game, a way of life. And I think it might just be the key to unlocking your full potential."
I caught the staff, the weight familiar in my hands. Sensei had been drilling me in bo staff techniques, teaching me to flow from one strike to the next, to use the momentum of each movement to power the next.