BNHA: Just A Passing-By Kamen Rider

CHAPTER 5

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He glared at the Mathematics textbook in his hands. Turns out, UA still had normal subjects that were compulsory. Subjects like math, literature, science, history, and English were the norm, while new subjects like basic heroics and hero laws were the add-on subjects that hero-class students were required to take.

He hates math, and science. History too, but this world’s history was more like superhero novels, so that doesn’t make him bored at all studying the subject.

With a sigh, he puts it into his backpack along with the subjects today, double-checking to bring everything before he stored it into his pocket-dimension.

And then his door abruptly opened.

“Where the hell did you put the money?”

Tsukasa just stared at the man that shared his DNA before shrugging. The man was clearly under hangover from the slur of his tone. The only reason why he comes in the room was because of only one thing.

“I used it all. Make gold or something.”

“Hit my limit. Now, give me your money, I know that you made some buck.”

The sperm donor looked around his room, and to his wallet. Tsukasa saw where his eyes went, and sighed. Throwing him the wallet, he watched as the man grab all his money out of the wallet before strutting away like he owned the place.

Wait, he did.

… You might be wondering why he gave up his money? Well, the reasoning was simple. The man only took a few hundred-yen bills, of course he didn’t put his savings in the wallet. That would be dumb.

His father’s Quirk limit was 50 kilograms, once the threshold was reached his Quirk  would lock itself to avoid harming its user. This happens a bit more often than he’d like, but what could he do?

If only he’d make money for how many times he was threatened to be kicked out of the house if he didn’t do anything that they wanted, he would have drowned in cash at that point.

He glanced into his pocket-dimension, staring at the stack of Yen bills. Definitely is the better storage place, he had no doubts that either one of his parents would get his money from his bank if he placed it there.

Putting his camera strap around his neck, he walked out of his room and went down the stairs, ignoring the orgy that his mother had last night and stepped over some naked men before heading out of the house.

Man, he was so excited when he’s 16. Damn emancipation couldn’t come sooner.

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Biting back a yawn, he rested his face on his palm as he stared outside the window. English was a subject that he was good in, especially when you spent the first life talking the language.

Listening to English music and movies helped him recover the language.

“Hey, come on everybody! Think hard before you answer the question!”

But holy cow, this teacher, Present Mic, his voice is so grating. He winced at the sharpness of the voice, but he’d admit that his English was good.

Jotting down the answer to the question in his English notebook, he looked through the textbook before snorting. This language subject was going to be a breeze, there were just simple English fill in the blanks and some reading comprehension questions. Most of the pages were dedicated to teaching grammar and nouns.

“Tsukasa, concentrate on the question! What the answer of number 5?”

He looked at the question on the textbook before answering.

“It’s C. She did it too quick, so it came out looking rough.”

“Correct! Ashido, what’s number 6’s answer?”

“E-Eh? I-It’s… Erm…”

“Too slow! Sato?”

“I think it’s A?”

“Is that a question or an answer?!"

School was boring, the good kind.

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Reasonable prices for the food, but damn were they still more than he thought.

He looked at his wallet before wincing. Fuck, this was supposed to last till dinner. He’d thought that school food would cost less than or about 300 Yen, but the cheapest stuff here was 500, a steam pork bun.

He pinched his nose bridge tightly, in thought, before sighing and getting a pork bun. The lady manning the counter took the coin and placed his order.

This is bad, this would mean he’ll have to use more than 11,000 Yen a month for school food alone. Add more expenses like train fare, dinner, SIM card bill, and more into the mix… Fuck.

Taking his tray, he grabbed his water bottle from his power before taking a seat on an empty table. Small mercies, there were 4 buns and were larger than the norm. Taking a bite of one of them, he savored the taste before a tray slammed next to him.

“Hey, Tsukasa! Mind if we sit here?”

He looked up from his food to see the same pink-skinned girl with the invisible girl, red spiky hair waving at him, someone who looked very average with something on his elbows, and headphone jack girl.

He shrugged.

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

They slid into their seats and started talking about classes to one another. He listened while taking small bites of his buns, nodding whenever they were something that he agreed to, like how perverse that purple-ball kid was to how weird their math teacher, Ectoplasm looked.

Finishing his small lunch, he watched as they all continued eating their filling food. A lesser person would be jealous, but he wasn’t the type. He wasn’t that petty and opted to drink his water to satisfy his stomach.

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“I am… Coming through the door like a normal person!”

The door to their classroom slams opens as All Might entered the class.

… He doesn’t get the All Might hype. Sure, he single-handedly reduced crime rates in Japan by a whopping 13% to a measly 6%, but Tsukasa just couldn’t seem to like the guy.

Maybe it was his face? That weird ass fake smile that he had on? He eavesdropped on his fellow classmate’s mutters of awe, only to frown. Silver Age? The hell is that? And  that was true, why teach here when he could be doing his actual job of saving people?

This was so weird. And suspicious.

“I teach Basic Heroics Training! The subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero! Note, that you’ll take the most units of this subject! Now, let’s get right to it! This is what we will be doing today!”

He then gets into a weird stance before thrusting his right arm out, showing the class a card with the kanji words “BATTLE!” before yelling out.

“COMBAT TRAINING!”

This shocked the whole class. Battle training as their first class?

“And to go with this class are these!”

Pressing a button on the teacher’s table, a section of the wall opened as rows of suitcases with numbers painted onto them slid out of the opening, emitting a mechanical hum.

“Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started!”

The class erupted in excitement as All Might told them to gather at Ground Beta after they changed before disappearing, leaving gales of wind behind that pushed their hair upwards.

… He’d admit, the man was fast.

Following his fellow students, he got up from his seat and reached out to suitcase number 16. Opening his suitcase to see what’s inside, he grinned as he took out the note taped to his costume.

Reading it over, his grin widened. Looks like the principal had delivered with his request.

[I’ll Be Watching, Don’t Hold Back.]

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“Hey, sir. Are you busy right now?”

Tsukasa asked on the phone, resting on a bench of a random park as the voice of the principal rang.

“No, no. I’m currently on my time-off! Sometimes even a creature like me enjoys some time enjoying cheese and tea!”

….Huh. Note to self, get some cheese for the sir.

“Right, I’m calling because I wanted to talk about my Quirk. It’s —”

“Ah, it’s about that device you used during the Entrance Exam, yes? I do admit that it is interesting, I’ve never seen it before. And your performance in Aizawa’s test was intriguing, when your Quirk only allows you to store objects into your pocket-dimension.”

A few seconds of silence goes by before Tsukasa sighed.

“Yeah. About it, I doubt that a hero course doesn’t have a practical training session, so I was wondering if Sir would keep this conversation a secret, there’s much more that I hadn’t showed.”

One may be asking, why is he telling the principal about it? Good question, it’s because Jeff, the ROB friend of his, made the gear inaccessible to anyone other than him, unless they were given access to.

But they can’t use the driver, it was off-limits. They can, at best, only open the Rider Booker to take out a card. Even then, the card will return to the Booker if said card was too far from the Booker.

“Oh, I have no doubts that you have more to show! Very well, this call will be encrypted with my most secure encryption code. You and I are the only people alive who will be in this call!”

“Thanks, sir. Anyways…”

A few dozen minutes later, he was met with silence as Nezu processed what he just said. He could understand the silence, it was an info dump to the principal.

“… I see. Very well, I will supervise your teachers about this, they will not speak of it. I do urge you, however, to use your fullest potential, it would be difficult to try and plan your personal lessons if you hold back so much.”

“I plan to, but I doubt that you all can find my limits better than me. The only person who knows the full potential of this power is you and I.”

He mentally noted to ask Jeff if the principal could join their Decade reruns. The principal was chill like that, the novel series that the rat/bear/dog recommended were a good read, even if it was a little morbid and brutal for Tsukasa’s taste.

Seriously, the stories that the principal recommend typically end with the MC dying or losing everything. Morbid, as he said, but wow, were the plot and worldbuilding good.

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Dusting his shoulders, he couldn’t help but have a smile on his face when he looked at his outfit in the mirror.

A black trench coat over a magenta turtleneck, with a silver pin of his symbol on his left breast pocket. The top was tight that showed his body shape, yet loose and comfortable enough for all motions.

Going down his top were slim-fit pants of the same color as the coat without a belt. Flexible enough for his knee to reach his chest, too.

For shoes, he just opted for black leather boots with steel-toe fronts. To top everything off, he got himself some gloves with black lines and white accents, while his camera was slung around his neck.

Everything had Kevlar and some kind of fabric that made the suit, pants, and glove bullet proof, stab resistant, slash resistant, and slightly fire resistant. His hero costume really has good defenses, from what the note said behind Nezu’s comment.

Damn, he looked good. Ruffling his brown hair slightly, he looked at the messy hair before nodding, his ruffled hair completed the look well.

His smile turned to a smirk as he looked inside his suitcase. U.A. had a costume allowance that was given every year, and because his costume was so cheap to make, he had spades to spare.

So, he requested for smoke bombs, stun grenades, impact grenades, goo grenades, and more stuff that could fit inside his coat’s inner pocket. Sometimes when he needed space to Henshin, he could use these as distractions.

Throwing all of them into his pocket-dimension, he was the first to head towards Ground Beta with his phone in hand, showing the map of the place.