[Johanna Larsen]

Loitering her way across the campus, Johanna was positively on the prowl for some of her classmates or her friends so she had some company to hang out with after school. Although, for some reason, it seemed like everyone she knew had found themselves not on the path she was trekking.

”Man, where is everyone… What if I found a litter of kittens, and I couldn’t share it with everyone else?”

Her idle dreams were one-dimensional, but it would definitely spark up her day and probably make her talk about something like that for the next month or so. But right now, she didn’t even have anybody to talk about, let alone something to talk about.

Letting out a deep sigh, she parked herself on a bench near the athletic fields as she took in a deep breath and redid her hairband. She was about to give up and go back to her room, but then she heard some sort of struggle coming from close by that gave her pause.

‘Maybe it was somebody in trouble and they need my help?!’ her internal monologue primed her, and just as quickly she popped to her feet to find out what was causing such a noise when there were no classes in session right now.

”Woah, that’s Dauntless!”

The exclaim came silent as she snuck in to get a better view, the twenty-something pro hero taking on some training droids that she had only heard of from seniors, and mostly about how hellaciously unrelenting they were in putting the boots onto even the best third year students. Except instead of one, Dauntless was facing down half a dozen of them.

‘Maybe they’ve gone haywire, and he needs my help!’ her internal monologue would once again try to poke her eagerness to run headlong into dangers.

But somewhat uncharacteristically, she found herself merely hiding and looking on, her survival instinct probably stopping her from getting herself pounded into the ground by those droids.

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Demura Kano |

[Demura Kano]

Three fists. Seven kicks. Three attempted grapples. All arcing with energy pulses capable of stunning a fully grown elephant into submission, and all coming at him at once. Demura would dodge out of the way of the incoming fists, sliding into a rapid parry of forearms and legs to stop the onslaught of attempted kicks that followed in their wake. The grapples were easy enough to counter, with him reversing one of them and tossing the would-be assaulter into another one. He'd leap back, giving himself some space to recover and catch his breath, which was saying something since it was rare for him to get tired.

Which just went to show how difficult the maxed-out settings of U.A.U.'s training androids were. When he was a freshman, he'd barely been able to take on two of them at a lower-level difficulty, so he'd thought it'd be a fun idea to see just how strong he's gotten since then. With these settings, each one possessed the physical abilities of highly skilled fighters and soldiers, working with tandem with one another to take down their opponents. Later in the semester he'd likely use this for the seniors in small team battles, testing their coordination and cohesion.

For now, they were just a workout for him. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow as he prepared for them charge once more, only for two to suddenly break off and make for one of the entrances to the training hall. What kind of tactic were they using- he briefly considered, before he caught a glance of someone peeping inside. Ah, crap. The androids were quick, crossing the distance of the room and on a collision course with the student. There was reason the higher difficulty settings were restricted, and that was because the androids didn't hold back.

As the fours who remained focused on him charged, Demura's body would suddenly flare up with a magenta-colored energy that arced wildly like lightning, before his image would flicker. The four androids would be blown away at the force of a sudden impact into the other two that charged the intruder, only for all six to crash into the nearby wall.

"Mercy!" He shouted as he stood before the... student, he now realized, the lights of the room blinking green and the now totaled androids going limp. His eyes glowed with the same intense energy, before it subsided, and he let out a breath to relax. "Sneaking into an active training session is dangerous, you know. Though I suppose it's my fault for not having the room locked down."

|Johanna Larsen|

[Johanna Larsen]

There was something utterly amazing and transfixing about seeing a legit professional hero at work doing a training session, the way they approached it seemed like the videos she saw of them in action. There was no going through the motions, even fighting droids like these ones they took serious like a life and death struggle.

And the robots even got a few good licks in, despite Dauntless having quickness that made Johanna’s eyes strain just to keep up with what was going on.

”I should totally record this.” she’d mutter to herself.

Putting her backpack down she started rummaging through it, already figuring out how cool it would be to study the footage but also show it off to others who totally wouldn’t believe she had the chance of seeing Dauntless practice with her own eyes.

But whilst rummaging and daydreaming about her next plans, she took her eyes off the situation and just as she would look back up with camera in hand she saw that two of the training enemies had split off and were now beelining their way towards Johanna at a pace that would make it impossible for her to dodge it, or even put up a hasty shield of armour.

Bracing herself she gritted her teeth, but the hit never came as she saw the streak of lightning that completely overwhelmed her senses, and Dauntless would completely run through and demolish the androids like they were children’s toys.

”So that was the true power of Dauntless!” was the only spark that came through in her mind through all of it.

”That was… AMAZING!” she exclaimed out loud.

She got up on her feet and had to stop herself from fistpumping at someone else’s actions. The thought of sneaking into the place during an training session didn’t even cross her senses as she had stars in her eyes.

”Like I knew you were awesome from all the vids I saw, but you completely wiped the floor with those androids, like, one of those could wipe the floor with half the seniors I bet!”

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Demura Kano |

[Demura Kano]

He didn't have many fan encounters. Demura didn't have the fame of a movie star or a television star, like some other heroes, and that's how he preferred it. If he was being honest, he didn't crave the spotlight, nor want it, focusing instead on his commitments and duties as a Pro Hero. Daimao was much the same in that regard, though the man didn't actively avoid it when the situation called. His mentor handled the media with a stoic and cold professionalism that left an air of cool and mystery, enough to garner curiosity. Once Demura took the head chair of Monarch, he at first attempted to copy Daimao, before quickly finding that it just wasn't him. His preferred method now, a cool friendliness and air of confidence, was doing leagues better.

It'd also had the side effect of gathering people like this student. Or at least, he hoped she was a student. His eyes narrowed slightly as he had a slight doubt as to her affiliation, though quickly brushed the paranoia aside. "You're a student, right? I wouldn't underestimate your seniors. If someone manages to make it to the end of the heroics program, they're more than capable of taking on one of these at the max setting. It wouldn't be so one sided." He looked over towards the heap of androids, staring at them as if he'd thought they might suddenly get back up and resume their assault.

"So, seeing as how it looks like my session is over for now, let's focus on the matter at hand; you. You've made it clear you know who I am, but who are you, and what did you need? I'm assuming you were out looking for me?"

|Johanna Larsen|

[Johanna Larsen]

”I can honestly only hope that I can tank a shot from those bad boys, let alone beat them in a straight fight!” she’d gush on, perhaps spurred on by her fangirling further contrasting her perceived differences in abilities.

After all, one was a pro hero of nearly a decade, the other was Johanna the girl who spend as much time training as she did stalking cats when they were sunbathing.

Then the question turned towards her, and she had a desire to blush a little bit as they inquired who they were and what they were doing here.

”Thanks for asking, I am Johanna Larsen, I am a first year and I am studying to become a hero who can kick ass hopefully just as much as you do… My hero name is Ironclad, or at least I want it to be as soon as I can register my hero name… I also love cats, like, properly crazy I just can’t help but take a picture whenever I see a cat I haven’t seen before, I also like to give them names although they’ll probably look at me funny like ‘Hey Johanna, that isn’t my name you dumb dumb.’, but it helps me keep them apart in my own head!” she rambled.

It would honestly only take the smallest steps for Johanna to start rambling off her life if someone ever inquired.

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Demura Kano |

[Demura Kano]

 

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"It means fearless."

He couldn't hold off raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Even if she was rambling, it was easy to follow. Now that she'd said her name, he recognized it... taking a few seconds to recall it from the entrance exams. He liked her performance during it, she displayed a lot of potential, both in her abilities and as a potential hero. Her Quirk had something to do with armor, if he remembered right, which could maybe explain why she was in the gym right now. It was clear by now that she hadn't expected to see him there, which was another relief in itself. He didn't do well with obsessive fans.

"You should aim more for not getting hit in the first place. Take it from me, even if you can take, they still hurt like hell every time." He said with a slight laugh. "So Ironclad, huh? I like it. Clear. Concise. Sounds like a hero you can depend on." His gaze shifted back towards the androids briefly, before an idea blipped into his head. He still had time reserved in the room for training. There was no point in letting it go to waste. Or to pass up a learning opportunity.

"Say, Larsen, you seem like your full of energy, right? Up for a chance to go against one of these guys?" He pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the heap of droids. "I'd like a chance to get a closer look at your combat ability in a more controlled environment than a hurricane."

Johanna Larsen

JUNIER of GS + Adox