"Not worries, just measures to help prevent that from occurring." He admitted. "A lot of people don't like to admit it, but Quirks, especially ones like yours or mine, make us living weapons. Dangerous ones. When my Quirk is active, the world around me is like tissue paper. Everything is so frail and fragile, feeling like I could crush it all with just a flick." He tightened his hand into a fist once more. "You have one of the most advanced forms of control over a natural force that I've seen, and a brilliant mind to make the most out of it. You blinking out the sun just now, and the light show you put on during the demonstration were proof enough of that. As heroes we have to understand the responsibility that innately comes with these great powers."

He began to pace a circle around her, as if inspecting her. "So, let's get back to your reaction. You're right, I could have taken hostages while I was up there, but let's say, in a real situation, I did the exact same thing and ambushed you. You make a reasonable guess that my target was you, in that case, and use that to lure me away from any major population areas. A lot of confrontations with villains are sudden, unexpected impromptu encounters. Though we don't go out on patrols looking for fights, or rather we shouldn't, we still have to be prepared for anything."

"Overthinking can be just as dangerous as not-thinking at all. It leads to hesitation, a split-second opportunity missed, and lives lost. You have to be able to evaluate the situation quickly, accurately, and to then put in motion a plan of action. Let's try another scenario: Something simple, a bank robbery. You arrive late to the scene, some of the robbers are already escaping. Police are in pursuit, but you also know hostages are still inside. Do you go to pursue, or to check on the hostages within?"

|Miroru|

His head quirked to the side in curiosity at the sudden virility behind her words. Her analysis of the hypothetical situation was detailed, thorough, and accurate, far more so than what he would have expected from someone so fresh to the school. Though he supposed that with her family, it shouldn't have been that shocking. Still, he couldn't help but notice the venom dripping from her voice as she spoke about her father, and how he would have handled it. Demura had never worked directly with Incapacitor, but of course had seen plenty of the aftermath of his cases and fights. He was always quick, thorough, and to the point, according to reports. If a villain or criminal refused the first instance of surrender, he took them down, hard.

"Alright, Miroru," he said, withdrawing his fist as he crossed his arms, the energy fading from around his body and eyes. "Points for the quick analysis of the situation and forming a plan. Though you slipped up in some assumptions. Never let a criminal get close to civilians if possible. Up on the rooftops, I was isolated. But down here, there are plenty of things I could get into. Take a hostage, cause a general panic in the crowds. Second, my Quirk. There are as many abilities as there are grains of sand on a beach. Unless you have a detailed insight into someone's Quirk, always try to isolate them. For all you know, I could have been prepping to explode down here. And I don't think you can stop energy being generated by another person, right? Just natural sources?"

"And third, you've got too much on your plate. Cutting the lights, it's daytime by the way but we'll gloss over it, preventing my unknown Quirk from damaging the much closer surroundings, and trying to keep me engaged until someone else arrives? Too many holes to poke in that plan of action. Holes that people's lives can slip through if you're not careful." He signed as he looked up at the bolts still suspended. "Sometimes hitting first and hitting hard are the best options available to us. Average criminals might surrender if you show up and tell them to, but the ones we call villains, that have codenames and wear masks to hide their identities, they often don't listen. And take advantage of every hesitation on our side.
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His expression hardened somewhat as he spoke the next sentence. "Collateral damage happens far more often than any of us would like, but where we can't prevent it, we minimize it. However, we can. Incapacitor might like to do with his fists and power, but that's not the only way, as you just said. The main reason I actually made this session was so that I could see how you'd react under pressure; if you were like the rest of your family and would use the more destructive aspects of your Quirk and need to be reeled in, or if you leaned into a different side."

" You surprised me, actually.", he shrugged, "But in a good way."

|Miroru|

Ever since Demura had come to U.A., he'd begun compiling a personal file on the students under his tutelage. It was mostly notes and observations, about their personalities, histories, skills, Quirks. If someone were to read it, they'd think it was some kind of case file criminals and villains, something that he also possessed. But there was a reason for the similarities. U.A.U. drew some of the best and brightest in the country, no, the world to its doors. Young people five, ten, no twenty steps ahead of their peers in development and ability. A lot of them possessed understanding of their Quirks, or just a natural aptitude for them, that'd make them pillars of society once they graduated. Or the wrecking balls that'd bring it down. What happens when someone who can cause an earthquake with a footstep, or create a giant out of energy, gets in over their head? What happens when they panic? Lose their nerve?

He'd seen it happen a couple of times, and it was never good. Property was decimated, property was destroyed, and lives were lost. Just because someone with so much power, didn't realize the responsibility they had. One of his jobs as the school's combat instructor was to make sure not only did the next generation of heroes possess the ability to protect themselves and others in a fight, but that they also understood how to use and apply their vast skills and abilities correctly.

The Quirk Demonstration put some of this year's freshman into his sights, to keep a watchful eye on, and Rokuhane Miroru was near the top. Her family was well known for its electricity-wielding heroes, the first of which was Incapacitor. When he was younger, he looked up to the man, wanting to replicate the awe he garnered from the public and the respect he had from his peers. So reading his name on the participant list, he was interested to see firsthand the skill they were so known for. But not only was he shocked; he was blown away. Her Quirk read as manipulating the electromagnetic spectrum, so he'd assumed it was some branch ability of her family's Quirk-line, but it was far more advanced in application and use.

And far, far more destructive. He'd need a close look at her abilities, her personality in under duress. Because if she snapped on someone by mistake, or let her anger get the better of her against a conventional criminal....

Already waiting in Ground Beta for the freshman to arrive, he watched her arrive at the designated meeting point from the overwatch of a nearby building. He'd then activate his rifle, and begin taking potshots at her from his position, not directly aiming to hit her, but close enough to see how she'd react.

|Miroru|

His head turned as he heard the door open at the first arrival's approach, catching sight of the casually dressed visage of a foxlike person, holding up a tray of cookies and milk. An easy smile came to his face as he stood up and crossed the room towards them. Demura liked to keep track of the local heroes within Tokyo, it made collaborations and team-ups smoother to get through. If you knew who your partners were and what they could do, making a game plan was always so much simpler. Maelstrom, he was familiar with, mostly because her abilities reminded him of his mother's and grandfather's. In interviews, she always displayed a professionalism that he respected. She also had a couple years of experience over him as both a hero and a police officer.

"You can just call me Kano, if you want. And I usually find the more the better in these things. Keeps people from getting too grumpy. Feel free to dig in, I was just watching some of the daily news while wa-", his voice cutting as one figure, and then a second one strolled in almost seconds behind each other. Apparel and Pretender, names he recognized, if not their faces, as fairly recent to hero scene, compared to him and Maelstrom. "What, did everyone carpool? And did I miss the message saying it was casual Friday?" He pulled on the collar of his jacket, which was just one part of his hero suit, and game himself a once over as if genuinely surprised. He then snapped his fingers as if disappointed by the fact.

"More than happy to. Not doing much else with the space, honestly." He said to Apparel. "As far as being an instructor... I think it's needed. Some of the students know what they're doing, and have at least the basics down, but a lot of them don't even have that. And then you add in different mindsets, goals, philosophies, morals... kind of a mess. Not sure how it was when you two graduated, but my class were focused. Disciplined." He let out a sigh as he shook his head and transitioned out of the mood he'd put himself in.

"But what about you all? How are your careers going? Television interviews and social media can only tell so much." He asked, looking at all of them.

A brief yawn escaped Demura's lips as his eyes scanned over this week's patrol schedule for one final time, before naming the file and saving it to his desktop. The screen of his computer winked out, and the newest head of Monarch Hero Agency stood from his seat to stretch. Huh, it still felt weird to think about. This time last year, he was in America, tracking down clues about Red Claw. And now, he was back home in Japan, sitting in the seat Daimao used to sit in, doing the same tasks he'd likely done for decades. An idle thought made him wonder if he'd last that long. An optimistic one answered, no, he'd last longer.

Turning around, he gazed out the window of the office, which offered a nice view of the Tokyo skyline. even if it was broken up by the countless other skyscrapers line around them. The agency was located in the heart of Tokyo, and therefore, the heart of Japan. Hundreds of thousands passed through it's street every minute. Young, old, wise, naive, tall, short, powerful, weak. All manner of person lived in the city, worked in it, made the gears of society spin. But with the population came an underworld many would rather ignore. Crime, while not threatening to overtake the day, was still far to common. Walking down the wrong alley could cost a person at best, their wallet, and at worst, their life. And those were just the normal criminals, your average thugs. Things got more complicated once Quirk-usage became involved. Once the criminals started getting grander ideas.

But that's what they were here for. The Hero Association. To stop those ideas from coming to fruition, and to stamp out any others that might sprout in their place. And while this kind of work is what Monarch specialized in, heroes also had a multitude of other roles and duties. Crisis response, community outreach, research, and as he'd also undertaken recently, education. All important aspects of society that heroes helped maintain. But with all this going on, it'd be easy for confusion to happen, miscommunications, overlaps. Which was why it was common for heroes who operated in the same area to get together and collaborate. Throw ideas around, discuss problems, air grievances. Kind of like a book club, for justice.

"Nori, have some of the staff prepare the conference room for the meeting." He spoke to his virtual assistant, who appeared on top of his wristwatch in the form of a green-hued secretary. She nodded, then blipped away, leaving Demura to his thoughts for the moment. They usually rotated these things, the meetings being open to all who wanted to attend. This time, it was his turn, a duty which he'd taken seriously. Coffee, despite it being near noon, little sandwiches, and donuts were prepared in the conference hall, where he'd also wait as well, sitting at the long table that occupied its center, viewing the news.

This orientation was already more lively than last year's, that was for certain. From his position on the sidelines of the stage, he could glimpse a few of the new faces soon to enter the halls and eventually, his arena. Some of them looked eager. A few were unsure, timid. He couldn't get a gauge on most, this far away, with this little interaction. That'd come later, during the lessons. This would be his own sophomore year as an instructor at his alma mater, and it still felt weird to think about. While things had been shaky at first, he'd eventually found the right balance and tempo to really help the students improve and come into their own.... the ones that'd showed they'd wanted to, anyway. He'd also failed more than several, either for lack of effort, lack of drive, or to their dismay, lack of potential, at least in in Heroics. They'd still have their chances in Support, or Business.

When the chair came flying, he was more confused than anything. It wouldn't do much to Leonid, one look at the old man and anyone could tell that, but it was the fact that someone actually did it. There were more than a few detractors against hero society in general, he'd had the distinct pleasure of meeting several since rising seat of Monarch. But they often weren't bold enough to do anything public. Especially not to try to beam one of the instructors at the university's student orientation. And then came that damned projected voice he did, causing Demura to have to cover his ears or be temporarily deafened at this distance. When his ears stopped ringing the situation was wrapping up.

Taking the chance, he took to the stage alongside Leonid, though keeping to the background, away from the main podium. This way, he figured, he could get a better look and read of the crowd than he had been, and they could see one of their soon to be instructors. Just in time as well to get some of the reactions to the commotion as well.