For being a hero, she knew shockingly little about him. Usually she was well-read and researched on most heroes she came across months or years before she ever saw them, but not Lawbringer. She had a vague sense of who he was, she had heard a few rumors here and there, read some English articles online about him, and he did seem familiar somehow. However, all of that was just what other people said, or who they claimed he was. She needed to meet him herself to get a good look at the hero Lawbringer.

As someone who had a strict upbringing she was a little taken aback by his request to drop the honorifics. For a moment she forgot that not every culture on Earth was so preoccupied with titles and formalities. She tried and failed miserably to repeat Mr. Deveraux in her head, and Max seemed too formal. ''Duly noted, Lawbringer.'' She was as serious and tense as ever, not to slight him, but just because she was a very stoic person. A glance at his desk told her he had a lot of paperwork to get through, but she didn't comment on it. ''Not at all, I will accompany you to the fields.'' She stepped aside to let him take the lead, before following him out the door.

''Lawbringer.'' She started up, she was terrible with people, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to get a conversation going. ''May I ask, why did you come to Japan? What compelled you to travel?''

Lawbringer

A failure.

She had struggled during the hostage rescue exercise, she couldn't defeat Stronghold at the Beta Blitz and she even came up short at the Sports Festival. After all this time she thought she was finally starting to improve, she was finally regaining her confidence enough to go for her provisional license, only to fail miserably. She was stood out in the hallway waiting while some UAU staff was talking through everything that had happened without her. She couldn't possibly know what they were talking about, but she didn't spare it many thoughts either. She was too preoccupied being angry with herself, running the events back in her head again and again. Where had she failed? How many missteps had she made? What was she going to tell her parents?

...Could it be that she wasn't worthy of the name Paragon?

She looked down at her hand. She had been training harder lately, harder than ever before, but her quirk hadn't gotten any stronger from it. Had her armor rejected her fully? What was it that she lacked? Why could people like Ylva Riis, vulgar brutes who held little to no respect for the people around them improve so much over her in the same timespan? She felt like punching the wall, but she resisted, held back her emotions like she always did. Unable to fully express them. Taking a deep breath she only straightened up her back once the door opened. ''Lawbringer-sensei.'' She stood at attention as if she was a soldier, or a noble knight. She couldn't let any of her frustrations show, she couldn't afford to show weakness now, not here. ''I was told to seek you out.'' She paused for a moment before bowing her head. ''I'm Masao Ando, a third year support student and the eldest of the Ando family.''

Lawbringer

She narrowed her eyes a bit at Jun. ''I appreciate the compliment, Kanjo-san, but I somehow doubt that.'' It wasn't exactly her looks she was worried about, but if she really had to get into it, she didn't know the first thing about being a woman. She didn't know what kind of dress looked good on her, didn't know how to apply her makeup beyond the basic stuff. She didn't know how to walk in high heels, or what girls usually even talked about. That wasn't getting into the fact that she had a man's name, she was expected to take over the family business as a man even though she wasn't and to top it all off, she wasn't good with people either! Her? Get a boyfriend? Preposterous, ridiculous. Jun didn't know her as well as she knew herself. She didn't see all the ways that she was flawed... She didn't see all the ways she felt weird, or out of touch with her emotions. Not because she wanted to be cool, but because it was genuinely hard for her to express them as well as other people. She took a deep breath. ''Besides, I'm too tall.'' She turned her head away from Jun in embarrassment.

''See, that was exactly what I was getting at. You have your painting and your taters. I have my training and my weapons. I'm too busy with that too.'' She gave a casual shrug. ''We aree the same, you and I.'' They totally weren't, but she wasn't about to look like a fool over Jun's silly antics and questions. ''Is that your roommate? Duly noted.'' She wondered why Jun stopped at the door, but didn't say anything. Despite being a bit of a wreck herself, at least Jun was actually having fun and not freaking out while feeling numb, or anything else she could be feeling. ''Fate? Your fate is your own, surely, I cannot affect or decide that one for you. Unless you mean Fate as in a book, or a movie, in which case no I haven't the faintest what you are talking about.'' She followed after Jun.

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For once Ylva was making some amount of sense, but she hardly had time to think about that when Gen was pushing her buttons. She couldn't stand the way he conducted himself. It was almost as if he derived pleasure from annoying people and putting others down, as if he did all this just for fun. How could someone like him ever become a fully fledged hero? Instead of coming up with some kind of witty comeback in the mere seconds that was left before the games begun, she instead just resigned to giving him an angry glare. The type of glare that let him know that he had made her shit list, although he was probably already aware of that.

Almost within record time Ylva, brutish as she was had taken out another team. Easy for her to encourage everyone else to have a good offense when her quirk was built for it. Someone like herself, summoning a suit of armor? She didn't have the range, she didn't have the speed. At best, she could tank blows and that was probably going to be her role in this hellish obstacle course. Handing Ylva the bomb, they were all set to continue. Of course Gen had to chime in with his abhorrent commentary too. ''Kurokami-san, focus on the task at hand!'' She scolded him for his condescending comments against the losing team.

Was he serious? Was he really leaving them behind to take care of the bomb and climb the rock wall? She would have shouted at him again if she had the time, but they were on the clock. ''Riis-san, make sure to pass that bomb before you drop it!'' She glanced over at her teammate briefly as she started climbing. ''Kanjo-san, careful!'' She didn't see what it was, but some kind of quirk attack knocked some rocks loose and for a second there she almost thought Jun was going to fall down. She blinked her eyes when Jun called her Saber. ''It's Ando!'' She called out just as she was helped up by being flung. She hated having to rely on the likes of Ylva and Gen. Two of the biggest scumbags, they could backstab the team at any moment and there was nothing she could do about it. ''Think you can do that, Kurokami-san? Help someone for once in your life?'' Her eyes were filled with just as much spite as the tone in her voice, but she would be damned if they failed this exercise because of her. Once at the top she would accept the bomb back, before passing it to Gen. This way, it had already passed through everyone's hands once. ''A bridge?'' She panted, looking at the next obstacle that awaited them.

Seeing as it was a log bridge suspended over a mud pit she immediately knew that her quirk would be useless here. A suit of armor that made her heavier? She was bound to crash through or slip off the bridge if she wasn't careful. ''Let's be careful about this, the two fastest people should cross first.'' She looked at the others, well aware that wasn't her, but ready to follow whatever plan the others might come up with. Anything to succeed.

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For as tough as he looked, he was surprisingly humble. Looks could be awfully deceiving, not that he looked, or like he had bad intentions, but she would have thought someone like him might have been eager to accept compliments about his skill, not downplay himself. It was a welcome surprise, Enma Arashi was growing more and more interesting by the minute. She smirked, a rarity for someone like her. ''Your finesse with the blade will speak for itself I'm sure.'' She was used to always being the most tense person in the room, but something about his reaction made her feel at ease.

She listened intently when he finally pulled back the curtain on the question he had asked her. It seemed so obvious in hindsight and she felt a bit embarrassed for not having touched on that in her own response. ''I see. That was an insightful response, Arashi-san. You have convinced me through words alone that you do not carry a sword merely because it's some passing interest you have picked up along the way. You have thought much deeper on the implications of what it means to be an armed hero.'' She paused, glancing down at the floor for a moment as she considered whether she should say anymore. ''My objective is to make the best weapons that this world has ever seen, but that is just step one of my plan. With my blades in the hands of the right people, peace and justice can be brought to this world, and all blades that are in the hands of villains will be seized for the sake of the greater good. That is why I too, train to wield a weapon. The blood is on my hands as much as my client's, but I need to be there on the front lines.''

And who was to say Enma Arashi couldn't be one such person? The deal seemed beneficial to her. If she gave her blade to a complete amateur she would hardly be able to get any helpful data back, but someone who was trained on the other hand? He could become her most promising customer yet. For Enma, he would receive a top of the line sword, the best that she could offer, all for the low price of nothing. His response puzzled her, did his quirk affect swords? ''How so?'' What a fascinating twist of fate. If anything, it made her more eager to craft something for him. ''This is related to your powers?'' She looked down at Raiju, then smirked and bowed her head politely. ''The honor is all mine. If I can make something that is befitting of your power, to find a suitable wielder for a sword, it's a weaponsmith's greatest pleasure.''

enma

''There is no need to be so formal.'' She put on the tiniest of smirks to appear more casual, but to most people her expression hardly changed. ''I simply felt it necessary to provide you with the proper context pertaining to my request.'' She was even a little surprised that he was so formal, most students were a lot more lax about it. Ylva Riis could learn a thing or two or hundred from Enma Arashi. ''I see.'' Her eyes lit up a bit, now this was a rarity. ''Weapons hold significance in your family too, perhaps for much longer than it has in mine. What a pleasant surprise, I did not expect to come across an expert by happenstance.''

It wasn't uncommon for her to be ridiculed by the occasional comment that swords, spears, axes, they were all archaic and relics of the past. People who believed that weapons forged from steel couldn't possibly match up to guns, bombs or vehicles. To meet someone such as Enma, someone who much like herself was dedicated to the weapons of old wasn't something she saw every day. In a way, even though they had just met, it made campus feel a little smaller, in a good way. ''What it means to make a katana?'' She blinked her eyes and pondered the question for a moment. ''I have made countless weapons. I was being brought into the workshop before I was old enough to walk. Making weapons is a serious matter, each one of them has a soul and a story.'' Or at least that was what her parents had instilled in her. ''I'm curious about the answer you were looking for. What does it mean?'' She waited patiently for his answer, curious to hear the essence of his truth.

''Actually, seeing as you are familiar with swords, Arashi-san, I would like to make one more request of you.'' She bowed her head politely. ''If you could test this sword, this new model that I'm making, I would be in your debt.'' She would star to collect the papers. ''Naturally, you would get to keep it too, should it spark your interest.''

enma

This one didn't waste any time. Perfect, if his manner of speech was always this efficient then she would surely get a satisfactory answer out of him. ''Arashi-san.'' She didn't recognize him, he probably wasn't the type to go looking for attention. ''As you can no doubt see, I am in the middle of a project.'' She gestured at the various papers and schematics around them. ''A weapon series, robust and flexible enough to cut it in the line of hero work. Mere guns or bombs will pale in comparison to these blades.''

She couldn't help but notice the wrapped Raiju on his back, but she didn't say anything. ''Forgive me for not providing you with the proper context.'' She bowed her head gracefully. ''The Ando name is intrinsically tied to heroism and weapon making. We've been a family of weaponsmiths and heroes since the very genesis of the Heroes Association, hence my current field of study.'' She picked up a schematic, a rough sketch for a katana with a fiery red blade and handed it to Enma. ''Put simply, what are your thoughts on the design? Don't hold back, say anything that comes to mind. I can't help but notice that you appear to already be familiar with blades yourself too.'' She glanced at Raiju once more.

She gave him some time to look over the schematics while she started cleaning up and gathering all the papers she had scattered on one of the desks. ''The materials required to create the weapons will be arriving next week. As you can imagine that makes my rather spontaneous request quite urgent in nature.''

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