Field Training
@kapow-magneta
Miho’s first training lesson was on a Thursday afternoon, when all of her other classmates had already finished their lessons and were ready to enjoy themselves for the rest of the day. It wasn’t promising to be a particularly fun class. The teacher, thank god Miho didn’t have to deal with him thus far, had a reputation for being overly strict, training students until they fainted and for punishing anyone who failed to keep up with his gruesome exercises by giving them even more work to do!
Although these rumours weren’t quite true, Michael never did anything to refute them for it greatly helped upholding the discipline in his courses.
He awaited his new student on the training field outside, actually quite excited about the prospect of having special quirk training with someone who has an ability so similar to his own. Yet when Miho arrive he hid his childish excitement under a neutral, somewhat judging expression. Standing straight like a soldier, arms intertwined behind his back, he greeted her with a short nod.
“You must be Miho. It is good to meet you.” As Michael started speaking to her in English a scrawny, somewhat afraid looking student from the Gen-Ed courses translated it to Japanese. Michi had personally requested for the teen to be there, even paid him for it, as he did not want the language barrier to cause them any misunderstanding between them.
“You can just call me sensei.” Michi explained, not in the mood to have his last name butchered again. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”
