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In Unohana's office, the atmosphere was calm.
Unohana and Isane were more at ease now that the arrival of the new students was approaching. Compared to the chaos happening in other departments, the medical wing felt almost peaceful.
Unohana rarely attended standard classes despite holding the title of medic teacher. She functioned primarily as a school medic, much like the elderly woman currently visiting her office.
The woman sitting across from her was none other than Chiyo Shuzenji, widely known as Recovery Girl.
Authority: Genetics
Category: Quirk
Epithet: Heal
She was a short elderly woman who walked with a cane shaped like a syringe. A white lab coat draped over her small frame, and her hair was styled into a neat bun resembling a syringe tip.
She was famous for handing out gummies and candies to patients after treatment, helping them replenish the stamina lost during healing.
Recovery Girl was the school nurse and a licensed Pro Hero. Despite her frail appearance, she was deeply respectedāsometimes fearedāby both students and staff. Even All Might treated her with caution due to her strict stance on reckless behavior.
Her Quirk, Heal, allowed her to exponentially accelerate the human body's natural healing process with a kiss.
But there was a price.
Her ability consumed the patient's own life energy to fuel recovery. If the injured person lacked sufficient stamina, the healing could become fatal. That was why she frequently ordered students to restāor, in severe cases, relied on surgery instead.
Both she and Unohana were renowned for their healing capabilities and medical knowledge.
Recovery Girl knew exactly who Unohana was. In fact, she had helped her apply to U.A. years ago. She had seen the potential in Unohana's abilityāthe potential to save lives instead of destroy them.
That was why she had insisted Unohana become one of U.A.'s teachers.
Recovery Girl adjusted her glasses slightly and looked at her.
"Retsuā¦ is it true? You've finally found someone you can be with? That's quite surprising."
Unohana met her gaze calmly.
"It happened," she replied softly. "And I don't regret anything."
Chiyo exhaled and gave her a small, knowing smile.
"Then I'll pray for your happiness."
She knew what kind of woman Unohana was.
She also knew what Unohana had once searched for.
Her eyes then shifted toward Isane, who was quietly working at the computer nearby.
"Did Isane-chan give her approval?"
Unohana nodded.
"Yes. It seems we both feel the same."
Chiyo coughed sharply.
"What? Are you two really that crazy?"
She shook her head, muttering under her breath.
"This is unbelievableā¦"
But when she remembered that Isane was Unohana's adopted daughter, the tension in the room eased slightly.
"Well," Chiyo added at last, "I suppose I don't have the right to stop you."
Unohana simply smiled.
What she was thinking remained hidden behind that serene expression.
After all, she had been selected as one of Maki's personal instructors under the Latros Curriculum.
It was unlikely she would teach him anything purely academic.
Combat training, perhaps.
What might later be called a date.
Or even a honeymoon.
"Try not to die, Makiā¦" Mrs.cameraman murmured quietly to herself.
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Meanwhile, the subject of their bizarre conversation had no idea he was being discussed.
Maki remained in the basement parking lot of the condo, still alone.
Still experimenting.
He had already created various fruits, vegetables, and ingredients from objects around him. There was no denying it now.
This Silver-tier reward was exactly what he needed.
He summoned another item from his system inventory.
A Marine cap he had obtained from one of his draws.
He stared at it thoughtfully.
Could he transform items he had drawn from the system as well?
He gripped the small knife and prepared to slice the cap.
Thenā
CrAaaaaaAaaaAaaaeeeeEeeEeek.
A sharp, eerie cracking sound echoed through the space.
Maki froze.
He turned around quickly.
There was nothing.
He stood up from where he had been sitting and scanned the dim basement. Concrete pillars. Flickering fluorescent lights.
No visible damage.
No broken glass.
But he had heard it clearly.
It sounded like glass being forced to crack under immense pressure.
His crimson eyes swept across the empty parking lot.
CrAaaAaAAAAaaaaak.
The noise grew louder.
This time, he identified the direction.
The entrance.
He slowly turned his head toward the parking lot exit.
The sound was coming from outside.
He stared at the dark opening.
Thenā
ZAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAZAAAAAAAGAAAAAAATAAAAAARAAAAGGH.
A loud, furious voice exploded through the air.
It echoed from the entrance and seemed to reverberate directly inside his mind.
Maki's eyebrows lifted slightly.
That wasn't just shouting.
There was something else layered beneath it.
Something distorted.
Something ancient.
He whispered to himself.
"Freeā¦ dom?"
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