My Avatar is the Heroine

Then, in surprise, she felt a body so soft it was almost unbelievable.

"How's that? Feel real now?"

"Yeah... cough." Yukino quickly pulled her hand back, embarrassed. "I was a guy originally, isn't this a bit much?"

She hadn't expected Hagakure-chan from the anime to be way more open in person than she'd imagined.

But earlier, when they were fighting the Monster, that girl just used her clothes to lure enemies without actually being able to join the fight. That made Yukino even more curious about why she'd enrolled.

Maybe relying on... Special Rescue Points?

"Since Su Lin's already touched her, I'm next."

"What? Hey..."

Suddenly tackled by Torhu Hagakure, Qiong tried to get up but barely had the strength to resist, helplessly facing the soft air pressing down on her.

As the girls started washing, next door in the boys' section, Mineta was already drooling with excitement, pressed against the wall eavesdropping.

"See, see? True pursuit is right on the other side of that wall. No mistake about the mixed bath timing—it's gotta be an accident. I think I heard Su Lin-chan's..."

Splash—

Iida shot up: "Mineta, stop! What you're doing is a disgraceful act that demeans both yourself and the girls."

As he spoke, Tenya Iida quickly closed in.

"Iida." Seeing Mineta about to go berserk and charge into the girls' bath, Su Lin said calmly, "I've got an idea. You can hug him with all your strength—that should rein him in for a bit."

"What?"

Su Lin's suggestion lit up Iida's eyes. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like it'd work well.

So, as Mineta's gaze gradually filled with terror, he rushed over, spread his arms, and grabbed him tight.

"Mineta, I won't allow you to defile the girls."

"Aaaah, help, help! No, aaaah..." Mineta screamed, but his pitiful little body could only be crushed by the other's powerful muscles, unable to crawl over anymore.

"Iida, he's handy." Su Lin remarked.

Just when she thought Mineta would back off, the moment Iida let him go, the guy cackled and used his Pop Off to climb the high wall, aiming to sneak a peek at the girls.

Then... tragically, he got knocked down by the same boy who'd punched Midoriya in the crotch earlier.

From what Yukino knew of him, the kid's name was Kota. When he was young, his hero parents died on a mission, filling him with disgust for the hero profession.

From Yukino's standpoint, Kota's change wasn't hard to understand. Losing both parents was just too cruel a blow for a child.

The next morning at 6:30, the sky was barely light.

The Class A students, dragged out of bed early, yawned painfully, looking like they hadn't woken up at all.

"Good morning, everyone. Today officially starts the intensive camp. The goal is to strengthen all your Quirks and earn your provisional licenses. This is necessary preparation to counter the increasingly obvious hostility."

With that, Shota Aizawa tossed a ball far out to Bakugo: "Bakugo, give this a throw."

"Ha, a fitness test?"

"Your record on entrance was 706 meters. Let's see how much you've improved."

So Bakugo calmly walked to the open area, roared "Go to hell," and hurled the ball.

Its terrifying initial speed kicked up a gust of wind, and with the blast's power, it vanished like a cannonball.

"After all this time, Bakugo's Quirk must've gotten a lot stronger, right?"

"Maybe he can hit 1000 meters?"

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Shota Aizawa calmly raised the measuring device and showed the final result.

"709 meters."

"What?" Bakugo froze, as if struck down.

"As you can see, after three months of experiences, your spirit and technique have grown, but your Quirks have barely changed. So from today, we're training your Quirks..." Aizawa flashed a demonic grin. "It'll be so hard it's despairing. Don't you dare die."

"What?"

"Ah, well, my Quirk's actually been growing all along—more and more clones, and I've never stopped training." Yukino patted her forehead.

"Su Lin can just keep doing what she's doing." Aizawa glanced at her, unable to find any fault.

In truth, the real purpose of this Forest Camp Training was to train everyone's Quirks.

The instructors were the four heroes of the Pussycats, including the American Shorthair with the Earth Flow Quirk, Mandalay with telepathy, Pixie-Bob with the Search Quirk, and Tiger, whose Quirk was Soft Body.

By the way, Tiger was probably the only male among them, loved to throw his weight around, was all muscle, and wore... women's clothing.

And so, a crazily intense Quirk training session began, making Class B, who saw it from a distance, shudder in horror.

Class B started their own hellish training too.

After a whole day of torment, everyone gathered and cooked a delicious pot of curry rice.

Since Yukino's time was up, only Qiong and Mashiro could eat with the main body, but in this setting, Su Lin didn't dare casually summon Mashiro.

As soon as he sat down, the Tsuyu across from him let out a "kero" and said with a hint of shyness, "Onii-chan?"

"Huh?" Both the void and the original froze.

"So Su Lin's tastes are quite unique."

"..."

---Break---

pS: Wrote this chapter after a few hours of sleep, lol.

Chapter 84: Attack

Forest Camp Training, Day 3, Afternoon.

Su Lin stood in the pitch-black cave with a strange expression, back against the wall, and asked in confusion, "Why did you call me out to a place like this?"

Fumikage Tokoyami, standing before him, said with utmost seriousness, "You should know."

"I should know?"

Facing this crow-headed guy, Su Lin recalled his last experience with the Maid Manager and inexplicably developed some psychological shadow.

Especially now, with him also leaning against the wall.

But thankfully, Tokoyami wouldn't do anything that absurd: "I hope you can spar with me, using that clone that can unleash dark power."

"Spar?" Su Lin thought it over and shook his head. "That clone's summon time is too short. I'd rather save her for emergencies."

Considering that the Villain Alliance would likely attack tonight, Su Lin didn't dare waste the clone's time casually and preferred to use her at night.

"How about this: use the clone to practice with me at night. For now, I'll at most use Yukino."

"That works."

So, with no other choice, Su Lin's body slowly transformed into a girl in a sailor skirt.

Her skin was so fair that in this dark environment, every detail—her delicate features, slender neck, and the small stretch of snowy absolute territory between her black stockings and skirt—became strikingly eye-catching.

White, utterly bloodless.

But Yukino still felt at ease with Fumikage Tokoyami.

Back during the Cavalry Battle, when she was sitting right on his hand, this guy was gentlemanly enough not to even glance. That took a level of restraint most guys couldn't muster—others would've likely pulled some sneaky moves.

"In this darkness, my Dark Shadow is already far stronger. That's unfair to you, so I'll hold back."

"Whatever you say." Yukino muttered, silently clenching her fists, ready to fight.

Her arm strength was now roughly 300 kilograms, and her legs measured 450 kilograms. With a burst, she could triple that impact force.

That meant a punch packed 0.9 tons of force, or a kick at 1.35 tons.

But against Fumikage Tokoyami's Dark Shadow, it still seemed far from enough, especially in this pitch-black cave.

The next moment, as the dark shadow surged in, Yukino threw a punch. Her arm hit something like steel rebar, and with a clang, she was knocked back.

Of course, the Dark Shadow also felt the massive recoil and retreated slightly.

"Unbelievable." The other was stunned by the power hidden in Yukino's petite frame.

It seemed her combat ability had improved a lot since the Sports Festival.

"Tokoyami." Yukino took a deep breath. "Your weakness is close combat, right?"

Fumikage Tokoyami paused, then nodded gravely.

"So why don't you attach Dark Shadow to your body, merging its arms with your hands?"

Tokoyami's eyes lit up, and he immediately controlled Dark Shadow to do just that.

"Right. From here, just master it. Fight me with all your strength. Don't hold back just because you think I'm a girl. I—"

"Are you a masochist?" Dark Shadow suddenly asked.

"I—" Yukino's words caught in her throat. After seven or eight seconds, she took a deep, deep breath and said, "No."

Anyway, the daytime training with Tokoyami passed quickly.

Night fell, and the test of courage began.

Yukino, who had canceled one summon earlier, still had two hours of use left.

She yawned, watching wave after wave of Class A students head into the forest for the test of courage, and sat idly on the grass.

Taking off her shoes, she reached down to rub her foot, which she had deliberately cut earlier, a conflicted expression on her face.

Lately, she'd been so obsessed with training that she'd taken to giving herself a few sharp jolts for stimulation. As a result, both teachers and students had started looking at her a bit oddly.

She felt her image in others' eyes slowly crumbling.

"I should just train alone from now on. Otherwise, people will really start misunderstanding me."

She reached down and touched her thigh beneath the black stockings. A sensitive jolt shot through her mind, and Yukino let out a light gasp, while her original body shamefully reacted as well.

"Looks like no one's noticed me."

A little guilty, but from the main body's perspective, that moan just now really did sound good.

"Mm~ maybe I'll just moan for myself to hear?"

An irrepressible thought crossed her mind. She deliberately let the main body draw close, then tilted her head up and let out a soft breath right by his ear.

After who knows how long, a faint smell of something burning drifted over from somewhere.

Yukino, who had been playing by herself, snapped to attention, instantly merged with the main body, and lifted her head warily.

"What's that smell?"

The moment she spoke, Iida, not far away, pointed into the distance and said, "Look over there—black smoke. Is there a fire?"

Just as everyone's doubts arose, the American Shorthair, who had been standing still, suddenly let out a scream as she was yanked away by some force.

Boom!

With a loud crash, a giant object, a good 20 centimeters thick, slammed down like a hammer on wood, pressing hard against her head.

"House cats are such a nuisance." The man sneered, standing beside another figure carrying two crossed swords, dressed similarly to the Hero Killer but looking more like a Ninja Turtle.

"American Shorthair!" Midoriya lunged forward to save the green cat, but Tiger blocked him.

"Don't go. This is bad."

"Greetings, everyone from U.A. High. We are the Villain Alliance Special Raid Team." The Turtle Bros across from them spread their arms and laughed. "The Raid Team?"

Yukino, who had been sitting on the ground hugging her knees, stood up gloomily, brushed the nonexistent dust off her skirt, and felt helpless inside.

This was the downside of binge-watching anime—she couldn't remember the details. She knew roughly that the Villain Alliance would attack around this time, but the specifics had long since slipped her mind.

Still, that was fine. At least for this, she'd act freely.

"Hey, there's even a little girl hiding in the grass over there." The man with the giant club licked his lips, his eyes landing on the silent Yukino. "Once I make this cat's head bloom, you're next."