A Blow to the Back of the Head
While the group of thugs were still reeling from the dizzying sensation, Uraraka Shige and Ochaco abandoned their plan to continue searching for their father and mother, and quickly turned around and ran back home.
As for the reason, it is nothing more than what Uraraka Shige said.
"If we go to our parents now, those thugs who got hurt will definitely come after us after a while. Wouldn't that just cause more trouble for Father and Mother?"
In other words, in order not to cause any Ochaco trouble for their already Uraraka Shige and busy parents, Uraraka Shige and Ochaco changed their minds and returned home to wait patiently for their parents to come home. They would deal with any issues later.
However, this idea wasn't wrong; in fact, it could be said to be quite correct. But what the two of them didn't know was that a sneaky, dwarf-like figure had already infiltrated their home. This caused them to lower their guard considerably when Uraraka Shige the key to open the front door and returned home.
This led to the situation where, when the man, who appeared to be a dwarf, quietly crept to the side of the sofa and struck Uraraka Shige hard on the back of the head with a long, thin wooden stick he had somehow acquired, Uraraka Shige made no attempt to dodge. The blow was so forceful that his vision went black, he saw stars, and a large, swollen bump appeared on the back of his head where the stick had struck him, with blood still seeping out.
"Shige!"
Ochaco, sensing something amiss, blurted out the name "Uraraka Shige" with great anxiety and worry.
However, the back of the head is one of the most vulnerable parts of a human body. Even though, under the influence of her 'Quirk,' Uraraka Shige's physique had an overwhelming advantage over other children her age, she still briefly lost control of her body at this moment. After struggling for a while as if convulsing, she finally collapsed onto the sofa in vain, only able to try her best to stay conscious so that she wouldn't be completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.
After Uraraka Shige onto the sofa, Ochaco quickly discovered the person who had sneaked into the house and attacked Uraraka Shige with a wooden stick in her hand.
He was a very cautious fellow.
A black, opaque square scarf covered her mouth and nose like a mask. On her head was a rough but very dense black woolen hat, the kind worn in winter for warmth. She wore black leather gloves, the kind women wear. Although her clothes were wrinkled, they were tucked in well, leaving almost no gaps. Even her shoes, which were hidden by the sofa and not visible to Ochaco, were covered with black shoe covers.
In short, he was a guy who had no intention of speaking and, just by looking at him, gave the impression of a bad guy with ulterior motives.
This man, who appeared to be a dwarf, stared intently at Ochaco without uttering a word. His rectangular wooden stick came crashing down on Ochaco's skull, producing the whistling sound of a blunt weapon piercing the air.
"Who are you!"
Ochaco's tone turned fierce, and she shouted it out. Although her voice still had a hint of immaturity, one could still feel her undisguised anger and firm determination.
"Why did you hurt Shige! Why did you sneak into our house!"
While roaring at the indistinct figure like a wounded animal, Ochaco quickly jumped back a small step, dodging the attack from the seemingly dwarf-like creature.
However, this guy who broke into the house and even took advantage of the two of them to suddenly hit Uraraka Shige with a stick seemed to have anticipated Ochaco's reaction. The stick, which looked like a chair leg that had been removed from a chair, was thrown halfway through the air. He twisted his wrist and forcibly changed its trajectory, swinging it straight at Uraraka Shige was already lying on the sofa.
Snap
In the next moment, Ochaco, who had activated her Quirk to propel herself forward quickly in order to protect Uraraka Shige, suddenly stretched out her hands and forcibly used her Quirk to intercept the wooden stick that looked like a chair leg that had been removed from some seat.
However, it still produced a crisp 'snap' sound, like a blunt object striking the palm.
"Ah!"
And the involuntary cry of pain from Ochaco, whose palm was struck by the stick.
Uraraka Shige, who was lying on the sofa, naturally heard the two voices as well. He understood what the two voices represented and meant, and anger began to rise in his heart, making his consciousness clearer and more focused. However, he was still unable to regain his ability to move.
"This feeling of helplessness!"
Uraraka Shige repeated this sentence over and over in his heart, savoring the resentment in his heart again and again, and then the anger surging in his heart became more and more intense.
While Uraraka Shige lay quietly on the sofa as if unconscious, the battle between Ochaco and the man who appeared to be a dwarf who had broken into their home and attacked them continued.
The man who appeared to be a dwarf seemed to have undergone some training. He didn't do anything useless or unnecessary after his weapon was taken from him. Instead, he quickly took the opportunity to move around and go directly from the side of the sofa closest to Uraraka Shige to the front of the sofa, where he was almost face-to-face with Ochaco.
However, this guy seemed to know something about Ochaco's 'Quirk'. Instead of engaging in a cautious fight with Ochaco, he casually picked up a water glass from the coffee table in front of the sofa and threw it straight at Ochaco. The warm water that spilled from the glass slightly obscured Ochaco's vision.
However, this guy's understanding of Ochaco was obviously very limited; at least he didn't know that Uraraka Shige and Ochaco often used their 'Quirk' to engage in pillow fights and other throwing games.
So, as Ochaco squinted and caught the water glass he threw with one hand, using her 'Quirk' to put the glass into Zero Gravity, and then threw it back at the head of the seemingly dwarf, the seemingly dwarf, still holding onto the wooden stick in one hand, used it as leverage to turn sideways, dangling one leg in the air, and kicking Ochaco in the waist and abdomen. He had absolutely no chance to dodge the water glass.
Finally, as he could only lean back slightly, the water glass that Ochaco threw back hit him squarely in the chin.
Then, because he was only standing on one leg and because of the warm water that had spilled from the cup onto the ground, he grabbed the wooden stick in his hand and fell hard on his bottom, instinctively letting out a childish cry of pain.