MHA : We Are Venom

Izuku's entire wardrobe was covered in sweat, and every breath he made felt like someone had jabbed a knife into both of his lungs.

It had been a long time since Izuku had just run himself ragged. Not since before he discovered his quirk. Back in his old training grounds, he had never actually managed to push his running capacity to the limit.

Oh, he had run fast, as fast as could manage to, but he had never actually put how long he could run to the absolute test before.

He should probably have stopped long before he did. But the adrenaline had been pumping through his veins, keeping him going, downplaying any pain or strain he might have felt as he pushed himself to beyond his limits.

His quirk, in turn, had done the same, Enjoyment of the moment ringing through his mind.

All had gone fine. So long as he kept running. Then he had stopped to take a break for lunch, and the adrenaline had worn off. Leaving him as he was now. Lying flat on his back, holding his burning lungs.

Every breath was pain. Knives in his sides gouging out his lungs.

It took roughly 15 minutes before his lungs went back to normal and the pain lessened into just a deep ache.

Okay, so another lesson learned. Adrenaline could keep him going through a lot of pain, but the moment it was gone, that pain would hit him like a truck.

At least… At least it wasn't an actual injury like with his foot. It hurt like hell itself, but he hadn't actually been damaged. Just a quick rest, some food and he would be back on his feet to train more.

He had to train more, far, far more. And when it came down to it, this was what training was all about, pushing oneself to the limit and beyond.

Next, he would do long jumps for 4 hours, and after that… Actually, he would do jumps for the rest of the day. The only way he was ever going to master landing, was if he jumped again and again and again until he instinctually mastered landing on his feet.

He would avoid any ravines though. He had discovered several, not too different than the one he had fallen down over a week ago.

This place in the wilderness was in many ways just the old training ground writ large. It was a massive forest, but whereas the old place had been clearly well-trodden and well-visited during day time, this place was true wilderness.

It was perfect for them to train and master what they could do.

And he would not make the same mistake as last time. Any mistake he made, he would learn from, and make sure not to repeat.

He would not have another horrible accident as a result of his own stupid decision.

And he was right. During the remainder of his time here, he would not suffer any major injuries as a result of mistakes in his training.

However, not all injuries came as a mistake on his own part. As the Izuku would learn on his 8th month of training here.

...

The winds were blowing hard, and cold. Though the frost was obvious, no snow covered the ground, a result of rain having cleared it away last week. All in all, it had been a miserable new year for pretty much everyone.

Not for him though.

Stick had been right when he said that even a small passive resistance to cold made all the difference in winter.

Winter was a time Izuku had always been a fan off, but generally only if he was dressed in a heavy winters coat.

Now though, he was dressed in his usual attire for training. A set of training clothes so worn after months and months of training that they had any color anymore whatsoever.

The cold did not bother him. Which was good, because he only had a couple of more sessions left to train before it was time to see how far he'd come.

The specter of the Yuei entrance exams loomed through Izuku's mind, like a shadow from a tower.

He was mixed in how to feel about it. On one hand, he felt confident in his level of control. It had taken him well over a half year of training to really begin to master the simple act of control.

But it had all been worth it.

Punching especially had been a challenge, and he kept doing it every single day. But he had gotten control there too.

His mastery of what he could do did not worry Izuku.

The problem was his limits.

When he started out, Izuku had assumed that he could become stronger simply by training, really, really hard. It hadn't worked.

It wasn't before two months ago, that he had finally accepted it, after pushing himself to the absolute limit once again and comparing himself to how he had been starting out.

While the results were a bit different, that probably had more to do with the fact he had originally done the recordings while training in sand.

It made sense though. After all, his powers weren't a basic strength quirk. He got his powers from the being he had spawned.

He was an idiot for not realizing that sooner. No matter how hard he pushed his body, he wasn't going to increase his actual strength that way.

That wasn't how his powers worked.

The real problem was that he hadn't been able to find any other way to boost his strength.

His quirk for his part had grown more docile as of late. The actual emotions he sent into his mind had become much stronger, but the times he actually did had decreased to the point he could go days without feeling it.

He didn't understand it at all. If there was one true failure on his part, it was the fact he hadn't been able to figure out anything with the quirk himself. He had not been able to find a way to communicate with it, which was really bad.

Right now though, he didn't think about any of that. He just did a regular day of training. He justified it as keeping himself in shape until the entrance exams came, but the truth was that he didn't know what else to do.

So he trained, fine-tuning his control as best he could.

Like with the old forest, Izuku had learned a lot about this place in his time here.

He had learned the hills, the ravines, the rivers. He'd meet 4 bears in this place, none of whom he had had any problems outrunning, or see coming thanks to his quirk.

He'd also seen various oddities. People who had used their quirks to carve stuff into the rock, an old crashed plane overgrown with plant life, and a field that was strangely kept well cut at all times, and had a road leading to it.

Of these oddities, Izuku had wondered the least about the field with the trimmed grass. Mayhaps because it was the most mundane of the mysteries, he had just ignored it and assumed someone just kept it well-trimmed to use it for something.

He wasn't far off with that assumption.

It was as he was running past the small field, that someone teleported right into the middle of it.

Izuku froze and just stared at the person, a woman with long hair and upraised arms, her hands glowing with a purple light.

Izuku stared at her, the woman's back towards him as she muttered something he couldn't hear.

His eyes went down to her waist, where she had a holstered gun in her belt.

DANGER

He didn't need to feel his quirk scream the feelings of absolute danger and vulnerability into his mind, but it certainly didn't hurt in regards to him making his next decision. As he threw himself behind a tree, the last thing he saw of the field, was several other people materializing from nothing, in flashes of purple energy.

As he clung himself up against the wood, making sure no part of him stuck out, he began to breathe heavily, before forcing a hand over his mouth.

He didn't know who these people were, but carrying guns meant they were one of two broader categories. Either they were policemen or the national defense force. Or they were criminals. Which given they had just teleported into a field with a quirk user, was a pretty sure bet. Either way, he DID Not want to be discovered by them.

"" An annoyed tone, deep and loud, spoke in English. Izuku wasn't well enough versed in the various forms of English to recognize the accent, but he had watched enough English movies to know it wasn't from the USA or England.

""

This voice was way less deep, though it had the same unknown accent.

""

To his horror, Izuku began to hear footsteps as the men began to walk around, and at least one guy was heading in his direction!

Panic, sheer panic gripped him for a moment. He had to run, to bolt, to move, if he stayed here he'd be discovered!

His quirk, suddenly and without warning, slid out from his shirt and began to quickly cover his entire body.

What the hell was it doing now? This time, somehow the black liquid did not actually hinder his sight. In fact, his eyes felt… well, weird was the best way to put it.

Still, this new shock did nothing to dampen his fears. At least not until he saw that the liquid began to turn him transparent.

Because that was a thing it could do.

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