Ch92- Momo and Mirko

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While Mokami was focusing on capturing one mad villain, Momo was regretting listening to Mokami. Returning to the evening she arrived…

Momo arrived at Mirko's villa, excited for the week-long internship that awaited her. Mirko greeted her at the door, her muscular arms crossed over her chest as she looked her up and down.

"Welcome, kid. You're early, but that's good. Let's get you started," She said, leading Momo through the villa.

As they walked, Mirko showed her the different areas of the villa. She pointed out where Momo would be sleeping, where the kitchen and bathroom were, and even showed her the gym and outside training area.

"The pool is over there," Mirko said, pointing to the sparkling blue water beyond the training area. "You can use it in your free time."

Momo nodded, taking in the luxurious surroundings. It was a far cry from Smart Mansion Mark I, but it was still pretty decent.

After the tour, they sat down at the kitchen table and Mirko explained the schedule for the week. They would start with training in the mornings, followed by breakfast, patrol around the city, return for more training, have lunch, patrol again, return for dinner, and end the day with training before retreating for the night.

"Why did you choose me for this internship?" Momo asked, curious.

Mirko leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I saw something in you during the Sports Festival. You have a unique way of battling, using your creation abilities to enhance your martial arts. I want to see how far you can push yourself."

Momo felt a surge of pride at Mirko's words. She was eager to learn from the Rabbit Hero and prove herself.

"Okay, I'm ready," Momo said, determination laced in her voice.

Mirko grinned. "Good. We start tomorrow morning. Get some rest, kid."

Next morning, Momo was woken up by Mirko at four in the morning. She was still dreaming of the warmth of her beloved brother when it was abruptly dispelled by an annoying shout, “Wake up, kid. Training starts in five.”

Momo, who was woken up so suddenly, failed to register what was going on, but years of martial art training helped her to follow the commands in her half sleeping state. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, before she arrived in the backyard where Mirko was jumping on one leg, while stretching her upper body.

"Good morning, Momo," Mirko greeted her with a curt nod. "Are you ready for your first day?"

Momo nodded eagerly, trying to hide her nerves. She had heard rumors about Mirko's tough personality, but she was determined to prove herself.

"Heroes don't need all that fancy stuff," Mirko said, as she continued warming up. Momo soon started to copy her movements to warm her muscles for the incoming training. "We just need our skills and our determination."

Momo couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by Mirko's straightforward attitude. Her Quirk was all about fancy stuff she could think of. Of course she could also create simple things to increase her power in battles, she liked to use her brain to solve problems.

"Alright, let's get started," Mirko said, beckoning Momo over. "I want to see what you're capable of."

Momo nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Mirko watched as Momo began to move, displaying her mastery of various martial arts. Mirko was impressed, but also noticed that Momo's movements lacked a certain fluidity and grace.

"You're skilled, but you're too rigid," Mirko said, interrupting Momo's routine. "You need to loosen up and let your body move with the flow of the fight."

Momo nodded, taking in Mirko's advice. They continued training, with Mirko demonstrating her own style of fighting that relied heavily on speed and agility. Momo struggled to keep up at first, but with Mirko's guidance, she gradually improved.

As they trained, Mirko explained her philosophy of working alone. She believed that relying on others made heroes weak and vulnerable. She acknowledged that sometimes it was necessary to work with others, but she preferred to do things on her own.

"I know it may seem harsh," Mirko said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "But I believe that true strength comes from within. You need to be able to rely on yourself before you can rely on anyone else."

“I think you are a hypocrite.” Momo said all of a sudden, as she raised her head to look deep in Mirko’s eyes.

“Excuse me?” Mirko asked with a wild grin as she heard the abrupt disrespect.

“I said you are full of shit.” Momo balled her fists as she repeated. “You claim strength comes within, but you deny that Quirks are also within. Not everyone has a Quirk that enhances their bodily strength. I don’t deny the fact that everyone should strive to increase their bodies to deal with unforeseen circumstances that would prevent a person from using their Quirk, and everyone should train to increase their strength, but you cannot say that Quirks that use other means than personal strength are flashy or bad.

Yes, you have a Quirk that immensely increases your strength, and yes, you are working hard everyday to be a better version of yourself. It fits in your lifestyle and personality, but it doesn’t mean a person with other means should be ashamed of their powers and focus on physical training only to be a good hero.”

Mirko was taken aback as she looked at the timid girl from the previous day, her mouth agape in surprise. At first glance, she had not expected Momo to have the audacity to speak those words to her face. However, Mirko could not forget the courage Momo had displayed by engaging in a fight with one of the best students, after she was successful in robbing her opponent’s quirk and forcing him to engage with physical power only.

Mirko had developed a sense of pride over the years that she had built her reputation upon her strength. Maybe over the years, when she had depended on her strength to climb the stairs of fame, she forgot her strength mostly came from her Quirk, which she didn’t choose at all. She was born with it. What if she had a Quirk that was “flashy or useless” as she described them. Would she cast away those powers and focus on training only? Of course not. Strength was strength. That was all.

Mirko raised an eyebrow at Momo's words, impressed by her boldness. "You've got a point, kid," she said with a chuckle. "I guess I can be a bit single-minded sometimes. But I stand by my belief that a hero needs to be able to rely on their own strength, regardless of their Quirk."

Momo nodded, satisfied with Mirko's response. She continued to train with Mirko for the rest of the day, pushing herself to keep up with the Rabbit Hero's grueling pace.

“Anyway, let’s get something to eat. I am hungry already.”

"Food is fuel," Mirko said as they ate. "You need to take care of your body if you want it to perform at its best."

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