Long days and nights passed. Specifically, three months have passed since the unpleasant conversation between Hari and Akayoru. Blue-eyed, as Jimen liked to call her, almost forgot about this moment. As grayhaired's classmate, she couldn't figure out her identity. Akayoru often had impulses of anger at her for no reason, was angry when she was near her and tried to stay away from Kazeki. What did Kazeki do to her to get such an attitude? Almost six years have passed, and apparently Hari has forgotten the reason why Akayoru hates her classmate so much. She suppressed a deep exhalation not to think about it, as she would never remember it. Now the young lady was focused on training for the Entrance Exam: she thought out special workouts for the press and other exercises, ran every morning, squatted and did push-ups. I also didn't mind limiting the time for hand-to-hand combat and foot combat. Under all these, every month Kazeki increased the time to keep up with what she wanted to get in good shape and, above all, a Quirk.
The gradual increase in the strength of the quirk was the main thing. The girl heard from friends that large and large iron robots would walk on the exam. To completely and quickly destroy them, you have to train a Quirk and various techniques for it. Fortunately, Hari came up with several techniques that seemed to be strong, one, in her opinion, had a medium or short distance rather than a long distance. Of course, it is not safe to train such a strong force in the city, and therefore Soraku agreed to take his sister for some suitable days away to the open spaces. They were mostly wastelands with a pleasant scent of flowers. Her brother watched her with interest and praised her for her efforts. But the guy did not stay idle and decided to practice fighting techniques with her. Kazeki smiled, smiled more often and mentally thanked the dear person that helps her to realize her dream.
Moving on from talking about training, the student did not forget about studying. Returning home, after eating, after that she began to study material in several subjects, and then found time to get tired quickly and sweat out, and then immediately falling asleep quickly. But others did not forget to improve their standards, who wants to enroll in U.A.
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Hakana squats intensely, holding her hands with a lock on the top of her head, exhales air with a rhythm.
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Arashi sweats all over swinging punches and kicks in different directions, feeling the quirk flowing through the guy's veins, wanting to break out. Then he stops in a fighting stance, putting his right and left hands forward and a small jet of red-orange and yellow flame burst out to relieve the pressure.
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Jimen and Joshi, who are in a personal gym in their neighborhood, are working on hand-to-hand combat and trying to knock each other over. They jumped back a short distance and grinned into other people's faces, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat.
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So, three months passed like three weeks for the girl – very quickly and imperceptibly. And for all the time spent, Hari scored a small result. Of course, she was proud of the small change, but she didn't think to stop. The body still needed to be pumped up due to how the quirk affects it. The quirk of the wind has a powerful force that can scatter everything-everything around. Therefore, it is necessary to strengthen it so that the quirk does not harm Kazeki.
Now the brown-haired woman is in the gym in a black lightweight suit, shaking her hands with dumbbells weighing twenty-five kilograms. Quite heavy for beginners, but thanks to daily training, Kazeki began to raise them well to herself and from herself. In addition to her, other people not as old as her were engaged, about twenty-five and a little over the age of men and women. But there are few women here than men. Some looked askance at the teenager because of her small age and height. She didn't pay attention and concentrated on herself. Who can not be surprised that a teenage girl of fifteen years is engaged here and has a good pumped-up physique?
After completing a hundred lifts and descents of dumbbells, Hari exhaled, put them away and took a sports bag next to her to get water. Digging in her bag, she went to the bench and sat down. The body of a young girl melted when she took a few small sips of water and they spread through the esophagus, cooling the skin little by little. Fortunately, there was a towel in ours and Kazeki took advantage to wipe off the accumulated sweat in the places where the glass was.
"You lift dumbbells well," a man's voice sounded in Hari's ears. The tired girl turned her head forty-five degrees to the right and saw a tall, muscular man with a proud smile meant for her.
"Thank you," Hari stammered shyly, still embarrassed to talk to someone if that person spoke first.
"How did such a young and beautiful lady manage to pump her body?" he began to examine each relief of the girl's body. Hari blushed slightly for the compliment.
"For the Entrance exam," she answered without fear, because I trusted myself that this guy was kind by nature, but also kind at the first meeting, then took another sip of water in big gulps. In addition to dumbbells, Kazeki lifted other heavy objects that were difficult for her.
"Are you really going to enroll in Yuey?" he continued to ask.
Kazeki nodded. – This is my dream since childhood, - I remembered my first time when Soraku first showed his sister a video with the number one hero "Thunderstorm".
"That's great! With delight," he stretched out a big raised finger in front of Hari's face. "The city needs strong and talented people. But you need to know the mine when you rock your body," the cheerful voice from the lips fell off a little, and the smile spread into a neutral mood, as if thinking.
"Yeah," Hari nodded without a doubt. "I'm watching it."
"How long have you been studying?"
"Three months ago, sir," for some reason her voice trembled. Maybe it's because this person is with her for more than a minute? But he is not some bandit who asked with force to give savings and other valuables from the victim.
"Wow!" the blond man opened his green eyes. "Pretty good. But a personal trainer like you wouldn't hurt," he pointed a finger at himself.
"Personal trainer?" Hari asked without sighing.
"Yes. If you want to achieve full results, then it wouldn't hurt to change your workouts," he pointed to the girl's muscles. The girl looked at herself. But she did not complain to herself that her body does not have muscle waves, and she quickly decided to work out with him. Maybe some result will change faster. "You still have time before the Entrance Exam," the man continued. "You can get your body in perfect shape if you want to contact me," he took a plastic card out of his pocket and pulled it close under his nose.
"What is it? She took the card with the name of Nosa Ajito on it. "His name," she thought, holding her finger to her lip.
"My business card. If you have time, come to me. You know where to find me," he pointed with his index finger at the bottom line of the map. This is an address that Kazaki didn't know. "Oh! he exclaimed, scratching his head shyly. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nosa Ajito. And what about you?"
"Kazeki Hari."
"Are you the daughter of the former heroine number three "Speed?" kept the volume of a clear voice without wheezing, so as not to attract attention. Kazeki puffed out her cheeks in embarrassment and did not forget to nod. Ajito's hidden delight did not fade from his face, but he also remembered that this hero had been gone for almost fifteen years, so the girl decided to change the subject.
"Can I start studying with you today?"
"With my deep respect," the coach nodded. "It is a great honor for me to teach you on behalf of the Speed."
Hari rolled her eyes with a laugh and turned her head to the sides to make sure that others did not hear the name of the deceased heroine, and that she had a daughter. It was also a great honor for her to start classes for the first time with a personal trainer who has a courageous and cheerful smile, as well as the strength of spirit to help people get in shape for a specific purpose.
"But let's just start studying tomorrow. You did a good job with dumbbells and exercises today.
A stone of sadness fell on the fourteen-year-old and the anticipation collapsed in the hope of starting training with Ajito today, but there was no choice but to agree and say goodbye to him. The coach waved his hand in response and extended an encouraging smile.