a new perspective

                                    

                                          
The day after Principal Nezu's announcement about the two-week break, I found myself lingering outside Aizawa-sensei's office. The rest of my classmates were busy making plans for their time off, but I had something else in mind. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Aizawa-sensei's gruff voice called out from inside.
I opened the door and stepped in, closing it quietly behind me. Aizawa-sensei looked up from his desk, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"What do you need, Mori?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I have a request, sensei," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I'd like to use the break to travel abroad and train."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Travel abroad? Where exactly?"
"The United Kingdom," I replied. "I've heard about a hero there named Saint Irinaus. He has a quirk that's similar to mine, and I believe training with him could help me improve my abilities."
Aizawa-sensei studied me for a moment, his gaze piercing. "This isn't just about improving your quirk, is it?"
I shook my head. "No, it's also about getting stronger, preparing for what's ahead. The recent events have shown me that I need to be better, to be able to protect myself and others."
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll allow it. But you need to stay in contact and let us know if anything goes wrong. Understand?"
I nodded. "Yes, sensei. Thank you."
Arriving in the United Kingdom
A few days later, I was on a plane bound for the United Kingdom. The flight was long and tedious, but I spent the time thinking about what lay ahead. Training with Saint Irinaus could be the opportunity I needed to hone my new abilities, the ones I had acquired from the Jade Emperor.
When I arrived, the cool, damp air of London was a stark contrast to the warm, sunny weather I had left behind in Japan. I took a deep breath, savoring the unfamiliar scent of a new place. The city was bustling, full of life and energy, but I had no time to be a tourist.
Saint Irinaus had arranged to meet me at a small, out-of-the-way café. As I walked in, I spotted him immediately. He was a tall man with a calm, almost serene demeanor, his eyes sharp and intelligent. He wore a simple suit, his presence unassuming yet commanding.
"Izuku Mori?" he asked as I approached his table.
"Yes, that's me," I replied, taking a seat across from him.
"Welcome to London," he said with a small smile. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Thank you for agreeing to train me," I said, cutting straight to the point. "I believe I can learn a lot from you."
He nodded. "I've been briefed on your abilities. My own quirk allows me to repel objects, and while it's not as versatile as yours, I can help you understand the fundamentals of force manipulation."
We talked for hours, discussing our quirks, our experiences, and our goals. Saint Irinaus was patient and insightful, his knowledge vast and deep. He explained the intricacies of his quirk and how he had learned to control it, offering tips and techniques that I could apply to my own abilities.
"Your abilities are impressive," he said at one point, leaning back in his chair. "But they come with significant risks. Using such powerful forces can take a toll on your body."
I nodded, remembering the times I had pushed myself too far. "I've experienced that firsthand."
"Good," he said, his expression serious. "Then you understand the importance of control and restraint. We'll focus on honing your skills, but also on ensuring you can use them safely."