MHA : Venom

Izuku had not expected to feel as melancholic as he did coming back here.

If going to the beach had felt like a return to where it all began, then this trip back to the forest of his youth was a return to where it had started going wrong for him in life.

That was wrong of course. It was kindergarten where it had all gone wrong for Izuku.

Still, several of his earliest memories of when Katsuki had turned from his friend to his bully was from here, in this forest.

Confusion.

He sighed.

"I've got some… Bad memories from here." He explained.

Lots of happy ones too, but they were were generally drowned out by his later ones.

Anger. The same kind of anger he had felt in his mind as Katsuki walked into the classroom earlier that day.

"Yeah. Mostly about him. In any case, we're not here for reminiscing about that. We're here to train."

"Let's start with… Jumping."

He'd thought about it, and had decided that rather than doing a bit of everything each day, he would instead do these one thing every day each week.

At least until he had gotten a good handle on things.

The thing he needed right now was control. Not more power, he already had that in spades. His powers weren't the strongest strength quirk there was by a longshot, but it was strong. Strong enough for him to become a hero… If he could master it.

After finding a relatively flat open spot where he wouldn't jump into any trees, Izuku put down his plastic bag by a tree and prepared to start. Then he burst into motion.

Maybe 4 meters, then he bent his legs down and sprung like a suddenly released coil. He flew through the air, just as far as he had on Saturday.

Then, as he landed, he didn't tumble and roll along the ground. No, this time he miscalculated as he was planting his feet, and slipped backwards and crashed to the ground on his back.

It didn't really hurt all that much, but he could feel the ache way more than he felt at the beach. Which made sense, this was ground after all, not soft sand.

He sighed as he got up.

His main problem right now was a lack of control and balance. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle becoming more used to not just break things as he gripped them, but in terms of the training he was doing now, there was only one real thing to do to fix his problems.

He would need to jump, again, and again, and again, and again until landing on his feet became second nature to him. There was no other way to do it. It was like riding a bicycle. You just had to keep doing it, again and again until you got it right, and your body remembered how to do it without you having to think about it.

It was the simplest kind of training imaginable, repetitive, boring and with little variation, but also essential to actually do until he got it right.

He got to his feet. Well, he had to get started on this, and delays would not help them get it done quicker.

...

This host was smart.

Many hosts it remembered had skipped the basics, and jumped straight into battle and combat, assuming their raw power would see them to victory.

They had generally been right. But as its memories returned from before the fog, it had begun to remember many cases where it had not.

Yes, an early crushing defeat was usual, then followed by recovery and a period of weariness where there had once been no fear.

That, or an early demise. That happened a lot too. Usually, hosts tended to live a long life, or a short one. There were few in between.

At least…. It thought so.

It had tried to remember how many hosts there had been in total… But every time it tried to pull back to the very beginning, all the memories returned to the darkness.

Even the memories of the hosts it had were still not complete. The images were there, but the words… The colors… The sounds... They were all missing, and the emotions, worst of all, were dull.

It was all so blank compared to its current existence which was bright, and vibrant and ALIVE.

It liked this planet so far. It's colors, the wind, the temperature, and air, but above all, it's dominant race.

This race was perfect. It was not as physically strong as many, many others it had seen, it was fragile, weak, and it had such EMOTIONS!

It was stunning. It had enjoyed it's host greatly, but it didn't stop there. Even the other members of the species was so full of emotions that it could sense them even without a bond. It could not taste them of course, but the simple fact to know it was there was energizing.

Like… Like… Like smelling something good, yes, that was the comparison. Like how smelling something good would work up one's appetite.

Crushing despair, hilarious joy, pure happiness, enormous highs, devastating emotional breakdowns, and above all Adrenaline in ALL its Glory.

It was all great, and it was all around all the time. And that wasn't the only thing that was all around the time.

The were battles, every day, at any time.

This nation was obviously at war with another force. That was the only explanation for all the constant attacks, which the warriors of this society were constantly putting down. And despite this, all the people went about without a care in the world.

Truly this was a species mentally built for war, unlike almost any he had seen when people willingly went to watch skirmishes as they happened! Madness.

But it was a madness it would embrace.

...

During his training, both at the beach and here in the forest, Izuku had learned a couple of lessons about super-strength that should have been pretty obvious when you thought about it, but somehow he had never even considered.

At the beach, he had learned that metal wasn't as solid for people with enhanced strength as it was for other people, and if you weren't careful with how much force you put on it while handling something, it crumpled like tissue paper.

In these woods, he had learned that endlessly kicking off from the same spot with strength like his, would turn the ground from compact earth to loose dirt, just like if he had hammered it over and over again with a sledgehammer.

Thus the area he jumped off from had now become an upturned patch where he had pretty much ruined all the grass. For the future, he had decided he would be more varied with where he jumped.

At least it had produced result.

For his max jumps, he had only managed not to fall twice, but he had begun to make real progress at his less ambitious jumps. That wasn't enough though. He would need to do this again and again and again until his body had it down to an art.

In the future when he began to push himself to his limits, it would be those maximum effort jumps that would be how he trained.

Twice succeeding out of 232 wasn't good enough. Not by any stretch. Nothing short of 100% success was good enough in this regard.

Still… There was something magnificently satisfying about actually doing something and seeing progress. No matter how little it had been.

So as he left the forest, covered in dirt from head to toe, he felt… Really good. Very, very, sore but like he had actually accomplished something with these hours of work.

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