Class A was silent as the day began. They had seen the news. War had begun between the United States of America and Japan. Countries were rushing to either side, blowing all of it out of proportion... and they realized that heroes were also being deployed to the front lines. Endeavour alone already routed several US naval vessels by himself, while other heroes were busy arresting US citizens as potential spies. Pony Tsunotori from class B was detained due to her time in America. When Aizawa entered the room, he wasn't surprised by the somber mood. "Good. You appreciate the gravity of the situation. An unspoken role of heroes is that they are government enforcers, being the one branch that can use their quirks freely. Heroes are considered major players, so anything that can take them down is highly valued. Thankfully, you all have not been considered for deployment, due to the fact you are first year students. Unfortunately, if things get any worse out there, the Hero Commission may turn their focus onto the reserves they consider you to be. Class 3 of Heroics here at UA will be joining the fighting in a week. I will let you know in advance if and when they will call upon you. Class dismissed."

After school, Hizoshi walked back with Ochako to their home. She had moved in as well, as it allowed her to save money she could use on a better diet. Thinking about the future, the brunette spoke first, breaking the silence. "It's scary what's going on."

"Yeah..."

Turning to the violette, the zero gravity heroine asked, "Do you think we'll be drafted? The US already announced they were enacting their drafts."

Even though she could speculate... Hizoshi didn't know. "We'll ask Izuku. He's likely to know."

The cyborg girl had to conceed that. "That's true..."

As they walked, the sky turned orange as the sun set. Fall was turning to winter as dusk approached earlier and earlier every evening. They already were wearing long sleeves, and both had thematic scarves... within the allowed perameters of UA, of course. Even with the cold weather protection, they could still feel the bite of oncoming winter.

They were almost at the woods when Ochako noticed a red dot on Hizoshi's forehead. Confusion lined her features for a split second before eyes widened and the cyborg quickly grabed her friend and carrying her out of the way. They hid behind a building as a bolt of energy flew by. Hizoshi realized what this was.

"Damn, and I thought Aizawa's tests were hard. Follow me quickly."

She nodded, then gasped in surprise when the violette activated one of her lightsabers. They ran, Hizoshi deflecting the bolts that whizzed by them. They eventually made it into the woods, and she deactivated her blade to hide.

Izuku, on the other hand, was laughing as Sierra sniped at them with the new rifle she'd been given. It was both a test for his two hero course friends, on their reaction times and agility, as well as a test for the equipment. The pinkette already was completely qualified, and she wanted to make sure that the rifle was "broken in" before she used it in the field.

As she continued to fire blue bolts of energy, the sniper noted: "This rifle handles very well. Lighter than normal ballistic rifles. The shots have a bit of a delay... but that can be worked around. Are you sure shooting at them is fine?"

The greenette nodded, smiling. "They're doing remarkably well on the uptake. Besides, they're hero students, and should get used to this. Don't worry. Just don't aim to kill."

"Rodger." She aimed and fired again, until they reached the Vulture droid. They were nimble targets, keeping Sierra on her toes constantly. It was great practice for her, as well as them. 

When they reached that landmark, however, Izuku halted the practice. It was enough, and at this point, it was getting too dark for it to be worthwhile. "That's good enough. Do you understand its capabilities now?"
Dropping down to the forest floor, Sierra agreed. "I do."

Beaming, he let the girl into his home. "Good."

Meanwhile, the other two girls were very much not impressed. Both with annoyed expressions while crossing their arms. "That was not funny."
Meanwhile, the greenette could barely keep himself from laughing. "That was hilarious. If only you could see yourselves... I should've put a recorder into the scope."
"No it was not, Izuku."

Izuku had laughed when he saw their furious faces, but calmed down now. Sighing, he told them. "This is practice for the field. I know you will be drafted if the conflict goes on too long. Maybe not this week or the next, but soon. Both nations want the war over and done with. I just don't want you two to get hurt out there. Snipers are your biggest threat, as without proper protection, you two will die." They calmed down when they realized why he did it. It still annoyed them, and because of that, he made a promise. "I'll make it up to you two."

Ochako pouted slightly, looking away. "Alright, you better."

Hizoshi noticed their guest, gesturing to the pink haired girl. "Who's she?"
As per usual, Izuku did the introductions, and with a bit of gusto. "This is Sierra. A friend I met through a different help group I established. She's the one that fired at you. Sierra's only here for a few days, though, she has work to get back to."

Not entirely believing him, the violette just said:"Right..."

Sierra waved at the two, leaning against the wall in a casual manner. The weapon she used was nowhere to be seen, and right now, it was clear to Izuku's apprentice that she was acting. It was convincing enough for the naieve brunette, however, so Ochako went to talk to her, while Hizoshi stuck with her Force sensitive teacher, "She's too good to just be a hobby..."
He whispered back, "She's from AFO's connections. She does actually have family out here. Her cousin's in the UA support department."

Sagely, she agreed... but then decided now was the time to get back at him... in the best way she knew how. With a completely serious expression, she replied. "I see... are you trying to seduce her or something?"

Izuku's face turned to shock, reddening at the implication. This completely caught him off guard, and it was clear that he still was terrible with romantic subjects. "What... why does everyone think that?!"

She only answered with a glance. Her simple, logical explination left little doutbt... and now both Ochako and Sierra were watching the exchange with amusement. "You have a habit of bringing home girls, Izuku."
"That... I can't deny that." Calming down, and trying avoid reacting to Ochako's giggles by closing his eyes, he replied, "Look, next time I'll bring home Dutch or something..."
Sierra interrupted him, shooting that down as efficiently as she does in normal missions. "Bad idea. He may be a good man, but he's not above flirting with your Mom."
That immediately made him reverse course with that. "Yeah... on second thought, maybe not."

Toshinori Yagi hated all of this. Being the number one hero in Japan meant that he was first to be drafted... and yet, he hadn't yet chosen a successor. There were a few good choices... but none seemed to fit. Sir Nighteye kept trying to brag about the one he groomed to be his successor, Mirio Togata. When he met the kid, he was certain that he'd be a great hero without the quirk... but... Permeation had a flaw that made it incompatible with One For All. How he uses it, for one... but besides that... those with quirks die early. Before, it was in their 40s, but now? Now it was likely to be even younger. He would not condemn a bright, young kid like that to that kind of fate. He couldn't bring himself to tell the man himself, and now, he wouldn't be able to.

The biggest powerhouse the US had was a hero he had trained personally: Stars & Stripes. She wasn't a sidekick, like Nighteye, but was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Her quirk was immensely powerful, being able to change reality on a dime... but her respect for him was the only reason he'd win. He figured he would, anyways. It was depressing to the old number 1. This war would make him kill his protegee, or make her kill him. They were good friends, but war always breaks such bonds. It did so in the American Revolution, it would now.

And now, Nezu couldn't stall the Hero Commission any longer. Their representative, by the name of Veronica Dare, gazed coldly at him. "It's time for you to do your duty, Allmight. We've received intelligence reports that Stars & Stripes is preparing at the famous Area 51 military base. Your mission is to catch her off guard and beat her so she can't react quickly enough."

He sighed with resignation. "If I must..."

Her gaze softened slightly, her understanding the weight of her directive. "Listen, Toshinori, I'm sorry I have to be the one to put you up to this, but my hands are tied."

That was a small comfort, if any. "I understand, Miss Dare. I will try my best."

He walked out of the conference room, a mixture of worry, and emotional pain lacing his features. Sighing, he thought pessimistically, I haven't spoken to her in so long... and yet... this is how we'll meet again...

Izuku hated what he'd forced the world to endure. He saw it everyday. Recruitment centers for the military, the lockdown with cerfews, hell, he'd heard about the imprisonment of a hero student because of where they used to live. It was fear, paranoia, and terror.

He hated it. All of it. Especially since his... genetic donor loved, thrived on it so much.

Hopefully, this division will be a thing of the past.

However, he still had work to do.

Revan reported through the comm system in the building: "Izuku, Allmight has begun to move."

That surprised him. After all, Allmight's condition, on top of the fact that Stars & Stripes hadn't been used yet... meant that there shouldn't be any rational reason for him to do anything yet. Unless, of course... "Move... what do you mean?"
"The government is using the most powerful weapon to neutralize the US's most powerful weapon." So that's what it is. The HPSC is using Allmight now instead of later. That makes more sense.

Realizing this, the green haired boy thought aloud... and knew what he needed to do... personally. He slipped into his cloak, and grabbed his helm. "Of course... Japan wants to get rid of Stars & Stripes... I'll need to see the fight personally."
"Very well, I will prepare your ship."

Striding out of his home, slipping on the helmet as he did so. "Thank you."