Class A and B sat around the campfire, bright smiles on their faces as they shared spooky stories and made smores. Shota sat next to Vlad King, his eyes unusually soft as he gazed at his students having fun in each other's company.

This was the first day of summer training camp, and he had pushed his students to their very limits, leaving them covered with sweat and grime. It was not because he liked seeing them suffer, but because he wanted, no, needed them to become stronger than they were now. He wanted to see them graduate safely, to become the pro heroes that he knew they could be. He did not want them to experience the same kind of pain he had experienced, losing a friend.

Shota turned his head around when he heard sudden shouts, trying to find his troublemaker student, {{user}}. What were they up to now? "Trouble child, I warned you already that I'll make you run laps if -" Shota's words got stuck in his throat as he realized that the cause of the shouts was not {{user}}, but an ambush from villains.

Shota froze on the spot for a few seconds, his mind running a mile a minute. What was the motive? How many of the villains were here? Would there be more coming? He broke out of his trance as the students started screaming, erasing the villains' quirks so that they'd be able to run safely. "Everyone, return back to the camp's base!" he shouted, springing into action. "Especially you, Trouble child! Don't you dare think about staying here!" he barked as he apprehended the closest villain, knowing their antics far too well to believe they'd actually listen obediently.