All of them looked at each other without fully understanding what Mewtwo was talking about.
Evolve their Quirks?
Most of them still didn't even feel like they had complete control over the powers they already possessed, and now he was talking about evolving them further?
How was that even possible?
From what they had seen until now, they had failed his test ridiculously easily. Even Bakugo, who had attacked aggressively without hesitation, hadn't found a way to beat him—or even properly touch him, for that matter.
The gap between them felt overwhelming.
"That's easy."
It was then that Mewtwo interrupted their thoughts almost casually, as if he already knew exactly what they were thinking. Floating slightly above the ground with his arms crossed, his glowing eyes moved across the five students before he continued.
"To gain control and strength over a Quirk—and over your own body—you need to use it constantly. Push it. Stress it. Adapt it. However, recovery is also important. Your body needs time to rebuild itself stronger after being damaged or exhausted."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"The problem is that recovery takes time, and because of that, progress becomes slow. Normally, your body would need days, weeks, or even months to adapt properly."
A faint smile appeared on Mewtwo's face.
"However… with me here, we can accelerate that process."
With those words, Mewtwo waved one hand toward the side of the training ground. Immediately, a large metallic door opened automatically, revealing multiple objects, machines, containers, and even several tables filled with food and energy drinks prepared beforehand.
The students blinked in surprise.
"Now," continued Mewtwo calmly, "all of you will train your Quirks until your bodies give up completely. After that, I will heal you. Then you will eat, recover your stamina, and continue training again."
His eyes glowed slightly brighter.
"This way, we will force your bodies to adapt to your Quirks at a much faster pace."
As he explained, each student finally noticed the equipment prepared specifically for them.
For Bakugo, there were two gigantic reinforced tanks filled completely with water.
For Uraraka, there were multiple heavy weights of different sizes scattered across the field.
For Tooru, there was a strange circular structure made from several mechanical devices resembling laser emitters, all pointed toward the center where a person could stand comfortably.
Kirishima had a similar setup, except instead of lasers, the machines clearly resembled firearms, though much sturdier and reinforced.
Around Reiko Yanagi floated dozens of metal weights already suspended slightly in the air. In total, there were approximately three hundred kilograms divided into smaller five-kilogram plates.
Mewtwo pointed toward Reiko first.
"First, Reiko. There are three hundred kilograms—around six hundred pounds—around you. Your task is to lift them all using your Quirk. Start with your current limit, and from there we will increase gradually. By the end of the month, you must be capable of lifting all of them simultaneously."
Reiko stared at the floating weights with wide eyes.
Mewtwo then turned toward Uraraka.
"Uraraka, your training is similar. However, your objective is different. By the end of the month, you must be able to maintain both your body and those weights floating continuously for at least one hour without losing concentration or collapsing from nausea."
Ochako immediately paled slightly hearing that.
"Kirishima," continued Mewtwo, now looking toward the red-haired boy, "those weapons contain bullets. At first, they will fire slowly and with low impact, but the speed, force, and hardness of the ammunition will increase over time. By the end of the month, your body must be resistant enough to become bulletproof… at least against lead rounds."
Kirishima's eyes widened with excitement instead of fear.
"That sounds manly as hell…" he muttered.
"Toru," continued Mewtwo, "your Quirk has far more potential than simple invisibility. Your body naturally bends light already. These lasers are designed to help you refine that control."
The emitters around the invisible girl hummed softly.
"You will begin with a single laser. Your task is to redirect it away from your body using your Quirk alone. By the end of the month, I want you capable of bending every laser simultaneously without even consciously trying."
Finally, Mewtwo looked toward Bakugo.
"Lastly, Bakugo."
The blonde crossed his arms immediately, already irritated.
"Your explosions are powerful, but inefficient and unrefined. There are three hundred liters of water inside each tank. Your objective is simple: produce explosions hot and concentrated enough to evaporate the water instantly in a single attack."
Bakugo's eyes widened slightly.
"The tanks automatically refill every liter lost," continued Mewtwo calmly. "They will always remain full. By the end of the month, you must be capable of evaporating all the water in one shot."
Silence filled the training ground for a moment.
Then Mewtwo slowly floated upward until he remained suspended above all of them, looking down like an instructor overseeing soldiers before battle.
"Now," he ordered simply, "start training."
All of them—even Bakugo—looked completely dumbfounded.
What Mewtwo was asking from them was difficult.
Absurdly difficult.
"We don't have time. Start."
Mewtwo's voice echoed through the training ground with calm authority as he floated above them, his glowing eyes scanning each student one by one.
"Don't worry. Anything that happens, I will heal you. So now—move."
Before any of them could complain further, Mewtwo casually waved one hand, giving each of them a small telekinetic push that forced them into position. The message was clear.
There would be no excuses.
Reluctantly, all of them activated their Quirks and began the brutal training session exactly as Mewtwo instructed.
Uraraka was the first one to fail.
At the beginning, she managed surprisingly well. She lifted her own body together with several heavy objects, floating them all around the training field while trying to maintain balance and concentration. Sweat quickly formed on her forehead as the strain accumulated.
However, the side effects of her Quirk caught up to her incredibly fast.
Her face turned pale.
Then, suddenly—
"Blergh—!"
She dropped to her knees and started vomiting violently on the ground.
Most teachers probably would have stopped the exercise right there.
Mewtwo did not.
"Again," he ordered immediately.
Ochako looked at him in disbelief for a second, but the psychic pressure behind his glowing eyes made it obvious he was serious. Gritting her teeth, she stood back up and continued.
Again and again, she repeated the process.
Lift. Float. Nausea. Collapse. Repeat.
Until eventually she was left panting desperately on the ground, grabbing for air while her body trembled from exhaustion.
Only then did Mewtwo finally descend beside her.
A soft green-blue light emerged from his hands as Life Dew washed over her body. Almost instantly, the dizziness disappeared, her muscles recovered, and the nausea faded completely.
"Go eat," Mewtwo said calmly. "Ten minutes. Then come back."
Ochako looked at him as if he were some kind of monster, but still obeyed.
And after her short rest, the cycle repeated again.
Three more times.
The same thing happened with the rest.
Bakugo attacked the water tanks relentlessly, explosions roaring across the training ground over and over again. Steam filled the air every few seconds as he tried to vaporize larger quantities of water at once.
At first, his blasts barely managed to evaporate portions of the tanks before they immediately refilled.
His palms quickly became red and burned from overuse. The skin on his arms started cracking from the constant strain of his explosions.
Every time he reached his limit, Mewtwo healed him with Life Dew and forced him to continue.
Again.
And again.
Only when Bakugo physically could not produce another explosion did Mewtwo finally send him away to eat and recover before dragging him back into training once more.
Reiko Yanagi suffered similarly.
The floating girl continuously lifted heavier and heavier weights using her telekinetic Quirk until her breathing became unstable and her vision blurred. The pressure on her mind was enormous. Several times she nearly fainted completely while trying to maintain control over all the floating metal around her.
Each time she approached unconsciousness, Mewtwo healed her, forced food and water into her hands, and restarted the process from the beginning.
Kirishima's training was even more brutal.
The automated weapons around him fired continuously while he maintained his Hardening Quirk at maximum output.
At first, the bullets were slow and weak enough for him to endure comfortably.
Then the speed increased.
Then the impact.
Then the hardness of the ammunition itself.
Eventually his hardened skin began cracking under the pressure. Blood started appearing across his arms and shoulders where the bullets finally pierced through his defenses.
Still, Mewtwo didn't stop.
"Harder," he ordered.
Kirishima roared and activated his Quirk again even while bleeding, forcing his body to endure even more punishment.
Only when he was truly on the verge of collapsing unconscious did Mewtwo finally heal him completely and allow him a brief rest.
And lastly, there was Toru.
At first, bending a single laser away from her body was manageable.
Then a second beam appeared.
Then a third.
Then five.
Then ten.
The more lasers surrounded her, the harder it became to maintain concentration. Her Quirk struggled to naturally redirect all the incoming light simultaneously.
And the moment her focus slipped—
The lasers burned her skin.
Painfully.
Just like the others, the cycle repeated endlessly.
Train.
Collapse.
Heal.
Eat.
Train again.
By the end of the session, all five students were completely exhausted.
Even if their physical bodies had been restored repeatedly by Life Dew, mentally they were destroyed. Every single one of them lay sprawled across the ground breathing heavily, staring at the sky with hollow expressions.
The tables of food prepared earlier had been completely emptied.
Still… none of them could truly complain.
By the fourth cycle, all of them had already noticed the changes.
Their Quirks felt smoother. Stronger. Easier to control.
The growth was undeniable.
In a single day, they had practically skipped at least two weeks of normal training progress.
The results were obvious.
But at the same time… it had been torture.
So their feelings toward Mewtwo were deeply conflicted.
At the end of the session, Mewtwo finally descended from the air and looked down at the five exhausted students scattered across the training ground.
None of them even had the energy to complain anymore.
Satisfied enough with the results, Mewtwo crossed his arms and spoke calmly, though his tone still carried that same oppressive authority that had dominated the entire training.
"I will see all of you again next week."
The students immediately looked up with expressions filled with mixed horror and disbelief.
"Until then," Mewtwo continued, "you will repeat the same training on your own during intercalated days. Don't overdo it. Your bodies still need proper recovery time. Only when I'm supervising will we push your limits recklessly."
That last word made all of them twitch slightly.
Recklessly.
At least he was self-aware.
"Rest properly. Eat properly. If you neglect recovery, your Quirks won't evolve correctly."
Even Bakugo, who looked like he wanted to yell something back, remained silent this time. The improvement they experienced today had been too obvious to deny. Brutal or not, the method worked.
After leaving the students under the teachers' supervision, Mewtwo slowly flew away from the training grounds and headed back toward the dormitories.
For once, he felt genuinely tired.
Not physically exhausted from battle, but mentally drained.
Healing multiple people over and over again while forcing their bodies beyond their natural limits consumed an absurd amount of concentration and energy. Life Dew was powerful, but constantly using it at maximum output for hours was exhausting even for him.
And beyond that… he was still human underneath everything.
No matter how much stronger he became, the stress of hero work was real.
Patrols.
Villains.
Training.
The expectations placed on him.
His entire short career had honestly been one stressful situation after another.
When he finally reached the dorm building, he quietly entered through the window of his room instead of using the front entrance. By now it had become habit.
He didn't even bother undoing his transformation at first.
Honestly, he had started feeling more comfortable in his Mewtwo form lately. Stronger. Safer. More natural during moments of exhaustion.
With a tired sigh, he simply threw himself onto the bed face first, his tail lazily falling to the side while one arm dangled off the mattress.
Silence filled the room.
For a brief moment, he almost drifted to sleep immediately.
Then—
Knock knock.
Mewtwo opened one eye lazily.
Another knock followed.
With a small groan, his body flashed in sparks of psychic light as he returned to his human form. Without even standing up, he used a small telekinetic push to unlock and open the door.
Standing there was Nejire.
Even she looked somewhat tired, her usual energetic aura toned down after her own mentoring session earlier that day. Still, her eyes carried their usual sparkle.
She leaned slightly against the frame of the door and spoke only a few words.
Words that immediately caught Raiden's full attention.
"Mirio brought pizza."