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When heroes are treated like celebrities, and the spectacle around them is bigger than ever before, it is no surprise that the younger sister of the number two hero has been suffering from the trials and tribulations of notoriety.

In a strategic move (for all parties involved), you, Japan's most famous healer and Hawks' younger sister, are enrolled in UA University's College of Support Training.

Here you meet the students of class 1A. They've been training their quirks for hero work for the past two years already, and for once, you feel a bit out of place among such talented hero trainees.

As tensions ramp up in the hero world, so do those between you and the students of UA while you navigate your new surroundings.

Ten years ago

Izuku sniffled, rubbing at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. He’d failed. He’d utterly failed.

Not one single dragon had even looked at him, much less bonded with him. Everyone else had gotten a dragon best friend, except him.

He could hear his mother and father arguing downstairs, their dragons hissing at each other in anger, and he knew that he was the cause. He flinched as the volume of his father’s voice increased and was suddenly accompanied by the slamming of a door, followed by his mother’s sobbing.

His own tears spilled down faster at the sound. Why was he such a bad kid?

Present time

Izuku ducked and weaved through dragons and Vikings alike, wheeling his contraption through the blazing buildings and panicking sheep as he headed for the vantage point he’d scoped out weeks ago in preparation for his test run.

The midday sun shone bright, not a cloud blocking the sky and a perfect backdrop to see the rogue dragons against. After all, bonded dragons were specially marked with their bonded’s chosen symbol, to avoid casualties.

Izuku hurriedly set up his catapult. If he couldn’t fly with a dragon, he’d help against the rogues instead.

After all, rogues were a known menace to the village, always stealing supplies and trashing bonded dragon homes for seemingly no reason. Many a Viking and their dragon had been lost to the rogues, and any attempts to tame them were ultimate failures as they somehow suicided after capture.

Screams of a new dragon exploded all over the village, something about a strength type smashing into the buildings. Izuku ignored that in favor of loading his catapult with a specially made bolo.

“Come on, gimme something to shoot at, gimmie something to shoot at!” Izuku muttered, squinting against the harsh sunlight. His eyes locked onto a golden shape just barely out of sight in the sun, red lines crackling over it’s body as it prepared to smash into another building.

Izuku took the shot, the recoil knocking him flat on his back. He scrambled to his feet in time to hear the mighty roar as the dragon went down, disappearing somewhere into the forest a few miles away.

Izuku’s jaw dropped. “Oh- Oh my gods, I-I hit it!!! I shot it down!!! Did anybody see that?!?” He shrieked, whipping around to search for any watchers.

He tensed up at a low growl behind him. He turned around and came face to face with a breather type Dragon, liquid lava spilling from its jaws, no markings whatsoever on its scales.

“Anyone except you.” The green haired boy sighed defeatedly, shoulders limp in realization.

A few minutes later had him screaming his lungs out as he ran like the wind to escape the molten rock billowing after him, the dragon expelling it chasing after him with a vicious roar.

He bolted behind a torch column, flinching and scrunching up even smaller as lava was shot at the pillar in a long stream, the heat reaching him in waves from behind the wooden pillar shield. Izuku nervously peeked around the other side, unknowing of the jaws slowly opening to crush him from the opposite side…

Until a mighty roar and a blur of white and red tackled the other dragon, the two snarling and snapping at each other furiously. Izuku gasped and watched as the two toned dragon threw the lava dragon away, throat pulsing white as it fired off an ice blast to freeze the other dragon’s leg.

The lava dragon screeched and flew off, off kilter from the heavy ice coating its leg. The red and white dragon snorted irritably, turning to shoot a strange look at Izuku before the pillar cracked and broke, finally giving way and sending the torch tumbling down the cliffs, cutting nets and freeing captured dragons.

Izuku winced, the Chief already storming over with a furious look on his face. “DEKU!” He bellowed, as the two toned dragon backed away immediately to make way for the angry human.

Izuku was hefted up by this collar. “Who the hell let you outside?!?” Enji snarled, casting looks over the various riders now gathering around with their dragons.

“Umm…. I let myself out? Also I shot down a dragon-” Izuku rambled, only to get cut off by a derisive snort from one of the younger riders.

“You’re lucky Shoto’s dragon thought you were worth saving, Deku. Though I can’t really see why, since you made us loose another fuckton of food tonight! What are we supposed to do for winter now, fuck up?!” Katsuki Bakugo, the spiky haired rider of a just as nasty tempered dragon, barked out, eyes narrowed hatefully at the twiggy boy.

For former childhood friends, he really had a thing against Izuku, even giving him the nickname Deku, “one who can’t do anything”.

The dragon in question was currently being checked over by her rider, the Chief’s youngest son, Shoto. She huffed a breath of cold air towards the hot headed boy, seemingly upset.

“Yeah but I shot down a dragon! If we could go search for it I’d have proof that-” He started, only for Enji to cut him off.

“Again with that nonsense? Let me guess, you tried one of your inventions. Nice try, Deku, but I can’t trust the word of a useless Dragonless child like you! Go doodle in your diary some more! Just stay out of the way, brat. Leave the dragon stuff to real Vikings like us.” Izuku was shoved roughly to the ground, the other Vikings muttering agreement except a certain few.

It was on his way up to his house that the sound of flapping wings caught his attention. “Izuku! Izuku wait up!” He glanced up to see a familiar pink, black and white dragon descend from the sky, accompanied by a blue and silver one.

The two riders both looked extremely concerned, looking at each other and then their friend as they both hopped off of their respective dragon.

“Hey, Uraraka, Iida. Urabity, Ingenium.” He nodded to the two dragons. Urabity trilled lightly at him while Ingenium rumbled quietly in response.

“Izuku, are you okay? I’m glad Hanbu was there! That lava dragon looked mean!” Uraraka babbled, tackling him in a hug before inspecting him for any damage. Other than a bit of soot in his hair, he seemed perfectly fine.

Izuku shrugged. “Yeah…” He mumbled, still slightly deflated. Iida and Ingenium shared a raised eyebrow.

“Back there… before, you were saying you shot down a dragon?” Iida asked, pushing his glasses up habitually.

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. It went down in the forest somewhere, I just don’t know where. Probably chewed itself free by now though.” He sighed. Internally, he hated lying to his friends, but he wanted to find that dragon himself before anyone else.

If that meant lying to his two closest friends, so be it.

“I think I’m gonna get some sleep though. Being useless sure is tiring!” He joked weakly, though his friends didn’t look too convinced.

“You aren’t useless, Izuku!” Uraraka argued, and Izuku sighed.

“Tell that to Endeavor. Or Kacchan. Or anyone else in the village. I think they’d all disagree with you. I’m not strong like any of you, or brave or cool or bonded with a dragon-” the tears bubbled up and spilled over before he could think to stop them.“-not to mention I’m a huge crybaby!” He wailed, the stress of the day finally catching up to him.

Both Iida and Uraraka moved to comfort him, pulling him into a hug. “Well, you’re our friend, Dragonless or not, and we care about you, okay?” Iida soothed, patting his friend’s back as he hiccuped quietly. Even Urabity and Ingenium moved to join the group hug, Urabity licking at Izuku’s hair and Ingenium purring gently.

Izuku pulled back after a few good minutes into his crying fit, rubbing his eyes and sniffling. “Thanks guys. I think I’ll go take that nap now. You guys should check in with your parents, I think they were looking for you when Mom stopped me to say she won’t be home til later tonight.” He clarified, wiping his cheeks clean of tears.

His two friends nodded and boarded their dragons, bidding him farewell as he entered his house.

He waited a good ten minutes before bolting out the back door, journal in hand and excitement on his face.

He had a dragon to find. ——————————- Holy wow! Who’d have thought that what I needed was a quick pace change to get out of a writing slump! Well, there’s Chapter Two! As for why All Might hasn’t shown up yet… well, you might already know, you might not, and that’s perfectly fine ;3

And yeah, I named the dragons after their Hero names! Since Izuku, Bakugo and Todoroki don’t have proper hero names (there’s a reason I’m not calling Izuku’s dragon Deku, as you see here it’s used to insult Izuku and I’ve already got a plan in mind for his dragon anyways) I gave them names of their own. Hanbu is basically the same as “Half” and Bakugo’s dragon is called Hanabi, “Fireworks” :)

A skinny boy with wild, black and green tinted hair mumbled to himself as he walked along the path through the forest, scribbling furiously in his notebook as he hurried along to his village.

He tripped over a rock, falling flat on his face with a startled yelp and a thud as he hit the ground. Grumbling, he sat up and rubbed at the new bruise surely forming over his freckled nose.

“Welcome to Yuuei, a village just south of freezing to death and a little west from certain doom. Located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.” He muttered, brushing snow off of his jacket before carefully inspecting his notebook, satisfied that it hadn’t gotten wet.

He slipped into the village, eyes scanning over the various activities going on around him. “Most people have a symbiotic relationship with say, sheep or birds, but not us Vikings. We’ve got-”

His quiet rambling was cut off by a massive roar and the whoosh of air as a streamlined, black, red and orange dragon flew by, a spiky red and black dragon following close behind as well as another in yellow and dark gray. The rider on the tri-colored dragon was cackling and whooping loudly, confident in his certain victory.

“Dragons.” The boy breathed out, awed. He quickly followed after the trio, more dragons flying after them in an obvious race. He was so busy writing down more notes that he was taken by surprise when someone grabbed him by the back of his hood and pulled him back.

“Woah woah woah, who let Dragonless Deku out? Go back inside, brat! Make something useful instead of doodling in that diary of yours.” Ah, Enji Todoroki, the Endless Endeavor. Chief of the tribe and the strongest dragon rider to ever live, so it was said.

“My name’s Izuku, Chief…” The youth stammered, sweating nervously under the Chief’s glare. He was roughly put down and shoved in the direction of his house.

“Whatever, brat. Go help your mother or something.” The Chief sneered before heading off to his own dragon nearby, a nasty, bulky thing with a habit of setting itself on fire. It seemed to glare at Izuku mockingly before taking off, rider in tow upon its back.

Izuku sighed, painfully reminded of his failure as a Viking as he hurried to his house and the forge behind it, quickly remembering his newest invention and regaining his enthusiasm once more.

A soft chirruping noise interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up at the rafters to his house. “Hey Green! Is Mom out working in the bakery or something?” He asked the slim green reptile, smiling.

Green purred and dropped down, sidling up to him and nudging his hand for head pats. “Okay, how about you help me in the forge today while Mom’s busy? I could use the firepower, since, you know…” He trailed off, frowning as he absently rubbed behind the smaller dragon’s horn.

Green chirped and head butted his side lightly, pulling him from his thoughts. “Oh. Yeah. Right, sorry Green.” Izuku muttered, already moving to exit the back of the house and heading for his little forge.

A few hours in the forge should clear his head, hopefully. He eyed his blueprints, checking and double checking before building, Green keeping the forge well lit and using her ability to pull the objects he needed to his hand.

“There! All finished!” Izuku exclaimed cheerfully, wiping his hands clean from grease. Green growled curiously and poked the strange contraption with a clawed wing, jumping back with a strangled screech as the thing hurled a net out of nowhere and smashed into the wall.

Izuku flinched. “Yeah, okay, maybe some adjustments to the sensitivity and trajectory…” He sighed, already moving to fix the problem.

It was barely noon when the ruckus started, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Rogue dragons! The rogue dragons are back!” Bells clanged and dragons roared, startling Izuku from his work.

“Good. Not a moment too soon. Green, you go find Mom, no doubt she’s gonna need you. I’m gonna test this baby out.” Izuku ordered his Mom’s dragon, before turning to pick up the heavy catapult.

Green shot him a doubtful look at his back, but took off to find her rider anyways. Humans. ——————————— // okay, next chapter we get some more answers about the story and some action!

Green is Inko’s bonded dragon, not Izuku’s by the way. Green does her best to keep an eye on her bonded’s hatchling, though the sneaky little thing always seems to get into trouble without warning.

This is fun to write, I hope I can finish it!

#Haïti | Installation du conseil d’administration de la Banque Nationale de Développement Agricole.- #Juno7

Installation du conseil d’administration de la Banque Nationale de Développement Agricole

Nommé par arrêté présidentiel le 13 août dernier, les membres du conseil d’administration de la BNDA ont été investis dans leurs fonctions ce lundi 24 août.

Port-au-Prince, Haïti.- Les 5 membres du conseil d’administration de la Banque Nationale de Développement Agricole ont été investis dans leurs fonctions…