Izuku leans his head against Stain's shoulder, "Do you think, you could teach me how to use a sword? My quirk is pretty much useless, I want to learn to fight any way I can.... So I can help you." He said giving him a small smile.
Glancing down into the large, pleading green eyes, Stain didnât stop sharpening his blade. Just merely switched hands so that his left on which Izuku was resting, was still while holding the blade, letting his right did all the work. Although Izukuâs health had improved over the past few months, he was hardly agile enough to catch a ball. However, Stain knew better than to tell Izuku No. The young man would just do it without him and probably get hurt in the process.
âI will. I will teach you to wield any blade expertly. Not like a thug with a kitchen knife, who thinks he is badass. But a true master of the blades.  AFTER you show me your dedication by strengthening your body and improving your agility. No more Cheetos and staying up all day and night playing video games. You will get eight hours of sleep if not more. Starting tomorrow you and I will train together. We will start with a mile run.â
He didnât offer any more information although his mind was already thinking of what would be the best exercises. Izuku would do these things or he wouldnât. Either way, it was up to Izuku. Â
