I trudged downstairs, my mind racing with questions. Who was I? What was my Quirk? What did Sanzo's family expect from me?
As I entered the kitchen, Sanzo's mother greeted me with a warm smile. "Good morning, Sanzo! Did you sleep well?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Yeah, I...I think so."
She chuckled. "Well, let's get some breakfast in you. You have a big day ahead of you."
I nodded, taking a seat at the table. Sanzo's mother handed me a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal.
As I ate, I tried to recall more about Sanzo's life. His friends, his classes, his Quirk. But everything seemed foggy.
"So, Sanzo," his mother said, "your father will be taking you to your Quirk training session today. He's excited to see you make progress."
I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. What would Quirk training be like? Would I be any good at it?
As breakfast came to an end, Sanzo's father walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, Sanzo. Are you ready for your training session?"
I stood up, trying to appear confident. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Masamichi Fushiguro smiled. "Let's go, then. We have a lot of work to do."
I followed him out the door, wondering what lay ahead. Would I be able to master Sanzo's Quirk? Would I live up to his family's expectations?
The unknown stretched out before me like a vast, uncharted territory.
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