It was just another day in Class K. The students were scattered around the classroom, laughing and chatting, with some engaging in playful banter while others worked quietly at their desks. Everything felt pretty normal—until the door suddenly opened with a soft creak.
The noise died down almost instantly. Every head turned toward the entrance, and there he stood: a tall, confident young man with an easy smile that didn’t quite match the intensity of the moment. His messy, dark hair was tousled just enough to suggest he didn’t care too much about his appearance, and his eyes had a mischievous spark. He wore a casual black hoodie, emblazoned with the logo of some heavy metal band, and ripped jeans that gave him an effortlessly cool vibe.
“Class, this is Bruce, your new classmate,” said Zephyr, the ever-calm teacher, giving a welcoming nod as Bruce stepped further into the room.
Bruce flashed the class a grin, his demeanor relaxed but carrying an undeniable energy. “Yo,” he said, his voice smooth and almost musical, each word rolling off his tongue with ease. “Guess I’m the new guy.”
The students exchanged confused glances, some raising an eyebrow, others looking just a bit skeptical. There was something about Bruce that didn’t quite fit the usual mold. But it wasn’t until Bruce casually slung a guitar case from his back and set it down in the middle of the classroom that the atmosphere changed.
This—this was different.
He wasn’t just some random student. There was an undeniable presence about him that seemed to bend the very air around him. Even the most jaded members of Class K couldn’t help but lean forward, curious.
"Uh, Bruce," Darius spoke up, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "What’s your Catalyst?"
Bruce’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a grin that felt like he was just waiting for this moment. “Well, you could say I have a bit of a... musical talent,” he said, giving the class a wink. "My Catalyst? I can play any instrument, and I can sing any song flawlessly."
A hushed silence fell over the class as the words processed. Then, a few students muttered, almost in disbelief, “Wait, what?”
Bruce didn't waste a second. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his guitar and strummed a few soft, almost casual notes. Immediately, there was a noticeable shift in the air. It felt like the temperature in the room began to rise just a bit, a subtle but unmistakable change. The atmosphere was thickening, building in the strangest way.
Everyone’s breath caught as he hummed a tune under his breath, his fingers dancing over the strings. The next second—BAM!—a bolt of lightning crashed through the window, striking the ground outside with such intensity that it rattled the walls of the classroom. His strum had been calm, barely more than a whisper, but it had carried with it an unmatched power.
The class was frozen, their eyes wide in shock. Bruce, completely unfazed, continued strumming. "High tones bring out the big stuff," he said casually, almost like he was explaining a simple concept. “Fire, lightning, lasers—you name it. You go higher, the power spikes. But, get into the low stuff, the slower beats... that’s when the storm vibes hit.” He paused, a sly grin creeping across his face. "Ice. Poisonous plants. Storms."
There was a beat of silence as the class processed what they had just witnessed. Bruce had literally brought a lightning strike into the classroom with just a couple of guitar strings. And that was only the beginning. The power at his fingertips seemed boundless. The range of abilities he could manipulate, just by adjusting the rhythm or pitch, was staggering.
“I guess it’s a little overwhelming at first,” Bruce said, breaking the silence, his voice dropping to a more casual tone. "But, you get used to it. Just gotta know what song to play, that’s all.”
Krishna’s eyebrow arched, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized Bruce up. “I’ve got to admit,” he said slowly, his voice calm but laced with intrigue, “that was insane. But you’ve got to be careful with that kind of power. Not just for you... but for the rest of us.”
Bruce smirked, clearly unfazed by the gravity of Krishna’s words. “No worries, man,” he replied, setting the guitar down. “I know how to keep it cool... unless I’m feeling the groove. Then, all bets are off.”
The tension in the air settled, but the energy Bruce had unleashed seemed to linger, a quiet hum vibrating through the room. He was no ordinary student, that much was clear. There was something unpredictable about him, something that made the rest of Class K keenly aware that they were about to be tested in a new way.
Bruce took a seat in one of the empty spots, his posture easy and confident. His eyes swept over the class, and there was a sense of calm self-assurance in the way he carried himself. As he looked around, it was clear he was used to attention—but now, he was about to become a part of Class K.
Class K had already dealt with plenty of wild abilities, but Bruce’s musical Catalyst was something else entirely. He was a force of nature, but also a walking chaos machine—a mix of unpredictable power and control.
The students couldn't help but feel that something had shifted. Bruce, the son of Special Method Pro Hero #15, had entered their world. And now, it was just a matter of time before the real chaos began.
Special Method's Rise to #10
The news came like a wave, crashing through Class K's daily routine with startling speed: Special Method had been promoted to #10 in the rankings, surpassing Kuruya. The announcement echoed through the halls of the academy, drawing murmurs and whispers among the students. For most, it was a surprise, but for those who had followed the Hero Ranking closely, it was a reminder of how quickly things could change in the world of Catalysts.
Kuruya sat in his usual spot, his expression unreadable as he processed the news. It wasn’t that he felt threatened—no, not in the least. The truth was, Kuruya had always respected Special Method. The guy had worked tirelessly to get where he was, never relying on flashy displays of power or cheap tricks. He was the definition of an underdog, a hero who had earned every inch of his place at the top.
The students of Class K were talking among themselves, but Kuruya was lost in thought. He knew exactly what this promotion meant—it wasn’t just about numbers or rankings. It was about growth. Special Method had earned his spot, not through brute force or raw power, but through sheer will, relentless training, and strategic mastery of his abilities.
In fact, Kuruya could barely hide his admiration. The last time they had fought, in the Stadium of Pain, Special Method had bested him. It had been a brutal, grueling battle, and at the end of it, Kuruya had been the one on the ground, staring up at the bright lights of the arena in disbelief.
Special Method had taken the fight slowly, methodically—just as he always did. He had known how to read Kuruya’s movements, understanding his every tick and every instinct. And in that final moment, when Kuruya had thrown everything he had into one last desperate attack, Special Method had simply outsmarted him.
The sound of the final blow, when Special Method’s technique connected with Kuruya’s chest, still reverberated in Kuruya’s memory. He had felt it—a sharp, searing pain—but more than that, he had felt the weight of respect for the one who had earned this victory. It had been a hard-fought, painful loss, but in the end, it had been the right outcome.
He didn’t need to be the strongest to know that. He was the primal warrior, a being of raw, instinctual power—but Special Method was the tactician, the strategist who knew how to break down his opponents with cold precision. That was why Kuruya accepted this promotion with grace, even with the sting of defeat still fresh in his mind.
As the announcement settled in, Kuruya stood from his seat, his gaze lingering on the windows. The rain outside had started to fall heavily, and he let out a long breath, exhaling the tension that had been building in his chest.
“The world doesn’t stand still,” he thought, remembering the fight with Special Method. “I’ll keep moving. I’ll keep growing.”
He had accepted the loss, but it didn’t mean he had given up. He had his own goals, his own path, and the Catalyst within him—the Beast—would continue to push him to new heights.
And as for Special Method—well, Kuruya couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He had fought well, and now, he stood proudly at #10 in the ranks, where he belonged.
With a soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips, Kuruya turned back to face the class.
“Guess it’s time to see what the new #10 is capable of,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Class K may have a new challenge ahead of them, but Kuruya? He was already looking forward to the next battle.
Special Method in Battle: Proving Why He’s the #10 Hero
The battlefield was alive with energy. Smoke curled through the air, shattered buildings littered the ground, and the sound of distant explosions echoed from all directions. Class K was observing from a distance, eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them. Special Method, now ranked #10 in the hero rankings, stood in the center of it all, a calm figure in the midst of utter chaos.
Before him stood a group of villains, overconfident and sneering. They thought they had the upper hand—after all, they were facing someone ranked #10. To them, that was just a number. A symbol of the old, “washed-up” heroes. They had no idea who they were messing with.
Special Method didn’t even flinch as the first villain lunged at him, swinging a massive weapon. He didn’t move, didn’t blink—he just raised his hand to the guitar slung across his back.
And then, with a single strum, the world seemed to shift.
The high-pitched sound cut through the air like a knife. The moment the strings reverberated, lightning exploded from the ground, surging toward the villain. A bolt of pure electricity surged out, striking the enemy with the force of a thousand volts, sending him flying backward with a scream.
"High tone," Special Method muttered, his voice almost a whisper.
But that was just the beginning. With the flick of his wrist, he strummed again, this time lower, softer. The shift in the frequency was subtle, but devastating. In an instant, the ground beneath the villains' feet began to freeze. Ice spread in a jagged wave, coating the earth and trapping several of the attackers in a sheet of frost.
"Low tone," Special Method said, his smirk growing as he watched his enemies struggle against the ice.
He took a step forward, the energy of the battle flowing through him like a symphony. One hand raised, he strummed the guitar harder, and the air itself seemed to grow heavy. With another low, thunderous chord, a storm raged overhead, clouds swirling in the sky. Lightning cracked down, crashing into the ground in an unpredictable dance, striking foes at random. A gust of wind surged through the battlefield, carrying with it debris and chaos.
"Seems like it’s my turn," Special Method muttered, his grin widening as his enemies reeled from the storm.
The villains tried to regroup, but before they could make their next move, Special Method’s voice rang out clear and powerful, “This is where it gets fun.”
His fingers danced across the strings. With each note, he switched between the violent, high-energy tones of fire and lightning and the cold, oppressive beats that summoned ice and poisonous plants. The villains couldn’t keep up. The intensity of the battle was overwhelming. Every strum, every vocal note, was a weapon. A force of nature unleashed.
A villain with the ability to control the earth attempted to raise the ground beneath Special Method’s feet, creating a giant wall of rock to trap him. But the moment the villain started his attack, Special Method’s voice shifted, deep and slow, bringing the power of the storm. The ground cracked open with a sharp rumble, and poisonous vines erupted from the earth, constricting around the villain’s limbs, pulling him down into the earth. The wall of rock fell to pieces as Special Method summoned a tidal wave of energy with a final, powerful chord.
The villains were broken. Disorganized. Defeated. And Special Method stood tall in the center of the battlefield, his guitar still in his hands, calm, composed, and unshaken.
Class K, watching from a distance, was in awe. They had heard the stories. They’d seen the numbers. But witnessing it firsthand was an entirely different experience. Special Method wasn’t just a hero because of his powers—he was a master at using them. His musical catalyst made him unpredictable, versatile, and terrifying in battle. He could adapt to any situation, and no one—no one—could predict what he would do next.
Krishna, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke, his voice low and impressed. “Damn… That was brutal. I get it now. That’s why he’s ranked #10.”
Special Method’s face, normally calm, broke into a grin as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Told you it wasn’t just the power. It’s knowing when to play the right song.”
The storm still raged above, and Special Method turned away from the wreckage, his fingers gently strumming the last few notes of his guitar, the sound lingering in the air like a distant echo.
“I’ll show you how it’s done,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. And with that, he vanished into the distance, leaving behind a battlefield now quiet, save for the faint hum of the storm.
He was #10 for a reason. And today, he had proven it, without a doubt.
Bruce and Class K: Chaotic Vibes While Kuruya’s Away
It was another typical day in Class K, or at least it was until Kuruya stood up and announced he had to leave for a general hero meeting. As the door swung closed behind him, the air in the room shifted almost immediately.
Bruce, ever the instigator, leaned back in his seat, grinning like a kid who had just been given a free pass to cause chaos. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, eyeing the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Looks like we’ve got two hours of no supervision. What do you say we spice things up a bit?”
Krishna, who was perched casually at his desk, raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother trying to hide the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, let’s see what happens when a group of unstoppable idiots is left alone for too long," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm but with an undertone of excitement.
Aliyah, who was usually more grounded, let out a low chuckle. "I really hope this doesn’t turn into one of those ‘oh no, we broke the school’ situations again."
But Bruce wasn’t listening to her. He was already flipping his guitar from its case and tuning it with a casual flick of his wrist. “Alright, alright. Since we’re all about that chaos today…” He strummed a few cords, and the room seemed to hum with potential.
“You know what would be perfect right now?” Bruce said, glancing around at the class, his grin widening. “A mosh pit! Get those chaotic energy levels up!”
Mina looked up from her notes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m in,” she said, jumping to her feet. “Let’s do it. I could use a little break from this... academic nonsense.”
Before anyone could protest, Bruce’s fingers started moving across the strings of his guitar, playing the opening chords of a rock anthem. The sound was electric, an adrenaline rush that reverberated through the entire room. The tempo picked up, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more... alive.
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Emma, never one to back down from anything, zipped around the room in an instant, her laughter echoing as she dodged the desks, trying to keep up with the rhythm of Bruce’s performance. “This is so much better than studying,” she shouted, darting between desks.
Suddenly, Sandy, who had been sitting in the back, raised her hand dramatically. “I’ll add some flair to this,” she said, standing up and beginning to chant, the air around her vibrating with a dark energy as she started summoning little glowing objects to dance around her, amplifying the chaotic energy in the room.
Raiden, with a grin that could rival any villain, lifted his hands to the sky. "Oh, no, you didn’t..." he muttered under his breath, and before anyone could blink, a few stray lightning bolts shot across the room, harmlessly zipping around like sparks in a live wire.
“I’ve got the vibe going!” he shouted as the air crackled around him.
“Nice,” Bruce said, turning the volume of his guitar up to eleven, his fingers dancing on the fretboard. “Now let’s get this party REALLY started.”
Before anyone could stop him, Bruce suddenly switched to a faster, higher-pitched song. The room was filled with a surge of heat, as fire whipped up in the air, spiraling around the room. Laser beams zipped through the air, narrowly missing the walls and creating flashes of light with every shot.
Darius, now fully invested in the madness, stood up and clapped his hands. “I’m getting in on this! Who needs a break when you’ve got all this chaos?”
In the blink of an eye, Darius used his hacking skills to reprogram the projector in the room to play some intense visuals, synchronizing the chaotic music with flashing images on the walls, making it feel like a full-on concert rave. The floor vibrated as the bass echoed through the room.
“Now THIS is what I’m talking about!” shouted Kuri, who was already jumping around like she was at a music festival. “Let’s gooooo!”
The sound of Bruce’s guitar filled the space, his strumming steady and relentless, the energy in the room building into something bordering on pure madness.
Anna stepped up, getting caught up in the energy. “I’ve got this,” she said with a smirk. She slammed her hands down onto the floor, sending lava bubbling up from the cracks. The heat surged, creating an intense atmosphere of chaos and wildness. The room was practically a furnace now.
As everyone in the room gave in to the madness, Toki, who usually kept a low profile, stood up and grinned. With a sudden motion, he used his darkness manipulation to summon shadows that twisted and spun around the class, adding to the sense of eerie, chaotic excitement.
“Feeling it yet?” Toki called out, his voice barely audible over the noise, but it carried a tone of pure mischief.
The entire room had erupted into a frenzy. Bruce’s music was the heartbeat of this chaotic storm, and each person brought their unique abilities to the mix. There was lava, lightning, fire, ice, poisonous plants, darkness, and storm all blending together in a cacophony of madness.
Krishna, ever the observer, leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk. “I knew this was going to be bad,” he muttered with a grin. “But it’s honestly kind of impressive.”
Bruce, noticing Krishna’s calm demeanor, smirked. “Hey, Krishna, don’t just sit there. Come join the chaos. We could use some extra brains in this madness.”
Krishna shot him a playful look. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here and watch the show,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
For the next two hours, Class K was nothing short of a wild, chaotic, and completely unhinged mess. There were laughs, shouts, spontaneous battles of energy, and the kind of madness only a class of students with powerful Catalysts could create. And through it all, Bruce’s guitar and voice kept them all on track, guiding them through the storm with pure, unrelenting musical power.
When the door finally opened and Kuruya returned, the room was a complete disaster. Desks were overturned, ice and lava had stained the floor, and every student looked thoroughly exhausted but oddly satisfied.
Kuruya blinked, taking in the scene. “What... happened?”
Krishna leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “You left us for two hours. You really thought it would be peaceful?”
Bruce, standing proudly in the center of the chaos, threw his arms wide. “It was a musical masterpiece, my dude!” he declared with a grin.
Kuruya sighed, rubbing his temples. “I swear… you all are impossible.”
And thus, another wild day in Class K came to a close, leaving behind nothing but pure, unbridled chaos and memories that would last forever.
Kuruya’s Report: Class K is Pure Chaos
Kuruya walked into the Hero Headquarters, still trying to shake off the madness that had unfolded back at the school. As soon as he stepped into the meeting room, a dozen pairs of eyes were on him, waiting for the latest update about his class. They knew things were never quiet with Class K, but what they didn’t realize was just how chaotic things had gotten while he was gone.
He stood at the front of the room, taking a deep breath before he spoke.
“Alright,” Kuruya began, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. “I just spent two hours away from Class K for a general hero meeting, and I swear to the gods, I thought I was going to come back to a disaster zone. And I did.”
There were chuckles from a few of the other heroes, but they quickly quieted as Kuruya continued.
“You all think I’m exaggerating, right? Like, ‘Oh, Kuruya’s just being dramatic,’” he said, his hands gesturing to emphasize his point. “But no, I’m dead serious. I came back to a room that looked like a music festival had collided with an apocalypse. And all I could hear when I walked in was the sound of Bruce’s guitar—which, by the way, has become an actual weapon in his hands.”
Some of the more seasoned heroes exchanged looks, nodding. They knew Bruce had a musical catalyst, but they hadn’t realized the extent of its power.
“So,” Kuruya said, clearly still trying to process what he had walked into. “It started with Bruce—because, of course, it did. He thought it would be a brilliant idea to turn the classroom into some sort of chaotic mosh pit. But it wasn’t just the music.” He paused, trying to pick his words carefully. “We had lightning flying around the room. I mean, lightning—Raiden’s calling out to the skies like he’s Thor. There was lava coming from Anna’s hands, ice storms from Kuri, and even darkness summoned by Toki, like it was an afterthought. I think I saw some laser beams shoot through the air. Laser beams, people.”
The other heroes were staring at him now, half in shock and half in disbelief. A couple of them chuckled, but Kuruya wasn’t done yet.
“Now, you’d think the chaos would end there, right? Wrong. Sandy started summoning glowing objects to dance in the air—dancing glowing objects, people—and Mina, I swear, she turned into a whirlwind, just spinning around the room, full of chaotic energy. And don’t even get me started on Krishna. He was just sitting back, watching all this, laughing like he was some kind of spectator at a circus. That kid knows exactly how to make everything worse by doing absolutely nothing.”
A few heroes burst out laughing at the thought of Krishna’s calm, calculated demeanor amid the madness. But Kuruya wasn’t quite done yet.
“By the time I got back, every desk was overturned. There was lava on the floor. And the whole place—the whole place—looked like a battle had just gone down.” He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “I swear to you, if it wasn’t for Bruce’s music, I think they would’ve gone full-on apocalyptic on each other. It’s like they thrive in chaos.”
At that, a few of the other heroes laughed, nodding knowingly. Special Method, who had been listening quietly, raised a hand.
“Sounds like they’ve got their own unique way of blowing off steam,” he said, his tone more amused than anything. “But at least they’re not too destructive, right?”
Kuruya shot him a look. “Oh, yeah, totally. It was all contained—except for the part where the roof almost came down from the storm Raiden summoned. No big deal.”
Laughter echoed around the room as the heroes realized just how wild Class K’s dynamic really was.
“I swear, I’m going to need a vacation after today,” Kuruya muttered under his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Two hours. Two hours, and that’s what I come back to.”
Bruce’s voice suddenly echoed in Kuruya’s head. ‘Hey, Kuruya! You missed the best part!’
Kuruya grimaced. “I don’t even want to know…”
Special Method, now ranking at #10, leaned back in his chair, his face grinning with a knowing expression. “It seems like Class K’s got their own rhythm—chaotic, sure—but effective. Maybe they’re not as wild as we think. Just… unconventional.”
Kuruya let out a long exhale, leaning back into his chair. “I guess... maybe I should stop being surprised. It’s Class K. I’m sure tomorrow will bring another wild day, and I’ll somehow be less prepared than the last.”
“Yep,” said Special Method, a slight smile curling at his lips. “But hey, you can’t say it’s boring with them. Maybe we could all learn something from their chaos.”
Kuruya shot him a tired look, already imagining the next day’s madness. “Yeah, maybe,” he muttered. "If we survive the next two hours, I’ll call it a win."
The room burst into laughter again, but Kuruya’s mind was already racing, trying to mentally prepare for whatever disaster would befall him next time Class K was left to their own devices.
One thing was for sure: Class K would never, ever be boring.
Class K Chaos Part 2
It was another typical day in Class K—if you could call it typical, considering the events that usually unfolded in this room. The air was already thick with energy, and the students were milling about, doing their usual mix of reckless activities. Bruce, as always, was sitting by the window with his guitar, strumming random chords and humming like he was composing some epic soundtrack to their daily chaos.
“Yo, check it out!” Bruce suddenly called out, his voice making everyone stop mid-activity. “I’ve got a new tune that’ll make the walls shake!”
Class K collectively groaned but knew better than to try and stop him. Bruce had a habit of doing whatever the hell he wanted, and somehow, it always turned into a spectacle. Kuruya had warned them countless times about what could happen if Bruce got too carried away, but no one ever listened.
Aliyah was the first to stand up, stretching her arms above her head. “This can’t end well,” she muttered, already moving toward the back of the room to give herself some space.
“Don’t worry, Aliyah. If anything explodes, we’ll just blame Bruce,” Krishna said with a dry chuckle, not even glancing up from his textbook. He had this uncanny ability to find amusement in the chaos without ever actually participating in it.
Bruce flashed a smirk and strummed his guitar again, this time a little harder. The room hummed with energy, and everyone could feel the vibrations starting to intensify.
“Alright, alright!” Bruce yelled, “Let’s turn it up a notch!”
And with that, he launched into a high-pitched riff, his fingers flying across the strings. Instantly, the room was engulfed in a storm of crackling electricity. Raiden, who had been quietly reading a comic book in the corner, snapped to attention, standing up quickly as he felt the surge of power crackle in the air.
Before anyone could react, the entire room lit up with lightning. It arced across the walls, sparking off the ceiling, and for a brief moment, it felt like they were standing in the middle of a thunderstorm. The lights flickered, buzzing with the intensity of Bruce’s tune. The windows rattled as if they were going to shatter under the weight of the sonic wave Bruce had unleashed.
“Damn it, Bruce! Again?!” Raiden shouted, trying to keep the lightning from hitting anything important.
But Bruce was grinning like a maniac. “Oh, come on! It’s fun!” he called out over the crackling noise, the energy sparking off him like a human lightning rod. “Just feel the beat!”
Kuri, who had been silently watching from his seat, raised his hand lazily. “I think we might need to switch to lower tones before everything melts, Bruce,” he said dryly, his eyes narrowing in warning. He was already tapping his fingers on the desk, preparing for the incoming storm.
Bruce’s grin didn’t fade as he shifted the tune, lowering the pitch of the guitar. The lightning began to die down, but the temperature in the room began to plummet. The air grew cold, unnaturally cold, and a swirling gust of wind whipped through the room, rattling papers and knocking over a few chairs. The walls began to frost over, a layer of ice creeping up the windows.
“Ugh, not again,” Kuri groaned, watching the frost climb over the glass. He pushed his chair back as the cold air intensified. “This is exactly why we can’t have nice things. One minute, it’s a lightning storm, the next minute, we’re stuck in the Arctic.”
“Chill, Kuri,” Bruce said, still strumming his guitar. “I’m just finding the vibe.”
But things weren’t just freezing over—they were rapidly spiraling into full-blown chaos. Toki’s shadow manipulation kicked in as the darkness around them seemed to grow deeper, almost consuming the entire room. Her eyes flashed with excitement. “I’ll add some flavor to this,” she whispered, and the lights dimmed further.
“Seriously?” Kuri said, rolling his eyes. “This is like a nightmare in here.”
Mina, unable to contain herself, let out a high-pitched squeal as she jumped up. “I’ll make it a dance party!” she shouted, summoning a gust of wind that sent papers flying around the room. The whirlwind grew, sucking in desks, chairs, and random objects as it spun out of control. A few books flew right out of the windows.
Aliyah, already in the back corner, narrowed her eyes as a thick cloud of poisonous plants began to sprout from the floor. Vines crawled up the walls, tangling with the cables and knocking over a plant pot or two. "What did I tell you about this?" she muttered. “I’m literally being attacked by my own abilities.”
“Hey, don't look at me,” Anna said, shrugging as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. Lava from her hands sizzled as it dripped onto the floor, melting through the carpet. “It’s not like I’m actively contributing to this disaster.”
“Technically,” Bruce called out over the chaos, “you kinda are, Anna. Your lava’s just the right touch for this crazy mess!”
The temperature in the room fluctuated wildly between icy cold and volcanic heat. The students were all running around, trying to avoid being scorched or frozen to the floor. Kuriya’s voice echoed in Krishna’s head: What the hell did I miss this time?
The class was a complete disaster. Not even two hours of peace before they descended into full-blown chaos. Kuruya could only shake his head as he prepared for yet another round of hero-induced madness that he was powerless to stop.
“Well,” Krishna said from the back of the room, his eyes glinting with mischief, “looks like it’s time for me to just… watch this trainwreck.”
Toki’s shadow enveloped the ceiling now. The lights flickered off completely. “Now it’s a party.”
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Fame and Recognition: Bruce is driven by the need to carve out his own name in the world of heroes. Growing up under the shadow of his father's reputation as a Special Method Pro Hero, Bruce feels the pressure to prove he’s not just another “son of a famous hero.” His drive for fame stems from the need for recognition, wanting to be seen as an individual, distinct from his father’s legacy. However, he also seeks the approval of his father, who is distant and often too absorbed in his own world to offer much support.
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Money: Bruce sees money not just as wealth, but as a means to build his own empire. He knows that fame and power come with lucrative rewards, and with those rewards, he can create his own path. Money represents his desire for control and security — he craves stability and the ability to support his ambitions without being tethered to his father’s shadow.
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Legacy of His Father’s Special Method: Bruce's father is a legendary figure known for his extraordinary, methodical approach to combat. Bruce feels the weight of his father’s legacy on his shoulders, knowing that everyone expects him to live up to it. His father's abilities were tied to his precision, planning, and the strategic application of his methods, but Bruce’s approach is more about expressing himself through the power of music. Still, he feels a constant need to bridge the gap between his own talents and his father’s monumental footsteps. The notion of “generational power” keeps him striving, even when it’s unclear if his path will truly align with his father’s.
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Generational Power: Bruce's Catalyst, tied to music and emotional expression, presents him as an entirely different type of hero compared to his father’s mechanical, strategic style. He struggles with the tension between the generational expectations of power — which is often passed down from father to son in the world of heroes — and the desire to forge a path unique to him. Bruce’s power isn’t based on combat prowess or control but on creativity and resonance, making him a symbol of evolving heroism in a world where tradition often dictates strength.
Bruce is more than just a prodigy living in his father’s shadow. Beneath the surface, there is a deep inner conflict that defines him. His carefree attitude and confidence often mask feelings of inadequacy and uncertainty. While he exudes the air of a person who has it all figured out, his motivations are rooted in a mix of desire for approval and the fear of not living up to the expectations placed on him.
He is a mixture of self-assuredness and vulnerability. On one hand, he believes in the power of individuality and artistic expression; on the other, he feels the suffocating pressure to conform to the legacy of his father's special methods. Bruce is constantly seeking balance between being true to himself and making the choices others expect of him. His emotional struggles often manifest in his powers, where his music can either heal or destroy, mirroring the internal tug-of-war between his potential for greatness and his fear of failure.
His relationships with others in Class K — particularly those who have more straightforward powers — are colored by this dynamic. Bruce finds it hard to trust people, afraid that they might see him as just another legacy hero or someone who hasn’t earned his place in the spotlight. This insecurity leads him to occasionally push people away, or even sabotage relationships to ensure that no one can outshine him, especially when he starts doubting his abilities.
The fact that his Catalyst is musical — something inherently expressive and personal — further complicates Bruce's emotional journey. Music can communicate the deepest human feelings, and Bruce’s songs represent his emotional state. Sometimes, his emotions leak through his music in uncontrollable ways, especially in times of stress or self-doubt, resulting in powerful, unpredictable effects. This vulnerability, if exploited, could tear him apart.
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Youth: Bruce represents the vibrant, untamed potential of youth, where there is still room for growth and self-discovery. He embodies the unfiltered energy of someone learning to navigate the world around them. While he’s accomplished a lot and is incredibly powerful, his journey is still unfolding, and that sense of potential is ever-present.
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Innocence: Despite his confidence, Bruce retains an innocence about the world. He holds on to the belief that things can be easy if you just put your heart into them — which sometimes leads him to ignore the complexities of life, making him na?ve in certain situations. This innocence often contrasts with the dark, harsh realities of being a hero, where sacrifices are inevitable.
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Confidence: Bruce’s outward confidence is a major part of his personality. He carries himself with charisma, believing in his power and abilities. This confidence is reflected in his musical performances, where his control over sound waves and energy becomes an expression of his belief in himself. However, underneath the bravado, there’s always a lurking fear of failure and not living up to expectations.
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Importance of Loving Yourself: One of Bruce’s core themes is the journey to self-acceptance. He might be outwardly confident, but deep down, he struggles with comparing himself to others, particularly his father. Bruce’s powers — his voice, his music — are not just tools for battle but also forms of self-expression and identity. His character arc is about learning to embrace who he is, not as the son of his father, but as Bruce, with his own dreams, flaws, and aspirations. The more he learns to love himself, the more powerful he becomes, unlocking the true potential of his Catalyst.
Bruce’s journey will be about reconciling the different parts of himself — the legacy of his father, his desire for independence, and his need to love and accept himself. The music he creates will symbolize this delicate balance, embodying both his light and dark sides, his hopes and fears. Ultimately, Bruce’s power will be strongest when he fully embraces his uniqueness and stops trying to fit into the molds created for him by others.