Sandman in MHA

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*Sighs* 

'Morning already?' He questioned himself, still on the bed too lazy to pick himself up. 'Why can't I have a day off from training?' He began murmuring as he forced himself up from his bed and did his morning routine. 

He ran downstairs seeing his mother dishing his breakfast at the dining table and greeted his mom while taking his seat.

"Mom. I believe you should be named the world's greatest chef." While enjoying his delectable meal, he said.

"Aww. Thank you sweetheart!" Mom flustered at the word of Yuta and thanked him sincerely.

"So how is your martial art training going with Mr. Isshin?" The mom asked.

Yuta snubbed his mom as he took the last portion of his breakfast and said a quick 'Itadakimatsu'.

"Yes mom. My martial art training has been progressing for a while now." Yuta replied.

"That's good to know. So how about the other kids? Do you cope with them outside of training?"

"Sure mom! They helped me perfect my combat stance and we all shared stories amongst ourselves. They told me how long they've been training at Isshin sensei's dojo and how Isshin scolded them at the very start they started learning martial arts." Yuta explained with a smile on his face.

"Awwn, that's good to hear and I'm glad you made some martial arts friends you can share your stories with." Mom spoke.

"Thanks mom."

"You seem to have grown up just as much as I anticipated." Mom said, "Well,That's quite admirable of you, son. You should always follow your heart if you believe it would help you and avoid being tricked by individuals." Mom added.

"Sure mom." He said.

"So, get going for your training since today is your last day at Isshin's dojo." Mom pushed him.

"Alright mom, I love you." Yuta waved as he exited the house.

"Love you too." Mom said while waving him off.

Yuta took a taxi down to the train station and bought his tickets and boarded the train. The train rode for some while and got to his destination. He stood up from his seat and exited the train and made his way down to the dojo's.

Getting there he stood for a second to calm himself down and walked inside the dojo greeting everyone sincerely.

"Good Morning everyone." Yuta said his greetings.

"Goodmorning Yuta." Everyone exclaimed back to him happily as he went to change into his doji training uniform.

He started with a few light stretches and began jogging around the dojo until Isshin was present.

"Settle down young martial artists." Isshin ordered as he came inside the dojo. Everyone stood still waiting for what their sensei had to say.

"Today, as Yuta graduates from this dojo, he will either go on to become a martial artist, hero, or villain. We are pleased to have someone with your level of bravery and guts. You've demonstrated courage for us, so I hope you apply what you've learnt here for the greater good.." Isshin made his announcement as everyone applauded him. "So let's welcome our brother here to speak on whatever he has to say." He added.

Yuta walked up to the front where Isshin was standing as he cleared his throat and bowed down to the audience before speaking.

"To my fellow young talented martial artists here, I hereby say a very big thanks for what you guys have taught me, the stories we shared, the fun times and also the tough time training and dueling with each other. Today I will be leaving this great dojo and sharing my experience with the outside world and also wish to take my martial art training and experience further. So from the depth of my heart and to Isshin sensei, I want to say a big thank you for this amazing chance you gave me." Yuta paid his respect to everyone.

"Come over here, Yuta." Isshin ordered as Yuta ran towards him. "So what will you do after this?"Isshin asked again but this time privately.

"I really wish to take my experience and martial art further. I wish to know and learn more about martial arts." Yuta spoke respectfully.

"Then if you wish to know more about martial arts I can direct you to an old man of mine who can sharpen your skills but if he doesn't find any potential in you, you'll be kicked out." He became serious as Yuta grin widened to see what kind of monster awaits him.

"Sure, I wish to meet him." Yuta replied.

"Then take this and email him whenever you're ready." Isshin gave out his old man's email to Yuta.

"Thank you sensei." He bowed respectfully and exited the dojo to see what kind of monster he's been referred to….

Yuta left the dojo with his belongings and went to his solace to train more about his quirk. 

Yuta began with a breathing exercise to center his mind and sync his movements with the rhythm of the sand. He spread his legs into a balanced stance and slowly raised his arms, commanding the grains of sand to rise and mirror his movements.

"Control is the key," he muttered. His sensei's words echoed in his mind: "Without control, power is just chaos."

The sand formed tendrils around his arms, moving as if part of his body. He transitioned into basic punches and kicks, making the sand replicate the arcs of his strikes. Each jab was accompanied by a sharp flick of a sand whip, and every kick followed through with a sweeping crescent of sand. At first, the sand lagged, its movements slightly offbeat.

"No, flow with me," Yuta growled, focusing harder. He adjusted his movements to be smoother, imagining the sand as an extension of his muscles. Soon, the lag disappeared, and the sand moved in perfect harmony with him.

Yuta shifted to more advanced techniques, focusing on combining the fluidity of his quirk with the hard, explosive power of martial arts. He executed a spinning roundhouse kick, releasing a spiral of sand mid-motion. The attack created a vortex that could disorient an opponent.

Next, he practiced grappling techniques. He crouched low and mimicked pulling an opponent off-balance, commanding the sand to coil around an invisible foe's legs. The sand formed thick cords, tightening as he visualized immobilizing his target. He leapt forward, transitioning into a palm strike, and the sand shot forward like a battering ram.

His body ached from the repetition, but he pushed on. He needed these movements to become the world's strongest.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Yuta moved to defensive techniques. He surrounded himself with a sphere of sand, leaving just enough visibility to monitor his surroundings. As he shadowboxed within the sphere, he practiced redirecting incoming "attacks" by shifting the sand barrier.

He imagined an enemy throwing a punch. With a sharp motion, he directed the sand to deflect the blow, then followed up by sending a spike of sand toward his imagined assailant.

"Defense isn't just about blocking," he reminded himself. "It's about creating openings."

Yuta envisioned an opponent closing in for a grapple. He dispersed his sand barrier into a wide cloud, blinding his enemy. Using the distraction, he lunged forward, performing an elbow strike and commanding the sand to follow with a crushing wave.

To refine his quirk further, Yuta set up small targets around the training field—stones balanced on wooden poles. He stood in the center, eyes closed, and raised his hands.

The sand moved as an extension of his awareness, weaving through the air toward the targets. He flicked his wrist, and a tendril of sand shot forward, knocking the first stone off its perch. A second flick, and another stone fell.

His movements grew faster, each strike accompanied by a sharp exhale. By the time he opened his eyes, all the stones had been knocked down.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Yuta collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving. The field bore the marks of his efforts—craters, scattered sand, and shattered poles. He gazed at the sky, a sense of pride swelling within him.

"I'm getting there," he said softly. "But there's still more to learn."

Yuta knew that integrating his sand quirk with martial arts would take time and discipline. Every punch, kick, and grain of sand needed to work in harmony. But he also knew that with each day of training, he was becoming stronger—not just in body, but in mind.

And one day, he would be unstoppable.