I Will Not Give Up My Ambition || Chise

Ryouta had been minding his own business inspecting the students. At some point he lit a cigarette, but as it so often happened he couldn't even remember when. It had become one of those habits you picked up in the military without even realizing it. Many people thought soldiers smoked just to smoke, but oftentimes it was a much bigger issue than that. A coping mechanism it was, if the lieutenant were to be painfully honest. But then again it was a coping mechanism for shit he'd seen a long, long time ago. Now it really was nothing more than a simple habit. He smirked at the thought; his lungs probably hated him so damn much.

These thoughts were the ones he was woken from when a girl had called out to him. Blinking with a little surprise, blue eyes looked down to meet the shorter and younger female, blinking several times to try and figure out what she wanted from him. The girl was clearly one of the students who was supposed to be here to train - he recognized that simply by how out of place she seemed. Listening to her words, the blond lieutenant exhaled a puff of smoke before he fixed the green camo bandanna on his head. A small smile spread across his face, "Yep. You're in the right place, kid. What type of training are you looking for? I'm sure I can point you in the right direction."

Thinking he should probably elaborate, he hummed to himself lowly, "Well, for starters we have the group of kids training over there. Simple spars and such. Then we have some working on weights. Others learning gun play, then knives and the like. With a quirk or without, we can pretty much entertain any whim you have. So hit me, how can I help?"

One hand in his pants' pocket, another fishing out the cigarette from in between his lips, the Lieutenant casually listened to the younger girl speak, occasionally offering a nod to her words. Huh, she seemed... he couldn't exactly put his finger on it but the girl too strongly came across as having no confidence in herself. That wasn't something he had never encountered, but it was definitely a surprise. Sure, he knew that people came in all shapes, sizes and mentalities, but it was his primary assumption that most of them had the right idea if they wanted to become these Heroes Kobayashi had spoken so highly about. Granted, Ryuusei had been an outlier, but the kid was just lost. Hopefully so was this girl.

Continuing to listen as she trailed off, Ryouta was already coming up with idea upon idea as to how to best aid this girl in whatever she was looking for. For the Lieutenant's part, he had always been one to value his team's growth. If one singular piece of a squad was able to increase the levels of their performance, that would work better for the cohesiveness of the team. When individual strengths were brought together, they managed to compliment one another. And the stronger those individuals were, the stronger a squad would be as a unit. That was his firm belief. And he often came across as borderline relentless as he tried to train his men. Surely he wouldn't go all out with this girl as he would with the privates under his command, but he could at the very least give her the foundations she seemed to so desperately lack.

"Right... first of all, can you show and explain to me your quirk?" He said, his tone friendly yet also inquisitive. There was no such thing as something that didn't aid in battle. No matter what it was, in a life or death scenario anything could be useful. He had learned that the hard way. "Then we can try narrowing down what you need and can do, yeah?"

Humming to himself, the Lieutenant listened to the fidgety girl speak. Her quirk was indeed... peculiar. But it was definitely not something to be ashamed about. Maybe it was the typical type of teenage skepticism and shame that made her distrust her ability this much. Then again, people without an extra abilities have achieved so damn much in the past. There was no reason to believe that this girl couldn't do this either. And her ability? It seemed like she had the answer to it herself - and undercover operative would be able to utilize such an ability to incredibly dangerous degrees. Sabotage and espionage was something that would be made exponentially easier by having the ability of copying someone's voice. A voice was a dangerous weapon to have.

"Alright, I understand. But first, come here," he waved to her, expecting her to follow him as he made to a random table set to the side of the training area. Sitting down, he expected the girl to sit down on the chair opposite of him. Leaning back, he inhaled from his cigarette. It was time to begin the usual routine before he accepted a student. "Right, so. My name's Lieutenant Ryouta Hideaki. It's a pleasure to meet you. Before we begin, I need to straighten a few things out. So, tell, me... why did you decide to join Yuuei?" He asked, his eyes betraying interest. The one habit he would never let go of when trying to train someone knew was to get to know them better; to understand their motivations, their drive, their reason for doing the things that they did. Every person had a fire within them that kept pushing them forward, and every single time the blond Lieutenant had made it his mission to fan the flame. Oftentimes he didn't even need to do anything; the people under his command much too often found the drive to push themselves to their limits and beyond by themselves. A girl in the hero school? He was sure it would be the same with her, regardless of how big of a lack of confidence she had.

General studies, huh? Ryouta thought, a brow raised as he watched her curiously. He had been informed ahead of time about this entire endeavor the military had decided to undertake and allow the students of the new hero school to get some training in with them. It was nothing more than a publicity stunt from the military's side of things, really - a way to prove that not all of them were pieces of shit, apparently. Internally, he snorted at the thought. More than a few soldiers in the military here could be considered goons, to be completely honest. In which case, the lieutenant was told very early on that he'd be overseeing quite a few hero trainees in the hopes of giving them some pointers. In the same light, the military - especially the R&D sector - wanted to get more data on quirk usage, how they grow and develop. And, most of all, how to counter-act them. In his rational mind, that wasn't a bad idea. And the way they went about getting this data wasn't all that bad either. Cultivating the next generation was nothing but ambitious and smart thinking. Then again, the blond soldier was positive that this data would be used for malicious purposes as well. The thought made him want to punch something.

At the very least he was sure that nobody under his tutelage would get that kind of treatment. Not while he was around, at least.

Lieutenant Hideaki Ryouta was aware of three classes and several key students from said classes that were worth paying extra attention to. First of all there was 1-A. Now that was a bunch that he had been told he should keep special attention to. Not so much because they were strong but because of the very strange dynamic they had with each other. Both chaotic and cooperative in some very strange ways, as his comrade Kobayashi had told him. First there was their class president, Rinkusu Kurama - a girl whose quirk could allow her to control the blood in her veins to very effective degrees. As far as he'd been told, the girl was kind and caring, always putting herself in a position to be able to help those in her class and in other classes. Though he had also been informed that recent events had been... less than kind to the girl. What he had also been told was that there was one very specific individual who had been helping Miss Kurama through that. Jasmine Noir, the American exchange student who had carved her name into Yuuei through some rather... explosive and boneheaded means. One of the more notable individuals in the school altogether, the Noir girl was one whose development seemed to be quite the interesting sight. There were definitely others in that class that interested him, such as his personal charge Ryuusei Igarashi or the quite unstable brit Maximillian Kane, but those two girls were the ones to keep their attention on. Heck, the two of them got numbers one and two in the school ladder respectively. 

1-B had personalities like Lani Bijan, Elise von Eisenberg and Tetsuko Shindou. All three girls had displayed a modicum of very different abilities that could be very useful in a fight. Miss Bijan had already proven herself in the unfortunate circumstances that plagued the circus that had arrived at Musutafu quite recently. He had read the reports of that catastrophe quite a few times and he couldn't lie - capturing the main perp of that whole charade was quite the stunt. Then there was the Germanic girl. While her skills with firearms were quite fearsome considering how quickly she's been developing under his old comrade's tutelage, her borderline unhealthy interest in them and a practical lack of fear of the trigger-pull was... alarming. It was something he hoped to fix in the coming days. The swordbearer, seemingly Elise's 'muse,' had also come as quite the interesting specimen. He hadn't seen much from the sword-wielding girl but he was sure that she and Elise could make quite the deadly combination.

And then the last class he was told about. 1-C. The simple idea of that class made him want to chuckle. Wildlings and delinquents, the lot of them. The two people who he was told to pay extra attention to were Yumi Tasukai - the girl that apparently came across as quite electrifying in more ways than one. Apparently public decency wasn't a term in her vocabulary, or so he had seen in one of her excursions within the military offered training regimes. Then again, her quirk, while quite unstable, was quite an interesting sight to see when she was wearing that protective suit of hers. And then there was Daimon Darren. Kobayashi had told the lieutenant quite a few things about him, especially when he and Miss Noir were contending for whatever it was they fought over. The kid could be quite competitive. Stupid in many ways, quite resourceful in others, the Aussie was clearly one of the people you didn't want to sleep on.

But General Studies? General Studies was a class he wasn't told much about. And it was at this very moment, as he spoke with Chise, he realized why. No, it wasn't because they were supposedly weak or some other nonsense like that. No, it was because the military itself didn't think much of them. And that was the whole crux of the problem. How were these kids supposed to develop when even their superiors were looking down on them?

"Alright, I think I understand where you're coming from, Chise," the blond lieutenant addressed her in a casual manner, offering her a small smile. "The other schools hadn't accepted you. Don't ask me why, the educational system we have here in Japan escapes me. The way they make decisions is borderline stupid. But... but. There's always a but," he said his smile only widening, "Yuuei must have seen something in you, right? Kobayashi isn't as stupid as he looks, kiddo. He must have noticed something that nobody else could. So keep your chin up. Things are never as bad as you think they are."

"So, training. I'm prepared to offer you quite a few regimens and exercises, but before that... how do you see yourself as a fighter? Physical? Ranged? Blades? Guns? Just... picture yourself on the battlefield, yeah? What's the first image that comes to mind? What seems most natural?"

Dauwz 21x2= 42
Chise 15x2= 30

poor Chise~ I was looking forward to her training~