My Hero Academia: Thunder God

"Is this for real? Villains nowadays rely on acting skills to make a living? How are professional actors in the film and TV industry supposed to compete with that?" Kaminari muttered to himself, stunned by what had just transpired.

"What should we do, Kaminari?! Pikachu's been captured!" Kyoka asked anxiously.

"Hmm, if you change 'Kaminari' to 'Denki,' I think your sentence would sound exactly like what someone in the anime says every time Team Rocket catches Pikachu," Kaminari joked casually, showing no signs of concern.

"Hey! Now's not the time to be joking around!" Kyoka shouted in frustration.

"Pikachu!!!"

Before Kyoka could say more, a dazzling golden light accompanied by the crackle of electricity burst in from outside the train. Screams followed immediately after.

The next second, a yellow figure leaped back through the gap in the carriage. Pikachu landed effortlessly on Kaminari's shoulder, making him smile.

"See? It's back."

"…"

The rapid turn of events left Kyoka speechless. She didn't know how to process what had just happened.

"Pikachu isn't some ordinary little creature. In terms of combat ability, it's stronger than many third-rate Heroes," Kaminari explained casually, finally giving some context to his earlier calm.

And if things escalated, he still had the "golden Pokéballs" at his waist. Even top-tier Heroes might struggle to deal with them.

At that moment, the three attackers who had been flung from the carriage reappeared. Among them was the fat man with actor-level skills, who somehow remained unscathed compared to the other two.

"Pikachu, call the authorities first," Kaminari said, his expression turning cold as he noticed them returning. He then turned to Kyoka. "Step back a little."

"I know," Kyoka replied, recognizing that Kaminari was angry. She obediently moved a few meters away.

"Listen, kid," said the man in black, who appeared to be the leader. His body glowed faintly with purple light as he glared at Kaminari. "As long as you hand over Pikachu, we won't hurt you. But it seems you've forced our hand."

"Give it up willingly, or we'll take it by force. But if we do, you'll have to pay the price," added the scarred man with blade-like arms.

Kaminari stared at them silently for a moment before finally speaking. "You guys… you're Team Rocket, aren't you?"

"Team Rocket?!"

The three villains froze, clearly confused by the out-of-place question. Two of them had no idea what he was talking about.

"Wait… now that you mention it, our behavior is kind of like Team Rocket's!" the fat man suddenly exclaimed, rubbing his belly and laughing.

"How about we get Team Rocket uniforms for next time, boss?"

"Shut up!" the leader barked, his expression full of exasperation. "Can you be serious for one second? We're in the middle of a robbery!"

"Alright then," Kaminari said, his tone chilling. "If that's how it is, none of you are leaving."

Without hesitation, Kaminari reached for his waist, pulling out a golden Pokéball. With a swift motion, he threw it into the air.

"Go, Beedrill!"

"Wait, is there really a Beedrill in there?" the fat man asked, his face lighting up with anticipation.

"…" The leader with the purple glow groaned, visibly irritated.

"That's enough!" the scarred man snapped at the fat man before warily eyeing the Pokéball as it burst open mid-air.

"This… this is…"

The trio's leader stared in shock as six massive Beedrill, each over a meter tall, appeared in the air.

"Wow! They're really Beedrill!" the fat man shouted, his expression filled with delight. But his face quickly darkened, and he turned to Kaminari with a look of accusation. "Hey! That's cheating!"

"…What?" Kaminari asked, thoroughly confused. Kyoka and some of the passengers behind her couldn't help but look over, curious about what he'd say next.

"Don't you know that a Pokéball is supposed to hold only one Pokémon?" the fat man said with a tone of disdain, as if Kaminari were the ignorant one.

"…"

Kaminari was at a loss for words, while Kyoka burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation—paired with the fat man's dramatic complaints—was too much for her.

"If you get arrested, I'll send you some Pokémon comics," Kaminari muttered dryly.

"Really? Thank you so much!" the fat man replied earnestly, his mood doing a complete 180.

"…" The scarred man glared at him.

"Boss, are we actually going to fight or not?!" the leader hissed through gritted teeth. The fat man was ruining the atmosphere entirely.

But Kaminari didn't wait for their response. He gave a quick order: "Beedrill, use random attacks to drive them out of the carriage!"

The Beedrill immediately darted forward, their long, golden stingers gleaming dangerously as they aimed for the three attackers.

"What do we do, boss?!" shouted the scarred man, using his blade-like arms to fend off the Beedrill's attacks.

"If he's trying to force us out, it means he's trying to avoid further damage to the carriage. So we're staying right here!" the leader responded with a smirk.

"Fatty, charge!"

"Got it!"

The fat man moved to the front, his massive body tanking the Beedrill's attacks effortlessly as he pushed forward toward Kaminari. The other two followed closely behind him.

"This fat guy isn't taking any damage?" Kaminari muttered, his golden eyes narrowing as he began analyzing the fat man's Quirk.

"Hehe, trying to figure me out? Fine, I'll tell you!" the fat man said proudly as he swatted a Beedrill aside. "My Quirk is called Immunity. It makes me immune to all harm!"

While he didn't reveal his Quirk's limitations, his boastful tone made it clear he took pride in his ability.

"Immunity… that's definitely a top-tier tank Quirk," Kaminari mused, raising an eyebrow.

But he knew that fighting here wasn't ideal. The carriage was already taking damage, and most of the passengers had fled to another compartment, leaving only Kyoka behind.

"Alright then. Time to move this fight outside."

Kaminari reached for his waist again, pulling out two more golden Pokéballs. But this time, instead of summoning anything specific, the Pokéballs unleashed a massive wave of golden sand.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Are you serious?!"

The golden sand surged forward, sweeping the trio out of the carriage and into the open air. Before they could crash to the ground, the leader used his telekinetic abilities to keep them afloat.

"Ah, so your Quirk is telekinesis?"

The trio looked up to see Kaminari standing atop the golden sand, gazing down at them. Next to him were Kyoka and Pikachu, the latter perched on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, the Shinkansen continued speeding toward Shizuoka Prefecture, now free of any combatants.

"Professional Heroes will be here in four minutes," Kaminari said coldly. "So, you have two choices: defeat me and take what you want, or escape before they arrive. Otherwise, you're going straight to a cell."

Golden sand began spreading out in all directions, gradually forming a barrier around the trio. Kaminari's presence, surrounded by the swirling sand, exuded a sense of overwhelming power.

"Damn it…" The leader clenched his fists, realizing the odds weren't in their favor.

But the fat man remained unfazed, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Hey, release those Beedrill again! Even if I get arrested, I'll have fought Pokémon! That's a story worth telling!"

"Want me to summon something stronger?" Kaminari asked dryly.

"Please!" the fat man said eagerly.

"…" Kyoka.

"…" The scarred man and the leader.

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