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The plain looking boy--who seemed to have some kind of purple ball of light floating around him, before it disappeared into his backpack--added onto Kenichi's answer, but the bluenette had no idea what a Faraday Cage was or how it could interact with an EMP. Mamoru asked if the pulse would be harmless to a person, and Kenichi realized he didn't know the answer to that either. People's brains and hearts emitted electricity to some extent, didn't they? Wasn't that why things like pacemakers and MRI scans existed? The blind girl's answer was interesting, though--she could even tell from its sound that it wasn't armed. Of course, it obviously wouldn't be armed in the classroom, Kenichi realized. But still, if her other senses were that developed, she might not need a Quirk to get around.

But Arsenal explained that the smaller, round device wasn't a true EMP; the real thing was longer and more oblong. The small one was an electroshock grenade. It could fry electronics too, but the primary purpose of its discharge was to shock an enemy into submission. If it was that powerful, though, it probably had a much shorter range of effect, so it wouldn't be as useful as an EMP when disabling technology unless there was something clustered in a tight area. Kenichi sighed. Even when he thought he knew what he was talking about, other folks knew more and on top of that he turned out to be wrong.

[i]Brainy types will always beat dumb brawn.[/i]

But before he could get depressed again, two latecomers entered and drew his attention. He recognized the gloomy girl from 1-A, but didn't know the other guy. They had...an odd similarity between them, for some reason. Arsenal launched into the syllabus in more detail and Kenichi tried to remember everything he said--after all, the weapons still made him nervous even if they were under strict supervision. All it would take was something like that grenade going off by accident...

[i]"We have just lost contact with Yoshida-san's crew; we have incoming reports that the explosion you saw there was a roadside IED...We want to assure our audience, and Yoshida-san's family, that we're doing everything we can--"[/i]

As Arsenal moved the class to the gymnasium, however, Kenichi once again marveled at the state of the art systems Komei had. It wasn't quite on the level of that fake city UA had set up for their entrance exams, but still it was clear this was a top of the line establishment. Everyone else was equally impressed, and unlike Kenichi the numerous gadgets didn't seem to make them nervous at all. Mamoru, and then the blind girl and the other one, all headed into the simulation training with robots. Reina, Acion, and that other new guy were hanging out in the armory. The blank-looking fellow was asking Arsenal about the firearms.

Kenichi looked over at the weight racks. If nothing else, he could do that--Squatz n' Oatz, as they said. That was really the only thing he could do to improve his Quirk, out of all this available equipment...But L Guardian and the others had said he needed to use his brain, not just his muscles. Kenichi rubbed his right shoulder--the same arm he'd nearly shattered fighting against Fumika--self-consciously. Then, setting his frowning face into a more serious line, he too approached Arsenal.

"Arsenal-sensei, I'm not really interested in [i]using[/i] the weapons...but could you teach me how to stop them? Or dodge them?" His brow furrowed, giving his eyes an intense look as he subconsciously called those memories back.

[i]His wails were so loud--because his Quirk had kicked in by now, of course--that the entire apartment complex could hear it. His mother did her best to comfort him, but he didn't want her. He wanted to see his father. But his father was a thousand and more miles away, being air-lifted back to a base where the best they might have would be field medics. Where they had to work in hot tents being buffeted by sandstorms. Where he couldn't be no matter how fast he ran.[/i]

"Bullets, blades...especially bombs." He continued to Arsenal. "I wanna be able to put the Villain in the ground before he can even put his hand on them." He didn't notice that when he said [i]put them in the ground[/i] that his fists had clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.