Training rooms- Mysteries and Regulations

What the hell was that presence?!? No, it was a sound... Benkei twitched, jerking himself upright from his bed. Was he being watched? Much like his new friend Serena, Benkei suffered from some ptsd symptoms. One of them was hyper-alertness which took hard work to settle. Upon further inspection, he'd notice the note. "Mmmmm?" He exhaled in confusion. He'd text Serena, asking if there was hazing for new hero students. As of right now, she was his only lifeline. Another thought came... Did they find him all the way out here? No, that was just paranoia... it had to be someone from school. Had to be! If an intruder came, there were robots and cameras to sound the campus alarm. The teen would throw some clothes on and follow the note's directive. If this was another student... it didn't really eliminate the possibility of it being a spy. Upon arriving to the room, Benkei would announce himself as if entering a dojo. It was a force of habit! In fact, he was practically on auto-pilot. 

"Yooooo! Yondan, Benkei Yozora arriving!" There would be two claps before he'd step in. It wasn't needed, but he always added pizazz to his dojo introductions. It was clear someone taught him the right way, but he was confidently going off script, mainly because he was in such a high prestige already, which led to plenty of leeway.  "Thank you for having me,and... I think just knocking would have sufficed." Now that he stepped in, it was a lot easier to see. She clearly wasn't a teacher. It was one of the upperclassmen, the girl who clashed with Shinja during last year's sports festival. If memory served right, she had a hard-to-spell name. He wouldn't even attempt to pronounce it. This girl wanted to spar with him right? The note said a conversation, but this clearly was a training room. To that effect, he'd simply just finish his dojo-style introduction. It was ingrained in him to do so. "Proficiencies: Karate, Kendo, American Boxing, and Kempo! " His head tilted... most dojos requested a fun fact with an introduction. "My favorite pastime is watching anime, and my favorite meal is bbq beef, mixed veggies, and firm noodles. " There was two! She wouldn't be able to complain about that. Actually... he thought about it. This was school, not a dojo. He'd bow anyway to hide his blushing face. "Class 2a..." 

"So what do you want with me?" He'd stand back up, recovering from his supreme fumble. 

Benkei blinked. Her Japanese sounded polished and polite, almost like a strict auntie or grandmother. He willed himself to stand firm instead of shriveling up when her own introduction was nothing like his. How embarrassing... To be honest, he didn't know how to gauge this person. She wasn't one of the names included in Serena's breakdown. She wanted to know more about him, but- "No, no, no, I'm not that impressive. I've been a fighter since a kid." He said as if being a 4th-degree blackbelt was some small feat. The heroes he looked up to were masters of their craft; The Rocket was a golden gloves holder, and Nocturne, a Hanshi for his family's dojo. In comparison, a mere yondan was nothing. He had plenty of work to do. 

"...but I only took the hero tests recently. There were a bunch of robots to beat up, and I was lucky enough to get a good score. You've gotta be like a superstar or something to start in the hero department during your first year, right?" A sheepish response, also an indicator he didn't have the slightest clue about how the school worked... This meant he didn't really have much to do with his enrollment. Someone had to have done it for him. The robots the hero course knew all to well, he'd only just faced last week for the first time. "I only got into this school because of recommendations. I'm not some big shot or anything." Again, this was no small feat, but he didn't see the big deal. It meant he had connections, at least a person or people kind enough to look out for him when it came to UA's steep wall of admittance.  He was lucky enough to get accepted, which to him, was all that mattered. He also didn't know how the standard process worked or what a recommendation really meant. Most students tested their way in, and only the prodigies got in through recommendations. Well... he was a martial arts prodigy. Benkei unknowingly fit the bill perfectly.  He bit his lip. Terebii told him not talk about his past. This was going to be hard. Hopefully, she wouldn't get into the nitty-gritty. 

"What mystery? I-is this for a project or something?" He was utterly confused. 

Benkei tilted their head. They did? People really got to choose? Nocturne and Terebii made his student planner for him... Yoo handled the enrollment with extreme care, but it left Benkei full lost on the "normal" ways in. He thought this was normal... Well then. He looked off into the distance, trying to find a lie but he couldn't. "I don't really get why it's so important to know. But if you haaaaave to hear who, it was two recommendations to be precise. Nocturne, and Mama Bear. N-no... I didn't chose my track, it was all done for me...I didn't do anything really..." He knew Mama Bear from living at the orphanage. It was too easy to get targeted living at Yoo's mansion. Family ties to Yoo, and a helping hand from Cahya... He couldn't really help that he knew them, or that they were willing to go the extra mile for him when they found out he wanted to be a hero.  He'd leave these fine details out of course. So it wasn't for a project... So was his entry and student track some freaky occurrence or something?

"So that's how it works... Beside that, if not for a project, why are you so interested? " She was an upperclassman. She had internships and real-world hero work to achieve. He was just a small fry compared to her, at least that's how he saw things. Something clicked in his head, maybe she was a bully. He was still misinterpreting things, but once he felt like he was being challenged, there wasn't much going back. With a furrowed brow,  he started to glare at her. He was no stranger to beating up bullies back in the day. He'd clutch his fists. Fine! he'd deal with her head-on rather than floundering about. "If this is some sort of hazing, it's NOT funny." Settling into a stance, he'd push his lead hand into a more clawed shaped, and allowed a nice bend in his knees. "I feel like it's not your business... if you wanna keep testing me, go ahead and try me." 

So she'd set this entire meeting up because she wanted to be friends? What the hell!? They could have just gotten burgers like all the others kids... This school sure was a weird one. He'd bite his tongue and take in what he could see. Fans for hands. There was absolutely no way that's all there was to it. He'd rushed forward in a sprint. With his height and long stride, he cleared majority of the space before seemingly going for Fali's left side. This however would be a feint, as his body spun in an instant relaying a swift kick to her rib cage if she weren't careful. He kept his hands toward his torso to gather dust and create a space for stars to be born. He was fine with multitasking. 

The exhale he released, was more for of a taunting battle cry. "Tsuiiiii~~" Why he made the noise, who knows? Probably a side effect of learning in a dojo.

Benkei analyzed as he fought. She would guard and put on display a move of her own. So the fans were capable of strong winds! He should've guessed from the start. He'd reach behind him as if grabbing onto something. With a flicker at his fingertips, a large star was created anchoring itself into the ground."Aligning star." Fali would find no distance would be granted as Benkei hunkered down to remain in the same spot. These star. They had different functions he could assign to them. As the wind died down, the young hero would close his fist and the star would slightly decrease in size to attach itself to his knuckles. The movement was seamless as if reeling back and hunkering down was the same movement before letting his swing follow through.

"And... Seiken!" A bashing strike aiming to slam that large star into his opponent with explosive force. 

Benkei tightened his fists as his star dissolved back into dust. He couldn't help but mentally pat himself on his back. She was a 3rd year, right? No way a single hit would take her out. Just like he assumed she was not only already up,  but rushing him and seemingly coming for his right. He took a step back to play it on the cautious side of things and held his guard up to buffet the strike. It was at this point she switched to her true intention, a cross-chop using her fans. He'd create a small x with his own arms and hold them up ever so slightly. Both cross-attacked would meet, and Benkei would find himself sliding back a bit. Okay okay, she had some power in that small body. He could feel his forearms stinging from her attack. Those fans were some flimsy wood. He'd take note. 

The teen kept his stance, a bit lower than before. He'd breathe in before pitching himself into a cartwheel, and a following backflip with some pretty impressive height. He was aiming to make a perfect landing by kicking both feet down onto his opponent with a heavy landing. "Sui!" He exhaled in aggression. 

Benkei already had downward momentum, so there wasn't much he could do about Fali's incoming attack. The wind slashed against him, cause his clothes to tear and some blood to be shed. Seemed like she was going for his landing spot. It meant timing of his next attack would mean everything here. Instead of landing he foot found itself standing upon a star as he leaned in to Fali who's lunging spear would have been under his foot and at an awkward angle by now. He clutched hard and created a star. "Blade Constellation:..." 

With a slight of hand, he'd go far a ruthlessly fast slash across her back, his starry weapon disappearing just as fast as a sword would be sheathed- "Iai." At the end of his arc, he'd tumble to the ground and scramble to his feet. He took a few deep sighs before catching his breath. So this was a third year? Were they all this confident and strong? He had a feeling if, he took the fight steady, he could win. At the same time, he didn't know all of Fali's moves. It was likely, there was something she had up her sleeve. He'd hold off on his own ace in the hole... Just in case.