Mr.Tyler's First Day!

General Prompt/Beginning Speech

"Ladies, Gentlemen, (and Cube if 2-E) I'm your new Economics Teacher Michelson Tyler, you may call me Mr.Tyler or Tyler-Sensei. Since I do not know any of you, and none of you know me, after we get done with roll call we're gonna take the first class period for you to ask me any school appropriate questions you would like. Doesn't matter how stupid you
think they are, stupid questions and endless pestering are how ya make friends. Now ask away!"

Class 1-D and Seniors (as these have by far the least members, they will be one section).

1-D

As he finished the speech to class 1-D, many hands shot up, but the first was Ms.Kajo who energetically raised her hand so fast that she winced as her arm hyperextended. It appeared that she was desperate for an answer for whatever question plagued her mind.

"Yes Ms.Kajo"

"Is investing based on knowledge obtained through a time travel quirk considered insider trading?"

He then heard a "SHUT UP, KAWANO" from the other side of the room.

Michelson sweat dropped.

Ok. First question of the period and they've already admitted to a crime. Great Start.

Michelson decided to go the more comedic route dealing with this one, with this being a very minor economic crime compared to the sheer amount of tax evasion he's committed over the years via using offshore banking accounts.

"Well, if nobody knew about it until now, it wasn't a crime."

Kajo fist-pumped into the air, she had done the heist of the century!

"That was until you admitted to it in a public setting, with a description of not only the crime but how you did it. Next Question!"

Now it was Kajo who was sweating, believing that she was in big trouble (she would forget about this the next day).

Michelson got many more questions, but I wont write them down because they don't have builds.

Now it was Reiji who raised his hand lazily as it drooped over his neck and just barely stuck over his head.. His head was clearly in the clouds, or well The Cloud in his case.

"'Buy HeroCoin now or wait for the dip? It's been climbing for the last 14 hours."

It seemed that Class 1-D was now two for two on financial crimes, as you aren't allowed to invest in stock of any kind until you were legally an adult. Michelson once more opted for more comedic scolding, but was quickly growing concerned about the habits of the people within this classroom.

"I am not your financial advisor and thus do not have incentive to guide your financial decision-making. However, as your teacher my advice would be to not buy shitcoins. Next Question."

If his expression were any indicator, Reiji was almost entirely dismissive of the ideal of not risking his financial stability on what was essentially gambling with extra steps. Michelson sincerely hoped that he could impart at least some wisdom within Reiji with his teaching. At least Kajo seemed to regret her actions once she was told that it was a crime. Progress.

Seniors

There was much tension within the classroom due to a recent fight between Takako and Mochi, which ironically were the two least hesitant to ask questions. It seemed that they both had a warped arrogance about themselves that allowed them to shrug through the emotions brought prior battle. Luckily it seemed that the intellectual curiosity the both of them had wasn't impacted by whatever bad mojo was going on in their heads, so at least they could hopefully learn some lessons.

He decided to let Mochi ask his question first, admittedly somewhat out of pity for the boy's current situation. Mochi asked two questions, apparently unwilling to wait to ask another one later. That was fine, though his choices were certainly a bit odd.

"Do we study Marxist socioeconomics in this course, sensei? What are your thoughts on religion?"

"As for the first, yes. Although it will be brief due to its general irrelevance to heroic activities save for niche groups of villains who still fervently fight for it for one deranged reason or another. As for religion? I've met people all over the world with all kinds of beliefs, personally as long as they use it as a means for positive self-actuation I have no problem with it. Anything deeper would be too personal or saved for a Theology or Philosophy class. Next Question?"

Mochi seemed simultaneously satisfied and disappointed by the answer, as if he was expecting more, or another deeper angle that wasn't a part of the response within his own head. Michelson hoped that his bodily trauma did not extend to injuries within his brain, it was as if Mochi was within his own world even more so than Reiji. He would have to monitor his behavior to make sure that he was getting better mentally as well as physically.

Takako on the other hand was a far more traditional stye of arrogant rather than the seemingly delusional kind that Mochi possessed. She was raised to be the best, had the best, and now thinks she's the best. Michelson had dealt with many people of this persuasion over his life, mostly bureaucrats who were raised on a spoon so silver you could see it's shine whenever they opened their mouth. Though he had give due credit, she didn't make it this far solely based on how she was raised if her combat video logs had anything to say about it. Her question radiated the same arrogance just described.

"What amount of the school's funds has been issued for your salary? How much of a cut are you willing to take to that amount? With Shiketsu as it is, it seems clear to me that money would be better spent ensuring the comfort of the student body rather than paying new additions to the staff who have yet to prove their worth. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate for the principal to abstain from funneling cash into her pockets."

Michelson let out a little chuckle-chitter (that's what I'm calling it now). If it weren't for his quite unique circumstances, that line of thought would've served as a great "gotcha". Unfortunately for the sword princess, that wasn't the case.

"Well due to current circumstance, at the moment I am not being paid anything by the school. Even If I was I would not wish to funnel any of the schools funds into my personal luxury and would likely use it to build underground construction in and around the school."

That seemed to falter her look somewhat. Michelson guessed that she somewhat relied on that to craft an image of him being someone just mooching off of Shiketsu's, and thus indirectly her success. Though the next part would make her feel even worse.

"Also, I understand not not knowing my circumstances and that you have been in recent conflict with the Principal, but if you did even a surface level of research into the topic you would understand that our Principal does quite the opposite of "funneling cash into her pockets" in relation to the school. Luckily proper research into economic actions is a decent part of the Senior Year curriculum. Next Question."

That really shook her. It made her seem stupid in front of the entire classroom, and that she specifically needed his expertise to overcome her shortcomings in knowledge. The worst part? He was completely right. Karaburan's numerous risky investments and financial altruism in relation to Shiketsu were all over the internet and could easily be found.

Michelson only hoped that this blow to her pride would serve to humble her, and not have an entire year with a angry sword princess up his ass. Oh well, only time will tell.

Class 2-E

After he ended his speech, some of the students were confused and looking at him funny, until Noah gently raised his hand to ask a question.

"Mr. Tyler, why did you assume Cube-chan is not a lady?"

Uh Oh. He did indeed have an explanation and really hoped it was enough. In America doing a blunder like that could get you fired from the school. He inwardly thanked the inherently rough nature of Japanese Heroic Schooling to make sure the students wouldn't be so sensitive as to get him fired over something like this.

"Thank you for that information. In America, it's policy a student does not have a clearly documented gender, they are to be referred to by their own pronouns until such clarifications are provided. It's a very serious thing over there, I've seen people get fired and sued over it so I tend to be quite careful about it."

He bowed towards the now identified Cube-chan as deeply as his body could, and continued to speak.

"I'm sorry about that, I'll never make a mistake like that ever again. Are there any more questions any of you would like to ask?"

Cube-chan vibrated in what he assumed was acknowledgement and thanks if the approving looks on his student's faces were correct. Michelson really didn't want to start a fiasco on his first day actually teaching students.

Shinkan raised his hand and asked a refreshingly mundane question.

"Why are you wearing a hat from the student uniform? None of the other teachers wear them. It looks good, tho."

"Well, as you said I think it suits me quite well. More importantly, it makes me feel more integrated with Shiketsu, like I'm already a part of it even if I just started. I hope that I can forge a less superficial connection with the people here than just a hat as time goes on. Next Question?"

Several of the students, including Shinkan gave a slight nod at respect at that notion. It really felt nice to have more "Shiketsu" instead of more stuff that wasn't a part of it being connected to the school by necessity.

Umeko also raised an arm to ask a question as well. Though some of the students looked at her with both suspicion and fear towards the question she was about to ask as she had a small but noticable smirk across her face. It would seem that Michelson had located the "class clown".

""How many times do you bathe a day? You get dirty a lot, right? Because of the burrowing thing. Or do people not mind?"

That was an oddly personal question, but Mick decided to answer it honestly anyways. It wasn't anything that would harm his reputation.

"At the moment I abstain from burrowing unless necessary due to the damage it can cause to infrastructure."

For some reason, everyone decided to look at Nayuki as he said that statement, as she froze in fear. Looks like Michelson has a problem to solve sometime after today.

"Anytime I do burrow I make sure to clean myself thoroughly afterwards as people do indeed mind If I am covered in dirt. Though on most days I bathe twice, once in the morning and once at night. Sometimes more if necessary. Next Question?"

Michelson prided himself on his cleanliness, as it was one of the few ways he actually could improve his appearance and initial first impression to others even if he said he didn't care about such things. Umeko seemed satisfied with the answer, and so did some other people. It was nice to have a teacher who cared about their hygiene in general.

Class 2-E didn't really have many questions after those ones, whether it be due to being generally unsociable or just being satisfied with the prior answers. The last one to shyly raise her hand and ask a question was Ashleigh.

"How available are you for student help after school hours?"

Wow. An actually somewhat important question. Michelson began considering that as an impossibility. Unfortunately he couldn't give definitive answer due to the nature of his current schedule, but an answer he would give.

"Since I now live here and have to do extensive lesson planning for future lessons for all of my classrooms, I should be available in my office till' around 9:30 PM if you need me. That's a generous estimate of how much sleep I'll be able to get, in truth I'll likely be in there until Midnight at least. Just don't go too late and you'll be fine."

She nodded her head, and the first period with Class 2-E was over. Michelson had one more thing to say, though it was after they walked out the door.

"Interestin' people alright. Should be a grand ol' time".

Class 2-D

Class 2-D. Out of all of his class perioids, the individuals within this one were by far the most sociable. Once his opening remarks had no shortage of questions to ask him. It seemed Michelson would earn his keep today, even if he wasn't technically getting paid.

The first question he answered was from Kaylee, who raised her hand straight up and energetically (and was admittedly the first one he saw due to her height). This question was a doozy.

"Tyler-Sensei, are you related to U.A's principal?"

You could hear the squeaking and cranking sounds of desks as nearly everyone turned to her direction. Except Runt who was attentively listening. Another Great Start.

"No I'm afraid not. While he is a rodent with enhanced intellect, I am a human that was mutated into the general morphology of the species Heterocephalus Glaber or the Naked Mole Rat. Do you have any further questions Kaylee?"

"Uh..yeah! What even is money, or Economics overall?"

The class once again looked at her in bewilderment, except Runt again who also apparently had the burning desire to know this startling wisdom. Michelson estimated that these two would have a lot of studying to do in their near future. He was thankful he was taught the lesson to be kind to those less intellectually fortunate than himself in the military. Who knew that skill would serve him so well in a classroom?

"Although we are skippin' ahead a bit, at their most basic: Money is a unit that is used as a substitute for goods and services to trade for other goods and services, while Economics is the application of the concepts of Cost and Benefit within any given thing. Next Question?"

All of the students were nodding their in one way or another. Kaylee and Runt nodded sagely, processing the wisdom they received (they didn't get it at all). More middle-of-the-pack students also nodded, taking this as a neat piece of information that may be useful for later assignments. The more intellectually inclined nodded as their respect of him went slightly higher as he provided a succinct and simultaneously comprehensive basic explanation. Overall, it seemed the answer was receiving positive reception with the class regardless of it's origins.

Though the next question would not be so wholesome.

Deckard Thorpe (ever the jackass) raises his hand and asks, wearing the stupidest smile on his face, "Hey Mr. Tyler--weird question--but do you find yourself more attracted to female mole rats or human women?"

Once again, they all looked towards him, though the reaction wasn't so unified this time around.

The girls of the class gave him a distinct "the fuck?" look with raised eyebrows and expressions of general disdain.

The boys however (asides from Runt, who was looking at a bird on a tree outside), gave a combination of snickers and looks of begrudging respect. Inigo even had a worrying (for everyone else) amount of admiration stricken across his face for the newcomer.

sighhhhhhhhhhh

Michelson chastised himself for not expecting some bullshit like this out of high-school boys. It also technically wasn't inappropriate for school. Perhaps if he did give an honest answer It would make the class feel squeamish enough not to ask about this type of stuff again. At the very least their reaction would be funny.

"Well, going on from the explanation on how I'm different from Nezu-"

He pointed at his currently hat-adorned head.

"I have a human brain in this noggin o' mine, and thus possess human instinctual desires, including that of women. However, I am somewhat impacted by the instincts of my mutation, and thus features that a Naked Mole Rat female would possess such as being far larger than me, which isn't exactly hard to come across, and being able and willing to provide for a large family. That part I hear is quite rare over in The Land of The Sun."

Michelson, ever the strategist, got what he wanted. A mix of humor, awkwardness, and slight patriotic indignation amongst the students that cared enough to listen to the diatribe with any interest. He looked upon them with a smugness one wouldn't think that a rat-man couldn't possess.

Deckard himself was caught unprepared and was arguably the most awkward of all, as he was the one who initiated this without having the cahones to not be embarrassed if the new teacher actually responded to him. He called his bluff. Michelson continued hammering it home.

"Oh c'mon! I'm a grown man! What did you expect?- ahem"

Michelson began going into a mocking High-Brow British accent, all in Japanese. One would think that he would apply his linguistic talent to more productive means, but alas he did not.

"Within this grand esteemed institution, I, Michelson Tyler will not deign myself to answer such a question lest my reputation be besmirched!"

With that, the awkwardness and indignation was slightly lifted in favor of more humor, though Deckard still faced the brunt of the embarrassment.

Mr.Tyler-1

Deckard Thorpe-0

With humor abound the class, Tame wished to ask a question about something related to the concept.

"Why does everyone snicker when I talk about enterprise resource planning?"

Said snickering ensued, more so amongst the boys but even some on the girls' side were enjoying their fair share of giggles.

Michelson almost let out another long sigh, but decided to turn his Economics class into a Language Arts class to teach a little lesson about acronyms. So he began writing on the whiteboard different acronyms for ERP (or smartboard, since this is the future and all).

"Although English and Japanese are quite different, one of the concepts that remain between em' are homonyms. Words that have the same spellin' but have different meanings."

Tame nodded. The class started paying attention a little bit, but were still struck with a strange and powerful Quirk known only as "The Giggles".

Though as the heroic students they are, they resisted the powerful enemy by making their faces look like blowfish, holding down the fort to not let the villain take over their mental composure and to somewhat pay attention to the lesson being taught.

"Well, this especially applies to acronyms as well. The combination of letters, E.R.P. can stand for many different things, such as the aforementioned Enterprise Resource Planning, Effective Radiated Power, Electronic Road Pricing, Employee Referral Program, and many more. The one that would bring your friends humor though, would more than likely be-"

Michelson braced for auditory impact and breathed deeply for he knew that once he did this, there would be no going back.

He wrote down the funny words on the board.

All hell broke loose as a cacophony of immature laughing filled the room, likely being heard for several classrooms over and possibly within the staff offices of Michelson's now colleagues.

"Erotic Role Play, unfortunately as I am not currently a teacher of Sexual Education, I will not and cannot elaborate further."

At least Tame seemed to have learned something. An :0 expression adorned her robotic face as she came to understand what was responsible for the current hurricane of monkey-brained noises assaulting her auditory sensors.

Inigo stood up andslammed his hands on the desk, with a serious expression marring his face. Gigan tried to pull him down back to his desk, but The Dragon Knight stood stalwart against the tragic betrayal of his companion. His fist rose up into the air, with a combination of "oh no"s and "not this again"s contrasted against the now silent room. Inigo began waving his arms about in the effort to make gestures towards a rousing speech.

"Do you support our fight against the oppressive No-Dating Rule? I don't need to tell ya how Japan's population crisis will devastate the economy. We need to act early."

On first impression, Michelson thought that a No Dating rule was genuinely restricting the high-schoolers emotions a bit too much and considered acting towards lifting the rule.

Upon seeing the new teacher's face in an expression of genuine contemplation, Inigo (and Hoge but the former was taking the spotlight) bore wide grins upon their faces, victory would be theirs!

That was until the more rational side of Michelson actually listened to the "population crisis" and the "need to act early" parts of the speech. Combined with living in dorms, a No-Dating-Rule was practically a necessity to stop the Shiketsu students from doing some very incredibly stupid and impulsive things that would devastate their lives.

Now as the grin upon Inigo's(and Hoge's) faces dwindled, Michelson adopted an expression far more serious than the acting Inigo had previously displayed.

"No. Young man, I once lived in a place where teenage pregnancy was all too common. It brought nothing but overburdening, anger, and sadness to all who were unfortunate enough to have partaken in it. If you wish to solve Japan's population crisis, wait to do so when you are an adult and can sustain such things."

The burst of anger faded into a more scholarly tone. One always underestimates the sheer impact an authority figure, especially one initially presented as being nice, being angry in general let alone at them specifically could have.

"I understand that it is indeed a pressing issue, and thus with my attention now brought to it, I'll include a part within my curriculum on how ya' would properly and economically raise a child whenever possible. The necessity of a "No-Dating Rule" still remains and I won't contribute to its removal in any way."

Inigo solemnly nodded. If anyone knew the myriad of serious problems that arise with focusing entirely on having more children or making new heirs, it would be him. While he was sitting down, he bowed towards Michelson and Apologized.

"I am sorry Tyler-Sensei."

Michelson smiled

"No problem. As you said this a serious issue and thus needs to be treated with the respect it deserves. That is why I'm here, to teach all of you that. Next Question."

Now after that, the tension in the classroom was somewhat abated, though still was persistent until Runt decided that he needed a particular opinion on something.

"Are you more of a silt guy or loam guy? Don't tell me you're into clay, that stuff is way too chewy haha."

Much like the Kaylee questions, everybody turned towards the boy with an expression that indicated that they had doubts about the functionality of the individual's brain. Though Michelson did have a response.

"I'm more of a silt and sand man myself, Naked Mole Rats were indeed built for the long plains of Africa after all."

Runt looked at his teacher with newfound respect upon his face. Of course Michelson didn't actually consume the dirt that he burrowed with, as that was a common myth, but he decided not to elaborate on that.

In terms of what type of surface Michelson actually liked to burrow into using his incisors, he preferred concrete due to the material being able to reliably provide a satisfying crunching feeling to his superhuman jaws. Though he felt that if he said that that Runt may try to shatter his teeth in order to try the new "meal recommendation" that his teacher sent his way.

Now with quite possibly the least intellectually stimulating question of the day out of the way and tension reliably dissuaded, Christopher decided it was the time to ask his question.

"Would you describe the hero industry's demand as elastic or inelastic? Why?" (Author's Note: I had to take an irl Economics Lesson using Google Images while writing this you motherfucker)

Michelson pondered for a bit before answering that.

"While the terms of inelastic and elastic demand will be talked about in later lessons, for the sake of the question I'll assume ya' know what those mean and I'll try my best to explain. The Hero Industry, as y'all know from studying it, is both incredibly vast and incredibly volatile due to the reactive nature it operates with. If everythin' is working as theoretically intended, it should be elastic, able to delegate more than enough firepower to stamp out whatever threats may arise."

Michelson paused, allowing that information to be absorbed before moving on. It was a good habit to have whenever you gave information as a teacher, regardless if it was an informal questionnaire or an actual lesson.

"Unfortunately, that ain't how it operates. There is constant overburdening by the sheer intensity of crimes committed by several organized groups in different areas that often require specific expertise, let alone the numerous individual cases. Thus, it must be as efficient with it's human capital as possible, only sparin' as much as needed in order to not be caught unawares by other malicious entities, and thus in practice is in a state of inelastic demand, at least in terms of deployment of heroes. Good question. Next Question?"

Christopher was more than satisfied by the answer. Now it was time for Sally to ask her question, A much less academic and more personal one, but valued nonetheless.

"I had a plushie that looked just like you when I was a kid! Is it alright if I speak English in class?"

That one was simple enough compared to the previous one.

"Well I did not know there was a market for Naked Mole Rat Plushies. I'll ask you about that sometime so I can have one in my office, and then I'll put a lil' Shiketsu ha-ahem Yes, you can speak English whenever ya' like, though when answering questions from a lesson I would prefer you speak in Japanese so that you can more reliably contribute your knowledge to the class."

Sally answered back in English.

"Thank you Mr. Tyler!"

"No problem. Next Question?"

The unassuming bug-man Rob decided to shoot his non-gooey shot and ask what was probably the most important question yet in terms of academic value for Class 2-D.

"Hi, Rob Williams, will economics be mandatory or an elective?"

That got the class paying attention.

"It will be a mandatory class, as the costs and benefits of your actions are far more valuable as a Hero than as a civilian. Next Question?"

There were some sighs and groans heard throughout the class. Michelson hoped he could make it fun enough to not ellicit those things by the end of the week. Whether or not that hope would come to fruition would be up to chance.

After looking up some facts about the Naked Mole Rat after Michelson's rudimentary explanation about his physiology earlier, Hiro decided to ask a question and possibly gain something beneficial towards his own ends.

"So you're resistant to cancer? Can I get a tissue sample?"

Michelson was used to weird questions coming his way by now, but directly asking for a tissue sample was certainly up there. Obviously the answer was a resounding no. He'd already gone so far as burning his finger and toeprints off, he wasn't going to all of sudden hand over a DNA sample to a kid he'd met less than an hour ago, regardless of how unfortunate his situation looked..

"I am indeed resistant to cancer and many other diseases. But I'm afraid that I'll have to decline giving you that tissue sample. Next Question"

"Oh well, it was worth a shot."

It seemed like the theme of the moment was asking for odd favors, as Bobby had a not-so-subtle issue to to ask his teacher to solve for him.

"Let's say someone buried some cash in the desert that didn't come from a normal job. How could they get that into a bank account without the government getting suspicious? Hypothetically speaking."

What was with these kids and admitting to crimes?! At least Bobby had plausible deniability with that last part, but seriously, at the very least ask for it in private! Everybody was looking at Bobby like he was a complete moron, even more so than Kaylee and Runt put together.

Speaking of potential crimes with lots of plausible deniability, Michelson may or may not have worked with the boy's father in the past in some very classified domestic joint operations with the American Hero Association. So both out of respect for his father and the boy in front of him, he grabbed a page out of a notebook and wrote down a step-by-step guide on how to do some quite ethically wrong and possibly illegal things. Michelson knew damn well what it was like to have a real rough go of life, and if he could take the role of the help he so needed all that time ago, he'd be more than proud to do so.

"At the end of the period, please come to my desk and collect this form. Next Question?"

Bobby fist pumped, and let out a hissing "yesss". He genuinely wasn't expecting the help, more so expecting a a flat out denial or a joke.

Apparently now the positive vibes were over, as Max had done some research and found absolutely nothing on the supposed professional hero that was standing right in front of her, and thus decided to dig into that with something that she may or may not have heard.

""I heard Mr. Majestic calling you a no-name loser in the teacher's room. Is that true? Why would the school hire a loser?"

The other students were looking at her with a mix of disbelief and "he really did that?"

To Michelson it seemed at the very least reputation-wise he wouldn't put it past the man from what he learned of him in the short time he was here. In his mind it was about a 50/50 chance it was actually the case. He decided to go the less confrontational route regardless. Feuds between staff were certainly not needed in these trying times. He would ask him about it in the staff room later.

"About the no-name part, thats kinda the point of the whole "undercover" thing I got going on, so at least that worked. As for the loser part. I will take the benefit of the doubt as to not tarnish his reputation in relation to both me and the student base and ask the man himself for further evidence."

Overall it was good, but the wording ws weird. If he was a Pro, why would he use the word "undercover" instead of the much more common term "underground"? It seemed fishy but it could be looked into later. Whether or not they could find more information on the internet than multiple professional heroes with their own connections, would yet to be seen.

Rounding out the questions form Class 2-D was a clearly distraught and quite dour Orochi who only raised her hand once the vibe had simmered down, and whatever laughter and gossip had gone one had stopped. The rest of the classmates who knew her situation gave her looks of varying levels of encouragement and pity mixed into one.

While Michelson read about the situation in a dossier, looking at the real thing was way different.

He knew that look, one that teetered on going off the deep end and taking at minimum years to come back to some semblance of sanity, let alone humanity. As much as he didn't like the fact, in his experience the additional instincts and danger responses given to a person that has any Mutant-Type Quirk can fuck with the human mind like no other drug on Earth. Combined with the seeming intelligence of hers in particular along with the slew of terrible things she's been through all at once, it was a recipe for disaster.

But contemplating the psychological impacts of supernaturally jamming unfamiliar instincts in a mind developed over tens of thousands of years of hominid evolution would have to wait. Orochi asked a simple, but potent question indeed.

"How many times have people treated you differently for being who you are?"

At that notion, however calloused it may seem, he laughed. Not even a little chitter-chuckle like usual, a full belly laugh. It seemed he was the one with "The Giggles" now. He was even clapping like he just heard the best joke in the world and the hat fell off his.

The collective stink-eye the students were currently giving him were somewhat like the reason he was laughing. How many times had he gotten looks like that? How many times?! That was the joke for the ages! How many times! Hahahaha!

Before he irreparably damaged his reputation even further, he wiped the burgeoning the tears from eyes. He began to draw a shape on the board. Those not from the U.S. wondered what the hell he was drawing and that there better be an explanation for what he just did. Those form the U.S. wondered why he was drawing the borders of Arizona on the map, and hoped that there would be a reason for it.

"Alrighty Class I'm sorry, but hehehe, oh man, hehehe. ahem. hehe. heh. Alrighty! Story Time with MrTyler!"

Although it didn't dissuade their anger towards him, it did get them to pay attention. Whether it was instinct, ingrained from from childhood, or that they hoped that whatever story they would get would give some clarity to the now very soured tensions between them, they now gave Michelson their full attention, for better or worse.

"About that question, Orochi, what do you mean "who I am"? My mutation? My appearance? My instincts? My attitude? My manner of speech? My heritage? My dialogue? My actions? Let me tell ya' Orochi, for all of the above and more times than I could ever count, I've been given looks that make ya' classmates right now look like kittens and puppy dogs. Hehehe, I've been insulted, I've been slurred at, I've been beaten black, blue and uglier than I already am, and hell I my house got wrecked so many times by the time I was your age my parents had to move underground. Pretty sure the only reason I'm alive to tell ya'll this is because my mom was a mole. Well, since this is meant to be an "All About Mr.Tyler", time for a lil' history lesson class."

Michelson made a dot in the lower middle of the Arizonan border and pointed to it

"This right here is Phoenix, capital of Arizona and home to one of the largest cities in the United States, and the by far the largest ghetto in the world bar none. That place was home to all the gangs you could think of then some. Quirk Supremacist Gangs, Anti-Quirk Gangs, Anti-Mutant Gangs, Mutant Supremacist Gangs, Cartel Gangs, Drug Gangs, Fed Started Gangs, Gangs of Corrupt Cops, and many more. And they were all violent and mean as. Well, That was my mom's generation, it got a whole lot worse with mine."

Just like with Christopher's question, he let them contemplate the information, about how bad it was. And how apparently it got worse. They were still a bit angry, but they were listening to the lesson, as it was genuinely informative.

Michelson then made a dot further down and to the right of the now established Phoenix.

"This right here is Tuscon."

That one however, was a lot more recognizable. Everybody that took the Heroic courses were taught at least somewhat about the historic events that happened there, U.S. native or otherwise.

"Seems ya' got the gist of what happened. Desolator popped some powerful people's heads and called it a day. Turns out it don't work like that."

Michelson then drew several arrows coming from Tucson over to Phoenix.

"What they don't tell ya'll is what happened with all the goons of those three monsters. They decided that they didn't wanna have their power vacuum war where their bosses died, and instead took their sorry asses north to good ol' Phoenix. So, they turned that place into hell on earth. They either joined the gangs or made even more of em. By the time one Michelson Tyler was born 55 years ago, what I would call home was for all intents and purposes a warzone. The gangs were violent before, but now they were Villains. The real bad kind that most of y'all were graciously introduced to the last academic year."

Michelson looked somber as he looked upon the expressions on the faces of his students. He got the point across sure, but he was here to teach , not trauma dump about how bad his life was. If he wanted to do that, he would go traumatize Ito and not these poor kids. And so, as the teacher, nay, Hero Teacher that he now was, he was going to segue from this into something he hopefully could mold into a meaningful lesson and most certainly a overly cheesy inspirational speech for the class.

And so Michelson cracked his neck, time to prove if his Masters Degree was worth it.

(you know what time it is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYZIUtDAFIw)

"And so, when I was about y'alls age, I made the greatest mistake of my life. Something that haunts to this very day and something I so desperately want to prevent all of you from thinking. I thought, that if I got mean enough, that if I gave into whatever violent instincts I had, human or Naked Mole Rat, that if I became a monster like them.I would be protected. I would be safe."

"I was dead wrong. As I, Most of the Shiketsu Staff, and very unfortunately most of y'all can attest, there's always meaner. It is an unfortunate fact that we are oft surrounded by darkness and despair that'll drag you down deeper and deeper until the original point of it all is shrouded in that darkness."

"But even in the worst of conditions, even in what would be historically referred to as "The Asscrack of Arizona" and "The Worst Place on Earth", even there there was a glimmer of light. There were people there who stood stalwart against that darkness and remained kind to themselves and others in the worst of times, like my dear old mom. In a lesson that I learned far too late, I learned that true strength came from standing tall in the face of that darkness, not giving an inch and even moving yourself and other's forward. or as it would commonly be referred to these days, Being A Hero"

"To protect those glimmers of light, to not just keep them safe but to help them grow into proper hopeful examples of humanity is not only our career, but our privilege as men and women to be able to be participate in such a valiant endeavor. Whether it be from different nations, backgrounds, religions, or anythin' else, we'll stand as guardians to that precious light. It is our greatest honor to be the people that all within the light will look to as paragons, no matter how flawed we may be. To know that despite the flaws, despite having to take second, third, fourth, or even more chances to go forwards into that despair, our flawed human hearts beat to the rhythm of the good that all those glimmering lights have.

"Yet we are meant to protect all that which lives within the bounds of civilization and beyond, not just the people that our society or even your heart deems as good. For to fight against the dark is to also bathe whom was tightly within it's grasps with light as well. Some recoil and go back into the darkness and will never return, but for others there is hope for them that only Heroes can give. They may have turned to the dark as means to protect themselves and that which they loved, but we have the power, not through our Quirks, not even through dialogue, but through our actions we can prove that there is a better way, and that there is a fight to be had against their fears, and that they can win. That we can win. As Heroes."

(Music End)

clap clap clap clap

It would seem the perceptive Michelson and Class 2-D got a bit too wrapped up in the heroic spirit. So much so that they didn't notice two new guests had joined them, and they both had smiles on their face, with one of them clapping while the other just stood there with an appreciative expression.

The students were just startled, and Michelson began speaking to them.

"Uh...Hello Ms.Principal and Rosethorn....how may I help you?"

It was Karaburan who spoke.

"Oh nothing. We just came to check in on you after we heard the raucous laughter going on in Rosethorn's homeroom all the way in our offices."

The students had a little sweatdrop at that.

"Anyways, it looks like the school day was over about a minute ago, so if you wanna get ahead on those lesson plans you might wanna go."

"OH SHIT!"

Michelson grabbed his things and bolted out the door towards his office with Rosethorn saying "Language" on the way out. Though she still had a smile on her face.

The principal soon followed, having some administrative duties to attend to. She mumbled along the way there.

"Looks like he's gonna be just fine."

Rosethorn then addressed her homeroom class to end the school day.

"So, how was your first day with Tyler-sensei?"