All Might's proud smile beamed as he saw his sons' determination to improve. He explained their respective training plans with enthusiasm, and both Tamo and Izuku eagerly nodded in agreement. They were ready for the intense workouts and discipline that lay ahead. "All right then," he began, "Tamo, you and I are going to do special training to help you control One For All, and Izuku, you'll be diving into more intense workouts and learning boxing to enhance your fighting and self-defense skills."
Toshinori lightened the mood with a chuckle, reassuring them, "You guys still have school, so I won't train you too hard."
Tamo and Izuku laughed along with their father, excited for the rigorous training that awaited them. Weeks passed, and the Midoriya family was diligently following their workout routines. Even Inko, with her unwavering support for her family, joined in, determined to maintain her fitness alongside her husband and sons.
While the group workouts went smoothly, Tamo found himself facing an inner struggle. Controlling One For All was proving to be more challenging than he had anticipated. As a natural perfectionist, this lack of control deeply frustrated him. He was determined to master the power he had inherited. Toshinori, sensing his son's inner turmoil, offered words of encouragement, reminding Tamo to keep his head up and stay determined. But Tamo couldn't help but feel more annoyed with himself, considering the power he possessed.
This frustration drove Tamo to sneak out to the beach every night to practice controlling One For All. He was determined to make it his own, to master it completely. Yet night after night, he struggled, and the energy felt like it was on the verge of blowing up in his face.
One night, Tamo lay on the ground, breathing heavily, his annoyance palpable. "Why can't I get this right? I have to master it. I HAVE TO," he muttered to himself.
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Unexpectedly, Tamo heard his brother's voice. He looked up to find Izuku standing nearby. "Izuku, how long have you been there?" Tamo asked, surprised by his brother's presence.
Izuku scratched his arm nervously. "I've been here every night you've been here."
"Why?" Tamo inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Izuku explained, "I saw how hard you were training to control the quirk that Dad gave you, but I think you're going about it the wrong way."
Izuku opened his journal and showed Tamo what he had written. Tamo studied the notes, listening attentively to his brother's observations.
"See, from what I saw and wrote down," Izuku continued, "you're trying to put too much power in, and that's why it always blows up in your face. Also, you're only putting the power in your arms or legs separately."
Tamo absorbed his brother's words, sitting up and becoming more intrigued. "Tamo, what I'm saying is, try to put less power in and move the energy through your whole body, not just one body part at a time. It's just a theory."
Izuku concluded his explanation, and Tamo was eager to put this theory to the test. He got up, focused on moving the power through his entire body with less intensity, and when he opened his eyes, it worked. The power surged through every part of his body, and as he threw a punch, a powerful gust of wind followed.
Tamo couldn't contain his excitement and pulled his little brother into a tight hug. "Thank you so much, bro! Your theory worked amazingly."
Izuku, although happy with the result, managed to gasp, "C-can you put m-me down? I can't b-breathe."
Tamo quickly released his brother, embarrassed but elated. "Sorry about that. I was just so excited."
Izuku reassured him, "I-it's okay. I'm just glad it worked."
Tamo grinned, acknowledging his brother's contribution. "Of course, it worked. You came up with it."
Izuku returned the smile, and together they decided to head back home before their parents woke up. As they walked, laughter filled the air, and both brothers felt a sense of accomplishment and pride in their newfound abilities and their strengthened bond.