While fire wasn't usually capable of harming Bakugou, he did manage to get a few burns and deep wounds from falling planks of burning wood, falling at a force too quickly that he hadn't managed to react in time. Still, he managed to save the idiot drunkards who had stayed in the Tavern overnight, mildly annoyed that there had been pirates in there in the first place but also strangely satisfied that there were injured members in there to save. Regardless, the reconstruction of the Tavern brought about the community. There was almost as if a positive outcome was being reaped by the destruction. Well, positive if it weren't for the wounds on his body, the bandages that restricted his movements. The lucky thing was that it didn't affect his blacksmithing. While it sapped his own strength from his body, almost everything could be done telekinetically with his earth and fire elementals. At the same time, if he had to move outside his house, he could simply expend the energy with teleportation. Ever since his training, his ability to use his powers had significantly increased. He felt far less exhausted using them excessively.

The glint of a blade caught Bakugou's attention during a walk outside, heart almost sinking when he saw it was CCLIV who was holding it because associating the unnamed kid with a knife didn't fare well in his mind. He was puzzled with how to feel, suddenly fixated that he simply had to approach to get a closer look. They were the small, young kitten who used to sit in his forge and watch him work. While he didn't mind them being around, sometimes cursing in their presence, he liked to have thought that he didn't like them being there. He was almost wrong because now his hut felt an uneasy emptiness. The other memories he associates with the child are strange, remembering that once upon a time the ragdoll had sewed them a spider costume. He thought it to be a funny prank but perhaps too much effort had gone into the moment. His ears twitch, not particularly trusting the child's ability to wield a weapon but also mildly impressed. "What's that knife for?" the young Quartermaster asks, though tempted to tell them to be careful with it. He has a feeling they could drop it at any time and hurt themself, slice through her own flesh. Then again, he was ready for it to happen, knowing that he could manipulate the metal and pull it away should they accidentally have the knife lung towards skin.

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"That's alright," the boy murmured, smiling brightly as he approached, catching CC's apology.  "You'll get 'em next time," he offered, brown eyes bright.  Indeed, Ikaia planned on giving their enemies a piece of his own mind. "Especially once Goldie teaches ya how to use that blade." Though children with sharp objects was not the best... Thing to encourage, he wasn't one to complain.  They were pirates, weren't they?

The shapeshifter had never considered wielding a weapon before.  Not a lot of purpose in it, when he could always shift into something with larger and sharper claws if necessary.  The youthful oncilla flicked his tail, curious.  Perhaps he ought to learn how to at least hold one too sometime.  Just in case.