"Of course you are." Aizawa sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "Somehow, I'm not- What?"
Gran Torino couldn't exactly answer the boy, his eyes were focused on what he'd just seen as well.
In the distance, the little compact truck that he'd figured the dragon would use to show off how strong it was, or possibly a fire-breathing aspect of its Quirk... Was repaired.
Literally. Right in front of their eyes.
"Did that just-" The boy at Sorahiko's side started to speak.
"Yeah." And Gran Torino cut him off, his eyes wide at the sight.
"But that's not-"
"No, it's not." There were technology Quirks galore. Repairing Quirks, too. None of them behaved like that, though!
"We need to call Nedzu." Aizawa whispered, his phone already in his hand. Gran Torino left him to it, a far more important question on his mind.
How many Quirks, Spells, whatever did that thing have? More importantly...
Where had it gotten them?