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Brooklyn Nine-Nine s03e16

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I’ve got. All kinds of bad feelings about this. They literally put a kid on the front lines for the purpose of tanking a specific knock out weapon and I get it’s a good match up but also? He’s like 16? He’s a teenager and he’s terrified out of his mind.

You know what this reminds me of? The very first chapter when Bakugou was being attacked by the slime villain

Familiar isn’t it? We got to wait for the right quirk and let this kid fucking die in the mean time. Here they got the right quirk but it’s in a kid and he might die in the meantime.

Like I’ve been giving shit to the Villain Liberation Army about their fucked up ideals but I can’t deny it’s really just an extreme fast forward of what this society is already headed towards. And by extreme I mean kinda accelerated. This society will fucking fall apart without “the right quirks” and the heroes perpetuate it too, we’ve seen where it fails so many times now with Izuku’s quirklessness, with Shinsou, and fast forward to Kaminari here who couldn’t really say no since the entire plan hinged on a teenager absorbing the power of a fully grown, willing to kill zealot.

All this is knowing that taking too much electricity will literally fry his brain. (But that’s a gag right like All Might coughing up blood from an old injury that took out a fair amount of his organs is a gag too.)

But it’s okay because he gets his moment of badassery right? Every thing is fine as long as they look cool doing it and win (or lose making a grande finale and leave mourning in their wake cough Water Hose Duo and Koufa cough). That’s what All Might did too.

What really kills me is how through the entire chapter Kaminari keeps looking backwards at where his friends are in the “safe zone.” We get multiple panels where he’s looking around and all the heroes are charging forward and it’s so obvious that he’s scared and confused. He’s way in over his head, he’s been at hero school for less than a year and now he’s on the front lines supposed to be defending the very heroes he put his hope and trust in with his life.

Look at the composition of these two panels. Which side is the dialogue really addressing? What’s wrong with your society that a single disbeliever will bring it down? Who’s making children put their lives on the line to fight for an ideal they don’t really understand?

These are zealot words, fighting words, and smack dab in the middle is this kid who’s basically being raised in a military institution to become another soldier to die for them.

This is what being a hero means in this society.

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”You can just call me Jake,” their teacher said the first time they met. “The title’s ridiculous and we all know it.“ ”Yes, sir,” Berenson’s new students chorused obediently (Yes, Prince Jake.) (Ax called him prince from the very beginning - it was respect, it was allegiance, but do you think maybe it was also something else? A reminder, that they follow him, he holds their lives in his choices, and he is not - can never be - one of them. He knows this by the end; Ax knows it in the beginning.)

Jake would have been very unremarkable, if he hadn’t walked through that construction site, if the Yeerk expansion had not come to Earth in his lifetime.  His family is well off and he’s not much of a follower (good leaders make poor lackeys, there’s a reason that there’s an officer track), so he wouldn’t have been likely to go into the military, and he wouldn’t have thought much about public service, I think–he’s not the type to want to play detective.  He might have volunteered as a firefighter, a way for him to turn his big frame and athletic experience into a real world task, but he wouldn’t have worked as one full-time.  

He would have gone to college and gotten a degree, maybe in history (if he ever even realized that he loved history, without a war to prepare for), maybe in whatever seemed reasonable.  Business, perhaps.  He would have tried out for a few basketball teams, but probably never would have done particularly well on them.  He would have graduated middle-of-the-road, not terrible, but not great, and gotten a job, and married, and maybe had children.  He would have been a great father, but nothing special in the rest of his life, except.

Except.

The handful of times when something went wrong–then people would wonder how he learned his steadiness, where he got his level head, whether he had always been so confident in command.

Then the crisis would pass, and Jake Berenson would go back to his comfortable, quiet life.

He would have lived an unremarkable life, but he might have been happy. 

Instead, when he tells people to call him Jake, they agree and nod and call him sir, sir, sir.