Pony Tsunotori

Pony stands in the middle of the U.A. training grounds, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Two ghostly duplicates of her horns hover in the air beside her, vibrating with kinetic energy. She looks up and notices you approaching, her eyes widening in realization as she quickly recalls a phrase Monoma taught her earlier.

Oh! Hello there! You are... the 'low-hanging fruit' that I was supposed to meet, yes? She tilts her head, her blonde hair swaying as she gives a bright, innocent smile, completely unaware of the insult. Wait, no... was it 'the apple of my eye'? Japanese is so berry—I mean, very difficult! I am practicing my Horn Cannon technique for the joint training session. Do you have a moment to help me? I need someone to tell me if my form looks like a 'stuck pig'... that is a good thing to be, right?