The building of the Ten'nin facility was set ablaze, and there was no amount of firefighters that could hope to recover the burnt documents inside it. The roaring fire lit like a flare that could be seen through the night for miles away. Five people stood perched upon five enclosed funnels coming from a nearby factory. The funnels allowed them a good view of the facility and the entirety of the Musutafu prefecture. Among the five people, in the middle was a man with a most ominous aura and a constant grin as he witnessed the havoc that unfolded before him.

"hm hm hm," he chuckled. One of his comrades looked to his direction. Not much could be observed from his appearance as it was dark, but his silhouette suggested that he wore a kimono and had a katana strapped to his side. The katana, however, took an odd shape. It looked somewhat like a syringe, the bottom of the handle being flat and the tip of the blade being sharp.

"What is it, master?" he asked solemnly. The man, not taking his eyes away from the scene, replied.

"This is it, my colleagues," he stated. "This is the first step towards a better future," he stated profoundly. His chuckling began to escalate into the beginning of a maniacal laughter. Something caught his eye as he laughed, something that made him lose his smile. A group of disaster-relief heroes mobilized as they did whatever they could to extinguish the fire.

"Ningen, take 'em out," he stated with a straight face, signifying that he meant business. Another one of his colleagues looked up at the order. The darkness hid many things, but not the large fishtail that he had. He crouched for a second before kicking off from the funnel, effectively collapsing it with his force. He landed closely to the disaster-relief heroes. The impact of his landing blew the people already stationed there away. One did not get blown away. He looked at the newly arrived threat and asked.

"Were you the one who set this facility ablaze?!" he asked, somewhat scared. Ningen did not reply. He simply walked over to him in a stern pace, before kicking it up just before he arrived at him, driving his fist through the unlucky hero's gut, blowing all his intestines and abdominal organs through a hole he made in his back. Another hero witnessed the scene, but before he could flee or make a move, Ningen dashed towards him with unreal speed. He appeared before the hero in an instant, cutting through his neck with his bare flat hand, decapitating the hero. He was dead before he knew it. From a corner appeared more heroes. They attacked Ningen on sight, but before they could even approach him, Ningen appeared behind them, kicking them all simultaneously in horizontal slash, breaking all their backs, killing some of them on impact. As he did not know whether there were any more heroes left, he released his vapor out through three blowholes on his face. The vapor would be able to tell where each and everyone in the radius of the vapor were. Realizing that there weren't any left, he retreated.

"No land-dweller can defeat me," he mumbled. It became a reflex for him to say that after defeating anyone. He constantly reminded himself of this fact, as he felt the need to be superior.

Atop of the funnel, he stood on, the leader of the group regained his spirit as he witnessed more destruction unfold in front of him. He started laughing now. He held out his hands as he looked up at the sky.

"Soon! Soon you will all know my name! The name of the man that liberates this world! Remember the name..." he started, before turning his back at the scene unfolding, only for him to admire the view of the entirety of the Musutafu prefecture. His smile grew ever wider. He held out his hands before screaming out at the top of his lungs.

"KING NOIR!"

The destruction continued onwards, but by the time the last ember burn out, the group was long gone, only leaving behind a staggering amount of casualties.

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It was a peaceful day today. The early warmth of spring was just beginning to dissipate the frigidness that had followed after the winter season. Spring break had just ended and school was on. Test results came out and middle-schoolers were enrolling into new high school. There is one high school, though, that stands above the rest, a clear cut above the average institution. It is the world-renowned heroics-school known as U.A. The entrance exam will break bones and only the toughest get to be called students of this institution. This is truly the highest academia.

It was a boring morning for Aizawa-sensei. This was the first day of the new hero class and he knew what that meant. The annual Quirk Apprehension test. It would be just like any other regular P.E lesson, only this wasn't middle school. Quirks were actually allowed in each and every activity, and it was time to gauge the students, but it wasn't like he hadn't witnessed the same thing over and over again. Like a bagworm inside his sleeping bag, he lazily crawled through the hallway in search for the homeroom, for he was going to be the teacher of class 1-A. What he did not expect to see was a group of kids yelling inside the classroom, while a girl shouts at them to keep quiet all the while. A peculiar boy with an ape-ish mutation was swinging around the ceiling fans, throwing random stuff at another student with a ratlike mutation, only for him to seemingly absorb the objects through his hands. The boy was relatively short, standing at around 5"5.

"That's awesome! Do it again, Ge-chan!" the monkey boy yelled as he reached for a notebook that was on a desk. He picked it and threw it at the rat boy. The girl that owned the notebook was not too pleased. She stood up and gave the monkey boy a piece of her mind.

"What the hell, man?! Tell Gesshirui to give my damn notebook back before I break your necks!" the girl yelled. She wasn't kidding around. She was probably one of the tallest girls in the classroom. She had light blue skin and pink hair. She also had horns protruding from her forehead, with the same color as her skin. The monkey boy laughed before giving his reply.

"Oooh, big talk coming from a girly girl with pink hair," he replied. While thinking that his comeback was even remotely clever, he laughed his ass off. This evidently angered the girl. She pulled up her sleeves and approached the monkey boy, only for him to evade her grabs with his superior agility. The rat boy intervened and offered to make peace in his own way.

"I'll return your notebook. Just gimme 5,000 yen for it," he rat boy demanded in a rather sinister tone. The girl only approached the rat guy now.

"What the hell kinda hero-in-training do you think you are, extorting me like that?!" she yelled.

This was apparently extremely funny for the monkey, and the rat, too. The other side of the classroom wasn't much better either. Two guys were practically on each other's necks. One was extremely built and had dark medium-length hair, while the other one, while also very built, had spiky red hair and cracks on his eyes. They were about to duke it out right there and then.

"Now, I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but dontcha mess with me unless you like getting metal poles up your ass!" the dark haired one yelled.

"Try, you fucking asshole, and imma make sure that image's the last thing you see in your life!" the red-haired one replied. Only held back by their fear of being expelled, they were on the very brink of fighting each other.

In the middle of the classroom flew two students with their quirks. One had a helicopter rotor on his back while the other one was propelling himself above the ground with jets of wind coming out of some holes in his arms. They were playing aerial tag, apparently.

"Rotors are better, tornado-boy!" the one with the helicopter-like quirk yelled from across the room.

"They're CYCLONES, dipshit!" he replied, an extreme gust of wind leaving his perforated arm, propelling him with extreme speed towards his opponent.

"CAN'T YOU GUYS DO THIS OUTSIDE?!" the spectacled girl shouted towards the both of them. Not showing any signs of hearing, they simply continued.

Aizawa-sensei, obviously having enough of this, coughed lightly in order to gain the spectacled girl trying to calm things down's attention. She looked to the right, only to see the teacher cosplaying a bagworm. It certainly made her question why she even came to this school. She approached the teacher and crouched down. The teacher took out a piece of paper and asked:

"Is this class 1-A?"

"Sadly, yes," she replied, her glasses reflecting some dark fire coming from some corner of the room. It certainly was time for the teacher to step in. After eating the paper he pulled out, he unzipped his sleeping bag, and slowly got out of it as he stood up and approached his desk.

"Ehem, students," he tried, only for his voice to be completely obscured by the magnitude of noise. Understanding the situation, he knew it had to be done. The teacher looked at all the students and blinked at each and every one of them. One by one, some of the students were unable to use their quirks, except for the mutation types. This resulted in one of the airborne duo crashing to his desks, almost breaking his ribs in the process, the rat got a chair hurled at his face, this time being unable to dissipate it with his quirk. The monkey boy stopped to look at his rat friend, now bleeding on the floor. The two bulky characters at the corner stopped all fighting and simply took to their desks.

"My name is Aizawa Shouta, your new homeroom teacher, pleasure to meet you," he introduced himself briefly. "It took you guys thirty seconds to calm down. Life is short, are you guys lacking in common sense?" he asked deadpan. The spectacled girl raised her hand, but before she could be allowed to talk, she did so anyways.

"As the future valedictorian, I was trying to calm the class down, which obviously fa-" was all she could say before getting cut off by the teacher.

"Fascinating," he exclaimed bored. "Now hurry up and wear these clothes and shove off to the P.E grounds," the teacher ordered as he pulled out P.E uniforms of all shapes and sizes for the new students. As they took the clothes and continued on, the monkey boy still had something to say to the teacher.

"Uhm, sensei, what are we gonna do with Ge-chan?" he said as he pointed at the rat boy with a bloodied face. The teacher walked casually over to him and crouched as he examined him. He stood up to give his diagnosis.

"Take him to Recovery Girl real quick, and don't be too late for the P.E lesson," he told the monkey boy. He nodded and went over to the rat boy and carried him on his shoulder with relative ease. Before leaving the room, he turned around to introduce himself.

"My name is Fumajime Masaru, my quirk is ape form and I-"

"Fascinating," Aizawa-sensei replied sarcastically. "Although I'm not really sure I remember asking you for any info about you," he continued. Realizing that he did not want to listen to anything that Masaru had to say, he simply continued on to Recovery Girl's office.

"Now get the move on, kids, we're burning sunlight," he said as he ushered them onto the P.E grounds.

"As you all know, quirks are a fairly new thing in human history. When it started to manifest on all kinds of people, it lead to a societal upheaval that we are still recovering from. As a result, it is illegal to display quirks publicly, unless you're a certified hero. And as a result, middle schools resort to not letting any students use their quirks during P.E. Same goes for any other regular high school. This is no regular high school. We train you to become heroes, and we need to assess your quirks to the fullest. In other words: knock yourselves out," he concluded. The spectacled girl known as Shugaka Shizutaku raised her hand again, also speaking before being chosen.

"What if your quirk isn't based on physical attributes. What if-" she asked concernedly before getting cut off for the second time.

"First off, quit that. I didn't allow you to speak, and frankly, I don't wanna hear it. Just do as you're told," he ordered passive-aggressively. "Alright, let's get to the action," he exclaimed. He walked the students forward to the ball-throwing ring. He picked a random person from the group of students. It was the tall, light-blue skinned girl towering above the rest of the students standing at a staggering 6'6". Her name was Shioni Kaiyo. She walked to the ball-throwing circle and started stretching.

"What was your farthest distance at throwing in middle school, while not using your quirk?" the teacher asked.

"Around 70 meters, I think," she replied. He gave her the ball, but before she threw it, she asked the teacher a question.

"So, do I use my quirk, now?" she asked.

"Yes," he simply replied, obviously tired of his current class. The girl stretched her arms and took the throwing pose. Before going, she closed her eyes and activated her quirk. Vapor was emitted from her skin as she started to glow faintly. She stepped backward, causing her foot to get lodged on the ground. She took a few quick steps forward before launching the ball forward until it was out of sight. Murmurs were heard in the background. She deactivated her quirk and staggered backward, almost falling. Aizawa-sensei had a machine on his hands that measured the distance of the ball. He raised it slightly for people to see.

"This is what we are looking for. Your capabilities," he said as he displayed the number. 700m, it read.

"That's awesome!" someone in the crowd shouted. Aizawa-sensei overheard this and took on a more ominous tone of voice.

"'Awesome' you say? Oh, boy you still don't know where you are, huh? This place isn't meant to be 'Awesome!' or 'Fun!'. Fine, since you think this is so damn fun, the person to get the least amount of points gets an expulsion. We'll see how much fun you have, then," Aizawa-sensei revealed, letting a wide grin show across his face as he stroked his hair with his hand slowly. At this time, most of the students suddenly grew tense. While somewhere thrilled, others weren't, for it just so happened that there was a portion of students in the group that did not possess any strength-augmenting quirk, effectively being as powerful as a quirkless human. A notable example is the Human Calculator: Shugaka Shizutaku. A select few know how this genius even managed to pass the entrance exam, but she did.

One by one, the students tried their best to use their quirks in all sorts of applications. While some scored no higher than when they were in middle schools, other's results were explosively different from their middle school performances. One had asked to perform after lessons for his own reasons. It was a young caucasian boy named Orieza Locke. He had simply stood back to watch the others.

The results were tallied up and announced. On the last place was, you guessed it, the spectacled girl. She, while already being non-impressive physically, had no way to apply her quirk in any of the activities. Although others were in the same situation, she was the only one that scored the lowest.

"First place goes to Fumajime Masaru with 80 points," Aizawa-sensei announced as he read from the hologram that appeared out of a machine he was holding. It had the entire leaderboard of the students. The ape-like boy pumped his fist to the air.

"Sorry to be flexin' on y'all weaklings," he announced as he flexed in various body-builder positions, showing off his small, yet toned muscles. Not too many were actually impressed, and one even yelled at him to knock it off. On the bottom of the leaderboard, at the 20/20th position lies Shugaka Shizutaku. She lay on the ground weeping like a little girl.

"Oh, that whole expulsion thing was a lie," he added in a monotone voice. This plastered a surprised look on some of the students.

"It was a logical ruse to pull the best performances out of you!" he revealed as he grinned like a madman. By the time he finished, most of the students gasped or were simply deadpan.

"Of course it was, dumbasses," a shady boy with dark-purple hair stated. His name was Kinose Shoushitsu, a 5"7 kid with a cold smile plastered on his face. Shuguka's eyes beamed with joy. She was ecstatic to hear that she wouldn't be expelled. She looked up at the sky and started square rooting all numbers from 1,000 and downwards in her head to keep herself calm. It was some simple mental arithmetics that helped her focus and keep calm. Her focus was quickly disrupted again by two boys having a loud argument.

"I told ya not to mess with me, crack-eyes!" yelled the red-haired boy, Kossetsu. This time, they were actually about to fight.

"Whaddya mean, you're the one fucking with me, fuck munch," replied the disgruntled dark-haired boy from before known as Shakuja.

"You got the exact same score as me, and you're still above me in the leaderboard! Stop fucking around, I'm better than you!" he replied. Shakuja fished some coins from his pocket and ground them with his magnetic quirk. He prepared some knuckles in the case of a fight. Noticing this, the red-haired boy decided to taunt him.

"You sure you wanna do that? What good be knuckles if you can't see where you'll hit me?" Kossetsu stated as his eyes started glowing, signaling the process of activating his quirk. They both prepared to attack each other. They were inches from each other if it hadn't been for some sort of sheet restraining them and their quirks suddenly disappearing, leaving them both immobile and neutralized.

"What the fuck is this?!" they both yelled, their faces inches away from each other. Aizawa-sensei held his scarf that restrained the two boys sternly, his strength betraying his appearance. His hair was blown backward and eyes wide open, accentuating his terror-inducing seriousness.

"The reason he's above you is because his last name, Rodoku, comes before yours, Shisen," he informed them with a furious voice, his eyes revealing that he was about to snap at any time.

"Don't make me use my quirk so much, I got dry eye dammit!" he added before blinking at both of the boys, thereby returning their powers and removing their restraints.

"You are supposed to be co-heroes! The only reason you guys haven't been booted out yet is precisely due to me. Both of you are above the 0 mark and aren't yet hopeless. Don't make me change my mind," he warned. The two boys simply looked at the ground now, annoyed at being reprimanded for their childishness. The teacher simply walked off before saying something else.

"Don't exert yourselves before tomorrow's trial," he stated nonchalantly. After the P.E lesson, the students headed to math classes and resumed conventional education, being painfully reminded that this was, in fact, a legitimate school.

It was 6 PM and all the students had already left the compound. All but Orieza Locke, the caucasian boy from America. He had informed Aizawa-sensei that his quirk was highly volatile and could result in the injury of his fellow students. Orieza Locke was a simple-looking boy. He had brown hair and light skin. He wasn't too tall for his age, but he was fairly handsome. Aizawa-sensei was overseeing his performance. As the sun went down, Locke's strength increased, but that wasn't the reason why he wanted to do the trials at night. He didn't want his friends to think of him as a monster. He didn't want to lose any friends like that. Or could he even call any of them his friends? He barely talked to them, but it seemed like it was his nature to bond quickly. He was stretching his limbs before beginning any of the activities. Aizawa-sensei grew a bit impatient.

"Anytime you're ready, kid," he stated as he rolled his eyes. The boy quickened his pace before beginning. He stepped into the pitching ring and closed his eyes.

"A-are you sure about this, sensei?" he asked scared. The teacher simply looked at the floor before looking up.

"Orieza Locke, I know what your quirk is. I am fully aware of the mental strain that victims or anyone near of this quirk go through. I can asure you, I'll be fine. Don't forget. What happened at the entrance exam was not your fault," Aizawa stated, half monotonously and half earnestly. Locke regained his heart and his stance. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes, tendrils of darkness started to creep out of the shadows of every object in a close radius. The tendrils materialized out of the ground and grabbed the ball. The shadow stretched backward like it was preparing to launch the ball like a catapult. The tendril swung with an immense speed, launching the ball further than any other person managed. Aizawa held his footing and showed the display of the speed camera to the young student. It read 1,800m. It was a record, to say the least, but it took a toll on the student. He sat down for a second to regain his breath. He lifted himself up and smiled at the teacher. Aizawa-sensei looked back at him, giving him a small smile. He walked over to him and rustled his hair, much to Locke's dismay.

'At least there's one kid that makes me smile,' Aizawa thought to himself. He silently watched the boy complete all the task, effectively landing himself a no. 1 spot above the jack-of-all-activities Fumajime Masaru, the athletic monkey boy. The boy then continued homewards, happy that his teacher had taken a liking to him.