I Came Across Two Roads to Power.

...And I took the road less traveled. Hello everyone! So this is an Idea I've been sitting on. It's a little cliche, a little dark, and a whole lot of FUN! On a side note, I want weird ideas for Quirks, and the stranger the better. If you can keep up with my unbelievably weird ideas, that's even better! On a side note, I'm currently fishing for a beta reader! Send a PM if you're interested, the more the merrier!

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"Look, Miss. There's no easy way to say this." The principal of Zeal High School (Named after the World Renowned Education Hero Zeal) turned to face his wall. A small blue pixie perched on his shoulder, looking sadder and sadder with each passing moment. He hated giving bad news. Dammit he was an educator! To give up on a student went against every fiber of his being.

He poked the little blue pixie, who let out a series of silent giggles. The laughter brightened his mood, and that of the poor mother who looked close to tears. This was his power 'Pixie Dust' the ability to broadcast whatever his companion felt over a ten foot radius. At the very least it could comfort someone who deserved none of the misfortune life had heaped upon her.

"Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper, as if even she didn't believe it. Being a mother was hard enough as it was, did this really need to happen again? With this… there were no more options. "She can't go anywhere else."

"I know it's a hard decision to come to. If I had ANY other option you have to believe I would jump on it. Your daughter is a wonderful young girl, headstrong and determined but wonderful all the same. If she could just stop fighting…" The mother flinched, and the principal felt an uncomfortable shadow squirm in his guts. It dragged down from his tongue and squirmed inside of him. The taste of hypocrisy. A taste that hurt more than dismissing a student. Much more. "No. No I lied. And I am sorry miss. It's not fair to put the blame on your daughter. None of this is her fault. I want you to know that I mean that. From the bottom of my heart I mean It."

He sighed, relying on another burst of Fairy giggles to boost his mood. It was like having a tube of anti-depressants on your shoulder, if anti-depressants were much cuter. Being a boy with such an effeminate quirk, he had suffered his own share of bullying growing up. From Quirk and Quirkless alike. "Is there a way you enroll her in a Quirkless course?"

The mother dropped her face into her hands. "I've tried. I've tried everything. She… She won't let me. Sometimes I think she hates me." Using her quirk, she lifted an eraser of the Principals desk, drifting it slowly into her hand. "I'd give up my quirk if I could. It's alienated my daughter. My son never mentions it but I know how he feels. Both of them have only ever wanted to be heroes. Nothing else matters to them."

"Well… There might be an option. Maybe." He saw the hope, shining in that desperate mothers eyes. It reminded him too much of his own mother. He knew he shouldn't do this. He should sweep it all under the rug, dismiss it and all the trouble it brought. But… At the end of the day he was an educator. A noble profession if ever there was one. And he would never sit back and watch a student fail if he could have done something to stop it. "U.A. High School."

The hope vanished from her eyes, snuffed out like a switch was flicked. "Now now, wait a second. Don't give up yet. Your daughters grades are great across the board, she more than qualifies."

"B-but, she doesn't have a quirk! She would never make it through the first exam!"

"Miss. Your daughter has been getting into fights with the most powerful Quirks on campus. I've never seen her lose. I've never even seen her unprepared. Furthermore-" He threw a manilla folder onto his desk, spilling out dozens of incident reports, photos, and classroom assignments. The assignment on top, a 'Who My Hero Is' paper, had been titled "A Quirkless Hero". "Miss, this is what your daughter has been after from day one. Not only will she jump at the opportunity… I think she might just come out on top."

"She could be killed."

"She could live to see her wildest dreams turn real."

"I-I'll need time to think."

"Of course, Miss Midoriya. Take all the time you need." He pushed the folder into her hands, and placed a flyer on top of it. An Admissions form for U.A. High School.

The mother left, leaving the principal alone in his office. He scratched the chin of his blue fairy, earning another peal of mute giggling. "Did I do the right thing Hokiri?"

Hokiri just tipped her head in confusion.

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"Here to fuck with me again? Funny, I thought you had learned that lesson. Guess I'll have to teach a little harder this time." Yuzuki Midoriya sighed, closing her Chemistry textbook. Kido never learned a lesson that wasn't pounded into the space between his ears. At least his henchmen were smart enough to feel fear. The two boys hung back, each looked about a step away from wetting themselves.

Kido just laughed. "Hah! The jokes on you, you're getting kicked out! I told you my dad had clout, but you had to go and be stubborn! Maybe if you grovel now, I'll ask him to let you back in. But it better be sincere, he's an important man. He doesn't have time to help all the poor, quirkless weirdos!" In his hand, a long needle of pure sunlight formed. A needle that had caused a lot of psychological pain before she arrived… and would continue to when she left.

She flipped back to her page, ignoring the obvious taunt. Yuzuki was not good at ignoring provocation, but in this case… She stood up and started walking past the bullies, looking down at her book the entire time. While reading about various thermodynamic laws, she passed Kido, the son of a minor politician in the Kanto region.

He, predictably, did not take well to being ignored. His ham-sized fist swatted the book out of her hands. A smug look was already on his face as he watched the chemistry text fall towards the hard dirt road.

Then her elbow smashed into his nose. Blood gushed out over his crisp white shirt, and he felt something break. Kido tried to conjure another of his pain-inducing light spears, when something struck his head. His brain shook, and a row of red marks formed across the top of his skull.

Yuzuki looked at the bully and felt nothing but disgust. The fingers of her right hand were wrapped tightly around a foot-long length of hard steel chain. Then she whipped Kido across the face with it again. And again. And again.

The first few times, Kido kept trying to summon his light spears. The jarring, brain shaking impacts stopped that plan. He couldn't even form a complete needle before her chain whipped across his face again, causing lines of painful welts. Finally the reality slid through his dense skull. Kido spat out the words.

"AHM SHORRY!" His lips were bruised and blood ran freely down his nose. It was all he could do. His companions stood by in stunned silence, a look from Yuzuki sent them scurrying off like roaches. The blows stopped immediately.

Kido bowed deeply, pressing his forehead to the ground by her feet. "Ihm reelly reelly shorry. Pleshe don't hurt me." He spat out a wad of blood. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you expelled. I'm sorry I touched your book. Please. Please."

Yuzuki turned to walk away, sliding the chain back into one of her deep pockets. She knew how the Quirk users thought, Kido was no different. He was a poison that seeped into the education system. A legal villain that would grow in both power and recklessness, until he used his power freely in a workplace where no wrongdoing could be proven. He would torture employees for slights both real and perceived. If caught by a superior… It would be nothing but "Sorry sorry. I got carried away. I only wanted what was best." People like that found apologizing to be the best way out of the graves they had dug, and it would last until someone finally called out his bullshit.

Unfortunately for Kido, that day was today. That someone was her.

As the boy knelt in the grandest form of apology he could manage, his hands lay face down. He was forming two of his painful light blades, just waiting for the naive quirkless girl who had upset his dominion over the school to turn her back. The second she did, he would have his revenge for months of painful humiliation. She deserved it! She came into the school a freak, and couldn't accept her place at the bottom of the food chain. He had earned his place in the school hierarchy. Fought for it with quirk and intelligence, only for her to come and upset the entire delicate game!

She turned, and he stood up. Hands glowing with powerful energy needles, he lunged for her unprotected back. He was almost there! In a few short inches, she would be the one begging for mercy! She would beg and scream, and suffer!

Fwoosh! Something cut the air with its speed. Kido saw the shining gleam of steel. He saw it arcing towards his outstretched hands. He tried to pull them back, but he had overstepped his lunge! The steel baton struck his hand with a meaty thwack, evolving into an agonizing crunch. His fingers caught the brunt of the blow, leaving three horribly mangled twitching things that stood out at odd angles.

"Y-You can't do that. You can't do that! That's not how this works!" Pain, injury, and the sight of his mangled fingers were sending him into a numb state of mild shock. Shock that vanished like dust in the wind when she leaned towards him, and his pants were suddenly VERY wet.

"Oh? You tried to attack me, I defended myself. You made such a convenient fool of yourself with that bowing and begging… Cell phones are a wonderful thing. I would almost be grateful if you weren't such a disgusting creature." Around them, dozens of students were filming. The school bully had terrorized many off their lives, watching him get his comeuppance gave many of them a thrill that bordered on the erotic. "Now your reputation is dead, and from the corpse of it, I springboard into greatness. Suck it you fat bastard."

With a dainty lift of her school standard skirt, she bowed to the assembled crowd. Applause went up from almost all who had seen the encounter, and the video would go viral within the hour. Yuzuki headed towards the parking lot, where her moms car should be. On the way there, she washed the blood off of her collapsible steel baton. No sense giving her overprotective mother something else to worry about, right?

There was her mom, waiting patiently by the car. As Yuzuki approached, her mother smiled a gigantic happy smile. "Did you say goodbye to your friends?"

"Oh, I've got a feeling they'll remember me for a long time…"

"Good to hear sweetie. I was talking to the principal, and he said that… Well that there is another school you could go to."

Yuzuki sighed. Not this again. Every year it was 'Why don't you go to an all quirkless school?' "Mom, I'm sorry but I just can't go to a school full of…" Her look turned sour, "Normies."

Inko Midoriya felt a shadow of sadness slide into her stomach when she heard her own daughter use such a derogatory, insulting term. It bothered her that her little girl viewed both the quirkless, and those with quirks, through such a negative lens. At least her two children would be able to meet again. It had been too long since they had all sat down to a proper family meal. "That's the thing. The principal… He offered a recommendation. To.. U.A. Academy."

Green eyes grew to the size of oranges, and a deafening, all too feminine shriek cut through the car. "REALLY MOM?! OH THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" Yuzuki grabbed her mom in a near-lethal hug and squeezed as tight as she could. "This is the best day of my life! Thank you so much!"

Inko had been planning to discuss all of this with her daughter. But watching her quiet, withdrawn little girl suddenly excited about something was too much for her. So she cried, and she hugged her jubilant daughter, and she cried a little more. All the while she wondered, "Is my little girl going to survive in that school?"

Still, she smiled, even through the tears. A good mother would support her daughter in this decision. A good mother would believe in her daughter. Right? Besides, there was good news that she had to share. "Oh, and Yuzuki! I bet you can't wait to see Izuku! He's such a sweet little boy, I'm sure he can't wait to see his big sister again.

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Dinner at the Midoriya household was a silent occasion. Izuku Midoriya stared into his plate, more or less dead to the world. He reeked of sweat and garbage. The entrance tests for U.A academy were only two weeks away, and he had been doing secret training under the Hero All Might.

Not that he could tell his family about that! His sister was so proud of his new mystery workout regime, promising that she wouldn't let him become a better hero than she was. If she knew he was training with All Might to enter U.A. academy, she'd be crushed. Besides, with her academic standing at the moment… He didn't want to make her feel bad. So even though he was on top of the world mentally, he kept his mouth shut and enjoyed dinner.

After all, what kind of brother intentionally made their delinquent big sister worry? It helped that he was too tired to even chew most nights.

On the other side of the table, Yuzuki ate like a woman possessed. She had to get back to her room so she could prepare for the entrance test at U.A. Across the table she could see her little brother, moving like one of the walking dead. Poor guy, training so hard to fulfil his dream of being a quirkless hero. Honestly she was amazed that her little crybaby brother had turned into such a spectacular human. He actually had muscles now!

That pride that flared in her chest just made her eat faster, if he kept up at this rate he could take a year off and enter U.A. High School. She owed it to him to be the first quirkless hero through those doors, and the moment she got in, his place would be assured.

Oh she knew it wouldn't be easy. She could be killed. He could be killed. But that was the nature of life for the powerless living in a world of heroes and villains. You were always one psychotic villain away from death. She knew that better than most, and the unpleasant memory made her skin crawl.

When the feeling passed, her plate was empty, and Yuzuki excused herself. She helped her mother clean the dishes, then spirited off to her room. Someone had been throwing away a lot of scrap metal recently, and the dump was overflowing. Batteries of every shape and size, metals of every type, and all the rust a budding pyromaniac could ever want. And she wanted a lot of it.

In her room, thirty coke cans lined a cheap wooden workbench, alongside a set of tools for various professions. In the past few weeks, she had taken several part time jobs to earn the money she needed to fund her projects, and the brand new acetylene torch was a testament to her drive. Cans of hairspray, propane, and tubs of cleaning products mixed wildly on the floor, next to steel cables, makeshift blades and a dozen blunt instruments.

Some heroes had powers on the level of gods. So mankind made weapons to usurp those gods.

Her computer was still on, showing one of many YouTube tutorials. Next to it, a mangled wrench sat on her workbench. Her other tabs contained leaked descriptions of the U.A. entrance exams. What's the point in preparing if you aren't over-preparing?

Every single one of the past U.A. entrance exams used robots in one way shape or form. It made sense, robots could be built fairly easily by a manufacturing hero, and U.A.'s budget was absurd. So for the examination, her 'utility belt' was filled with dozens of anti-robot weaponry. Each of which had been placed in it's own unique pouch, depending on what kind of robo-foe it was. Quickly she sat at her desk and started fiddling with a slew of wires and a sleek plastic device with two wicked looking prongs on it.

Outside of her room, a mother just looked at the closed doors of both her children with sadness in her eyes. Neither one of her children had given her anything more than a brief acknowledgement. It felt like her family was falling apart, but at the same time she was watching her children blossom into adulthood. She knew that both of them were becoming better people.

But… Couldn't they stay her children for a little while longer? With a sad sigh, Inko went into the living room to watch a movie. The first few times she did this, she invited her kids. Now she just pretended they were there with her.

Night fell on the Midoriya household, all three inhabitants hoping for the day where their dreams came true.

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The weeks passed by in a blur, when the moment came that Yuzuki set out for the U.A. Admissions exam. Her mother gave a tearful goodbye, wishing her the best of luck at an exam that could very well mean her death. Izuku was nowhere to be found, likely still on his mystery exercise regimen. Something she was entirely too proud of.

Yuzuki doubted she would be at her best if she had to watch Izuku's tear-streaked face when he found out she was going to be a hero. He'd probably be worrying about her too.

The idea brought a smile to her face, as she looked over the academy entrance building. Like all things in U.A. High School, it was larger than life. It was like they built this entire place to be gigantic and intimidating!

She was one of the first to enter the auditorium, though there was still a good 30 minutes before the festivities began. Naturally, she decided to get some info on her fellow competitors. Taking a peek around the room, she wasn't terribly impressed.

On her left, an Ash-faced emo who clearly needed to get more sun. Whether it was a guy or a girl was anyone's guess. Black coat, black gloves, even a black scarf who's tassels dangled around his feet. As she was watching, he coughed and it was the rattling hacking cough of a smoker.

Off to her right, a brown haired boy kept running out of the room. He stood guard over a growing pile of chairs, and every time he ran off he returned with another few chairs for the pile. Each of them was a tall-backed folding wooden chair. 'Now that's just strange.' When the pile had reached twenty chairs he reclined on them, somehow finding a comfortable spot on a literal mountain of chairs.

Elsewhere, groups of nameless nobodies were chatting with friends and loudly bragging about their powers. She picked up a lot of info on a lot of low-tier abilities. Some really crazy shit. The ability to walk through floors (But only floors). The ability to sharpen any object to a perfectly fine point. Super-Spit that makes any area ten times tougher for the next hour. Avian-kinesis.

These were some laughably bad skills. Finally curious, Yuzuki approached Chair-boy (Or as she would now always think of him, the Chairman). "So. What's with all the chairs?" She asked the question with a single quirked eyebrow.

"It's my power." The Chairman said, a lazy hand brushing a lock of wavy brown hair out of his eyes. Eyes of a surprisingly dark brown color. A brown so deep they were almost black.

"Your power is… To bring chairs into a room?" She asked, genuinely curious about these strange abilities.

Finally he sat up, and the chair beneath his sat up too. One of the chairs arms popped out, and swiveled towards her in the rough approximation of a handshake. "I control chairs."

She was about to laugh, when the entire mound of chairs suddenly shot up, raising the boy high into the air on a literal tower of chairs. He stared down at her, and suddenly those deep brown eyes seemed entirely too dangerous. The laugh died in her throat.

The chair tower slid back onto the ground, and the Chairman stuck out his hand. "Kuisu. Kuisu Anra."

She took the hand slowly, eyes watching the many chairs around him. "Er… Yuzuki Midoriya." Though she was calm on the outside, internally she was screaming. This crazy ability seemed laughably weak on the outside, but what she just saw him do with it, this boy would destroy her in a fight! Maybe. Possibly. Either way the match would be too close for comfort.

Now it was his turn to raise a curious eye. "Alright. I talked about me, your turn. What's your quirk?"

Her hand closed around the comfortable length of metal chain hidden in her pocket. It wasn't like she planned on starting a fight with him, but the hard metal anchored her thoughts to the world of mankind's accomplishments. It calmed her mind.

"I don't have a quirk. Why, got a problem with quirkless?!" His lip curled into an aggravating smile.

"Fine, don't tell me. I'll see it during the matches… That is, assuming you're lying."

"I'm not." Her voice dripped with venom.

"Well then, I'll owe you an apology later, won't I?"

Yuzuki turned around and left the obnoxiously calm chair-boy to his chairs. Instead, she went to the Ash-grey emo. "Hey there." She said, putting on her best 'Let's be friends' smile. "I'm Yuzuki. Who are you?"

"Vesuvius." Good god it even sounded like something an edgy ten-year old would come up with. At least she learned that 'Vesuvius' was a boy.

"Well, that's an interesting hero name… So Vesuvius, what power goes with that name?"

He moved to answer, when that horrible hacking cough cut him off. He covered his mouth with a hand, but she could clearly see the smoke and ash that poured out between his fingers. A few stray flecks hit the floor, immediately melting palm-sized patches of the tacky carpeting. A few more coughs, and he turned his attention back to her. "I exhale superheated ash. Are you done with the questions? It-" He broke into another fit of coughs. "My ability. I can't talk long."

She nodded her head at him, "I get it Vesuvius, nice to meet you. I hope we never meet on opposite sides." He met her eyes with a pleasant grin. A grin that said, 'No… No you really don't.'

Now the goth shit made sense. If you couldn't talk for fear of breathing deadly ash on people, an outfit that drove away conversation partners could be quite appealing. Or maybe he just liked the look and she was overthinking things.

She had just reached her seat when a cleared throat drew her attention. Above her (As in, directly above her) a man was standing on the ceiling. A ceiling that was at least 40 ft high. With a wave of his hand he fell off the ceiling, falling in fluttery drops until his feet lightly landed on the chair behind her.

"I saw your reconnoitering, Miss. It was impressive, for someone who claims to have no quirk." He was wearing a long blue turtleneck sweater, with equally long gray slacks. Other than that though… In a room full of freaks, this guy looked almost normal.

"And why, exactly, where you eavesdropping on me?" Her right hand closed around a can of pepper spray, also conveniently hidden in her deep pockets. Some of these so-called heroes were pretty damn creepy.

"Ah, no need to worry. I couldn't help it. Supersonic hearing."

"Nice try. I saw you float down. You can't do that with superhearing."

"True. But what If you have both?"

"Two Quirks? That's a one-in-a-million chance."

"Stranger things have happened."

With no real rebuttal, she released the can of pepper spray. "Fine. Well since you were spying on my conversation-"

"I wasn't spying."

"-Then why don't you tell me your quirk. What can you do?"

"I'm glad you asked, Quirkless girl. My power allows me to change the directional orientation of anything I touch. Up is down, left is right, and all that fun. As such I prefer ceilings. So much less… Noisy. I only occasionally offend people by accidentally overhearing things. For which I am sorry. I don't suppose you can forgive me for this mild transgression into your private business." He held his hand out, and she met it. A rare feat of trust for someone with touch-based powers, but she would not be seen as a coward by the first person to believe her.

As she touched his hand, she noticed a series of fine white hairs stretching along the underside of his pinkie. They continued into his turtleneck, running on the underside of both his arms. Clearly strange, but she had seen far stranger mutations. Could they be related to his super hearing? Could hairs even hear?

Making a note to update her zoological biology knowledge, Yuzuki waved goodbye as the strange boy floated away towards the ceiling. "Good luck Quirkless girl!" He called out. Loudly.

And then every eye was on her. She just glared at him.

Fortunately, the crowds started pouring in right then and there. In the mix of talking, chatting, laughing, and one of the event coordinators telling Chair-boy to move his chairs out of the way, she was momentarily forgotten. At least… She thought she was.

"Hello!" A girl with a series of books piled under each arm, and a huge camping backpack on her back declared with a broad grin. "I'm Shoho Suzuki, my power is a secret! It's very nice to meet you, can I have your autograph?"

A notebook appeared in front of her, the page already heavily autographed. A pen was already nestled between the two pages. Yuzuki was uncomfortable to say the least.

"Alright? But… Why?"

"Why! Why! Of course I have to get your autograph!" Shoho looked at the other girl's uncomprehending facial features. "You're the first Quirkless human to enroll in U.A. If you get in, your pre-admittence signature will be worth… Oh… 2-3 thousand dollars! Please sign and date it to if you don't mind!"

With an odd feeling, Yuzuki complied, squiggling her signature as best she could (Handwriting was not her specialty!). She was going to ask Shoho something, when on top of the notebook a stack of legal documents appeared.

"Now, assuming you pass, you will be paid 200 dollars for the signature. Nothing if you fail though, sorry but business is business. But if you want to make some real money, Shi Suzuki Industries would like to purchase your likeliness for the purposes of their TCG 'Junior Heroes'. If the number on that page seems inadequate, know that at the end of each year you will be up for review, and the number will only grow with your name. All Might is worth a quarter million dollars alone!"

"A quarter of a million?" Yuzuki asked, confusion clear across her face. All Might had to be worth more than that!

"That's just for using his likeness on our trading cards!" Shoho reached into one of her books, drawing out a glittery ALL MIGHT trading card. It looked flashy, cheap even, but the card was famous in many collector circles. Izuku would know the current value. When she had checked several years ago, a card like that was worth almost ten grand! "My father owns the company! Please sign the paperwork, there are still several promising heroes still here to be interviewed!"

Not seeing any downside, Yuzuki did just that. The contract was simple, in exchange for using your hero name and a single image, you will be paid _. In this case, the blank space was filled with the number 1,000$. Which was, quite frankly, an absurd amount of money for a beginning hero. At the end, a caveat had been added in Shoho's elegant script. If she had lied about her abilities, she would receive nothing. Again, fair enough.

Of course, if she failed the exam, it was all null and void. Yuzuki could have laughed, she had way bigger stakes in this game than just 1,200 dollars! "Alright, thanks Shoho! Good luck with the contest."

Shoho smiled, skipping away merrily. "Have no fear Yuzuki. My power is top-tier. I hope to see you do well though. You are a powerful investment for my family."

Yuzuki didn't quite like being called an investment, so she sat back in her seat and stayed quiet through the auditorium performance. She listened carefully to all the rules. She even ignored the loud kid who suddenly started shouting at a boy near the back row. Some people just had no self control. Examinee 711, some people just couldn't keep their mouths shut and wait for the examiner to speak.

At least he had the decency to apologize afterwards.

She sighed again. This place was packed. There were too many heroes for only four arenas. She would have to move quickly if she wanted to get past the rest of them. Finally the assembly ended with a quote from Napoleon and the students were loaded into buses and taken to the examination cities.

An entire cityscape built solely for the purpose of the test. The internet had warned her about this, but seeing it for yourself was a whole different ball game. Gigantic skyscrapers, compact city blocks, everything painfully modeled after a real city. There was just one problem… How many enemies were they packing into this place?

She was placed in the same group as Vesuvius and the Chairman (Who was standing proudly next to his ambulatory pile of chairs). Shoho and the ceiling creep were nowhere to be seen. The rest of her group was made up of 30 or so people chosen seemingly at random from the crowd. A girl with hair that moved like smoke and wreathed around her head like a cloud. A boy with a set of animal skulls on his necklace. A girl who looked waaaay too young to be there who kept throwing around fistfuls of glitter. Honestly this entire school was a freakshow.

Yuzuki found herself smiling. Here in the world of the greatest quirks, she could shine above them all. The group quickly devolved into a staring match between the huge looking student with an animal skull necklace, and the minuscule little girl who had tossed glitter onto him by 'mistake'. The glares were intense, it looked like a fist was about to be thrown, only for the microphone-powered announcer declared that the match had begun!

While the others were still busy with the fight, Yuzuki had moved as close to the gate as possible. Fortunately, not all the students were complete morons, and she nodded her head towards the bird-headed boy also standing next to the gate. Naturally, they were both itching to hear the word 'Go', though neither of them showed it in any outwards fashion. But when it came they shot through the gate like ten thousand hellspawned demons were chasing them.

Bird boy was riding on some sort of shadow, which was a neat power. Then the robots were everywhere, and she had bigger priorities than other heroes abilities. The second she saw the three different types, she knew immediately what they were, and how to bring them down.

1-pointers, CR4B Type. Built for one vs one hero combat by Doctor Emman Surge, these were obviously a toned down version. Light steel armor, with lots of exposed wiring. Easy to destroy for any hero. The real trick was to attack the single glowing red eye when it opened the twin 8 barreled machine turrets. Which was exactly what she did. The turrets spun open, and her collapsible baton hit the eye. The glass shattered, and she pressed a button on the handle triggering a minor surge of electricity to the tip of the baton. There was a zap, two sparks, and the machine dropped to the floor.

2-pointers, the Scorpion Horse. Fast type recon and bashing robots. A custom version of Professor Doomsdays Insanity-Crushers. No poison gas in these versions. Good armor, but weak joints. The tail also can't strike if you're in front of the head, leaving it utterly defenseless against a frontal assault. She almost felt sad for it. Such a sad PG version of what was once an unstoppable weapon. Diving beneath the stomach, she tossed a lit M-80 into the exposed underside wiring. Built to fight in a never ending cloud of deadly smoke, there was a critical weakness to the underbelly. When the M-80 went off, the entire bot exploded into a pile of scrap and burning wires.

Then the 3-pointer got in her way. ZooBots FROG type assault bot. A heavy-hitter if ever there was one. A walking tank with twin-mounted rocket launchers, capable of leaping up to 35 feet. Front, side, and rear armor made each side just as difficult to attack. In fact, the robot should be unstoppable for a battle with school children. She approached it quickly, ready to dive the second it's shoulder rockets twitched. Because when those twitched, firing was already locked, and the rocket would be finding its destination very quickly.

It took almost twenty seconds for the shrug to come, and another three for the rocket to hit. U.A. had obviously lengthened the firing time to avoid student deaths. The explosion was also pitifully minor, equivalent to a sack of M-80's. Enough to maim, but killing was unlikely. Which left her with a tricky problem, because the best way to take down a FROG was… She tossed a single lit M-80 into one of the rocket tubes when she was only 7 feet away. 5 seconds later it hopped away, responding to "Enemy too close protocols". In midair the explosive went off, igniting the missile in the tube and turning the soaring tank into another pile of burning metal.

6 points already, and she hadn't stopped moving for more than a second. Good. The rest of the heroes could handle the group closest to the gate, she would cut deeper into the city, where more were sure to be found. At the minute mark she was at 9 points. By the second she was at 15. At 30 the herd thinned out, and she had no luck finding any more… Until the 8:15 mark, where a building sized Goliath-class appeared. The dreaded fourth type.

Nicknamed the TITAN, only two had ever been built. Used as a deterrent against one of the most powerful hero of the Pre-All Might era, Muscle Jack. They were unstoppable killing machines, with the strength to destroy entire cities. WHAT WAS ONE DOING HERE?!

Its shoulder hitched, and she knew a punch was coming. Dodging was a different matter entirely with a fist the size of a damn building! Yuzuki shrieked, diving into one of the many fake buildings. The robotic hand tore open the front of the building, its fingers clawing for her and churning half the first floor into rubble, when suddenly it stopped.

Outside, two heroes were harassing the giant robot. A man with blazing red hair, and a midget with purple balls growing out of his scalp. The purple balls held the robot in place, gluing its hand to the building so it couldn't reach any further in. The red-head tried to punch it, and a shadow-like form swept him out of the way an instant before a punch from the TITAN shattered every pane of glass for half a city block.

Yuzuki knew what she had to do. She took out all her explosives, including six cans of homemade Thermite. She set the longest fuse she could for the M-80's, and lit them all. All of this had been set up against the last load-bearing pillar. Two more cans of thermite were placed against additional pillars, and then she got the hell out of that building.

The TITAN was still trapped in place when the explosives went of. Thermite burned bright enough that it looked like uncolored fireworks. Then the building -a fifty story office building- tipped. It tipped. It leaned. And it fell on top of the TITAN, burying it beneath so much rubble.

The students who had helped to rescue her stared in stunned silence, and the cheer that went up was met only by the exuberant shouting of the exam proctor. "TIIIIIIME'S UUUUUUUP!"

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Thank you everyone who read this! I hope you enjoyed seeing Yuzuki Midoriya, an OC I have created to contrast Izuku's rise to power and greatness. On a side note, tell me what you thought of the story!