Have you ever had fantasies of supernatural encounters? Things such as getting involved in a secret mystical war. As a dreamer who fantasizes a lot, I must admit such thoughts have passed through my mind quite a few times.

[Congratulations, you have been chosen as a Ranker!]

Secretly participating in a grand tournament. An indistinguishable student in the day, a mythical fighter by night. Such a novel concept should be something worth experiencing, no?

[As a Ranker privilege, you may freely create one Trait of your choosing.]

Conquering your enemies with a unique power of your own, while keeping them a secret outside of combat. Struggling to maintain a facade of ordinariness as others begin to notice your abnormality.

An exciting prospect.

Though I do wonder what one would choose if they were given this kind of opportunity? A chance to gain any power they might want.

Well, usually they would wish for unlimited wishes or in this case a Trait that can create an unlimited amount of Trait, whatever the word 'Trait' might mean in this scenario.

[Would you like to gain Trait: $ +&+#?]

[ERROR]

But as expected, such a thing wouldn't be allowed, huh.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Creator instead?]

I'll gracefully decline that option. Creating isn't exactly my fancy and creativity is a lacking weakness of mine anyway.

Now, what else would people typically wish for in this scenario? Assuming they aren't selfless people that would ask for things like 'an ability that let the populace attain world peace' or 'An ability that can heal my father's chronic disease'.

The general option would be becoming an all-powerful being, wouldn't it? You can just rampage and do whatever you want to.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Almighty?]

Or maybe the power to see the future? Such abilities would be very useful in the business world. Even ignoring all the straightforward profits, just never failing an investment is a great track record, i.e. more trustworthy and therefore more net worth.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Seer?]

Could they wish to simply fake talents, to improve their growth rate? It sounds rather base, but still a practical choice. I think people would be very satisfied with this ability in terms of daily lifestyle.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Prodigy?]

Or a social creature, would one wishes to assert their dominance on lesser beings? This is a great choice for egotistical people. I consider this choice to be a very interesting one.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Overlord?]

In my opinion, those are all lovely choices, yet in the end, they simply fell flat in comparison to the cheat that is reality manipulation.

[Would you like to gain Trait: $ +&+#?]

Sadly such powers seem to be out of my grasp. What a pity. Not that I expected it to work but...

[ERROR]

[Would you like to gain Trait: Luckster instead?]

On the other hand, there is still probability manipulation. A rather discreet passive ability that can be applied to most of anything. A very solid choice. Yet I would prefer something a bit more showy that. Anything related to space-time manipulation is usually a solid ability.

[Would you like to gain Trait: Planeswalker?]

[Please choose one already.]

Now let us take this slowly oh impatient guest of mine. This could be the day that decides the fate of humankind so let us seep in the atmosphere for now and enjoy it to the fullest extent.

Nevertheless, the ability to travel between worlds… Honestly, I had no choice but to take it. It might not be the 'Reality Manipulation' power I wished for, but it is very damn close, and this is an opportunity to answer one important question that long since eludes me.

[You have gained the Trait: Planeswalker]

[Skill: Dimensional Travel has been derived from Trait: Planeswalker]

[As a Ranker privilege, you may freely create one skill of your choosing]

[Note: a Skill shouldn't be in dissonance with one's Trait.]

Huh. Then give me All-Fiction.

[Skill: Hundred Gauntlets1 has been created under Trait: Planeswalker]

...What?

"…"

[…]

"…"

...Fine, whatever. Just use DT already. Let's see what kind of world I'll fall into. Not like staying here will do me any good.


[Feat: Another World +5SP]

[Feat: Contact with the Supernatural +5SP]

[Tutorial Quest: New World Clear +Skill: Dimensional Storage]

Huh, I'm in the air.

When I said 'fall into another world' I didn't mean it quite that literally.

Will fall to death in

3…

2…

1...

I am not particularly fond of clichés like these, but I can't complain when someone just saved my life.

"You can let go of me, Kendo-san," I spoke in Japanese. Soon enough I felt the ground below my feet. "Thank you." Once again, in Japanese.

My surrounding was filled with tall buildings, yet one would see they were all empty under heavier scrutiny. The street itself was filled with three different kinds of robots spread all around this mock-city populated by none. There are young people around my age rushing about seemingly hunting down those robots all around. Many of these people have some form of mutation in their bodies. From simple staples such as bladed arms, drill arms and four arms. To more complex abilities like fire-breathing or wind-manipulation.

My Hero Academia. Also known as BNHA in Japan. It seems the teleporter sent me across to a fictional universe instead of a random indistinguishable one. BNHA is not a bad place to start honestly speaking. Within this condition, one can train and improve within the safety of the school and still have ample trials that can be used as self-evaluation and for attaining some true combat experience under their belt. Speaking of self-evaluation though…

Do I have a status screen?

The moment I had those thoughts a blue screen appeared before me. Thought-commanded status screen. That sounds pretty swell to me. This status screen of mine was different from the Gamer status screen I know from a webcomic of the same name. This seems more like a utility-based [System] found in Chinese wish-fulfillment addled web novels.

[?

Rank 1

SP: 10

[Planeswalker]: [Dimension Travel(2+)] [Hundred Gauntlets(1)] [Dimensional Storage(1)]

[Tutorial Quest: Upgrade a dimensional Skill]

[Rank Quest: Reach Rank 2]

[Limit Quest 2: Have 2 Rank2 Skill]

]

This status screen raises a few questions concerning how it works, but for now, there is no time to waste as there is a need to use this System properly or this entrance exam would end within a flash and I will be left in the dust by other student-candidates. Assumedly SP is some form of consumable points that could be used to buy or upgrade stats and/or skills.

[Affirmative. They are Skill Points which can be used to upgrade Skills]

[You currently have three Skills: Dimension Travel(1+), Hundred Gauntlets(1), and Dimensional Storage(1)]

Interesting. Then please upgrade my skill Hundred Gauntlets.

[1 SP spent to upgrade HG(1) into HG+(1)]

The process only took one SP, which means I still have eight upgrades left. Upgrade HG once more, please.

[2 SP spent to upgrade HG+1 into HG++(1)]

So the more I upgrade it the higher the cost. Though I do wonder upgrade how the cost is calculated. Nevertheless, please upgrade HG one final time.

[4 SP spent to upgrade HG++1 into HG+++(1)]

So the costs double down with every upgrade. A rather steep cost but to be expected considering how the System works. I still have no intention of forgiving the system for giving me Hundred Gauntlet instead of All-Fiction. That was a blatant rip-off if I ever saw one. It's like promising me any brand car I want and then giving me an off-brand Chinese rip-off car instead.

Still, not like I can complain of being given a Skill for free. Someone promised to get you any car you want for no real cost on your part, then gave you an off-brand for whatever reason instead of the car you wanted. Not something you can get mad about, even if it disappoints you a little in the heart.

Nevertheless, hopefully Hundred Gauntlet can let me pass the test without taking any serious injuries. Things will go real bad real quick for me if I don't manage to impress Nezu, the principal of the school along with his staff.

I do not have any form of identity within this world nor any friends or relatives to be relied on. My only way of escaping living on the streets would be to impress the staff and get a scholarship or the likes out of them. Heh, a high school dropout now trying to attain a scholarship. The irony is beyond belief. However, such truly is the easiest way I see myself coming out on top of this troublesome situation.

[Please note a + equates a single upgrade, which enhances a skill by 50% each]

Roger that. So upgrading HG thrice means the Skill almost tripled in terms of pure performance. I should be a bit more serious here as once again there is a need to prove my worth to this school right away or the situation will get rather tricky. Better work my ass off and hope for the best. I picked up a piece of rubble–

HG: A robot will malfunction when hit by this rubble.

"Eh?"

–And threw it at a robot sneaking right behind Kendo, hitting said robot through the gaps in between plates of metal. The machinery stopped moving, and soon enough a minimalistic explosion took place inside the robot. Whoa, the thing was probably unrecoverable at this point. I wonder how much money they spent on these robots and mock-town. Probably a fortune. It makes me feel a bit abashed for destroying one just like that.

However, it cannot be helped, please be destroyed for the sake of my scholarship. Honestly, I could not help but wonder why all those money were spent on this test when they could have been used on more useful stuff. It's not like money can grow from trees. There is no real need for them to burn through so much money just for this entrance test alone. Then again maybe it was just Nezu being a softie, trying to create the best possible test of worth for these young hopeful children.

Ah well, not like it matters all that much. My gaze landed towards Kendo who stared at me straight in the eyes, with a smile on her pink lips.

"Now we're even," I said towards the girl before picking up random rubble and moving away. Kendo is cute and all but I need to prioritize clearing these robots and show off my talents to the school staff. These rocks are useful projectiles when used in tandem with my Skill.

After another half a minute I managed to spot a different robot. A thrown rock at the machine luckily caused its inner machinery components to clog. Two robots down and the mental ticks aren't harmful or at most merely hampering.

Hundred Gauntlets, bluntly put is a wish-granting skill. Imagine a result, and probability manipulation will try to make it work. A very useful skill, though I would still rate this Skill losing if compared to straight up having good luck, mainly because of the limits to its power. The main weakness is the fact HG will only make your wish 'likely' to happen.

As an example, I could wish for Kirito to die, and he would be unlucky for as long as HG is active. Things like falling off the stairs, meeting old enemies, or 'accidentally' encountering a girl bathing when he intends to use the bathroom. Chances of him dying, on the other hand, is almost nonexistent. However I could wish 'Kirito will die from brain damage by a thrown rock' and then throw a rock at Kirito, then the chances increases from nonexistent to probable.

Another weakness is the fact this skill is an active ability rather than a passive extreme luck effect. The passive has the advantage of being constantly active rather than merely temporarily like my HG, and passive luck also means it does not cost you mental strain to utilize it. So HG is a probability manipulation that has to be activated, rather than a passive Chance-You'll-get-something-incredibly-unlikely-to-happen ability. This also means I would be done for if I were to be ambushed, defeated before I could activate HG.

But there are no worries of getting ambushed for now as there shouldn't be a case where such a thing occurs within the BNHA world. Real threatening conflicts are rather rare within the BNHA series, which is one of the many reasons I am glad I got teleported into this world rather than a gruesome place like Berserk.

Ah well, contemplating deeper about the many weakness of mine could be done later when I have more leeway in terms of time. For now, there is a need to attain enough information to work with. Better hurry considering I need to get my scholarship.

A high school dropout trying to attain a scholarship at a prestigious academy, my sides are killing me right now.

The thought brings the tiniest bit of smile to my lips. During this whole monologue within my brain, I had since defeated around a dozen robots. I'm currently just evading the rest since the strain from using HG is starting to sting. Guess that is another weakness of HG1. Maybe it is because I am abusing it though. If my demands were more reasonable I probably wouldn't be so tired from just using it ten times or so.

There is likely some means of determining the amount of strain I get whenever I use HG, more than likely based on how ridiculous my wish is. I could barely jump a meter high. If I used HG to increase it to two meters I would barely feel a strain within my brain. If I wish to jump three meters however I would probably get dizzy very quickly.

Well, those are merely assumptions of mine. There will be time to confirm whether they are true or not later, but for now, let us make progress under the assumption my theory is correct and proceed to act accordingly.

It seems there is a power button hidden behind each robot. My current plan is to snipe these power buttons from afar with my throwing capability boosted with probability manipulation from HG. That should take much less energy than destroying each robot I face.

The first one, second, and third. My throwing technique was simply horrendous but they all hit the marks I wanted them to. Often the rock 'luckily' bounced off of walls or the ground when my aim failed me, hitting the power button of a robot after a bounce or two. Soon another ten kills went under my belt. My dizziness is not lessening but at least it is not increasing either. I think I could easily pass the school test if this were to continue. The scholarship is still doubtful though.

Hmm, there has to be some angle I can play. Maybe helping other test-takers so much to the point the principal is impressed enough to take me in?

I looked towards the scrapped robots in my surroundings. There were three types of robots around. A large bulky one, a thinner and quicker one along with an all-rounded compact one.

Oh yeah, there are four types of robots on this exam were there not? I have encountered the normal first three, but robot type-4 is a special giant robot that I'd rather not face.

I idly wondered what kind of reward would be given were I to solo the lone type-4 robot. It sounds very lucrative, but then again said reward could only be earned if I managed to defeat the type-4 robot. We are talking about a walking doom-machine weighting in tons here. I would rather avoid that thing as straight up fighting it would be a suicidal course of action long as you don't have monstrous strength like Midoriya.

*Craaank*

Ah, speak of the devil and it shall appear. The big fish has finally shown itself. I still have zero intention of fighting it but decided to change my approach to this giant mechanical beast.

From now on I intend to sneakily follow the giant robot from behind. The reason is that many of the heroes-wannabe will get in over their heads and fall victim to robot type-4 here. Following this giant Mecha will allow me to help and save those heroes-wannabe, earning myself some 'saving others' point for the effort—

[Quest: Giant Moving Steel is Nothing Impressive]

…Screw you blue screen. Screw you and your tempting offers.

[I have higher standards than that]

Great, my blue screen is alive, sentient and probably has common sense since it said it has high standards.

[Tres Bien! And please note a woman don't like to be called 'it']

Roger that. Please allocate my 3SP to upgrade my newest Skill: Dimensional Storage1 which could be vital against that walking pile of metals. Upgrading DS1 could mildly decrease the cost of transferring items between reality and my dimensional storage or maybe increase the size of items I could store. Either way, the upgrade will serve to be useful for the current me.

[1-2SP spent to upgrade DS(1) twofold into DS++(1)]

Nevertheless system, any suggestion on how to destroy that mecha which weights a fuckton?

[Tutorial Quest: Upgrade a Dimensional Skill + 1 EVO]

[Considering what you are doing right now, I think you're on the right path]

I know that but this would be a rather stupid method to defeat a giant robot, not to mention how risky it could be. I am not enthused to take dangerous gambles so early in the game. Risking my life isn't exactly my fancy.

But the rewards for doing such a feat…

I licked my lips.

Can't be helped then. I probably won't die even if I fail, unless overtaxing HG can give me actual brain damage.

I stopped hunting the robots and started searching for giant rubbles instead. They are rather easy to find considering so many buildings were wrecked by robot type-4. Whenever I found any they would be sent into my Dimensional Storage1 after a simple touch. I continued until the moment I felt that risking pushing more boulders into my Storage might break it.

Afterward, I spat all those boulders out from my Dimensional Storage into one road. That done I continued to search for more boulders, rinse and repeat. By the time robot type-4 got near me I have since built myself a wall almost as large as the robot itself, taller than the other building surrounding it. Right now I am on top of this tall mock-wall considering how I simply needed to be there to build the wall below me.

It was a pain stacking them above one another and making sure they don't fall as things usually do whenever you try to stack them. Even now the boulders are wobbling a little bit. This wall is undoubtedly weaker than the walls of the buildings they originated from, but the important thing was the fact I used HG while gathering and stacking them all together. My intention was simple.

HG: I will create a wall robot type-4 will stumble on.

That's right, I was creating a wall. I will make this town great again. However, unlike one certain controversial figure, I have no intention of using them to block people from different countries. This mock-wall of mine has the sole purpose of simply making the large robot stumble. You might wonder why I didn't just use HG1 to wish for the type-4 to stumble upon any random building and went out of my way to create a mock-wall which is certainly weaker than the building around here, and if so the answer to your question would be the contribution.

Contribution. I worked extremely hard to make this wall of mine, and assumedly the strain from HG will be lower than usual thanks to said efforts I went out of my way to make. The reason is for justification. If I wish for something then I must put efforts to reach it myself or otherwise the result would be lackluster. Therefore maybe putting more effort into it might make HG more impactful. This wall was entirely created by me, so the HG should be more effective. Again this is merely an assumption of mine, but I think it is worth checking out.

Others might complain that a little bit less pressure in my mind (assumedly) isn't worth going out of my way to create a mock-wall.

Well to hell with those people.

It hurts like hell to use Hundred Gauntlet okay? And I am no masochist. I detest feeling pain. That is why those feelings are called pain because you don't want them to occur to you. If you derive happiness from getting hurt then it should not be called pain but rather a form of pleasure.

Nevertheless, I readied myself as the type-4 slowly walked towards my blockade. This might or might not be completely useless, but I still want to do this with my best shot. I watched the collision between the gigantic robot and my tiny wall. Seemingly through a lucky break, the giant robot stumbled and had a hard time fixing its balance.

HG: The robot will fall after stumbling

HG: The robot will fall after stumbling

HG: The robot will fall after stumbling.

I repeated the same HG activations multiple times in a row. The effect will probably become stronger but the strain on my mind is no joke at all. Soon enough I could feel blood dripping down from my nose. Huh, been a while since I gained one of those. This is already making me dizzy, and going beyond this might risk a lot but fighting while assuming your loss ensures your defeat.

Therefore I continued to preserve while activating HG once more. This was a high-risk play no matter how I look at it, yet my determination never wavered.

I want to win.

I need the victory.

I don't want to become someone who smiles when losing.

Backing down now will probably mean I will back down again in the future as well. I do not want to become a man who simply cannot take a risk because of fear. My ego will not allow that. And yes it is fear that is holding me back. The chance of me dying is almost nonexistent, but I am sure there could be injuries, and I am afraid of getting hurt.

I am a very weak-willed boy. If I were forced to fight then my first reaction would be to run with my full power. Then when that fails I will fight, even though I have determined myself to fully running away previously. Then after inevitably losing the fight I would cry and maybe ask for forgiveness. Being dependable is not one of my virtues. Self-loathing is though, and in fact, I can say my happy attitude though I am in a constant state of self-loathing is my best quality.

Ah, can't get distracted right now. I have to focus on my HG or I'll lose once again. That one line of thoughts rang loud within my mind. Forget about other robots, forget the hero candidate, forget about yourself, and just believe in Hundred Gauntlets.

[You- did you just-]

[Limit Quest 2: Cleared]

[Feat: First-Evolution +EVO]

[Feat: First Rebound +5SP]

[Feat: The bigger they are… +5SP]

The robot fell, yet I can't faint at this point, or what happened will come to waste. I still need to finish the job before falling. I was rather jealous of this mindless robot whose miserably short life is about to end.

HG: I reached the internals of the robot by walking there

Ahh, can't stand it anymore.

Everything is growing darker and darker.

HG: The robot was deactivated because I have taken an important part of the machine with dimensional storage.

[Quest: Giant moving steel is nothing impressive Clear +10SP, +SCS]

[Feat: Giant Killing +10SP]

[Feat: Mecha Disabled +10SP]


I woke up to a white ceiling, lying on a bed. It seems like a hospital room. Never slept at one until now as long as you don't count the school health office psychiatric ward but the less said about that the better. My diet and activity weren't healthy; my below-average physical capability and not knowing my limits often translates to trips towards the health office after PE class, half the time with blood from a cut injury or nosebleed and the other half dead tired on my feet from exerting too much effort.

Looking around the room there are four other people within this white room. The principal of the school himself, the 1-A homeroom teacher, the healer granny, and a plain-looking man. The first three were recognizable to me, but the fourth was an unknown. I wonder…

"The sky is green."

The man twitched in response to my words. I suppose he might have a lie-detection quirk. How fun. Then I suppose the staff is on guard against me. Maybe they also intend to interrogate me as well. If so I would commend them for doing things so carefully, were it not for the fact this would be a pain in the ass for me to handle.

While thinking such thoughts a strange sound entered my earbuds. Looking towards the source I saw the headmaster who seems to be faking a polite cough. Honestly, having a mouse that has a super-intelligence quirk as a school principal is such a bizarre concept to me.

And yes you did not hear me wrong. The headmaster is a mouse. There are rare cases where an animal gains a quirk. Quite fitting mice would have a few quirk users considering they have an extremely high birth rate and therefore a larger chance of at least a few attaining a quirk.

"Konbanwa, guai wa dou deshouka?" {Good afternoon, how is your health?)

"Nantonaku heiki desu. Daga nihongo no wa nigate nano de, eigo wo tsukattemo iin desu kah?" (Somewhat fine. But I am not good at Japanese, so can we use English instead?)

The headmaster nodded. Thank god for bilingual geniuses. This would have been a lot more troublesome if the mouse didn't know English. Well, not so much trouble as more inconvenient considering they probably can have someone be a translator, but there is just something more to behold when you talk to another human in person. Well, I guess I should replace 'Human' with 'Socially Cognizant beings' in this case considering my conversation partner is a hyper-intelligent mouse.

"Can we ask you a few questions?"

"Feel free."

I intend to try tackling his questions honestly, though the answers he wants the most are likely to be ones I will keep close to heart. I have zero intention of revealing this world was merely a fiction in my original world. Doing so is never a good idea unless you fully trust the other party, and even then it might still be a bad idea.

"Firstly let us introduce ourselves. My name is Nezu, the headmaster of U.A."

I opened my mouth, yet no words came out. Not because I was unable to speak but rather because there was no name to speak of. A name is something vital for a person. That is their identity, something they have from the moment of their birth until their death. However, why is it that I cannot remember my name?

System, I know you can hear me. I cannot recall my name. What did you do to me?

[…]

[Rankers have many rules binding them. One of them is whenever a Ranker is teleported to and from Ranker Arena, they will forget vital memories relating to their identity so that no Ranker can use it against one another during their time on earth outside Ranker Arena]

I never even heard of this 'Ranker Arena' before this. Its functions could easily be guessed from its name alone but I cannot recall going there at all. I have never gone to such a place unless said Ranker Arena also removes its existence from my memory.

[That is exactly the current problem. The system checked that you teleported to another dimension, and assumed you were going to the Ranker Arena, thereby erasing your memories. This was an error in our part]

Fix the damn system.

[Doing so would be overstepping beyond my authority, but please be assured as there is undoubtedly a way to regain them]

Then hurry it up.

[When rankers are teleported back from Ranker Arena their memories will be returned]

And how am I supposed to go there?

[Sadly that information is beyond your paygrade. I have risked breaking our rules already by giving you information regarding the Ranker Arena. However please be assured you will go there sooner or later]

"If you can't answer—

"No, I simply have no recollection of it."

That was not a lie, even if it sounds farfetched. On any other case, I would have made a believable lie but this time around there is no way I could successfully fool them through that means, as there is a lie-detector hanging around. The gaze of every person whose true identity mattered went towards the lie-detector. Said man nodded in affirmation before looking at me with a strange expression set on his face.

What, you never saw an amnesiac child before?

"Selective amnesia?"

My attention went back to principal Nezu who was looking also at me with a strange gaze. And so do the other two people in this room. Damn, is having retrograde amnesia that crazy? Maybe I should take a different route then.

"No. Memory erasure. Not by choice either."

There we go. I will give them that information for free. It is the truth but it doesn't matter all that much. For now, I need to make sure they believe my words rather than trying to hide all my cards. All my efforts would be wasted if they distrust me for lying to them.

System, I want a simple question answered. Can I reveal any information about you? Mainly things such as your existence itself.

[No. Any Rankers who tries to do so will have their Ranker capability revoked along with anything they gain from it]

Lovely. I would have lied to them either way so this is a weight off my conscience. As I said before I have zero intention of revealing sensitive information relating to my identity, not that I have much of them left after the System robbed many of such memories from me.

"Are you being chased?" Huh. So Aizawa knows English as well.

"Nort right now. Maybe in the future, but even then I doubt they can reach here."

I might become an enemy to other Rankers in the future depending on how the Ranker System works. My current location is literally another freaking dimension away though, so I cannot see them coming for me in large waves. If it's merely one or two Rankers then I am sure this world can handle them without my involvement.

I looked towards Ah well, here it goes again

Oh the System can you let me see my quest?

[Tutorial Quest: Evolve a dimensional Skill.]

[Rank Quest: Reach Rank 2]

[Limit Quest 4: Have 4 Rank(4) Skill]

[Quest: Join U.A.]

Thanks.

Well, I have no clue whatsoever about the first, second and third quest, but the fourth is something I can do right away. There is no need to hesitate. Regretting my past actions wouldn't fix the problem itself even if I could learn from those mistakes. Once more, for the third time.

"Umm… May I join UA?"


*Aizawa PoV*

…What crap is this kid spouting?

"I assure you none of us will be capable of contacting my relatives or guardian anymore, and I also have nothing to my name. Or rather I don't even have a name."

The kid said those words without blinking, as if not knowing his own identity was the most normal thing in the world. Something was disturbing about the way he casual mentioned these bad news rapid-fire style. But if he thought pity would help him enter UA then he is making a big mistake.

"Therefore I don't have so many choices in stock. If I wish to have a roof above my head then my best bet would be either villainy or scholarship. Maybe adoption, but I would just escape if that were the case. I'm not exactly suited for familial love you see."

Does the kid think hero school is a playing ground? Not to mention he just implied going rogue and turn into villainy if we don't give him a scholarship. That was a threat if I ever heard of one. Such an attitude does not fit with the image of a hero if you ask me. If that was the kid's way of convincing us to recruit him then he is doing a bad job with this attempt.

"Do you know how many kids apply to this school every year? It is always in the hundreds. Yet only a few successfully manage to join through both training and talent. What makes you better than any of them?"

"I defeated the giant robot."

Right, there was that abnormal feat he achieved yesterday. Making a type-4 robot stumble and fall, before incapacitating it by removing an integral part of its inner machinery. But by doing so he ended up fainting in the middle of battle. That decision of his was nothing but stupidity. If he wanted to defeat the large Type-4 then he should have searched for allies among other applicants. Let's not mention destroying the type-4 was utterly meaningless in terms of whether he would pass the initiation or not.

Ignoring what should be the most efficient route just because he wanted to attain some achievement, another reason as to why he would be a bad hero if he tried to become one.

"Before instantly fainting afterward. Left in such conditions anyone can easily kidnap or even kill you."

There are way too many vigilantes and criminals around the world even if you cut them down by half. Too many death and injuries. That is the reason I would never visit America a second time after my first experience there. That place is a haven for vigilantes. So much chaos every day. Though I'll admit Quirks are perceived better there than here, where everything relating to quirk-usage other than self-defense has complicated laws and is generally frowned upon.

"I was on overdrive, and I can use my Quirk more effectively now thanks to said overdrive. It improves my quirk."

'I broke through my limits so my self-inflicted incapacitation right in the middle of a battlefield without any official ally was not a problem' is his poorly-made excuse. This kid needs to knock down his ego. I opened my mouth just the tiniest bit.

"Do you– "Now, now. Let us not fight shall we?"

My words were interrupted by the principal. I turned my head towards his direction. The man was seemingly scratching his chin, but it looked more like rubbing his neck for those unfamiliar with the hyper-intelligent mouse. I knew it was bad news instantly. He only rubs his chin when making a seemingly difficult decision.

"I propose to give him a seat in 1-A. If he fits, we'll put the stroke to make a good painting. If not, then we will see what we can do for him at that point."

The first thing I wanted to say was What. The. Fuck.

The second was the realization that indeed making him enter the hero course could be the best course of action with the limited information we have. There is a good chance the kid will turn into vigilantism or villainy if let out on his own. The boy himself had just admitted so clear and loud. And more importantly, there is no data about his existence at all until his appearance within the school initiation.

With that and his strange seemingly-versatile quirk, there's a good chance he will be picked up by villains the moment we leave him to his own devices. Training in U.A., as a form of rehabilitation and protection, could work even if it was rather inefficient.

…But that means I'll have to handle him myself, as the homeroom teacher of class 1-A. I sighed in acceptance. There is no other route as convenient as this one, though it might be somewhat troublesome for me. This is the easiest way to solve this problem, so it really can't be helped with. I took a long sight before glaring right at the young boy.

"Take this as a warning of sorts. Do anything with malevolent intention and you will find yourself at a juvenile camp, or even jail." The young boy nodded without a change in expression. He did not even open his mouth the tiniest bit, but rather was looking the space in front of him, as if reading some text invisible to the rest of us. What a creepy child. Either way, I took his lack of response as a yes.

"Then it is settled. You can live in the 1st years' dorm. I suggest you learn how to read and write in Japanese before school officially starts."

So be it. The kid looks like nothing but trouble, but so was the bomber kid. Keeping him here shouldn't make too much trouble.


One day Aizawa will learn not to say that. Not today, but someday.


[Hundred Gauntlets+++(1) has evolved into Hundred Gauntlets(2+)]

[Quest: Join into UA Completed +5SP]

[Quest: Train until school starts]

The first text has been around for quite some time now, probably since I defeated the gigantic type-4 robot. From defeating him alone I managed to evolve my Skill from rank (1) to rank (2+) and attained 15SP along with something called SCS. System, give me the details on that thing.

[SCS is short for Skill Creation Scroll]

[You may use it to create any skill you want, long as they Rank below your Limit Quest]

Give me All-Fiction.

[Error: You cannot create a skill higher Ranked than your Limit Quest]

What is that limit and how do I raise it.

[Here]

[Limit Quest 4: Have four Rank 4 Skill]

So basically it prevents me from specializing one Skill while ignoring all other Skills. Fair enough. I guess I should just save up that SCS for later when my Limit Quest is higher. For now, I decided to inspect my status.

Status screen.

[Yes?]

…I meant my actual start screen.

[Oh]

[…]

Don't mind it, we all have those moments.

[I was- Never mind.]

[Here]

[?

Rank 1

SP: 45

EVO: 1

[Planeswalker]: [Dimension Travel(2)][Hundred Gauntlet(2+)] [Dimensional Storage++(1)]

[Rank Quest: Reach Rank 2]

[Tutorial Quest: Evolve a Dimensional Skill]

[Limit Quest 4: Have four Rank4 Skill]

]

Huh. Mind telling me what the number beside each of my skills means? I noticed that HG now has (2+) beside it rather than (1) like when I checked it during the test, along with an announcement that it evolved. And its triple + sign has disappeared as well. Do these numbers in brackets symbolize how powerful a Skill is?

[Correct. Those numbers are the Tier of a Skill, which also works as their upgrade cost. For example, upgrading your current HG(2+) will take up 2SP, and the second upgrade 4SP, then 8SP and finally maxed after the fourth upgrade, as Skills with the + sign after their Rank can be upgraded up to four times different from normal Skills which can only be upgraded thrice.]

So the steep cost increase means I can't just level a strong Skill to oblivion. Fair enough.

Chances are upgrading Dimensional Trave(2) would only lower its current cooldown time of a month, but I intend to take things slowly for now so not upgrading that. Upgrading Dimensional Storage1 might be useful if I intend to become a treasure hoarder, but no immediate benefits, so scratch that out.

Then by process of elimination, there is only Hundred Gauntlet(2+) left.

[2-4-8-16SP spent to upgrade HG2+ fourfold into HG++++(2+)]

Upgraded until maxed. Assumedly there is a way to evolve the skill now that it is fully upgraded?

[Affirmative. You may evolve a fully maxed Skill by spending 1 EVO point. However please note evolving a skill may change its effect.]

A skill may change its effect if evolved, not definitively? Honestly, I would rather the current HG to stay the same considering its utility value. It has naturally evolved once without changing at all so maybe nothing would happen were I to evolve it once more. It is a risky gamble but delaying this would barely do me any good.

Please evolve HG2+ then.

[1EVO spent to evolve HG++++(2+) into HG(4+)]

Rank4+ and the Skill seem to have stayed the same. Nice. Now I can upgrade HG twice more with my leftover 15SP and still have 3SP left correct?

[4-8SP spent to upgrade HG(4+) twofold into HG++(4+)]

Now HG should have multiplied by six times in terms of pure performance compared to during the entrance exam, and barely 3SP left. System business said and done I moved towards my new dorm room being led by the plain-looking lie-detector. As one might expect from a dormitory, this room of mine was very plain, excluding the stack of books for learning the Japanese language which was placed upon the table. Huh. How considerate of them.

After saying my thanks to Mister Lie-Detector the first thing I did was open those books on the Japanese language.

I suppose this is a good time to use HG++(4+) as any. As they say, there is no better time to do something than five minutes ago, with right now being the second best. The Skill has evolved and I do need to know how much more powerful the Skill effects are right now. For the most part, this Skill works the same way, just more focused into the whole 'cause and effect' part according to the information implanted into my brain. Very convenient indeed.

Then again it has happened with every Skill I have been given. I somehow understood all my Skills at not only in shallow terms but at an instinctual level. Should I be worried the system can implant whatever information they want into my brain? I probably should, but there is nothing I can do against the System anyway so why even bother.

Anyway, that is also why I could say with certainty, that HG is a broken Skill.

HG: I am capable of reading Japanese by learning them from these books.

I felt a heavy strain of my mental prowess, however, at the same time; there was a sharp 'Intelligence' boost that I could feel occurring within my mind. 'An explosion of the mind' was the best way I could describe this sensation. My mental speed increased to an inhumane level, and everything seems so clear to me.

This is the power of HG. By merely stating an objective I would gain an extreme boost in certain aspects needed for finishing said objective.

I read through all Katakana and Hiragana books within a short time of ten minutes or so. That was multiple times my usual reading speed when I read fiction in my spare time, and these books are educational in nature, not a story like those fictions. My speed should have slowed down yet it was accelerated to the human limit or possibly even breaking through the aforementioned limit.

Another two-thirds of an hour passed by as I searched for the limits of HG. It was akin to speed reading which I am bad at, yet I could clearly remember every information read throughout the session. I continued to read and re-read everything with this mentally boosted status of mine, finishing all the books on the table. However soon enough I felt a headache and the speed of my thought slowed down to a grind, back to its original pace.

Looking at the clock, only thirty minutes have passed.

…This is indeed overpowered. The world felt so much slower when my HG was active. And you know what the best part is? I can still remember and understand everything I have read during my hyper-intelligence mode. This skill is a game-breaker for someone like me.

Time to grind some knowledge ASAP. With all this power I can—

—I could what?

Choosing the Planeswalker ability was nothing but a mere whim. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of exploring interesting places and meeting interesting people. Other than that there was my curiosity upon the existence of a parallel world. If there are multiple worlds then what worth would there be for me, as a person, if I was merely one among seven billion others, in one dimension with infinite others that are alike yet different?

Should the world be so humongous then I can't see myself as anything of non-insignificant worth, then I might as well as be meaningless. To be more specific everything was of worth, yet only worth so small they might as well as be meaningless.

I was right then. In the end all there is to care about would be me and only myself first and foremost. If I do not want to share then there is no reason to do so. If I wish to help a grandma cross the road then there is no reason to stop myself. The world is my oyster.

…In that case then I am in severe need of some upgrade for my arsenal though, since there is an infinite amount of infinitely strong being within the multiverse. In actuality, they might be a countable finite amount, but do I have to care about such needless specifics? 1099 or 10100 or infinity. Long as one does not pass and experience them all then those specifications are meaningless. A mathematician might disagree, but I care not for their validation.

Gods and Goddesses of all varieties from all kinds of worlds… You better be prepared because I will surpass all of you. That is my oath.

[Through special actions you have earned the Trait: Underdog +2SP +EVO]

[Skill: Triumph(EX) has been derived from Trait: Underdog]

[Rank Quest: Reach Rank 2 Completed +5SP]

[Rank Quest: Reach Rank 4]

Earning a second Trait? That was news to me. I thought there would be no more way to attain Traits after being given one by the System. Then again maybe I should have taken the hint when there is a quest called Rank Quest. Assumedly my Rank is equal to the number of Traits I have, and Traits can be earned by doing special actions, which in this case was declaring my oath to defeat those humongous bastards above me.

Also, Rank EX Skills? Mind explaining that one System?

[Negative]

So basically no free explanation. Interesting as it is there is not much else to say about this unexpected gain. Without even knowing how it works there is no using this Rank(EX) Skill. Unlike other Skills, no information input was given the moment this skill was attained. Maybe it was because of the (EX) rank. It could be because Triumph(EX) was derived from a Trait as well, but doubtful considering DT(1) was a derived Skill as well and I have full knowledge of what it does.

In the first place, what is a Trait?

[It is a facet of your personality. Your Persona, if you will.]

A mask to be worn against the cold outside world. Huh, I am starting to like this whole scheme of things. Maybe I am starting to prefer this more than the Gamer System already. However, I put a 'maybe' because there is one important factor left before I can accurately state those words with confidence.

The degree of how fun a system is partly determined by how badly you could break and exploit it.

HG: I broke past my physical limit by training extremely hard.

After a few minutes on the clock, I have since sapped all energy from every part of my muscle, most of them formerly unknown to me some previous minutes ago. At this point, I am incapable of crawling or even moving my fingers. But even then I could still think, and therefore…

HG: I continued to train though empty of stamina, by evoking all my hidden power previously locked by my brain.

Another few minutes passed me by. My body was utterly sapped of stamina and I could not move at all. Guess even after self-hypnosis there is a limit to my current physical body.

HG: My body regains its vigor after a short stamina-regenerating rest.

Another minute passed. Though I am supposed to still be out of rest, somehow this body of mine was refreshed already as if I had rested for an hour rather than a minute. I am extremely thirsty though, so maybe HG just accelerated the normal resting process by a few dozen times over rather than summoning more stamina out of nowhere. I drank the water provided by the school staff which sat on the bedside table.

HG: I broke past my physical limit by training extremely hard.

HG: I continued to train though empty of stamina, by evoking all my hidden power previously locked by my brain.

HG: My body regains its vigor after a short stamina-regenerating rest.

HG: I broke past my physical limit by training extremely hard.

HG: I continued to train though empty of stamina, by evoking all my hidden power previously locked by my brain.

HG: My body regains its vigor after a short stamina-regenerating rest.

HG: I broke past my physical limit by training extremely hard.

HG: I continued to train though empty of stamina, by evoking all my hidden power previously locked by my brain.

HG: My body regains its vigor after a short stamina-regenerating rest.

[Feat: Mentally Unstable +2SP]

[Feat: Mentally Incapacitated +4SP]

[Feat: Mentally Butchered +6SP]

[Feat: Mentally Distorted +8SP]

[Feat: Training Hobbyist +2SP]

[Feat: Training Maniac +4SP]

[Feat: Fanatic Training Maniac +6SP]

[Feat: Fanatically Fanatic Training Maniac +8SP]

[Feat: Self-Breaker +2SP]

[Feat: Rule-Breaker +4SP]

[Feat: Limit-Breaker +6SP]

[Feat: Genkai wa Broken +8SP]

[Trait: Limitless has been gained. +3SP + EVO]

[Skill: OverLoad(2) has been derived from Trait: Limitless]

[Quest: Train before school starts Completed +10SP]

I continued through the process during all my free time for almost an entire week until the school officially opened. The only interruptions were meals, bath, toilet breaks along with sleep. I lived my life like a shut-in who constantly trained and trained without end. The dorm room while simple was still an improvement from my room on Original World. Or at least I have an illusion it was since I felt the room was so large though it wasn't. That must mean this room is larger than the one I used to live at, right?

It is fun trying to find major pieces of my past life through these small habits and preferences of mine. However in a few hours school will start, so time to kiss my sweet 24/7 training goodbye.

Oh, but before anything else…

[16-32SP spent to upgrade HG++(2+) twofold into HG++++(2+)]

[You may not Evolve a Skill into a Rank higher than your Limit Quest]

[Current Limit Quest: Rank 4]

Hmm….

[2-4-8SP spent to change OL(2) into OL+++(2)]


With light steps, I navigated towards the large billboard at the front of the school. It only took me one look towards the gigantic school map, before I decidedly would rather use my SF than remember all these places within school grounds. A bout of momentary laziness you could say.

SF: I went to my classroom by randomly picking the right path to take.

On my way to the class, I saw a boy with messy hair of silver in front of the hero classes. A closer look and I recognized him as Hitoshi Shinso, the boy from a different department of UA who has a very unique and overpowered quirk. The school test sure is illogical to not have gotten him under UA's hero department. They have a girl whose quirks is merely invisibility, and another boy whose quirk is a freaking tail. Why can't they have him enter the Hero department considering how many lives he could save with his ability?

Seeing him moving away from the hero department's classes hurts my heart more than I would have liked to admit.

A minute into the future and I was officially the first student of the year to arrive at class 1-A. Nobody else was around yet. Guess there is a perk in living alone in the dorm before anybody else is around yet.

Seating is important to define how important of a character you are. The leftmost seat at the back beside the window is the protagonist seat, fronts are elite clique seats, center back is transfer student seat, heroine seat is usually left front or dead middle.

I sat in the last seat, or to be more specific the only seat of the backmost row. A special extra seat put here because I was unplanned. An extra 21st student within Class 1-A as somehow the school decided not to remove a student from this class because of my existence, causing this class to have one extra student rather than the usual twenty.

'I was unplanned' sounds rather gruesome out of context though. Humorous in a dark way but not exactly my cup of tea. Vulgar and controversial things I have no problem dealing with, but cruelty and gruesome stuff are not where my enjoyment truly lies.

Thinking about it again I might have arrived here too early. No one came until another two short minutes, where another person entered the class with a simple robotic movement that lacked elegance yet was painfully efficient. It was Tenya Iida the speedster with engine legs quirk, which allows him to move at a speed beyond the human limits. He expressed his puzzlement on why I took the backmost seat when other seats more frontwards are still available.

Let's mix things up here since while 'I was unplanned' would be a hilarious answer it would cause more problems than it is worth in my opinion.

"Because I dislike showing my back to anyone."

Tenda seems to be lost for words at my response before his head shook in disagreement, a stern expression held on his face. He rebutted me by saying that no Hero with any amount of self-respect would attack their classmate unless in a mock-battle. A funny statement considering the most aggressive Hero candidate within class A-1 is the boy with the highest self-respect i.e. arrogance Mr. Explody Mcsploody himself.

Tenda seems to be stumped after those words of mine. It seems like he already had the pleasure of meeting with Bakugou during the entrance exam. Explosion boy does look like a reckless berserker. The straightforward and diligent Tenda opened his mouth, before clamping them down without saying a word, instead just moving to one of the front-most seats as if denying my words with the act. Then he turned his head and set his gaze at me with an expression easily perceived as taunting in nature.

…Was that spite? From Tenya Ilda of all people as well. I did not expect that out of him. More so considering it was our first meeting too. How bold of him. Hur Hur. Earning the spite of a classmate barely a minute after meeting one another, well done me.

A smile set on my face I stretched my arms up to the sky before yawning a tiny bit still on my seat. Other students came into the classroom and started getting familiar with one another. Small chats erupted from all parts of the classroom, and ruckus in the case of Bakugo. They mostly have a relaxed expression on their faces, as the threat of expulsion has not been drilled into their mental state.

Midoriya was still there, so it seems I did not replace him in this scenario even though I defeated the large type-4 robot instead of him. Or maybe there were multiple test zones and therefore multiple type-4 robots. That sounds likely considering the amount of participant the test probably has. But multiple tests must have meant they burned that much more money in the process. Jesus Christ does Nezu thinks money rain from the sky or something?

Nevertheless, everything was going well without any trouble. I just answered with a nod whenever anyone asked anything about me. Just nods, laughs and few smiles. Time to play mysterious. In all honesty, I have no interest in forming any meaningful bonds with these people from 1-A, and my background is not something that could be divulged even if I wanted to so acting distant is most likely the optimal choice to take here.

When Aizawa, our homeroom teacher arrived at the classroom he gave a glance towards my smiling expression before sighing. Sounds par for the course for someone who has eye bags below his eyes on a constant basis. I have to wonder why he would consider my existence here as some form of trouble when all I did was defeat a robot weighing a metric fuckton though.

Huh, I just answered my own question, didn't I?

Anyway, Aizawa faked a cough-

And declared a death sentence towards Midoriya.


Midoriya Izuku

That was who I am. A quirkless fifteen-years-old boy who has always, always dreamt to be a hero. That has been my life-long dream, short as said life has been. So when I heard the news of me successfully entering UA it felt like lightning struck my entire body deep down to the core.

I froze for a dozen seconds before the allusion that this might be a dream came to my mind. My body shook rigidly in fear and indigence. With a shaky hand, I put my thumb and pointing finger together and pinched my cheeks. It hurts. Does it hurt? Could this not be a dream?

Next, I slapped my cheeks. It hurts as well, even though that shouldn't be possible. In dreams one lack the accurate sensory feelings needed to replicate pains. Or rather I should have woken up the moment my receptors have felt anything resembling physical pain even in the nonphysical world.

Left with no other options I determinedly looked at the wall beside me. Maybe if I slammed my head into that strong wall right there…

"What are you doing, Midoriya Izuku!"

"Mom?! Why are you in my dream?!"

The figure of my mother dope-slapped me on the head. It hurts. How could it hurt when this is a dream?!

"What are you talking about you're almost late for school!"

My mind went blank at those words. Could this not be a dream? Impossible, as this is Midoriya Izuku. The boy who is quirkless and helpless except for some of his educational grades. How could such a boy be accepted into a prestigious academy like UA? My stomach churned in nervousness. I was never good at dealing with pressure.

No, I suppose thinking like that is not allowed anymore. As the successor of All-Might, I must aim to become number one. Or rather I must become number one, or it would be shameful towards All-Might himself. Even if it takes me forever I will prove myself to be worthy of the ultimate title.

The number one hero. With new-found determination in my eyes, I prepared for school. First was rechecking my appearance and everything in my bag, making sure everything was perfect. I have since prepared everything thoroughly since times back but it does not hurt to be careful.

"Izuku, how many more times do you intend to check your bag? You have done that a dozen times already since last night!"

R-right. It never hurts to be prepared though. Maybe one last check. I inspected the contents of my bag just one last time to make sure everything was in place. Soon enough I let out a small breath after reconfirming my entire article. Walking towards the front door I let out a respectful goodbye.

"I'll be going!"

"Take care."

Nothing of interest happened during my trip to UA, though I might have been a bit jumpy for the whole journey. Nobody can blame me though. I was going to UA, the most prestigious Hero school as a student. There was no way to hold my composure.

Soon enough I arrived at the front gate of the school. There was a pamphlet of the school map right next to the large poster version stamped to a billboard which I took with delight. Reaching the classroom didn't take too much trouble even though the school was extremely large, considering its intuitive design. Greeting as I went into the class everyone seems nice enough for the most part. After proper introductions with my classmates we all chatted together. Kacchan made things awkward as he was seemingly ready to blow up but we were all saved by the bell before any crisis happened, literally. The school bell interrupted Kacchan from continuing his rant.

There was a large smile on my face as everything seems to be going well for now.

Or at least that was my thought before our homeroom teacher gave out a death sentence.

"First thing first change to your P.E. uniform and go to the gym. We will be doing a physical test to crop out the bad weeds. For certain reasons, there is one more student than there should be, so the person in the last place overall will be expelled."

I still cannot use All-for-One without fully straining my whole body. That means I have to do my best only relying on my physical capability. Having to compete against twenty other people who managed to succeed in the entrance exam and entered class 1-A, all while stuck in a condition akin to returning to my quirkless state.

Confidence was not my strong point, and I was unable to put up a confident smile while being assured of my capability. Honestly, my chances of beating any of their records were as close to zero as it could be. I am competing against the likes of Kacchan and others in his league. While my training helped build my body there was no chance of me defeating any of them who has the advantage of an ability trained and forged through their one and half a decade of life.

How am I supposed surpass those kinds of people at literally anything if I still cannot control my quirk?!

The first test was 50m running. Most of my classmates whom I just spoke to outright ignored the 'sub ten' barrier that should be hard to reach for the average populace or even first-year student of any other hero department. As expected these people are different from the rest. They were all the cream of the crop in term of tenth-grade hero-in-training who had managed to get into the top within the UA entrance exams. They all managed to use their quirk creatively and passed the test with results worthy of UA's best.

I ran when the whistle rang. Merely a few seconds yet it felt so much longer. I became aware of the sweat all over my body, with each step made moving me closer to the goal.

[7.02 seconds] the machine announced. That was my personal best, yet it pales in comparison to other results. The only way I would not be ranked 20th within this test is having someone fails even worse than me.

The whistle blew once more, and the ground shook as another student ran. 6.66 seconds, that was his result. Half a second faster than mine. Very close, yet the inseparable barrier that exists between us two cannot be so easily crossed. Considering how the classmate seemingly used no quirks his physical strength must have been leagues above mine.

The trends continued. Most of everyone has their ranks jumping up and down depending on whether the test matched their Quirks or body type. There were only five exceptions to that rule. The top three spots were constantly filled with Kacchan and two other students by the name of Todoroki-san and Yaoyorozu-san with no exception until the last test, where Uraraka-san has outdone herself and gained infinity as her result.

The last two were filled by the mysterious classmate whose name was unknown to me along with me. Said student was constantly second-last with his score never being lower than mine. I originally suspected he was holding back and ranking 19th on all tests on purpose considering his turn is after mine and his result always only the tiniest bit better than mine. However, I dispelled such thoughts sooner rather than later. There was no way someone would be holding back and risk placing last when threatened by expulsion.

As mentioned before we are at the last test, the ball throwing test. The number 1 spot was already decided considering Uraraka-san got infinity at her scoreboard. Kacchan is gritting his teeth while looking at Uraraka-san with resentment in his eyes. Todoroki-san seems a bit veered as well from simple observation. Maybe he was the competitive type just like Kacchan.

However, there is no time for me to be concerned with the score of others. It is finally the time to use All for One. Before this, I had to hold back since using it risk getting an injury. But this is the last test I have to participate. I gathered One-for-All in my right hand. The strain from using it started to creep around my entire hand, pain overloading my brain. I focused my entire willpower on throwing the ball. My arm was swung—

Then all the strain disappeared like it was nothing.

"46 meters."

'What happened to my quirk?!'

"I erased your Quirk." Someone said. "Tch, the entrance exam surely needs to be changed considering they let someone like you pass. What good is a having a self-harming quirk?"

Looking at the source of the voice there was Aizawa-sensei, with his eyes staring right towards me. Considering the goggles he just threw off his face, his hero identity must have been EraserHead, who has a quirk which has the effect of nullifying other quirks with the perquisite he must stare at the quirk-user he wishes to nullify. The public, I included never knew his true name till now considering how he hates media appearance.

"I saw it… You cannot control your quirk. You'd just be incapacitated again. Were you hoping somebody would step in to help afterward?"

Those words of his made me grit my teeth, multiple emotions clashing against one another within my mind. On one side I felt shame and frustration being unable to use One for All. His words struck something within me. What good is finishing the task when doing so debilitates me? How am I supposed to save others when I cannot even save myself?

"If you can't control that quirk of yours, then the ability will only be a danger to yourself and everyone around you."

However, on the other hand, rage boiled within me as well. The man did not even allow me to use my ability so who was he to judge? Why am I not even allowed the chance to perform as everyone else did?

"Aizawa-sensei," I gritted my teeth as I spoke. "Give me another chance… Please."

I said those words and bowed after a bit of hesitation. I am pleading. By his words, before we even began the test, there was no such thing as a second chance. It would be unfair to everyone else. Yet I still wanted to have my chance. I do not care even if it is called cheating. This, the current me, is what I wished to be for a decade and more.

Moments passed. My mind wavered. Of course, he would not allow you another chance Midoriya Izuku. There is no reason for him to change his judgment merely because you bowed to him in desperation. What an idiotic—

I felt something bouncing off my right foot. Opening my eyes with haste I saw a baseball near my feet. A quick look towards Aizawa-sensei told me he didn't give it to me. There is one person he and everyone else are staring at.

The student in question seems to be listless as he spoke the words, "Hurry it up, I'm next."

I looked at the teacher. The man said nothing, merely looking at me with an impassive gaze the same way he did before the ball was given to me. My mouth gulped on instinct. My hand shook all over as they picked up the ball within their grasp. I cannot even use All for One without temporarily breaking my body. Sadly there is no means for the current me to handle the strength of All Might.

However, that merely means I have to find a way of utilizing All for One without being able to handle its strength. Thinking about it properly I managed to find a path to escape from this problem.

I threw the ball normally without the use of One for All, only activating it specifically at my fingertips, just a split second before I lost contact with the ball. The strain was still there, overloading my receptors and my brain with extreme pain akin to a hundred thorns pricking my right index finger.

The ball went soaring at incredible speed. My right index finger is broken, but otherwise, I can still fight if needed. Much better than the last result which left me incapacitated and becoming a burden for everyone else. Others approached me with excited faces. I suppose they must be feeling delighted right now and most likely sympathy for me before this.

…But I am still a candidate for expulsion, and will probably be expelled unless the 19th ranked person fails to even throw it at all. And with the same listless face, he threw the ball.

666 meters. That was his records. One of the best results of the class. Despair clouded my eyes. Will this be how my adventure at UA ends?

After seeing that result, for whatever reason Aizawa-sensei walked towards the student. I can't hear what they said, but Aizawa-sensei seems rather mad for whatever reason. A few words were exchanged between the two, where the older was left annoyed while the younger was disgruntled according to their expressions.

Afterward, the teacher returned to his previous position, while the student on the other hand still stood in the circle from which we've all done our throwing test, another ball in hand. This time his face was… more serious is the way I would describe it.

Could it be his previous throw was not his full strength? After breathing heavily for a second or two, the classmate of ours threw the ball. Then… It simply disappears. I was unable to see the ball. Did it soar, or did the listless student fail to throw it properly? The second was impossible considering he just threw an exactly similar copy six hundred meters. But then where could the ball be?

"…Where is it?" I heard a classmate asking the question we all probably had in mind.

And as if answering the question a hole appeared on a cloud in the sky. A sense of weight overwhelmed me. Did my classmate just exert the equivalent force of a cannonball shot by throwing a baseball alone?

Looking back at said classmate I found him lying on the ground, body twitching. He was still awake, yet his body was all red, most likely from exertion considering how powerful his last throw was.

…I wonder if I will be able to do the same one day. Sensei approached him and tried to pick him up, but my classmate's right hand lashed at his attempts. Bit by bit he raised his own body from lying, to on all four limbs, to kneeling, to standing up. He did so very slowly, and I can imagine him falling at any moment. Yet that moment never came.

"I can… still, stand!"

The student screamed out, before falling quiet. His body stood still, eyes closed and posture lackluster.

…Did he faint?

…While standing?

Somehow a surge of respect blossomed towards him.

With that kind of performance, I have to admit my loss.

Don't cry. Don't cry, Midoriya Izuku!

There are other options from which I can become a certified hero.

…I'm sorry, All-Might.

"By the way, the whole expulsion thing was a tactical lie so that everyone performs seriously."

"…"


AN: Refurbishing the story.