And I'll be the first to say this...i absolutely just love the relationship between both Sayuri and Kokona! Just so cute.

Now, with these last two chapters, i want to let you all know in advance that not everyone will have a spotlight in the Exams. With two chapters and my the amount of words i tend to put into one chapter should put enough space for more characters, right? Wrong. Twenty characters, two which are mine, while the other 18 belongs to you guys, and though i don't plan on doing all of the alone, i should inform you that not everyone will make a large appearance. I can assure you that half of the class will.

Another thing is that i want to thank your for all your kind words and your reviews. I'm having fun making this story, and this will be something i continue to the end of this. At this moment, i don't plan on juggling stories, so this may be my only one for the time being. But this is always subject to change.

A/N: Oh, right! i almost forgot! Someone asked if i would being using villains from canon. Honestly, i do want to use them to implement them with the terrorist along with the villains you all have sent.

P.S.: This is kinda last minute and i know this, but i just received a weird pm from someone asking me questions on the story. Um...i didn't know how to approach this at first, but i wanted to put it here so everyone can see. The only strange thing about it is that the person who asked this doesn't have a character in the story. So, he asked, and i quote "are you going to have any of the ocs having sex"? For me, that is a strange question, because i think i said i won't when i had the rules, but i have thought about it. So, it got me to the point that i would have it implied and not write it because i would suck. This is if it's alright with you guys.

Known Differences

Chapter 5: From Here On PT. 3

Same Day

Time: 9:00AM

Location: Maze Path A, U.A. Academy

"GO!"

From small to large, strange to plain, the sound of feet marching rapidly against the pavement could be heard as all rushed, changing forward when the do opened to grant them access. With no organization whatsoever or patience, everyone ran down the first hall, shoving, pushing one another to either get ahead or cause others to slow down. Some achieved this, while other ultimately stumbled on themselves to get ahead, but one thing that was for sure was...everything was being broadcasted to a single location.

"Pah! How absurd! YOU?"

"Of course me. I am the only one that can deal with you."

"That does not mean the course you should take involves being my girlfriend."

"Hm...but it is the only course I see."

With these last oblivious words to send back to the jet black hair girl, both Kokona and Sayuri could be seen as the only two left that had not ran into the maze with the others. In fact, the two were just talking...yes...just talking. With Sayuri having look that epitomizes the indifference she felt on current subject of Kokona wanting to be her girlfriend, her eyes were closed, arms crossed under her chest with her head turned to the left. Kokona on Sayuri's right, the girl surely was not paying much attention to anyone or anything around them, her head tilted to the left with her eyes having been shifted in this direction also.

If one would notice and how the two colors contrasted poorly, the tips of Sayuri's jet black hair was a flamboyant pink color that expressed her mild embarrassment on the matter in which Kokona strangely brought up some time ago. Though her composer was still as solid as a brick wall and she did not show a feasible crack in her efforts to push Kokona away and raise her disinterest for the topic.

Honestly, Sayuri marked herself as someone with no preference for a boy or girl, so, technically, either had a chance, but this was not sonething she was looking for.

"Please, Miss Hirayama?" Tilting her head left and right, kokona continued to face forward with a look that displayed her own curiosity that erased her common smile and replaced it with a straight line. Although humans were prone to change expression, and she was no different, her smile was almost a trademark that could only change when she had purpose for something to happen and/or change. "As you can tell, I am destined to be by your side."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Opening her eyes to allow them to blink questioningly at the statement from the white haired girl, but feeling a warmth, she quickly snapped her attention at Kokona to see that the girl was ignorant to her space. What she did was close the small, half a foot distance set between them to casually stand beside her with their arms brushing against one another.

But, instead of pushing her away, despite practically just meeting the girl, Sayuri found herself ordering why she didn't want to avoid being so close to her. Was it because she did as she was told and address her in the manner that she wanted with no complaints? Standing this close anyone would prompt violent action or a verbal assault, but Kokona was kind, which she knew she was not. There was no need in actively being uncivil toward the girl that was going out of her way to appeal to her.

But this didn't mean she could be her girlfriend.

*Hey! Young ladies!*

This prompted the two to end their conversation despite it having the possibility of continuing, the two humming at the sudden voice of Present Mic to look around, Sayuri eyeing around her left to blink at how empty it was, Kokona doing the same to her right. "When did..." Both trailed off, having not been paying much attention to what was happening around them. They had been speaking like the world had vanished around them, and the voice of Present Mic was the source to snap them from this.

*I said 'Guh-hooo'!* Over the invisible announcement system, Present Mic shouted, using his own word in the place of "Go".

Sayuri realized something about Kokona in this moment and as she turned her head to the right to observe the white haired individual, who, at the same time, was smiling lowly as she looked forward. She was pulling her in. Slowly, but surely was the girl starting to show an adequate ability to give off this welcoming aura that was drawing her to the point where she would admit that the girl was the most pleasant being to be near. What gave her this plus was the fact that Kokona was just...a normal person with not a single thing that could put her on even level with her.

And, yet, this girl was different somehow...

"Sorry for that, Miss Hirayama."

"Huh?" Blinking as she looked over to the girl, Sayuri said this a bit under her breath, having still been in thought of the girl.

Eyelashes batting, Kokona rested her eyes, both shutting to now close as her lips parted to show just the smallest of a gap. While she did not have much of a bust, she had not shown much care about this, commonly known as flat chested, and as she dragged both her palms down her chest, it was more apparent. "I distracted you, and now you are in the rear." She spoke as if she was not in the same predicament as Sayuri, saying while both her hands gained their baby blue aura that encased them to her wrist.

"Hmph." Turning her nose up at Kokona as she aimed her attention forward and to the opening of the tower door, Sayuri mentally gave her hair directions as it could be seen launching two batches: the first from the bangs framing her face on the left with the second flying from the bangs on the right. With a thunk, the gatherings of hair was easily capable of stabbing into the stone frame of the opening as Sayuri began pulling her head back, straining a bit. "Have you yet to observe your very on situation?" From the tension of pulling her head back to the point she was now grunting, which she just did not like the sound of, but also having her head forced to tuck forward. 'I can manage a single foot over, yes?' At this length, her hair had stretched over fifteen feet, adding an inch or three, this beginning to put a burden her locks.

[Sayuri Hirayama. Quirk: Hairbrain - Sayuri has the power to manipulate the hair on her head, allowing her to alter, grow out, change texture, shape and manipulate it as if it was an appendage.]

"Why, yes, I have..." Was the simple words that left the mouth of Kokona, her graceful smile playing on her lips now as her hands now rested at her stomach. "But I have never been a person to look at the worst of things!" With her eyes snapping open as she said this, her brows could be seen knitting as she let her vision rest forward. In this motion, her hand sharply pointed: her left forward and to the left and her right aiming forward to the right with both the index and middle finger aimed out. Disconnected, but still launching from the split between her fingers, baby blue string was sent forth, a splatting noise heard as both hit the wall that framed the opening. With this, she began hopping back to pull on it as they did hit just under where Sayuri's hair had stabbed through the wall.

In wide-eyed bewilderment, Sayuri was genuinely surprised by her words but found it as something she would say. So why was she caught off guard by this?

"Pardon." With a snap, Kokona raised her feet from the ground so that the tough strings could propel her forward, feet first as her hair flap.

Feeling the rush of wind that caused the rest of her hair to hair to wave, Sayuri felt how her head was trembling from the distance she had moved. "Pardon?" Raising her feet from the ground next, with a snap, her hair retracted from the wall after she was launched to follow Kokona, all her clothing wavering in the breeze she created for herself. She flew into the entrance head first, he long hair flowing as she followed after. "Where does she get off?" She spoke through her teeth.

Both were horizontal, at least 4 or 3 feet off the ground as they soared through the hall, Sayuri not too far from Kokona.

Feeling her speed begin to decrease little by little, Kokona felt the altitude in which her body soared also lessen, and what she did with her eyes narrowed corrected herself. What her movements consisted of was the teen struggling, but shifting her upper body weight so that the soles of her shoes could, grind against the tiles of the floor.

"Ump!" She exclaimed out as her arms had been thrown up, Kokona's feet giving out under her to allow her to fall forward. Her eyes were wide in the moments of this occurring, mouth agape during this time, her brain incapable of processing this fast enough to prevent her from falling to her face.

Tucking from her own accord, Sayuri could be seen tucking just before she could hit the floor below which allowed her to roll, almost, expertly to get herself in a kneeling position. Now, this roll was not vacant of any grunts from the girl, but this was necessary as they were let out from her lips involuntarily. Taking this moment, her eyes shifted lightly to the right to see Kokona falling to her face, while she was not totally enthused by this, she felt it served her right for acting so competitive.

"Falling to your face." Closing her eyes as she turned her nose up at the girl, Sayuri gave a quick laugh. "Ha! It suits you well." Using the bang of her hair that framed the left of her face, she nudged her head upward so that the batch of hair could launch upwardly, but to the left to stab, a bit askew, into the wall above. Why she didn't aim for the ceiling was because it was over at three stories in height, so it was no way she was skilled enough to reach them heights with her hair. "Farewell." And with her eyes still closed, she propelled her body forward and upward by retracting the hair, this ultimately let her soar to close the gap between her and those that had run through the hall first. What she could see, after opening her aquamarine eyes, was the massive group of the other Examinees that had yet to make it to the first checkpoints.

"Ah!?" Truthfully, Kokona was surprised to see this as Sayuri rocketed herself in the air above the ground and over everyone. Haphazardly, instead of faceplanting, the flat chested teen pointed the index and middle finger of her right to the ceiling of the maze. Utilizing her Quirk, she showed the difference in range between herself and Sayuri.

With each new height she reached, Sayuri used the bangs keeping her afloat to propel her forward now as they shot forward, digging deep into the wall either at her right or left. The rest of her hair flapped as she moved noting that the group of students below was still foolishly running together without a care, some even shoving to make it to the first checkpoint. With her arms crossed under her chest, her lips were pursed as she attempted to guess what these checkpoints would take the appearance as. Taking the less complicated route, they would possibly be something easy to spoke, and that was what she spotted.

At least half quarter of a mile ahead of them was where the maze actually began, the sight of the forked path led straight while the other two led diagonally to the left or right. And what told her that this was definitely the checkpoints was the red dotted line at each path.

"Since it's the simplest way, I'll go stra-AIGHT!" Shouting this last part as she flinched over to the left in defense for was she felt shoot pass her, Sayuri felt her heart rate increase gradually. For a second, it was all a blur for her, but the mass of white did not leave much guessing for her.

"Pardon me, Miss Hirayama." Her eyes were shut as she swung from the ceiling of the maze, leveling at the same height of Sayuri, Kokona squeezing the baby blue string in her right hands as she tossed her lower body forward.

Blinking for a second in confusion to what just occurred, Sayuri's eyes narrowed, sucking her teeth. "The nerve." She could see Kokona would not let her take the win if she did not work her hardest, so what she did was lessen the gap in between how she launched her hair into the walls, retracting it with much more force to hasten her pace. "I will deliver to you a challenge if that is what you desire." Mumbling this, her head shook left and right, nothing the distaste for this side of Kokona, but she would find it boring if the girl let her win. It was clear that she was much more superior to Kokona, but if the girl wanted to try her hand, she'd show her the royal flush she was holding. With her overall influence, beauty, and power, there was no way she could trump her. Not in this lifetime at least.

To herself, still having her eyes shut and a smile playfully on her delicate features, Kokona released the string in her hand which shot her forward like a bullet, though toss by hand. Her Quirk allowed her to be agile when she needed to be, so this sort of maneuverability was not something new to her. "Forgot how it felt to use my Quirk so freely." In a very airy sense, the dark-skinned teen spoke more to herself as she flew so effortlessly through the air. "Kind of reminds me of that spider hero, if I am correct." Good thing she was wearing her normal overalls, because those below would be given a show with how she was soaring over them.

Even as she did this, only one thing was on her mind. Not being a hero, nor did it have anything to do with the chances of becoming the girlfriend of Sayuri. Her mind rested on her brother, Riku, and her hope for his ability to place in the top twenty of the 1-A Hero Course. She just put every ounce of her hope for him not to do something vastly idiotic.

Raising her left hand to aim it to the ceiling, both her index and middle finger pointed out, releasing another detached string of the baby blue energy that was separate from the aura surrounding them. Attaching itself to the ceiling, Kokona grabbed onto it with her full hand, pulling on it to swing her forward.

"Look out!"

She could hear Sayuri's commanding voice ring deep in her ears, not ready for the sight she would see. Looking downward and forward to the path that led straight, standing on the dotted line was a machine, a large greenish robot with four hefty legs and the top of a tank. But what caught her off guard wasn't the tank or the fifteen-foot barrel aiming directly at her. It was the AP shell heading directly for her face, and this, of course, made her eyes widen to show in the reflection of them the rocket itself.

'I cannot move.' Was all that ran through the mind of Kokona, fear surprising bubbling up in her stomach to tell her exactly this.

Clearly, on the tank robot, there was white paint of the number 25 on each of the legs, painted all around them.

Wisping over her to stab into the wall on the right, two bang of hair was the true Savior of this moment as they were capable of pulling Sayuri along to shoulder tackle Kokona out of the way of the Tank shell. With both her eyes closed, using her right shoulder to perform this act, she was unaware of the AP shell passing, just centimeters away from her foot.

BOOOM!

"Ah!" Aside from the shockwave of the fiery blast, the pairing of Sayuri and Kokona gasped, their bodies hitting the hard tile wall, the lesser getting the worst out of the deal as she was in between the sturdy object and the child of wealth.

"Ah, man, what the..." In the group of examinees, all had stopped to look above themselves, sweat dripping at the sight, unsure of the intent of the U.A. staff. "Live shells...?"

"They're insane."

At the furthest rear of the group, waiting to take his charge to split from everyone that was still hanging around before they reached the separate pathe, Shiro was froze, his widened eyes encapsulating the very thing he felt. It bubbled down to his fear of being stopped her, stopped before he passed the Exam and was ultimately made a failure. He could not have this, and this sight of those girls from before didn't cause him to hesitate, though this was possibly the result of not having to physically be near them or speak with them.

With one swift motion, calculating how to move, Shiro turned his attention forward while most had their attention solely of both girls high above them. He was calm, silent, mouth in a straight line as he began to think to himself, going down on one knee with his right hand touching the tiles of the floor. "I can blitz forward and take a left to get the first checkpoint." His voice was low, steady to show he was collected enough to make rational decisions, and this showed by his Quirk taking over his body.

His steel, grey eyes remain the same color, this partly important as a silver coating took over his skin, spreading from around his left eye in clusters. This encased his skin and even his clothing, turning everything in a skintight armor that had just a light reflective presence. This coating was smooth and not bulky whatsoever, going against his frame, but not tightening his clothing.

[Shiro Issen. Quirk: Silver Body - Much like the known Tetsutetsu, or Ejiro Kirishima, his quirk allows him to transform his body into living silver, giving him enhanced strength and durability.]

'All I have to do is make a break for it and try not to get hit by a shell from that Tank.' And, by the looks of it, it was a tank that used AP shell, like most, so there was not much he could take from it. While he wouldn't rely on it much to begin with, intelligence had no leverage in this moment as of now, so him attempting to try and use his brain was quite pointless. Now, when he pondered more on it, he remembered what he was doing here and how he could yet mark off conquering his fears. His best chance was when that girl spoke to him. Even thinking back on that made him shiver, swallowing a knot in his throat that would undoubtedly choke him if he stayed there.

'Go!' He shouted in his head, taking off as he lifted to his feet, moving at a steady pace, either accidentally bumping those that got in his way or sidestepping them all together, but apologizing all the same.

Returning back to the two, eyes closed from the pain of hitting the wall, Kokona obviously going through a lot more shown by the painfully distressed look on her face. In unison, not missing a beat, both their bodies began to plummet, incapable of being suspended in the air for too long.

Acting on what her body told her, not putting much thought into it how she moved, Sayuri mindlessly gripped onto the left hand of Kokona with her own right hand. Multitasking and being sure the two of them did not fall, the left and right bang shot up diagonally to the left and right, stabbing into the walls once more to let them dangle instead on fall.

"Mmm!" Sayuri groaned into her mouth, her body yanking down from Kokona's weight as she was protected from falling, but she still caused them to bounced. "How foolish..." She said to herself, wanting to curse herself out for acting without thinking much on it. "My body just moved, Shirasagi, so I need you to do me a favor and be grateful for my kindness."

There was much disdain in her voice, and Kokona did not have to waste much time to figure out that Sayuri loved her. Well, this was what she wanted to believe deep down and in her heart as the girl could not deny having helped her when she...really did not have to. "Of course, Miss Hirayama." Becoming the epitome of innocence and love, Kokona sent an eye closed smile to the girl that hung above her by her hair.

Whirring, it heard from the robot tank, the barrel shifted to put its sight back on the two, having the readjust.

Sayuri blinked, looking down the barrel of it. "Shirasagi, hey!" Not raising her voice much, but speaking with more intent than before, she wanted to get the attention of the girl. "If you don't have plans of getting extirpated at his very moment in time..." Opening her hand to release Kokona, only her eyes shifting down to watch as her eyes widened, the heiress used the suspension of her jet-black locks to send her higher. "I suggest you toss me at it." Point down with her left index finger, her designated location was none other than the twenty-five point Tank robot.

"Huh?" In the second Sayuri had released her hand, she could admit that a bolt of shock was plunged into her very core, her ability to shake this impossible as she saw the girl as someone she could trust. In realization of what the girl wanted her to do, the past feelings of shock and awe was swept away, though not entirely, but enough to ensure that she had the motor skills to perform this act. "Toss you?" This left her lips, thinking for a moment before she nodded surely. "As you wish, Miss." In her plummet back down to the ground, she raised both her aims above her head with both her index and middle finger.

Shooting the detached, baby blue string from her hand first, it launched to the ceiling that was, give or take, thirteen yards away from her current position.

Finally seeing this due to the string shooting pass her face and up, Sayuri did not require a ruler to measure that Kokona had far more reach than her with her head. Yet, this was not something she wanted to worry about now, focusing as she became stagnant in the air from the halt in her ascension. Gathering together, her hair formed over her head, turning, twisting, layer after layer piling each lock over one another until her whole mass of hair took shape of a drill.

"If you are ready, Miss Hirayama." After the string attached itself to the ceiling, Kokona restrained herself from finding the way Sayuri looked to be amusing. Now using her right hand to shoot the detached string from her fingers, she also gripped onto the one attached to the ceiling and pulled herself up. Red eyes focusing as she was propelled up, her right hand twirled around to cause the string to spiral, rotating as it formed around Sayuri in it's ascension.

While the things that floated through her head was based more on what this baby blue substance was, she wasn't able to question it as Kokona yanked on it, tightening it around her so suddenly. This caused her to release a sort of staggering gasp, this having caught her off guard and restained her arms to her side while cupping under and over her bust...possibly purposely.

"Agh!" Sayuri's eyes widened from this. "Cur..." The girl scoffed under her breath as she looked down to the ascending girl. "Watch what you're doing." She said with much annoyance in her voice.

"Terribly sorry for that, Miss." Breaking her own hold of the string she used to gain altitude, Kokona opened her hand as she came to a leveling height with Sayuri, floating just behind her.

"Just try not to do it in the future." Sayuri scolded.

Using the brief moment they had before they found themselves in a nosedive back to the ground, Kokona made a myriad of premeditated movements.

Gripping the back of the string that was wrapped around Sayuri with her left hand, the white hair twin aimed her right hand in that direction and to the wall to release another detach strong from her finger to stick snuggly onto the wall. "Almost done, Miss Hirayama." As she said this, she gripped the string, bringing her right hand to the rest to attach it to the rest. Now, using her left hand, she directed both her index and middle to point to the left and at the wall, bringing forth more of the string to splat, attaching itself against the wall.

This allowed both of them to remain suspended at a leveled height, almost treating it like Kokona was a spider with Sayuri unknowingly trapped in her web.

Sayuri felt a bit queasy as she looked down to her own form, seeing the string, observing the substance that constricted her movement. What was it that made her feel so...unclean...? "Hmph! J-just hurry before-"

Shoosh!

This was the sharp noise that came from the tank, it bucking back after launching forth a missile from the long barrel, it heading directly for both of them.

"Shirasagi!" Sayuri exclaimed forceful, donning a ordering tone that was reminiscent to that of a drill Sergeant. And this was expected, of course. What she saw in an almost slow motion fashion was the fiery barrel of the tank ignite, the AP missile emerging. Panic rose in her, feeling this sort if burning sensation in her throat as the thought of her movement being cut having the most effect on her.

"Can't!" A foot collided against the wall on the floor, this body having to shove its way through the pool of those that had been reduced to just watching. This silver suited body belong to a certain Shiro Issen, this sort of duty finding its way to the forefront of his actions as he pushed aside the actually Maze. "Just!" Having ran toward the wall with his top speed, which was cut in half due to his active Quirk, but he gained enough momentum that pressing his right foot on the wall created a crack. This also let him use his momentum to plant his next foot up...then his next...then the next until he took several steps up the wall, high enough that he didn't hesitate to leap back to extend his height with his body facing the tank. "Stand there!"

With his arms and legs outstretched like a star, Shiro had blatantly put himself in the way of the missile.

Releasing her grip from the string that kept Sayuri wrapped, Kokona dropped almost instantly, bringing forth more string from her left hand as she twirled her fingers around to wrap it around the girl's feet. Gripping tight on the string to prevent her fall, Kokona hung, her left hand raised over her head to keep her from screwing up and falling.

Dangling there, looking forward and down to what was occurring below, Kokona was genuinely in wide-eyed bewilderment by what that silver boy down below was doing. "That will hurt him...!" She was evidently concern for him, and this showed in the voice she had, one able to note the fear and absolute worry leaking off each of her words.

"And he'll be a noble sacrifice for me." Came the arrogance and self-absorbed tone of Sayuri, huffing after what she said.

"...But...still..."

And, in that moment, the missile connected with the chest of Shiro, causing him to release a pained grunt through his teeth, his left eye squeezing close. With the force from the missile, it firstly launched him higher into the air, but soon began swerving uncontrollably until it found it's landing area and that was a good distance beyond the group of Examinees. Once his back connected with the ground, the fiery explosion took place, sending out an incredible shockwave that covered Shiro and resulted in almost everyone on the same footing as him having to raise their arms to shield themselves.

The lighting of the explosion lit up her features, clear that they turned in distress of what she just saw, her grip loosened.

"Shirasagi! Pay attention!"

Sayuri shouting caused Kokona to grip back onto the string, knowing her heart wanted to see if he was alright, petrified, scared to begin to think about what could have transpired.

"Before it reloads, we must eradicate it." Samurai explained, staring down to the Tank robot, brow knitted down tightly, realizing that the barrel was still aimed at them, but it had yet to go further with its attack.

"...but..." Her voice was almost helpless, staring down as the flames began to die out, her entire body beginning to chill, feeling a coldness in her core...again...

"Get it out of your head!" Sayuri needed the girl's undivided attention to finish this. "Nothing is wrong with him!"

"...huh..." Her blood red eyes filled with nothing but desolation blinked to awaken the life that was usually in them.

Sayuri huffed. "It was clear that he had some sort of armor protecting his body, and he must have noticed before he acted." As she spoke, Kokona blinked, her expression changing to one of astonishment when the smoke had cleared to reveal the body now lying on his back, his arms outstretched on the floor.

He panted lightly, clear bruises on his body, but they were mere scuffs that were making themselves present on his skin as the silver coating retracted from around his skin to converge back to his left eye. Vanishing entirely, Shiro grunted, fist clinching in his own attempts to move, but found it impossible. The explosion was strong enough to tire his Quirk out almost instantly, it having taken one hundred percent of the blast to protect him. Looking up above himself, he could see the two girls still hanging far above him, looking eyes with a pool of concerned blood red that locked with his. One thing he could guarantee was that, if not anything else, was that the girl was tense, distraught, in distress due to her own worry for him.

...But why was that? Why did she look like that? Guess it was only natural for her to worry as he DID just take a missile to the chest. And when he thought about actually speaking, his cheeks reddened as his eyes changed direction.

"Whew..." Holding her free right hand over her chest, Kokona felt this weight lift off her shoulders, knowing she would be the first to see if he was alright. She understood her own want to become a Hero, and some may get hurt...or, eventually, die...but this was not something she wanted to continue tainting the beauty of the world in which she inhabited.

"Now that that's over with..." Sayuri was almost at her tipping point, seeing that Kokona was TOO worried about the safety of others that she would forget her task.

"Sorry about that, Miss Hirayama." Moving her right hand from her chest, Kokona utilized it and gave a turn in midair to a ninety degree angle to now face the wall to her right. Raising her hand to point diagonally to the ceiling, she used the two fingers to spit out more of her string, it attaching to the ceiling as she pulled on it. What this did was lift Kokona up, but note that she never unhanded the string in her left hand that was wrapped around Sayuri's ankle, pulling her along as this began to flex the strings that were stuck to the wall.

'It's durable and sort of malleable.' Sayuri thought to herself as she watched the string, her body turning on itself from Kokona lifting her up from her ankles. 'Ah, a slingshot method.' She realized, coming to one of either two conclusion: the first being that Kokona was actually pretty strategic, while the second being that she did not come up with this on her own. How she moved was far too complexed to be something she thought up on the fly.

"Get ready, Miss Hirayama." Pulling tighter on both sides, Kokona could measure about a half a foot above where Sayuri was previously at.

"Try not to miss, Shirasagi." Calmly she said this, Sayuri aiming the large drill her hair was constructed into at nothing other than the tank.

"Yes." Nodding, with one last check to see if her aim was correct, Kokona pulled her left hand back to rip the strings that wrapped her ankle, launching Sayuri off to blitz down to the tank robot. The other strings connected to the walls ripped, propelling her at breakneck speeds.

For one, Sayuri was more optimistic that her arms were constricted by her sides as her arms could be what would steer her off course. If Kokona's aim was efficient enough to guide her to the tank robot, then slamming through it would be no problem. From the pressure of the intense breeze, her eyes were shut, squeezed closed as she closed in on the robot, her hair gaining a reflective presence to signify the hardening of her jet black locks.

Unaware to her, the stringy substance began to peel off her, it noticeably slimy...almost like mucus, but it left no trace on her body or clothing whatsoever.

Smiling gently as she dropped from the with her hands over her head and her head swing wildly, Kokona could admire her work as she put a bit of Riku in the thought of it. Riku was the mastermind of this slingshot method of attack as he brilliantly came up with actually slingshotting her with his magnet Quirk. Besides Attraction and Repulsion, his Quirk worked in more ways than that since, at the end of the day, he was just a living magnet.

Using her Quirk, she kept her altitude, swinging as she stuck the string from wall to wall, following after the quickly descending Sayuri Hirayama.

The group of Examinees watched, heads craning from where Sayuri was launched off at to her approaching the robot faster than they could comprehend. Before they knew it, the brief moment they could see consisted of drill construct at the top of her head begin to rotate just before slamming into the tank, in giving off light explosions that was less damaging.

The tank robot had folding, crumbling inwardly as bits and pieces were sent flying, clanging as they bounced against tiles on the floor.

From the carnage of the debris made from the destroyed robot that now laid lifeless, Sayuri emerged, pushing the loose rubbish about, walking out of it with her eyes closed and a swing of her hair that relaxed back down her back.

And everyone watched her, including a staggering Shiro that stumbled his way to the front, fatigue on his face, only propped up by his own will to continue, but there was doubt that he could.

Dragging the fingers of her left hand through her black locks, Sayuri, huffed, not acknowledging those that looked onward to her, finding it something she was not foreign to which allowed her to do this. Her hair swung as she did this, her brown boots hitting the tiles as she proceeded to walk off. "We've spent too much time here now, Shirasagi, let's go." She announced.

And, in that next second, dropping to the start of the forward path was Kokona, but instead of chasing after Sayuri, she faced the group, her hands held and clasped together in front of her lower body, her eyes shut as her welcoming smile played on her feature. In general, yes, she was facing the whole crowd of Examinees, but who she had in mind was the boy that helped them that stood at the forefront.

This was something Shiro picked up, making his cheeks flush after being looked at by such a physically attractive girl, the smile on her face making him feel somewhat...proud. It was something he could never grow tired of seeing, and, for once, he was not afraid or found a need to look anywhere but directly at the girl.

"Thank you for coming to our aid." Kokona showed her pure gratitude toward the boy that put himself in harms way to let them take out the robot. "I promise to return the favor."

"Shirasagi!"

"But that is all the time I have." Kokona didn't seem much affected by the shouting of Sayuri, though not all could say this as numerous of the others flinched when this name was call. "Good luck, but I must return to Miss Hirayama." With that, she turned on them, walking to follow after Sayuri down the first and straight path.

His cheek...no, his entire face was a beet red after the words that were "exchanged" between the two of them. He stood there, motionless as her watched Kokona's parting figure, eyes rocking side to side as he could not take his eyes off the long ponytail that rested down her back.

"So kind..."

~~Break~~

Location: Maze Path E, U.A. Academy

"Whoa!" Was all he could say with his gruff, almost primal voice that had hint of someone that needed a quick drink of water, but this was what came with his Quirk. His eyes could not find a chance to stop at something that he deemed attention grabbing as the entire hall was something that would cause anyone to stare in awe. He commonly came off as an aggressive person, but, in this moment, he was nothing of this sort, contemplating who had the skill to do something that required strength or talent. Probably both.

Before him, the left of his muzzle twitched at the sight with the twenty-five point robot littered about with a sort of purple liquid dripping off to create puddles under them. With each pile of metallic scrap, a purple liquid dripped, leaving no area clean, showing that someone had a very different Quirk that he wasn't able to pinpoint. The liquid had a neverending ripple effect

"This had to be more than one person." But the more he thought about this, the more it made no sense as he could she the same substance on EACH robot, which indicated one assailant. There were several heap of scrap, but, if he wanted to be exact and use an actual number, there was sixteen mounds of twenty-five pointers.

This made the hair that was present all across his body stand on ends, incapable of placing a finger on who was strong enough to do this on their own. His Quirk was considered strong, though this was self-proclaimed, and the metals used to craft the robots were made up of were seemingly weak, so it took nothing more than a few strikes from him. But, he had only defeated five and made his way over two checkpoints in the maze, this bringing him to...well, there was no need for mathe when his score was so low...

Pat...

Stopping in his tracks, in the shaggy black fur that covered his imposing form, Ookami, the 7 foot werewolf, could feel something between the hairs on his body. It was a small, yellow disk about the size of a cookie, it stuck and tangled in the fur of the boy that stood at a height that most would not find surprising if he said he played sports.

"Huh?" With a low grunt that snapped him from his own stupor, his teeth could be show through his mild growl, sharp at first glance that could pierce an equal amount that his striking blue eyes excelled in. "The hell..." Saying this through a feral growl, Ookami gave a half turn to the left to crane his head to the left also, but what he saw made him move in a swift manner. He widened the distance with a single hop back, the space between his eyelids broadening with his brow knitting down as he clinched his fist. "Found me, huh?"

Denki Kaminari, student of the newly promoted 2-A, not one of the more recognizable of the class of elites, but still a high roller no matter what he could do or what people had against him. The boy with the dirty yellow hair grinned widely, his right arm raised pointedly at the Wolfboy, aiming his pale yellow sharpshooting device in his direction.

"Yep, hehe..." Denki let loose a friendly snicker, showing no ill will toward the boy known as Ookami, the reason he was here being that he was previously on the trail of someone else that had been carving their way through the robot. This meant they were amassing a ton of points in very little time without going across the checkpoints.

~~Flashback~~

30 Minutes Prior

Location: Auditorium, U.A. Academy

"Stop the high scorers?" These words left her lips with more question than she would have thought, her eyes blinking as she stared at the Pro-Hero in complete confusion and bafflement. "I'm kinda confused..."

The chestnut-colored hair Ochako Uraraka was lined up with her other classmates aafter the auditorium had be emptied. Her pink cheeks were dancing with a variety of bewilderment, having raised at her question to also lift her lower eyelids.

"No worries, young lady, I'll explain once more for you!" Present Mic voice let his bright and large smile stick to his features, holding a hand to his chest with the other raised over his head. "While it is ideal for you to tag the Examinees out indiscriminately, we think that those with the higher scores are more likely to accumulate far more points due to their skill level that will leave others behind without a chance to truly and knowingly compete."

As Present Mic elaborated, Ochako blinked her deep brown and round eyes.

"While I don't mind you tagging the Examinees out and there's not much you can do if they're more skilled than others," Present Mic announced. "Let's try to keep things fair, right?"

~~Flashback End~~

Present

Location: Maze Path E, U.A. Academy

"I'm not gonna lie...but you're really intimidating." Denki gave a enthused chuckle, having to let his head crane back to look up to the boy, observing how built he looked, noting that he did not lack muscle and was the exact opposite of his, but he'd like to think he was muscular. While his right arm was aimed in the direction of the teen that remarkably had the appearance of an Werewolf, his other hand was on his hip, but balled into a fist. "Though, I think I got enough experience as a U.A. student to combat someone with a more fighty Quirkuh." His words spilled from his mouth, confident in his abilities, though he was not being overly cocky as he didn't want to turn into Bakugo.

Ookami tilted his head, thinking silently to himself for a moment or two before showing his fangs in a modest grin, his features shifting from this. "Then what is yo ass waiting for...?" Raising both his hand to put himself in a loose stance, the teeth already felt his heart rate pick up in excitement, his muscles tensing as he felt the activating of his full Quirk fluctuating through his person. "...tag me..." This was almost goading, wanting for his opposition to make the first move, both his eyes sharpening, his slitted pupil expanding only for a mere instance before dilating.

"Heh!" With the grin remaining present on his face to show his teeth, Denki nodded to himself readying himself. "I think I got some time to kill, so let's get this started." Of course he was excited about this. He had the chance of testing the next generation of 1-A students, and while he had eliminated a few that he happened to run in to, he could honestly say that some were definitely mediocre, but he could not just rule them out as practicing could get them further.

Flinging another disc from the device on his arm, similar to the first that had been tangled in between the hairs on the back of the boy's shoulder, it soared directly at Ookami, and Denki release a knowing huff as this happened.

Ookami was ready for almost anything to transpire, so when Denki launched one of those small disc at him, there was nothing much for him to do other that swipe it out of the air with a grunt. "Type of game you playing, banana head?" His voice was, more often than not, always gravelly, giving Ookami a more threatening sound that showed off his assertive side despite actually being a very good sportsman type of people beside that fact. "Gotta get serious if you're going against me." With a grin and the disc clinched in the palm of his hand, seeing the distance between both himself and the 2-A student, he bolted forward.

He was clearly was easily able to outclass anyone with just speed alone, the hairs on his body bouncing as he moved and sprinted his way at Denki. Tossing his right and left arm forward in back separately, keeping a steady pace, Ookami let his eyes narrow as he closed in on the certified student of U.A..

"Whoa!" Alright, of course he knew wolves were fast, but this was something else, barely able to control his mouth as he struggled not to let this out. This made him take a single step back, a sweat drop falling down the side of his face as his eyes blinked a few times. But all he needed to do was shoot, so this made him a little less tense. "Heh." Giving a light chuckle, Denki activated his Quirk as his yellow electricity was exerted from his body like a sort of protection around his form. "Guess that means start, huh?" He joked, aiming the index finger on his right hand forward to produce a stream of lightning.

~~Scene Change~~

Same Time

Location: Maze Path E, U.A. Academy

Boom!

"That make seven."

Another explosion was set off after a high pitched whirring sound that was briefly followed by the sound of a distorted gunshot, this being the cause of the numerous explosions that occurred beforehand. White blue beams had been conducted from him, his aim sort of off as seen by the darkened mark along the walls and floor, but he was still competent enough to succeed.

On both his hands, he wore his prize possessions: his silver, metallic glove with blue accents, the glove smooth and sleek, glistening from the lights above him. The gloves had been made from metal, small, darkened holes on the front of each of the fingers with a larger hole, about the size of a spray can top, at the center of the palm. A glowing white-blue light emitted from each of the beautifully crafted holes, each having a gloss casing over them.

On just his right foot was his boot, made fully of sleek, silver metal with a split at the front where the ankle was, it going vertically down, but with a small, white blue crystal orb lodged into it. The rim of the boot came to a triangular point in the front, circling around the back and angled lower with a indented triangle.

Before him laid seven separate remnant of the robots he had destroyed to add onto his personal score of 275 and counting. Having crossed over just a single checkpoint, he totaled it along with the enemies he defeated, this sort of thing easy for him, as trivial as doing algebra.

Looking to his gloves, he flexed, bending the fingers to examine the dark carbon fiber in between the joints of them. "The gloves seem to be functioning at their most optimal condition." His astonishing blue-green eyes observed them in a calm manner not sure what they would look like if they started to malfunction, but he was ready for anything really. "I have yet to utilize the control system on the boot, so I am still very in the dark on if it will work properly in the field."

Clankclankclankclankclankclankclank...

The gears of some sort of belt could be heard from down the hall, the noise bouncing off the wall, it alerting Jayden to observed what was coming down the hall toward him. His thick, brown hair shifted as his head raised, removing his eyes from the gloves to see, his narrowing with the distance between himself and the approaching figure that could had the shape of, what he believed, was another one of those robots...yet quite larger...but with the same coating of paint as the twenty five pointers.

"It's width alone takes up the hall." Using his own intelligence, it did not take much for him to see that the halls were already wide, hard to make out the exact measure meant, but it ranged from twenty to eighteen feet. All the halls were identical with a few differences such as wider turns, but that was it really.

Rolling down the hall on a pair of tank treads on both sides, this robot had had a more skeletal shape, thin in frame with arms as bony and block, it covered by a coat of green paint. The spinal cord and chest cavity was built into the platform that kept together the wheel, the circular holes along each "bone" of the rib cage lining up perfectly with the last. If observed thoroughly, one could deduce that they were barrels of a gun and there was at least five on rib. Instead of there being a head connecting to the neck, built to emerge out of the rib cage was a massive, rectangular cannon, this extending the height of the robot to a solid fifteen to sixteen feet. On the back of the fist of both of the arms had built in rectangular cannons, considerably smaller than its cannon head.

"Is that..." Trailing off as his eyes searched the massive robot, nothing that there was white painting of the number 50 on the front of all three cannons.

As the robot rolled down the hall, with no warning whatsoever to signify that it would go on the attack, robotically, both its arms raised, lowered to point both cannons at Jayden.

"Uh!" Gasping as this happened, Jayden found himself unaware that things would begin so fast before he properly readied himself, yet this did little to stop him from acting along with the robot.

The barrels of the cannons on the back of both the fist lit up in a fiery fashion to show the flames emerging, releasing a missile from both that hurriedly sped toward Jayden.

Taking a step back along with his motions of raising just his right hand, Jayden let his palm face in the direction before him to aim at the speeding missiles. "As expected, they are live shells." He said to himself as the light on his palm illuminated further, shining brighter than before as a high pitched whirring sound made itself present, it soon followed by a distorted gunshot. This launched a white blue beam of condensed energy forward, it wide enough to collide with the nose of both missiles, creating a fiery explosion that rumbled the area around.

This caused him to turn away, raising just his left arm to shield his face from the explosion, his hair blowing back from the wind that was kicked up. Feeling this die out, he hurriedly returned his attention to the fifty point robot before it gained the upperhand, but got an eye full when he took notice of the barrels along the rib cage protruding outwardly. "The holes are about the size to release rubber bullets." Jayden did not show that he was very worried about this, casually looking to the palm of his left hand for a second before holding it forward. This time, the smaller holes on the tips of the finger shined, emitting a line of the white-blue energy from both. "This should stop it."

Stopping half a foot away from Jayden, the five lines of light converged together, creating a solid, translucent shield of his energy.

With a sound awfully comparable to that of a blow dart, a volley of rubber bullets the size of golf balls were shot, none following an exact course as some even ricocheted off the walls to bounce wildly. But the shield that protected him took all the damage, being propelled back, some missing while other dented the robot from the speed they picked up from rebounding.

"Tch." Even as he watched this occur before him and his ability to use it's own weapons against it, though something made Jayden find this less interesting. "Mere rubber bullets, huh?" He questioned himself, eyes shifting in a calculated manner, analyzing the cracks in the shield that were made. "Adjust may need to be made."

Unaware, Jayden had not calculated a rubber bullet making it over the shield, bouncing to hit the heel of his boot which caused it to rattle, a white-blue light shining from under it.

"Huh?" Feeling the vibration going up his legs, Jayden blinked in shock, looking down to see that his boot had activated. "A malfunction?" Before he could ponder this, he rocketed forward, being propelled upward in an arch and leaving behind a trail of smoke. All this did was make the boy groan in frustration, soaring to the ceiling, but this was in a very zigzag manner that had no direction whatsoever. "What could have happened?" He said against the wind, feeling his body literally get ragdolled, flailing about with no exact end in sight.

With his eyes squeezed closed, Jayden kept his had tucked, grunting though his lips were pursed together.

It's head/cannon followed Jayden despite not truly locking on with him with his unpredictable movements. But did this matter in the long run? As if the robot had seen something frightening to its core, it had gone still all of a sudden, not moving an inch. Sparks began to fly as there were noticeable splits in the robot and all over its form, each piece beginning to slide off, the ground shaking violently as it erupted, exploding to seand metal shrapnel in countless direction.

Lowering in the direction of the explosion, her dark umbrella twirled gently, the parts of metal bouncing off, some falling to black, heeled boots. At her feet, swirling from her shadow was short, pitch black tendrils waving rather calmly with no purpose whatsever, almost comparable to how she stopped after the explosion ended. Lifting her umbrella with her right hand, she leaned it against her shoulder, using just her left hand to adjust her sunglasses.

"Another one down." Her soft voice rung through the halls, showing not an ounce of true worry as it seemed she was concerned more for her point and the score, and that was given, right? "That makes 325." Eyes lifting to see a brown haired boy scraping against the wall high above. Without saying much, Miyu lifted her feet, walking forward and through the scrap metal, knowing that she had defeated that robot because she had the element of surprise. "And that is the reality of it." She had nothing more to say on it. Some may boast about their own strength, though she did not. Living in the real world, she did not have time to lie over nothing to boost her own confidence or moral, but she could understand things in a different light. She could not be blinded by her own perception or how others perceived things as she felt as if there was no reason to lie to herself to keep things proper for her life.

As if she was not paying much attention, one of the tendrils waving from Miyu's shadow shot up, wrapping around the ankle of Jayden.

"Ah!" Stopping in mid-air, feeling and seeing the tendril of darkness wrap around his ankle, Jayden's brows raised up in surprise as he was suddenly yanked down to the floor. Being drug through the air, his arms flapping due to the lack of most control of his body, so he could not prevent his plummet and the slamming into the tiles. "Guh!" In pain, he noises out as his body bounced, ignoring this fact and caring only for the puffing sound coming from his boot.

Slithering from around his ankle, the dark tendril retracted back Miyu to regain its position again to float up from her shadow.

[Miyu Hayami. Quirk: Umbrakinesis - Her quirk allows her to gather and control darkness and shadows around her into solid or semi solid state which she can then form into various shapes and forms.]

How he had fallen to the floor landed him on his stomach and his hands, groaning, straining to push himself up as he kept his eyes squeezed closed. "Who was that?" He questioned himself, not taking the chance to look, knowing the person had already left. Shaking his head, his eyes suddenly snapped opened, going to sit back with his legs resting straight with his eyes set only on the boot on his right foot. "Think they..." Trailing, Jayden tilted his head to the side, internally praising himself for going for a reinforced alloy. He could see that the boot was not trashed, having only a few scratches at the toe, but was fine overall. "Well...possibly a fresh coat of paint like Pay 'n' Spray." He spoke, speaking of a certain game.

Sitting there for a moment or two more, Jayden nodded to himself before pushing himself up to his feet, knowing he'd need to tamper with his boot when he got the chance.

~~Break~~

Some Time Later

Location: Maze Path F, U.A. Academy

Tattattattattattattattattattattat...

The soles of her shoes his the tiles of the white floor, her hands leaving behind a trail of a green glow from both.

"Aniki! Aniki!" Calls rang through the halls, the feminine voice being the culprit as she did not care who was around as she screamed this name at the top of her lungs. Crimson red locks jumping with each and every step, the strands stuck to her forehead due to the dampness of the sweat that was accumulated over the span of the Exams. It had been ten minutes since the start of the Entrance Exams and she had been running through the maze in search for the 2-A student that she had come to know over the years.

Surrounding both of her hands was a green aura that matched her radioactive, green colored eyes, both encompassed by a multitude of green freckles that contrasted sstrangely with her coffee brown skin. As she moved, she left behind a trial of her green aura.

Nothing could help the grin on her face, her heart almost threatening leap out of her chest with how rapaid in thumped, having to admit that she'd believe someone if they said they saw in moving against her rib cage. The grin that plague her features was almost infectious to a point one would think she like the sweat and the running.

...And you would not be wrong with this assumption.

Going by the name of Akane Akira, she stands at the height of 5'2 in total, nothing more, nothing less, the girl having a very petite body that one would be surprised if they found any type of fat on that was not her B cup chest. The rest was her rather athletic build that came from the way she lived her life on a daily basis. With a cutesy, chubby, heart shaped face, as saud before, she has a darker skin tone, it a coffee brown color. Her crimson red hair was styled in a pixie bob cut, the long bang just covering the corner of her right eye with a deep part at the left.

Akane wears a white tee-shirt with black sleeves worn underneath, having a denim vest with the kanji for crimson over her left breast. With the fact she was wearing grey leggings, she was capable of wearing a pleated, red skirt that flopped up and down with each bounce. Her grey leggings were tucked into a pair of black, thigh length boots that had a pointed toes.

Even through the green, hazy aura that covered both her hands, one could the blotchy burn patterns on the back of her left hand that she did little hide.

[Akane Akira. Quirk: Plasma Hands - Channeling the Vitamin C within her body, Akane can summon a Plasma energy over her hands that is constantly burns close to 2550 degree Fahrenheit. Though this energy doesn't give off a heat that one can feel when close.]

"C'mon, Aniki!" Akane called out, her lower eyelids lifted as she charged through with not a single thought about stopping. She was fast, but not comparable to that of Ookami, but she was gradually faster than most males.

She felt it. She knew was close to finding Tenya. Having gotten across three checkpoints by this point and taken down eight of those twenty five pointers, Akane knew she required more of a challenge other than picking apart these robot. Her first encounter with them was not easiest, but she learned how to combat them after her forth, and with her close combat Quirk, she was more at home when running into them.

"I need a challenge!" Her pace quickened, not moving at a hyper-speed of the sort nor was she exceeding the Hero in training known as Ingenium, but most would be shocked to see her move like this.

Moving as fast as she could, her eyes still glossed over to the left at the white, armored suit blitzing pass her.

"Heh..." Skidding as she did a half turn, her right foot out further than the left, dust kicked up as she turned fully, a smile on her face as she kicked off and began running after him. Good thing her target had not resorted to running at his full speed and was moving at a mere jog, in his eyes. As she closed in to his rear, Akane reared her right arm back, fingers straightened. "Found you, Aniki!"

Hearing this shout ring in both his ear despite the helmet he wore on his head, Tenya Iida found himself shocked after he voice reached his eardrum. Otherwise known as Ingenium, the boy just turned to see a straight hand coming to his face, this prompting him to act. "Hm!" He sounded at least surprised to see this, turning and lunging forward to duck under it, showcasing his own reaction speed.

Popping up after dodging the strike, Tenya spun around, popping up to face his assailant. "A sneak attack?" Behind the mask, he sounded appalled. Pointing a finger at the short, red hairex individual, he began to scoId them. "Such a foul, but effective way to come at your opponent, though I must say that such tactic cannot be considered as fair."

As he spoke, the girl only snickered, her back to him after he had succeeded in avoiding her strike. "C'mon, Aniki, hehe." Chuckling darkly, though not evilly, Akane began to turn and face him.

Behind the helmet, Tenya sweat, just the voice finally registering in his head making him want to run off in search for other. "M-Miss Akira?" Though they had known one another for some time, he still happened to speak with her rather formally. Blinking a few times, he held up his hands. "Y-you're on my Path?" He could not help but take note of the light glistening off her forehead, showing that she had been very active for the past ten minutes.

Facing him finally, the smile on her face was the only confirmation one needed. "Of course..." Hopping up and down in place which allowed her hair to bounce out freely. "Think they know we're childhood friends?" Inquiring this, she acted before he could answer, her toe touching the ground, but the girl was lunging in the next instant with glee written in her first, her right hand cocked back.

As he watched her lunge at him with her hand straightened, Tenya thought to himself, knowing it was absolutely impossibly to get out of this with her. "I do not think that is correct." She must have accumulated enough points, because even if the chances of her defeating him came true, she would not be granted with anything...nothing that he knew of.

Narrowing behind his mask, he read the moves of the girl, having done this with her far too many times to not know how she was trying to come at him. 'She always start with a fake.' He thought to himself, not using his engines as he used his right leg to swing a horizontal kick at her to stop all of this.

But it wasn't a fake. With her lunge, she usually stopped it mid-lunge and stepped back, but she could not risk it this time, having continued the lunge with a precisely time duck. "Not this time, Aniki!" She was clearly amused, raising her pointed right hand quickly to his chest.

"Hm!" Gasping inside his mouth, Tenya was genuinely surprised by this change, but acted a bit faster. Igniting with blue flames, he activated his Quirk, turning his leg so that the boost shot his leg diagonally downward enough to kick her hand to the ground.

"Whoa!" Akane eyes widened when her right hand was forced to keep her up as it slapped the tiles below, her green energy capable of casually digging through the tiles and at least a quarter of a foot into the steel alloy beneath. "Man, that was sweet, Aniki..." Just in the moment that she yanked her hand from the hole it had created, she was not even on her feet, on her knees when she saw a kick heading directly for her face. "He's not playing around." Using both her arms to block her face in an X, but the kick was strong enough to break her guard, it lifting her up to her as she stepped back to open the gap between the two of them.

Tenya was use to the girl trying to fight against him, so he sometime found himself just going with the flow, but always trying to hold back.

"Alright..." Shaking her hand, cracking her neck as she stood in place, Akane smirked. "Time for me to get serious." Ducking forward with her arms tossed back, fingers straightened on both her hands, she lunged forward.

"It'll probably be more effective if you change up your tactics." Kenya suggested as, once again, he used his right leg to toss out another kick, nothing different about this one from the last.

"You're one to talk!" Exclaimed Akane, but she showed that she was doing something different. Instead if striking or trying to block the kick, she dropped down underneath the kick and to the tiles, belly sliding pass Iida.

"What?" Tenya blinked in pure shock at this action.

Wasting no time and giving him none to act on, Akane hopped to her feet with her back to him, hoping, leaping back to use her back to bump his, turning in a clockwise fashion while she was in midair. Cleverly using the bump to create space, she twirled and used her right hand to swipe it across his upper back, using her foot to give a simple push kick.

"Guh!" Tenya noised out in shock as feeling the burning sensation cut through his armor and into his back to definitely leave a scar.

~~Scene Change~~

Some Time Earlier

Time: 9:03

Location: Maze Path B, U.A. Academy

"I do not-" Laying there on her stomach, she began to gather to both her hands and knees, looking up and down the furthest hall as they were now at a fork in the path. Though, what she saw made her focus solely on it, erasing any other thing around her. "Riku..."

"Ugh, what now?" The boy groaned as he shifted his head up, this grinding his scalp on the tiles of the floor to look in the direction that Ari was looking in. And his reaction was prideful for what he saw as his eyes DID widen, though he saw it from his upside down position.

"I think this is one of those twenty-five pointers." Still on her hands and knees, her hazel eyes never chose to shift away from the robot just across the dotted line.

Breathing out a sharp breath, clicking his teeth, Riku cleared his throat as Ari let her eyes shift over to him and the noise he made. "...Oh..."

What differed between the two of them was that Riku...actually showed emotion toward what he was seeing, hurriedly flipping over to sit on his knees to stare up at the robot in concern of what he needed to do next. On the other hand, Ari simply stared at the robot, a catatonic expression littering her features, unclear if she felt anything.

"C-c'mon..." Riku did not say much, putting his left hand on Ari's shoulder, patting it to get her attention, gesturing for her to stand along with him as he did the same. As he did this, his eyes never left the robot that had its barrel exactly on the two of them, following them as he got up to his feet.

Eyes shifting up to the right as she got up to her feet, her lips parted to speak, not observing the situation as well as Riku did. "You got a pl-"

Shoosh!

With the barrel igniting with flames, a missile was released at the two of them...

END

Akane Akihana. Quirk: Plasma Hands owned by 61394

And brings the end of this chapter with one more following this and that is definitely the last one for the Entrance Exams i hope. Now, what i did with Sayuri and Kokona where i gave them half of the chapter won't happen. I want to give glimpses of how most of your characters are doing, so stay turned.