At the corner of Izuku's room, a letter rested on top of a small desk. Just earlier, Izuku's mother rushed over to him with the mail addressing his name, nervously telling him it was from U.A. Outside of his room, Inko paced back and forth, clutching her hands.

Izuku sat in his chair, taking a moment to look at the letter. It was definitely from U.A. "Looks like it's time to see what they have in store for me," Izuku muttered.

He picked up the letter and ripped off one end of the paper. Inside was a tiny metal object, which Izuku then promptly removed and placed on the table. At that moment, a light came out and manifested itself into a screen in front of him.

"Welcome and say hello to me as a projection!" the man shouted.

Izuku instantly recognized who it was, yet it still surprised him slightly. "All Might?" Izuku wondered. "I guess the database I got wasn't fake." Izuku leaned back, no longer excited to see his former idol.

"Believe it or not, I have come to work at U.A this following year as a teacher," All Might said. He wore a gold stripped suit. "I'll make this as short as I can since you've been deemed a special case, but no matter!"

All Might rested both of his hands on his hips, seemingly staring at Izuku through the physical projection. "Even though you passed the written exam, you got below the required amount of points on the practical exam. Of course, that means you didn't pass…"

"I knew that," Izuku remarked to himself. The dwelling emotions inside of him began to grow. "I am being punished for doing something no one else would do." He said, doing his best to suppress the anger he felt towards the students that proclaimed themselves as heroes, only to run away at the first sight of danger.

The entire time, Izuku had been mentally arguing with himself over whether or not the decision he made at the exam was worth the sacrifice. He did not know how to feel about his actions. A part of him felt stupid for jeopardizing the mission, while the other repeatedly said it was the right thing to do.

All Might continued, "… If that was all there was to it."

Izuku's train of thought stopped. He looked back up at the screen and saw All Might resting both of his hands on his hips.

"The entrance exam you partook in was not graded only on villain points," All Might said. "How can a hero course reject people who save others and do the right thing?" He pointed towards the camera. "In my opinion, you were the one and only person who deserved to come out with a passing grade. But luckily there is a system that rewards points on people rescuing others."

"Rescue points," All Might paused, "they're given by a panel of judges. It's the other basic ability we at U.A look at!" The screen changed to a scoreboard that displayed Izuku Midoriya on the left. "You gained sixty points just from that. You pass." All Might said.

Izuku could not believe what he had heard. Unintentionally, his actions of rescuing the girl allowed him to progress. "I guess there is still some hope to all this," Izuku said, sighing out loudly.

"Come young Midoriya. Become a hero," All Might concluded. The screen turned off, leaving Izuku alone to soak in all of the information that was thrown at him.

"He really does represent the perfect hero," Izuku said, staring at the metal projector. "Yet even after all he said to me when we first met, I have nothing to answer back with."

Izuku bent to open the top drawer from his desk, revealing the note on where he wrote the League of Villains' contact information. "Time to notify him," Izuku said with a dry voice.

He dialed the number on the new phone Giran gave him before he left the hideout. He pressed it against his ear, waiting for a response.

"Who is this?" asked a distorted voice.

"It's exactly who you think it is," the boy said, carefully choosing his words. "I need to speak with the manager. It's important."

Behind the phone, Kurogiri stayed silent.

"I made sure this call wouldn't get traced back if anything were to happen. We're in the clear," Izuku reassured him. "This is involving the plan I mentioned earlier."

The static voice spoke up, still wary from the sudden call. "Understood, I'll forward you over."

Izuku rose his shoulder up to keep the phone in place so he could still hear. He then slid over a piece of paper and pencil to write as the phone line reconnected.

"What do you want?" Tomura asked harshly.

"Not even a hello?" Izuku replied jokingly. "You've really grown sour over these past few days, haven't you?"

"Shut up little boy," Tomura snapped back. "I don't have time for your little games."

"Oh? Knowing you, I thought you'd always be down to play," Izuku replied, smirking at the young man behind the phone. He lowered his pencil on top of the paper with a quick motion.

"I am only working with you because my master told me to do so," Tomura said. "Best hope that doesn't change."

Izuku shrugged. "I know that better than you do." He began to write. "Anyways, I called you because the plan has been set in motion. All that I ask is that you wait patiently, and not do anything stupid."

Tomura's voice growled through the speaker. "I hope your plan fails, and that everyone gets to see how much of a screw up you really are."

Tomura waited for a disgruntled response but was met with a chilling tone.

"Let's not resort to that kind of behaviour. You and I are on the same team are we not?" Izuku spoke out softly. "I'd rather not clean up after things that turn red."

"What did you say?" Tomura questioned loudly.

"Just go back and play with your building blocks," Izuku responded, ending the call. He exhaled out deeply, dropping the pencil from his grip, "No point of even getting anything out of that. I wonder what he's going to do now."

Izuku sat quietly by his desk, his eyes roamed across the stack of notebooks he asked his mother to buy for him earlier that day. "Time to get to work," he said optimistically.

The morning had dawned clear, with a gentle breeze that hinted the start of a new school year. Izuku set forth at daybreak to see the place he would go to every morning starting that day, excited to meet the classmates he would eventually plan to betray.

"Just the thought of seeing them find out who I am…" Izuku pondered, an enthusiastic look slowly creeped out of him. He then stopped himself at the sight of the school gate, slapping his face to erase any trace of his real side. "Alright, showtime."

As he ran to the building in front of him, three large gates appeared. Each written with a large numeral representing the year's grade. He managed to open the one on the left, quickly making his way to his designated classroom.

"Class 1-A… 1-A," Izuku said quietly, reading a pamphlet in his hands. He stopped beside another large door, "Guess this is it. This place's too big… Is it for accessibility?" He placed his hand on the door's handle. "Let's see the merchandise," he thought.

The door slid open and revealed Iida yelling at several classmates to sit down properly at their desks. Izuku was not surprised to see the teen in front of him pass the exam. He felt the elite student vibe come off from Iida giving commands.

"I'm telling you that it is disrespectful to the upperclassmen and the people who made those desks," Iida shouted out. Some of the students hesitated but ultimately followed his instructions.

Izuku peered out of the door. "I see that he still has the same attitude from when I last met him."

At that exact moment, Iida noticed Izuku's presence. "You're…"

Izuku stepped inside, tapping his shoes in carefully. He ignored Iida's comment, only to find the boy approach him with a noble-like march.

"I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is- "

"I heard," Izuku interrupted him. "We met previously before as well. Nice to meet you again."

Iida stopped. "If I recall, you called yourself Deku… are you sure that's not just an insult?"

Izuku laughed, raising one arm up. "I suppose, but it means something special to me. I don't mind being called that," he said with an earnest voice.

"I see," Iida said. His thoughts came back to the day of the exams, remembering the actions Izuku took. "Regardless, you realized there was something more to that practical exam, didn't you?" he asked. "I had no idea… I misjudged you. I hate to admit it, but you are better than me."

Izuku rested his hand down, stunned at the sudden change from Iida's normal character. In his mind, he wanted to say Iida was right, but even he did not expect U.A to pass him.

"Oh, that curly hair!" a voice shouted behind Izuku. "The scary but not so scary looking face guy!"

Izuku turned around and saw Ochaco appear beside him, looking happy.

"It's sorta the nice person! You passed, just liked Present Mic said when I came to them!" Ochaco blurted out. "Of course you made it. What you did back there saving me was amazing!" She moved her hands up and down repeatedly on impulse.

"I just did what I thought was right," Izuku remarked. "Sorry for throwing you at the end."

Ochaco blinked. "It's ok, you got yourself hurt because of me. Nothing to apologise for… On second thought, I actually wonder if today's just the entrance ceremony and orientation. What is our teacher like?"

Izuku had to take everything in for a moment, the girl was speaking to fast even for him. Their conversation was quickly interrupted by a cocoon-like figure lying on the floor behind them.

"Go somewhere else if you want to play being friends," said a raspy voice inside a yellow sleeping bag. "This is the hero course."

Ochaco looked back, screaming in fright at the sight of the body appearing. The man inside unzipped a small part of the bag, taking out an unknown container, sipping the contents out of it.

All of the students stared at the man with shock, confused at what they had witnessed.

"S-Something's here?" Iida shouted inside his mind.

"Okay, it took you a few seconds before you went quiet," said the man. He fully unzipped the sleeping bag, revealing long black hair, with a large scarf covering his neck. "Time is limited. You kids need to be more rational." He stepped out of the bag, still holding it in one hand.

"That's a teacher?" Izuku asked to himself. "Which means he's a pro-hero too? But I've never seen a hero who looked that worn out before."

The man brought his attention to the entire class. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you."

All of the 1-A students were taken aback.

"You're our homeroom teacher?" Izuku asked.

"That's right," the man said. He took out a blue tracksuit from his sleeping bag. "It's kind of sudden but put this on and go out onto the field."

The class erupted at the explanation from Aizawa. "A quirk assessment test?!"

"What about the orientation, or the entrance ceremony?" Ochaco stressed.

Aizawa stood in front of Class 1-A, as his back slumped behind them. "You don't have time for such leisurely events if you're planning on becoming heroes," he said unenthusiastically.

Izuku heard several classmates groan in disappointment. Surprised at how unmotivated they were.

"What's important to understand, is that U.A's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are," Aizawa continued. He turned his head to look at Ochaco. "That's also how the teachers run their classes."

He pointed to the ground below him, showing an outlined circle. "You kids have been doing these things since Junior High correct?" He took out his phone and showed them a list of exercises. "Specifically physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your quirks."

The class stood in silence, listening carefully to their teacher.

"The country still uses averages taken from students not using their quirks. That isn't rational," he said, as he tapped his phone. "Well… the Ministry of Education is procrastinating, but that doesn't mean there is nothing we at U.A can't do. You will now be using your quirks."

Izuku looked at the ground, uncertain of how his new-found quirk would help him in physical tests.

"Everyone, listen up," Aizawa announced. "The first test will be a softball throw. Iida, you're up."

"Yes, sir," Iida replied. He moved inside the marked area and caught the ball Aizawa threw towards him.

Aizawa nodded silently. "You can do whatever you want, as long as you stay in the circle."

Iida shifted back to the end of the line and rose his track pants up to his knees. Revealing a set of exhausts that came out of his calves. He took a throwing stance, "Recipro burst!" Iida shouted as the exhausts from his legs spewed out streams of hot air. He rotated his body several times, gaining speed with every turn, finally releasing the ball at the last possible moment.

It flew straight into the air, gradually falling down after a few seconds, smashing down into the dirt. Aizawa showed his phone screen to the students, revealing that the ball had flown just over six-hundred meters. Causing the group to gasp at the power Iida had shown them.

"Six-hundred meters? Seriously?" asked one boy with yellow hair. "This looks fun."

A girl with pink-coloured skin jumped up. "We actually get to test our quirks!"

"It looks fun, huh?" Aizawa questioned. "You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?" He lowered his head down to stare at the class with an eerie look. "All right. Whoever comes in last place from all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

The entire class collectively drew their breath in sharply, upon realizing their teacher was serious.

At the corner of the school building, All Might stood watching. "Those kids really didn't get the luck of the draw," he said with an exasperated look.

Izuku watched as Aizawa took interest in him. The teacher noticed that he was the one of three students that remained unfazed from his comments.

"All eight tests?" Izuku thought. "And they are all only fitness tests?" He grabbed onto his wrist, staring at his hand's palm. "My quirk is completely useless here."

Aizawa focused his attention on the class. "Keep in mind, we're free to do whatever we want when it comes to the circumstances of our students." He pulled back the top of his hair, revealing bloodshot eyes. "Welcome to the U.A hero course."

All of the students tensed up from the challenge Aizawa presented them. With some starting to perform warm up exercises immediately.

"Last place will be expelled?" Ochaco protested. "But it's the first day of school! Even if it wasn't the first day, this is too unfair!"

Aizawa scoffed. "Natural disasters, large accidents, and villain attacks. Calamities of such scale whose time or place can't be predicted, occur all the time. The world is covered with unfairness… heroes are the ones who reverse those situations," he stated. "For the next three years, U.A will do all it can to give you the experience one after the other. So that when you come across those hardships, you are ready."

He lifted his finger, pressuring the students to come forward. "Overcome it will all you've got."

"He's not wrong," Izuku thought for a moment. "But the test doesn't make sense to me."

"All right, the demonstration is over. The real thing starts now," Aizawa said. A hand rose up from the crowd in front of the man. Izuku stood waiting for a reply.

"What is your question Midoriya?" Aizawa asked, seemingly annoyed from being interrupted.

"Teacher," Izuku began. "Doesn't this test seem a little short-sighted?"

That took Aizawa by surprise. He lowered his phone, grinning at the boy's sudden questioning of his methods. The words came unbidden. "Are you implying to say this test holds no merit?"

"It does have a purpose," Izuku replied. "I completely agree with expelling those who do not show potential. However, this test doesn't account for almost all of the other aspects a hero must have."

Iida and Ochaco looked at the green haired boy, bewildered and afraid that he was challenging the teacher.

"To remove someone just because they can't run fast or throw things far enough, while they excel in everything else is pointless."

"Life is unfair," Aizawa reminded him. "These are basic skills any hero must overcome if they wish to serve the public. Or are you just worried that you'll be the first one to fail?"

Izuku did not respond, knowing that there was no right answer to the question.

"I see, in that case, show me your resolve. If you believe this test is pointless, prove to me that you are a capable hero," Aizawa commanded. "In the end, what really matters is that you're able to defeat your opponents. Show me what you can do." He expected Izuku to fall down in terror, but only found the boy walk out, moving towards him.

"Alright," Izuku said. "What are the rules?"

"Wait Dek-, I mean Midoriya. You shouldn't take on his challenge," Iida spoke out. "Just apologise to the teacher and face the tests. I know you're more than capable of passing."

Izuku placed his hand in between himself and Iida, signaling that he would be fine. "I am doing this to prove exactly what the teacher has pointed out. Otherwise, I am only complaining."

Aizawa placed his phone in his pocket. "This kid is different from the rest," he thought. "No hesitation whatsoever. But it means nothing if he can't back up everything he's said."

The teacher instructed the class to move back away to a safe distance. "Midoriya, I should warn you that I will be taking this seriously. I will use my quirk if I have to."

Izuku nodded, taking the first offensive fighting stance Zero taught him. He prepared himself to confront the pro hero.

"We haven't had the opportunity to analyse your quirk yet Midoriya, which makes it a fair match in that aspect. All you need to do is land a solid blow on me and you win. You have two minutes, if you run out of time or are incapacitated, then you fail."

Ochaco stared at the upcoming fight between student and teacher. She was filled with a terrible sense of dread, there was no way she thought that Izuku could defeat a U.A teacher, a pro hero, nonetheless.

"Well then, once the timer starts, you may begin," Aizawa said. He tapped the phone inside his pocket. "Let's go."

At the sound of Aizawa's call, Izuku stood his ground, analysing the teacher's stance and equipment. He noticed that his opponent wore a large scarf but that it did not seem to be a stylistic choice. "I'm already getting the feeling that he can fight well at medium to short distances," Izuku muttered. "In that case, I'll have to rely on impulse."

Usually, Aizawa felt confident when facing down someone, but he felt something off from Izuku not moving at all. He met with the boy's eyes, only to find the resolve of an unnatural feeling he had not seen in years.

Aizawa did not have a moment to think as Izuku charged straight towards him. The teacher took a few steps back, removing the cloth around his neck. He launched both ends towards Izuku, forming two sharps strands. Izuku dodged in time, rolling to his side. He landed on his feet, springing back up to Aizawa.

"He's got the agility, but let's see how he faces against this," Aizawa said to himself. He tugged back the steel woven cloth, making it move towards Izuku from the back.

Ochaco covered her eyes in fright at the thought of the boy getting hurt.

The cloth landed across Izuku's left leg, wrapping itself around it. "Gotcha," Aizawa said. He felt something grip his own leg but saw nothing. With his victory assured, he planned on showing the boy the difference in their strength. He pulled the cloth with all of his force, lifting the boy up from the ground.

None of the students were able to move as they saw Izuku get thrown across the field. His body twisted several times, bouncing on the dirt before coming to a stop. A visible pattern was seen scratched across the ground.

"Wait, look!" shouted Iida, redirecting the class's attention to their teacher. Aizawa lay on the ground, holding onto his head. The students stared in confusion from what they had seen. They looked back at Izuku, only to see him getting up slowly.

"What just happened?" asked a tall, lean student with black hair spiked downwards. "Why is the teacher hurt?"

"I don't know," Iida said quietly. "But this may have something to do with his quirk. I'm getting a similar vibe to what happened in the practical exam."

"What do you mean?" asked one girl.

Iida turned to face her and only saw a tracksuit levitating from the ground. He adjusted his glasses. "During the exam, I am fairly certain he defeated the zero-point villain. But it only happened when it attacked him."

Class 1-A stared at Iida with shock. "He defeated that thing?" they all collectively shouted out.

"Yeah, although I think it was done indirectly. Just as what we saw now," Iida pointed out. "If that quirk is what I think it is, I wouldn't want to fight him at all."

"Does that mean Deku could defeat Aizawa?" Ochaco asked.

Iida sighed. "I don't think so, considering he's up against a pro-hero." He gave the class a look. "Also please stop asking me all these questions. Now's not really the time."

Aizawa felt his sides and head hurt. "Son of a bitc-" He rose up to see Izuku throw a jab towards his face. Aizawa countered it with a swift up motion from his left arm, quickly throwing a counter kick at Izuku. The boy blocked it with both of his lower arms, taking a few steps back.

"Was that his quirk?" Aizawa thought. He felt his arms sting in the same location where he kicked Izuku. "It has to be… In that case, I'll have to use it."

Izuku saw Aizawa's eyes turn red, along with bright yellow goggles resting around the neck. Izuku finally understood who he was facing off against. He broke from his fighting stance to the surprise of his teacher.

"Eraser Head?" Izuku asked. He placed his finger on his chin. "It really is you… can I have an autograph?"

This momentarily stunned Aizawa. He was taken aback from Izuku's sudden change in character. Before he could respond, Izuku rushed forward, swinging his right leg at the man's head.

Aizawa saw the boy's foot quickly approach him. He moved his head back, slowly seeing the soles of Izuku's shoe pass by his face. The momentum caused Aizawa to fall down, but he quickly recovered by placing his hands on the ground, doing a backflip to regain his footing.

"You are one crazy kid," Aizawa responded, keeping his gaze focused on Izuku. "Looks like you know who I am. I've rendered your quirk useless."

"That doesn't change anything," Izuku said, breathing heavily. "I've got thirty seconds left. I can fight without it."

Aizawa smirked. "Then come." He positioned his fists by his chest and head. "Go beyond. Plus Ultra."

Izuku charged up another attack. This time sliding down, hoping to break the teacher's balance.

"Not good enough," Aizawa commented. He jumped into the air, throwing down one end of the cloth at the boy.

Izuku quickly pushed himself away from the projectile with his hands. He stood up and dangled a knife in the air. "Teacher, it's kind of dangerous to be carrying around these kinds of things at school."

Aizawa felt around the holster in his outfit, recognizing that Izuku had stolen it. "You can use it if you want. I told you that we do things differently at this school."

Izuku smiled, moving the knife around in his hands.

"But," Aizawa interrupted him. "Time is up." He raised his phone, showing the timer at zero seconds. "I would say you lost, but I honestly wasn't expecting you to be that skilled."

Izuku loosened his grip on the knife, placing it down on the ground.

The teacher had his suspicions. "Where did you learn how to fight like that?" Aizawa questioned. "That isn't something a normal high schooler would know."

"I was taught in martial arts and self-defense ever since I was little," Izuku lied. "I had to make up for what I lacked in."

Aizawa had trouble believing the boy. Izuku's fighting style felt familiar yet distant at the same time. "Who trained you?" he asked without pause.

Izuku staggered a bit, realizing he had shown too much. He showed a smile, "It was an older hero, but I only referred to him as master. I never really had the opportunity to ask, and as time went on, that was sort of the relationship we formed. I haven't seen him in a few years"

"That's an odd way of telling me you don't know, but regardless… you pass for now," Aizawa said, gesturing Izuku to move back to the group. "We're still continuing the tests, get ready," he shouted to the Class 1-A students.

It was an hour later when Aizawa came up to all of the students panting on the ground, who were all desperately trying to get air in their lungs. His shoulders slumped, seemingly unimpressed from their efforts. "Class 1-A," he said. "I'll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain everything, so I'll just show you the scores all at once."

"Oh, and by the way. I was lying about the expulsion."

The class blinked with their eyes wide open, silently staring at Aizawa.

Aizawa put out a conceited face, smiling at the students with a stupid grin. "It was a rational deception, in order to draw out the upper limits of your quirks."

"What?!" Class-A chimed in together, opening their mouths simultaneously.

A girl with black hair and a ponytail that spiralled out from the back placed her hands on her hips. "Of course that was a lie," she said moderately. "It should've been obvious if you just thought it through."

"Yaoyorozu, I don't think it was that easy to tell," said one classmate beside her.

"That was little nerve-wracking though, but I am still wondering how Midoriya was able to hold off against the teacher," another student replied, moving a large tail behind him.

Aizawa interrupted them. "With that, we're done here." The man turned to his left and began to walk away. "There are handouts with the curriculum and all of that in the classroom. When you get back, look over them." He stopped beside Izuku, "Midoriya. I'd like to have a chat with you. Please follow me."

The entire class got nervous, having witnessed their battle earlier.

Aizawa looked at the class one last time, "Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourselves."

Izuku sat down in the teacher's room, calmly watching Aizawa walk over to him.

"Ok, I'll get straight to the point with you. Did you lie out of fear of everyone finding out what happened?" the man asked, sitting down on a chair. "I am aware of what happened because we get profile checks on students before we admit them. I've read the police report."

Izuku gripped his hands, to show nervousness. "I apologise about lying. It is as you say, I can't bring myself to terms about what happened."

Aizawa sighed, he rested one arm on the table. "Look, I am not here to say what you did was wrong. I understand what you had to go through, and I'm guessing that's where you learned how to fight like that."

Izuku stayed silent.

"Figured as much," Aizawa said. "From all of the students I've mentored thus far, you seem to display a different kind of demeanor. The fact that you can fight almost on par with me and utilise a quirk that presents a multitude of safety concerns… is something that is generally beyond U.A's regular capabilities. Granted that your head is still in the right place."

Izuku managed a small laugh, unsure if that was meant as an insult or compliment.

"You were the only one that has ever presented a counter-argument to my teaching methods, and then promptly not go back on your words. Here I thought kids these days were snowflakes," Aizawa commented. "Well at least some of them aren't I suppose."

"Teacher, if I may ask," Izuku brought his hands closer together. "You talk about rational decisions, but when we were at the field. You really were planning on expelling the person in last place. I didn't get the feeling that you were lying."

"I'll leave that up to your imagination," Aizawa answered. The boy really was something fascinating to behold at. The man stood up, looking at Izuku below him. "The main reason why I wanted to talk with you, is because I'm giving you a clear-cut warning."

Izuku was unsure what the teacher meant. He only saw the man take out an eye drop from his pocket.

"Everything you showcased today was an eye-opener for me," Aizawa said. "Your quirk, in particular, is unprecedented. It can prove useful if you use it right, but unbelievably dangerous if something goes wrong. I'm certain your classmates will be careful, but there is still only one thing bugging me." He paused, dripping a few droplets into his eyes. "Can you control it?"

Izuku looked defeated. "Well, no."

"Then that is a major problem. You will need to learn to control it some way if you wish to stay here, otherwise you will become a liability to the rest of the students… is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," Izuku responded quietly.

"Listen, you've got a bright future ahead of you. But the power you wield will only bring hardships upon you." Aizawa exhaled, placing his hand on Izuku's shoulder. "You will only hurt yourself if you do not learn how to use it properly." He changed his tone to a more cheerful approach. "But that's why you're here. To learn from those who walked the same path as you… You're good to go now, I'll see you tomorrow in class."

Aizawa exited the room, leaving Izuku unsupervised.

"That's where you are wrong Eraser Head," Izuku thought to himself. "I am past the line of hurting. There is nothing left for me to feel. The only thing keeping me afloat is seeing the look of terror from those who are a stain on this society."

A/N: Unintended pun there! But anyways, this chapter is written much longer than what I generally do. Would you guys rather have me slow down the upload schedule and provide longer chapters? Or keep it around the same two to three-day thing? Ultimately the output will be the same, but some people have preferences over the other.

One thing to mention, in the next upcoming week or two, exams and several large projects are coming up. So expect a dip in content until the end of April. Afterward, I'll have a lot more time to write, even more than I have now. I just wanted to let you guys know.

Have a wonderful day!