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Prologue

The gates opened.

"AAAND STAAART! What's the matter? Ther-"

Before Present Mic could even finish the sentence, the test takers were already rushing inside, trying to find robots to dispatch and earn points. It turned into chaos very quickly, with each examinee using his/her individual Quirks and destroying robots as effectively and quickly as they can, racking up points and bettering the chances for a spot in UA.

A boy with an explosion Quirk flipped through the air and aimed his palm at the 3 point below him. "DIE!" He yelled, but before he could administer the explosion, the robot fell to the floor in two pieces.

"What!?" Bakugou landed and stared at the halved robot in confusion. Then suddenly, the air shimmered and a figure appeared. "Sorry, but that's three point for me." A voice said from behind him.

Bakugou turned around, but the figure has already disappeared.

"Tch, I'll just have to kill more." He said.

Another examinee tried to immobilize a 2 pointer, but to their shock it suddenly spouted electricity and fell to the floor, blue blades of pure energy flashed across their vision for a few seconds then disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

Down another road, more robots fell to the floor, cut in half and surprising more competitors. It was as if they were being annihilated by an invisible force, and pretty soon, some examinees started to get apprehensive. What if there were no robots, left? What if all of them was destroyed? At these thoughts some started working even faster, while others lost their cool and started panicking.

Disproportional body parts and substances whisked through the air and many robots were dismantled and or obliterated, and pretty soon 3 minutes had gone by. Robots became more scarce, and harder to find, and the examinees that had gotten less points started to fret. The timer was ticking away, the robots were on the verge of extinction, and yet there was just not enough for everyone. People with ranged Quirks found themselves to be on par with people of melee Quirks, there was really no difference. It was now officially a war for points, and yet that was what was lacking.

Meanwhile, a figure appeared in an alleyway, both his arms had twin blades of pure blue energy that was connected to gauntlets on his wrists.

"56," He said. He gasped for breath, albeit tired from his endearing task of keeping himself invisible.

And just like that he was gone, and nearby another robot fell victim to his blades. He ran, his body undetectable to the naked eye, and with the advantage of stealth at his disposal, he could offline more robots faster. His strategy was simple: If someone saw him approaching a robot, they'll try to destroy it before him. But if he was unseeable, than the least he could get was a 5 second headstart.

But the question of endurance was still plaguing his mind.

And at this point, there really was no use in staying invisible anymore, seeing as most robots were gone and he had a decent enough score.

The meta-materials covering his skin deactivated, and sunlight once again shone on his body.

He stopped, turned around and jumped, thrusters seemed to grow out of his back and seconds later, he landed on the nearest building, taking stock of the situation.

He looked himself over. His white plain, and very cheap looking T-shirt was cut in places, as well as his white trousers. The veins in arms were strained to their limit, and with a sigh of exasperation, the blades retracted into the gauntlets and the gauntlets disappeared into his skin.

He crouched, using the building as vantage point to look around. There were his other competitors concentrated at the main square of the mock city. But there was a small group of 3 pointers to his right.

A clock manifested itself on his wrist, and the timer showed him that there was four minutes left till the examination was over.

More than enough time. Once again his veins strained to their limit as the gauntlets appeared. "Take care of this quickly. And move onto the next one. Save your stamina." He said to himself, as if giving himself a pep talk.

Before he could initiate his plan, the ground shook, sending him to his knees.

"What the hell?" He turned towards the epicenter of the so called earthquake and stopped.

A gigantic hulking machine met his gaze. Its main colour scheme was green, and it's faceplate had red giant cameras for eyes. It stood on tank treads, and what was worse was that it was heading for the concentration of students at the main square.

Briefly he remembered what Present Mic had said about these things

They were worth zero points and was best avoided. And that was his plan.

Just then, he noticed something.

The robot was probably not programmed for killing civilians or anyone at all, but why did it look like it was trying to?

"EXAMINEES IN EXAMINATION SITE C PLEASE EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY! THAT ZERO POINT IS OUT OF CONTROL!!" Present Mic's voice exploded into his ears and that's when he knew.

The robot was out to kill.

Moving instantly, he used his thrusters to jump from one roof to the other, until he got to the main square.

Grabbing competitors that were the closest to the man hunting bot of destruction, he got them out of harm's way.

"Evacuate the others." He told them.

Then he turned around and a helmet encased his head, seemingly have emerged from beneath his skin.

His helmet showed him an X Ray version of the robot, and quickly he memorised the weak points and calculated the distances between them.

He looked around, and saw pieces of a downed 3 pointer, 1 pointer and a 2 pointer.

Keeping an eye on the steadily approaching bot, he set to work.

Present Mic looked worried as he stared at the examinees from atop the column. His unease was relieved a little as he saw most of them stream out of the gates, but he could still see some others that were unable to escape due to wreckage or an injury of some sort.

"Shit, they won't make it out on time." He said into his phone. "Are any other pro heroes nearby?"

"Even as we speak, EraserHead and a couple of other heroes are making their way there. And Nezu is already trying his damnest to deactivate the machine." Present Mic wasn't at all pleased with this. Figuring he had no choice but to dive straight in, he started down the elevator.

Meanwhile, back in the chaos Bakugou was hesitantly running away from the robot, anger and humiliation was apparent on his face.

"Fuck it, if I could find a weakness on that thing I could blow it all the way to hell!" He cursed.

He had already tried blowing up its tank treads, but the metal held. And he couldn't analyze it for weaknesses due to the fact that it had deployed small missile launchers and were now firing in all directions.

Reflexes took over as he dived into an alleyway as a missile had very nearly incinerated him.

He bumped into someone else. Bakugou looked at the person.

"Who the fuck are you?!" That's when he noticed that the person in question was building something from the remains of robots.

"You should be running not playing around with that shit." The person didn't acknowledge his advice instead turned to him and said. "Even if we run, most of us won't get out in time. Whoever has control of the robot has already managed to block of most of the direct paths to the exit. Only those with Quirks that can allow them to scale over them can get out of here. And the pro heroes can't get here in time."

The person stood up. "As for the question about who I am. Call me Spectre."

Spectre now held what looked like small explosives in his hands. "I tried blowing it up, the explosions can't get through its armour." Bakugou grunted.

"These aren't for blowing it up from the outside. I'm going to detonate them inside it." Spectre said, and Bakugou was slightly surprised when a helmet encased his head, as if it had always been there.

He ran out of the alleyway, and used his thrusters to their max, jumping high.

High.

And even higher.

With a grunt, he landed on the robot's forearm, and started running, while simultaneously discarding his shoes. His feet now seemed to be stuck to the surface of the robot, while in actuality tiny micro thrusters in the soles of his feet helped him both scale the slippery and hot metal terrain of the robot, and helped him not to fall off.

Spectre had a plan in mind. Before, when he had memorised its innermost structure, he had found that some of the metal hide was not only easy to break, but led straight to its core.

And the major flaw of the robot was that its processor was located at its head, and there were outlets at the back of its head to release excess heat.

Spectre planned to use them for another reason.

Ducking below the robot's other arm, he once again called upon his thruster.

A warning signal appeared on his HUD, his thrusters were running low on fuel. He decided to risk it.

Breaking into a sprint, he neared the crook of its neck and used his remaining fuel to fly up to its head.

He landed in a roll, and ignored the searing heat of its metal surface. Spectre's target was right in front of him now. The outlets.

Working as fast as he could, he took the explosives from his utility belt, and threw them all in after activating them.

Wordlessly, he turned and jumped...

The robot's head blew up, pieces of metal structures flew everywhere, and the shockwave of the explosion sent Spectre hurtling.

He had to act fast, or he would be a grease spot on the road below him.

His thrusters refused to obey him, and he was already too tired to use them even if they had worked. Having next to nothing at his disposal, he activated his blades.

He was going to go flying past the fake hospital building, and if he timed it right...

NOW!

Instantly he thrust his right hand forward, and the blades cut through the concrete, slowing him down. Without a second to waste, he used all the remaining energy left in him to use his other hand to do the same.

His fall of death stopped. His helmet retracted and his blades started dimming, their energy fading. Spectre broke the window below him and swung inside, landing in a heap. He stayed there, panting heavily, soaking in the sweet smell of both victory and life.

Eventually, he got up, and limped to the exit.

Present Mic, watched, mouth open as the zero point blew up. He had seen it all. And frankly he still couldn't process what happened.

"Mic!" He turned around to face the other pro heroes. "Where's the-" Every single pro hero there stood still and gaped at the headless zero point.

"What the hell happened?!"

Before Present Mic could explain, they heard footsteps.

A boy, barefoot, with torn clothes, bloodied body and messy hair walked up to them. How he was still able to stand, no one knew.

It was then he said it. The words that the world will later come to know as the words of a pro hero. "You've seen my work. It speaks for itself." He then limped and sat down, while everyone asked him questions.

Hey readers. I hope the story was OK. I spent an entire week of trial and error on trying to write this. I sincerely hope that it was enough to get you interested. This is my first My Hero Academia/ Boku No Hero Academia fanfiction, so please correct me if I make mistakes. Not only that but I might make some grammar mistakes, though I make sure not to. Thanks for at least reading up to here. Stay safe everyone.