"I believe I mentioned this yesterday, but for now, Class 1-A of the hero course will be focusing on getting their provision licenses," Aizawa announced at the start of homeroom. "A hero license bears with it the great responsibility of human life. Of course, the exam to receive one is very difficult. Even the provisional license has only a 50% passing rate each year. That's why today we will have each of you come up with at least two ultimate moves."
Midnight, Cementos, and Ectoplasm entered the classroom.
"It's like a real school thing and yet — " Kaminari and Ashido began.
"It's like a super normal hero thing!" Sero and Kirishima finished.
"'Ultimate'! This means that this move will give you a sure win! A move so ingrained into your body that others cannot copy it," Ectoplasm explained.
"Battle means seeing how much you can force what you're good at on your opponent," Cementos stated.
"Your moves will represent you," Midnight continued. "These days, pro heroes without ultimate moves are an endangered species."
"We will tell you more as we go along. We want to proceed logically," Aizawa drawled.
Miyuki glanced down at her sketchbook. 'I don't think this ultimate move will make sense logically. Not with what I've learned we can do.' She sighed with all her chest. 'My Quirk is so broken.'
"Change into your costumes," Aizawa commanded, "and meet in Gym Gamma."
"Please allow me to ask a question!" Iida interrupted, popping up a hand. "Why must we have ultimate moves for our provisional licensing exam? Please tell me your reasoning!"
Miyuki wanted to follow Amajiki's example and curl up in a corner. 'My ultimate move is so broken. What the heck is my life now? Iida-san, why are you an idiot too? Of course you need it; it's a special move tailored for yourself to gain an advantage. That's like saying Reciproburst isn't an ultimate move. Oh Kami, my Quirk is so broken.'
"The training camp was cancelled, but the training you did to develop your Quirks was part of the process to create your ultimate moves. In other words, until the beginning of the next semester, for the ten days or so until the end of summer vacation, you'll be working out your ultimate moves as you develop your Quirks. You'll be doing intensive training!" Aizawa declared. "In addition, you should think about how you can improve your costumes to work better with your developing Quirks. Get through this with a 'Plus Ultra' mentality. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir!" the class responded.
Miyuki stood before an Ectoplasm clone. "So, I have to inform the teachers of a new development to my Quirk."
"Oh?" Ectoplasm said.
"My detailed and profiled drawings are capable of sharing their abilities with me," Miyuki pushed forward. "We are literally capable of fusing, so that I am the one with their abilities. I need to do the same process as before to summon them, but I have to use my blood." She glanced down at her healed arm. "There are limits, of course. I can only use a percentage of their power and abilities. If I use too much, I overextend like Midoriya-san."
Aizawa, hearing the conversation, approached the duo with an exasperated face. "Really, Problem Child?"
Miyuki smiled sheepishly. "I found out after I apparently left bruises on Saitama from the incident. I gained some of his strength. Part of the reason why my fatigue was so high was that it was the first time I activated this outlet of my Quirk."
"What are the repercussions? How does it compare to the usual trade?" Aizawa interrogated.
"Like the original facet, it takes up my stamina to be used. However, it takes half the energy it does to summon the actual character. This means I can take the abilities of six profiled characters a day without any repercussions beside exhaustion," Miyuki explained. "However, there is a trade off. Since I am taking their abilities, I am not capable of summoning them while I have the ability activated. Second, I am incapable of having multiple abilities activated at once. Thirdly, I cannot decide what ability I gain from them. It seems stabilized to one characteristic. I gained strength from Saitama. When I attempted it with Korosensei, I gained his incapability to be harmed by normal weapons."
"If you have even a fraction of the profile's power, however," Aizawa mumbled, "that still is a Quirk's ability in itself that you would have to practice and learn to wield correctly. This new facet of yours is troublesome."
Miyuki nodded. "The broken part of it all is this though; I gain their understanding as to how to use their ability. With Saitama, when I attempted to replicate what I did, I suddenly understood the limit of power a single one of my punches could do ranging from a weak punch to a serious punch. With Korosensei, I understood what weapons and materials could actually harm me and know how to recognize it. It seems that there was a thin layer covering my skin that was a replica of Korosensei's own skin. I somehow know this is how the abilities work and function and its effect on my body."
Aizawa held back the urge to groan. "You're essentially saying that you could, potentially, give yourself any Quirk in the world and know how to use it instantaneously."
"Uh, yeah," Miyuki admitted. "It might be a random choice to what aspect I actually get, but I could always narrow it down to one ability to ensure that is what I get when I fuse."
Ectoplasm just stood at the side gaping as the two delved further into trying to understand how Miyuki's Quirk had developed and what the profiles could pass on to her.
'Seems I'm not needed here,' Ectoplasm thought.
"That's enough Class A!" a voice yelled. "Today, Class B is scheduled to use this place in the afternoon." It was Vlad King.
"Man, what terrible timing," Kaminari scowled.
"Eraser, hurry up and get out of the way," Vlad King stated.
"We still have almost ten minutes," Aizawa drawled. "You're not good at using time wisely, Vlad."
"Hey, did you know? The provisional licensing exam has a 50% fail rate. All of you should just fail," Monoma grinned.
"Oh, really?" Miyuki smiled from the pillar she was sitting on. "Should we now, Monoma-kun?"
Monoma hid a flinch.
Miyuki let herself fall to the ground, using her strengthened legs to support her landing. "Well then, Vlad King, since your student seems to think we are going to fail, I guess we should use those last ten minutes wisely to train up! Don't you think so, Monoma-kun?"
"Are? Miyuki-chan? Are you actually mad?" Monoma asked.
Miyuki bobbed her head with a wider smile. "Just a little bit. Don't you know you're not going up against us in the upcoming exams? Aren't you aware, Monoma-kun, that we're all aspiring heroes who will work together in the future and need as much time now to train? You're impeding on our training time. Let us have our ten minutes."
Monoma took a step back. "Y-Yeah."
"You heard them!" Miyuki cheered, turning back around to face her class mates. "I've secured us ten minutes. Make them count."
It was finally the day of the provisional exam.
"Ah, I'm getting nervous!" Jiro remarked.
"I wonder what we'll be doing?" Kaminari asked. "I wonder if I can get my provisional license?"
"Kaminari, it's not about whether or not you can. Go and get it!" Aizawa ordered.
"Right!" he saluted.
"If you can pass this test and get your provisional licenses, then you novice eggs will become chicks. You'll hatch into semi-pros. Do your best," Aizawa calmly encouraged them.
"Alright! I'll become a chick!" Kaminari pumped, feeling invigorated with their teacher's short speech.
"Let's all call out he usual! Read, set: Plus — "
"Ultra!" another voice piped in.
Miyuki jumped as the shout came from behind her. She turned to see a rather tall teen with a white button up and blue sacks. He wore a blue hat with a golden "S" on its front.
"You shouldn't just barge in other people's huddles, Inasa," a student wearing the same uniform stated.
"Oh, my bad!" Inasa exclaimed. "I am very extremely sorry!" He bowed so lowly, his knees bent and his cap fell of his head, letting his bare head crash onto the cement floor.
Miyuki gaped. "Um, sir, senpai, uh . . . Inasa-san? You do not have to bow so lowly. It wasn't a huge mishap. Is your head okay?"
"Wait, that uniform!" Jiro blinked.
"It's from that famous school in western Japan," a bystander whispered.
"U.A. in the east, Shiketsu in the west," Bakugo retorted.
'The elite school rivaling U.A.,' Miyuki thought. "Um, you can raise your head?" 'I feel like an imperial concubine.'
"I wanted to try saying it just one! Plus Ultra!" Inasa abruptly rose. "I love U.A. High School! I am extremely honored to be able to compete against U.A. students! I'm looking forward to it!" His forehead began bleeding.
"Oh Kami!" Miyuki gasped. She quickly dug into her bag for a spare handkerchief and gave it to him. "Your head is bleeding! You really didn't have to bow in apology like that!"
"You are very kind! As expected of a U.A. student!" Inasa cheered, pressing it to his forehead.
"Let's go," the other Shiketsu student turned, the group following with Inasa.
"Inasa Yoarashi," Aizawa murmured.
"Aizawa-sensei, you know him?" Hagakure asked.
"He's . . . strong," Aizawa bluntly replied. "Last year, the same year as you guys, Yoarashi got the top scores of those admitted through recommendations, but for some reason, he turned down his acceptance."
"What, then he's a first year?!" Midoriya gaped.
Miyuki also dropped her jaw. "B-But, he looks older than us. I thought he was a senpai!"
"And now, everyone from U.A., please excuse me!" Inasa departed.
"His name's Inasa Yoarashi?" Sero blinked. "Even though he loves U.A., he threw away his chance to enroll. I don't get it."
"Right?" Ashido echoed. "What a weirdo."
"He's weird, but he's the real thing," Aizawa responded. "Keep an eye out for him."
"Eraser!" a female voice interrupted. "It's you, isn't it, Eraser?" A mint green-haired woman approached them, an orange bandana tied around her head. "I've seen you on TV and at the sports festival, but it's been a while since I've seen you in person!"
Miyuki watched in astonishment as a very annoyed and complicated emotion took over her teacher's face. 'An old rival?'
"Let's get married," the woman remarked.
"No," Aizawa refused immediately.
"No? Good one!" the woman laughed.
"You're hard to talk to, as usual, Joke," Aizawa drawled.
"Smile Hero: Ms. Joke!" Midoriya exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "Her Quirk's Outburst! She forces those near her to laugh, dulling their thinking and their movements! Her fights against villains are full of craziness!"
"If you marry me, then we can make a happy family with never-ending laughter!" Ms. Joke gave a thumbs-up.
"I honestly thought Aizawa-sensei was just asexual," Miyuki muttered below her breath.
"A family like that can't be happy," Aizawa glared.
"You two seem close," Asui commented.
"Our agencies used to be close to each other," Ms. Joke explained. "In our cycle of helping and being helped, our mutual love for each other bloomed — "
"No, it didn't," interjected Aizawa.
"Oh, I love your quick retorts! You're so worth teasing, Eraser," Ms. Joke shot back.
"For some reason, I don't see this being that good of a relationship," Miyuki sweat dropped.
"Joke, since you're here, that means . . . "
"Right, right! Come here, everyone!" Ms. Joke yelled. "It's U.A."
"Oh, its the real thing!" a black-haired teen exclaimed.
Miyuki blinked once, and then again. She rubbed her eyes and blinked once more. "Midoriya-san, do you happen to have an older brother? Or distant relatives who have black hair?"
"No, I don't believe so, Watanabe-san," Midoriya replied as the second-year grabbed his hands.
"Are you sure?" Miyuki asked, glancing back and forth between the two. "Same hair, same eye shapes, same . . . smile . . . Huh, his smile is a bit off actually?"
"Stop pretending," Bakugo slapped the teen's hands away. "What you're saying doesn't match the look on your face!"
"Hey, stop being so rude! Sorry for his rudeness," Kirishima interjected.
"Oh," Miyuki realized. "Oh. We have a problem."
"Huh? Watanabe-chan?" Uraraka asked. "What do you mean?"
Miyuki glanced at her classmates. "Let's talk about it after we all get changed. It'll be easier that way."
"I'm pretty sure we're at a disadvantage," Miyuki began as her peers surrounded her. "Remember, both Shiketsu and Ms. Joke's class approached us, knowing who we were and what school we came from. One of them even mentioned the Sports Festival. They know who we are."
"I mean, U.A. is pretty famous?" Kirishima nodded, not seeing her point.
"You bolt of zero charge!" Bakugo yelled.
"It means that they know our Quirks," Midoriya widened his eyes. "But we don't know theirs. It's like the Sports Festival all over again."
Miyuki nodded her head. "They know about us; it's impossible at this point with the whole thing with Kamino and the Sports Festival, but we know nothing about their Quirks, how their school trains students, or anything else. We're at a huge disadvantage."
"What do we do?" Iida asked.
Midoriya placed his chin in his fist. "For now, stay in groups. Our best chance is to rely on one another until numbers are lower, and there is less chance of being eliminated by being overrun with competitors."
Miyuki nodded. "It's the best we can do until we understand the others' Quirks. I'll have Ryuki out as our control tower, relaying positions and situations. If any new information gets out or things we know about our opponents, share them immediately through him."
"Eraser, your fly is down," Ms. Joke laughed into her hands.
'Why is everyone around me so noisy?' Aizawa scowled.
"I can't believe you still had twenty students, though," Ms. Joke remarked. "It's unusual for you to not have expelled anyone. You like your class this time?"
"Not really," Aizawa remarked. A few certain problem children flew through his head.
"Don't be embarrassed! That's so lame," Ms. Joke burst into laughter. "Go out with me."
"Shut up," Aizawa instantly replied.
Ms. Joke quickly became serious, a coy glint grew in her eyes. "But it's strange. There's no way you don't know about that. Every year, the test is different, but there is one thing that's almost like a tradition for this provisional licensing exam. As all the high schools around the country compete to pass the provisional licensing exam, the only high school that has lost advantage of no one knowing their Quirks, the top school whose sports festival is broadcast across the country, showing not just the students' Quirks, but also their weaknesses and fighting styles, is your school." Ms. Joke peered down at the arena, watching the students start to spread out. "If you like your class this year, then you should've told your students what always happens at the beginning — the crushing of U.A."
"Barrier!" Miyuki shouted, finishing her signature. A white barrier surrounded the entirety of U.A. as the first round of balls launched towards them.
"Wow, you were right, Class Representative," Kirishima whistled.
"They're all after us," Kaminari gaped.
"1-A! The barrier won't hold up for long, I've given us five minutes at most to get ready to counter-attack," Miyuki shouted.
"The crushing of U.A.," Aizawa repeated. "There wasn't really a reason why I didn't tell them, but in the end, it wouldn't change what they had to do. They just have to overcome everything. A hero is someone who can turn around a bad situation. In the first place, if they become pros, then everyone will already know their Quirks, so I'm sorry, but we look a little further ahead than everyone else."
Miyuki felt the thrum of Saitama's strength hum through her, having already fused before in the locker rooms. "Ready up, Plus Ultra!"