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Jeferson Arthur - Yeah, I get what you mean. Rest easy, I don't plan on crossing over powers on this occasion.
Guest: Hell yeah. I love the Yakuza franchise. Judge Eyes (Judgement) has quickly become my new favourite because I adore the combat, though I don't foresee myself playing Yakuza again with the new turn-based gameplay. I'm a guy who hates change. I might be biting off my nose to spite my face but I just can't bring myself to play Yakuza: Like a Dragon or any other instalment so long as the turn-based style stays, which Nogoshi said it will. Damn. Guess I'm sticking with Judge Eyes for the foreseeable future.
Fun Fact of the day: Did you know Mr Satan's real name is actually Mark? No joke. People assume Satan is his last name since Mr usually goes in conjunction with a person's surname and Funimation changed his name to "Hercule" due to the religious references, further blurring the lines. The fandom now believes Videl's full name is Videl Satan. Nope. It's just Videl. It always has been. She and Mr Satan, like many of Dragonball's characters, don't have last names. The name Mr Satan is simply a nickname Mark got for being so ungodly strong by normal human standards, like Sabaku no Gaara (Gaara of the Desert)
The usual uproarious ear-splitting noise of one of Goku's many alarm clocks was instantly silenced by the boy's herculean toss, exhaling groggily in the morning air. Unfortunately, fate – or more likely Mina - had contingency plans set in place, setting off the melodic wake-up tune on his smartphone, much to his childlike irritation as he dragged a hand down his sleepy visage and pried his phone charging beside his futon off the matted flooring.
He looked over the reminder Mina had set on his phone last time they hung out and instantly rose, tired, half-lidded gaze dimly shining in recognition, "Oh, yeah! Today's the day we start training at U.A." He noted, turning off the blaring alarm and flipping to his feet like a springboard, face brightening little by little. "About time. I was gettin' bored of waitin'."
Another three weeks had passed since he and his childhood friend had been accepted into U.A.'s hallowed grounds and needless to say, they had been antsy, which said a lot in their case because neither of them liked school. While the thought of studying made them both queasy, the prospect of getting hero training and being able to cut loose with their powers was something that excited them both.
He zipped over to his closet, removing from it the still plastic-wrapped uniform the acclaimed academy had delivered to him last week – a luxurious-looking silver-grey blazer embellished by dark-green trim, a blood-red tie reminiscent of the ones one might find on businessmen, a white dress shirt concealed underneath the blazer, trousers matching the trim lining the jacket and a pair of intricately polished loafers, its shine glistening in Goku's curtained living room. He also received a few replicas of the dress shirt and mould green trousers as a show of good faith but none of U.A.'s trademark blazer, tie or shoes.
There was only one of each.
Goku set his new uniform out on his futon and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and clean of his teeth. Thirty minutes breezed passed like a leisurely weekend and Goku was fitting into his U.A. uniform for the first time, adjusting the sleeves and buttons to his liking. As nice as it all was, he still wasn't a formal wearing guy, something he highly doubted he ever would be. Fortunately, he didn't have to wear the tie if he didn't want to, so he hung that back up to whence it came and left the three buttons of his shirt undone.
The front door clicked and turned just then, releasing the pelleting sounds of the gloomy day before Mina stepped through, stepping out of a huge umbrella, "Geez! Raining on our first day!" She complained, shaking off the excess water from her white umbrella with pink trim before closing Goku's door, a bold grin emerging on her face, "Hey, Goku-chan! I see my wake up call worked."
"You bet," He shamelessly chuckled, "Got it loud and clear."
"Happy to hear it!" Mina bubbled, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her umbrella before wandering up to Goku to give him a thorough once over, tiptoeing with her arms wrapped behind her back in a feminine motion, "You look nice."
Goku ran his finger alongside the bridge of his nostrils, "Thanks, Mina." He grinned, soaking up the compliment. He made a sweeping gesture to hers, "You don't look too bad yourself." Mina was almost wearing an exact replica of his uniform, only exchanging the trousers for a short skirt that didn't even reach her knees, exposing her pink legs and ankle-high socks.
Mina turned, presenting herself with a sultry expression softening her gaze, "See anything you like?"
Goku's hand craned around his neck, "Yeah, I guess." He laughed, clueless.
Mina sighed, facing Goku again with her cheek ballooned into a pout, "You're no fun."
"Really? How come."
"Don't be mean!" She reached into her handbag just then, pulling out a container packed with white rice and a raw egg spilling over it. At Goku's fixated look, she grinned sassily, "Or you won't get my Mom's breakfast.~"
"Alright, food!" Goku cheered, hand stretching out on reflex, but Mina pulled away, a pout adorning her features. Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head before holding his hands together in a praying motion, "Sorry, Mina. Can I eat that now?"
Mina's expression morphed into a bold smirk, leaning toward the boy and pointing at her lips, "Only if you kiss me." She said, puckering her lips out and wearing a purple blush across her face.
"Oh, that all?" Goku blinked, getting a nod from the waiting girl, "Okay, then." He shrugged, dipping toward the slightly shorter young lady and pressing his lips against hers. She moaned into the tavern that was his mouth, gently tossing the Tamago-Kake-Gohan filled container aside to grab his arms with hers, navigating them around her slender, curvy waist. She pressed her palms against his still slightly chubby cheeks, using them as leverage to pull herself toward him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, Goku looking at her closed eyes with a blank look of utter incomprehension etched on his face.
He had never been much of a kissing guy in his past life. He couldn't even remember mooching ChiChi let alone this passionately. This was a whole new territory she was leading him in and he had no idea what to make of it.
When the need for air eventually became too great for her, she pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting their lips, her sensual expression only becoming more pronounced, "Ah!" She exhaled, "Okay! You can eat." She pulled out three more containers, these ones each holding an omurice, tea-boiled rice with sweet potato, and Japanese egg rolls.
Goku's visage brightened, "Oh, boy! Thanks a bunch, Mina." He said, accepting the stack of boxes from her.
"No, thank you!" She assured, running her thumb over his lip and wiping the saliva away, propping her thumb in her mouth in a seductive motion. Goku laughed blankly.
xXx
A pleasant ten-minute walk and a thirty-minute train ride across Tokyo underneath the gloomy, darkened clouds blanketing skies vastly contrasting the mood of the two, saw them splashing small puddles through their trek on U.A.'s drenched orange-bricked pathway, sharing Mina's umbrella. The girl snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder and using his body heat heightened by a faint Ki aura as her own personal radiator.
As they stepped inside U.A.'s interior, they noticed a familiar face stepping out of his own umbrella with a head of strikingly bright red hair neither of them recalled him having the day they graduated middle school.
"Hey, isn't that?" Mina muttered inquisitively, "Kirishima-san?"
The volcano-styled redhead turned matching red eyes their way, a cheerful shark-like grin stretching across his face in recognition, "Son-san! Ashido-san!" He acknowledged, folding up his umbrella and holding up his hand in a gesture of complete manly solidarity to the guy of the two, "Hey, man! You got in too! No surprise there."
Goku blankly accepted the gesture, handing Mina her umbrella before firmly clasping the friendly shark boy's hand and gently knocking his shoulder against his, patting him on the back. It took him a moment to match his Ki-signature with his wholesome face, "Oh, hey, Kirishima-san! S'up, bro? I didn't recognize ya for a sec since your hair's different."
"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't," Kirishima admitted, bashfully caressing the side of his neck. He sobered, locking eyes with his old middle school classmates with a look of resolve flickering in his gaze, "I'm not gonna regret stuff anymore. I'm gonna be manly like you, Son." He held up a trembling fist as if he had just been bestowed the Olympics touch, hot-white tears of pure, unadulterated pride leaking from the tips of his eyelids, "I know I'll never be as strong as you, but I'll still be just as manly!"
Goku blinked, thinking back to their middle school days together. Apparently, when Goku had absolutely smashed a near giant rock man resembling a strange evolution of Golem from Pokemon coercing Mina's friends for directions, Kirishima had been on the scene first but was too scared to do anything. Goku could remember him humbly apologizing to the girls for his supposed cowardice the next day, to which they readily accepted; insisting only a monster like Son-chan could've dealt with the behemoth mountain man.
Warm onyx eyes regarded Kirishima, "Hey, don't worry about it." Goku insisted, squarely grasping his shoulders, "You're plenty of manly already."
While Kirishima gaped at Goku's benevolent smile in silent awe, Mina piped up from beside him. "Goku-chan's right. You need to learn to loosen up more." Kirishima glanced at her as she softly fisted his shoulder underneath Goku's hand, "Don't be so hard on yourself, okay?" She withdrew her hand, then playfully made a shushing motion with an index finger pressed against her lips, "We'll play nice for now, but someday we'll tell everyone about your little makeover!~" She teased, glancing over at Goku, "Right, sweetie?"
"Right." Goku nodded firmly.
Kirishima smiled softly, "Thanks, guys."
"C'mon, we should get to class. Don't wanna be late on our first day," Mina bubbled, looping an arm around Goku's, "What class are you in, Kirishima-san?"
"I think it's," He took off his backpack and rummaged inside, pushing up a letter, "-Ah. Class 1-A."
"Hey, I think that's our class," Goku said, turning his head to look at Mina.
"It is, too!" Mina clarified.
"Sweet!" Kirishima beamed, "Let's go together."
"Let's." Mina agreed with a firm nod.
Kirishima fell in step with the two beside Goku. They located their respective lockers and safely put away their umbrellas before making a one-way trek to their homeroom class, stopping before its massive doorway.
"This is a big door," Mina remarked, blank eyes scanning the huge brown-painted door emblazoned with two crimson red symbols of 1 and A, the 1 at the top and the A at the bottom. A small window was built around the A emblem too.
"I guess they're accounting for everyone." Goku surmised, blinking. "No telling what some quirks do to people." Mina's uniquely coloured pink skin and antennas were proof enough of that assertion.
"Good point."
"C'mon. Let's go in." Kirishima insisted, sliding the door across and gesturing his friends in first with a sweeping motion of his palm in a gentlemanly manner.
They nodded appreciatively and ventured into an ordinary, basic classroom; walls painted a plain white, a chalkboard in front of a huge rectangular table facing four rows of twenty desks each lined up in rows of five. Gazes instantly sweeping over the colourful array of students including a slender lad possessing a uniquely onyx-coloured bird-head sat in a stoical expression and a yellow peak, a masked student rocking bat-like webbed Dupli-arms, three on each wing, and a girl that was completely invisible. The only reason Goku even knew she was a girl was that her uniform strangely had the effect of emphasizing her soft, feminine features, the only parts of her that were visible.
A lesser man would've thought the girl was just moving clothes, but Goku's Ki-sensing ability made him anything but.
In comparison to their quirk mutations, Goku's monkey tail looked normal. Hell, there was even a blond student rocking an even huger tail than his, almost completely unfurred save for the tip, possessing a bit of fur the colour of his hair.
"Aw, man. That guy's tail is bigger than mine." Goku noted nonchalantly, resting his palms behind his head. The boy heard his characteristic being called and gave Goku a friendly wave.
The transmigrated Saiyan's attention was drawn to two familiar faces when one of them immediately stood upon recognizing his wild-hair and monkey tail, sweeping his feet off the desk that the aristocrat-looking young man from the entrance exam had been lecturing him about.
"You!" He glared and pointed heatedly at Goku.
Mina blinked, pointing back at the blond, "You know this guy, Goku-chan?"
"Do I?" Goku's own eyes fluttered obliviously.
"Don't ask me. He seems mad at you for some reason." The horned girl shrugged, to which Goku shrugged back.
"Stop screwing around!" The hothead demanded, violently slamming his fists upon his desk, much to the sophisticated young man's disdain.
"Such senseless treatment of U.A. property will not be tolerated! Cease this at once!" He ordered sternly.
"Shaddap!" The raging blond yelled, drawing a deep frown of restrained annoyance from the bespectacled boy. He furiously rounded on the tailed boy again, scowl only deepening when he saw him looking elsewhere in the room, "Don't ignore me, shitty hedgehog hair!"
Goku looked at him with a clueless look upon his face, as though he was only acknowledging his presence, "Me?"
"Yeah, you! Are you deaf or just retarded?" He calmed slightly, ignoring the pink-skinned girl sending him a dirty look, "Listen, I didn't need your help taking down that zero-pointer. I was just getting my second wind, so don't you dare look down on me."
"Zero-pointer?" Goku droned questioningly to himself, cupping his chin between his index finger and thumb. A little faceless white humanoid entity played a DVD in his head, showing him a scene of him encountering the very angry-faced young man and consequently saving him when he tried to steal the spotlight from him. Recognition glistened in his eyes, "Oh, yeah. I remember you now."
"Oh, yeah? Well, it's about time, monkey boy," He quipped, sarcasm spilling from every syllable like venom.
"Yeah! You're that angry kid who got beat up by the zero-pointer," Goku began to laugh uproariously, cradling his stomach and drawing a smug smile from Mina.
His scowl intensified to molten lava levels, "Shaddap!" He demanded. Goku did not oblige, laughing even harder at his face, "I didn't get my ass kicked! It just caught me off-guard!" He strongly insisted, growling in irritation when the boy's laughter refused to wane, "I said shaddap!" Goku's laughter only increased in volume, but he continued, "I'm going to be the number one hero and you're just an obstacle in my way that I'm going to overcome, you got that!"
"Oh man, that was too funny," Goku's laughter finally died down, much to the surly boy's irritated relief. He flicked a loose tear born from the hilarity from his eye, "What were we talking about again?"
"What?!"
"He got you there, buttface." Mina teased.
"You shaddap, too, pinky!" He snarled, making Mina stick her tongue out at him.
Goku turned dismissively away from the pale-haired blond, leaving him looking aghast as he twirled around to face a blond-haired boy who approached him, his lighter hair symbolizing his brighter personality, "Oh, hey. S'up? I'm Son Goku. Nice to meetcha."
"Don't ignore me!" He was ignored completely.
"Dude, you were fucking insane in the practical exam!" He lauded, smirking up a sunny day, "Name's Kaminari Denki and I just wanna say the way you destroyed the zero-pointer was sickkk!"
"It was pretty weak." Goku shrugged, brushing off the compliment.
…Until Kaminari swept it right back on him, "No way, dude. Did you see the way that thing was demolishing everything!?" He argued frantically, shocked at the boy's surprising humility.
"Son-san took out the zero-pointer, huh?" The redhead chimed in, drawing Kaminari's attention to him who nodded, "Nice! Doesn't surprise me. Son-san's always been a tank of unfiltered manliness. Don't let the act fool you. This guy always blew everyone out of the water in gym class back in our old middle school."
"Shitttttt." Kaminari drawled, "Looks like I'm gonna have to step up my game to keep up with this dude."
"Good luck with that." Kirishima grinned to himself, pitying the poor bastard who didn't even know he was in way over his head as he crossed his arms, "Name's Kirishima Eijiro, by the way, man. Nice meeting ya, Kaminari-san."
"Likewise."
Goku perked up when he felt an inconspicuous presence behind a freckled face youngster (the same one who had been chewed out by the stern-looking guy just before the practical exam if he wasn't mistaken) and a brown-haired girl with two perpetual red blushes decorating her cheeks in small circles.
"Hey, is that our sensei?" He ventured to guess, drawing everyone's attention to what he was indicating. Everyone proceeded to blanch in comical dramatic effect upon seeing what looked to be a human yellow-coloured caterpillar crawling along the blue, laminated hallway, a drab, wide-eyed tired face poking out of its shell.
The human caterpillar slithered behind the teacher's desk, paying no heed to the bizarre faces "it" elicited from its eccentric appearance, "It took you ten seconds to quieten down after Son alerted you to my presence." He intoned, all but clarifying themselves as their homeroom teacher by revealing Goku's name. Their hearts simmered in relief when the assumed caterpillar climbed out of his sleeping bag, taking a juice box and emptying its contents in one go, "You kids aren't rational enough. Time is of the essence."
Messy, uncombed long raven-hair fell to the tall man's back like a raging tsunami, two bangs framing his overly paled, exhausted visage, and a thin, unkempt beard extending into an equally thin moustache only exacerbated his scruffy appearance. Even his dark clothes were thoroughly creasy like he hadn't bothered to iron them in months, a long-sleeved, black shirt complemented by similarly coloured trousers with the ends tucked into the tops of matching hued thick army boots. A silver utility belt strapped around his waist and a massive faded beige coloured scarf cloaked around his neck finished off his appearance; the perfect portrait of a teacher who had stopped caring about his job.
"Hi. I'm Aizawa Shota. Nice to meet you. I'll be your homeroom teacher for this semester," Aizawa introduced himself in that same dry, indifferent tone of his before reaching into his sleeping bag and pulling out a dark blue kit patterned with a distinctly looking U and A, clearly meant to be the U.A. emblem. "I know this is kind of sudden but put these on and meet me in the track field."
Goku's face brightened, "Oh cool. P.E. already. My favourite." He grinned, being the first to take his kit from Aizawa and sling it over his shoulder before making his way to the changing room.
Tokyo's Anti-Hero
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In a League of his Own
Goku and the other nineteen students assembled on the track field in short order all donning replicas of U.A.'s official P.E. kit. The heavens had clearly chosen to be merciful on their plight because the skies cleared up, leaving a muddy track field. Not that they had too much to worry about considering they had been given red and white sneakers to accommodate their physical activity.
"A quirk assessment test!" Nearly everyone chorused.
"But what about the entrance ceremony and orientation!" The girl with the blushes on her cheeks argued.
Goku audibly smacked a fist into a palm, his excitement palpable, "Who cares about that lame stuff? Let's just get on with the good stuff, I say."
"Son's right. You don't have time for such leisurely events," Aizawa intoned, though his impassive expression darkened slightly at the boy's exhilaration. "U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are." He turned his head to give them his unenthused, tired gaze over his shoulder, "That's also how teachers run their classes." Here, he removed a smartphone from his pocket, flashing them a list of fitness tests in blue-coloured kanji, "I assume you're familiar with these; fitness tests you took in Junior High without using your quirks. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It's not rational." He pocketed his hands, "Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating."
The shaggy-haired sensei inhaled indistinctly, tasting the excited perfume slowly overriding the inquisitive air. Son's elation must've been infectious, he mused. Speaking of Son, he locked gazes with him, "Son, you came in first during the practical exam, right?"
"I guess so. That's what holo-might said," Goku quipped, putting his hands atop his head in a manner of laid-back insouciance.
"What was your furthest distance recorded on the softball throw in Junior High?"
Goku shrugged, "I dunno." Aizawa's brow quirked, mirroring the reactions of a few of the other students. In response, Goku raised a finger skyward, "Does space count?" The befuddled looks he was receiving turned outright incredulous in most cases. Nearly all his classmates with the exception of Mina and Kirishima was giving him a bizarre look of some kind, be it horror or scepticism.
"Are you saying you can throw the ball so far into orbit it can't be measured?" Aizawa ascertained, similarly doubtful.
Goku nodded, "Yup."
"And that's without your quirk?"
Another nod.
"Show me," Aizawa ordered brusquely, gesticulating to a raised lump of dirt a bot was looking over.
"Can do," Goku said, nonchalantly sauntering off to the specified spot among the stares of incredulity from most of his peers.
"There's no fucking way," The blond hothead muttered disbelievingly.
"Just watch and learn!" Mina bubbled, making everyone other than Kirishima turn her way to see her glowing posture of pure serenity. "You guys haven't seen anything yet."
'She sounds so confident in Son-kun.' The freckled-faced boy mused, unconsciously swallowing a thick lump down his throat as he turned back to Goku catching a ball the bot released, 'Can Son-kun really haul the ball into orbit with just his strength?' Needless to say, he was morbidly intrigued.
Goku hopped several times in needless preparation to what was to come, softball in hand. It reminded him of baseball, a hobby he had come to enjoy upon finding a batting centre in Kamurocho. It reminded him of his dear old friend Yamcha and remembering one of his old buddies was always a plus in his book. He had spent many hours and yen frequenting Yoshida-san's batting centre always playing on the hardest difficulty because that was the most exciting to him.
"Ready!~" Goku bubbled.
"You get three tries. You can do anything you want as long as you stay in the centre circle." Aizawa instructed, expertly hidden gooseflesh erupting across his pale skin. Even he was feeling the anticipation in the air as Goku's steadied himself for a supposedly gargantuan toss of epic proportions, but he disguised it behind a well-crafted mask of bored indifference.
"Kay!" He said, winding up his arm like a propeller before rearing back, letting fly with all the ferocious acceleration of a high-powered super rocket. The ball sailed skyward as though it were an ascending meteor returning to whence it came, piercing the very heavens through several manifested rings of air, a testament to the immense force he had launched his missile.
The class was silenced, heads craning back and locked apprehensively to the moving sky. They didn't even see the ball leave Goku's palm. Just the result of its travel to orbit – the air rings and the twinkle it gleamed in the sky on its way to joining the comets in the vast void of space.
Aizawa checked his beeping phone, impossibly managing to mask his astonishment, "Know your maximum limits. This is the most rational way to form the foundations of a hero." He insisted, showing them a pink coloured 8 tilted on its side.
They gasped, jaws hitting the floor.
"Infinity!" They shouted.
"Son-san did that with just his strength!?" Kaminari queried, gawking at the boy in a new light.
"Told ya you haven't seen anything yet!" Mina teased, sticking out her tongue.
Kaminari turned to her, looking spooked out of his mind, "Uh, has he always been that strong?"
Mina nodded, "Ever since I can remember. Goku-chan's always been super strong even without using his power."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, not missing the distinctive way the girl had referred to Son's abilities as his power. Kaminari and most of the students, meanwhile, developed a shade of apprehensive blue upon their faces, trading fearful glances between Goku's and Mina's carefree grins. The hothead, on the other, glared with newfound animosity at Goku, tightly gritting his teeth and clenching his fists with enough force to break his skin.
"I don't think it's coming back." Goku laughed, seating his entwined hands upon his spiky head again."
"Like, this kinda makes me want ta give up now," The red-cheeked brunette sheepishly joked, rubbing the back of her head.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. This guy's way too strong," A lanky raven-haired boy with strange cylindrical elbows agreed.
"Give up, huh?" Aizawa repeated slowly, freezing the unconscious self-doubt in the air. They stiffened, feeling unnerved when an unsettling grin crept across Aizawa's bearded face, "You have three years to become a hero. Will you always have that quick to give up attitude next time you meet someone like Son? People are not created equally. You're going to meet others far stronger than you as U.A. throws one hardship after the next at you." He lectured, leaving the students stunned into silence, "Alright. Whoever comes in last in all eight tests will be deemed to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."
Most of them yelped and flinched predictably enough, sputtering out a collective "E-Expulsion!" and going into a frantic panic.
Aizawa lifted up his bangs, a wild-eyed glow of unhinged excitement glistening in his gaze, "We'll free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students," He stated, looking like a psychopath, "Welcome to U.A.'s hero course."
"But that's not fair!" The brunette argued, "It's only been the first day, and even if it wasn't, expulsion is too harsh a punishment."
Aizawa remained completely unperturbed as he fired off into a spiel, "Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. The world is full of unfairness. That's why there are heroes, to reverse those unfortunate situations and restore the status quo." They could only stare open-mouthed at the insightful nuance of his speech. Aizawa finished, making a beckoning motion with his fingers, "Give it all you got. Go beyond. Plus Ultra."
"I'm getting excited now!" Goku grinned.
50-meter dash race
Goku was matched up against the high bred bespectacled young man in the first fitness test.
"While it may be true that you have great physical strength, Son-kun, speed is my area of expertise!" He assured, setting himself in a low stance, strong fingers touching the lined dirt ground. Two pairs of distinctive silver exhaust pipes like one might find on a car protruded from his calf muscles.
"I'm not gonna hold anything back," Goku smirked, rotating his arm.
The imaginary gunfire exploded in the air in the form of the bot's beep.
The sophisticated lad turbocharged forward, but by the time he had lit his engines, it was already over, a ferocious trail of dust rushing ahead of him. 'Such speed!' He gawped. He was pretty sure the surroundings lagged, too, because he hadn't even seen or felt the effects of Son's explosive speed until he himself was nearly halfway to completing the straight dash course.
Unidentifiable
Even the bot couldn't trace Goku's godlike speed.
"Yay, I won!" He cheered, flashing the peace sign to his friends.
3.05
The boy raced across the finish line, instantly slowing to a defeated stroll before addressing Goku in the highest form of respect available in Japan in honour of his immense power, "Son-sama." Goku looked back at his rigid posture dipping into a humble bow of respect. "I knew you were significantly physically stronger than me following your softball throw, but I never imagined there would be such a gap in our speed, too." He straightened, fisting his chest as though he were saluting his commanding officer, "I humbly acknowledge you as my superior, but know this. I don't intend to give up. This just means I'll have to triple my efforts to beat you someday."
Goku's fists landed squarely on his hips, a wholesome smile splitting his face, "Looking forward to it." He said, face contorting in confusion. "Um."
He took the hint, "Forgive me. My name is Iida Tenya. I attended Somei Private School before enrolling in U.A."
"I'm sure you'll be a great hero someday, Iida-kun!" Goku remarked, an unmistakable warmth sizzling in his gaze like a calm campfire, "Your quirk's awesome! With the right training, there's no telling just how strong you can be."
Iida bowed, "Your words humble me, Son-sama. I pledge to continue to work tirelessly in honour of your good faith."
Goku waved him off, "Don't sweat it."
Second test: Grip test
"540 kilograms!?" The cylindrical elbowed teenager said, gushing over the huge number read on the gripping device clutched firmly between the six-armed, masking-wearing teenager, "What are you, a gorilla? An octopus?!"
Both of them instantly baulked from a horrible noise of cars being crushed in a scrapyard, startlingly looking at the impossibly powerful tailed boy bashfully rubbing his head, a severed handle in his grip and his own device on the floor, "Woops! I broke the machine." He laughed.
The elbowed teen's face turned another shade of awkward discomfort.
"You're way too strong, Son-san."
Goku giggled again as Aizawa looked on.
Third and Fourth Tests
The reborn Saiyan also proceeded to blow everyone out of the water in both the long-distance standing jump and the repeated sidestep tests, leaping off-campus in a single move before having to run back at lightspeed. During the repeated side steps, he moved from line to line so quickly he shrouded his entire presence in a blur of untraceable speed.
Fifth Test: Softball throw
Having already demonstrated his immense, otherworldly throwing power, Goku was able to sit out and observe the other students take their turns. There wasn't much to write home about save for one, although the hothead whose Aizawa referred to as "Bakugo" had glared daggers at him the whole time during his throw, only becoming bitterly frustrated when Goku barely even acknowledged his explosive toss.
Goku didn't care one way or the other about whatever issues the guy had. He was more interested to see someone match one of his impossibly infinite scores. Uraraka, the red-cheeked girl, had used her gravity power to make the ball weightless before letting it float off into orbit like a balloon.
Freckles was next in line to take his turn, being called Midoriya by their long-haired sensei. Interestingly enough, the aforementioned sensei actually stepped in when Midoriya was about to activate his quirk, not only cancelling it out but suppressing it indefinitely with a widening of his eyes flaring scarlet red, revealing him to be the pro hero Eraser-head. Goku hadn't been paying much attention to the other participants but apparently, according to Mina, Midoriya was the only one who hadn't displayed any noticeable ability.
Aizawa reprimanded the freckled-faced boy harshly, claiming he would be nothing more than a liability in battle if he had to completely incapacitate himself just to use his Quirk just once before returning his power, his Saiyan-esque hair falling down to his back again.
"Eraser head, huh?" Goku mused, situating his arms atop his head, "Never heard of him before."
"You've never heard of anyone before." Mina quipped.
Goku chuckled, "Oh, right."
Mina smiled, then looked back at Midoriya contemplating his next move, "What do you think that Midoriya guy's going to do? I don't think he's beaten anyone."
"Dunno," The spiky-headed boy shrugged in indifference, "Guess we'll find out. He's probably up to something after sensei grilled him." Mina nodded in agreement to that line of thought, waiting in anticipation for Midoriya's next throw.
The unkempt green-haired boy inhaled deeply and reared back, lifting up a knee. Interest flooded Goku's intrigued gaze when he felt Midoriya's power rushing to the tip of his middle finger, glowing a faint orange with an ominous pink cross further decorating it. Then, he threw his arm overhead, flicking his middle finger with all his might like a slingshot and sending the ball soaring to the clouds as though he were hitting a spectacular home run.
Awestruck gasps pierced the deafening silence. While nowhere near as impressive as Goku's, it was still far greater than most of them could ever manage, barring Goku and Uraraka.
"I get it," Goku said in realization.
Mina blinked, looking down from her view at the air-struck sky to Goku, "Get what?"
"Midoriya-san channelled his quirk to his finger at the last second, minimizing the damage and maximizing the throw," Goku explained, an impressed smirk forming on his face at the boy's quick-witted tenacity. Even as he clutched the wrist of his thoroughly swollen and disfigured finger, biting his bottom lip to stifle the agonizing pain rushing through his body, he refused to fall.
"Oh?" The horned girl uttered, glancing back at Midoriya's damaged finger and winced, "That looks painful."
"Yeah. Guess his body can't handle the power of his own quirk yet." Goku frowned, scratching his scalp.
Such a peculiar case. He hadn't encountered anyone with such a double-edge quirk quite like that in his fifteen years living on this alternative version of his former earth, but then again he had never seen anyone with a power-up quirk similar to Ki, on its most basic, rudimentary level, of course. Most quirks usually did very specific things to people's bodies like Mina's or gave them particular and often weird abilities.
They simply didn't just strengthen someone.
All might, and by extension Midoriya now it seems, were entirely unique in this regard.
"Deku, you worthless piece of shit! You've been tricking me for years, haven't you!" Bakugo bellowed, exploding after the nicknamed Midoriya in a blind fury.
Goku frowned, shrouding his movements in a blur of untraceable speed and appearing behind the onrushing boy, throwing his arms over his in a Full Nelson hold before effortlessly picking him up off his feet.
"H-Hey, what!" He squirmed, turning his head over his shoulder to stare into his warden's eyes reflecting disdain in his gaze against his actions. His eyes dilated. No way was this freak lifting him off his feet like a Dad might do to his son throwing a temper tantrum, "Get the fuck off me, you Sonic the Hedgehog reject!"
"You gotta lot of anger issues," Goku stated, smiling softly, "It ain't honourable to attack someone who's injured, y'know? Calm down. Whaddya even have against Midoriya-san anyway?"
'He's holding off Kacchan like it's nothing!' Midoriya trembled.
"Shaddap! What would you know about it, huh? A quirkless loser like that wasn't supposed to have power!" He thrashed relentlessly in Goku's hold, snarling like a feral animal, "He's a bug! Just an annoying bug I can squash at any time."
Goku's frown deepened, swimming through Bakugo's memories. He didn't know what the boy's issue with Midoriya was, but he would find out with his mind-reading ability he once used on Krillin to bring himself up to speed on the happenings on Namek. As he rolled through Bakugo's mind like hitting the fast forward button on a DVD player, Goku's dislike and sorrow for the raging blond only grew.
He used to be good friends with Midoriya from childhood, the two bonding over their shared admiration of Japan's mightiest hero, hence why the latter still affectionately referred to him as Kacchan despite everything now, but once his quirk manifested, he transformed for the worst; becoming increasingly more arrogant the more superficial praises he had piled onto him by teachers and friends alike. The power was all too much for his young mind to handle. It went straight to his head, making him believe anyone not on his level was beneath him. He even became a bully, going as far as to viciously beat Midoriya one day for daring to stand up to him for protecting another quirkless kid.
His inferiority complex inflated to the point that he couldn't even accept Midoriya's hand when he fell off a bridge, the boy expressing nothing but concern for his wellbeing. Whatever twinge of sympathy Goku felt toward Bakugo's troubling family life was mostly outweighed by his contempt of Bakugo's mistreatment of Midoriya. Whatever skeletons he had in the closet (and Goku had seen them all) it didn't justify him being a reprehensible person just because he had power.
"You're a sad guy and I feel sorry for you," Goku said, a low voice full of pity and sorrow.
Bakugo stiffened, rotating his head back to Goku with a haunted look of horrified shock, "What'd you say?"
"You heard me."
"You bastard!"
"Enough!" Aizawa uncharacteristically raised his voice, sending his dirty scarf flying at the two boys, causing Goku to swiftly dematerialize away from Bakugo in a blur of unnoticeable speed back to the pink-skinned girl, leaving the enraged blond to get ensnared on his own, 'His reaction time is just as quick as his movement speed.'
"Oh, hey, Goku-chan!" Mina beamed, noticing the calm scowl etched across his face.
"Hey, what the-?"
"I would consider taking Son's advice if you don't' want to risk expulsion," Aizawa warned, scarlet red eyes flaring and hair standing up straight as though he had an aura shrouding his form. "Don't make me overuse my quirk. It gives me serious dry eye."
"Too bad. That quirk is amazing." Everyone chorused.
Bakugo's heart stopped at the threat and he reluctantly calmed, "Damn it..." Hearing Bakugo's subdued tone was enough for Aizawa to unbind him, leaving him standing in a pool of bitter resentment.
"Now proceed with the rest of the fitness tests," Aizawa declared, his bored tone resuming.
"Man, that was intense," Kirishima remarked, dispersing with the rest of his classmates.
"Yeah, no kidding," Kaminari agreed, falling in step with the redhead.
Goku walked forward instead of away, like he was about to confront Bakugo, "Huh? Goku-chan?" Mina queried.
"Go ahead without me, Mina. I'm just gonna go talk with Midoriya-san for a sec." Goku said.
Mina looked back and forth between him and the aforementioned freckled-faced boy and shrugged, "Okay!~" She bubbled, jogging off to converse with the invisible girl.
Goku ambled up to Midoriya, completely dismissing the heated glower Bakugo sent his way like a laser and fired off into a cheerful greeting, holding his palm up, "Yo, Midoriya-san!"
"O-Oh, hey, Son-kun! What's up?" He stammered, drawing a warm-hearted chuckle from the powerful boy. His racing heart simmered seeing this, "Thanks for… uh, that by the way."
"No problem!" Goku smiled, fisting his hips, "Hey, listen. Wanna train with me sometime?"
"Train?" Midoriya inquired inquisitively, "You mean like weight training at the gym?"
"Yeah! Well, sorta," Goku trailed off sheepishly, only increasing Midoriya's confusion, "I noticed your body can't handle the effects of your quirk yet."
"Oh." Midoriya withdrew into his shell of winsome shyness, holding his arm and looking at the ground, "…About that. I-I was a late bloomer so my body can't handle the backlash of my power yet."
"Hey, don't worry about it!" Goku assured, turning warm onyx eyes his way, "You've got potential. You just need to tap into it and I think I have just the thing that could help you." A scene of little Goku delivering milk with a weighted shell strapped to his back flashed through his mind. He winked, "Whaddya say? You in?"
Midoriya stared longer than he would've liked at Goku's glowing aura in a stupefied fashion. He eventually mustered up a shaky nod, pumping his fists in front of his avid gaze, "Okay, sure! If it'll help me control my quirk then I'm all up for it!" Remembering his manners, he bowed, "Thank you, Son-kun."
"Don't mention it. C'mon. Let's get going before Aizawa-sensei chews us out."
"R-Right."
The rest of the tests passed by in a breeze, not being unable to live up to the expectations Goku's, Uraraka's and Midoriya's displays had set in the softball throw. As expected, Goku ran away with two out of the last three tests, surprisingly coming second on the seated toe touch.
"Yay, I won!" Mina cheered, flicking up a heel and throwing her arms up in the air.
"Aw, I lost?" Goku asked himself, seating his hands across his head in a manner of easy-going nonchalance, "Oh, well. Can't win 'em all."
Mina sassily flashed him the V sign of victory, "You're buying dinner tonight!~" She had so much confidence in her own flexibility that she had actually challenged the seemingly unbeatable Son Goku to first place in the seated toe touch test.
"Well, a deal's a deal," He shrugged. It just meant he couldn't eat as much as he wanted, but that could always be solved with a late-night trip into the wilderness of Tsukimino to hunt animals.
Mina smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
The students gathered outside in front of the auditorium at the end of the test. Some were more apprehensive than others as they waited for Aizawa to reveal the scores, "Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results," He began, rummaging through his phone, "The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It'll be a waste of time to explain it verbally so I'll show it to you instead."
He projected a blue coloured hologram from his smartphone-like device, two rows of the students' names appearing on the holographic screen going from first to twentieth.
1st Son Goku
2nd Yaoyorozu Momo
3rd Todoroki Shoto
4th Bakugo Katsuki
5th Iida Tenya
6th Tokoyami Fumikage
7th Shoji Mezo
8th Ojiro Masahiro
9th Kirishima Eijiro
10th Ashido Mina
11th Uraraka Ochaco
12th Koda Koji
13th Sato Rikido
14th Asui Tsuyu
15th Aoyama Yuga
16th Sero Hanta
17th Kaminari Denki
18th Jiro Kyoka
19th Hagakure Toru
20th Midoriya Izuku
Predictably, Goku had ranked first in an absolute impossible landslide, not even having an actual registered score. It was just listed as infinite. They all could've seen that coming from a mile away as much as it thoroughly annoyed Bakugo to see confirmation of it. Well, at least that useless Deku was in last place and heading on the first taxi out of here. He never belonged here anyway-.
"Anddd I lied. No one's getting expelled."
'Damn it!' He bellowed internally, contrasting the wave of relief everyone else felt.
"That was just a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirk," Aizawa explained, smiling a wide grin that could've been considered almost cheerful if it didn't look so psychotic.
"Thank god no one's getting expelled!" Uraraka sighed, slumping over, "What a relief.
"Jeez. That was so mean!" Mina complained, pumping her fists like a petulant child before hanging off of Goku.
"Of course, it was a lie. It should've been obvious if you just thought it through." The beautiful Yaoyorozu explained, long black hair tied back in a fan-tailed flycatcher-like ponytail, a bang dangling in front of her sympathetic visage. Hourglass figure and D-cup breasts emphasized by her P.E. kit.
Goku didn't agree, reading the deception nestling in Aizawa's heart like warm soup.
"With that, we're done here." He finalized, beginning to walk away, "There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you get back look them over." He handed a slip of paper to the sighing Midoriya, "Midoriya. Have the old lady fix you in the nurse's office. Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourself." He lazily sauntered off.
Midoriya flinched when he felt a hand clap him on the shoulder, twirling around to find Son's cheerful smile, "Well, Midoriya-san, looks like you get to keep your place here after all. Lucky, huh?" He said jokingly, massaging his nostrils with his index finger and laughing away.
Midoriya looked at Aizawa's retreating back. A murmur, "I thought I was a goner for sure."
Goku nodded, "We should start training right away." He tucked his arms behind his head, "Cuz something tells me Aizawa-sensei ain't gonna like you breaking your bones just to use your quirk."
The freckled-faced youngster gulped just thinking of his disproving demon-like scarlet-eyed gaze, "R-Right. Thanks again Son-kun."
Mina approached them just then, arms delicately wrapped behind her back cutely, "What're you boys talking about?"
"Just guy stuff."
"You can be so mean sometimes."
"Hehe."
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