"Enhanced sight, long fingers and eidetic memory" I said out loud with a sigh. Sometimes I really hated my quirk. Almost everyone considered me blessed, and on most days, I agreed. On days like today though, I knew the world was out for me.

15 minutes till the practical entrance exam for UA University and my quirk still hadn't given me a useful combination. I knew I should have accepted the combination that came with super strength a few hours ago but I'd been holding out for better options. A better combo if you will.

The universe must truly hate me. I was already close to punching something out of my anger. I'd gone through roughly 20 combinations and still hadn't struck gold. Something out there must be laughing at me. Someone out there had to be playing a sick joke. High Priest, what I considered the most powerful quirk in the world had decided to fail me in my hour of need.

I stewed in my resentment, until I heard Present Mic's shout to start the exam. I ran ahead. Unlike what happened in the anime, no one waited a second before rushing into the arena. If I hadn't put as much effort into training my body over the years, then I'd be even more behind than I already was. Right now, the only people ahead of me were those with mobility quirks or with quirks that improved their speed in some other way.

I rushed in with the throng and bolted towards a one-pointer robot to my left. My enhanced sight allowed me to spot the 'off' button in no time. It was right between the robot's head and neck. I ducked around its grasping tentacles and stretched one of my fingers to hit the button. The robot immediately shut down.

"One" I counted out loud while doing my best to moderate my breathing. It would be shameful to fall prey to exhaustion in this exam. My quirk had chosen to disgrace me already. I wouldn't make things worse.

I searched out the next 'one pointer' and ran towards it. This one had its button on its knee. It was easier to hit, and I counted out "Two" with a smile on my face.

I was able to get 15 points like that before I decided to try my luck against a 'two-pointer'. They had long range weapons and would be harder to approach. The counter displayed on every building in the battle zone helped me overcome my hesitancy. I had only 12 minutes left, after all.

I weaved through the rockets the robot fired at me like a ballerina. Mom's compulsory dance lessons proved their usefulness once more. This one's button was right behind its head. I slid under a final rocket, and in between its legs before I jumped up and pressed the button. "Seventeen". My breath had become heavier as time went on.

"Twenty-one" I almost shouted in triumph as I deactivated another 'two-pointer'. This one had been a bitch to deal with. I stopped to take a breath and it finally happened. My Quirk had opened up again. I'd been debating whether I would reset my powers when my quirk opened up or not. This present combination had netted me a fair number of points, but with five minutes left, my chances of getting into UA were slipping through my fingers.

However, if I got an even worse combination then my chances would be completely dashed. Fuck it. I'd always been a gambler at heart. I reset my powers and my quirk gave me another combination of three. I almost screamed in joy. I flew up to the skies and stretched out my hands. My reach spread across most of the battle zone. This was a power I'd practiced a lot with. Sometimes my quirk could repeat the same power across multiple combinations and this one was one of my favourites. Dare I say it was my second favourite power of them all.

I sensed the robots with my mind's eye, and I willed them all to rise. I could only imagine the pandemonium on the ground as the robots started to fly. Another application of my will crushed all the robots into pieces. I floated down to one of the buildings. My breathing had become even heaver. I loved this power, but it always took its toll.

I laid down on the roof to rest and used my improved hearing to listen to the woes of my fellow examinees. I sympathised with them. I truly did. This world was an unfair one. It was a winner-take-all society. It was less obvious in a place like Japan than it was in other regions like Africa, or even China.

Here we didn't have God-kings who claimed vast swaths of land on the backs of their powerful quirks. Here, we had heroes that protected society from chaos. If they just so happened to be rewarded with as much wealth and power as our government could throw at them while keeping the illusion of democracy, then that was good business.

When my Quirk first came in at the ripe old age of four, I considered training for a bit and heading to Africa. I could see myself wresting control of some resource rich land from either Laxus or Blackbeard. They were the scummiest of the four warlords after all.

I'd live like a king in my little kingdom. My more mature mind kicked in and I realized I could have the same lifestyle right here in Japan. All Might didn't abuse his power but that didn't mean he didn't have the power. He spoke and the world listened. That was my goal. That kind of strength. The strength that stepped in and stopped the war in Africa. The strength that brought peace and created a true ceasefire between four warring warlords.

He was the symbol of peace for a reason. He was who I sought to be. With that goal in mind, I trained. This world was quite different from the one I'd read about in my first life. It was darker, more brutal. Here, the hero in a washing machine costume didn't make water slides for children. He created water torrents that could rip the flesh off a human's body. I wasn't even exaggerating on that part. I'd actually seen it happen. Heroes didn't kill often, but when they were forced to, it was bloody.

I was jolted out of my thoughts as I heard the loud marching steps of the 'Zero-pointer'. I sat up and looked around for it. The thing was so large, I didn't have to search for long, or even search at all. It towered over every building in the zone.

I looked at its most likely route and determined that it wouldn't bother me where I was. That didn't mean I would leave it alone though. The Zero-pointer was worth no points, but my power itched to be used. I stretched out my hands and closed my eyes again.

The Zero-pointer's head was as large as almost fifty 'one-pointers'. I focused and focused some more. A groaning sound echoed across the zone, and I let out a grunt of exertion before the robot's head folded in on itself and was crushed.

A/N; Just an idea that's been bugging me for a while. Might not continue this or I might. No idea.