After the entrance exams, the Hero Course teachers held a meeting.
They were now discussing which of their new heroes in training would go to which class. Most of Classes 1-A and 1-B had been chosen already, Eraserhead and Vlad King were now choosing between what was left. Nezu simply sat there, drinking his tea whilst internally laughing his ass off at the exciting new year that was coming their way.
RING RING
That was until a phone rang.
RING RIN-
Nezu answered the phone, taking note of how it was the HPSC President calling him. He and the Safety Commission had an... interesting relationship. One filled with mutual hate and constant background puppeteering.
"Madam President, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he politely asked, ending in a tone that implied well that this wasn't, at all, pleasurable.
"As per our agreement, we have received the recordings of all the testing sites during the entrance exam." She responded.
Nezu didn't exactly care much for introductions right now, especially with the HPSC. "Skip the pleasantries, Madam. What is it that you want?"
"Son Goku cannot be allowed to enter the Hero Course."
There was a short silence.
"And why, pray tell, would I allow that? Son Goku had more than enough points to pass on the written portion of the exam and had gotten first in the practical." He countered.
"His scores do not matter. He must not be allowed to join the Hero Course. Any Hero Course for that matter. We have blacklisted him from entering a Hero Course at any school." The president informed.
. . .
Nezu took a moment to think and look over what images he had of the monkey-tailed boy during his time at the entrance exams. He also looked at the boy's form and noticed how the address segment was not filled out.
"How about... no?" he asked, before hanging up.
. . .
"Sir, what was tha-" Vlad King tried to ask before being interrupted by Principal Nezu.
"Aizawa?" he asked the man in his signature yellow sleeping bag.
He received a grunt in response.
"Son Goku will now be a part of Class 1-A, along with your original twenty," Nezu informed with ecstatic and sadistic glee. He hoped he would expect a visit from the overpowered child soon, seeing as the school can't send his acceptance letter without an address.
Another grunt in response, followed by Vlad King's frustrated mutterings about how he wanted that kid.
~[Monkey Business]~
If there was one thing I hated in this life, other than having to do everything myself, it was waiting.
I was never a patient person before this world and I'm not a patient person now. So to say the next two weeks after the entrance exam was unpleasant would be an understatement. I knew I passed, I wasn't worried about that. They'd be fools not to let me into the hero course.
No, what I was worried about was the timeline. Obviously, I had to change it, wouldn't want the collapse of planetary society because of one dumb scratchy boy after all, but it was much more complicated than that.
The first major event would be the break-in. Shigaraki would break into the school by disintegrating the gate, letting the media storm the campus. Now, I could stop that. Prevent the U.S.J. altogether, possibly even take out Shigaraki from the start.
However... It would be better if everyone got the experience that was the U.S.J. incident. It would also single 1-A out during the sports festival, hopefully making it stay the same. If the sports festival changed, then so did the offers for the internship. Todoroki would be in Hosu no doubt, regardless of what happened during the sports festival. So too would Izuku, since he'd probably still get sent to Gran Torino. But Iida? I have no clue where he would go if the offers changed.
He might still end up in Hosu and no one would be any the wiser because he wasn't with Manual, leaving him to die since there was no Izuku or Todoroki there to save him in time.
And if Iida dies... well. That is just too much of a change in the timeline. And isn't that Ironic? I'm trying to change the timeline and yet I can't fully because then my knowledge would be useless unless it was knowledge about the secrets and histories of villains and villainous organizations that were already in place before the start of MHA.
So I can't change things too much until I'm in the endgame. By that time I should have more than enough power to just wipe All for One and "Demon Lord" Shigaraki. That is unless this universe changed with how Saiyan power worked...
Shit, I hadn't factored that in.
It's entirely possible that the gargantuan amounts of strength given to a Saiyan by the higher forms of Super Saiyan may have been dummed back a bit to match the power scaling of the characters present in this world. That means Super Saiyan 3 could be at most as strong as All Might! Which is bullshit! I mean, it'd be amazing to have that amount of strength, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to guarantee a kill on All for One even as he is now!
I'll have to train more. I can't accept that, even at my highest forms, I wouldn't be able to kill the big bads. If I did, then a lot of people would die and society would collapse. Hopefully, I'm just overthinking...
Anyway! Back to the timeline. If Iida dies, then he doesn't go to help Bakugo when he's kidnapped, which means it's possible that Katsuki doesn't come back at all. He'll probably either be forced into becoming a Nomu or just killed off since we all know that he'd continue to resist. And if Bakugo dies or worse, then Nine won't be defeated, assuming that movie is canon and then Izuku won't be saved from the spikes from "Plus Ultra" Shigaraki if he manages to defeat nine on his own.
And if Deku dies...
Whatever.
Whining and running in circles in my head won't do anyone any good.
Wait...
I DIDN'T FILL OUT AN ADDRESS ON THE ENTRANCE FORM-
Shit! Shit! SHIT! How the fuck did I forget that I didn't put my address! I even thought about whether I should have put it or not for a good two hours and I JUST FORGOT?!
Whatever, hopefully classes hadn't started yet. It had been nearly two weeks since the entrance exam, but I hoped I wasn't too late.
I dropped my training session the instant I realized the absolutely idiotic move I made and flew down Mt. Paozu as fast as I could, kicking my Ki into high gear and forcing myself to go faster. At this point, I'm pretty sure I was flying faster than Hawks' max speed.
It took only a few minutes of flying, thank god I was uninterrupted because I was flying so high.
I took a moment to contemplate myself landing like a normal person and just asking to see the principal... before deciding that I simply couldn't be fucked.
I quickly located his energy signature- god, just the aura of the mouse had me rethinking my life choices- and quickly smashed into his window at nearly 600 miles an hour before breaking down the door to his office and smashing into the wall behind it.
'Ow... I'll be feeling that one later.' I thought before coming back to my senses and realizing why I did that.
Pulling myself out of the wall, I walked over to the office before noticing the door completely off its hinges and with a hole right through it.
I grabbed it, put it back into the frame, and politely opened it before walking in.
"Good day, Mr. Principal!" I said before apologizing, "Sorry for breaking your window. And your door.. And your wall... However, I'd like to ask for but a moment of your time."
Nezu's smile turned predatory before leaning over and, I assume, turning off all the alarms that I could now hear blaring throughout the school.
"Of course, Young Goku. I've been expecting you for quite some time now, although I'm disappointed you haven't come sooner."
I did my best to formally bow, "I apologize, Mr. Nezu, sir. I had forgotten that I did not put an address on the form. Also, just Goku is fine. I'm not a fan of the whole 'Young' or 'Shonen' stuff."
Hearing a hum of acknowledgment, I stood up. Nezu offered for me to take a seat and I did. The rat principal stared at me for a while and I felt his aura shift quickly and sporadically, 'he must be thinking.'
"So, Goku," he called, turning my attention away from my thoughts, "I believe this is yours." He pulled out an envelope and slid it across his desk to me. My acceptance letter.
I grabbed it, putting it into my Gi, and thanked him before being cut off, "Of course, you did just break through my window, smash my door off of its hinges, and blow a hole into the wall behind it, though."
I internally groaned at his next words, "So, what are you going to do to remedy this situation?"
How the fuck am I supposed to pay for the damages? I don't even have a job let alone anything I could give to him to- . . . This cheap-ass RAT BITCH.
'fine...'
"Well, do you want some senzu beans?" I offered.
"Senzu... beans? I've never heard of those." The Chimera inquired.
"Of course you wouldn't, I'm the only person on the planet who owns them."
"And what are these 'beans'?" he asked.
"They're magical beans that heal most wounds and restore all stamina."
"...And how many of these do you have?"
"Well, right now I've got what was left in our emergency storage. But they're farmable."
"Deal!" The rat exclaimed in excitement.
~[Monkey Business]~
After that crazy mess, I was told where to buy my uniform and that orientation was on Monday.
TODAY WAS SUNDAY.
Not to worry, however, I was more than fast enough to buy everything I needed for tomorrow.
When morning came, I slipped on the uniform, which I was already starting to hate due to its tightness. After getting ready and putting my Gi in my newly-bought backpack, I flew down Mt. Paozu to my Hero Academia. (hehe, roll credits)
Landing in front of a building, I slipped inside. I'd rather not be searching for hours for Class 1-A, so I used my Ki sensing to find Bitch-ugo. And god damn, was his aura a shit show.
His aura was large, although not necessarily powerful, and it was red in color, the color I usually associate with malice or anger. This time it was most probably anger, knowing the pomeranian.
I made a plan last night that should let me talk about my future knowledge somewhat without having everyone be suspicious of me for being a spy or some stupid shit like that.
Unfortunately, even with the powers of a Saiyan, I don't get the "Bardock-Exclusive" Prophetic Visions.
Filled with confidence, I get to the hallway where classroom 1-A is located and I see a girl with brown hair and rosy cheeks talking to someone. Looking at her feet, I notice a yellow caterpillar-looking figure on the ground.
'I swear to god, Aizawa...' I thought, unamused.
Walking up to the door, I look at the ground while Izuku and Uraraka still haven't noticed me. Aizawa and I make eye contact for a couple of seconds before I looked up and tried to walk into the classroom.
"Excuse me," I said, interrupting their conversations, "Can I get through, please?"
The two turn to me before noticing that they were standing in the middle of the doorframe and apologizing to me while moving out of the way.
I notice the embarrassment leaking off of their auras, "It's alright, just try not to stand in front of the only entrance."
I walk past Iida, who looks about ready to scold the aforementioned two for blocking the way, "Oh, and by the way? Our teacher's here." I say, pointing past Uraraka's feet.
The entire class looks over to where I'm pointing and is immediately filled with confusion by the "Shota-pillar". We all take our seats as Aizawa introduces himself as our homeroom teacher and gets out of his sleeping bag. "It took you 8 seconds to sit down, except for Goku who just got here. That's unacceptable. Here in the hero course, I've got only three years to make you into pros. And we don't have any time to waste."
"Put these on and go change. Come outside once you're done." he finishes and pulls out a bunch of uniforms, sets them on the podium, and walks out the door.
I get up, noticing the shock on my classmates' faces before grinning and taking a uniform, "Well? You heard the man!"
Everyone rushed to get their uniforms as I was already on my way to the changing room.
As we all got to the field, I noticed Aizawa holding something. "Alright, settle down. We'll be doing a quirk apprehension test."
I heard some murmurs of confusion and despair at the idea of a test on the first day before Uraraka cried out. "But, Orientation! Aren't we going to miss it?"
U.A.'s resident hobo looks at her with the most deadpan expression I've ever seen, "Here at U.A., the teachers are allowed to teach however we please. That means I can run my class how I want."
Then, he looked at me, "Goku, what was your farthest throw in middle school?"
"Actually, I didn't go to a middle school. I was home-schooled." I answered honestly.
He slightly growled in frustration, "Whatever. Take this ball and throw it using your quirk. You cannot step outside of the circle."
Taking the ball from his hand, I walked to the center of the circle. 'Alright, you can do this. Should I use my wrathful state...?' I thought before deciding otherwise. If I did that, then I might lose control and I don't know how Aizawa's quirk would work on mine.
'Alright, maximum Ki then!' I pumped myself up before yelling and charging up my Ki.
I heard some gasps and noises of excitement coming from my classmates that probably indicate that my aura is now visible and moving quickly. Charing up to maximum power, I calmed myself before throwing the ball up into the air and flipping.
Hitting the ball with my foot, I kicked it as hard as I could, and... wow. My ears are ringing. Did I just break the sound barrier with a kick? I looked up to see the results and come to the conclusion that I did indeed break the sound barrier. Multiple times, in fact. Several visible cloud-like rings formed from where the ball started flying.
I looked to Aizawa-Sensei, noticing how his hair lowered as if it was floating before, and asked, "How'd I do?"
He looked at the scoring device before presenting the score to the class.
'956.4 meters? Damn, I did not expect that much. 250 more than Baka-go, Nice!' I thought to myself in amusement.
"Wow, this looks like fun!" I heard someone say.
"Hell, yea! We get to use our quirks!"
"Fun, you say?" Aizawa says before smirking, "I've got a limited amount of time to shape all of you into the best heroes you can be, and you think this will all be just fun and games? Today, we'll be doing a variety of tests to gauge your skill level. Whoever gets last will be expelled, effective immediately."
The entire class descended into an uproar. Hehe, they're right. This is gonna be so much fun.
"But, sir!" I heard Uraraka call out, "You can't expel us on the first day, we just got here! It's not fair!"
...Fair. I don't know why, but just the word being mentioned makes my blood boil. Fairness? What a joke. Was Grandpa's death an act of fairness? Was Eri's daily torture by Overhaul fair? All of the deaths following the war caused by the Liberation Front? Something inside of me got loose.
"Fair...?" I said, everyone shifting their attention to me.
I felt my Ki increase uncontrollably and a burning sensation on the back of my neck, but I ignored it. It wasn't the time for that.
"You think life is fair? Are natural disasters fair? Is the abuse and torture of children all over the world an act of fairness? NO!" I shouted at the class, noticing the fearful expressions on some of my classmates' faces. Am I in my wrathful state? Whatever, I don't care right now.
"Do you think that the untimely deaths of our friends and family are fair? It'll be our jobs as Heroes to make the world fair. And don't think for a second it'll be easy." With my speech finished, I walked out of the circle as I powered down. My anger got the best of me and I can't afford that. Not with that form. I'm lucky I was too focused on talking to do anything destructive while in that state.
"Ahem- well. He's right," Aizawa says, trying to shift the topic, "Now, get ready. We'll start with the 50-yard dash. Iida, Tsuyu, you're up first."
As Aizawa led everyone through the tests, I focused on other things. 'I know at some point that I'll be forced to, but I really don't want to use Super Saiyan. It's hard as it is controlling my Wrathful state, going beyond that wouldn't be preferable. Especially if I lose control and Aizawa can't stop me with Erasure.' I thought gravely.
Snapping me out of my thoughts, I notice something. More specifically, I notice someone's Ki. Someone is around the corner of the building- Oh! It's gotta be All Might. Huh... his Ki feels weird. Now that I think about it, so does Izuku's. They feel similar and Midoriya's is different than when I last saw him. Did he get One for All? Good. Kami and I only know that he'll need it later.
"Goku, Bakugo, You're up!" I hear Aizawa yell.
I get into position behind the line, as does Bakugo, "Sup, Kacchan."
"Where the fuck have you been, dumbass?" he growls to me. He's angrier than usual.
"Training," I say simply as I power up again.
Before he can respond, we hear the bot say "GO!" and we move. In less than a second, I'm already at the end. "0.27 seconds." The robot announces first.
"Wow, did you see that guy? He just vanished!"
"Yea, did he teleport?"
I smirk as I hear the bot say "4.13 seconds." Bakugo growls and I feel his aura flare up higher.
'Time to win.' I thought with Saiyan pride.
~[Monkey Business]~
For the grip strength test, I see several people trying their hardest. Right now the highest is Shoji with a grip strength of 540 lbs.
I put my all into it, flaring up my Wrath a bit, and squeezing hard on the grip tester.
"Woah!" I hear Kirishima exclaim from beside me, "Over 1200 lbs?! That's manly!"
"Heh, it sure is," I say to him, relaxing my hands.
The tests continued with the standard long jump, which I aced, and then standard exercises, like push-ups, sit-ups, and side steps, finally ending with the ball throw.
After all of it, Aizawa gathers the class, "Alright, it'd be easier to just show you your scores, instead of announcing them one by one."
I look at the scoreboard and notice I'm at the top. Looking over the list, I notice Bakugo in 4th and Izuku in last place.
Looking over at the green bean, I can practically feel the dread leaking off of his aura, only for it to turn to relief as Aizawa announces, "By the way, I lied about the expulsion. It was a logical ruse to make sure you all give it your best."
"Oh, thank god..." I hear Izuku say in relief.
Aizawa then started walking away, "There will be some forms you all need to pick up back at the classroom. Take them and move on to your next class."
Before he completely left, however, he turned to Izuku, "Midoriya, go get yourself fixed up by Recovery Girl and be ready for tomorrow. It'll only get harder from here."
"Y-yes, sir!" Izuku stammered in response. Classic green bean.
As everyone started leaving back to the classroom, I noticed Aizawa going a different way. I knew I could probably get back to the classroom quick enough to grab one of those forms and make it to class in time, so I decided to follow the grouchy, sleep-deprived man.
Hiding behind the corner after Shota walks around, I hear a booming voice. "That was a rotten move, Aizawa."
"Oh? Don't you have some sort of interview to get to?" Aizawa responds, sarcastically.
"'Logical ruse'. Hah! We both know you would have expelled Young Midoriya," All Might accused, "And since you didn't, that means that you see the same potential in him that I do!"
Aizawa stared at the blonde symbol, "... Sounds to me like you've been in the kid's corner this whole time." He turned away and started to walk forward, "He didn't have zero potential, I'll admit. But, it's going to get a lot harder for him if he doesn't take this seriously."
When I felt Aizawa's Ki get far enough, I turned the corner and revealed myself to All Might. "Ahem," The 'Number 1' was snapped out of his thoughts as he turned to look at me.
"Ah! Young Goku! What- er, What brings you here?" He asked, honestly sounding a bit pitiful.
"Hm... Not much. Just saw Aizawa-Sensei going this way and I got curious. Also, I already told Nezu this but please, drop the 'Young' stuff with me. It feels weird."
All Might scratched the back of his head, a bit of embarrassment leaked off of his weird Ki, and he apologized, "Sorry, Youn- um, Goku! If there isn't anything you need from me, however, I really must get going!"
I kept up my smile, "For sure, All Might." Then, I get an idea. Although I want the U.S.J. to happen, maybe it would be better if All Might was there. What could go wrong?
"Hey, before you go," I start as I try and put as much of a 'no argument' sort of 'commanding' feeling into my aura, "Don't take this as me criticizing you, I'm sure you know what you're doing, but maybe keep in mind to prioritize your students over your job as the Symbol of Peace, hm?"
Before he can get a word in, I turn around and start walking away, "Eh, just food for thought. See you soon, All Might!"
As I turn the corner, I hear the bell ring. 'Shit.' I think to myself as I raise my Ki and start flying back to the classroom.
'Hopefully, there's a window I can sneak into so I can grab that form. God, I wish I had Instant Transmission.'