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Chapter 3: School of Rock
Tiny, pale snowflakes dance through the twilight sky like ballerinas before landing softly just outside the restaurant that sheltered both Johnny and Gyro. It was the day after they had learned they had passed U.A.'s entrance exam and the Italian decided to celebrate their victory by taking his pupil out for some delicious soba. Needless to say the spin master didn't take "no" for an answer and practically dragged the cripple out of his apartment and across the city. Not that Johnny was going to refuse anyway. After learning about his admission, he couldn't help but feel the need to celebrate, though to a lesser degree than Gyro.
"So by the time the test ended, I amassed around sixty-five points," Gyro recounted his exam experience before he took a sip of his cherry-flavored cola that left a pleasant after taste on his tongue. "The robots were basically not even a threat as they were mowed down by my Steel Balls and with Valkyrie I was able to gain all that I needed within eight minutes! Not bad if I do say so myself."
"So you were able to make it by with pure skill, huh?" Johnny asked as he drank his own drink, a simple herbal tea that was bitter, but the American enjoyed the taste none the less. "I guess I was one of the few who made it in by pure luck."
"You got in by pure heroism and you know it, Johnny." The Italian gave his friend a firm slap on the back, nearly making him spit out his tea. "Besides, does it matter in then end? I mean we got in, so there isn't nothing worry about."
"Hmph… You say that, but you managed to get all the points you needed before time ran out. Probably could have gotten more if you wanted to…"
"Probably, but what would be the point? After the sixty-fifth point, there was no need to continue. So I simply hung back while the others desperately fought for anything they could get."
Johnny blinked at that before turning to face his mentor, but the long blonde haired youth didn't seem to notice as he chugged down his cola. "He stopped midway through the exam?" he thought quietly to himself. Though Gyro's score was impressive and something that would guarantee his admission into U.A., it was rather odd that he would stop when others were still amassing loads of points.
Yet that line of thinking was interrupted when the Italian turned his head to him. "Anyway, since we both got into U.A., did you get started with making your hero costume design yet?"
"…No…" Johnny answered as he focused on his tea, ignoring the grinning blonde beside him.
But Gyro wasn't going to allow him get out of this so easily. "Eh? Haven't I been telling you for the last few months to get that done already? You can't be a hero without a costume Johnny."
"Tell that to Luke Cage…"
"Fictional characters don't count! And at the end of the day, having a costume is way more popular this day and age. More likely to go pro with one." Gyro then gave his friend a grin, showing off his grills. "Besides, I think that it's mandatory in U.A."
"Damn rules…" Johnny didn't like the idea of dressing up in a silly getup, but he knew that it was inevitable. But if he was going to be forced to wear a hero costume, then he was going to make it to his taste. No way was he going to satisfy some stupid tradition if he wasn't going to dress up in style. Suddenly a thought occurred to him as he turned to blink owlishly at Gyro. "Speaking of costumes… what about you? What's your costume design going to be like?" Now it was the Italian's turn to examine his drink intently as the American gave him a blank stare. "…You have done it either, have you?"
"Yes I have!"
"Alright then, what is it?"
"…It's a secret. I want to reveal it at U.A. for a more dramatic appeal!"
Johnny rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his tea. "Which means you didn't design it yet if you're going to wait that long."
"S-Shut up! I got my design down already and it is going to blow all the other hero designs out of the water!" Yet Johnny continued to stare at him blankly, causing the Italian to change the subject quickly. He then slapped his hand down on the table they sat at. "Hey, waiter! Where the heck is our—?"
Before Gyro could finish his sentence, two steaming bowls of soba were placed onto to the table by their waiter. The mouthwatering smell of fresh noodles mixed with spices and freshly cooked chickened filled the air as both foreigners couldn't wait to dig into their meals. Yet before they could do so, Gyro whipped his head around, his eyes darting over the table and even looking under it. "Hey, where is the forks? You can't eat noodles without a fork."
The waiter gave him a perplexed looked as if didn't understand the question. "I'm sorry sir, but soba isn't meant to be eaten by a fork." The blonde-haired jockey stared at the man in disbelief, even as he produced two pairs of chopsticks and gave them to the youths. "Please enjoy your soba." He then left them to go attend other guests.
"What the heck?! I know Japan does things differently when it comes to noodles, but they could at least offer a fork or something as an option."
"You been living in Japan for nearly a year now and you never had noodles with chopsticks before?" Johnny asked with a deadpan expression as he carefully split his chopsticks in two. "I mean, I get where you're coming from, I don't like using chopsticks, but really? What have you been eating since you arrived in Japan?"
"Sweets, curry, homemade pasta, steak, and any fast food I can get my hands on." Gyro scowled as he tried to split his pair of chopsticks perfectly, but with not much success. "And even if I did have noodles, I normally have a fork on hand to eat them! How else would I eat noodles?"
"You're looking at it." As if to prove his point, the American took a bite out of his soba with his chopsticks, though he had a bit of trouble trying to grab anything but a few noodles in one go.
"You're not getting the point, Johnny…. It's like how you Americans use spoons for Spaghetti… That's not how you eat noodles at all!" The Italian let out a sigh, but stopped before a smile slowly grew on his lips. "But I do know there is something the both of us can get behind."
"What's that?"
"A toast!" Gyro raised his glass up high as Johnny blinked at him, a bit of noodles sticking out of his mouth. "A toast to our admittance into U.A. as well for our inevitable rise to becoming the best heroes in the academy!"
Johnny stared at his mentor for a moment, swallowing his noodles before letting out a chuckle. "Sure, why not." Grabbing his glass, he raised it up high till to lightly tapped Gyro's own cup with a sharp clink. "To becoming the best heroes in U.A."
With another tap from their glasses, both chugged their drinks in one go before setting them down to eat their food. Though they both knew that once their school year started, things would be difficult, more so than the entrance exam, but for now they would enjoy themselves even as the snow continued to fall peacefully outside.
"Geez, do they have to make these uniforms so stuffy?" complained Johnny as he tugged at his red-colored tie while rolling his way to his new academy. Months quickly came and passed by for the crippled youth and with it the first day of his new school life had finally arrived. A week prior he was mailed a uniform by the academy and Johnny didn't like it at all. It was too plain looking. A light grey suit, over a white dressed shirt and dark blue pants covering the legs. Adorning his feet were even plainer-looking white shoes. Hanging on the end of his wheelchair was a light-blue backpack. Yet the only thing that stood out from what he wore was his hat. He refused to part with it even when going to school.
Despite knowing that he was going to be attending a prestigious, world renowned academy, Johnny thought that he had some freedoms with how he dressed in class. "Then again, I never really read the dress code rules, so there is a chance that I could modify it a bit." he thought irritably. "Perhaps some pins and buttons along the collar? Maybe I can wear my wristbands…"
Letting out a sigh, Johnny gave one last tug at his tie before taking a right into another street. Yet he paused when he saw U.A.'s main building standing proudly in front of them. It was huge, with four towering structures connected by bridges while being surrounded by two sets of high walls that took up acres upon acres of land. It looked just like the exam building, but only bigger and had more than enough space for any and all training, as well school activities that were needed for bright, young heroes and students. Lastly, the U.A.'s insignia was displayed high above the main gate for all to see.
"They spared no expense, huh?" Johnny muttered to himself, though he had to admit that he felt a small sense of awe seeing the world's greatest academy for aspiring young heroes. He never thought that he would be attending the school a year ago, but now here he was and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity to learn of anything that might heal his legs.
"I know, right? U.A. is pretty amazing," a familiar voice said from beside Johnny, causing the American to blink before looking to his left. It was Gyro dressed in his school uniform, but still wearing his favorite hat and goggles as well his grills. Also holstered at his side was his Steel Balls. Even at school, they never left his side apparently. "Yo, Johnny! Looking good in your uniform, despite how plain and stiff they are…" As if to prove his point, Gyro grimaced as he tugged at his own clothes. "You would think that with U.A. being the best hero academy in the world they would have made their dress code a bit more cool looking or stylish."
"That's what the hero costumes are for, Gyro," Johnny said dryly.
"Hmm, maybe you're right… Still a bit of extra color would have made everything so much better."
"Yeah…" Johnny idly brushed his collar in distaste. "Definitely could be better…. Anyway, we should get to class."
"Right, rolling stones gather no moss after all, except if their Mick Jagger or Keith Richards. Nyo Ho!"
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, Gyro," sarcastically said Johnny as he already was pushing himself towards the gate of U.A.
"Heh, I'm glad you liked it! It's an original gag of mine."
"Of course it is."
"G-Good morning, Johnny, Gyro!" a sudden voice said from behind them just as they crossed through the main gate. Blinking, the two foreigners turned to see Midoriya, all dressed up in his own uniform, with the only difference between them being that he wore red shoes instead of white, smiling a bit nervously at them.
"Hello Midoriya," Johnny greeted the green-haired youth simply.
"Good morning, Midoriya!" said the Italian as he eyed Midoriya's uniform. "I see you made it into U.A. like the rest of us. Good job!"
"T-Thanks," Midoriya said as he scratched the back of his head before turning to face Johnny. "Though I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for—"
"Save it," said Johnny with a shrug, causing Midoriya and Gyro to blink. "Like I said before, we're even now. Besides the both of us passed the exam, that's what matters in the end." The curly haired boy stared the cripple for a moment before giving a simple grateful nod.
"Well that's a casual way of settling a life debt with someone." Gyro said, a playful grin on his lips. "Whatever happened to the long build ups, the tense atmosphere, and the grand speeches—" Before the blonde haired youth could finish his sentence the sound of academy bell chimed loudly, telling all that class was going to start soon. "Accidenti!" Gyro swore in his native language. "Looks like's we have to cut our conversation short! Johnny which classroom are you assigned? I'll roll you over there before heading to my class."
"I can get there myself, Gyro." Johnny swatted the Italian's hands before they could reach the handle bars of his wheelchair. "And as for your information, my homeroom is One-A. Can't be that hard to find it."
"One-A? That's also my classroom! Huh, what are the odds that we would be paired together in the same class, eh?"
"You're both in One-A too?" Both Gyro and Johnny blinked before turning to Midoriya, who gave a nervous gulp as they continued to stare at him.
"Huh, it really is a small world after all…" Johnny commented.
"It must be fate!" said Gyro, his grills flashed in the sunlight as a grin quickly grew on his face. "I guess the goddess of good fortune really wants us to work together to become the best of the best."
"H-Haha, maybe, but for now, I think we should get to class," Midoriya suggested.
"Right, well let's get going then." The Italian then spun on his heels before pointing to the entrance in a dramatic fashion. "Onward to our path of heroism!" Yet he blinked when he saw that Johnny was already rolling himself through the front doors. "Hey, wait up, Johnny!"
Both Gyro and Midoriya sped after the cripple before catching up with him. They then took an elevator up several floors before exiting into a long hallway. As they continued on their way, Johnny noticed that almost everything seemed to be bigger than what was considered to be normal. Especially the doors to the rooms they had passed by. It looked like they were made for giants, but it wasn't unlikely that some students had a giant-like Quirks. He wasn't the only to notice this as Midoriya commented at how huge the place was as they continued to walk forward. After a few more minutes they finally reached their destination.
Towering over the three of them was another large door with the symbols "One-A" written horizontally on it. "H-Here we are," Midoriya said nervously before eyeing the doorknob. "The most promising students in the world are waiting behind this door… all the elites from that group of examinees…"
"Take a deep breath, Midoriya," said Gyro, giving the curly haired boy an encouraging pat on the back. "We're not through the door yet and you're already getting school blues. Nyo ho ho!"
"S-Sorry. I'm just hoping that some scary people from the entrance exam are in a different class."
"Hmm? Oh! You mean that guy with the glasses?"
"Yeah… him and Kacchan…"
"Well, I'm sure they're in another class. I mean, there were plenty of other hero classes right?"
"Actually, I think there is just two this year," Johnny commented dryly.
"Whatever. My point is, that I sincerely doubt that they are in our class and everyone else is really nice."
"Well we won't know if we just stand out here." Johnny grumbled as he tapped a finger on the smooth metal of his chair.
"Uh, right," Midoriya said before taking a deep breath. "They have be in a different class, they just have to be…" He then grasped ahold of the door handle before pulling it aside and revealing the classroom to the trio.
"Remove your foot from that desk!" Tenya Ida severely exclaimed as he stood beside Bakugo, gesturing frantically at the wild haired boy. The other students in the room all simply stared at the exchange with varying degrees of interest. "Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A. before us as well as the craftsman who made the desk!"
"Like I care," said Bakugo, a cocky, arrogant smile on his lips as he tapped his foot on his desk. "What middle school are you from, you extra? I bet they taught you how to talk like you have a stick up your ass."
"… Do you want to revise your earlier prediction, Gyro, or are you still confident that they are only here for show?" Johnny asked sarcastically as he turned to give his mentor a deadpan stare while Midoriya could only look down in resignation.
The Italian scratched his square-like sideburns before giving a shrug. "Well… I guess lady luck wasn't with us today I suppose. Must have offended her or something before coming to school…"
"Yeah, that is totally the reason why you were wrong…"
As for Ida, he looked taken back by Bakugo's behavior. Clearing his throat he placed a hand at his chest before holding out the other towards the spiky, blonde-haired boy. "L-Let's start over. I'm from Somei Private Academy. My name is Tenya Ida."
"Somei?!" Bakugo said with a huff. "A stuck-up elitist, then? So you must think you're better than me. I should blow you to bits."
"You're awful!" Ida couldn't believe what he just heard as he stepped back in shock. "You would threaten your own classmate?! Do you really wish to become a hero?!"
The wild-looking youth let out another huff, but paused when he, and everyone else in the room, finally noticed the trio standing at the doorway. It was in this moment that Johnny got a good look at his fellow classmates. Most of them look rather normal looking, but they all had unique features that were hard not to notice. From a boy with six arms to a youth with a rock-shaped head, they all had something different about them.
Bakugo glared at Midoriya, who flinched under his gaze, but the glasses-wearing student beside him started to walk over to them, specifically towards the curly haired boy. "Good morning! My name is Tenya Ida and I'm from—"
"I heard you before!" Midoriya nervously interrupted the intimidating taller student. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. Pleased to meet you, Ida…"
Ida gave the boy a nod before placing both his hands at his sides, his expression turning serious. "Midoriya… you… You perceived the true nature of that practical exam. While I did not…! I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but you were the superior candidate!" As he grinded his teeth in shame, Midoriya could only give him a nervous, uncertain look while Johnny merely stared at Ida. As if feeling his gaze, the severe boy blinked before turning to face the cripple. "Ah! You were also in the same exam group as Midoriya and I. You also perceived the true nature of the exam when you saved—"
"I didn't perceive anything," Johnny interrupted the strict-looking youth, who blinked under as the American's gaze grew cold. "I just got lucky. So stop being overdramatic about it." With that said, Johnny pushed himself passed Ida and Midoriya, bumping into former along the way. The second he did however, Johnny felt eyes on him. Turning his head to the side, he saw the rest of his classmates staring intently at him, or rather, at his wheelchair. Some were already muttering to themselves or to their neighbors in low tones.
"How did he get into the Heroes Course in his condition?"
"He must have a special quirk or something to pass the practical."
"Wait, wasn't he the guy who called out Ida during the opening speech of the entrance exam?"
"What a strange looking hat he's got."
As the whispers dragged on, the American let out a sharp tsk, silencing the rest of students, some of which flushed red as they realized their rude behavior. Johnny barely gave them a second glance as he tried to find an empty seat. Yet before he could grab ahold of the handles to his wheels, he was stopped again by a loud and energetic voice.
"Ah! You're the horse rider from the entrance exam!" Blinking, Johnny once more turn to the side and was surprised to see the spiky, red haired boy from the entrance exam. "It's great to see you passed that entrance exam! I would have been bummed out if the person you saved me didn't make it."
"I can't tell if that is a compliment or a backhanded insult…" Johnny commented sarcastically, though Kirishima didn't seem to notice as he smiled happily.
"Wait, what's this about him being a horse rider?" asked a boy with blonde hair with black, lightning-shaped strokes around his bangs.
"He brought in an actual horse to exam?" another student, a girl pink skin and black eyes with yellow irises, as well having a few antennas sticking out of her head, asked as she curiously stared at Johnny. She wasn't the only one as many others were looking at Johnny in a new light.
"Yeah and it was awesome!" Kirishima exclaimed proudly. "It was so manly with him riding around like an American cowboy. We even worked together to take down a few robots."
"Not by my choice…" Johnny muttered.
Suddenly Kirishima blinked before turning to face the light-brown haired youth. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name! I'm Eijiro Kirishima! Nice to meet 'cha!"
The cripple didn't have to answer to the boy, but judging from the optimistic and outgoing personality Kirishima gave off, he was going to persist until he gave him a straight answer. "… Johnny Joestar." It was simple and not as energetic as the red head's, but judging by the smile on Kirishima's face, it was enough.
"So you're a foreigner, huh? That's cool! Are you from the U.S.A? That would explain why you chose you use a horse in the exam then."
As soon as the comment left the sharp toothed boy's mouth, Johnny gave him a flat look. "Of course, that's totally the reason why I chose use the entrance exam. It's because I'm an American." His sarcastic comment caused Kirishima give him a surprised look, but before he could say anything else, another voice spoke up.
"He isn't the only who brought in a horse," said Fumikage Tokoyami, a boy with a bird-like head, before nodding over at Gyro's direction. "That one was also using a horse during the exam as well." This caused everyone to blink before turning to face the Italian.
"Ciao a tutti! I'm Gyro Zeppeli." The blonde haired Spin user greeted his classmates with his signature grin.
"Gyro Zeppeli? The professional Italian horse jockey?" asked a girl with long black hair that had her bangs to right of her face while the rest was tied into a spiky ponytail.
"You know him?" A girl with dark purple, symmetrical hair and plug-like earlobes asked curiously.
"Not personally, but I heard about him coming to Japan last year for a race before retiring suddenly."
"More like extended hiatus than retiring," Gyro corrected with a shrug. "I might race from time to time, but more as a pleasurable pastime than anything else. Not after I found my true calling that is."
Johnny blinked at that before turning to stare at his friend. Despite practicing and learning the spin from Gyro, he knew very little as to why he wanted to become a hero in the first place. He was so focused on how to learn the spin and getting into U.A. that he never even considered to ask the blonde. "Now that I think about it, why would he give up on being a professional jockey, a good one at that, just to become a hero?"
"Ah! That curly hair!" A sudden cheerful voice interrupted Johnny's thoughts before he turned to see the brown haired girl that Midoriya saved during the exam. "The plain-looking boy."
The curly haired youth blinked in surprise at the sight of the kind girl—Ochako Uraraka if he remember her name correctly from the acceptance recording he received—but was never the less pleased to see another familiar face from the entrance exam. As she entered the classroom and drew closer to him, he couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her student uniform. Yet as soon as he registered that thought, he held down a splutter as heat immediately flooded his face, turning an embarrassing shade of red. Thankfully Uraraka didn't seem to notice as she merely started to wave her right hand around, mimicking Midoriya's smash from the exam.
"You got in! Just like Present Mic said! Makes sense though. That punch during the exam was awesome!"
"No!" Midoriya said humbly, if not shyly, as his hands desperately trying to cover his face. "I mean…! I have to thank you for speaking on my behalf… I… well…" He started mutter to himself as his face grew redder, causing some of his classmates to give amused chuckles at the sight.
"Looks like Midoriya already has a fan, Nyohoho!" Gyro chuckled to Johnny, who merely shrugged, not really caring in the slightest. Yet the cripple did notice Bakugo glaring intensely at Midoriya.
"What's this kid's deal anyway?" Johnny thought silently. "Why does he seem to have a grudge with Midoriya?"
"So we got our entrance ceremony and guidance sessions today, yeah?" Uraraka asked optimistically. "Wonder what our teacher'll be like? I can't wait to meet everybody, but boy am I nervous."
"If you're here to socialize, then get out," a sudden voice said behind Uraraka, causing everyone to blink before leaning forward to look behind her. Laying on the ground in the middle of the hallway was what looked like man with dark black hair and half-shaven beard wrapped up in a yellow sleeping bag, as if he was pretending to be a giant caterpillar. "Welcome to the U.A…. this is the Heroes Course…" Everyone stared in amazement at the strange man, who rummaged inside the sleeping bag before pulling out a small juice bag. He then took a huge gulp from it, sucking it dry in one go.
"Who's this guy?" Gyro asked, voicing the same thought that everyone else had.
"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?"
"So he's a pro hero too…?" curiously asked Midoriya, not recognizing the man at all despite studying nearly every hero in the world since he was a child.
"Don't tell me he's…" Johnny started to say as the man carefully stood up within the sleeping bag, before starting to take it off.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you." With that said, the yellow sleep sack fell to the floor, revealing the homeroom teacher to his students. He was about six feet tall, though it was hard to tell whether he was athletically built or not since he wore matching black outfit, with long sleeves and matching colored pants covering nearly every inch of his body. The only thing that wasn't darkly colored, was the gray scarf made of loose bands wrapped around his neck. If anything he looked rather washed up.
"… He's going to be one of those types of teachers, isn't he?" Johnny groaned internally as the haggard-looking man bent down to rummage through his sleeping bag before pulling out a blue, white, and red jumpsuit.
"Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds." He then tossed the clothes to Midoriya, who scrambled to catch it, before grabbing more and tosses to each student.
"Wait, what?" Johnny asked as he caught his own jump suit with one hand. Yet his teacher didn't say a thing. After all the clothes were given out, he started to leave, but stopped just before the door.
"Oh, right… There are locker rooms right before the exit to the school grounds. You can get changed there. I'll meet you all outside."
"W-Wait a second!" Ida exclaimed as he gestured frantically. "As our homeroom teacher, shouldn't you be taking us to opening ceremony?!"
Yet Aizawa ignored him and simply left without another word.
Silence fill the room as students first looked at each other before looking at their new gym clothes. At least until Gyro spoke up. "Well, there is no use standing around like a bunch of turkey in the rain." He then started to walk out of the room with Johnny following closely behind him. The others blinked, but soon enough Bakugo was right behind the two foreigners along with a white and red haired boy. Seeing this, everyone quickly followed their example, leaving their classroom behind and headed straight for the locker room. All the while wondering what their strange homeroom teacher had in store for them.
"A test… of quirks?!" Everyone shouted as they stared at their sensei in shock. As soon as they all finished changing into their gym clothes and gathered into the academy's athletic grounds, their teacher casually informed them of the test. To say that they were surprised that they were faced with a test on their first day would be an understatement. Midoriya quivered at the announcement and it took everything he had not let his anxiety show on his face.
Johnny too felt a bit of sweat starting to build up on his brow as he could only imagine what the test would entail. "What the hell…" He thought silently to himself as he stared coldly at his teacher. "Why would anyone have a test on the first day? Even private high schools back home aren't this cruel with forcing their students this much work, let alone the first thirty minutes of school…."
"What about the entrance ceremony?!" Uraraka asked their teacher in amazement. "Or guided lessons?!"
"No time to waste on that stuff if you want to become heroes," Aizawa answered simply, much to the brown haired girl's, as well the rest of her classmates', continued shock. "U.A. is known for its freestyle educational system. That applies to us teachers as well." This caused everyone give him questioning looks, but the teacher didn't seem to notice.
"So what you're saying is… that your teaching style is straight to the point with our hero training," Gyro concluded as he placed a hand to his chin.
"Precisely." The haggard-looking man then nodded over to obstacle course all around him. "Soft-Ball Throwing. The Standing Long Jump. The fifty meter dash. Endurance running. Grip strength. Side-to-side stepping. Upper body training. Seated toe training. You did all these in middle school, yes? Your standard No-Quirks-Allowed gym tests. This country still insists on prohibiting Quirks when calculating the averages of those records. In fact most countries in the worlds still adhere to this dilemma. It's not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating."
He then pointed to Bakugo who blinked at being chosen out among his peers. "Bakugo. How far could you throw in middle school?"
"Sixty-Seven meters," answered the spiky haired boy.
"Great. Now try it with your quirk." The teacher then tossed a metal baseball with a sensor bar to Bakugo. "Do whatever you need to. Just don't leave the circle. Give it all you got."
The blond stared at the ball in his hands for a moment before a wicked grin quickly split across his face. "Awesome." Stretching out his arms the youth quickly got into the designated circle for the event. Pulling his arm back slowly like a baseball player, Bakugo soon surged his arm forth. "DIE!" He roared as the ball left his fingers with a mighty explosion coming from his hand. As it were a rocket trying to escape orbit, the little sphere sped across the sky, leaving a black, smoky trail in its wake.
Gyro gave a sharp whistle as the ball finally reached its peak before starting to descend. "Not bad, though his form could have been better," he commented to Johnny before a grin grew on his lips. "Though I have to say… he certainly has a way with words. Probably says that every time he wants to use the restroom."
"What was that?!" Bakugo yelled out in anger as he turned glare murderously Gyro, who was now examing a nearby tree with keen interest.
"It's important for us to know your limits," Aizawa suddenly, cutting off the volatile boy's anger as he turned back to the teacher. The haggard looking man then raised a small device to his students just as the metal ball landed. Its screen suddenly lit up and the numbers "seven-hundred and five point three" displayed for all to see. "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."
"Whoa! This is awesome!" yelled Kirishima, as he smacked a fist into a hand. "Now I'm getting super pumped up for this test!"
"Seven-hundred and five meters?" Denki Kaminari, the boy with blonde hair that had a black lightning shaped strokes in it, said in disbelief. "Seriously? Isn't that a bit overkill?"
"I wanna go next," said Mina Ashido, the pink skinned, bug like girl said as he clapped her hands excitedly. "That looks like fun!"
"It does have a certain appeal to it if this is all the test has offer," Gyro agreed optimistically, though he eyed his pupil from the corner of his eye.
"So we can use our Quirks for real!" Hanta Seto, a tall boy with black hair and almond shaped eyes, said. "Man, the hero course is great!" The others also had similar thoughts as anticipation started to burn within their beings. All except for two who stared at the course around them with building dread.
Midoriya felt a bit of sweat started to build up on his head as the rest of his classmates continued to get pumped up "This is bad. I didn't know this was coming… I still can't control One For All and now I have to pass a test like this?" Suddenly another thought occurred to him and his eyes went wide as he turned his head to the cripple by his side. "Yet… I can get through most of these events fine… maybe… but this test won't work for Johnny!"
"Shit, this is bad," Johnny thought to himself as he felt a tingle of alarm shot up his spine. Unlike the others, he couldn't participate in most of the events that Aizawa listed earlier. "If that is the case, what will happen to me if I don't get a good score? This may be the first day of school, but I somehow doubt that failing to pass a test like this will be looked kindly down upon…"
"Awesome, you say?" Aizawa repeated out loud in cold tone, crushing the once cheerful atmosphere as they all stared at their teacher. "You're hoping to become heroes after three years here… And you think it'll be all fun and games?" He then lifted up his head and everyone took an unconscious step back under his ominous gaze, an even menacing grin forming on his lips. "Right. The one with the lowest across all eight events will be judged hopeless… and be expelled."
"You what?!" shouted Johnny as he, as well everyone else, stared at their teacher in disbelief. "That's complete bullshit!"
Aizawa ignored the American as he pushed back his hair. "Your fates rest in our hands. Welcome. This is U.A.'s Hero Course."
Most of the students muttered to the themselves in shock and horror at the prospect of being kicked out of their dreamed school, while others, especially Bakugo, relished the idea of a sink or swim test.
"The lowest scorer will be expelled…?" Uraraka said. "It's only the first day! I mean, even if it weren't, that's totally unfair!"
"Yeah! You can't just expelled students when we're still wet behind the ears!" Kirishima backed up the brown haired girl before pointing at the crippled youth who was glaring holes into Aizawa. "Besides Johnny can't even participate through most of the events. This is totally unmanly!"
"Natural disasters… highway pileups… rampaging villains…" The teacher listed off as he scratched his head, releasing a sigh as he ignored all the glares that were sent his way. "Calamity is always right around the corner. I'd say Japan, no, the world is full of unfair things. Heroes are the ones who correct and combat all that unfairness. If you were hoping to spend your evenings hanging out at McDonald's… I'm sorry to tell you that for the next three years… U.A. will run you through the wringer." He then met Johnny's gaze. "Life won't pull any punches even for someone like you, Johnny Joestar. If you want to become a hero then you're going to make due and pass this test." Aizawa allowed a menacing grin to cross his lips as he lifted a finger and pointed up. "That's Plus Ultra. Use all your strengths to overcome it all. So bring it."
Midoriya's mind was reeling as his teacher finished his speech. Not only was he at a complete disadvantage in this test, but Johnny even wasn't spared if he failed. This was beyond cruel, even if Aizawa's logic was sound.
As for Johnny he felt a bit of panic starting take control of his being. He knew that going to a Hero Academy was going to be difficult, but this went beyond his worse fears. If he failed now, then all the work he built up for the last year would be for nothing. He had to win no matter what. He just had to.
"Excuse me, but can I ask a quick question?" Gyro asked with a hand raised up high, causing Johnny to blink before turning to face him.
"Sure as long as it is quick."
"Is there a limitation on what we can use in this test? Since this is a quirk's based test, can we use things that would help push our abilities to their fullest?"
"You're talking about your Steel Balls, correct?" Aizawa eyed the green spheres at his side. "I have no objection with you using them in this test since they do help with your particular abilities." Gyro grinned at that and looked like he was about to say something else, but his teacher cut him off. "However, your and Joestar's horses will be prohibited in this test."
"What?! But I already got the special permits for them from the—!"
"This test has two functions: To access my students' abilities and see how they adapt to harsh conditions that are set forth for them. I commend you for sticking up for your friend and while a horse would have helped Johnny exceptionally, it's completely irrational. There will be times when his horse will not be there when he needs it and thus he will need to be prepared when that is the case."
Gyro clicked his tongued at the practically irrefutable logic the teacher gave off. What started like a good idea in his head quickly went downhill as Aizawa seemed to be unmovable in his decision to give Johnny some slack. Looking to his side, he saw Johnny gazing back at his teacher, but he was surprised when he saw something familiar in his eyes.
"Any more questions before we begin?" asked Aizawa, though his students were utterly silent as they tried to mentally regain the optimistic energy they had earlier. That is until Johnny broke the silence.
"…I see what you're doing," he said. "You're trying to cut out those who are worthless… Well, I may be a worthless, useless person, but I'll be damned if I fail now. I came this far to reach my goal and I won't let some stupid test keep me from it. So bring it on." His fellow classmates stared at the American in stunned silence after he finished his declaration, but Johnny didn't seem to notice as his eyes were focused on Aizawa. Gyro and Midoriya blinked when they saw a familiar dark flame burning with his pupils and they both knew instantly that the crippled youth would go to any lengths to succeed in this test.
Aizawa's gaze never left Johnny's as the seconds dragged on. "…Very well, show me what you got, Johnny Joestar." He turned his attention towards the rest of his students, who flinched under his scrutiny. "The demonstration is over. Now the test begins for real."
"Three point zero four seconds!" A female voice from a nearby camera-robot shouted out as Ida ran passed the finish line of the fifty meter dash event.
"Could Ida be related to Mercury or a cheetah I wonder?" Gyro joked to Johnny as a frog-like like girl by the name of Tsuyu Asui soon followed after the black haired boy, hopping across the white line and earning a time of five and a half seconds.
"I think he's more of a car," Johnny said absently, not really caring as he was focused on trying to figure out how to get past every event without being last.
"Hah! You're probably right." The Italian's face then became serious as the next runners got up into their positions. "Try not to go overboard with this test, Johnny."
"Of course, Gyro, I was simply going to take my time with each event and allow everyone to pass me by."
"That's not what I meant. Look, I know how you're feeling right now, but don't let this test get to you. Just don't do something stupid just to prove your worth." Gyro then gave this pupil his signature grin. "However, that doesn't mean you don't have to show off. After all, Aizawa says he's looking how well we do with our abilities. So show him that you have the potential of a real hero, Johnny!"
"Hmph. We'll see if I'm capable of being a hero by the end of this." The cripple gave a snort as he turned to watch Ashido and a glittery-looking boy by the name of Yuga Aoyama finish their own run. Though he paused when he saw Aoyama use his quirk, a bright, shiny laser that shot out his belly, to basically propel him forward with ease. It was ridiculous to say the least, but Johnny couldn't deny that it was rather clever.
Next up was Midoriya and Bakugo. Though he was interested to see how well the former would do, it was clear that he was been outshone by the latter, who used his explosions to propel him faster and longer than Aoyama could. In the end, the wild, blonde haired boy earned one of the fastest scores of the entire event. As for Midoriya, he ended the race with one of the lowest which confirmed something for Johnny.
"He still can't properly control his new power." This surprised Johnny as he would have thought that Midoriya would be able to use a slither of his new power, but it was clear that wasn't the case. It was confusing to say the least, but then again, it took him even longer to get some form of accuracy of his stand and even longer to properly use the basics of the Spin.
"Um, excuse me…" The American blinked for a moment before turning his head to the side to see Uraraka. "Joestar, was it? So, um… Do you want me to lighten your wheelchair's load with my Quirk?"
The cripple gave her a raised eyebrow at her sudden offer, eyeing her suspiciously as another pair of students finished their run. "Why would she give me an offer like that…? Unless…" Suddenly Johnny's brow furrowed as a bit of irritation started to well up inside of him. She was taking pity on him. It was infuriating that even here people still gave him pity just because of his disabilities, but at the same time he didn't want to refuse her offer either. In this sink or swim test, he needed every advantage he could get. Yet he knew that, even if he wanted to, he wasn't going to get any help what so ever. "No thanks. I doubt our teacher would even allow that." He gestured to said teacher who was eyeing them even as they spoke. He then started to turn around causing the brown haired girl to blink. "Also call me Johnny."
"O-Oh, ok," she said as scratched the back of her head. "I'm sorry for bothering you then, Joes—Uh, I mean, Johnny. Good luck on your test!"
The American didn't even bother to respond as he rolled himself up to the starting line beside Gyro. Taking a deep breath, Johnny stretched out his arms for seconds before grabbing ahold of his wheel handles. The Italian gave his pupil one last encouraging grin before bending down to get into the proper running position.
As soon as the announcement shot went off, both foreigners dashed down the path. Johnny gritted his teeth as he gave it his all and tried to make his wheelchair go faster with every spin of the wheel. To his credit, he was able to outpace his friend by a small bit, mostly due to his wheelchair and the effort he was putting into it, but all that changed when Gyro decided to get serious.
Without even slowing down, the Italian grabbed ahold of his Steel Balls, which instantly spun to life in his hands, before placing them on his legs. As soon as the metal spheres touched his pants, the entirety of his legs twisted and rotated. For a brief moment, Johnny wondered what his friend was doing, but blinked when his mentor practically leapt when he made his next step. What started as a decent pace quickly turned into a professional sprint as Gyro was now ahead of the cripple by a few feet.
Johnny's eyes went wide at the sudden display before letting out a growl as he tried to keep up with his mentor. Yet as quick as it started, the event ended as the two foreigners crossed the finish line. Gyro holstered his Steel Balls as he received a score of five seconds while Johnny ended with nearly seven seconds.
"Shit..." Johnny panted out, a bit of sweat forming on his brow and he gripped the handles of his wheelchair tightly.
"Cheer up, Johnny," said Gyro as he stood in front of his pupil. "There is still seven other events left." Suddenly he blinked before tilting his head to the side. "Hey, why didn't use Spin on your wheelchair? You could've made yourself the fastest in this event."
Johnny grimaced as he let out a snort. "If I did that I would have busted the wheels of my chair. I still have trouble controlling the spin when it comes to larger objects and I don't want to risk ruining the only thing that can help me move during this test."
"Smart decision." Gyro then suddenly grinned at his student. "Though that means we're going to be doing extra practice after class today."
"Oh wonderful, I can't wait for that."
"That's the spirit, Johnny!" The Italian's expression quickly became serious as he turned towards to the area where the next event was going to be held. "At any rate, let's focus on winning this test and come out on top." Without another word, Gyro started to walk off where the rest of their classmates gathered.
"Coming out on top, huh?" Johnny scoffed as he started to push his wheelchair after his friend. "More like trying to survive this hell…"
The next four events went by quickly and with their passing, Johnny felt increasingly anxious about his chances of passing the test. His classmates were able to use their Quirks to the fullest to surpass the American in each event. Even Gyro was able to use the Spin to get decent scores, which earned the jockey some mutters from his classmates as they tried to figure out what his Quirk was. The only one who was doing just as bad as him was Midoriya, who looked just as distressed as himself. He would have sympathized with the curly haired boy, but at the moment his mind was desperately trying to figure out a strategy that would impress Aizawa.
Finally the fifth event came and this time it was ball throwing. Several students already lined themselves up to throw the spherical sensor across the obstacle course except for Bakugo. Apparently his demonstration from earlier still counted as a score for the event so he was exempted from it all together.
By the time it was Uraraka's turn, only Gyro, Johnny, and Midoriya were left. However, when the brown haired girl finally threw her ball, it blew everyone else's scores out of the water. As soon it left her finger tips, it floated upwards none stop till nobody could make it out even as it breached through orbit. Everyone was stunned by the display, yet they were more shocked when their teacher presented Uraraka's score.
"Infinity!? Wow! The infinitely symbol actually popped up!" Almost everyone shouted, their jaws dropping open even as the brown haired girl scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. Yet as the others praised Uraraka for her accidental achievement, Johnny and Midoriya could only feel the pressure reaching its limit with them.
"As if anyone can compete with that!" The American thought as sweat now dripped down the side of his face. "There is has to be something I can be good at in this damn test! Think dammit. Think!"
"You're up next, Gyro Zeppeli," called Aizawa, causing Johnny to blink as he turned to see his mentor step up into the designated circle with a ball in hand.
"Dude, I wonder how well Gyro is going to do in this event?" The cripple blinked at the sudden question before turning to his right to see Kirishima standing next to him, watching the Italian warm himself up with some minor stretching exercises. "His Quirk is rather weird, don't ya think? I mean, he has to use those green balls to use it. I don't think I have ever heard of a Quirk like that before."
"That's because it's not a Quirk," Johnny said absently, if not a bit harshly; being both annoyed by the way the red head was trying to warm up to him and irritated that he still hasn't come up with anything that would help him succeed.
"Ah, I see. That makes…." Suddenly the red haired boy blinked once then twice before his eyes suddenly went wide as he turned to stare at the cripple. "Wait, What?! He's Quirkless?!" As soon those words left Kirishima's mouth, nearly all their classmates turned sharply to stare at him before turning their intention to the Italian.
Yet before anyone of them could utter out a single word, Gyro turned towards his pupil and said, "Johnny! Pay close attention now otherwise I'm going to make you perform twenty roundabout exercises after school." Johnny gave the long haired youth a scoff, but never the less focused on watching every muscle that Gyro moved.
Without another word, Gyro caused the ball in his hand to spin intensely. This awed his classmates as the metallic sphere continued to gain speed before the Italian closed his grip and turned to face forward. Pulling his arm back, the muscles rotating along with the rest of his body, before swinging forward in a single graceful motion. If Bakugo was trying to imitate a professional baseball pitcher earlier, then Gyro was an ace as the ball left his fingers like a bullet from a gun.
Zipping through the air, the ball didn't reached as high as others, but it didn't matter as the ball already reached passed a hundred meters. Yet it didn't slow down. Meter by meter, it continued to glide across the field with ease and the students present wondered if perhaps it would reach Bakugo's own length. Finally it did eventually start to slow down before hitting the dirt with a hop, continuing to spin about a few more inches forward until it stopped.
As soon as he was sure it was completely still, Aizawa held of up his monitoring device for all to see. They were all shocked by what was displayed. "Three-hundred and five meters?!" they shouted in disbelief.
"But how is that possible if he doesn't have a Quirk?!" the girl with long black hair that was tied into a pony tail, Momo Yaoyorozu, asked in shocked awe.
"It's the Spin," Aizawa explained, causing almost everyone to blink while Gyro had a satisfied grin growing on his face. "It's true that Zeppeli is registered as Quirkless, but he has a technique called the Spin which gives him the ability to manipulate and control rotational power."
"The Spin?" asked Rikido Sato, a brown, spiky hair boy with a muscular body. "I never heard of ability like that before."
"That's because the people who founded it in Italy centuries back were very protective of it. Only people from that country are allow to learn it, or at least so I'm told."
"You're correct," Gyro confirmed. "But I should add that it's only recently that people outside my country can learn the technique. Though under very special circumstances and they must have potential for the Spin to begin with." The others stared at the Italian jockey in awe, but a sudden cough from their teacher brought them back to the current task at hand.
"Right, right. You'll learn all about this later in the school year. At any rate, were wasting precious time, so let's move on with our next participant." The haggard looking man then turned to Johnny. "You're up, Johnny Joestar."
The cripple didn't even bother to acknowledge the man, or his classmates who wished him good luck, as he already was heading over to the circle as soon as Gyro left it. As soon as he was within the white ring, the youth leaned down to grab a metal ball. Yet as he pulled himself back up, his hands shook uncontrollably as sweat continued to build up upon his brow.
"God dammit, stop shaking!" Johnny mentally shouted at his arms, but they refused to listen. "Out of all the events, this is one that I can do just fine…. Yet why am I shaking?" Yet he already knew the answer. After seeing Bakugo, Uraraka, and even Gyro give such stunning performances there was little hope that he would even make as big of a splash as they did. The crushing weight of their success, as well his failures of the last events, weighed heavily on his soul and it was practically suffocating.
"You shouldn't have gotten into this academy." All thought was wipe clean from Johnny's head as he heard those words before turning to see Aizawa now standing just outside the circle and talking in a low tone that only the cripple could hear. "I saw your performance in the entrance exam. It was rather impressive for someone like you, but take away your horse and your practically incapacitated."
"W-What the hell are you talking about?!" Johnny growled, though his voice didn't reach far enough for the rest of his classmates to hear. "Who are you to decide—"
"Your disabilities inconvenience those around you." Aizawa stated in a cold tone, his piercing gaze cutting off whatever else Johnny had to say. "Your Stand is incredible, I'll give you that, but being a hero is more than simply beating the bad guy. If you were unhorsed in during a fight or a natural disaster you would've only placed everyone at risk. As of right now, you have no chance of being a hero."
Johnny's mouth felt dry as he stared at Aizawa in disbelief. He wanted to argue with him, to prove that somehow he was wrong, but he couldn't muster the will to say a single syllable. The anxiety and fear he experienced earlier had now reached a towering peak, one that seemed to be impossible to climb over.
Aizawa gazed at his student for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Take your shot, Johnny Joestar." That was all he said before moving back a few steps to give the American some room. Yet the light-brown haired youth didn't move a muscle.
Instead he looked down as a bleak expression took hold of his face. "He's right… I can't do it. No matter what I do, I'll never move on up. I can't believe all the work was for nothing...! In the end, I'm still a—"
"Johnny!" A sudden shout brought the cripple out of his thoughts as he turned to see Gyro staring at him, a hand on his hip and leaning to side. The others were caught off guard by the Italian's sudden outburst, as well his strange pose, but he didn't seem to care as his attention was focused solely on Johnny. "Lesson three!" This caused everyone, including their teacher, to give Gyro puzzled expressions, some tilting their heads to the side as they tried to figure out what the Italian meant.
The American merely blinked at the sudden declaration, but his eyes slowly widened as he remembered his lesson. Suddenly the towering wall of anxiety started to crumble apart in his mind and confidence burst forth, filling his entire being. Furrowing his brow as the burning dark flame returned, now brighter than ever. Raising his hand up, the ball suddenly started to spin just like with Gyro, causing his classmates to gasp even as he pulled his arm back.
"This is...!" uttered Aizawa, dropping his calm demeanor even as his student continued retract his arm till he was ready.
Letting out a mighty cry, Johnny threw the ball forward with everything he had, nearly throwing himself off his wheelchair in the process. Slicing through the air, the little sphere flew at an incredible pace that nearly rivaled Gyro's own pitch. The other students could only gape as the spinning ball already reached passed a hundred meters. Yet it quickly reached its peak and started to descend.
Or at least it would have if not for something smacking into it, causing the ball to lurch forward with the sudden extra momentum.
Blinking surprise, everyone turned to Johnny and saw Tusk flying over the cripple's shoulders, a nail starting to spin from his now star-covered right hand. "W-What the heck is that?!" Nearly all the students shouted in disbelief as they stared at the pink little elephant while Gyro merely grinned. Even Midoriya gave an awed smile as he recognized the light-brown haired boy's Stand.
"It's that little floaty thing from the exam!" exclaimed Kirishima as he recognized the weird little creature.
Yet before they could say anything else, Johnny let loose another nail from his hand. Like before it crashed into the metallic ball before it could descend. He continued to do this till he ran out of nails in one hand before quickly using the other. Each shot adding more energy into the ball, forcing it further bit by bit. He only missed thrice, letting out a curse in his native language each time, but by the time he shot his last nail-bullet, it was more than enough. Like a meteor crashing down onto Earth, the ball landed with a thud.
Looking down at the score, Aizawa blinked at what he saw before showing it to rest of his students. "Two hundred and eight meters?!" most exclaimed in awe.
"Nyo Ho Ho! Nice job, Johnny!" Gyro congratulated his pupil, but the paraplegic ignored him. Instead Johnny turned to meet Aizawa's gaze, Tusk still clinging to his shoulder.
"Do you think I still have zero chance?" he asked, his eyes filled with determination and renewed confidence.
However Johnny blinked when he saw Aizawa giving him a brief smile. "Not bad…" he said. "Now get out of the circle so Midoriya can take his turn and finish up this event."
"Sensei, what is that thing?!" Kaminari asked as he, and most of his classmates, came over to crowd around the American and stare at the little pink elephant.
Tusk suddenly floated towards the blonde head, causing him to panic and tripped over till he landed on his butt. "Chumin~in!" It chimed before moving to examine the other students, who also took an unconscious step back as the Stand floated around almost cheerfully.
"I-Is it a Quirk?" asked Mashirao Ojiro, a boy with short, blonde hair and had a huge tail with a hairy tip.
"It's kinda cute…" said Asui as she took a step closer to the little creature, who then floated over to the frog-like girl and start to tug on her long, black hair.
"It's not a Quirk," Johnny told them as he was starting to get annoyed by how everyone was too close to him. "I don't have a Quirk. This is my Stand."
"Wait, what?!" asked Kirishima, taking his eyes off Tusk, who now floated over to examine Tokoyami's yellow beak. "You're Quirkless too?! Also what's a Stand?"
"Both Gyro Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar are registered as Quirkless," Aizawa stated as everyone blinked before turning to face their teacher once again. "And before you ask, Joestar has an ability called a Stand which is similar to Quirks, but are extremely rare… Though I'm surprised that he can use the Spin as well." He eyed the American from the corner of his eye before turning his gaze to Gyro for a moment. He then let out a sigh as his gaze returned back to his inquisitive students. "At any rate, clear out of the circle already. We're wasting too much time as it is. You'll all learn about Stands later during the course of this year, so no more questions."
The students grumbled at that, but never the less started to move away from the circle while Tusk started to phase back into Johnny's body. The American started to follow after his classmates, but stopped when Midoriya started to head over to him. "Great job, Johnny!" he congratulated the youth with a smile. "That was a really creative using Tusk to shoot the ball forward."
"… Thanks." Johnny said simply. "Good luck, Midoriya…" With that said, Johnny pushed himself pass the curly haired boy before moving himself over to where Gyro stood.
"You did great, Johnny!" the Italian applauded his pupil. "With this I'm sure you'll pass the test."
"I still got three other tests to go, Gyro," Johnny said dryly as he turned to around to see Midoriya preparing to throw his ball.
"You know you could be a bit more optimistic about this. Besides with that display of your Stand and the Spin, I would be really damn shocked if you didn't pass this thing."
Johnny was about to let out a scoff, but paused when he saw Midoriya throw his ball, only for it fall extremely short. This puzzled him as for a moment, he thought the curly haired boy was going go all out, judging from his expression moments ago. His confusion only increased when he noticed the youth looking shocked by what just happened as well.
That is until he saw his teacher's hair rising up ominously along with his scarf. "I erased your Quirk," Aizawa stated as he walked over to Midoriya.
"Erased…?!" Midoriya said in shock before noticing something that was once hidden underneath his teacher's scarf. "Wait… Those goggles… of course! He's the Erasure Hero, Eraserhead!"
"What kind of dumb title is that?" commented Johnny as he eyed his teacher sudden change of appearance warily.
"Don't know," admitted Gyro, "but judging from what he just said, he must have the ability to erase Quirks temporarily."
"It's no surprise you haven't heard of him," a sudden voice said from behind them, causing the foreigners to blink before they both turned to see Ida who had hand on his chin. "He's an Angler-Type Hero, but from what I read he hates media appearances so most of the work he performs doesn't show up on the news." The dark blue haired boy then tilted his head to side. "Though I'm puzzled as to why our teacher would erase Midoriya's Quirk so suddenly."
"He doesn't have Quirk!" Bakugo suddenly exclaimed angrily at Ida, catching the boy and everyone else within earshot, off guard. "He's nothing but a Quirkless runt!"
"Quirkless?! I mean I can get why you would think that after hearing about Gyro's and Johnny's conditions, but I can assure you that he has a Quirk. You must have not heard about his feats during the practical exam."
"Huh!?"
As the two started to bicker amongst themselves, Johnny frowned slightly. "That's odd. I thought they already knew the details about Midoriya's new Quirk. Unless… he's keeping it hidden. Yet if that is the case, why would he do something like that?"
Suddenly his attention was drawn back to Midoriya, who was now wrapped up in Aizawa's scarf. Though he couldn't hear what they were saying from where he stood, Johnny could tell it wasn't uplifting as the curly haired boy's face became bleaker by the second. "He's probably giving Midoriya the same treatment he gave me…" This caused the American to grimace as he briefly remembered the despair that nearly swallowed him whole. Although he no longer owed Midoriya anything, Johnny felt a bit of compassion—not pity, he wouldn't dare give something he detested to him—for the once Quirkless youth and for a brief moment, he wanted to see him prove Aizawa wrong. Suddenly the teacher let go of Midoriya and moved off to the side.
"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice," mused Ida.
"Yeah. The instruction to leave this school," Bakugo said hopefully as he continued to glare daggers at Midoriya.
Johnny rolled his eyes at last remark, but a part of him was still curious as to why the wild-looking blonde had it out for Midoriya.
For a brief moment the curly haired boy looked down and seemed to be muttering to himself. Yet he soon lifted up his head and Johnny saw something familiar in his eyes. The flames of determination burning brightly in those green orbs as he started to pull his arm back. What happen next gave everyone one last surprise for the day.
Surging his arm forth, the ball left his fingertips with a mighty smash, sending a modest shockwave across obstacle course. The ball flew higher and farther than any other ball thrown, except for Uraraka's, as if trying pierce the heavens themselves before coming rushing back down like a falling star. The ball landed with a few hops and Aizawa's eyes widen as he looked at the kid's score before showing it to the rest of his students.
"Seven-hundred and five point three?!" they all shouted.
"Holy crap!" exclaimed Gyro, his joking demeanor completely gone from his face as his mouth hung open before turning to his pupil. "When you told me that Midoriya took out the giant robot in the exam, I thought you were exaggerating." Johnny didn't say a thing, but a small grin grew on his face as he watched Midoriya turned to his teacher.
"Mr. Aizawa…" he said, his eyes brimming with tears, but had a confident smile on his lips as he held up a clenched hand. Johnny blinked when he saw his index finger looking swollen and red. "I can still move!"
"This kid…!" said Aizawa and Johnny was surprised by the pleased grin on his face.
"First he chews out both of us then is pleased when we defy his expectations…" The cripple muttered. "Make up your damn mind already." Giving a shrug, Johnny turned his attention back to Midoriya who coincidentally met his gaze. They simply stared at each for a moment before Johnny gave him an approving nod, causing the boy to return with one of his own.
While the others cheered Midoriya's amazing feat, some even wondering if it set a heroic record in U.A., there was one who wasn't happy at all. "What the hell?!" Bakugo roared as he launched himself forward with his explosions, charging directly at the curly haired boy, who let out a yelp as he tried to back away. "Explain yourself, Deku!"
But before he could take another step further, several strong grey bands wrapped themselves around his person, locking him into place as the explosions in his hands suddenly stopped. Bakugo let out a growl as he tried to struggle, but the cloth merely tighten with every move he made. "This a capture weapon made of carbon fibers and a special alloy wire." Aizawa explained as his hair was standing on end while his eyes strained as he stared at Bakugo. "Geez. Stop using your Quirk already… I'm getting dry eye over here!"
The wild, spiky haired boy let out a growl, but stopped struggling as it became apparent that he wasn't going to get what he wanted. Seeing this, Aizawa cancelled his Quirk and recalled his scarf. "What a waste of time." He then turned to the rest of his students. "Prepare for the next event."
"Wow, I never thought to see the physical embodiment of explosive anger before, but here it is," Gyro joked to Johnny.
"Ha, ha, ha. That was a good one, Gyro." Johnny dryly said as he was already moving towards the next event area.
"I know right, I really should start writing these jokes down! Maybe keep a joke book on me or something."
"I'm sure you'll think of something." Yet Johnny barely paid the jockey any attention as his eyes lingered on Bakugo, who continued to glare furiously at Midoriya as if his very existence insulted him.
The remaining events quickly came and went without nothing special, but by the end of it Johnny felt tense. Though he noticed that he wasn't the only. Not only was Midoriya looking rather nervous, a good chunk of his classmates also looked anxious as they waited for their teacher to display the results of the test.
"Moving along, it's time for the results," announced the teacher as he pulled out a remote from his pocket. "Also… I was lying about expelling someone." It took a moment for Aizawa's words to register with everyone before expressions slowly became ones of pure disbelief. To make things all the more frustrating, their teacher gave them all a very satisfied troll face. "That was a rational deception meant to bring out the best in all of you!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Most of the students shouted out in shock, some of which looked like they were about to faint as their legs trembled violently. Others, however, had a very different response.
"Well of course it was a lie…" Yaoyorozu said as she looked at her classmates in surprise. "Didn't take much to figure that out… I'm sorry, maybe I should have said something."
"Nyohoho! Now that is a twist I didn't see coming," laughed Gyro. "Don't you think so, Johnny?"
Yet Johnny didn't say a thing as he was still reeling from his teacher's revelation. One of the hand, he felt completely upset and angry that his teacher made him feel like crap for his stupid little rational deception. Yet on the other hand, he felt immense relief. He didn't have to worry of being kicked out of school on his first day anymore and that took a huge load off his mind.
He then was brought out of his shocked when he noticed the scores for the test. He was dead last in the test with Midoriya above him by one slot. If Aizawa was serious about his threat, then Johnny would have truly been let go without hesitation. Letting out a heavy sigh, Johnny knew that this wouldn't be the last difficult trial he would face in U.A., but for now he reveled in the fact that he survived. Yet this experience only hardened his resolve. He would get stronger and he would rise higher until he finally regained the use of his legs.
"Aizawa, you big fat liar!" The haggard-looking teacher paused mid-step just as he rounded a corner before turning to face the one who spoke. It was All Might, his signature smile on his face as he wore a professional suit that fit really well for his new role as a teacher.
"All Might…" said Aizawa. "So you were watching… Good to know that you don't mind wasting time."
The Symbol of Peace ignored the man's quip and instead held up a hand. "A rational deception?! April Fool's Day was a week over ago. Last year you expelled an entire class of first years! You mercilessly discard those with zero prospects. But now you go back on your word? Could it be…?" He then pointed a finger at Aizawa. "That boy, Midoriya… You sense his potential as well, yes?! And not just him, but Johnny Joestar. I was a little worried about the young lad when I first saw him, but I'm more surprised that you didn't fail someone of his condition on the spot due to your high expectations for students."
Silence filled the air as the shaggy haired teacher eyed All Might for a moment. "… As well? You will be supporting Midoriya?" This caused the muscular hero's hand to twitch at the question, but Aizawa was already moving on. "I understand that's usually not your style, but… He's doesn't have no chance. That's all I will say." He scratched his head before looking up at the sky. "As for Johnny Joestar… he too doesn't have no chance of being a hero… Frankly I was expecting him to crash and burn, but… If he and Midoriya had no prospects at all, I would have cut them both loose. There is nothing crueler than letting someone chase dreams that'll never come true." Aizawa then turned around and started to walk away, leaving All Might alone.
"So this is you being kind then, Aizawa…" The world's greatest hero thought to himself. He originally was worried that Midoriya would fail miserably as soon as he learned he was assigned to Aizawa's class, but he was pleasantly surprised by the day's outcome. Once again he felt he chosen the right person to be the heir to One For All when he saw the boy regulate its power somewhat. Yet what surprised him further that day was Johnny Joestar impressing Aizawa. "That is no small feat in itself, but from an objective stand point… he had less of a chance than young Midoriya…" His smile then grew wider on his face before letting out hearty laugh. "Well done, Johnny Joestar. I'm sure you'll become a fine hero, just like how I know Midoriya will be the next Symbol of Peace."
Author's Note: Ok, I will make this short since a techincal error screwed up the editing for this chapter on fanfiction, at least in the Author's note anyway. In short, I hope you liked this chapter as it was really fun to do. The next chapter wont be for a while since I want to show some love to my other stories.
Also, the schedule for updates will be slow due to my summer job taking up all my time and making me tired. So yeah, sorry about that, but please bear with me while I try to get through another summer of "fun".
Now for review responses! Though they will be rather short due to how tired I am at the moment.
Also stats for stands and characters will be postponed again until later.
Karlos1234ify: Thanks for your kind words! :)
odflou: sadly no. No presidential assassinations in this story. maybe~! :P All joking aside, Johnny and Gyro are best jobros :P
The Infamous Man: Thanks again for your kind reviews and I hope to deliver more awesome chapters for you to enjoy!
Guest #1: It still takes time for Act 1 to regenerate nails. Not very long, but still a little while before Johnny get's a full set. One of the reasons why Johnny was panicking during his fight with Sandman was due him running out of nail-bullets to quickly and despite them growing back, they weren't fast enough for the fight. Though I will keep your words in mind. Thanks for the review!
Slim Slade: Maybe. No plans at the moment.
ARSLOTHES: Thanks! I really appreciate your kind words!
jalen johnson: Glad to peak your interest for Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and yes, My Hero Academia is really cool!
kagemoto: Hamon won't make an appearance. Izuku won't have Hamon. There WILL be other Stand users, though that is the only spoiler you guys are getting. And I'm glad you are liking my work.
TheLunaticChild: Glad you're liking my story and I hope to continue to live up to each character's personality.
Ducks: It Just Works alright! :P
ThatOneGuy: No spoilers on the Stand Arrow or Requiem Stands, if they do show up. So you'll have to wait and see! :D
Guest #2: Johnny and Gyro might be on the same team, maybe. Also no current plans for pairings as of yet. Maybe later though.
Guest #3: I have no plans for Diego or Valentine showing up as of yet, but I will say I won't be ruling them out. And even then I still need to consider what impact and role they will have on this story if I do decide to have them. Maybe minor or major, but as of now, no plans.
Guest #4: Maybe. :P
StoopKid241: Thank you for liking my story and I really appreciate your comments. As for your question, I do plan on other Jojo characters to appear, but as for who, I will not say as of this time. I want to keep it a surprise. At any rate, I hope you continue to enjoy this story! :D
And that's about it for review responses. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! The next chapter, again, won't be for while, but I will try to get another chapter for my Bloodborne X RWBY soonish, in case some of you are interested in reading it.
At any rate, thank you all for reading this and I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Sincerely, Count Chaos!
