"I'll start with the next most powerful." Fukusei said. "His name is Touma Ayatsuru. His Quirk is Hyper Ergokinesis. Basically, he can control and convert energy with extreme precision. As you can imagine, it's very flexible."

Someone raised their hand. Fukusei looked at them. "Yes?" he asked.

"So is it possible for him to do basically anything?" Yaoyorozu asked.

Fukusei considered it for a moment. "No, not anything. He has an extreme level of control, but he can't do everything. It's pretty basic stuff with what he has at the moment, but he's working on fine-tuning his power."

"Could you give us some examples of what he can do?" Iida asked.

"I can't do it at my level of control, but he can. I'll just call him over." Fukusei reached inside his coat, and pulled out a small earpiece, which he put on. He pressed a button and waited for a moment.

"Hi. I need you to get Ayatsuru to where I am right now. Yeah, Class 1-A. Yes, they know now. I let it slip by accident." There was something in the way he said that, the unnecessary enunciation.

"I know, I know, but what can I do about it? Look, don't panic, it'll be alright. I'm just telling them about the rest of us here. Yes, that's what I need him for. Okay, thanks." Fukusei hadn't even taken the earpiece out when a tall boy with blonde hair stepped through a rip in space and time beside him.

"What do you want this time?" he asked Fukusei, grandly ignoring everyone else in the room entirely. His speech was mildly elegant, tinged with an informality that immediately made him endearing to almost everyone in the room.

"I want you to give them a demonstration of what you can do." Seemingly for the first time, Ayatsuru noticed the others in the room.

"Heya."

He turned back to Fukusei. "So they know now. And why, exactly?"

Fukusei smiled with seeming guilt. "I may have let it slip."

Ayatsuru sighed with feigned annoyance, and shook his head. "And you're supposed to be the capable one."

"Hey, I am still human. We can make mistakes."

"Well, don't." Ayatsuru turned to the class. "Now, what do you want me to show you?"

"I told you what they want. A demonstration of your Quirk."

"I meant what kind of demonstration."

"Just show them a little bit of stuff. You know, kinetics, electricity, a little bit of fire, some scattering of mass. Nothing much, nothing dangerous."

"Why didn't you do it yourself?"

"I'm not completely used to yours yet. It's very intuition based. I need more time before I can start using it properly."

"Heaven knows we don't need you blowing us all up again. Fine." He raised his hand, and everyone's hair stood up on end.

"Electricity," he explained. "Static, I think you realize, I'm only using a little bit so I don't fry you like fish in a pan." He turned his hand, palm facing upwards, and shoved it up further. Everyone's seats rose up, with students still sitting on them. Someone shrieked, and others clutched the sides of their chairs. "Kinetic energy." Their chairs dropped back down jarringly with loud clangs. He turned around, and stepped back through the hole in space that was still hovering above the podium without another word. It closed behind him and winked out like the display on an old TV. And then there was nothing.

Fukusei clapped his hands together. "Right. So you saw his Quirk. Although I don't think that showing you our Quirks here one by one is a good way of doing it."

He looked at the paper Aizawa had given him. "It says here that you were going to do some sort of activity where you fight each other. One on one on one on one on one on one and so on." He looked at the paper closer, frowning. "I remember doing this. What was it called?"

He sat, thinking. Then realization hit him, and his face snapped to a completely different mood. Cool and calm and cunning. He smiled at them, but it wasn't the smile they had seen before, not the one that was fun and polite and unassuming. This was the smile of a predator who has found its prey.

"Ah yes, I remember now. The Hunt." The words themselves were nothing special, but the way he said it was enough to send shivers down everyone's spines. His words rang with an authority that was not unlike the ancient kings, the ones who had passed judgment on people, deciding their fate, gifting them freedom or condemning them to something unmentionable. They had a sort of power over life and death. And this was the tone that his words had.

"What is the Hunt?" Iida asked.

"Basically," Fukusei said, "it's when each of you is the predator and the prey. You are to take each other down, and not provide each other with any help. The last one standing wins."

Hearing this, Bakugo grinned. "Sounds like my kind of event," he said, speaking for the first time since Fukusei had entered the class. Fukusei glanced at him. "It may be, who knows?"

"Anyway," he continued, "when you're in the Hunt, and you're being pitted against another team, the rules change a little bit. This time, both teams are seen as hunter and prey. You can be on one team, but you can't help each other. You will not fight each other either, though. Your goal is to take down the members of the other team." He grinned at them. "That's what we're going to be doing. Class 1-A against Class 1-S." He tilted his head to one side. "Now aren't you excited to play this game?"

It didn't look like anyone was excited. Quite the opposite, in fact. They all looked like they wanted to get away from something like this.

Oh, wait.

"I'll blow you all up," Bakugo said, a manic grin on his face, standing up in his chair, tiny explosions snapping and crackling and popping in his palms.

"Wonderful!" Fukusei said, clapping his hands. "Go and change into your hero costumes. You can take your support gear as well if you like. We won't, just to make it fair on you. I'll wait for you at Ground Beta, then I'll lead you to where we'll all be doing our thing." He pressed a button on his earpiece again, and space parted in front of him. He walked into it and it closed.

=0=

Once they were ready, they travelled to Ground Beta. The suspension in the air was so much that no one was speaking. When they reached Ground Beta, they saw Fukusei waiting there for them. He didn't say anything, just gestured to them to follow. They walked on in silence, the hard pitter-patter of their feet meeting the floor the only sound to keep them company. Eventually, they reached where they were supposed to be.

"A wall?" Kaminari asked. "Are we going to fight each other on a wall?"

"No," Fukusei said. "We're going to go in."

"In where?" Jirou said.

"In there," he said, pointing at the wall. Nothing happened.

"So are we going to fight in the wall? Or are we going to fight the wall?" someone queried.

"That wasn't as dramatic as I'd hoped," Fukusei muttered. He smiled at them apologetically. "Just wait for it." Just then, the wall parted in two. "Next time," he remarked to seemingly no one in particular as he strode in, "Play along, please."

He walked in, and after a moment's hesitation, the rest of them followed. They ended up in a large, spacious room. It had a futuristic vibe to it, with harsh, bright lights and blue and white walls. There was one wall that seemed shinier than the rest, and after a little bit of puzzlement, they figured out that it was a whiteboard. There were markers on a little table near the wall anyway. That should have been a huge hint all on its own, if they had noticed it. There were some school chairs and tables in the middle of the room, arranged in rows instead of the columns they were used to. So this was a classroom. That would explain things.

"Sit," Fukusei said. They sat. Those who didn't have chairs either sat on the tables or the floor.

"Now all you have to do is wait. We'll get this started in just a moment."