hi. this is the first time in a long time ive enjoyed writing a story this much. idk i enjoy writing my other stories, but i think i really found my niche with gojos power. its a fun thing to play around with.
i will try to update my other stories, but between this and college, which is right around the corner, ill be swamped for lack of a better term.
anyway this chapters gonna cover up to the battle trail probably. idk havent written it out and i never plan these things. not sure if thats a good thing or not lol
also we hit 150 follows and 100 favorites, so thats pretty cool. thanks
also a gacha of mine is having a jjk collab as of writing this authors note, and gojo still hasnt come home
also also also im gonna be "referencing" (more like just ripping straight from) a video game i like in part of the story, and it might not make sense, but its just cool imagery and i think its cool
and its not gonna be subtle lol
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The shadows continued to creep ever closer.
Beasts, curses as some might call them, made by humans, made to consume humans.
Born from experimentation's caused performed on man and beast, attempting to regain a connection to the Great Ones, beings made, and yet not made, of the very universe around them. Whether it was for power or influence, mankind sacrificed their own to the Great Ones for millennia.
The shadows have never been the same. Corrupted, cursed, defiled in ways even Hell itself would have trouble beating, by the meddling of humans and their experimentation's, their venture into the vast realms of the unknown.
Only a select few knew of the shadows, and their Greater Origins. Those who were there when the experiments took place, and those who, while few and far between, could see the beasts and weren't a part of the team.
Those unfortunate few who managed to peer into depths of the shadows gained knowledge, knowledge of their 'time on earth', although nearly all fell to madness.
Nearly all of them weren't Izuku Midoriya, however.
He learned of the Organization, the main force behind the lust for the Great Ones. The atrocities made, and the lives wasted on an endless pursuit of power and knowledge. The ones that, while inadvertently, experimented and created the curses in the shadows that fed off the fear of humanity. Those that survived the studies rarely came out the same.
The shadows had secrets. Secrets, that in due time, he intended to figure out.
All he knew, and all he needed to know for now, was one thing.
All for One had to pay.
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A week had passed since the Entrance Exams, where Izuku calmly waited for the letter from U.A., which would tell him whether or not he passed.
Well, he waited calmly.
One Nejire Hado, on the other hand, had no such desire to do the same.
She eagerly bounced around his room, spouting about how "her letter had come around this time when she applied", to "oh I bet you passed", and even something as absurd as "I'm sure that the teachers monitoring the exams wanted to make you a Pro right on the spot after they saw you literally nuke a colossal robot."
That last one was a little far-fetched, he'd admit.
But man, that would be cool, wouldn't it?
Still, he knew that it wouldn't be that easy, and that he had plenty to learn about actually being a Pro. Things like laws, and battle training, and, as much as he disliked the thought, actual high school subjects.
U.A. was a school for heroics, sure, but they were still a school that had to teach a basic curriculum.
Izuku found himself in the middle of telling Nejire that he couldn't be a Top Ten Pro Hero right out of middle school when he heard his mother calling his name from the living room. Jogging down the stairs, with a floating Nejire twirling around him chatting excitably, when he nearly toppled Inko Midoriya down. Thankfully, he reacted quickly enough to grab her before she tumbled to the ground. He didn't have to wonder if she was alright, either, seeing the megawatt grin on her face.
"It's here! Your letter finally came! Oh it's so exciting, I bet you aced the test!" The adorable chattering of his mother snapped him to attention. Smiling, he took the letter from her hands, and gave her a nod.
"Yeah, I bet I did. Me 'n Neji'll be right back after we see what's inside this letter." Izuku corralled a bouncing Nejire into his room, where she sat down on his bed. Opening the letter, he was surprised when, instead of a paper, a black disk fell out of the envelope. Nejire, having been through the initial confusion before, grabbed the disk out of Izuku's hand. Placing it on the desk beside them, the disk lit up, and a holographic box shone out from the disk.
At first, the box displayed nothing, and acted more of like a nightlight than an important document from the number one hero academy. Soon, a figure walked into frame, and it was none other than his teacher for the past ten months, Shota Aizawa. His teachers eye bags seemed larger, probably from having to go through multiple tests and see who was to be admitted to U.A.
Still, Izuku was just surprised that the lazy bum managed to get out of sleeping bag long enough to record this video, even if it was a special occasion.
"Hey, Problem Child, long time no see. As you can probably imagine, you passed," Aizawa's hands lifted up in a sad attempt of cheer. "Still, as nice as that is, I am going to give you hell for blowing up that machine. You cost me, and almost every other employee here, a lot of time discussing how to replace that hunk of metal. U.A.'s profitable, but not so much that we can replace these things every other year when some hot headed student decides to have 'fun' in the exam and try to take one down. Do you even realize the amount of paperwork you put us, and especially me through?"
All Izuku could do was shiver, the threat hanging low over his head. He eventually snapped out of it when the exam rankings popped onto the screen. There he was, first place at a grand total of 109 points.
"Now, you can see here that you also managed to blow every other contestant out of the water. Second place was one Katsuki Bakugo, someone, if I remember correctly, you know fairly well." Izuku nodded, not that Aizawa would be able to see, happy that his friend managed second place. He'd have to rub in his win when they got to classes. "So, you earned a respectable 70 villain points, but there was a trick to the test. Rescue Points."
Aizawa stepped aside for a moment, as pictures of him from multiple angles holding Uraraka showed up on the screen, his red technique on his fingertip. The following destruction was obvious, as he watched the Zero Pointer warp in on itself and bend out of existence.
So that's what it looked like from a differing perspective. Cool.
Shouta came back into frame, looking more annoyed after the presentation than before. Clearly, Izuku shouldn't have annihilated that machine for his own safety, because the look Aizawa was giving him promised pain on their next training day. Sighing, Aizawa just rubbed his eyes.
"That's how you got rescue points, by saving that girl. So now you passed, and all you need to know now is that you need to show up to U.A. on the Monday after next." Aizawa sighed. "Well, that's pretty much it for this little video essay. Just remember you little shit, come training on Monday, your ass is mine." Glaring at the camera, Aizawa's face clicked off.
Izuku, copying his mentor, sighed and rubbed his eyes. His weekend just got that more stressful, didn't it?
Getting up, he put up his hand for something he already knew was coming. Nejire, using all the power her body could muster, gave a vicious high five, cheering all the way. Shrugging off his slightly stinging hand, he opened the door to his room and called down to his mom.
"Hey mom, I passed! I also got first place!"
That nights katsudon tasted better that night.
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That week consisted of Izuku getting his ass handed to him in quirkless training against Aizawa. Apparently his little stunt had costed the poor guy days of being behind a desk, signing off papers and sending them to higher ups for review, just to take care of the damage he'd caused.
That also made him a prime target for anger therapy. And boy, could Aizawa kick his ass seven ways to Sunday without the use of either of their quirks, which Aizawa had kindly suggested that they do during that week. That, of course, meant that his entire body was sore, even in places he thought he didn't have.
Look, when he mentioned that he wanted to get his body stronger to supplement his quirk, this isn't exactly what he imagined.
Now, however, after hell week, he felt like a brand new person. Sure, he probably didn't improve by that much, all things considered, but it felt like he had. That's the feeling that pervaded his mind as he sat on the train, blitzing through the city towards the center of Tokyo. His destination?
U.A. High. Just thinking that gave him a breath of fresh air, like everything up to this point had been worth it.
He was standing near the shuttle doors, scrolling through his phone, dressed in the typical U.A. uniform. His tie was a little looser than it probably should have been, sure, his blazer was unbuttoned, and his black converse probably stuck out compared to the rest of the outfit, but all in all, it suited him. He also donned his trusty and now signature sunglasses, a new pair as a courtesy gift from his mom and Nejire.
Izuku snapped to attention when the train settled down to a stop, and he heard the familiar voice of the automated train system, saying that they had arrived at his stop. Stepping off the train onto the landing, he began his trek towards his destination.
His first steps towards heroism.
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Standing at the front gates of U.A., now a student, was an experience of a lifetime, honestly. His mind kept running through scenarios that would happen as soon as he was seated in one of the many classrooms that sprinkled the building. Questions like "what heroes will be teaching us" and "dude, everything's so big" sped through his mind at a mile a minute.
Walking through the school, he eventually arrived at a classroom with a giant 1-A plastered on the sign outside. The door was massive, and somehow gave off an intimidating feeling. Steeling himself, he opened the door.
"Huh? This things lighter than it looks. That's convenient."
Walking through the threshold of the classroom, he saw a variety of students of different shapes in sizes. He spotted a pink girl, a boy with candy cane colored hair, and dude that, for some reason, had grapes on his head.
Of course, the one he found most interesting was the blond bomber front and center in the classroom. He, as per usual, had already gotten into an argument with another student, and this was something he'd probably have to take care of.
Sneaking up behind Bakugo, just as the blond was going to stand up and really get into the argument about whatever-the-fuck, Izuku grabbed the back of Bakugo's blazer and hoisted him up. Lightly glaring at the blond, he just stood him up and sighed.
"What are you arguing about this time?"
Katsuki Bakugo wasn't one to take this slight lying down, glared back and growled out an answer, "This prep shit was giving me a hard time about the way I sit. I ain't messing anything up, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm in the right here four-eyes."
Izuku was slightly surprised. An argument that wasn't completely pointless. Imagine that.
Still, they had standards to meet, and for Izuku, and by proxy Bakugo, those standards just not to be an asshole to everyone they meet. So far, Bakugo's striking out as far as he's concerned.
Sighing again, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately, he answered back, "Dude, c'mon. It's our first day here, and we gotta make a good first impression. If we can't be amicable to our classmates, who's to say we can be friendly as heroes?"
Bakugo apparently didn't like that answer much, but saw the reasoning behind it. Huffing, with a cross of his arms, he sat back down. "Fine, I'll try to be friendly. But if it don't work out, that's not my problem."
Nodding his thanks, and giving a friendly pat on the shoulder, Izuku turned to the other boy next to them. "As I'm sure you've met, that's Bakugo Katsuki, and I'm Izuku Midoriya." Extending a hand out to shake, he was met with a face of shock. "Is, uh, something on my face?"
"You're the first place applicant. You're the one that annihilated the Zero Pointer." Awe could be heard, inundated in the boys voice. At that point, the classroom quieted down, and nearly everyone turned to face Izuku.
"Uh, yeah, that sounds about right." Scratching the back of his head, Izuku nodded down to his outstretched hand. The kid snapped out of his reverie when he heard Izuku's voice again, and began to furiously shake the greenettes hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Iida Tenya. Thank you for controlling your friend, by the way." It seemed that Iida had some practice moving his arms up and down, because his hand shaking was fierce.
"It's nice to meet'cha, Iida. Now, if you could please let go of my hand, I'm starting to get motion sick." Chuckling a little when Iida froze for a moment, and then let go of his hand in probably what was a faster than intended motion.
Arms cranking, Iida went to apologize, but not in time when the door slammed open, scaring a brunette girl that looked vaguely familiar. Crawling in through the now open door was a bright yellow sleeping bag, one that Izuku knew well.
A smile appeared on his face as the human caterpillar inched towards the front of the classroom. An unzipping sound could be heard from the piece of fabric, and a familiar black haired individual crept out.
It was none other than his bum of a teacher, Shouta Aizawa.
Aizawa cleared his throat, and because of the earlier "confrontation", everyone was already pretty quiet. Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Aizawa began to speak. "Nice reaction times, everyone. Not many classes get that kind of thing down on their first day. It better be a consistent thing from now on."
There was the beloved hardass.
Pressing a button on the side of his podium caused U.A.'s gym uniforms to transported out from inside the walls, hanging on metal hangers. Aizawa glared at the class, which Izuku knew was just his normal face, as he began to give instructions. "Class 1-A is not going to be participating in the Opening Ceremony. Instead, we're going to have a little comprehension test. Everyone, get these uniforms on and be out on the field in ten, or there will be consequences."
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Izuku found himself in the field surrounded by nineteen other heroic hopefuls. Knowing his teacher, this would be their first test of many to keep themselves afloat in this class.
That's when his teacher made his thoughts a reality.
"This is the Quirk Apprehension Test. It'll work basically the same as what you kids did in middle school, but this time with the full use of your quirks." The students started cheering, thinking that this would be a fun test. Oh boy, if only they knew the grave they dug themselves for this one.
"Ah. So this is just for fun for you children. Heroics is just a fun job, where you can use your quirk to gain fame and fortune, status and prestige, huh? Tell that to the many who've died in combat, died protecting other from disasters, both natural and man-made. Tell that to the people families have had to bury their young and old, because they couldn't save others and themselves. The world of heroics is a dark, sad place, one that you're going to have to live with for the rest of your life. So, ask yourselves: is this really the job you want? To see that question and rise above it is what it means to go beyond, to go Plus Ultra."
All the students stood in awe of the man in front of them. He really did seem like a hero, despite his shabby appearance.
"Also, because of your celebrating the 'fun' of quirk usage, last place in the apprehension test will immediately be expelled. Have fun, kids." Grinning maliciously, Aizawa led the shell shocked entourage of students towards the shot-put circle.
"Bakugo, you came first in the villain point portion of the exam, correct?" Said blond nodded, somewhat miffed that him getting second was brought up again. "What was your record for the softball throw in middle school?"
"Around 67 meters. Been a while since I've checked, though."
"That's fine. Now, I want you to throw this softball with everything you've got, quirk included. If I see anyone slacking on this, it's an instant expulsion."
Even Bakugo was slightly rattled by the straightforward threat. Grinning slightly, Bakugo grabbed the ball and wound up. Getting into a comfortable throwing position, the blond threw with all his might, the world flashing orange as his explosive power burst to life. The ball flew, almost clearing the fence on the other side of the field.
Aizawa held up a screen, showing that it was a measuring device. The number showed 705.2 meters. "This is just a taste of what it means to go Plus Ultra. Can the rest of you keep up?"
This test just got a whole lot more interesting.
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Izuku was honestly surprised by how well some of his fellow students were doing in the tests. Expectedly, he came first in all of the tests, but in some of them others were close behind.
His speed test was him versus Bakugo, a challenge both of them welcomed with open arms. As soon as the whistle went off, a clap was heard, and Izuku appeared at the end of the fifty meter dash, a startling .9 seconds later. Bakugo, for all intents and purposes, was on his heals at a blistering 3.1 seconds. Grinning at one another, they went onto the next tests.
The other tests went similarly, like for the long jump he just flew until he was safely in first. Grip strength posed no problem to his quirk, and he just did smaller bursts of speed for the side to side jumps.
The test came to end with the rest of the class during the softball throw. Everyone got respectable scores, with some going to crazy lengths to get extra power out.
Did that black haired girl really pull a cannon out of her stomach? Was that really necessary?
The brunette from before was up, and was the last to go before his turn. He didn't make the order, part of him thought it was just Aizawa being lazy and randomizing it. Lucky him for getting last, huh.
She just touched the ball, and it was gone. Aizawa lifted up his measuring device and all it showed was the sign for infinity.
So, uh, yeah. That was impressive.
And now, it was his turn. Time to really impress some people.
Standing in the circle, the ball met his hand. The world grew silent, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by most of the class. All were in awe as the ground cracked underneath the greenette. "Hey, Aizawa-sensei, you said to go all out, right?" Getting a nod in return, Izuku grinned. "Alrighty then. I can do that."
The world seemingly dimmed as the ground underwent even more pressure, creating a fissure under the student. A mix of blue and red energies flowed around and through Izuku, melding and meshing with each other, creating spots of purple.
"Cursed Technique Amplification: Full Cowl."
Those words sent the world into a frenzy, and soon, it just stopped, like it was frozen in time. Izuku took the ball, and threw it. The resulting shockwave sent everyone tumbling down as the ball left the stratosphere.
It might not beat the absolute infinite score of the gravity girl, but it would definitely get a close second.
Turning around and smiling at his teacher, Izuku just had one question.
"So, was that Plus Ultra enough for you?"
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hey, I just wanted to get this out. Its kinda shit, I realize, but its late. If you guys would like it, id be happy to go back and re-edit it as soon as I can.
Anyway, college is like, fun
why did no one tell me this in high school LOL
thanks for reading. Review please, it really helps my motivations :0
