A.N: So we've reached 1.6K views, and already we're sitting on 29 follows, 24 favourites, and 16 reviews. Gotta say, it's a pleasure to be able to write something crazy like this and have people genuinely enjoy it. Review time!

beenjammin0421: Again, thanks for pointing out the error, and hope you enjoy the story as it progresses!

Secondary note, this chapter might feel a bit unsatisfying, and I apologize for that. I'm trying to build up the story and introduce characters and subsequent interactions. Either way, hope you still enjoy this one!

Rumble Young Man Rumble!

Chapter 6

Do or die (or at least don't get expelled)!

"Don't forget to keep up your studying up!" His mother said sternly.

"Please make sure that you don't hurt yourself too badly," His father fussed over him.

"Okay, okay you guys, I get it!" Kendo snapped, though he never stopped smiling. "I'm gonna be okay, so don't worry about me. I promised to make myself useful, and I'll keep that promise 'till my heart stops."

"Don't…! Please don't jinx yourself like that," His mother said shakily before surging forward and tackling him into a hug. His father followed soon after, and Kendo laughed as he did his best to wrap his arms around them. "My heart'll stop when I'm old and grey, like you guys."

"Hey, watch your mouth young man!" His father growled, slightly whacking him on the back of the head, though the three of them soon fell apart with laughter. "Thank you again for watching out for our son," His mother said, turning to Rumi with a grateful smile. The wistful look on Rumi's face evaporated inter her usual bright smile before either of his parents could see (though she never managed to hide it from him).

"Same way Meathead made a promise, so did I," She replied, shaking both of their hands. "I'm gonna keep it, mark my words." With their final goodbyes said, they watched as the Rappa family drove away, leaving the two of them at the gate. "Did I tell you that I thought your parents were awesome?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just asking," She chuckled lightly both of them walking past the gates. It was then that a gust of clean, crisp air seemed to blow through, the very structure of U.A becoming almost… magical to the both of them. "… crazy isn't it?" She breathed. "We've made it to the starting-line."

"This ain't a race, Usagi," Kendo said with a grin, lightly rolling his shoulder. "This is a long fight to the finish. You ready to brawl all the way until the end?" She grinned wide, standing taller, prouder. The image of her grey uniform-jacket, unbuttoned and freely flowing in the wind along with her pure white hair was an image that really stuck to Kendo's mind. Combined with her light yellow, calf-high and baggy socks, she looked… 'Huh,' he thought, surprised at himself. 'Butterflies…'

"Yeah. Yeah, I've been waiting for this moment my whole damn life," She said as they started walking forward again. "No more waiting. Let's become heroes."

"Damn straight!" He said, pumped up. They went about roaming the halls, their gazes wandering around in awe at the squeaky-clean Academy. Everything seemed completely in place, completely professional: hallways and doors were tall and wide enough to accommodate all ranges of quirk users and their respective heights and sizes. Even the bathrooms had the same feel to them. "…Wait, Meathead, you realize that this is the girl's changing-room we're looking into right?"

"Oh, shit." They ducked out incredibly quickly after that. It wasn't long before they finally made it to their Classroom, 1A. They couldn't help but grin as the almost literally kicked the door off of its hinges, striding it with their teeth bared and muscles lightly tensed. Athletes who loved bar-fights, one might call their demeanour. It also helped that almost everyone in the class was almost immediately intimidated by them upon recognising who they were. "She's the one who destroyed the most villains in the exam," One muttered.

"That's definitely the dude who ripped the Zero-Pointer's arm off."

"Look like a bunch of stuck up brats to me."

"Thinking they own the place…"

Rumi and kendo glanced at each other, snickering a bit before they found two seats by the window, one behind the other. "Call dibs on the front," Rumi said quickly, practically flipping into the chair before Kendo could move. He kissed his teeth, annoyed and amused before he moved into the seat behind her. Before he could even sit down, his eyes locked onto the person sitting next to him: Yu Takeyama. Her eyes rose up to meet his, and the both froze for a moment. Kendo was naturally the one to bull past his initial surprise, grinning light heartedly as he sat down. She never took her eyes off of him. "Hey, you're the girl from the exam, right?"

"…mhmm," She hummed, nodding. Her expression was still blank.

"Cool. Good to see that you passed," He chuckled. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stand on end as her gaze turned into a hatred-filled glare.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" She snapped loudly, "You think that I didn't deserve to pass because of a little slip?" At that, Kendo only raised a brow, quickly shutting her up at how he didn't wilt. Rumi (among many others) had turned her chair around to watch the commotion. "The prodigy just called him out!" He heard someone whisper. At that, he grinned wide. He matched and overpowered her presence with his own, and everyone felt it. It was like being trapped in a cage with a very hungry tiger. "I made sure to mind my manners, you know? Just wanted ta' 'tip my hat', I think the British say." He started, Yu's eyes going a bit wide. Fear, and… something else. Awe? "But if it's a fight that you're looking for…" He stood up quickly, and he didn't miss Rumi's smile, nor everyone else's flinch. His blood was boiling already. "Then-!" A sudden flash of brown entered his vision and he had back-stepped on pure instinct.

"…Fuckin' wood?" He muttered, looking at the suddenly-appearing tree-branch and tracing it all the way to the boy sitting directly behind him. He was taller than Rumi judging by the way he sat, maybe by three or four inches, slim and lithe, and most surprisingly, his skin looked almost exactly like mahogany. Not just in colour, but in literal texture as well, an outstretched hand being the source of the branch. Grey eyes, white hair and almost feminine cheekbones seemed to perfectly contrast the dark wooden skin. "Guys, I'd rather we didn't start a fight before the first day begun," He said in a soft but shockingly deep voice. "We have to act professional from this point on."

"Hmph! Fine! But only because I'll show the brute his place later," Yu said haughtily.

'That was fast,' Kendo thought, nodding at the wooden-boy with respect in his eyes as he lightly tapped the branch. 'Seems solid too. Wonder if he can hit hard though?' He calmed himself down and plopped himself back into the seat, idly itching at his neck. 'Stupid uniform. Swear this shit is a size too small.' It was in fact one of the largest possible sizes: however, it wasn't taken into account how muscular Kendo would be. Such was life. The door to the room suddenly and slowly creaked open, revealing a… giant, mustard-yellow caterpillar. 'Uuh… the hell?'

"Great to see that the whole class is quiet," It muttered in a drawling, tired voice before a zipper suddenly split it right down the middle. Out walked a young man dressed predominantly in black, with baggy pants, a baggy long-sleeve shirt, and black boots. Strangely, he had a pair of yellow goggles and what looked like a thin, grey and incredibly long scarf around his neck. Though his face indicated youth, he looked rather scruffy with his chin-length black hair and tired, his eyes wearing bags under them, slightly bloodshot to boot. But where nearly everyone else saw that about the man, Kendo saw things a bit differently. The veins popping on the back of his hands. The way he slightly walked on the balls of his feet, always pushing off with his toes. The way his eyes, despite how tired they looked, accurately and quickly scanned every single student. 'He's a genuine Hero. And he's got genuine combat experience under his belt,' Rumi thought, interested.

'He hides it, but he knows how to throw down,' Kendo thought with a smirk, 'I wanna fight him.'

"Needless to say, welcome to U.A. I'm your homeroom teacher, so just call me Aizawa." He ruffled around for something under the desk, pulling out a few boxes of what appeared to be a set of gym uniforms. "Now put these on and head outside to the field." There were a few surprised murmurs through the entire class: normally, they would be heading for the initiation ceremony by now, but this clearly had nothing to do with that. Rumi glanced back at Kendo, both of them grinning. 'Something's coming.'

"U-um, excuse me Sensei," Yu said politely while trying not to look confused, "But I was aware that we had the Ceremony today. Is this part of it-?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." His hair literally began to rise up on its own, his irises flashing a bloody-red. Promptly scaring the shit out of almost everyone, they quickly grabbed a uniform roughly their size and ran out. Aizawa grunted as he left the room, likely already moving to the field. When Kendo went to calmly grab a uniform of his own, someone bigger and slightly taller than him roughly pushed him out of the way. "First come, first serve," The boy smirked. His hair was white and spikey, eyes rather small and jaw… kind of like a square. His arms were incredibly muscular, along with the rest of his body. Kendo didn't care though and rocketed his fist right into the boy's face, a loud *BANG* going off as he was launched through several chairs and desks, blood spurting from his nose. "Fuck outta here with that weak shit," Kendo snarled, the two boys immediately glaring at each other. He scrambled to his feet with a growl of his own, fists balled up as he attempted to charge in. The wooden boy again was the one to quickly bind

"C'mon meathead, he ain't worth it," Rumi said softly, nudging Kendo along and out the door. "Gotta say… nice punch."

"No surprise there," He sighed, trying to calm himself down. "Piece of shit thinking he can just push me aside."

"Chill big-guy," She laughed, patting him on the back. "You'll get your chance to cool off." The chance was to come, but at a later time. Pumped up, he quickly changed into his much more comfortable gym uniform, jogging out with to be one of the first on the field. Aizawa stood there, his body-language that of someone who was losing his patience. Rumi followed soon after, bounding forward excitedly to stand next to Kendo. "Not tryin' to beat a dead horse, but you ready?" She asked.

"Think you already know the answer to that Usagi." She chuckled and opted not to answer the question.

"Tetsude, what happened to your nose?" Aizawa ground out as the boy Kendo punched made his way up with the rest of the group.

"I… I tripped and fell sir," He grumbled out, shooting a glare at Kendo. Kendo simply smiled back.

"Fine. Since I called on you, what was your softball throwing record back in highschool?"

"O-oh, um… eighty meters?"

"Good. Use your quirk when you do it time," He said, holding out a regular softball. Everyone was quick to burst into excited chatter, and for good reason: quirks were something that all non-hero schools strictly prohibited when it came to sports, for the sake of fairness. For U.A to outright promote quirk use was refreshing, like being able to use a muscle you never had the opportunity to use. Tetsude grinned as he walked up and grabbed the ball from Aizawa's hand, the muscles on his arms bulging as he walked up to the circle. He grunted and lashed his arm out, the ball zooming well into the air. Something on Aizawa's phone beeped, and he promptly showed the class. "350 meters huh," Rumi muttered. "Not bad."

"Hmm." Kendo shifted a bit uncomfortably. The score wasn't the problem, it was that Rumi had to say what it is he was looking at.

"Today is going to be all about seeing your starting point. On each event, your result will be recorded, and your final result will put you in a certain place on the board. Oh, and let me be clear: if you're below a certain standard, I will expel you." Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor, fear surging through each of them. "I think you're holding back and I expel you. I think you're helping your friends? I. Will. Expel you. How's that for Plus Ultra?" After a moment of shocked silence, there was a dull *THUD*, everyone's gazes snapping to Rumi and Kendo having just fist-bumped each other. Massive grins only highlighted the dead-serious look in their eyes: there was nothing more thrilling than fighting on the edge of a metaphorical cliff, after all. "Gimme a ball teach, I ain't getting outdone." He grunted and stepped aside, revealing a small canister filled with them.

"How the hell didn't I notice that?" The tree-boy muttered, confused.

"So we can use our quirk however we like to punt this thing as far as we can, right Sensei?" Rumi called out, Aizawa only nodding. She lazily threw it up into the and began to idly juggle it with her feet, hopping from foot to foot. Bit by bit, it bounced higher and higher before she gave it some good height, all the muscles on her legs tensing up. "Cover your ears for this," Kendo muttered to the wooden-boy. Her body spun fast enough to look like a white and blue tornado, lashing her foot out with every ounce of momentum she had just as ball descended.

"Luna VORTEX!"

*BOOM*

A deafening shockwave ripped through the crowd, drawing cries of shock as the ball soared through the sky as Rumi deftly landed on a single foot. It took a few seconds, but Aizawa's phone beeped. "675 meters. Good job." She nodded and put her hands in her pockets, smugly looking at Kendo. He chuckled and as they walked past each other shared another fist bump.

"You get lower than me, you owe me a carrot-cake."

"Pfft, whatever Usagi."

He plucked a ball from the canister, happy that it had a fair deal of mass behind it. "Just what I needed," He muttered, walking up to the circle and rolling his shoulders. "Here-!" Just as he wound his hand back, several things wrapped around his neck and arm, just barely stopping him from completing the throw. "What the f-!?"

"I'm sure that I already told you," Aizawa's voice ground out, "But I said not to hold back."

"…Uh, no offense Sensei, but what the fuck're you talkin' about?"

"That form when destroyed the Zero-Pointer," He asked simply, "Why are you holding that back Kendo Rappa?"

"…oooh! Yeah, I have no clue how I did that." While his hair went down, Aizawa's eyebrows went up. It was rather comical to see him so surprised, enough that Kendo outright burst into laughter while a few others in the class chuckled. "Besides, it's not like I'd use it here, even if I could. Whatever the hell it was, it screwed with my body pretty bad, enough that I'm only now fully recovered. No point in using something that'll wreck my body from the get-go and stop me from doing anything else, right?"

"…hmph. I wasn't expecting you not to be able to use… whatever that was," Aizawa said as the scar unravelled from Kendo, "But that was still the answer I was looking for. Carry on."

"Fair enough. I'm an idiot, but I ain't stupid," he chuckled, his grin becoming… unnaturally wide. "…I am still plenty strong without it." He tossed the ball high into the air, his right shoulder becoming very hot. He pushed off his toes, twisting his hips and launching his fist forward.

"URAA!"

*BANG*

Another shockwave echoed through the crowd, this one much sharper than the previous one. The seconds ticked by as Kendo straightened himself, shaking out his steaming fist. "690 meters. You have potential too." Kendo nodded and walked off, students parting away from him. When he reached Rumi, they shared a high-five.

"One down..." He started.

"Nine to go." She finished.

Both of them could only smile savagely at what was to come.

To be Continued...

A.N: You may or may not have noticed, but Rappa's development is looking a biiit similar to Izuku. Breaking the Zero-Pointer, the ball-throw, etc. DOn't worry, this is intentional. I've always felt that these are milestones that Izuku worked his ass of and pushed his body to the literal breaking-point to get to. I wanted it to be similar for Rappa, but with a key difference: this stuff is well within his range of ability. Granted, he doesn't have the same one-punch destructive power as Izuku (as demonstrated in the ball-throw and the Zero-Pointer) but he's still all around better than him, even at his current age. What I'm trying to allude to is this: both characters have untapped potential. It's my job to write how Rappa achieves his in his own way as a hero, and it's one I hope everyone can relate to.

Also, kudos if you can figure out who Tetsude is. His name his made up because I can't find his real one, but he's a proper character in the actual series. (His name is pronounced Tet-su-OO-deh).

That being said, hope you all still enjoyed the chapter, and look forward to the next one!