Izuku stood at the temple with his mother, mentor and the two other women who have played a major role in his life. It was the morning of the first day on his journey to be a hero. "Oh sweetie, you look so handsome," Inko said as she dabbed tears from her cheeks.

Izuku smiled as he prepared himself to take his first step towards achieving his dream. He adjusted his tie as he said his goodbyes. As soon as the door shut Inko straightened up. "Okay, let's go watch him," she said firmly as she and the other adults headed to the shed to grab some Shen Gong Wu so that they could enter the school and watch him unnoticed for his first day.

"Is this really the best idea," Ryuko asked.

"Do you have anything better to be doing with your time," Omi questioned.

"No, just checking is all," the dragon responded.

"Hurry up," Wuya said as she tapped her foot. "I don't want to miss anything."

Izuku looked up at the massive gate that had been replaced in the months between the entrance exam and now after Wuya had destroyed it. Stepping over the threshold he took a deep breath. However he was shoved to the side by Katsuki who barreled passed him. "Move it Deku," he said as he stomped ahead.

Rubbing his shoulder, Izuku slowly began walking up towards the main building.

"Come on, just a little spell," Wuya whined.

"He just bumped him," Omi denied. "You can't mutilate a child for bumping someone."

"Sure I can," Wuya scoffed as she curled her fingers menacingly.

Ryuko watched as Izuku entered the school proper. "He's in let's move," she said as the group moved under the cover of the Shroud of Shadows and Wuya's magic to remain undetected, they watched Izuku step into the classroom and greet some of the other students.

"Well they all seem nice," Inko said happily as her son didn't seem to be getting any flak from his classmates.

"If you're here to make friends, do it somewhere else, this is the hero course," Aizawa said as he walked into the classroom. The students stared at the man in confusion for a moment as he walked over to the desk. "You all took too long to quiet down."

"Seriously that was less than 10 seconds," Ryuko said in shock. "That's way too strict."

"I am your homeroom Teacher Shouta Aizawa," he said to the class as he reached into his sleeping bag. "Change into these and head out to the p.e. fields.

"A quirk apprehension test," the students said in confusion.

"Sir, what about the entrance ceremony or meeting with the guidance counselors?" Uraraka asked.

"Waste of time," Aizawa answered. "U.A. is renowned for it's freedom, freedom that extends to the faculty as well, I am given leave to teach you as I see fit," Aizawa said as he went on to explain the purpose of coming out to the field.

"So Bakugo, you will demonstrate for us," Aizawa said as he tossed a baseball to the ashen blonde teen. "Try throwing this ball anyway you can, you can even use your quirk, just don't leave the circle."

Bakugo shrugged and started to stretch before throwing. "Oh and don't hold back."

"Excellent," Bakugo smirked as he prepared to throw. "DIE!" he shouted as he rocketed the ball into the sky.

"Damn," Ryuko said. "That's a pretty powerful quirk."

"Mmm, I've seen better," Wuya dismissed.

Mina clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh wow, that looks so fun."

"Fun, you think this is fun." Aizawa turned to glare at his students. "Just thought you'd come here for three years and have, fun?" Aizawa chuckled darkly. "Fine, to make it more fun, whoever scores last will be expelled." To the gasps of the listeners. "The freedom I talked about also applies to who gets to stay in the hero course."

"That no good," Inko hissed. "Putting all that pressure on the kids right away."

"Now now," Omi said calmingly as he prevented the mother from coming out from the Shroud of Shadows. "We will need to see how the students handle the trials before them."

The first event Aizawa put them up to was the fifty-meter dash. Most of the students did adequately due to their quirks, but next to run was Izuku and Katuski. "Oh here he goes," Wuya smirked happy to see Izuku trounce the bully.

"Begin," Aizawa said to the runners.

"Blast Rush," Katsuki said as he swung his arms and caused a huge explosion. Izuku who was running next to him at the time had been struck by the explosion and knocked off his course and fell to the ground.

"I'm going to rip out his entrails," the hidden women snarled as they saw Izuku get back up and finish with a horrible time.

Omi just groaned as he realized that today was only just starting.

As the events progressed, Izuku did far better without anyone hindering him, but it seemed as though he was not taking first in any of the tests, due to someone's quirk being more suited to the task.

"Midoriya," Aizawa called out as Izuku got ready to throw. "You've not used your powers yet, do you think that you are better than everyone else?"

"No sir," Izuku quickly answered. "It's just, not been applicable in the tests."

"Really now, so what would make it applicable," Aizawa asked.

"I'll just need a moment of silence," Izuku shrugged.

"Fine, everyone, shut your yaps," Aizawa ordered the class who got curious about what their classmate's quirk was if it required silence.

Izuku took a deep breath as he balanced his entire bodyweight on the tip of one foot. Exhaling slowly, he opened his eyes as he spun rapidly, a kick off the ground as water magically formed underneath him propelling him high into the air. "Tornado Strike," he shouted as a jet of water erupted from his palm and shot the baseball into the distance. "How was that sir," Izuku asked as he landed.

"Better," Aizawa said.

"Yeah, way to go baby," Inko cheered, not having to worry about sound since Wuya had used a spell to allow them to communicate without other's hearing.

"He's come a long way," Omi nodded with pride that his student was displaying the techniques he learned properly.

Both Wuya and Ryuko were clapping until they saw Bakugo fling himself at Izuku but before they could move to stomp the uppity child into the dirt, cloth wrapped around Bakugo's body stopping his assault.

"Knock it off, I have dry eye," Aizawa shouted as he blinked and deactivated his quirk. "If you got issues with one of your classmates, either take it to Hound Dog or do it outside of class, but don't think you can just do whatever and have no consequences."

"Yes sir," Izuku said glumly.

"Tch," Bakugo swung his head to the side as he stomped back into the line.

"Wuya, what are you doing?" Ryuko asked as she watched the witch waggle her fingers

"Nothing evil," Wuya responded. "Just a little mischief."

"Pfft, nice boxers," Kaminari snickered as he saw Bakugo's pants fall down.

Bakugo looked down and frantically pulled the pants back up. "Shut up, I'll kill you," he shouted loudly as he blushed in embarrassment as the class started to laugh at the unfortunate circumstance.

"Alright, alright," Aizawa waved his hand to get his classes attention. "As for expulsion, you all did well enough, so get changed back classes are over for today."

As the class began to cheer for their success Momo turned to Aizawa. "Sir, wait, what about the rest of our classes, are we just supposed to go home?"

"Oh right," Aizawa realized. "Yeah actually get changed back into your uniform then go back to class, you have science next."

"How can he be their teacher, he is so lazy," Omi lamented as he compared how Master Fung trained him and he trained Izuku to what he just watched.

Throughout the day the hidden adults watched the classes. "Oh my," Inko gasped as she saw Midnight enter the room.

"Goodness," Omi shouted as he hid his eyes behind his arms.

Wuya whistled in appreciation of the woman. "I think I should find her designer for my next robes."

Ryuko started coughing as she tried to smother a laugh.

"Oh we could match too," Wuya said happily.

"What?!" Ryuko exclaimed. "I couldn't."

"I think you could," Inko sighed. "Honestly you have the figure for it."

"Thank you," Ryuko smiled as she just took the compliment instead of arguing.

As the students started to pack up for the day, Izuku made sure to hang back as he waved to his classmates. "Okay, I know you're there," he said loudly.

"Oh pooh," Inko said as she removed the Shroud of Shadows. "What gave us away?"

Blushing lightly Izuku scratched his cheek. "Ryuko's um, perfume, I could smell it all day."

"Aww," Ryuko cooed. "Was it really that noticeable?"

"You smell like a campfire, it's really pleasant," Izuku quickly said. "But next time you want to come to U.A., don't hide, I'm sure if you asked for a pass, they would let you in to see me."

"Oh let us talk about what we saw Izuku," Omi said through gritted teeth. "I had been convinced by the Principal that U.A. would be giving you an education that I could not. As such, I have not been impressed."

"It is the first day, and it's just as important that the teachers know our capabilities and so do our classmates, plus he's got twenty students, you only have me," Izuku said in defense of the school's strange method. "At least give them a week before you judge them, I know I couldn't do half of what you taught me in the first year, in my first week," he pleaded with his master for more time.

"Fine, you raise a good point," Omi admitted. "I will take you up on that offer and come see the teachers at the end of the week to assess your training, if it is not improved I will pull you from this school and use that time instead to train you back at the temple."

Izuku nodded sadly as he understood what would happen if U.A. didn't shape up into a decent education.

"Has Little Bakugo always been that rough with you," Inko interrogated her son as they walked down the path to the gate to the school.

"Pretty much, when I didn't get my quirk, he just, thought I wasn't good enough to be friends with anymore," Izuku admitted.

"Is that why he called you Deku," Ryuko gasped. "That's so mean."

"Well if that happens again, tell me," Inko instructed. "I will speak to Mitsuki about his behavior if he doesn't stop."

"Mooom," Izuku whined. "I'll be fine, nothing really happened."

"I disagree," Wuya tisked. "I think you should crush him under your heel and take what is rightfully yours," she cackled.

"And that would be," Izuku asked even if he half-knew the answer.

"Duh, us," Wuya grinned as she pulled Ryuko up against her who let out an embarrassing squeak.

"In front of my mother," Izuku shouted as he covered his blushing face.

"What, she's going to want grandchildren some day and there are way worse women out there, we're just," Wuya waved her arms. "Pre-emptively taking you off the market before someone sinister comes along."

"Wuya," Inko warned. "Don't push him, he will bed you when he is ready."

"Mom!?" Izuku shouted.

"What, I like them," Inko shrugged. "And she is right, you could so much worse than them. And I know you adore them, so why beat around the bush?"

"Master Omi, please," Izuku turned to his teacher with hope in his eyes.

"I do not know the first thing about romance, that is a battlefield I do not fight on," Omi said as he looked away from his apprentice.

Betrayed Izuku hung his head low as women continued to tease him about his day all the way back to the temple.

"Sir," Aizawa said as he watched the group leave the campus. "Should we be concerned about the security breach of four people entering the grounds undetected."

"No, considering one is a licensed Pro-Hero and the other is the student's mother, so long as they do not disrupt the lessons, their presence will be tolerated," Nezu reasoned. "It would not be the first time a concerned parent snuck into the school."

"Oh right, Togata's father," Aizawa nodded. "Yeah, he wouldn't stop walking through the walls to see his son every day," he said remembering how many times they'd have to send the sobbing father home because he missed his baby boy.

"That fucking nerd," Bakugo snarled as he punched the bag he had in the backyard. "Who does he think he is, hiding his powers like that," he snarled as he started to punch harder and faster, building up more and more sweat. "I'll show that fucker, I'll crush him into the dirt if I have to."

The sound of his fists slamming into the leather, Bakugo's breath picking up as he closed his eyes, his thoughts whirling around his head like a maelstrom. "I'm going to get you Deku," he roared as he slapped his right palm on the bag, exploding his quirk and all the accumulated sweat on it. The sound of car alarms rang in the distance as his mother slammed open the door.

"Hey, shit head," Mitsuki shouted. "Keep it down, you're scaring the neighbors."

"Shut up hag," Bakugo shouted back. "Those extra's know who we are, they aren't surprised anymore," he pointed to how his neighbors weren't even coming out of their houses this time having gotten used to the sound of explosions in the area, living so close to the Bakugo's. "I need a new punching bag, this one broke," he huffed as he tossed the destroyed bag in the trash.

"That's the second one this month, you little monster," Mitsuki sighed. "Can you please not use your quirk on them."

"I need to train harder if I'm going to show U.A. why I'm the best, and that all the others are worthless trash," Bakugo declared.

"Well Mr. The Best, you have to take out the trash tonight, so do that now because supper will be ready soon," Mitsuki ordered as she slammed the door behind her.

"Grr, damn bitch," Bakugo swore as he hefted the trash bag out to take it to the bins.

That night Izuku was laying in bed at the temple as he reflected on the day he had. "I'm really doing it," he whispered. "I'm going to be a hero."

"Yeah you are," Ryuko said softly as she lay down next to him in his bed.

"Gah, Ryuko," Izuku hissed as he was surprised that she snuck up on him.

"Shh, it's late, I have an early day tomorrow at my agency," she shushed him as she snuggled in next to him.

"But why my bed," Izuku asked nervously as the beautiful woman wrapped her arms around him.

"Because if your mom is fine with it and, I can tell you're fine with it," Ryuko yawned. "I don't see why I can't just cuddle with you at least."

"I gu-guess," Izuku stammered as he didn't see a flaw in her reasoning. Slowly he started to get drowsy and drifted off to sleep.

"Oh really," Wuya shouted, startling the pair awake just as dawn broke. "Is this what you do when I'm not here," grinding her teeth she glared down at Ryuko and Izuku.

"Wuya, we just slept together is all," Ryuko stretched.

"Ye-yeah, only sleeping," Izuku quietly said.

"I know, and I'm very disappointed in you both," she said as she crawled onto the bed and straddled Izuku. "You could both be doing so much more," she said as she licked her lips and dragged a fingernail over Izuku's bare chest.

"Someone needs a cold shower," Ryuko rolled her eyes as she dragged the Heylin witch out of the room.

"Nooo, it's just us here, Omi went to see his doctor," Wuya protested. "We can just call Izuku in sick today, that's at least nine hours of fun we could be having before anyone comes looking for him."

"I have to go to work, Wuya," Ryuko shook her head.

"Fine, then it'll just be me and him, one-on-one, for hours," Wuya purred. "I'll just break him in," she said seductively.

"No, Izuku has to go to school," Ryuko said as she shoved the witch into the bathroom with her. "Which means you need to go do witch stuff until he comes back," she said as she started to brush her teeth.

"But witch stuff is so boring," Wuya whined. "I know, I invented it, it's doing nothing."

"Then find a hobby," Ryuko suggested.

"I don't want a hobby, I want a hubby," Wuya folded her arms and pouted. "And I want that hubby," she pointed to the wall that aimed towards Izuku's room.

"God, you're like a child today," Ryuko sighed.

"Bye Ryuko, Bye Wuya, I'm leaving," Izuku shouted as he hurried down the hall.

"Bye sweetie," Ryuko waved as she stuck her head out of the bathroom doorway.

"Bye Izuku, I love you," Wuya shouted as she blew the teen a kiss.

"I uh, lo-love you t-to Wuya," Izuku muttered as he now sprinted out of the temple.

"Haha, score, I got him to say he loves me," Wuya teased.

"Oh come on," Ryuko huffed. "I didn't think of that," she complained.

"Next time, young dragon," Wuya dismissed. "I mean it, you know he cares for you," she said earnestly. "This isn't a competition between us."

"Sometimes it feels like you are making it that way," Ryuko said sadly as she hugged herself.

"If you want me to pull back, I will, I want this to work," Wuya replied. "Truly I do. If all it takes for me to not screw this up is to be patient, I can do that."

"Really," Ryuko asked as she sniffled.

"Really really," Wuya smiled.

"Thanks Wuya," Ryuko smiled back and hugged the witch. "It really means a lot to me that you'd do that."

"Hey, we're in this together," Wuya said reassuringly. "No reason to rock the boat when we're on calm waters."

"Where'd you hear that one?" Ryuko asked.

"A book Omi is reading to teach himself slang," Wuya stifled a giggle as she pulled out the book from her robes. "It's a goldmine of nonsense."

"That is, hilarious," Ryuko laughed. "What's your favorite so far?"

"Okay," Wuya said happily as she flipped through the pages. Clearing her throat, she started to read passages from the text that was filled with old and outdated idioms.

For the next few hours Izuku went through his day as normal, the way the U.A. classes were structured was loose enough that the teachers had more leeway with what they taught as Midnight lectured on art history, which she explained angrily after someone made an off the cuff remark about how useful such a class could be. So she spent a bit of the lesson explaining how knowing art history would allow them to better design their costumes, pick their hero names and create a unique identity for themselves as they made their way through their career. Izuku found that fascinating that there was so much detail that went into color schemes.

But all lessons soon started to end when they got to their lunch period. However, what really had everyone's attention was what would come after eating.

"I am here," All Might loudly proclaimed as he dramatically entered the room.

The classrooms enthusiasm shot straight through the ceiling as they realized they were going to be taught by the one and only All Might. So much so that they were hanging on his every word as he explained what Foundational Heroics would entail.

Each student hurried to grab their costume cases of the wall when they came out and ran to the locker rooms to change into them.

"Impressive Gi," Ojiro commented as Izuku tired his blue sash around his waist. His hero costume was just currently his temple robes, he hadn't needed much to begin with and wasn't sure what he should do for a hero costume but wearing his robes just felt right.

"These are just my normal robes I train in," Izuku shrugged.

"Well then, how's about we spar sometime," Ojiro offered. "I'd like to see how my style compares to yours."

"A friendly spar sounds wonderful," he said as the pair exited the room much sooner than the rest as their outfits were their training uniforms.

"Aw, so bland," All Might slumped as he saw the first two to come out. "Where's the pizazz, the flash," he asked inspecting the two martial artists.

"Sorry sir," Izuku said not sure how to respond. "Just not that flashy of a guy I guess."

"I'd rather fight in something comfortable than colorful," Ojiro stated.

"Ugh, I hope we can convince you both later on to make some adjustments," All Might said with worry that some of his students would be overlooked due to not standing out enough.

Soon the rest of the 1-A class assembled and Izuku had to be honest, many of the outfits were more eye-catching than his own. "Maybe, there is something to be said about standing out."

"Pfft, yeah," Ojiro snickered. "It's a regular game of spot the protag over here."

Izuku covered a laugh as he looked around at the other costumes. "But I think I won't get as crazy as them."

"All right," All Might said loudly so the class could hear. "Today's lesson is Combat," he said as he started to go over the rules and objective. A simple game, where one side tried to get the fake bomb, while the other side defended it. "Now, to determine teams," he happily said as he started pulling names out of a box.

"Wow, isn't this great," Uraraka said happily as they stood outside the building. "We're the heroes."

"Ye-yeah," Izuku said awkwardly as he tried to figure out a plan for Bakugo who, if he had to guess, was upstairs ready to fight.

"Alright class, now pay close attention, they may have to go first, but what you can learn from seeing others, is invaluable before you have to try it yourself," All Might said to the remaining students who watched the teams on the monitor.

"Woo Woo, go Izuku, beat his ass," Wuya cheered on from the back of the tent, startling the entire class. She had a large bucket of popcorn, her entire outfit drastically different from her normal robes. She wore a large soda drinker hat, with a foam finger that said Izuku #1 on it, while the very tight t-shirt, showed a picture of Izuku standing triumphantly over a crudely drawn Bakugo who had stink lines coming off his beaten-up body.

"Who are you," Jirou shouted as she didn't hear anyone enter the tent.

"Me," Wuya smirked. "I am the Immortal Heylin Witch, Wuya, master of the arcane, bringer of curses and desolation," she said impressively as she created dark green flames that surrounded her.

"Ahem," All Might coughed. "Ms. Wuya," he said catching her attention. "While I'm sure your unannounced entrance into the campus is, concerning. I am trying to teach a lesson, is your presence necessary?"

"Not entirely, I do however wish to be here to witness the moment my sweet, darling Izuku finally gets his revenge on that mean bully of his," she said as she leaned back in her metal folding chair, transforming it into a far more comfortable chaise lounge. "So, go on, begin the fight," she waved dismissively at the hero.

"You're still trespassing," All Might grumbled as he put his headset back on.

"Please, I walked these lands when they were nothing but forests, sure I might have burned them down," Wuya trailed off.

"Oh come on," Momo rolled her eyes at the claim. "That's make you almost two millennia old."

"Hey, I am just as young and ravishing as I was fifteen hundred years ago," Wuya hissed as she waggled her long serpentine tongue at the young lady.

"Uh sir," Izuku questioned into his headset. "Should we start now, did we miss the signal?"

"No, yes, sorry, begin, Ms. Wuya just showed up unannounced to and I quote, "Watch you beat his ass."," All Might said into his headset.

"Ugh," Izuku groaned. "Tell Wuya I'll do that, but she can't go around harassing people at U.A. whenever she gets bored." He said as he and Uraraka entered the building.

"She heard, you are on speaker," All Might responded.

"So wait, who are you," Kirishima asked before Wuya shushed him.

"Quiet child, the fun is about to begin," Wuya said excitedly as she watched Katsuki tear through the halls, enraged that his vengeance had been delayed and that someone was so confident in his defeat.

Katsuki swore to figure out which extra in the class was Wuya and make sure she suffered the same fate as Deku did.

"He's coming around the corner," Izuku said calmly. "I'll handle him, you go on ahead," he nodded to Uraraka.

"Are you sure," Uraraka asked nervously.

"I'm sure, because Master Omi told me to, I never fought against him all those years he treated me and everyone else like dirt beneath him," Izuku firmed up his features. "Now, I'm not expected to hold back."

"Oooh, ominous," Kaminari snickered as he reached over and took a handful of popcorn from Wuya's bucket. "So what was that about him being a bully?" he asked as he pointed to the monitor that showed Bakugo tearing through the halls to get to the ground floor as fast as he could.

"Well," Wuya shifted to get a bit more comfortable in her already incredibly comfortable chair. "You see, back when most of you mortals get your quirks, sweet little Izuku didn't get one, instead he had something far better, he is the Dragon of Water," Wuya proudly stated.

"What?" Mina tilted her head in confusion.

"I said, Izuku might be quirkless but he is an amazingly powerful Wudai Warrior," Wuya rolled her eyes. "Now listen child," she scolded. "That brat with the blonde hair, has a decent power," she gave credit to Bakugo's quirk, it was impressive. "But his ego is unwarranted, he was praised constantly by his peers and the adults around him for this, giving him the arrogance to assume that made him better than others, so he did what most pathetic mortals do when they feel powerful and important." Wuya gritted her sharp teeth in anger. "He decided that my Izuku should be his punching bag and turned ever school against him for not having a quirk."

Meanwhile Izuku was expertly deflecting and countering Bakugo's wild style. While fast and strong, it had too many openings that someone more experienced could take advantage of. Izuku was peppering blows into his joints and pressure points, which was racking up a non-insignificant amount of damage to his body, causing the other boy to get even more furious, and swing blindly.

"You fucker, how dare you hide your quirk," Bakugo roared. "You think you're better than me," he demanded to know. "Having a laugh at my expense for all those years."

"No, I didn't hide my quirk, because I don't have one, and after training my power, I didn't think you deserved to know because you changed Kacchan," Izuku retorted as he formed water and blasted Katsuki back, washing the accumulated sweat from his palms.

"Honestly, you all don't deserve someone as nice as Izuku," Wuya said bluntly. "He was made fun of by his classmates, and his teachers, don't even get me started on the outright contempt they showed him, and how many times he would come to the temple covered in scrapes and bruises just because some of the other kids would use him as a target to practice their quirks. All because he had the absolute gall," she said sarcastically. "To exist in your world without a quirk."

"He's going to be the protector of the world, on a level, even your All Might cannot reach," she emphasized how powerful she expected Izuku to become. "And I personally don't think he should bother," Wuya said as she waved her hand and turned the bucket of popcorn into a crystal glass of wine.

Izuku stomped his foot down and exploded his other leg out, planting it firmly in his opponents' gut, causing Katsuki to double over and spit up his lunch. "I'm done being treated as your punching bag Kacchan. I'm not going to let you walk all over me anymore," slapping both of his hands onto the sides of Katsuki's head disorienting him. "We both wanted to be heroes, we're both here, so why are you still so hung up on the past. Why do you have to always put me and everyone else down," Izuku sighed. "It's not right, you were so nice when we were younger, so confident and strong, then, you changed," Izuku said sadly.

"You became meaner, angrier and you started picking fights," Izuku continued. "You stopped having friends, instead they were your lackies or sidekicks," Izuku pressed forward. "You never played games for fun, it was always about winning, why? Why did you stop being my friend?" Izuku shouted.

"But," Wuya closed her eyes and smiled. "He's just that amazing, he's going to keep trying his best to be a hero, going to keep doing what is right, not because it's expected of him, or because someone told him too, he could be crippled with no powers and he'd still be right here, fighting to make the world a better place," Wuya said as she took a big gulp from her drink. "It's why I love him," she said to no one in particular. "After nearly two thousand years, I meet a young man who is just a purely good person."

"Because, you fucker, I'm, better, than you," Katsuki roared as he leveled his gauntlet. "These store my sweat, building up a massive blast, so even if you wash away all my sweat, these are protected, now die fucker," he demanded as he pulled the pin.

The tent rumbled as everyone turned back to the monitors having been enraptured by Wuya's tale that they had forgotten the fight was still going on. "What the hell happened," Wuya shouted in concern as she rushed over to the screens. "Where is he, where is he," she frantically said as she looked from screen to screen.

"I don't see him," All Might said. "The test is over, everyone return to the tent, immediately,"All Might firmly instructed.

"Wait, there," Tokoyami pointed to a monitor of the room the two students had been fighting in.

"Not a bad attack," Izuku stated. "But just like the mighty river, you cannot change my flow," the smoke began clearing out through the massive hole in the wall made by Katsuki's support gear. "As powerful as you are, you are no match for the ocean. Least of all the Dragon of Water," Izuku declared as he rocketed toward Katsuki, who was shocked to see Izuku still standing after that attack.

"Yeah," Wuya cheered happily as she watched Izuku perform an excellent ten hit combo, fluidly striking high and low, alternating his barrage that Katsuki was unprepared to defend again. "Go Izuku, beat his ass," she loudly celebrated as she happily danced around the tent, laughing manically.

Izuku reared back his fist, aiming it straight for Bakugo's face. "Tornado Stri-," Izuku started to shout before he stopped his attack. He'd managed to knock Bakugo out standing up. "Heh, even after all that, he still refuses to fall," Izuku chuckled before falling into a fight of laughter. "Such an arrogant prick," Izuku said as he wiped a stray tear of amusement from his eye.

After the four participants returned to the tent, Izuku sat Bakugo down on a chair.

"Dude, that was, AWESOME," Kirishima applauded. "How did you survive that explosion?"

"Yes, the young man has a point," Wuya hummed. "That blast was powerful, how is it that you are unscathed?" she inquired as she looked him over.

"Well you see, it was uh, TWO TON TUNIC!" Izuku declared as the Shen Gong Wu activated and formed under his robes.

"Ah ha," Wuya clapped happily. "Oh such cleverness, you never cease to impress and arouse me."

"Wuya," Izuku whined. "Not in front of my class, they'll get weird ideas."

"What is that?" Momo asked as she hurried over to inspect the set of mystical armor Izuku was wearing.

"The Two Ton Tunic, makes me impervious to harm when using it," Izuku grunted as he took a step. "Really heavy though," he gasped out before deactivating the artifact.

"Is this some new type of nanoweave, voice command operated," Momo asked as she inspected the threads that made up the cloth.

"Not new, this is almost two thousand years old, it's magic," Izuku happily said.

Momo rolled her eyes, "Please don't insult me," she said as she glared at Izuku. "Really what is this stuff, it feels just like silk."

"He's not lying, the mystical Shen Gong Wu were created by Grandmaster Dashi to stop me from taking over the world," Wuya replied. "That was as Izuku said almost two millennia ago."

Izuku started to strip out of the top half of his robes so he could remove the Shen Gong Wu. "Do you mind returning this to the temple, I kind of took this without asking Omi first," he said as he extended the tunic to Wuya.

Purring as she got to gaze upon Izuku's muscular torso, she smiled down at him. "Since you decided to flash me your succulent abs, I'll do it," she happily said as she took the artifact from his hands and levitated off the ground. "I'll want a copy of that fight sweetie so make sure you get one."

"I will Wuya," Izuku chuckled as he put his robes on proper and looked at his classmates. "What?" he asked as they all were staring at him with a variety of looks on their faces.