Invictus
Despite it being three years since the beginning of his training with All Might, Izuku still retained his tendency towards being nervous in high-stress situations. Such as being in front of U.A High on the of the entrance exam. It wasn't so much as standing under the arch at the entrance way that it was the actual examination that had Izuku worried. Intellectually, he knew he was smart enough to pass the written component. He knew that he was well trained for the practical part. Yet despite all preparation, the self-doubt that plagued Izuku's younger years never left him.
"Come on," he sighed to himself. "This is what the last three years have been all about. I have a Quirk, now. This should be a piece of cake!"
He took a deep breath, and took his first steps up the path towards the entrance of the school. As he did so, he heard the mutterings of the the other examinees. It seemed that he was not the only one nervous about the exam.
"I wonder how the practical exam would go?" Izuku wondered. While the written exam would be a cinch for him, he still had some doubts about his combat capability. Which led to his habitual mumblings that were extremely off-putting to those around him.
The chime of his phone alerting him to a text message interrupted Izuku's musings. Pulling out his phone, he saw that it was message from Fubuki, his second oldest sister and recent graduate from Shiketsu High. He had a soft smile as he read, "'Good luck with with the entrance exam! Just do your best, and the rest will come.'"
A quick check of his inbox showed a message from both of his parents, though the one from his father was somewhat stilted. There was also a brief text from his oldest sister, Tastumaki, an alumnus of U.A High. Her text simly typed 'win' and nothing else. Izuku took it as encouragement.
Both of his sisters, in the last three years, had gone on to become excellent heroes in their own rights. Fubuki was considered the number 1 up-coming rookie, and ranked in the top 50, despite only being almost 20. Tastumaki, though, was famous for having the strongest ESPer-type Quirk. Her psychokinesis was unparalleled, and at the young age of 25 was 6th in the Japanese Hero Rankings. Though, things were a little weird between him and Tatsumaki. While Fubuki had taken All Might's decision in her stride, Tastumaki...didn't. Not at first. She was fiercely protective of him and Fubuki, and simply saw Izuku's attempts to become a hero, despite his quirklessness as suicidal. To find out that Izuku not only could have a Quirk, but a Quirk that belonged to one of the few beings that was stronger than her was a tough pill to swallow. And thus, Tatsumaki was of two-minds, where Izuku was concerned. Hopefully not for long. Izuku loved his sisters, and hated the idea of being at odds with them.
Realising that he would be late, Izuku shook his head to clear his thoughts, and took another step forward...Only to trip over his own feet.
'This is it...This is how I die,' he lamented. However, instead of falling flat on his face, and embarrassing himself, Izuku found that he was floating.
"Wah!" his arms and legs flapped uselessly, before he heard a voice call out to him from the side.
"Are you okay?" Izuku turned his head to the source, to find a brunette young girl, with a permanent blush on her cheeks beside him. She then grabbed a hold of his floating body and arranged him in a standing position. "It's my Quirk. Sorry for using it on you without asking permission. But it'd be bad luck to fall before the exam, no?"
"Ah! No, it's fine!" Izuku squeaked, before coughing and composing himself. "Thanks."
"Aren't you nervous?" the girl asked.
"Ah...erm...er...No! I mean, yeah, I am," Izuku replied. "Oh! Erm...I'm M-Midoriya...Nice to meet you!"
"My name is Uraraka Ochaco!" the girl introduced. "Let's do our best! See ya!"
Uraraka then waved and left, leaving a blushing Izuku behind.
'I just talked to a girl,' he realised, in apparent wonder, before remembering where he was. 'Ah, the exam!'
He then ran after the girl, heading towards the location where the students were supposed to meet. It turned out to be a large amphitheatre, filled to the brim with students from all over Japan. Which wasn't surprising, given how popular U.A High was. Hastening to find his designated seat, Izuku found himself sat next to Katsuki.
"Kacchan..." he whispered. Despite how things ended between then, Izuku didn't exactly hate the explosive teen.
"Shut up, Deku!" Katsuki growled. "I'll kill you, if you get in my fucking way."
Izuku snapped his mouth shut, and turned to look towards the podium. Standing there, facing all the students was Present Mic.
"For all you listeners out there," the hero began. "Welcome to my show, today! Everybody say 'Hey'!"
He then cupped his ear to hear the resulting echo...Only for none of the students to do so.
"What a refine response," he muttered, quivering slightly. "Then, I'll quickly go through how the practical exam with be done. Are you ready? YEAH!"
'He's still as energetic as ever,' Izuku remarked, smiling slightly. When he first met the Voice Hero, Izuku couldn't help but fanboy over the man. Said hero was more than willing to receive the adulation, but eventually it got old.
"As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock battles in an urban environment," Present Mic explained, "You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you'll head over to the specified battle centre on the printouts in front of you."
"In other words, they won't let you work with your friends," Katsuki theorised, as both he and Izuku glanced at their papers.
Izuku's printout revealed that he would be tested in Block B, whereas Katsuki would be in Block 4.
"Y-You're right. Even though our examinee's numbers are consecutive, we're being separated," Izuku commented, initially stuttering a bit.
Katsuki snarled, "Huh? Did I say we were friends, Deku? You and I are done, remember?"
"N-N-N-No! Kacchan!" Izuku denied, hastily. "I was just making an observation."
"Tch, whatever," the blond teen grunted. "Damn, now I can't crush you..."
Sighing in relief, Izuku turned back to the front, where Present Mic was continuing with his explanation.
"Three different mock villains are stationed within each battle centre," the hero went on. "Depending on their difficulty, you will receive points for each successful take-down. Your goal, dear listeners is to use your Quirks to earn points by immobilising each mock villain.
"Of course, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited," Present Mic finished.
"May I ask a question?" a bespectacled student a few rows in front of Izuku asked.
"Of course, listner!"
"On the printout, there are four types of villains," the student began. "If that is a misprint, then U.A, the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake. We examinees are here because we wish to become exemplary heroes.
"In addition, you over there with the curly hair," here, the boy suddenly turned and pointed as Izuku. "You've been muttering this whole time. It's distracting! If you're here on a pleasure trip, then you should leave immediately!"
Izuku sank into his seat, his shyness getting the better of him, but was bewildered, and somewhat irritated, by the accusation. The most he had spoken was with Katsuki. And he wasn't getting chastised.
"Okay, okay, Examinee Number 7111," Present Mic waved, in an attempt to restore order. "Thanks for the great message!
"The fourth mock villain is worth zero points," he continued explaining. "It's purpose is to serve as an obstacle, so to speak. There's one on every street corner. An obstacle that will go crazy in enclosed spaces. It's not impossible to defeat, but serves no purpose other than to waste your precious time."
"Thank you very much!" the student from earlier replied. "Please excuse the interruption."
"I see...It's like in a video game, where you avoid obstacles you can't kill," one student remarked.
"The whole thing is like a game, huh," his friend added.
"That's all from me, dear listeners," Present Mic said. "Finally, I'll give you all a present; our school motto! The hero, Napoleon Bonaparte once said: 'A true hero is someone who overcomes life's mishaps'. Go beyond. PLUS ULTRA!"
As the hero said this, the giant screen behind Present Mic instantly showed the iconic words. Izuku trembled as he clutched his printout. Finally, he could start his journey.
"Now everyone, good luck suffering!"
'What.'
Outside Battle Ground B, Izuku stood waiting. The anticipation of what the exam would throw at him was nerve racking.
"I-It's time to do this," he whispered. "Three years of training was all for this moment. I will become the hero I always dreamed of being!"
He then slapped his cheeks upon making that declaration. After he psyched himself, Izuku then looked around the other examinees.
"How can everyone be so confident?" he wondered, not seeing a single person as nervous as he was. "Am the only one who's nervous? Huh...Some of them even have equipment tailored specifically for their Quirk!"
Izuku then caught sight of a familiar colour of hair. Over across the way, the girl from earlier was attempting to calm herself. He then made a snap decision, and went over to thank her for earlier. Or he would have done, if it wasn't for a hand on his shoulder holding him back.
"Who?" Izuku began, looking over his shoulder. 'Ah, it's him!'
"That girl seems to be trying to focus," the bespectacled boy from the hall scolded. "What are you doing here?"
"Sight-seeing," Izuku deadpanned, before he could stop himself. The other boy was getting Izuku's nerves.
The teen narrowed his eyes, "Be serious! Are you interfering with the other examinees?"
"Wh-what? No, of course not!" Izuku denied, waving his arms about.
"Hey, isn't that the guy who winced from being called out?" one of the examinees remarked.
"Heh, giving how timid he is, we'll have one less rival to worry about," another smirked.
'The others think themselves lucky because I am here,' Izuku sighed.
"Okay, start!" the voice of Present Mic interrupted them all.
'Huh?'
"What's wrong? There are no countdowns in real fights!" the hero announced. "Run, run! The die has been cast, you know!"
"Huh?" Izuku repeat, this time out loud. He looked over to the other students...Only to see them all running into the battle centre. "Ah! I...I'm already behind! Crap!"
He then ran after everyone else, before splitting off, to find his own hunting ground. Once he found some room, he activated One For All: Full Cowl, which was his own version of the Quirk that he developed with Gran Torino. Instantly, he felt the power of the Quirk surge through him. Even at five percent, the maximum he could manage after two years of training, his body felt much stronger. Jumping up, Izuku mimicked Gran Torino's wall-hopping movements to swiftly make ground.
Once he exited the side alley and entered a street, Izuku found his first target. The wall of a building collapsed as a mock villain burst into the street. Going by it's features, Izuku was now facing a 1-pointer.
"Target acquired," it droned. "I'll kill you."
Needing no excuse, he leapt forward and got in close to the machine.
"Amaterasu Smash!" Izuku yelled, landing a right punch straight into the it's 'head'. "That's one point!"
However, he didn't stick around to celebrate, and instead continued on. As he went through the centre, Izuku saw various students facing the villains. Some were winning with ease, like a blond teen firing some kind of laser from his navel. Others weren't do as well, yet still managed to take them down. For the next five minutes, Izuku continued to hunt and destroy as many machines as he could. By whatever bad luck that seemed to infect him that day, he could only managed to find the hand full of 1- and 2-pointers. By his calculation, Izuku only had twenty-three points.
Over in the observation room, the staff at U.A were taking notes on promising students. Cameras from all battle centres, and from every angle possible showed live screens of the progress of each would-be student. While most teachers were giving each student equal amounts of attention, for Toshinori there was only one prospective hero that he cared to observe.
'You are doing remarkably well, my boy,' he commented, as he noted Izuku's combat style and movement. 'It would seem that you have mastered a small percentage of One For All. Perhaps we ought to step up your training? But you still haven't found your way of fighting, have you?'
"This practical exam tests three fundamental skills required to keep the streets safe," Nezu stated. "As the students are not told of the location of the villains, they have a limited time to search a vast area.
"Information gathering ability; to understand the situation before anyone else. Mobility; that can be used in many different circumstances. Discernment; to be able able to stay calm in any situation. Not to mention pure combat ability," the headmaster listed. "These are the basic skills needed to to be able to keep the peace in the streets."
"This group of students seems rather promising, don't you think?" one teacher asked. "Plenty of would-be heroes."
"Well, we can't know for sure, yet," her colleague replied, flipping the lid open to reveal a red button. "Their true test has yet to come, after all."
'Show me your resolve, young Midoriya,' Toshinori silently demanded. 'Show me, once more, that spirit.'
Izuku kept running, searching for more villains to hunt. Twenty-three points wasn't going to be enough. Judging by the carnage in the streets, people were getting at least forty to fifty points. Punching a few more 1-pointers brought his score to twenty-seven, but it still wasn't enough.
Suddenly, the ground shook, as several buildings collapsed.
"Wh-what's going on?" Izuku wondered,
Out of the dust cloud, several huge machines, easily towering over the buildings, appeared. The sheer weight of the machines caused windows to shatter as they rolled down the larger streets. On the body, in bright red paint, was the number zero.
"Crap...The distraction villains," Izuku whispered. As he trembled in apprehension, Present Mic's words ran through his mind.
CRASH
Izuku jumped in surprised, when the sound of one of the 0-pointer punched the ground. The resulting explosion caused dust, rubble, and broken machines to go flying. Izuku braced himself against the shock-wave, being one of the few the remain upright.
As he stared up at the mock villain, breathing heavily, other students ran passed him. However, Izuku remained where he was, his legs refusing to obey his brain's commands.
"Less than two minutes remaining!" the voice of Present Mic echoed through the centre.
Upon hearing the announcement, Izuku snapped out of his fear. He then made to follow the other examinees, but the sound of a girl's cry caught his attention. He turned around, and what Izuku saw made his heart freeze.
"Ah, it hurts!" it was the girl from earlier, Uraraka Ochaco. The flying rubble had fallen on top of her leg, trapping her beneath some rocks and broken machines.
"Oh no!" Izuku yelped. "The machine's aren't programmed to go easy during the exam! If she doesn't move, she'll get crushed! Ah, what do I do!?"
'Sorry for using it on you without asking permission. But it'd be bad luck to fall before the exam, no?' The words that she had said that morning echoed in Izuku's mind.
In that split moment, one which he felt lasted for hours, Izuku found his resolve. Not bothering to stop and make a plan, he ran straight into the dust cloud, and let instinct take over. He rushed forwards, just as the huge machine raised its arm to crush Uraraka.
"Look out!" various students shouted or screamed.
The hand came down, causing another shock-wave to buffet the students, most of whom fell over from the impact. Once the dust cloud settled, the students were treated to a rather astonishing sight. Instead of the machine crushing the two students, as they thought, the machine's arm was being halted in its path...by Izuku's left forearm.
"Hey, it's okay," Izuku said, reassuring the girl who had very nearly had a heart attack. "Because I am here."
'Ha, I actually got to say it!' Izuku thought, victoriously. Despite the situation, he was rather happy he got to say those iconic words.
"Ah...Um...Er..." the girl in question was shocked speechless, unable to even form a basic sentence.
Noticing that the false villain wasn't raising its arm, but instead exerting more pressure, Izuku repositioned himself slightly.
"Th-This is gonna hurt," he murmured, before tightening his right hand into a fist. Defeating this machine would probably require more of One For All that he had ever used before. He then swung his arm in the arc of an uppercut. "Tsukuyomi Smash!"
The resultant punch had created an air pressure blast that sent the machine flying into the air, prompting many students to drop their jaws in sheer disbelief. Several had fallen onto the backsides or onto their knees. Secondary explosions went off all over the 0-pointer, before it eventually burst into a large fireball, and subsequently blew into pieces.
Izuku panted. He wasn't altogether sure, but given that he had barely managed to swallow the urge to cry out in pain, Izuku suspected that he had used a higher percentage of Full Cowl than his body was used to handling. Though, maybe now his limit had increased. Something to think about in the future.
"A-Ah...Are you okay?" Izuku looked down to see that Uraraka was looking nervously at him.
"Ah! Yes, I'm fine! I-I just over did it a little," Izuku replied, before bending down to lift the rubble off the girl with his left arm. "Though...I should be asking you that question? Is your leg hurt?"
"No, it's okay!" Uraraka assured, as Izuku helped her stand up. "I managed to use my Quirk to lighten the rubble before it landed on my leg. It was just that the other stuff landed on top of that before I could move."
"O-"
"Time's up!" Present Mic interrupted.
"Ah!" both students flinched in surprise.
"Oh! I only got twenty-seven points..." Izuku groaned.
"That's not all that bad. I only got one more point, Midoriya-kun," Uraraka said, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure we both managed to pass!"
Izuku blinked in mild surprise, 'She actually remembered my name.'
"Hey, you're holding your arm. Are you hurt?," Uraraka asked, a concerned expression on her face.
"A-Ah! N-No, I...I'm fine," Izuku replied, a little hesitantly. He didn't exactly want to advertise that he didn't have full control of his Quirk. "I just think overdid it on the punch, that's all."
"O-okay...If you're sure."
While the pair stood waiting for whatever it was that came next, the nearby examinees picked up their lose jaws, and began whispering amongst themselves.
"Did you see that guy?"
"He held back that 0-pointer with just one arm."
"And that punch! He sent it flying! Flying!"
"But...If he had such an amazing Quirk, what kind of life did he lead to be so timid?"
"Could it have been a trick? To make us all underestimate him?"
"Well if he did, it worked. Man, I really bought the act."
"Yeah...me too. Still, he's amazing!"
"They're all missing the point," the bespectacled boy muttered, who wasn't standing particularly far from Izuku. "Didn't they see? He jumped in to save that girl. Without even the slightest of hesitation. I was wrong about him..."
It was at this point that Recovery Girl made an appearance.
"Okay, good work everyone!" she called out. "Good work. Good work. Here you go, some gummies."
She handed out the sweets to one student, who thanked her.
"Yes, yes, you, too," she carried on, passing each student her healing sweets. She then reached Izuku. "Izuku-chan, what have I told you about getting carried away?"
"Ah, sorry! I ran on instinct there," Izuku apologised, sheepishly rubbing the back of head. "I think I might have torn a muscle at most, though. It's not like that...That other time."
"Well...At least you're learning," Recovery Girl sighed.
The other students curiously looked on. They were all bemused by how familiar the school nurse was being with him, much to Izuku's discomfort.
"Chuuuu!" Recovery Girl planted a kiss on Izuku's arm, who would have nearly keeled over in exhaustion, if Uraraka didn't prop him up.
"Ah...Th-th-thanks," he said, with a yawn. He then sighed, as he felt the warmth spread through his body, the tell-tale sign that Recovery Girl's Quirk was doing its function.
"Yes, yes. Let's finish this quickly so that you can all go to the written exam," Recovery Girl announced. "Is anyone else injured?"
Various students responded with yeses and nos, as Izuku followed the uninjured students out of the battle centre. All the while a single thought passed through his mind;
'Did I do enough?'
It was one week later, and Izuku still hadn't received a response from U.A High. The evening after the exam, Izuku returned home, without so much as phoning Toshinori. He hadn't wanted to face the disappointment that the man no doubt would have felt from Izuku's poor performance.
'I know I did well on the written paper,' he thought, as he stared at the piece of fish between his chopsticks. 'But I know I didn't do enough to pass the Practical Exam. Twenty-seven points won't be enough. I needed at least sixty to have i-'
"Izuku...?" the voice of his mother snapped him out of his musings, "Izuku? Hey, are you okay? Why are you smiling at the fish?"
"Oh! Sorry! No, I'm fine!" Izuku quickly replied, "Just thinking about the exam."
"Oh," Inko sighed in relief, "I'm sure it went fine, Izuku. You've been trained by All Might! I know you passed!"
"Mom..." Izuku whispered. He then smiled, softly.
Later on, Izuku decided to curl his weights. If nothing else, he could keep up his physical conditioning. If he didn't get into U.A, there were other schools he could join, like Shiketsu. He wouldn't give up his dream. Not that easily. Not when All Might put his faith in him.
'I just wish I could have lived up to All Might's expectations,' Izuku thought, morosely, 'All that training, and I couldn't deliver a certainty that I would get in to U.A...'
Suddenly, the door to the living room burst open, making Izuku snap his head towards it.
"Oi! Izu! How'd it go?" Tatsumaki demanded, flying into the room. "You better not have lost!"
"Tatsu!" Izuku yelped, dropping the dumbbell. It would have landed on his foot, but for a telekinetic grab by his other sister, who had followed much more sedately. "Ah, thanks, Sis."
"You're welcome," Fubuki nodded. "But please answer the question."
"Yeah, stop deflecting!" Tastumaki agreed, floating around the siblings.
"Girls, let Izuku answer!" Inko chided, coming out of the kitchen. "He won't be able to tell you anything if you keep interrupting."
"Sorry, Mama," the girls apologies. Inko merely raised an eyebrow. "Sorry Izuku," they both added.
Waving away the apology as unnecessary, Izuku went into explaining how the exam went. He summerised the exact nature of the practical component, detailed how he did, and where he made mistakes. The incident with the huge machine brought wide-eyed stares from both Tastumaki and Fubuki, but both said nothing. Once he finished with saying that he felt confident of passing the written exam, there was silence between the family.
Eventually, Tatsumaki said, in a brisk tone, "Well...at least you didn't embarrass yourself. Or kill yourself."
"Y-yeah," Izuku mumbled.
"I guess we'll talk more when you've got your results," Fubuki sighed. "There's not really anything we can say until then."
"I suppose..." Izuku tailed off, not really sure what to add. So, with a slight shrug, he excused himself and headed for his room. He needed a nap. However, he could only manage about an hour of sleep before he was interrupted.
"Izu-Izu-Izu...!Izu-Izu-Izu...Izuku!" Inko stuttered bursting through the door towards him. She lifted her hand and showed Izuku what she had; a letter with the U.A High seal. "It's here! It came! It's here!"
Taking the offered letter, Izuku retreated back into his room. As much as he wanted to share the experience with his family, Izuku couldn't find it in himself to open it with them there. Not if the letter held the possibility of being a rejection. Idly, Izuku heard his mother pace in front of the door to his bedroom. With just his table lamp to illuminate his desk, he stared at the letter for what seemed to be a lifetime.
'Gah! I can't keep stalling!' he thought, before he grabbed the envelope and tore it apart.
While he knew there was an official letter within the envelope, Izuku's eyes were instantly attracted to the small metal disk that landed on his desk. Said disk began to light up;
"I am here as a projection!" the image of All Might declared.
Izuku sprang back in surprise. The disk had projected a hologram above his table, giving him an up close image of his mentor's face.
"Huh! What? All Might?!" Izuku glanced at from the torn envelope to the projection several times over, as a familiar soundtrack started to play. "Wait...Oh yeah...he said that he was going to start working at U.A."
"I had to do some paperwork that took some time, which was why I didn't contact you this last week!" the projection explained, boisterously as usual. "I am sorry!"
A hand appeared at the side, gesturing for All Might to get on with it.
"Hah? What is it? Wrap it up?" All Might looked a little lost, much to Izuku's amusement. "But there is something I must talk to him about...It's going to push everyone else back? All right, okay."
Izuku gulped, as the tension became a bit much.
"Well, you passed the written exam. And you got a mere twenty-seven points," All Might began, making Izuku wince. "Ordinarily, that would mean that you didn't pass. The pass mark is generally forty-five points."
"I thought as much..." Izuku whispered, glaring down at his clenched fists. "But to hear it from All Might...It's so frustrating..."
"I say, ordinarily," All Might went on, to which Izuku lifted his head so fast that it might have snapped. "However, there is more. You should take a look at this video, Young Midoriya!"
Holding a remote, All Might turned to the side, where a television was situated. He turned it on, to show a video of Uraraka talking to Present Mic.
"Um...Excuse me? You know the curly-haired boy with freckles...Midoriya? Do you know who I'm talking about?" she began, gesturing with her hands.
"Wait, why is she talking about me?" Izuku wondered out loud.
"Well...Is it possible for me to share some of my points with him?" she asked, nervously. "He could have gotten more points, but he wasted his time to save my life. I...He should have to fail because of me. At least give him the points he lost because of me! Please! Please! Please!"
Izuku stood up in wonder, as All Might paused the video. He hadn't expected this from someone he had barely spoken to. It was...both flattering and humbling.
"The entrance exam wasn't just graded on villain take-downs!" All Might then went on to explain.
The video continued.
"Even if you want to, you cannot give him your points," Present Mic gently explained, causing Uraraka to wilt. Present Mic then patted the girl's head. "Anyway, you don't have to give him any, female listener!"
All Might then walked in front of the screen.
"How can a hero course in any school reject a prospective student who saves others and does the right thing?" he asked, rhetorically. "The answer is: they don't!
"Rescue points!" All Might then declared. "A panel of judges observed the exam, and graded the students on their rescuing. It's the other basic ability that the teachers at U.A look for! Midoriya Izuku, fifty-five points! And Uraraka Ochaco, twenty-five points! You both pass."
"This...This is too crazy..." Izuku whispered.
All Might then turned to face the green-haired teen.
"Come, Young Midoriya," he beckoned, extending an arm out towards him. "This...Is your Hero Academia!"
Unable to control himself any further, tears fell down his face as he nodded resolutely.
"Yes, sir!"
Author's Notes: So, Izuku's passed, and he doesn't have to blow up is arm and legs up to do so! Basically, he's about where he was after the Hero Killer Arc. But with a firmer base to work from, izuku's growth is exponential. Meaning that he'll get stronger much faster than in canon. Though not without hiccups. One For All is still a dangerous Quirk. That he's had it for longer means that his body has had more time to acclimatise to it. Hopefully, I can manage an organic growth in skills.
Now, Izuku's sisters. As some of you guessed, they are indeed Tastumaki and Fubuki of One Punch Man fame. That said, they won't be exactly like their canon selves. The world of My Hero Academia isn't as...hm, as grim as One Punch Man. The particulars are hopefully there, though. And they aren't just gimmicks, both sisters will have a significant part to play in future Arcs.
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