Right after Midoriya had first suggested the idea for his Ultimate move…

"Because you don't trust your arms, you want to switch over to your legs?! I love it! What an idea!" Hatsumee bounced over to him, suddenly looking brighter, more excited, and more energetic than before, if that were possible. "I'll make you some super cute leg babies!"

"I - um…well…just so you know, I don't really want to change the design of my costume too much," stammered out Midoriya.

"I'm a designer who can work according to the ridiculous whims of my clients!" she replied. "Sensei! Will you sign off on my idea if it's good enough?"

"If It's good, yes."

"If you want to make your legs your selling point, then you'll probably want to start marketing yourself as a speed type hero instead of the power type you've been marketing yourself as! Especially if you want to throw down in the same ring as Iida now."

"Sure!"

She turned to me and started talking about me, which to my horror actually made me feel flustered. "For someone like Iida who's got a sturdy frame, it's like he's an armored vehicle with an F1 Engine inside. Fighting in the same ring with someone like that is -"

"Hold on!" Midoriya interrupted her. "I've got a power up technique called 'Full cowl', you see. With that -"

"Hoho! If that's the case, this'll be a breeze!"

From the looks of things, I thought, I'll be competing with Midoriya on an even higher plane than before.

So the remaining days of training came and went, and nothing really changed. I was thinking, however, that I should perhaps reach out to my brother for advice...

And in the blink of an eye, the bus was pulling up to the test site.

"The exam site. Takoba national stadium." It was indeed a massive fortress.

"I'm getting nervous!" cried Jirou.

"I didn't know it was at Takoba," said Midoriya.

"What do you think we're going to have to do? Ha…I wonder if I can get a license," whined Mineta.

"Minute," said Mr. Aizawa, bending down to be at eye level with him. "It's not 'if.' Go and get it."

"Oh, definitely! Definitely!" he cried back.

"If you are able to pass this exam and get your provisional licenses, then you are no longer eggs. You will hatch and become chicks. Semi-pros. Do your best."

"All right! Let's do it! Let's become chicks!" cried Kaminari.

"Ok everyone, gather round!" said Kirishima. "Ready? Plus -"

"ULTRA!" boomed a strange voice. A huge guy in a military cap had popped in from nowhere!

"It's not nice to randomly insert yourself in other people's huddles, Inasa," said a boy with purple hair in the same cap and school uniform, next to a blonde girl in the girl version.

"AH, SORRY! PLEASE - " ACCEPT - MY HUMBLEST - APOLOGIES!" he screamed as he slammed his head into the ground in a kind of bow.

WHAT?

"Who is this guy that's so ridiculously pumped up?" cried Kaminari.

"It's like someone added Iida and Kirishima together and squared the result," said Sero.

"Wait a minute, those uniforms! Aren't those from that famous school in the west?"

"UA in the east, Shiketsu to the west," I muttered.

"Of the many hero departments out there, the elite school that matches up with UA. Shiketsu high!"

"I JUST WANTED TO TRY AND SAY IT ONCE! PLUS ULTRA! IT'S THE UTMOST HONOR TO BE ABLE TO OCMPETE WITH YOU ALL! I WISH YOU THE BEST!" screamed this Shiketsu high dude. "I REALLY LOVE UA!"

"Ah, blood," murmured the blonde girl, staring at the wound on his head.

"Let's go," said the purple hair boy.

"Nasa Yoarashi," said Mr. Aizawa.

"Do you know him, Sensei?" said Hagakure.

"He's crazy enthusiastic," said Kirishima," but he seems ike a nice guy."

"Yoarashi," said Sensei. At last year's entrance exam…in other words, the same year you all took it…in spite of receiving the top score and passing, for some reason he declined his admission offer."

"Huh? That mean's he's a first year? And if he got the top score…" mumbled Midoriya, sounding worried as he looked at Todoroki. Indeed, if this man is in fact the top scorer in Japan, then he is in fact ranked higher than Todoroki.