The U.A. Practical Exam has begun! Now you'll get to see how Shigeo does in the practical exam and just what exactly he can do with his psychic powers. So devour Chapter 7 of 100 Percent Hero!


The doors to the battle center burst open, and with that, Shigeo Kageyama's exam had begun. The esper used his psychic abilities to propel himself at amazing speeds, creating a large gust of wind that momentarily threw the other contestants off balance. They were dumbfounded by the power this seemingly regular applicant possessed, and it took them about a second to start their sprint into the arena. Mob's feet were about an inch off of the ground, staying afloat as the esper lifted himself up off the ground.

"Now where to look..."

Mob didn't even need to ask: at the first street intersection, one of the robots worth one point appeared with its weapons primed for attack. Instead of legs, this machine was equipped with a large wheel to move around. Its arms were equipped with large machine guns, and its forearms were protected with large shields that had the number one on them to make it easy to recognize it's point value. With a forward palm thrust, the esper severed the head of the machine and sent it flying through the air. The machine remained motionless for a moment, then, with a slow thud, fell to the ground.

"That's one point." The powerful psychic continued to trek through the streets, waiting for more of the machines to arrive. After sprinting through two different intersections, he was greeted with the sight of two other robots, one worth two and the other worth three. The machine worth two points was more animalistic, walking with four legs, a weaponized tail, and a serpentine head. The machine worth three points looked like a turtle: instead of a shell, there were two mounted cannons. It's two front legs were sharp claws ready to slice whoever entered its field of vision.

The three-point robot fired multiple shells at the esper, but the shells were effortlessly stopped by Mob's telekinesis. The two-point robot lunged for the psychic in an attempt to catch him off guard, but Shigeo was too quick, too powerful. In a split-second, the examinee sent half of the shells at the two-point robot, and the other half was sent to the three-point machine. The shells exploded in a brilliant orange flash, destroying the central processing units of the machines and rendering them inoperable.

"Now that's six points." In less than five seconds, the esper had already taken out three of the obstacles, while most of the other applicants had barely made it to the remains of the first robot destroyed. Now, the examinees who had dared mocked Shigeo for his plain looks and seemingly fearful disposition saw a glimpse of the destructive power this psychic possessed, and were desperately hoping the esper would leave them enough robots for them to destroy.

While the applicants diligently fought in the battle centers, the teachers of U.A. High were watching how the practical exam was going from their own private monitoring room.

The principal observed all of the students with a small smile on his face. "None of the applicants are aware of the number of robots there are, their locations, or how many remain. With the limited time frame and large setting, they must meticulously search the city for villains to hunt for every target they can find." On the monitors, several applicants were shown either running through the streets, observing the situation from higher ground, or in the process of destroying villains.

"While some utilize high speed to take down their targets, others use advanced surveillance to spot their targets and determine the optimal place to strike. At the same time, many other factors must be taken into account, such as power, confidence, combat ability, and experience. The ones who manage to combine all of these tactics will be the ones who enter this school and rack up the highest scores."

One of the other teachers, a black-haired female with a revealing outfit, was interested by what she was seeing. "Many of the applicants show a lot of potential."

"Indeed. There's one applicant in particular that's showing astounding skills." One of the judges wore a black mask with the image of a skull adorning the front. "Do you notice the one with telekinesis?"

"Ah yes. His abilities are quite remarkable." The principal had recognized who this young applicant was once he saw his abilities up-close. This was him, Shigeo Kageyama. Nezu's smile faded, and he rested his finger on his lips. All Might wasn't kidding when he said this child's abilities were impressive. In about six minutes, he had already racked up more than eighty points. It seemed he was able to use his telekinesis to increase his speed and float himself high into the air. With his telekinesis, enhanced speed, and flight, he could easily take care of the villains while he scouted the area from up high and located the villains, all while his face remained blank and emotionless. To Shigeo, this all seemed like child's play. He was quite a force to be reckoned with.

Nezu turned his gaze to the most powerful teacher in the room, the symbol of peace. All Might noticed Nezu looking at him and met his gaze. Instead of speaking, the principal widened his eyes, as if to silently display the amazement he had towards the esper. All Might got the message the principal was trying to send and gave a small nod. Nezu was right: Shigeo was doing unbelievably, far better than he'd ever thought. Toshinori was supremely confident that Shigeo would pass. Izuku, on the other hand, he was beginning to doubt.

The symbol of peace grimaced. Unfortunately, young Midoriya hadn't gotten any points yet, and the clock was ticking. If he wanted to pass, he would have to do something incredibly heroic.

"Let's see what the applicants do when the largest obstacle comes into place."


The teenage esper was doing absolutely swimmingly. He'd been afraid that his powers were rusty, but once he started destroying the robots and soaring through the city, he felt like he was getting his groove back. Scouring the city and fighting off multiple villains at once reminded him of the battle he had with Mogami in the mental mindscape, where all of the evil spirits were attacking him, and he had to constantly be on the lookout for whenever they arrived. Only this was a lot easier. In fact, he'd been taking out so many villains that most of other other candidates were barely able to get more than 15 points.

As Shigeo put himself back on the ground and looked around to see where more robots would be, he noticed several people were looking at the remains of the robots he'd destroyed with despondency. He took note of the disappointment in their eyes, their hunched shoulders, and their arched backs.

"No way!"

"I've only found six robots! The rest were already destroyed!"

"There're only a few minutes left of the exam. How am I supposed to get enough points now?"

The esper could hear all of their dejected comments and hopeless faces. Seeing the looks of sadness and fear on their faces reminded him of the constant uneasiness Izuku faced when taking the hero exam. He'd experienced his friend's internal agony over the possibility of failure first-hand and knew how deep those emotions went. His friend had put everything on the line for this exam. It was the only chance for him to become a hero. It was his dream. That must have been how the rest of these applicants felt, knowing this was one of the biggest moments for them to attend this school and become a hero. His outstanding ability of empathy for others was showing itself, allowing him to reach out for those he didn't know well and understand what they must have been feeling.

"They all look so sad and afraid..." Was it really fair for Shigeo to take all of these points? He already had about one hundred and six points based on his math: did he really need anymore? Besides, being a hero probably meant way more for most of these applicants than it did for Shigeo. He'd gotten carried away, so focused on getting enough points that he didn't think about the others in the battle center.

"Target acquired!"

Shigeo looked to his right and saw five robots streaming in from the right, all of them worth more than one point. To his left, there were two one-pointers, a two-pointer and a trio of three-pointer. The powerful psychic saw these machines and yelled out, "Lucky me! I've found some more three-pointers for me to take out!"

The other applicants standing over the remains of Shigeo's destroyed villains heard the mention of three-point robots and immediately sprinted down the street to the esper's location. Mob flew in the direction of the robots to the left, although if anyone had noticed his movements before, they would've realized this was much slower than he was less than a minute ago. Shigeo's first target was the one-point villain: the machine spun its wheel toward the esper with its hands stretched out. When the villain reached Mob, it swung its arm horizontally, but the examinee ducked. It then followed up by using its other arm to swing down at Shigeo. The esper raised his hand up and kept the villain frozen with his psychic powers.

"Come on..." To the untrained eye, it seemed as though the esper was having a difficult time keeping the monster's arm at bay, but it couldn't have been more wrong. In reality, Shigeo was biding his time, waiting for the other applicants to see the opportunity in front of them and strike. If he wanted to, he could have dispatched both armies of robots in less than ten seconds. In two seconds, one of the other applicants leaped up and punched the frozen machine through its chest, destroying the villain for good. Two of the other applicants went for the other robots and used their quirks to utterly decimate the villains.

In the surveillance area, all of the teachers noticed Shigeo's expression upon seeing the other applicants, in addition to his sudden change of fighting style. Thanks to their experience and intuition, all of them were able to pick up on the fact that the esper felt guilt for taking so many points from the other applicants, so he decided to hold back in response. All Might's lips lifted into a small smile, and his heart was filling with pride.

"That's the way, Kageyama!" thought the symbol of peace.

"Quite an interesting applicant, that one is," remarked one of the teachers, "He seems to be able to empathize with the other applicants and held back when he realized how many points he'd already gathered."

Back in the arena, Shigeo looked behind him, and was pleased to see that the other applicants were in the process of destroying the machines on the other side of the street. "Hopefully that'll get them enough points," thought Shigeo, "I'm sure there are still some robots for the others."

Like clockwork, four more machines appeared, snaking their way through the alleys of the urban area and ready to strike their enemies.

"Yes! If they keep coming, I might have a shot!" The esper heard these words of hope from one of the applicants and inwardly smiled. As long as there were enough villains and nothing else interrupted them, the other candidates might still have a chance.

Out of nowhere, the ground began to rumble. The applicants saw huge dust clouds rising up and heard the sound of wires snapping as well as buildings crumbling. The examinees could feel the ground quaking with increased vigor, none of them understanding why this was. Their questions were quickly answered: looming over the middle schoolers was a gargantuan machine, dozens of times larger than the regular robots.

"Is that..."

"That thing's huge!" Unlike the rest of the applicants, the bowl-headed teenager displayed only mild shock at the sight before him. Even when the machine slammed its fist into the ground, the esper didn't blink. While the rest of the applicants were panicking and screaming with terror, the esper remained motionless and expressed almost no fear in the threat facing him. However, he did take note of how panicked the other applicants were: as they ran away, some of the machines that had approached them attempted to attack the applicants.

Realizing they weren't in a state to attack, the esper's aura lit around him, and he sent all of the machines nearby flying into the walls, giving the hero an extra seven points. "This isn't good," muttered Shigeo, although this wasn't in reference to himself, "This'll really mess up the other candidates. Even though there's only a few minutes left, that's still enough time for them to get a few more points. But they can't do that if this giant thing is getting in their way."

The esper's fists tightened, and he began to walk in the direction of the machine, his aura flaring to life.

"I'll have to take care of it myself."


The monstrous machine continued its rampage of destruction, and as it laid waste to the city, it took note of the human approaching with a bright aura shining around him. The machine's eyes glowed bright red, and its fist prepared to collide with the examinee. But before the fist could reach the applicant, its arm was rendered immobile. The arm was covered in a bright blue light, and the esper's hand was raised just a few meters away from the hulking fist.

"Guess I'll take out the head."

The esper soared up high, approaching the machine's head with his regular bored expression. Then, focusing his energy in his palm, Mob extended his hand and unleashed his psychic power. In a dazzling display of power, Shigeo's telekinetic blast managed to actually sever the head of the zero point robot, sending it crashing into the top of a nearby building. Both machines began to fail, their bodies overheating and exploding from the sudden loss of connectivity with their brains.

As the esper flew in the sky and watched the machine tumble to the ground, he looked back at the other applicants to see how they'd reacted or what they were doing. Although it was hard to tell, it seemed as though they were watching what had just happened, shocked by Shigeo's psychic powers.

But then, once they heard the one minute marker, this brought them back to their senses and reminded them of the points they needed to gather. "At least this'll give them a little bit more time to search for more robots." The esper gently floated back to the ground, disappearing in the large clouds of dust. The examinee settled on remaining shrouded in the dust clouds until the time ran out. It was the least he could do for the remaining applicants.


As the dust cleared and the applicants had finally stopped their exam, many of them began to make their way towards the ruins of the zero-point robot. All of them were astonished by the level of strength the applicant had by severing its gargantuan head with only a single attack. With that attack, they already knew that this kid was definitely getting into U.A. High. Furthermore, Shigeo was tallying the numbers in his head, and he'd come up with a grand total of one hundred and thirteen points.

When all of the smoke was gone, the bowl-headed psychic stood there with a neutral face, staring at all of the approaching applicants and taking note of their shocked expressions directed towards him.

"Dude, how did you do that?" one of the examinees remarked.

"I just used my psychic powers to propel myself upward and force its head off," Shigeo replied, his face remaining as dull as usual. Some of the applicants noticed how bored he looked, serving to further fuel their shock and create some minor internal rage at the idea someone was so strong that this was little more than a game to him.

"You're amazing!" shouted another examinee.

"Oh." When it came to praise regarding his psychic powers, Mob never felt flattered by it, feeling it was undeserved or unremarkable complimentary. "Thanks." Now that the practical exam was over, the esper couldn't help but wonder how Izuku had done in his test. With hope, he'd gotten more than two dozen points, although he'd have to meet up with his friend again to be sure.


After the practical exams were over, all of the students were instructed to change back into their original clothes and go to a large auditorium where all of the applicants would take their written exam.

While all of the students were making their way to the auditorium, Shigeo Kageyama was keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of his friend. He wanted to know how he did on the exam, how many points he'd gotten, ensure that they would both be enrolling together. Sadly, the esper could not find his friend anywhere. What the powerful psychic did not realize was that Midoriya was purposefully trying to avoid his friend. Midoriya didn't want to see his friend's shocked expression and sadness when he found out the green-eyed teenager would very likely not be attending U.A. High. For unlike Shigeo, the fanboy had failed to get a single point during his practical exam due to his inexperience and the severe drawback of his power. However, he had shown his true worth by sacrificing his chance to get more points by eliminating the zero-point robot in order to save the girl he'd met earlier on. Even so, it didn't change the fact that he failed...

Now, while in the practical exam, Shigeo had succeeded while Izuku had failed, the opposite was now the case for the written exam. Thanks to all of his studying and time put into researching quirks and heroes, a lot of the information on the written exam was easy for young Midoriya. For Shigeo, however, he was hopelessly stuck on several of the questions, frantically trying to remember everything he'd learned in the online school he'd attended but having difficulty recalling a great deal of it. By the end of the exam, Shigeo had only barely finished the last question before he was forced to turn it in. The esper sighed: it seemed all the training he did still didn't make up for all of his large deficiencies in other aspects of his life.

Once the written exams were finished, Shigeo continued to search for his friend among the crowd of students. When all of the students filed out and began returning to their homes, Shigeo waited at the entrance of the school for ten minutes, trying to see if he could spot his friend leaving. Alas, there was no such luck.

"Guess that means he already left," muttered Shigeo, "I would've liked to see how he did, but I'll meet up with him soon and ask him myself. In the meantime, I should head back home."

With the exam having come to an end, Mob was left to wander through the city streets. The tangerine sunset shined over the city, taking with it the light many people had clung onto in their hopes of attending U.A. High. While he was walking, Shigeo's thoughts went back to these people. He knew it was part of the exam, that it was fair game for whoever had the power to take out these villains, that it was a competition, and yet the esper still thought he might have taken the way the few points an applicant needed to pass.

"I need to talk to All Might about this," muttered Shigeo, "He might give me the answer I need. That, and..." Shigeo's thoughts lingered back to earlier this morning when he'd learned he was responsible for letting the sludge villain go. That was another thing to add to Mob's guilt list. Despite all the assurance Izuku gave him and the fact that it was unintentional, that still didn't take away the undeniable truth that he'd let that villain go. So why didn't All Might tell him about it ten months ago? He needed to know.

After about a thirty minute walk, the esper entered the apartment and took the elevator up to his apartment floor. He opened the door, but found the apartment to be empty. "All Might must still be doing his hero work."

The powerful esper decided to unwind while he waited for All Might to return, so he turned on the television and tuned into a cop action movie, decompressing with the intense action sequences. After about an hour of enjoying the film, the door flung open and in came All Might, wearing a suit and a smile on his face. Upon seeing the suit, Shigeo's eyebrow lifted, and he turned off the television.

"Good evening, Kageyama. How're you feeling after the exam?" The symbol of peace attempted to start out with the basic questions, although the esper's face remained as dull as usual.

"More or less."

The hero's smile faded, and he walked up to the couch. "What do you mean?"

The esper heaved his chest and leaned his body further back into the sofa, shifting his eyes so that they were looking at the ceiling just above the television. The frightened looks and sorrowful eyes of the applicants who felt they were going to fail were still fresh in his mind. "During the practical exam, I was racking up dozens upon dozens of points. I thought I was doing what I needed to do, but then I saw how scared the other applicants were. They were afraid they wouldn't get enough points to pass because I had destroyed too many of the villains." The esper weakly let his hands droop down to his sides. "How many of those applicants had dreams of becoming heroes that were just as large as Midoriya's? I might have succeeded, but how many people might have failed because of me?"

All Might's lips were pursed into silence. After seeing Shigeo's reaction and sudden change of heart midway through the exam, he'd come to expect this conversation. Like the other teachers, he couldn't help but be surprised by the esper's consideration of others. He'd underestimated the child's capacity for empathy, and the hero needed to let Mob know how proud he was of his selflessness.

"Kageyama, listen." The esper's eyes went to All Might as he seated himself in the sofa chair adjacent to the couch. "Becoming a hero isn't something everyone can do, and for U.A. High, the standards are ridiculously high. A lot of these applicants might try their best, but the sad truth is that for 99% of them, they do not have sufficient power to make it to this high school. That's not something you changed during this exam. There will always be people superior to others in some regards, as you know all-too-well, and this is an area where you are superior to others." Shigeo's facial features began to loosen, digesting the hero's words, when the hero extended his body forward and reached both of his hands out.

"Normally, what I'm about to tell you is something you'd find out when you get your results next week, but I'm going to tell you it now." The esper waited and nodded. "I was hired as a teacher at U.A. High."

Mob's eyes widened, and his lips parted from shock. Toshinori continued. "As a teacher, I oversaw all of the performances of the students. I saw what you did: I, along with the rest of the teachers, were able to see through your change of tactics after you noticed the saddened looks of the other applicants. We also knew you destroyed the giant robot in order to give the other applicants time to search for more villains. The very fact that you showed consideration for the other applicants and stopped focusing on gathering points demonstrated your lack of desire to prove yourself the best and your humility, impressing me and the rest of the teachers. In fact,"

The symbol of peace raised his finger up to the air, preparing to make another large point. "What the applicants didn't realize was that the practical exam was graded on more than the amount of villains you destroyed."

"I don't really get it."

"You see, a panel of judges watches over the exam and rewards extra points based on heroic acts. While you may have gotten one hundred and thirteen points, you were also rewarded thirty nine extra points for your selfless consideration of the other applicants. In total, that gives you one hundred and fifty two points, putting you in the number one spot and nearly double the second place examinee." All Might dramatically raised his finger and pointed it at the esper, causing him to slightly move back. "I've said it once and I'll say it many more times, but you and Midoriya have the hearts of true heroes, and your actions today proved it once again!"

His dull brown eyes sparkled. His lips became shaky, and his body was beginning to fill with happiness. Not because he'd gotten some measly bonus points, but because he was being valued for himself, not for his psychic powers. The bowl-haired teenager remained in this state of pleasure for a few seconds, but composed himself enough to not let his emotions run wild. In fact, All Might's last statement made him aware of the other big thing that he'd been wondering about. "Speaking of Midoriya, how did he do? How many points did he get?"

The symbol of peace let out a few short chuckles, then placed his hands on his lap. "It turns out you weren't the only one who destroyed the zero-point obstacle." The esper's eyebrow furrowed up, and he leaned forward in anticipation. "You see, during the exam, a young girl was trapped under some rubble and was in the path of the large machine. Young Midoriya saw this and instantly stepped in: using One for All, he jumped up and destroyed the machine before it could trample over the girl."

Toshinori's verdant eyes intensified, and his expression became stern. "He did this in spite of the fact that he had accrued no points at all." The esper gasped. Izuku didn't get a single point?

The symbol of peace saw Shigeo's shocked expression and prepared to alleviate that shock. "But what he did not and still does not know is that his heroic actions gave him enough bonus points to make it into the top ten!"

"Really?" The lump in his throat growing from the fear of Izuku not making it to U.A. High dissolved, and he took a large sigh of relief. "But don't call Midoriya to tell him yet. Frankly, you shouldn't even know about this yet."

"Oh." It seemed somewhat dishonest and rather sad to keep Izuku in the dark like this for the entire week. Mob could only imagine how internally devastated his friend must have felt, thinking that he'd failed the hero exam and wouldn't be joining Shigeo at U.A. High. Now that he learned about Izuku getting no points, now the child esper pieced together that his friend could have been deliberately avoiding him so he wouldn't have to tell him the bad news. But still, there were rules, and Shigeo didn't want to break them and risk getting Izuku in trouble. "Ok."

"Besides, the wait will only make the surprise all-the-more impactful." The hero got up from his seat and went into the kitchen to grab himself a snack. "Is there anything else that's on your mind you want to talk about?"

This was the chance. With the other stuff out of the way, Shigeo could address All Might's deceit about the sludge villain and why he kept such vital information away from him. He opened his mouth and prepared to talk about it, but the words were caught at his throat. The esper tried to push the words out of his throat and through his mouth, but something was keeping the words trapped in the throat.

It wasn't the right time. After the hero had yet again praised Shigeo for his noble nature and heroic actions and had tried to put his mind at ease over how many points he'd taken during the exam, to throw guilt and shame at Toshinori seemed disrespectful. It wasn't fair after all the support he'd given him and continued to give him. While he still wanted to talk about the issue, he would find a more relaxed and appropriate time for the two of them to converse. So the hero buried the words down and switched to a more trivial topic. "Are Midoriya and I still going to be training this week?"

"For now, until Izuku gets his test results, I'd say it's wise to give him some space." The hero grabbed a bag of Chex Mix and sat back down on the sofa chair. "But if you want, we can go back to the beach and continue exercising. After all, there are still some areas farther out that haven't been cleaned, and this time, you can use your psychic powers to get rid of the trash."

"Sounds good to me."

"Now then..." The symbol of peace grabbed the remote lying on the table and turned the television back on. "Why don't you and I find something good to watch on tv?"

The esper moved his lips upward and shortly nodded his head. The two superpowered humans relaxed in their seats and allowed themselves to indulge in whatever televised program they came across. These was the last three weeks of freedom Shigeo Kageyama would have before officially embarking on his journey of becoming a hero and resuming an actual school life.


Living within a very fancy house adorned with multiple stained-blue windows, a gorgeous front yard with multiple small trees at the front and many larger trees in the backyard, the hot-headed and extremely arrogant Katsuki Bakugo was sitting in his room, playing Call of Duty on his Xbox to pass the time.

A week had passed since he'd taken the practical exam. As he already knew before he even took the exam, he performed far beyond what anyone was expecting. From his calculations, he'd managed to wrack up a ridiculously high score of seventy seven points, taking down more then thirty robots. Nobody he saw managed to get rid of more then seven villains. The explosive teenager was supremely confident he would be ranked first in the practical exam. He also did pretty well on the written exam, although whether or not he got first in that was much more irrelevant to him.

He was also confident that nerd Deku wouldn't even make it to the top 1,000 in the practical exam. Hell, anything more than zero points would be a freaking godsend for him. Deku was a freaking idiot for even considering applying to U.A. High, and this exam had been a reality check for him. When Bakugo saw him at the exam, he'd been as pathetically nervous and cowardly as ever.

Although less important, he still couldn't help but wonder who the hell that bowl-haired kid was or why he was with Deku. Given his stupid haircut and dull expression, the blonde-haired teenager was rather sure he wouldn't make it very far in the exam either. Anyone who bothered to actually be near Deku intentionally was just as big a nerd as that quirkless nobody.

"Hey Katsuki!" The explosive middle schooler heard his loud and annoying mom's voice yelling out for him. He paused his game and slowly made his way downstairs, where he saw his mother staring at him with an envelope in his hand. Just one look at the woman, and a person could immediately tell they were related. The mother and son had the same blonde hair, the same facial structure, and the same fiery red eyes that would make people shudder in fear. The mother of Bakugo, Mitsuki Bakugo, knew her son was eagerly waiting to confirm his first-place position, and loosened her grip on the envelope as Bakugo snatched it from her hand.

"Aren't you gonna share your victory with your family?" Mitsuki said, her hands placed at her sides as she stared at her son with growing annoyance at his impertinent attitude.

"No way! I wanna have the glory all to myself! I'll be in my room, per usual!" The explosive middle schooler sprinted up to his room, leaving behind his very irritated mother in the living room.

"I swear, we spoiled that boy rotten."

Katsuki slammed the door behind him and eagerly smiled, staring at the envelope in his hands. "They should've just saved the wait and let everybody see the obvious winner." The teenager paced to his desk and sat down. He then tore open the envelope like there was no tomorrow, but he was surprised to see that instead of a paper, there was a circular disk. "The hell?"

The disk shined some sort of light, creating a holographic screen, and on that holographic screen was All Might. The blonde middle schooler gasped and pushed back into his seat. "All Might? What is he doing there? And why is he wearing a suit?"

"Hello there, young man! You're probably wondering what I am doing here on this screen. Well," The symbol of peace puffed his chest and energetically pointed his thumb at his chest. "I have been hired as a teacher at U.A. High!"

"No... no way!" Bakugo's mouth gaped open. Even he never imagined that the number one hero would work as a teacher at U.A. High.

"As the newest teacher, I'm pleased to announce that not only did you pass the written test, but you did outstanding in the practical exam!"

"Yea, yea!" Bakugo shot up from his seat, his excitement and determination to see his first place position filling him with passionate energy. His prideful and even somewhat wicked smile showed, and he clenched his fingers into fists. "Now show me the scoreboard!"

"However," The teenager's smile faltered, and his eyebrow shot up, "What you nor any of the other candidates realized was that you were scored on more than just regular points. Judges were also observing your behavior and actions, and would give you points based on heroic actions. For you, the judges rewarded no extra points. Regardless, the number of villains you defeated more than made up for that!"

At last, the scoreboard for the practical exam was displayed on the screen, but as soon as Bakugo saw the results, all of his prideful excitement and expectation of seeing his name on the number one spot disappeared on the spot. "I got... second place?"

To the teenager's complete shock, he saw that his name was just below this other applicant, Shigeo Kageyama. When he saw how many villain points he'd gotten, he let out another large gasp. "That guy got a hundred and thirteen points? On top of that," The explosive middle schooler realized that he'd also been rewarded thirty nine extra points, bringing his final score up to one hundred and fifty two points, almost twice as much as Bakugo. "This can't be right."

Sadly for Bakugo, the results were only going to get worse. He looked down at the rest of the leaderboard, and he felt like his head was going to explode: that nerd Deku didn't get a single villain point, but he got SIXTY extra points?

The recording continued, and All Might resumed his speaking after letting the board be shown for a few seconds. "Congratulations, Katsuki Bakugo. You've officially become a student at U.A. High." The image paused on the screen for a few seconds, and then the holographic display faded out. While any normal person would've been ecstatic to know they'd made it into the most rigorous hero school in the country, Katsuki Bakugo was not pleased in the slightest.

"This isn't right." The teenager's entire body was beginning to tremble with rage. The veins in his eyes constricted, his teeth were clenching against each other with frightening vice, and he was quite literally seething with fury. "I should've been number one on the practical exam. My quirk gives me power nobody else can hope to rival. And to make things even worse," All of the muscles in Bakugo's body tightened, as if he was disgusted by what he was about to say, "That loser Deku made it in too. How the hell could he have made it in? What did he do to get those extra sixty points? A powerless loser like him shouldn't have been able to get that high of a score, or any score at all!"

Unable to keep the rage bottled up inside of him, the blond teenager let out a primal and ear-piercing scream. Acting only on fury-guided impulses, Bakugo followed up by slamming his fist down onto the circular recording device, destroying it along with part of his desk.

That forceful venting of his anger allowed him to slightly simmer down, although anyone who didn't know Bakugo would be wise to steer clear of him. The blond teenager could not allow this to stand. It was a direct defiance of everything he'd ever understood about himself and his superiority. "Damn it, Deku! I'm gonna find out just what the fuck you did to pass the exam, and I'm gonna expose you as the weak, spineless loser you are! And I don't know who the hell you are, Shigeo Kageyama," muttered Bakugo, "But when I find you, I'm gonna show you that you don't hold a candle to me, either."


Did you like that? You got to see Shigeo empathizing with the other applicants while getting a really high score in the process, and on top of that, you got to see Bakugo's reaction to all of this! For the exam, I thought that there would be multiple different arenas, since there were different "battle centers", and therefore there were different areas with their own battle robots and zero-point robots. Wait until next chapter to see how the first day of school at U.A. High is gonna be for Shigeo and Izuku!