A hooded teenager was standing with a small group of other commuters, around a shop window. Inside the window, was several large TVs. all of them were playing the same news station. With two people visible, a japanese anchorman, and a caucasian woman. They were interviewing her about something related to the recent villain attack at the USJ.

The one most interested, however. Was the boy wearing a white hoodie, black dress pants, and a pair brown work boots.

"Villains Attack U.A.! Recently, an army of villains invaded the U.S.J. rescue facility, off of U.A.'s campus, while a class of 1st years were inside! But Thankfully, The No. 1 hero All Might, arrived in time to defeat the criminals. No students were severely harmed, but two of their teachers were not so lucky." the anchor exclaimed.

He then turned to his co-host and asked her, "However, there are reports of some odd people arriving there before the class was rescued. What can you tell us about these individuals, Mrs. Martha?"

When the news castor said the woman's name, the hooded boy realized something that could be VERY bad for the brotherhood.

'Wait, she must be from the U.S.A.! oh shit, she is most certainly on this program to reveal what she knew about the brotherhood! Well, back there, they think that the assassins are a group of hood-wearing, lawless, murderous, vigilantes. So, I'm sure she can't have anything but assumptions! Yeah, she probably just heard a rumor of there being hooded people at the USJ attack, and found like, one report that barely mentions the brotherhood… yeah, I'm sure she won't be too much of an issue… oh shit! She started talking! FOCUS YOU DUMBASS!' the teen's thoughts were cut short to realign his attention to the news program.

" - they were the villains who attacked the USJ, yes. But, in one police report on the incident, there is mention of a group of hooded men, with conventional weapons. The reason I arranged this interview was to alert the people of Japan of a new threat to their lives." she continued, " on That threat being, The high possibility of the presence, or maybe the growth, of a vigilante group, that was first spotted in Boston, Massachusetts, of the United States! After hundreds of reports, anonymous claims, and hours of research later, the most we know about them is still a short list. But, here it is" She cleared her throat and continued, "They are of unknown number, but they seem to always be spotted in small groups of Four or Five. They all wear hoods, but the biggest giveaway, is a "beak-like" point, at the top of the hood. As you can see here" after she said that, a picture of an assassin in full gear popped up on the Tv screens. "As You can see, they all seem to wear this uniform, and you can also see the weapons I mentioned earlier. Next thing you all MUST know, is that these vigilantes are NOT opposed to killing their targets, or those who get in their path! Finally, We suspect that they are made up of Quirkless people. However, this is only an educated guess, when considering they NEVER use quirks, as far as we are aware. That, coupled with their use of conventional weapons, like knives, swords, and firearms, has lead many to believe this is the case. But, once again, we still can't be 100% sure. But I digress. The point I am trying to make is this, DO NOT ENGAGE THESE PEOPLE! DO NOT ANTAGONIZE THEM! AND DO NOT GET IN THEIR WAY! I strongly URGE every citizen of Japan to just hide and call the police and/or any, AND ALL, pro-heros that are available!" She had finished her warning and gave the spotlight back to the anchor. However, The hooded teenager quickly ran into a nearby alleyway, to calm himself and get his bearings.

'OH SHIT WE ARE SO FUCKING SCREWED IF WE FUCK UP AGAIN! AFTER THIS WE CAN'T RISK ANY MORE SIGHTINGS! SHIT SHIT SHIT!' The boy's thoughts overloaded his mind, blocking out almost everything on the outside world. Until he felt a hand grab his left shoulder, to which he snapped back to reality.

His training kicked in, causing him to reflexively grab the arm that was reaching out, and grabbing him. He then flipped the stranger over, slamming them into the hard concrete onto their back. He finally got a good look at the person, it was a man. He looked to be in his twenties, he wore a tattered pair of blue jeans, with a white t-shirt underneath a black jacket.

"GAHHH! What the fuck you you little-" the man was cut off by the teenager's hidden blade piercing his throat. He began to try gasping for air, but the blade had completely blocked his esophagus. However, it had failed to cut the jugular artery. So, the young initiate quickly swiped his blade to the right, slicing the criminal's neck half-way off.

The hooded boy decided to just get to school. Besides, it was only a short walk from where he was…

Eventually, after making it there, he found himself outside the MASSIVE archway. Then he took a moment to mentally prepare himself. 'Okay, first day of high school. I have to stay calm and rational, just like the creed always taught me.' The boy thought to himself. He calmed himself down by regulating his breathing. Thankfully, his hoodie covered is exhausted expression from view. Finally, he walked onward, into UA High to begin his first REAL assignment as a member of the assassin brotherhood...

The first day back to UA after the USJ attack had begun, The students of 1-A sat down at their desks once the bell rang. Just then, Aizawa walked into the classroom, covered head to toe in bandages. This received a few concerned questions from his students. Aizawa replied to these with a, "I'm fine, now quiet down and listen up."

"Over the brief break, The Principal and the school board decided to transfer a student from class 1-B to us." This sparked the interest of every student besides Bakugo, and Todoroki. "He is the first Quirkles person to enter the hero course. However, this is unimportant, he is just another student, just like you boys and girls. Please don't treat him like he is less than you, because if he is to become a hero, He can't rely on the sympathy of others to carry him along. Nor should you upset him by implying he is below you!"

Suddenly, an explosion rang out, bakugo had slammed his fists down onto his desk, activating his nitro-sweat out of pure anger and frustration. He immediately shouted out, "HELL NO! I AM NOT GOING TO BE DEALING WITH ANOTHER FUCKING NORMEE! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE, HUH!? WE ARE HEROS-IN-TRAINING! NOT BABYSITTERS!"

Suddenly Mr. Aizawa grunted, loudly, activating his quirk and floating his hair upwards, exposing his red eyes. He was glaring at bakugo. The sheer intimidation factor that Aizawa had reduced Bakugo to nothing but muffled, angry mumbling, rather than shouting. He also got the attention of the entirety of class 1-A.

Aizawa continued with, "Now, with that out of the way, let's meet our new class member." Aizawa then shouted towards the door, "come in!" After which, a boy entered the classroom. He wore a white hoodie over his UA casual uniform, with the hood up. He also had his eyes covered by the shadow which was cast by his hood. The teen also wore gloves, hiding his missing ring finger.

He made his way to the front of the class, then spoke.

"Hello, My name is Jonathan C. Carter. But you may call me, Carter. Yes, I am quirkless, but I am highly proficient in hand-to-hand combat, battlefield traversal, and tactics. I look forward to learning along side all of you." He then bowed to the entire class. Once he stood back straight, he walked to an empty desk that was one row to the right of Izuku's. and two desks back. He sat down and focused on Mr. Aizawa.

"Anyway, There is something that all of you must be thinking about… the upcoming UA Sports Festival." Mr. Aizawa proclaimed.

He quickly went over the basics of the event, and that it was mainly used to allow for hero agencies to scout for new heroes' to sign on with the agencies. And how the event was televised, worldwide.

He then added, "However, this is the first year that we are allowing you first year students to compete. Furthermore, you have not yet, fully grasped your quirks, and skill-sets. Thus, the hero agencies that do offer you internships, are really only investing in your potential. So train hard, ALL of you." He then sat down at his desk, and drifted off into an, uncomfortable but, improvised nap.

After this the students got up, out of their seats, and began to socialize.

However, Carter stayed in his seat, not talking to anyone. He was just thinking about the news program from earlier that morning. As well as, how the brotherhood would handle the failures of the American branch of the assassin's brotherhood.

"Hey, Carter-kun."

But, his train of thought was cut short(that seemed to be a common occurrence ever since he arrived in Japan), by the voice of one of his classmates. He looked up to her, she had audio jacks for ear-lobes. She had short, violet hair and seemed very mellow, and cynical. But, carter could not remember her name…

Then, it clicked 'oh she must be Jiro!'

"o-Oh, sorry my mind wandered for a moment there. Uhm, Uh, what… what is it you needed, Jiro-chan? I would gladly help in any way I can." he replied

"I wanted to ask you, how did you get into UA's hero course, exactly?" She asked.

"Oh, well I believe they said it was on recommendations, or something like that." He answered. "Is that all, Jiro-chan?" he added.

"Wow. I had no idea you could get in without a quirk at all. Well I guess anything is possible" she said.

"Oh, so you think my be here, a mistake?" the hooded teen replied calmly.

"No, but I was just saying that I thought UA only allowed people with quirks into its hero course. Nothing more. Sorry, i really didn't mean to offend y-"

"Oh, it's quite alright, Jiro-chan! I just wanted to make sure I wasn't misconstruing your words." He Bowed to her, and added, "I hope to show the world that heroes are those who work to find the strength to help others.-" He stood back up straight, mid-thought, "-It matters not, if that hero has a quirk or not, only their passion to serve others does. So, once again, I Apologize for mis-understanding your words."

She looked at him with both, shock, and intrigue. She finally responded with, "No need to apologize, I should have been clearer."

Suddenly, boy with spikey, red hair, walked up to Carter. He reached his hand out to the new student, and said, "Hello, My name's Kirishima. Nice to meet you, man! And I've got to say, what you just said was pretty manly, dude." Carter reached out to Kirishima's, out-stretched hand and shaked hands with him, while replying with, "O-Oh, I didn't realize anyone was listening to our little chat. And, it is great to meet you as well. But I wouldn't say that, what i said was "manly" per-say. Isn't that just, what a hero is? A true servant to the people, and nobody else?"

Kirishima responded with, "Nonsense man! You seem to be a good guy, and-OH! You should totally meet Midoriya-kun!"

This caught the hooded boy off guard, so he said, "Oh, uh, uhm-okay. Sure, why not, eh? So, where is Midoriya-kun, exactly?"

Izuku, had already began walking over to the two other boys, and said to them, "I'm right here, Carter-kun, nice to meet you. My full name is Izuku Midoriya, I can't wait to start training with you too." Carter, felt oddly happy about being so easily accepted by his new peers. But he soon remembered his mission, and that this wouldn't last. "You must put the target, and the creed, before anything else…" the words of his former master haunted his thoughts of socializing further. However, he had no real choice but to do so in class 1-A.

Just then, Izuku spoke to Carter once more, "h-hey, uh-how did you, t-train to be able to come here on r-recommendation?" Carter was finally able to tell the truth about something. He took this opportunity to be as friendly as possible. "After my body was trained, I used a machine called, the Animus, to train my skills, reaction time, combat styles, and so-on and so-on."

They looked at him with confusion. Carter then realized he hadn't fully explained the animus.

He continued, "The Animus, Is a machine that let's you re-li… sorry, simulate entire cities, landscapes, historical events, etc. etc. You could think of it like a advanced, well, SUPER ADVANCED form of VR, but it is not a game system, it is for the purpose of mental training, and synchronizing genetic memories."

At that moment, carter realized his blunder. 'OH FUCK! I TOLD THEM ABOUT THE GENETIC MEMORIES! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! WHY DO I ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO FUCK THINGS UP! WHY ME!' he internally screamed at himself for his mistake.

But he was asked, "well, sounds complicated, but i guess if it works for you then keep it up" It was the headphone-jack girl. 'OH THANK CHRIST! THANK YOU JIRO FOR SAVING MY ASS!' he instantly felt calmed by her intrusion. Carter began to speak but was grabbed by someone from behind, "HEY, YOU FUCKING NORMEE!"

Out of pure reflex, Carter grabbed Bakugo's arm. And flipped over, slamming his back onto the tile floor.

"GKHA!" shouted Bakugo.

Instantly, carter came back to his senses. And when realizing what he had done, he began apologizing over and over.

"OH MY GOD!" He took a step towards Bakugo, and knelt down. "I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I-I-I-I-I JUST DID THAT OUT OF REFLEX! PLEASE FORGI-"

*BOOM*

"DIE YOU NORMEE SHIT!" Bakugo Screamed

Carter was blown back, slamming into the wall, causing his hood to finally fall off his head.

He was caucasian, had dark-brown, wavy, hair, and olive green eyes.

Kirishima, and sero began to hold Bakugo back as best they could. While izuku, and Iida rushed to Carter. "WOAH! Carter-kun! Are you alright!?" Carter's demeanor took a complete 180. As he stood up, wiped some blood off his upper lip, and said, "nice hit man, I actually felt that."

"WOAH CARTER-KUN, YOUR FINGER! IT's B-b-BROKEN!" yelled Izuku

He looked down at his right hand. his finger hadn't been broken, not at all, his prosthetic ring finger popped off of, what was left of, his real finger. But the glove over his hand made it look like his finger had bent backwards(the wrong fucking way), at about 80 degrees.

Just then, Iida stepped towards him, and shouted at him, while waving his hands around like a punctual lunatic. "Midoriya is correct! You MUST head over to recovery girl's office and get that fixed! My JOB as class Rep. is to ensure the safety, and learning, of my fellow classma-" he would have continued rambling if Carter hadn't cut him off, by stating, "I'm fine Iida."

Carter then popped the prothstetic back onto his nub-like ring-finger. The polymer that made the fake bones made a cringey clicking sound, as he snapped it back onto its peg.

But to the rest of 1-A it seemed as if carter had just snapped the broken finger back into place without feeling a thing.

Suddenly, Mr, aizawa yelled from the front of the room, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! Bickering over his finger is pointless. So, Either stop this NOW, or you all will spend the homeroom class of the next two days, running laps around the quirk-training yard!"

"And Carter!" Aizawa added.

"Sorry sensei! What do you need." carter replied.

"Head down to recovery girl, NOW!" Mr. Aizawa concluded.

"Of course sensei! I'll head down right away." he quickly Bowed towards Aizawa, then rushed out the door and down the hall. Whereas the rest of 1-A sat back down and pondered over what just happened.

TO BE CONTINUED...