Chapter 3: Welcome to U.A.

After an old woman, who turned out to be Recovery Girl, healed smash kid, we were all told to see her if we needed healing. If not, we were to go home and await the test results. I wanted to talk to smash kid, try and get his name, but he had left as soon as we were dismissed. I, on the other hand, stayed and talked to Iida.

"That was...something else," I state, still shocked that the meek kid I met at the entrance to the exam had that much power. Then again, I shouldn't be judging people by how they look. Especially when it comes to quirks.

"Yes, I was quite surprised when he displayed such power. He looked so..." Iida trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Weak?" I said, finishing his sentence.

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "I suppose I shouldn't have made that judgment based on appearances alone." We both stood there in silence for a moment, feeling slightly ashamed of ourselves.

"Anyway," I said, cutting through the silence, "you're one of THE Iidas, right?" I questioned. He grimaced and looked off to the side.

"So, you know. I had hoped to keep it a secret from others as long as I could, but here you are, figuring out my secret before the first day," he said solemnly, but also slightly impressed.

"Well, don't give me that much credit. It wasn't that hard. You share a family name with one of the best heroes out there, Ingenium," I said, and I meant it. Ingenium is one of the most skilled and moral heroes out there. Unlike some other popular pros...

"So, Emiya, how many points did you get?" Iida asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Forty-one, I think. What did you get?" I asked.

"Fifty-two, but forty-one is a great score. At least, I think it is. There was no max amount of points we could earn, so we don't know what's good, and we don't know everyone else's scores, so we can't compare," he said. "Anyways, I was wondering, what kind of quirk do you have?"

"My quirk is called Sword. I can use it to summon two swords called Kanshou and Bakuya," I explained as I materialized them in my hands. He seemed a bit caught off guard by this explanation

"Just swords? No other abilities or powers?" He asked, perplexed.

"Yep," I responded, "just swords. I can make as many as I want, though. As long as I have an empty hand. Like, if I threw my swords at something, I could make new ones to fight with."

"And the thrown ones wouldn't disappear?" He asked.

"Nope. I just trace new ones," I stated.

"Trace?"

"Oh, yeah...when I was little, to focus on the internal image of my swords, I traced their shapes in my mind. I don't have to do that anymore, but I still use the word to describe summoning them," I explained.

"Well, what do you do to summon them now?" Iida asked.

"I just, kinda, can feel where they are inside me. I reach out, grab them, and pull them into the world," I explained, though maybe not very well.

"Hmmm, intriguing," Iida said, seemingly interested. He looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped himself before he spoke and quickly pulled out his phone. He immediately shoved it back into his pocket, revealing his shocked face. "I'm sorry! I'd love to talk more, but I'm going to be late! I'm supposed to be home in ten minutes! I have to go!" He yelled over his shoulder as he dashed towards the train station. "I hope to see you in class, Emiya!" Hmmm, he was nice. Strange, but nice. I hope he makes it in. It'd be nice to have a friend at U.A. One besides smash kid. Not that I don't like him, just the more friends the better. Then again, I scoffed, what would I know about having a lot of friends. Besides, they might not even make it in. Hell, I might not make it in. No, stop; I can't think like that. I have to believe that I succeeded. I have to believe in myself.

As I got off the train and neared my house, I thought about the week that awaited me. It was going to be agony. The only thing that would be on my mind is that damn U.A. letter. I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. Well, I guess all I can do is try to train and block out everything else...

"SHIIIIIIIROU!"

Well, at least I can try.

Running out of my house towards me as I approached home was none other than pain in the ass number one in my life, Taiga Fujimura; or as I tend to call her, Fuji-nee. She was basically the older sister I never asked for. She was friends with my Dad, so when he died she took on the responsibility of being my guardian. Once again, something I didn't ask for. I had already been taking care of myself ever since my Dad's condition went from bad to worse, so it's not like I needed a guardian. Plus, she didn't even do anything! All she did was lay around and tell me to cook for her, which I always ended up doing in the end. It's not like I let her starve. She'd do the same for me if I needed it. I guess that sums up our relationship pretty well. We bicker and fight, but if one us really needed something, the other would move mountains to get it. Right now, however, we were at the bickering part.

"SHIIIIIIIROU, I NEED FOOD," she screamed as she attempted to tackle me. I simply stepped out of the way and watched as she plummeted to the ground. She landed with a loud thump and just laid there for a minute, probably wondering where her attack plan went wrong. I stared at her and sighed.

"Come on, Tiger, get up," I said, offering my hand. She immediately looked up at me with fire in her eyes.

"I told you, NEVER CALL ME THAT," Taiga growled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the ground with her. We both just kinda sat there, me glaring at her, her smirking at me. Then, I finally broke the silence.

"Well, if you're done attacking me, we could go inside," I told her, still glaring. She continued to smirk until her face changed to one of realization, and she opened her mouth once again.

"WAIT A MINUTE! Today was the entrance exam, right? How'd it go? Was it as hard as they say? Did you get in?!" She rapid fired questions at me.

"Geez, Fuji-nee, calm down! It went fine, it was actually easier than I expected, and I don't know if I got in yet," I answered. "The results will be here in around a week. All we can do until then is wait."

"Awwwwwwwww, but I wanna know now..." she whined, pouting with her arms crossed. I just smiled and shook my head at her antics. I stood up and then pulled her to her feet.

"C'mon, Tiger, let's go make you some food," I said, motioning my head towards the house.

"TIGER!?" She yelled. "Now listen here, you-wait," she cut herself off. Then her face contorted into one of bliss. "Did you say...food?" I sighed.

"Yes, I did. Now, are you coming?" I asked, getting slightly impatient. She wiped the blissful look off of her face, replacing it with a smile, and saluted me.

"Aye aye, captain!" She said happily.

Days passed slowly at first, but they began to fly by as I threw myself into my training more and more. Soon enough, it was the day the letter was supposed to arrive. I waited for it to arrive, watching the mailbox through the window of my room. I kept telling myself I should be training, and just waiting is wasting time, but I still couldn't pry myself from the window all the same. My future was riding on this. My father's dream. My dream. It was all at stake. I waited...and waited...and waited... and then, through some miracle, the truck finally arrived. I ran for it, dashing out the door, snatching the letter from the mailman with a 'thank you,' and dashing back inside and into my room. This whole episode had Fuji-nee flailing, demanding why I was suddenly running around, but I ignored her. I sat on the ground, traced Bakuya, and sliced open the letter. I reached in and grabbed the disk inside. As soon as I grabbed it, it began projecting the image of the greatest, well, second greatest in my eyes, hero of all time. All Might.

"Hello, young Emiya!" He boomed. "I AM HERE, as a projection!" He laughed, causing someone off screen to tell him to hurry up. "Yeah, yeah," he said, waving them away. Then he began.

"As you know, I am here to give you the results of your exam. On the written exam, you passed with flying colors. Now, on the practical exam, you scored forty-one combat points. You likely already knew this by keeping score yourself. Now this alone would've been a passing score..."

"Yes!" I yelled. Then my brain processed his whole sentence. "This alone?" I questioned.

"...but were not done yet, my boy! You also earned rescue points for your actions during the exam! For helping out young Izuku Midoriya, throwing away your chances of getting more points and securing your safety by attempting to save Ochako Uraraka, and your amazing skill and prowess with your quirk, you have earned...THIRTY-SEVEN RESCUE POINTS! Good job, young Emiya!" All Might said with a grin and a thumbs up.

I was dumbstruck. Thirty-seven? If forty-one points was a passing grade on its own, then seventy-eight must be insanely high. How high did I...

"This brings your total to seventy-eight; the highest score on the practical exam!'

...score. The number one spot? I scored number one? This is...amazing. Pros will actually pay attention to me. Then again, so will the other students, and that could be a problem. I don't want to start any feuds with the other students. Well, I guess I can't do anything about it now. In fact, it doesn't really matter. I got in. I made it. I hope I'm making you proud, Dad.

"Bottom line is, you made it. Welcome to U.A."