UA had a decidedly uncomfortable uniform. It restricted his movements and made Izuku feel uncomfortable. The time that he had spent training at the Artist's School had been productive but at the same time he was free to wear what he pleased. Being back in uniforms was annoying after such freedom.

It wasn't just the threats on his life that made the restrictive uniform so uncomfortable. He had learned that Shinmujengpe had been called. It would take place two days after the UA Sport Festival. For the first time in Murim history those from the outside would be invited.

To Izuku's knowledge only the Hero Schools like UA and the Top 10 heroes would be invited. An unprecedented occasion became even more so when Izuku received his own invitation. He was invited both as a Ganju of the Sunwoo Clan and the only Disciple of Goomoonryong.

Shinmujengpe, was THE martial arts championship consisted of nine titles. Each title was represented by one technique from the respective Clan or School. A person can gain more then one Seat however it is forbidded to do so as both Han Chun-Woo and Kang-Sung gain more then three seats.

Despite wanting to fade into the background he didn't have much choice. He was the only Disciple of Goomoonryong. If he did not go he would be dishonoring his master's name. They would call him a coward. That was something he could not allow. Not now. Not ever.

So Izuku had sent a return message saying he would attend. He would go both as the Ganju and as the Disciple. As much as he'd rather not be seen as the Ganju he didn't have much choice. Until one of the elders chose another Head, he was acting Clan Head.

It was something he had to train for. Train using the Outer Body Training Method. Using his ki in the traditional forms would only shorten his life. There wasn't enough time to begin with. He had to use his ki sparingly.

Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. Instead he focused on what needed to be done. Which at that time was putting one foot in front of the other and entering UA.

It didn't take him long to find the 1-A classroom. The door to the room was enormous. He guessed it made sense because there was no telling what kind of quirk someone would have.

From outside the door he could hear the voices of his classmates. One in particular was familiar. Bakugo Katsuki. It really shouldn't have surprised him that his childhood friend made it into 1-A. Unlike Izuku he actually had to take the entrance exam. The greenette was curious to see his reaction.

Taking a deep breath he opened the door and stepped in. There he found a blue haired boy laying into Katsuki. As expected the explosive teen ignored him when he approached. Instead it was the blue haired boy who decided to introduce himself.

A blue haired teen said chopping his arm up and down, "Hello, I am Tenya Iidda. I don't believe I saw you at the Entrance Exams."

A girl piped up as she looked him up and down, "He is a Recommendation Student."

Izuku held his hand out to Iida as he said, "Izuku Midoriya. I got in on a teacher's recommendation."

Iida blinked as he replied, "I didn't know that the teachers could give recommendation. That is odd."

"It's a little known recommendation," shrugged the greenette, "Mostly because you have to seriously impress one of the teachers. No you cannot know how I impressed a teacher."

Some of the students looked like they wanted revolt. No doubt they were interested in the new recommendation. Izuku's attention however was drawn to the door opening.

At first he didn't see anything this caused a frown to mar his face. Then the briefest flicker of movement caused him to lean forward and get a better look. There was a yellow sleeping bag mimicking an inch worm going across the floor. It took a few seconds for everyone else to quiet down.

"It took all of you eight seconds to settle down," drawled the man, "Time is precious, do not waste mine. If I had been a villain you all would be dead except for Midoriya."

He sent them a level look, "My name is Aizawa Shouta, and I'll be your homeroom teacher for the duration of your time here at U.A."

He pulled out their gym uniforms, "Now put these on and meet me outside on the field."

One girl tried to argue, "But sensei what about orientation?"

Aizawa said coldly, "We don't have time to waste on pleasantries like that. I've got three years to make heroes out of you, and every minute counts. U.A. is known for its freeform education. This applies to teachers, as well. That means I can teach you however I want, and I don't have to stick to government-issued standards."

They all went to the locker rooms. As Izuku pulled off his shirt they all stopped to stare at him. It took him a moment to to realize why they were staring. All eyes were on his tattooos. No one had ever seen anything like them before.

Except one proved him wrong. A blond haired boy with a black lightning bolt in it said, "Dude are those Disciple marks? I thought Murim didn't allow their own to enter Hero Schools?"

"Murim? What's that?"

"I've never heard of such a group."

"Why wouldn't they allow kids to go to Hero School? Doesn't everyone want to be a hero?"

Izuku sighed. One of the downsides of being part of Murim was that very few knew of it. So when it was recognized for what it was there were questions. Some questions he could answer but others he couldn't. It was a fine line of being stubborn and breaking the code.

Instead of answering the questions he slipped into the gym uniform. They could take their sweet time all they wanted. He knew how strict Aizawa was and refused to get on the man's bad side.

Once he was changed he headed out onto the field. As he expected he was the first to arrive. Aizawa gave him a simple nod of acknowledgement as they waited for his classmates. Katsuki was the next one to appear.

After five minutes the rest of his fellow students began to trickle in. Izuku wanted to tell them how stupid it was to take so long. They were training to be heroes. Heroes had to be quick otherwise lives would be lost.

Aizawa drawled, "You took to long. Next time be out here in less than two minutes. Today we will be doing physical fitness tests. You will be allowed to use your quirks."

Aizawa tossed a ball to Katsuki as he asked, "Bakugo how far could you throw in Middle School?"

"67 meters."

"Use your quirk this time."

Katsuki went to the circle and did as he was told yelling,, "Die!"

The resounding explosion made several students flinch. Izuku simply watched with a closed off expression.

"This is going to be fun!" Ashido squealed.

"Fun? You think this'll be fun? All right, then, let's up the stakes. The person with the lowest score across the board will be expelled."

Izuku could see the man's smirk hidden in his capture weapon. He wanted to groan in exasperation. The man wasn't lying if he thought any of them lacked potential they would be expelled in a heartbeat. From the huff of the brown haired recommendation girl she obviously thought it was a joke. She had better put her all into it, otherwise she was not going to like the outcome.

The first test was 100 meter dash. Izuku crushed it using Lightning Steps. He outperformed even Iida with his speed quirk. It was followed by the standing long jump which he had done fairly well in using One For All. The grip test went similarly. Using both ki and One For All he was only outmatched by the one with multiple arms.

With each passing test he could see a twitch in Katsuki. The blond was obviously annoyed at how well he was doing. If he didn't know better he would say a rivalry was on the brink of forming. A small grin began to form. They could push themselves to outdo each other.

Sidestep came next and Izuku placed top ten in that one. Finally it was time for the ball throw. Izuku took his place to throw it and focused calling upon One For All and his ki. Green, blue, and black lightning encasing him. Cracks of thunder could be heard when he moved. Several of his classmates moved back unsure about him or his quirk.

Then using every bit of his strength he threw it. A sonic boom sounded nearly knocking those who hadn't moved back off their feet. When Aizawa showed the sensor it showed that the ball went over 1000 meters. He did even better than Katsuki.

The rest of the tests were simple and his quirk didn't really help with them. Izuku knew that he did well enough that he wouldn't be at risk of being dead last. In fact he was sure he at least placed in the top 5.

Once they were finished they all stood out on the grass. Aizawa showed the results and Izuku was pleased with them. Todoroki placed first, Izuku second, Katsuki was third. It had been a close thing between Izuku and Todoroki. By the look on the blond's face he was furious with the results.

In last place was a purple haired boy who had spent more time leering at the girls than trying to keep his place. Izuku didn't see any potential in the pervert.

Aizawa seemed to be in the same mind as he said, "Mineta you're in last place," the boy burst into tears and begged for another chance, "Take this and go to the front office. You're expelled."

The recommendation girl Yaoyorozu questioned her voice breaking with her surprise, "Wait... you were serious? I thought you were just trying to make us do our best."

It was Izuku who said, "Aizawa Shouta, also known as the Pro Hero Eraserhead is infamous in UA. He has expelled entire classes because they didn't have any potential. If you do not give this everything you have. You will regret it and be expelled."

Mineta sneered, "You don't have anything to worry about. I bet he is the teacher that recommended you. You have a free pass."

Izuku snorted, "That's where you're wrong. I have to work just as hard if not harder than anyone. I have to constantly prove that I belong here. If they feel I am not giving it my all they will expel me just as they are doing to you now."

Aizawa stepped in before it could become a full on argument, "Go get changed. There are class schedules and a syllabus on my desk."

With that they returned to the main building. There were a few dark looks sent his way. Specifically they were sent by those who didn't agree with the explusion. Too bad he didn't care what they thought of him. He was used to being hated for being different. This was no different.