Thanks for all the support on this. With my excitement building for Episode 6, I decided to release Episode 4 alongside Episode 3 since it was already completed. Now that we're finally getting into Izuku's life at UA, the juicy drama starts to snowball. Hope you all enjoy it.
The gates of Battle Center B were crowded with a multitude of students, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. Izuku's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.
"Wow, they really went all out. This looks just like the center of town," Izuku commented, marveling at the meticulous attention to detail.
Determined to make his way to the front, Izuku skillfully maneuvered through the sea of students. However, in his haste, he accidentally bumped into a boy with long blonde hair, who sported a belt around his stomach. Quickly realizing his mistake, Izuku nodded apologetically, expecting a similar response in return. Instead, he was met with a smug smirk from the blonde-haired boy. Izuku shrugs it off and continues slithering through the crowd.
As Izuku continued through the crowd, he noticed that many of the students were equipped with special gear, enhancing their quirks. The thought crossed his mind that he wished he had something like Vader's lightsaber, or at least the ability to bring it along. However, he quickly dismissed the idea, knowing that Vader would be most displeased if he asked.
Amidst the commotion, Izuku's attention was drawn to a short, purple-haired boy with peculiar hair resembling balls. To his dismay, Izuku realized that the boy was using the pretense of tying his shoes as an opportunity to ogle and harass some of the other students. Annoyed by the perverted behavior, Izuku felt compelled to intervene.
Creeping up behind the purple-haired boy, Izuku summoned the Force to keep his presence hidden from the relatively unaware boy. He hid behind him ensuring his words would only reach the boy's ears.
"You keep that shit up, and the exam will be the least of your worries, pervert" Izuku whispered, his voice filled with authority. The purple-haired boy's expression immediately shifted to one of dread, his eyes darting around in search of the source of the voice, not being able to recognize the source he grows increasingly paranoid.
Izuku's heart raced as he realized that the girl the purple-haired boy was targeting was none other than Uraraka, the same innocent girl he had bumped into earlier. Nervously, he made his way toward her, wanting to make sure she was okay.
However, before he could reach her, a sudden grip on his shoulder jolted him, triggering his trained fight-or-flight response. Without thinking, Izuku instinctively jumped and flipped in the air, escaping the person's grasp. To his surprise, it was the blue-haired boy from the auditorium, now clad in a blue jumpsuit and suspenders.
"We're all here to focus, and you shouldn't be bothering people. I saw you trying to annoy that kid Mineta!" the blue-haired boy admonished, his voice oozing with formality.
Izuku's eyebrows furrowed as he processed the boy's words. "Oh, so you'll call me out for stopping someone from harassing others because I bothered him? That's pathetic" Izuku retorted, his voice dashed with a hint of sarcasm. He rolled his shoulders and stretched, exuding an air of confidence despite his relatively small stature.
As the surrounding crowd turned their attention towards Izuku and the blue-haired boy, a wave of gossip and murmurs spread through the onlookers. Izuku rolled his eyes, unfazed by the scrutiny. He was no stranger to being treated differently or treated like an animal at a zoo.
"Let's begin! Get moving!" Present Mic's booming voice echoed from atop a towering structure, cutting through the awkward tension that had amassed between Izuku, the other teen, and the crowd of onlookers.
"There are no countdowns in real battles! Run! Run!" Present Mic's words reverberated through the air, igniting a stampede of students who surged through the now-open gates, flooding the simulated city like an unstoppable tidal wave. Izuku propelled himself high into the air, springing off a building's awning with practiced grace, swiftly landing on another rooftop. His heightened senses, honed through countless training sessions, allowed him to anticipate the movements of others. However, these were mechanical adversaries, his ability to sense them from afar was less effective than he'd like to admit.
Izuku recognized the danger of getting too absorbed in the heat of battle. He couldn't afford to risk injuring his fellow examinees or facing expulsion. He bounded across rooftops, distancing himself from the chaotic swarm of students. Leaping over a narrow street, he spotted three 2-Pointers crawling in unison down the road. A sly grin crossed Izuku's face as he whispered to himself, "Perfect"
Swift as lightning, Izuku descended upon the center robot, planting a powerful blast of energy down sending it toppling backward. However, the resilient machine quickly righted itself, its treads churning as it prepared to retaliate. "Yeah, didn't think it'd be that easy," Izuku quipped to himself, a spark of excitement fueling his resolve.
"Damn, I shouldn't go too flashy. Can't exhaust myself too early" Izuku exclaimed. As the robot he rode on twisted and turned, attempting to target him, Izuku extended his hands in both directions, focusing his gaze on the joints of the robots that he was sandwiched between. Clenching his fists, he channeled his power.
Izuku witnessed the sight of metal compressing and imploding upon itself. Sparks flew and scraps of metal and wires scattered in all directions as the robots' joints crumbled, rendered powerless, and fold in on themselves. It was a satisfying display of his newfound strength. With the trial only just beginning, Izuku wasted no time, grabbing a chunk of metal from the fallen robots and using his power to crush and mold it into another makeshift sword.
With the makeshift sword in hand, Izuku swiftly maneuvered through the city, weaving in and out of buildings with remarkable agility. Utilizing the force, he propelled himself across alleyways, his blade slicing through the robots with lightning speed, leaving them no chance to react.
As Izuku glanced upward, his attention was caught by a massive cluster of robots stuck and taped together, hurtling through the air and headed straight toward his location. The swarm of at least ten robots closed in on him, encircling him with their mechanical presence.
The robots unleashed a relentless barrage of firepower upon Izuku, their searing blasts scorching his skin. Despite his ability to withstand most projectiles, the sheer volume of the 1,200 rounds per minute fired by these robots was overwhelming. Each moment he spent in the air became a perilous dance with death, as the rockets launched by the 2-pointer robots threatened to send him crashing back to the ground. Surrounded on all sides, Izuku attempted to maneuver beneath one of the robots, only to have its leg ensnare him, trapping him in place by his shoulder.
Helpless and immobile, Izuku became a prime target for the onslaught of bullets. The pain seared through his body, igniting a fiery rage within him. With each excruciating sensation, a newfound power surged within him, a way to express his energy in a way he had never tapped into before. In the midst of his fury, Izuku seized hold of the robot's leg, summoning all his strength to raise it into the air. As he did, a brilliant swirl of blue light began to flow into him, its intensity growing with each passing moment.
At that precise moment, several students arrived at the scene at the far side of the road, their eyes widening in astonishment at the sight before them. Hovering in mid-air, Izuku was enveloped by cascading waves of vibrant blue energy. The energy pulsed and surged, infusing him with an unstoppable power. The hum of the energy reverberated, building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality.
Then, in a cataclysmic display of power, a colossal spherical explosion of blue energy erupted from Izuku. The force unleashed was awe-inspiring, tearing through the air with a thunderous roar. The metal frames of the robots were torn asunder, and shredded into countless pieces, while the faces of nearby buildings fell to the ground. In that moment, Izuku stood at the precipice of his own potential, embracing a surge of raw power and untamed energy like he had never experienced before.
"37 points already… I want more!" Izuku mutters with a determined glint in his eyes as he reflects on the number of robot points he has accumulated in just an hour. He can't help but chuckle at the thought that just a short while ago, he was concerned about not passing.
Izuku lifts one of the 1 Pointers into the air, propelling it toward a weak building with such force that it crumbles upon impact, taking down a group of four robots behind the building in the process. Utilizing a force dash, he swiftly moves around the building, picking up a teen that seemed to have another pair of arms and taking him to safety. Before the teen he saved could even ask his name, Izuku disappeared back into the chaos.
"Now that's 49 points" Izuku says, a wide grin forming on his face as he tallies up his score. He wastes no time, charging off to another street, hungry for more points and eager to showcase his growing prowess.
Izuku discovered an effective strategy to amass more points in the exam. Through the powers of the force, he could effortlessly raise and crush the one-point robot's weak spots, using their shattered bodies as makeshift shields. He herded them into the same streets, one after the other, creating a macabre obstacle course where he could maneuver with precision. This tactic not only allowed him to eliminate the robots swiftly but also minimized the risk of collateral damage.
As Izuku fought, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation from onlookers. Some whispered in awe of his abilities, recognizing him as the once-perceived "wimp" from Bakugo's scornful Snapchat posts. The realization that he was now being recognized for his strength sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins. The validation he craved fueled his determination, urging him to push even harder.
With each robot he dispatched, Izuku's confidence grew. He sliced through their metal frames when necessary, honing his skills with the makeshift sword he had crafted from the debris of the battlefield. Every successful strike was a verification of his progress, a testament to the training he had undergone under Vader's watchful eye.
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"Are you sure the documentation is correct?" Nezu, the principal of UA High School, asks Aizawa, the teacher and hero known as Eraser Head.
"Yeah, as of his physical in February, he was still registered as Quirkless," Aizawa replies, confirming the information.
Toshinori, also known as All Might, joins the conversation. "He even told me himself that he was quirkless"
Aizawa turns to Toshinori. "You know this child?"
"A few months ago, I saved him from a villain, and he asked me if he could be a hero without a quirk" Toshinori says, his voice trailing off as he recalls the encounter. The memory weighs heavily on him, as he regrets how he handled it. He crushed a child's dream and left him in tears on a rooftop. He's heard about the boy's actions from Kamui Woods, but he hasn't been able to find him since then. A deep desire to apologize eats away at his heart.
"Don't you find that strange? He asked you that, and now he's running around with one of the strongest quirks in the exam right now," Aizawa points out, his suspicion evident in his voice.
"His mother does seem to have a telekinesis quirk, and that boy's abilities do appear to be a much more potent version of that. However such control of it so quickly seems… suspicious" Nezu responds, pondering the situation as he scratches his rat-dog-like chin.
The three of them continue to observe the footage of Izuku's actions on the battlefield. This time, Izuku finds himself cornered and is bombarded by a relentless hail of rubber bullets from the robots. The impact leaves visible bruises and welts on his back from multiple angles. However, amidst the chaos, the sound of crackling lightning fills the air as Izuku lands on top of a robot and channels a surge of electricity through it. The microphones around the battleground barely manage to capture Izuku's reaction "Wow, that's new too"
Toshinori's gaze remains fixated on the screen, replaying the clip repeatedly. Fire-breathing and levitation quirks shouldn't generate lightning. Something doesn't feel right. A child who was once devastated by the news of being quirkless now displays multiple quirks. A hypothesis begins to form in Toshinori's mind: All For One is back, and Izuku might be a result of it.
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Explosions rocked the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath their feet and jolting the examinees into high alert. Thick smoke billowed into the air, obscuring their vision and filling the atmosphere with an eerie haze. The tremors grew stronger, reverberating through the air like thunderous footsteps, intensifying the tension that hung in the air.
As the smoke gradually cleared, a scene of awe-inspiring magnitude unfolded before their eyes. Revealing itself from the dissipating haze was the colossal 0 pointer robot, its imposing figure towering over the surrounding buildings. The sheer size and power of the mechanical behemoth sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed its emergence.
"That's a little extreme" Izuku muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos. The sight of the towering robot gave him pause, a mixture of astonishment and apprehension stirring within him. While others around him scattered in panic, racing towards the exam's gates for safety, Izuku remained rooted in his spot, his eyes fixed on the gargantuan threat before him.
Time seemed to both speed up and slow down as the urgency of the situation sank in. Present Mic's voice pierced through the commotion, reminding them all of the dwindling minutes left in the exam "Hey guys, heads up there's just four minutes left!" Panic flickered in the eyes of those who had scored poorly, a desperate realization that time was slipping away and their chances were diminishing.
In the midst of this chaos, Izuku found himself at a crossroads. The thought of engaging the massive robot in combat tugged at his adventurous spirit, the desire to test his skills and push himself to the limit. But another sound echoed through the wreckage, cutting through the cacophony of destruction—a girl's anguished cry for help.
His instincts took over, overriding any other consideration. Without hesitation, Izuku sprinted through the wreckage, agilely maneuvering around the crushed remnants of buildings. And there, trapped beneath a colossal slab of concrete, he found her—Uraraka.
The 0 pointer rumbled closer, its mechanical movements signaling the impending danger. Izuku's feet carried him swiftly toward Uraraka. Vaulting over piles of debris and using his powers to his advantage, he reached her side with a burst of speed.
Izuku tapped into the Force, channeling his abilities to lift and remove the countless debris that pinned Uraraka down. Piece by piece, he cleared the wreckage, slowly moving each piece so as to not pierce her with all the jagged rebar. With enough wiggle room in the debris, he rolled her over onto her back, letting her at least see the commotion.
"Thanks, Izuku! Didn't know your quirk is so close to mine" Uraraka exclaimed, her voice filled with gratitude as Izuku lifted the third-to-last chunk of debris off her.
"No problem. I'm trying to be the best hero, and this is part of the job" Izuku replied, a warm smile adorning his face as he helped Uraraka.
As Izuku carefully levitated the debris away, Uraraka's expression suddenly shifted from relief to pure panic.
"Izuku, look out!" Uraraka cries out, her voice trembling with urgency. In an instant, the massive foot of the 0 Pointer robot hurtles toward them.
"You're... not... hurting... her!" Izuku roared his voice strained between rugged breaths and clenched teeth. The colossal foot of the 0 Pointer hovered mere feet above his head, threatening to crush the two of them. Izuku stood his ground, holding both hands outstretched, summoning all his strength to push back against the massive robot.
He gritted his teeth, his voice escalating from yells to primal screams as a surge of anger and adrenaline coursed through his veins. The strain on his body intensified, fueling his anger. In that intense moment, he summoned some of the teachings of Vader, reciting the mantra like a chant of power, "Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken."
With each word, the volume increased, resonating through the air. Then, as if unleashed from the depths of his being, a colossal wave of energy erupted from Izuku, radiating outward like a shockwave. The force of his power sent the massive robot hurtling far into the sky, its colossal frame tumbling and crashing to the ground many city blocks away. The robot landed at just the right angle to cause the robot to break in half.
The sheer magnitude of the force push shattered the windows of nearby buildings, sending a cascade of glass shards raining down like glittering crystals. The deafening roar of the crowd filled the air as onlookers cheered and applauded Izuku's incredible display of power.
But the immense strain on his body proved too much, especially considering he has only been training for mere months. Exhausted and overwhelmed, Izuku's consciousness wavered, and he collapsed in the middle of the testing grounds, a solitary figure amidst the rejoicing chaos. The crowd's cheers faded into the background as darkness enveloped him and he fell into slumber.
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Izuku stared blankly at his dinner, his mind wandering far from the words that Inko spoke to him. Lost in his thoughts, he was oblivious to the world around him, until Inko's insistent calls finally snapped him back to reality.
"Sorry, sorry, I was spaced out," Izuku stammered, his eyes refocusing on his worried mother.
"I think I might take you to your doctor tomorrow," Inko said with concern etched on her face. "You passed out at the exam last week Wednesday, and now you're blanking out. I have a bad feeling about this. What if you have a concussion?"
"No, Mom, it's fine," Izuku reassured her. "I really meant that I would give it my all, and so I did, even though it made me pass out"
Inko sighed, her worry not fully dissipated. "I'm so glad you're putting that quirk to good use, it makes me happy to know that I passed that to you Izu, even if it came ten years too late. But even if you didn't, you're still my awesome hero, no matter what."
"Just please get some better sleep, Izuku," Inko pleaded, her motherly concern evident. "You always have dark circles under your eyes nowadays."
Izuku finished his meal and dutifully washed his plate at the sink. He walked over to his room and sifted through his clothes, his gym bag filled to the brim with more and more torn-up and beaten-down garments. As he sat there, contemplating his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the transformation his body had undergone. The training sessions with Vader had left so many scars that it seemed as if the pieces of his body were part of a fragmented jigsaw puzzle. Vader's once restrained demeanor has transformed into one of rage, no longer holding back from striking Izuku and showing no hesitation in punishing him for his failures.
Fatigue washed over him. Yet, amidst the weariness, he acknowledged that Vader still expected him to report back. There was no rest for him, and Izuku's path was far from over.
"Izuku! Your letter is here!" Inko's voice echoed through the hall as she hurried towards Izuku's door. A mischievous smirk played on Izuku's lips as he reached out to grab the letter, anticipating the joy it would bring. Inko burst into the room, her eyes filled with tears as she enveloped Izuku in a tight embrace, her love and pride palpable in the air.
"I'll let you open it by yourself first," Inko said between gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and emotion.
Izuku sat in the quiet solitude of his room, the anticipation building within him. The unopened letter held a weight that was both exhilarating and daunting. Fourteen years of dreaming, of hoping, and now the moment had arrived. Yet, even as he held the letter in his hands, a feeling of restlessness stirred deep within his heart. He yearned for more.
With a swift motion, Izuku tore open the envelope, and a small disc-like device rolled across his desk. The disc began to project a holographic image, revealing the iconic figure of All Might himself. A flicker of nostalgia briefly crossed Izuku's face, but it quickly dissipated, replaced by a sense of disdain.
"I know it's been a while, but I've learned that with great power comes a great amount of paperwork" All Might declared with his booming laughter. The words that once would have ignited a spark of admiration in Izuku's eyes now only elicited a roll of his eyes.
"I didn't come to UA to fight villains. You are looking at the newest faculty member" All Might continued, the recording oblivious to the disdain that crossed Izuku's face.
Impatience grew within Izuku as All Might rambled on, but his attention sharpened when the mention of his performance reached his ears.
"You were quite impressive, Midoriya. We will watch your career with great interest. You have found yourself tied in first place with another contender, Katsuki Bakugo with 77 points" All Might remarked, All Might pauses going to leaning over as if speaking to someone too short to be seen on screen.
"Oh, that's just the villain points? Alright then. Izuku Midoriya, you have found yourself in first place with 91 points" All Might announced, his tone brimming with a mix of praise and anticipation.
"You have passed both the written and practical exams, and we welcome you to UA High... But we will need to have a private discussion with you after your first day of classes. Congratulations, young Midoriya. See you Monday!" All Might concluded, the projection fading away, leaving Izuku to contemplate the weight of his achievements and the challenges that awaited him.
With a radiant glow in his eyes, Izuku basked in the satisfaction of his accomplishments. This was just the beginning of his journey. The taste of success was sweet, but he couldn't afford to linger in this moment of triumph. His master, Vader, awaited his return, and the Sith Lord was not known for his patience.
With the letter clasped tightly in his hand, Izuku emerged from his room, his face beaming with excitement for his mom. He approached his mother, enveloping her in a heartfelt embrace. In that moment Inko's tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.
"I did it!" Izuku exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief.
Inko's hug tightened, her overwhelming happiness rendering her speechless for a moment. As tears streamed down her face, she held onto her son as if she never wanted to let go.
"Mom, please... I need... air," Izuku managed to utter, his breath constrained by the tight embrace.
Inko loosened her grip, apologizing with a sniffle. "Sorry, Izuku. I'm just so, so, so, so incredibly happy for you."
"Thank you," Izuku replied, his voice brimming with gratitude. He paused for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "I couldn't have done it without you, Mom."
Realizing that Vader should be informed of this momentous achievement, Izuku contemplated the best way to share the news. He knew that Vader had plans for a voyage within the next few days, and he needs to deliver the information in person, to see the Sith Lord's reaction firsthand. He made up his mind even if it came at the cost of upsetting his mother for a little while.
"I'll come talk to you when I get back, I really need to tell my trainer about this" Izuku assured his mother as he reached for the doorknob. He slipped on his signature red shoes and unlocked the front door.
A wave of emotions washed over Inko as she stood at the doorway, watching her son's figure disappear down the street. Her heart fluttered with a mix of relief, pride, and a tinge of nostalgia. It was a bittersweet moment, a culmination of years of hopes, dreams, and countless sleepless nights filled with worry.
The memory of Izuku's tear-stained face, his heartbreaking sobs after the quirk doctor's devastating diagnosis, flashed vividly in Inko's mind. Those were moments etched deep within her soul, moments filled with uncertainty and despair. But now, as she reflected on her son's achievement, a radiant smile adorned her face.
Gone were the nights of tossing and turning, haunted by fears of a future denied to her beloved son. She's watched him go from an awkward and shy child to a confident young man. He had defied all odds and secured his place at UA, the prestigious academy that had seemed like an unattainable dream.
As Inko closed the door behind her, she carried within her a profound sense of relief and fulfillment. The weight that had burdened her heart for so long had been lifted. Izuku had done it.