Hey there! Just wanted to give you a heads up that I'll be juggling two jobs over the next week or so, so there might be a bit of a delay before I can provide the next update.
I'm thinking of adding review responses at the end of each chapter starting with Ep 6 to address some questions from both AO3 & FFN. So stay tuned for that! Thanks for being awesome and understanding.
Utilizing the power of the Force, Vader skillfully disrupts the security systems and surveillance cameras, ensuring that his presence remains unknown. These hero's pose no real threat to him, but he knows that if they were to recover his presence, they would persistently hound him like resilient roaches. Moving through the building with an uncanny and unsettling silence, only the haunting sound of his mechanical breathing and the resonating thud of his heavy footsteps reverberate in the air. With an innate grace, he effortlessly navigates the premises, his dark aura permeating the surroundings.
Vader's wrath overflows within him as he enters the agency's reception area. The security guard stationed there is powerless against his overwhelming power, gasping for breath as Vader tightens his grip with the Force, rendering him unconscious. With a surge of dark energy, Vader unleashes his destructive might upon the surroundings. The metal doors that once guarded the entrance become mere playthings in his grasp as he rips them off their hinges through the force, sending them crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact. The once orderly and secure space is now a chaotic mess, debris strewn across the floor as Vader's path of devastation continues.
Inside the main offices, chaos erupts as the agency's staff become aware of the intrusion. Panic spreads like wildfire as they scramble to mount a defense against the imposing figure of the Dark Lord. Heroes and sidekicks alike activate their powers and brandish their gadgets, hoping to hold back the unstoppable force before them. But their efforts prove fruitless and their defenses crumble under the overwhelming power of Vader.
"We've got you surrounded, four to one. Give up now and get on your knees" Vamp Bro, the macho leader of the hero agency, boldly declares, his voice laced with confidence. His sidekicks position themselves strategically, preparing for a confrontation. However, Vader remains unfazed, only pausing briefly in his relentless stride.
"Your overconfidence is your undoing" Vader retorts, his voice laced with a chilling calmness. With a swift motion, he ignites his crimson lightsaber, the blade casting an ominous glow in the room. Turning to face his adversaries, he becomes the embodiment of death.
Vamp Bro unleashes a barrage of blood bullets, aimed at the Sith Lord. But Vader effortlessly deflects each projectile with his lightsaber, causing them to disintegrate into nothingness.
As Vamp Bro's sidekick, PowerHeel, charges at Vader with impressive speed, her heels pounding against the floor as she jumps in to kick him, Vader's command over the Force comes into play. With a mere thought, he uses the Force to hurl PowerHeel towards the wall, her body crashing into the unforgiving surface. The impact is followed by the forceful cascade of a bookshelf, which Vader manipulates through the Force, sending it crashing down upon her head, neutralizing the threat.
The room descends into an eerie silence as the heroes witness the cruelty of Darth Vader. Realizing the urgent need for reinforcements, the remaining three heroes and sidekicks swiftly split up, their footsteps echoing through the room as they hurriedly make their escape to gather assistance.
Meanwhile, Vamp Bro, the brave and stubborn leader of the agency, stands his ground, determined to face Vader head-on. Unleashing a relentless barrage of blood bullets, he channels his quirk with all his might. Each bullet hurtles towards Vader with incredible speed and force, aiming to overwhelm him. However, Vader's mastery of the Force proves to be an impenetrable defense.
With precision and grace, Vader deflects and blocks every incoming bullet. The crimson blade of his lightsaber dances through the air, creating a mesmerizing display of power. Vamp Bro's attacks, though formidable, are met with unwavering resistance.
In a moment that freezes time, Vader seizes one of the remaining sidekicks. With a swift and brutal strike of his lightsaber, he cuts through the unfortunate hero, his lifeless body collapsing to the ground. The shocking sight leaves Vamp Bro paralyzed with grief and horror.
Before Vamp Bro can even comprehend the gravity of the situation, Vader swiftly grabs the last remaining sidekick and hurls him across the room. The helpless hero collides with Vamp Bro, their bodies crashing into each other with a sickening thud. The impact sends them stumbling across the room, disoriented and reeling from the force of the collision.
With a commanding presence, Vader raises his hands, channeling the dark side of the Force between his palms. His heart gleam with a malevolent intensity as he prepares to unleash a devastating push that will send his enemies to their doom. Vader unleashes the forceful push. The sheer magnitude of the attack shakes the entire building to its core. Walls tremble, glass shatters, and debris scatters in every direction. The force generated by Vader's power surges outward, rippling through the air like a violent shockwave.
The devastating impact propels Vamp Bro and the sidekick through the air, their bodies tumbling out of the shattered window. As they plummet towards the unforgiving ground below, their screams are drowned out by the chaos of the falling debris. Their lives extinguished in an instant, their bodies lost as they splatter across the ground.
Vader's lightsaber becomes an extension of his wrath, effortlessly slicing through walls and doors as if they were made of paper. The reinforced fortifications of the agency crumble in seconds leaving a chaotic path of destruction in his wake. The feeble attempts to defend the database are met with sheer mastery as Vader deftly cuts, pries, or breaks through every barrier in his path.
Vader makes his way to the heart of the agency's operations, it's server room. One by one, he disconnects the cables and systematically removes the servers, their electronic hum silenced by the forceful severing of connections. With each server extracted, he places them carefully into a specially designed case, ensuring their safe transport.
The room quakes with the force of Vader's power as he rips the servers from their racks, the metal groaning and bending under his unstoppable might. The once-imposing machinery now lies scattered and broken throughout the floor.
As he retrieves the last remaining server, a chilling silence settles in the room. The agency's attempts to defend their precious data have been in vain, their security measures rendered insignificant against the unstoppable power of Vader.
As the blaring alarms reverberate through the shattered remains of the hero agency, the few surviving staff members slowly regain their senses. Their eyes widen as they witness the dark figure of Vader walking through the broken walls, the stolen servers floating behind him with an uncanny ease.
Among the chaos and confusion, the last remaining witness, a terrified hostess, stands frozen in fear. Her gaze locks onto Vader's departing form, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and terror. Sensing her overwhelming fear, Vader extends his influence, channeling the power of the Force to manipulate her memories.
With a wave of his hand, he casts the girl into a trance, altering her recollection of the incident. "PowerHeel worked with the Yakuza to usurp the agency"
Gradually, the witness's expression changes, the fear dissipating from her features only for sadness to take it's place. Confusion and disorientation take hold as the memory of the attacker's appearance fades away, leaving a void in her mind. She shakes her head, trying to grasp the elusive details that slip through her fingers, unable to recall any specifics of the chaotic event that just unfolded before her eyes.
Vader descends into the depths of the facility, making his way towards the basement. He navigates through the corridors and reaches a secluded back room. There, he deftly removes the manhole cover Izuku had scouted earlier this summer, revealing a hidden access point to the sewer system below.
Vader disappears into the opening, vanishing into the murky darkness of the labyrinthine tunnels. The faint echoes of his footsteps and assisted breathing reverberate through the underground passages as he ventures deeper into the clandestine network.
—
Later That Day
Izuku's footsteps echo through the empty expanse of the sewer, the sound bouncing off the damp walls. The faint smell of moisture hangs in the air as he navigates his way through the labyrinthine tunnels. Finally, he arrives at a secluded utility room, where rows of large generators and reservoirs hum with a repetitive buzz.
Undeterred by the mechanical cacophony, Izuku moves towards the back wall. After glaring around to make sure he wasn't followed, he extends his hand reaching out towards a blank section. A surge of energy emanates from him, causing the wall to tremble slightly. The large section of the wall begins to lift, revealing an entrance to a hidden room.
Stepping inside, Izuku is greeted by the sight of their makeshift lair, one he was ordered by Vader to forge. Once inside, Izuku carefully seals the entrance behind him, concealing their secret base from the outside world. The muffled sounds of the sewer fade away, replaced by mechanical humming or crackling fires. The walls are adorned with training equipment, electronic displays, and various tools and machinery made from the scrapyard of the beach.
Izuku steps toward Vader's chambers, the doors sliding open silently as he enters. He approaches Vader's station and kneels respectfully at its base.
Vader sits in his chair, facing a large tank that stands empty before him. Wires and tube's stick out from it's base, incomplete and rugged. His gaze is fixated, as if lost in deep contemplation. The helmet that usually covers his face rests in his lap, revealing the scarred, bald scalp beneath. Izuku's curiosity always had him wondering what lies behind that mask, as Vader has never shown him his entire face before.
"My lord" Izuku calls out just barely able to contain his excitement for the news of his success at the exam, but he is met with silence. Vader continues to mutter to himself, his attention seemingly focused on something just to the left of the tank. The tone of his voice grows increasingly harsh, filled with an intensity that sends a shiver down Izuku's spine.
Vader scoffed, his helmeted head shaking with defiance. "Save my son? Luke Skywalker fell to his death on Bespin. You turned him away from me, just like you had done Padme!"
Vader's brain surged with an incredible pain. The searing heat felt like it was emitting from every cell that formed of his brain. "You have grown old, your attempts to trick me have grown pathetic"
Vader's rage flared, his scarred face contorting in anger. "You cannot lie to me Obi Wan, I was once your student but you had betrayed me!"
Vader growls with a hint of anger and frustration, his voice echoing through the chamber and reaching the ears of Izuku, who stands nearby amidst the hum of the makeshift machinery.
Izuku remains in his kneeling position, his confusion growing as he reflects on his limited interactions with Vader. Their conversations have been sparse, focused solely on training and harnessing the power of the Force. Vader has provided guidance and taught him the necessary skills to become stronger, but there has always been a certain distance between them, a veil of secrecy surrounding Vader's past.
As he gazes at Vader's figure, Izuku wonders about the reasons behind this intentional distance. Why has Vader chosen to reveal so little about his own history? What experiences and trials have shaped him into the formidable figure he is now? The answers elude Izuku, for Vader has always responded to Izuku's questions with a harsh brutality. In this last 10 months it has been endless training, not a single moment spared to converse.
Yet, despite the lingering uncertainty, Izuku trusts in Vader's wisdom and guidance. He was the only one to give Izuku the time of day, and he will keep it no matter what. With each training session and display of Vader's formidable power, Izuku is inspired to push himself further, to embrace the teachings imparted to him, and to unlock his own potential.
Vader reaches up and seals his helmet back onto his head, the distinct hiss of pressurization filling the chamber. He turns his chair, facing Izuku as he rises to his feet.
"What is your status, my apprentice?" Vader's deep, modulated voice resonates in the room.
Izuku can't help but let his smile widen as he meets Vader's gaze. "My exam was successfully passed," he responds, his voice filled with pride and excitement.
Vader's aura remains impassive. "Do not let such emotions misguide you, Midoriya," he warns, his tone firm. "Passing the exam is only the first step on the path to unlocking our complete power."
Izuku listens intently, his eyes fixed on Vader. He has always admired his mentor's strength and unwavering determination, yet there are moments when he struggles to fully comprehend Vader's ultimate goals. The vision of a reformed hero society, a world built anew, has been instilled in him by Vader. But the details, the intricacies of their shared vision, remain elusive.
Deep down, Izuku knows he possesses the potential to be a powerful hero, a force to be reckoned with. But he also recognizes his own limitations as a leader, realizing that his skills pale in comparison to Vader's commanding presence. In his dreams, he envisions a world where he and Vader stand side by side, growing stronger together, their combined strength backed by an army of heroes working towards peace.
Izuku takes a deep breath, channeling his determination and focus. He steps forward, meeting Vader's piercing gaze head-on. "I understand, my master," he declares "I will grow my strength in the Force"
Vader's aura emanates an icy coldness. He leans slightly forward, his voice laced with intensity. "Did you find any information for finding their remains, Midoriya?" he asks, his words cutting through the air.
Izuku's mind races, recalling the fragments of knowledge he had gathered. "There was little I could find," he begins, carefully choosing his words. "However, I stumbled upon information regarding a group called Japan Quirk Archaeologists and Geneticists. They have received a substantial amount of funding, hundreds of millions of dollars, for their history of Quirk Evolution program. It seems that my quirk doctor is affiliated with this group, as indicated by the plaque displayed on his office wall."
Vader's mechanical breathing seems to quicken slightly, a hint of intrigue piercing through his stoic exterior. "Continue," he demands, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Izuku presses on, eager to provide any potential advantage to his master. "Based on my research, it appears that Japan Quirk Archaeologists and Geneticists is engaged in excavation and construction projects related to their Quirk and Evolution program. They may have what you are after"
Vader's mechanical voice resonates with a hint of approval. "Good, my apprentice. Now, where can I find this doctor?" His hidden satisfaction intensifies, fueling his drive to uncover those responsible for desecrating Padme's remains.
Izuku maintains a composed demeanor as he responds, "I visited him at his office located on 17 Juhi Street."
Vader takes a moment to process the information, plotting his next move. "Very well. I shall seek him out myself," he declares, his voice laced with a sense of impending vengeance. "Once my mission is complete, you will begin your next quest alongside your ongoing journey at UA. It will be time for you to craft your own lightsaber."
The mention of crafting his own lightsaber sends a surge of excitement through Izuku's veins. Stars seem to twinkle in his eyes as he envisions the possibilities that lie ahead.
Vader raises his gloved hand, his grip tightening around his lightsaber hilt. "The dark side of the Force will guide us as we reshape the world. The dark side will bring justice to those who have wronged you. You are dismissed"
—
A few days later…
Izuku stands before his front door, adjusting the collar of his new UA uniform to perfection, his excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness. Beside him, Inko gazes at her son with tears streaming down her cheeks, her hands clasped tightly together.
"I'm so proud of you, son," Inko says, her voice quivering with emotion. "I am so sorry I ever doubted you"
Izuku's heart swells with gratitude and love for his mother. He reaches out to squeeze her hand gently. "Thank you, Mom" he replies, his voice filled with warmth and determination. "It means the world to me. I'll make you proud"
With those words, Izuku opens the front door and steps out, embarking on a new chapter of his life. As he makes his way towards his new campus, he joins the stream of other aspiring heroes who have successfully passed the entrance exam. Out of the 1200 applicants, only 36 have secured their place and another 4 through recommendations, maintaining the challenging acceptance rate of 1 in 300.
Izuku's eyes scan the bustling halls, searching for the classroom 1-A. Finally, his gaze lands on a comically huge door that seems to beckon him forward, a lighthearted joke slips from his lips, attempting to ease his nerves. "Wow, this is huge. I guess they try to accommodate all quirks, even Godzillo" he mutters to himself, trying to find some humor in the situation.
However, a sinking feeling begins to settle in his stomach. His mind races with the realization that there are only two classes, which means there is a high chance he will end up with either Bakugo, that blue haired prick, or Mineta, the pervert.
With a deep sigh, Izuku musters his resolve and pushes open the door, mentally preparing himself for whatever awaits inside. As he steps into the classroom, his heart drops at the sight before him. He had somehow ended up with all three.
"Put your feet off that desk now!" the blue-haired teen firmly states, his voice filled with authority.
Bakugo responds with a nonchalant "Huh," clearly unbothered by the reprimand.
"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting the school by scuffing school property, you heathen," the blue-haired teen explains, his frustration evident.
"What's wrong? Did your pops teach you how to be such a wimp, or were you just born like that?" Bakugo mocks, provoking a reaction.
"Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida, from Somi Private Academy," Iida introduces himself, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"Somi huh, You must think you're better than me? I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one!" Bakugo taunts, escalating the situation further.
"You would threaten me, your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?" Iida retorts.
"Oh, it's him," both Iida and Bakugo mutter simultaneously, acknowledging Izuku's presence.
"Good morning! My name is" Iida rushes over to Izuku, extending a friendly greeting before being cut off.
"Yeah, I heard. I'm Izuku... Izuku Midoriya," he introduces himself, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"Likewise" Iida replies, acknowledging Izuku's response.
"You knew there was more to the practical exams, didn't you? You must be very perceptive. I completely misjudged you. I admit, as a student, you are far superior to me," Iida admits, surprising Izuku with his humble confession and making him feel a bit awkward.
As if to divert his attention, Ochako's familiar voice calls out, breaking the momentary tension. Izuku turns to face her, noticing how adorable she looks in her uniform, causing a slight blush to creep onto his cheeks.
"Hey, Izuku, how was your weekend?" Ochako asks, her warm smile making Izuku's heart flutter.
"Oh it was nice. I feel like I should say thank you, saving you ended up bringing me all the way to first place" Izuku replied.
From afar, hearing this Bakugo sneers in hate.
—
Earlier that weekend…
"Not one, but two students got into UA in one year. That's incredible, and to think you're one of them, Izuku," their former homeroom teacher from junior high congratulates both of them, but Izuku pays little attention to his words, still harboring resentment towards the teacher for his past mistreatment.
As Izuku hurriedly gathers the rest of his forms and transcripts, preparing to head back home, Bakugo suddenly grabs him and forcefully pushes him into a nearby dark classroom. The intensity in Bakugo's voice is palpable as he confronts Izuku.
"What did you do to pass the exam? You must have cheated somehow. You only got your quirk a year ago, and now you magically surpass me in a test I've trained years for! I was supposed to be the only one from this shitty school to get there. Me, a prodigy!" Bakugo barks at Izuku, his frustration and jealousy apparent. But this time, Izuku doesn't cower or show any signs of fear. He meets Bakugo's gaze with a blank and unaffected expression, his resolve unwavering.
"It's simple really, I hate you" Izuku says, his tone flat and cold, fully aware that his words will only further provoke Bakugo's anger.
"What did you say to me, you little shit? I warned you not to apply!" Bakugo barks, his rage intensifying.
"Someone finally gave me a chance, a chance to channel all my anger, for you, All Might, and the rest of this damn society, into power... and it worked" Izuku retorts, a grin creeping across his face. "You can't stop me now, and every time you try, I'll only grow stronger than before."
Bakugo's face contorts with a mix of anger and disbelief as he processes Izuku's words. The once meek and timid boy he knew has transformed into someone entirely different.
—
Back in class…
"I wonder what we're all doing today besides orientation. I wonder what our teachers are like. I can't wait to meet everybody," Uraraka says with excitement, practically dancing in place.
Amidst the chatter, a voice suddenly interrupts, capturing the attention of all the students in the classroom. The source of the voice is a figure just out of their line of sight nestled behind the teacher's desk, tucked inside a bright yellow sleeping bag.
"If you're just here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now," the voice declares.
Curious gazes turn towards the mysterious figure, who emerges from the sleeping bag with unkempt long black hair, a five o'clock shadow, and sunken eyes. His disheveled appearance contrasts with his simple black jacket, black pants, and a long gray scarf wrapped around his neck. A pair of goggles dangles loosely around his neck, completing his unusual ensemble.
Izuku observes the man's tired countenance, his eye bags even worse than his own.
"It took you all six seconds to quiet down. Time is precious, and good students would have understood that," the man remarks as he shuffles into the classroom and settles behind the desk. He rummages through the desk drawer, searching for a key, before pulling out a large bag filled with blue, white, and red gym uniforms.
"I'm Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher" Aizawa declares, causing the rest of the class to react with surprise.
Izuku is taken aback that someone who looks half-dead could be his teacher, but he quickly finds his way to his seat, ready to follow along.
"Alright, let's get to it. Put these on and let's head outside" Aizawa commands, gesturing to the gym uniforms in the bag.
—
What, a quirk assessment test?" the entire class exclaims in shock.
"But what about orientation? We'll miss it" Uraraka questions Aizawa.
"If you want to make it to the big leagues, there's no point in wasting time on pointless ceremonies. At UA, I run my class the way I see fit" Aizawa responds.
"You've spent your whole life taking standardized tests, but your quirks have never been utilized in physical exams. The country still pretends we're all created equal by not allowing those with the most power to excel. It's irrational, and one day the Ministry of Education will have to learn" Aizawa remarks, causing the class to gasp in realization.
"Bakugo, you scored the highest amount of villain points on your entrance exam. How far was the farthest you've thrown a baseball in junior high?" Aizawa asks.
"67 meters, I think, probably more" Bakugo responds.
"Now do it with your quirk, anything goes, just stay in the circle," Aizawa says, pointing at the baseball field that had an additional ring around home base drawn in some kind of spray paint.
"All right, you asked for it" Bakugo says as he walks up with the ball in hand. After a swift throw, he propels the ball even farther through the use of his explosion quirk, sending it rocketing into the air.
The scanner pointed at the field flashes lights and indicates that he had thrown the ball 705 meters, causing the class to erupt in surprise.
"Wow, that's so far! Are you for real?" a kid with bright yellow hair and a zigzag of black hair says.
"That looks like so much fun! I can't wait to go!" a girl with bright pink hair and skin, along with two horns, exclaims.
"This looks fun, huh?" Aizawa says, causing the class to tense up.
"You have three years here to become a hero. Do you really think it's all going to be games?" Aizawa continues. He can't help but feel that this year's class is going to be a bunch of idiots. He has eight physical tests lined up, and he'd be surprised if anyone finishes them seriously.
"There are several tests. They all gauge potential, and whoever is last has none, resulting in expulsion" Aizawa says, causing the rest of the class to shiver or gasp.
"I run this class however I want, so if you have problems, you can go home" Aizawa states.
Izuku isn't too worried. He believes that nothing Aizawa will throw at him could be worse than the grueling training he endured under Vader. The scars and bruises from that experience have only strengthened his confidence now.
"You can't send one of us home! We just got here, and they'd never get to show their true potential! That isn't fair" Uraraka combats Aizawa.
"Are natural disasters fair? Are villains fair? Are diseases fair? The world is always unfair, and we do our best as heroes to combat that. If you want to be a pro, you always have to push yourself to the absolute extreme. It will be three years of excruciating hardship" Aizawa says.
"Show me it's no mistake!" Aizawa says, boasting the class on.
Iida isn't a fan of the hazing going on but knows he has no choice. Bakugo relishes this chance to prove his superiority.
—
Test: 50 Meter Dash
Tenya Iida sprints across the track with engines sticking out from his calves, leaving Tsuyu Asui, a frog-like girl, a few meters behind.
"I can only go up to 3rd gear at this length," Iida says, even though he has already won with a time of 3.04 seconds compared to the girl's 5.08.
Aizawa gazes at him, silently arguing with himself that while Iida's speed is impressive, there will be challenges ahead that may require more than just velocity to overcome, and he wonders if Iida will survive.
Uraraka's clothes and shoes float weightlessly around her as she mentally activates her quirk, relieving her of the strain that excessive gravity can sometimes put on her body and preventing any chance of nausea, a common side effect of her quirk's usage.
Meanwhile, Ashido and Aoyama eagerly prepare themselves for their turn to race, each utilizing their unique quirks in their own distinctive ways. Aoyama activates his navel laser, propelling himself forward, but the burst of energy falls short of carrying him the full length of the track. Undeterred, Ashido activates her acid quirk, creating a slick surface that allows her to effortlessly slide along, much like ice skates.
As the race progresses, one pair after another takes their turn, their quirk-fueled abilities on full display. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as the final pair emerges: Bakugo and Izuku. The intensity in their eyes is palpable, their rivalry fueling the competitive fire within them.
Izuku, no longer gripped by fear against Bakugo, exudes a newfound confidence. He toys with Bakugo, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips, knowing he has the power of the Force at his disposal. Bakugo, seething with frustration, would love nothing more than to tear Izuku's head off, but he restrains himself, realizing that victory in this race will provide the perfect opportunity to gloat.
As the buzzer blares, signaling the start of the race, Izuku channels the Force and becomes a blur, his feet gliding along the air as he breaks through the wind. Bakugo, on the other hand, harnesses the explosive power of his quirk, propelling himself forward with explosive bursts of energy. They race neck and neck, their determination evident in every stride.
The crowd watches in awe as the two rivals push themselves to the limit, their feet rarely contacting the track, the wind whipping through their hair. Finally, they reach the finish line in a dramatic tie, their synchronized movements reflecting the equal strength and tenacity they possess.
Aizawa's piercing gaze falls upon the two competitors, noting the signs of fatigue etched on Izuku's face. After observing Izuku's previous collapse during the exam, Aizawa is convinced that he will only prove to be a liability in battle.
The subsequent tests proceed smoothly, with Izuku utilizing the Force to his advantage. He effortlessly navigates the Grip Strength test, showcasing his enhanced strength. The Long Jump becomes a mere leap for Izuku as he propels himself to impressive distances. In the Side Steps test, his agility and coordination are enhanced, allowing him to swiftly maneuver through the course.
With each test, Izuku consistently places among the top five participants, his remarkable performance further solidifying his potential as a formidable hero within the eyes of the class. However, Aizawa remains skeptical, keenly aware of the limits of Izuku's quirk and concerned about the potential risks he may pose in high-stakes situations.
As Izuku waits in line for the ball throw, the entire class gazes at Uraraka's incredible Infinity score, leaving them in awe of her seemingly impossible achievement. The realization that she possesses such extraordinary power resonates with everyone, including Izuku.
Inspired by Uraraka's exceptional performance, Izuku contemplates his own strategy to maximize his score. Izuku's mind races as he envisions the perfect sequence of movements.
With a swift motion, he hurls the ball high into the air, directly above him, sending it soaring towards the heavens. As the ball begins its descent, Izuku brings his hands together, generating a swirling vortex of brilliant blue energy between his palms. The energy intensifies and condenses, fueled by the memories of his past experiences—the unwavering love for his mother, the intense rivalry with Bakugo, and the frustrations he harbors towards the flaws within the superhero society.
Drawing strength from these emotions, Izuku harnesses the energy, channeling it into one decisive moment. Just as the ball falls back in front of his face, Izuku unleashes the full force of his power. The accumulated energy erupts into an immense blast, propelling the ball with an incredible velocity that defies expectations.
The class watches in astonishment as the ball rockets through the air, soaring higher and higher. Gasps of disbelief echo through the training grounds, the sheer magnitude of Izuku's throw leaving an indelible impression on his classmates.
This turn of events confuses Aizawa, as he had used his erasure quirk to nullify Izuku's abilities during the ball throw. However, to his surprise, Izuku's quirk remains unaffected, leaving Aizawa in a state of angry bewilderment as he reads the astonishing score of 961 meters on the sign. Frustration consumes him as he strides towards Izuku, his scarf coiling around him with an intent to restrain.
"You fell asleep using your quirk during the exam. You're nothing but a reckless liability" Aizawa utters with an edge of anger in his voice. "There was another hero with that same mentality, throwing yourself into danger, but not all of them turned out like that. Your drive is meaningless if your allies have to carry your sleeping body off the battlefield."
Izuku's resolve remains unshaken as he defends himself against Aizawa's verbal assault. "No! UA created a death trap in the exam! That situation could have killed that girl, and all of you were watching from that tower, doing nothing. I knew it was beyond my capabilities, but I took the risk anyway, and here we both stand now."
Aizawa releases his hold on Izuku, a hint of pride lingering within him as he observes the young student. In that moment, one thought resonates in Aizawa's mind—this year might be interesting.