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Chucamay: I hope it goes in a direction you enjoy.

Cfbdf: Yeah, the name doesn't make much sense, but as said in that chapter's author's notes, it won't be his hero name and likely won't come up again. That said, I'm fully open to suggestions for what his hero name will be.

A quiet sobbing echoed through a bedroom, the hunched over boy within grasping a photo against his chest. As he sat there, a strange feeling came over him, the sadness that filled him fading into the background of his mind, replaced by a compelling voice: "It seems that which is dear to you has been taken away, all because they were not allowed to help themselves. I am Re-Destro, and I'm granting you the power to allow anyone to help them self."

Nervousness, anxiety, determination, anger and many more flooded Izuku's mind, the empathy he was granted via the Peacock suppling him with the emotions of the horde of teenagers that surrounded him. He sat within a bus, the vehicle headed towards one of UA's many false cities.

It didn't take long before the bus came to a stop, allowing Izuku some rest from the barrage of the teenagers' emotions. The teen stepped behind the crowd, attempting to not draw attention as he activated his Miraculous: "Duusu, Spread my feathers!"

Plucking a feather from his fan, Izuku pressed it against his UA applicant card, focusing on the determination inside himself. The emotions formed in front of him, dropping to the ground in the form of a green USB drive. Izuku bent down to pick it up, as he did, a loud voice echoed from the great walls of the fake city: "Start! Well, why aren't you moving, there's no countdowns in real battles."

In an instant, the teens cascaded through the gate, scrambling to find the robots they were instructed to destroy. Izuku managed to locate some isolated robots, 2 one pointers and a two pointer. With a leap from his magic enhanced legs, Izuku landed atop a one pointer, the USB within his hand was stabbed into the machine's head.

As the Senti-monster pierced into the metal, the robot's optics turned green, and its mechanical fist was turned on its allies.

Nezu stared down at his phone, the report of a child suddenly gaining an extreme quirk boost, as well as seemingly being brainwashed. It appeared the Butterfly had surfaced once again, and they had connections to the Meta Liberation Army.

"Something wrong, sir?" One of the teachers within the room spoke, Nezu shook his head to clear his thoughts, right now he should be focusing on the students.

"Some potential this year, though most of them seem utterly useless." A dark haired man spoke from the back of the room, his features completely apathetic.

"Perhaps, though we have yet to see what they can truly do." The principal extended his paw towards a large red button, the room shaking as it was pressed.

Izuku was rather happy about how the exam had been going. His Senti-monster had gained him control of 5 one pointers, with their help, he had gained what he thought to be enough points to pass. As he continued to scan the area for more points, a force shook the ground, other examinees' screams of terror echoing through the city.

From the far side of the city, a gigantic figure came. Its design was similar to that of the smaller robots, though this one towered over the cities buildings. Upon the sides of its head, two large zeros were painted in white. Present Mic had mentioned the machine during the introduction to the exam, but this seemed like a bit more than a simple obstacle.

The Peacock holder turned to leave, but stopped as a voice cried out: "Someone, help!" Before he could tell what was happening, Izuku's feet carried him towards the zero pointer, the reprogrammed robots following behind.

The cry for help had came from a girl, it seemed the zero pointer had kicked up some rubble that had landed atop her. Four of the machines under his command moved to grab the rubble, while the other lifted him onto its shoulders. He mumbled a reassurance to himself, then jumped at the zero pointer.

Its large hand was too sluggish to stop Izuku as he dived past it, giving him a clear shot to the robot's leg. A simple thrust of his arm sent his Senti-monster flying into the machine, causing it to cease all movement.

Izuku landed on the ground, the final beep of his Miraculous giving way to his normal form. "And that's it!" Present Mic called out, the robots around the teenagers, including the ones Izuku had taken over, retreated.

"Thanks for the help!" A cheery voice called out to Izuku, he turned, seeing the girl who had been trapped under the rubble. "I'm Ochako Uraraka, nice to meet you."

"I-I u-uh... I-I'm I-Izuku M-Midoriya." The boy stuttered out, the tiniest bit of laughter could be heard from his pocket as a tiny God was amused by his terrible social skills.

A high-pitched whistling filled the small office, followed swiftly by the pouring of liquid. "I would like to commend your tactic during the exam, Midoriya. A computer virus is certainly not something many Peacocks have made before."

"Thank you, sir."

"That said, rescuing Uraraka cost you precious time, may I inquire as to why you did?"

"I guess it was just like when I ran at the Sludge Villain. I just sort of... had to help her. If that makes any sense."

"Just what I was expecting of you Midoriya. It's the response every great hero gives to that question. The best heroes instinctively help people, to the point that their bodies move in their own." Nezu paused to finish making the tea, sliding a cup to Izuku.

"I have come to a conclusion Midoriya. I believe you truly have the makings of a great hero, so I am trusting you with a task of great importance. Very soon, I believe it will be time for me to surrender the Miracle Box. I have already failed as a guardian, I aspire to make up for that mistake, by making the next guardian the best they can be."

"You don't mean..."

"Indeed, you have already recovered the horse, I suspect it will not be the last time your fate leads you to the Miraculous. In order to aid you, I offer you a new power." Nezu reached into his pocket, retrieving a familiar pair of glasses. "So, what will it be?"