Prologue

The sun bathed the city in warm daylight as Krillin, age 14, continued his meditation at Kame House. Waves lapped against the rocky shores, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. Inside the quaint, island abode, Master Roshi's disciples were gathered around, each engaged in their own activities. Goku was meticulously polishing his Power Pole, while Bulma tinkered with some gadgets in a corner. And there, seated on a bamboo mat, was Krillin, the young and determined martial artist.

Krillin had been pushing himself relentlessly, honing his skills at Kame House under Master Roshi's tutelage. His short stature and lack of a visible nose were distinct features, but they didn't deter his dedication to becoming a formidable martial artist. The Turtle School's teachings had transformed him into a capable fighter, and he was eager to prove himself.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the island, Krillin's eyes grew heavy, and his breaths deepened. The rhythmic sound of the ocean waves served as a lullaby, lulling him into a peaceful slumber. Unbeknownst to him, the world around him was about to change in ways he could never have imagined.

In the blink of an eye, Krillin's surroundings shifted from the tranquil Kame House to a bustling cityscape. He groggily rubbed his eyes and blinked in disbelief. The gentle sea breeze had been replaced by the clamor of urban life, and the bright sunlight now illuminated the city.

Confusion and panic gripped him as he realized that he was no longer in the familiar abode of Kame House. He glanced around, taking in the towering buildings and the bustling crowds. But what truly stunned him was the sight of teenagers in school uniforms, each displaying extraordinary abilities.

Krillin's heart raced as he observed the scene unfolding before him. It was like something out of a science fiction movie. He watched as a girl with brown hair defied gravity, leaping from one rooftop to another with effortless grace. Nearby, a boy with fire-red hair conjured flames with a snap of his fingers, illuminating the daylight with his power.

"What in the world is going on?" Krillin muttered to himself, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Before he could make sense of his surroundings, an alarm blared, and a robotic voice echoed through the city streets, sending shivers down his spine. "Attention, participants! The UA Hero Exam has begun! Your mission is to defeat as many combat robots as possible within the time limit!"

Krillin's instincts kicked in. His training at the Turtle School had prepared him for moments like this. He couldn't afford to be paralyzed by fear. He had to act quickly.

Without hesitation, Krillin assumed a battle stance, his eyes focused on a group of menacing robots approaching him. With a swift movement of his legs, he darted towards them, a blur of motion. His fist struck the first robot with pinpoint accuracy, sending sparks flying as it crumbled to the ground.

The other participants in the UA Hero Exam stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in astonishment. Who was this strange, noseless boy who had appeared out of nowhere and was taking out robots with such ease?

Krillin continued his assault, moving with grace and precision. He delivered a series of rapid punches and kicks, each one connecting with the robots' metallic bodies. His movements were a testament to the rigorous training he had undergone under Master Roshi's guidance.

As he dispatched one group of robots, he noticed a larger cluster approaching from all sides. Time was running out, and he needed to act decisively. Drawing upon the teachings of the Turtle School, Krillin gathered his energy, channeling it into his hands.

"Kamehameha!" he shouted, unleashing a brilliant blue wave of energy that tore through the robots like a hot knife through butter. In an instant, a dozen robots were reduced to smoldering wreckage, their parts scattered across the pavement.

The onlookers gasped in disbelief, their jaws dropping at the display of power they had just witnessed. Krillin had gone from a bewildered bystander to a hero in the blink of an eye.

But Krillin wasn't done yet. With newfound confidence, he continued to battle the robotic adversaries, his movements becoming more fluid and his attacks more devastating with each passing moment.

As the minutes ticked away, Krillin's determination remained unwavering. He had no idea how he had ended up in this strange world, but he was determined to make the most of it. With every punch, kick, and Kamehameha, he proved that he was a force to be reckoned with.

As Krillin continued to battle the relentless onslaught of robots, his presence remained a mystery to the other participants in the UA Hero Exam. To them, he was an enigmatic newcomer, a boy who had seemingly materialized out of thin air, with no background or identity they could discern.

The daylight illuminated the cityscape, casting long shadows as Krillin effortlessly weaved through the metallic foes. His movements were a symphony of martial arts, a dance of precision and power. With each strike, he exhibited a level of skill and control that left the spectators awestruck.

The girl with brown hair, who could defy gravity, paused mid-air to watch in wonder as Krillin dispatched the robots with grace and ease. She had seen her fair share of impressive abilities, but this newcomer's combat prowess was on a whole new level.

The boy with fire-red hair, who could manipulate flames, couldn't help but admire Krillin's skill. He had always been confident in his own abilities, but this mysterious boy had a unique energy about him.

Meanwhile, the other exam participants were equally captivated by the spectacle. They cheered and gasped with each of Krillin's movements, completely engrossed in the battle unfolding before them. It was as if they were witnessing a living legend in action.

The robotic voice echoed once more, announcing that there were only a few minutes left in the exam. Krillin's focus intensified. He knew he had to make every moment count. With a burst of speed, he darted toward a massive cluster of robots, his hands and feet a blur as he dispatched them with surgical precision.

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, recognizing the sheer skill and power on display. Whispers spread through the crowd as they attempted to unravel the mystery of the noseless boy who had become the unexpected star of the UA Hero Exam.

Krillin's body was covered in sweat, his muscles aching from the exertion, but he refused to yield. He had come to understand that this was a world where strength and courage mattered, and he was determined to prove himself.

As the exam timer reached its final seconds, Krillin unleashed a final, devastating attack. He gathered his energy once more, focusing every ounce of his being into one last Kamehameha wave. The beam of energy surged forward, annihilating the remaining robots in a brilliant display of power.

The robotic voice declared the end of the exam, and the city fell silent. Krillin stood amidst the smoldering wreckage of the defeated robots, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The participants and spectators stared in awe, their respect for the mysterious newcomer growing with each passing moment.

The gravity-defying girl floated down to the ground, her brown hair cascading around her. She approached Krillin with a warm smile. "I don't know who you are, but you're incredible. My name is Ochako Uraraka. Welcome to the UA Hero Exam."

Krillin, still catching his breath, managed a smile of his own. "I'm Krillin. Nice to meet you, Ochako."

As Krillin stood there, catching his breath and introducing himself to Ochako Uraraka, the city remained in a state of amazement. The other participants in the UA Hero Exam were buzzing with excitement and curiosity, eager to learn more about the mysterious boy who had just displayed incredible combat skills.

Meanwhile, in a control room high above the city, a group of heroes and UA teachers had been monitoring the exam. They watched in astonishment as Krillin appeared out of nowhere and effortlessly decimated wave after wave of combat robots.

One of the teachers, a stern-looking man with graying hair named Shota Aizawa, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Did we miss something in the briefing? Who is this kid, and where did he come from?"

Beside him, a young and enthusiastic hero named All Might, known for his towering muscular form and beaming smile, leaned closer to the monitor. "I've never seen anything like this, Aizawa. It's as if he's a natural-born hero."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Natural-born or not, we can't just let him disrupt the exam like this. We'll have to question him after the test."

Back on the ground, Krillin was surrounded by a small crowd of participants who were eager to get to know him. A group of heroes, dressed in plainclothes and acting as exam proctors, approached the scene. They were tasked with maintaining order during the exam and ensuring fairness.

One of the proctors, a woman with a stern demeanor, stepped forward. "Excuse me, young man," she said to Krillin. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but we'll need to ask you a few questions after the exam is officially over."

Krillin nodded in agreement, understanding that his sudden appearance had raised many questions. He turned back to Ochako, who was still beaming with admiration. "I hope we can talk more after this. I have a lot of questions too."

The exam concluded, and the participants began to disperse, their excitement still palpable. Krillin's actions had left an indelible mark on everyone who had witnessed them. As the heroes and teachers convened in the control room to discuss the situation, they couldn't help but wonder about the potential this newcomer possessed.

All Might, the symbol of peace, spoke with a sense of awe in his voice. "I've seen countless aspiring heroes, but there's something special about that boy. He's got the heart of a hero."

Aizawa remained pragmatic. "We'll need to investigate further. We can't have someone disrupting the UA Hero Exam like this. But there's no denying that he's caught our attention."

After the UA Hero Exam had concluded, Krillin found himself in a small, dimly lit room at the UA entrance exam facility. The room was sparsely furnished, with a plain wooden table and a few chairs. Seated across from him were two stern-looking figures – Shota Aizawa, the UA teacher with graying hair, and Hizashi Yamada, a tall and energetic man with long, blonde hair. They were the proctors responsible for maintaining order during the exam.

Aizawa leaned forward, his sharp eyes fixed on Krillin. "Let's start from the beginning. Who are you, and how did you end up in the middle of the UA Hero Exam?"

Krillin took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to explain his situation. "My name is Krillin, and I'm a martial artist. I was at Kame House, training under Master Roshi, and then suddenly, I woke up here."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, exchanging a puzzled glance with Aizawa. "Kame House? Master Roshi? What are you talking about, kid? Are those code names or something?"

Krillin shook his head. "No, they're real people and places. Master Roshi is my martial arts teacher, and Kame House is where I've been living and training."

Aizawa sighed, clearly frustrated by Krillin's answers. "Look, we don't have time for games. You appeared out of nowhere and disrupted our exam. We need to understand how you got here and what your intentions are."

Krillin frowned, feeling the weight of their skepticism. "I wish I could explain it better, but I don't understand it myself. One moment, I was meditating at Kame House, and the next, I was here."

Hizashi sighed and rubbed his temples. "And what about your abilities? How can you take out those robots like that? Are you a metahuman?"

Krillin hesitated, unsure of how to describe his abilities to these baffled proctors. "I've trained in martial arts for years, and I can harness my energy to perform powerful attacks. It's not something I can easily explain."

Aizawa's patience was wearing thin. "Martial arts and energy attacks? This is getting ridiculous. And what's with your appearance? Why don't you have a nose?"

Krillin sighed, realizing that his unique features were only complicating matters further. "I was born without a visible nose. It's just how I am."

Hizashi leaned back in his chair, exchanging another glance with Aizawa. "This is going nowhere. We need to investigate this further. We can't have someone with unknown abilities randomly appearing in the middle of our exams."

As the proctors continued to question Krillin, it became increasingly evident that the boy's answers only raised more questions. The concept of martial arts, energy attacks, and training under a master named Roshi were completely foreign to them. The mysterious circumstances surrounding Krillin's appearance left them baffled and concerned about the potential security breach.

Meanwhile, Krillin couldn't help but feel frustrated by the lack of understanding. He longed to return to Kame House and the familiar The questioning continued for what felt like hours. Krillin did his best to provide answers that made sense to him, but it was clear that the proctors were struggling to grasp the concept of martial arts, energy attacks, and the world he came from.

Aizawa leaned forward, his voice edged with frustration. "You keep mentioning this 'Master Roshi' and 'Kame House.' Are they some sort of secret society or underground organization?"

Krillin shook his head vehemently. "No, they're not secret or underground. Master Roshi is just a wise martial arts teacher, and Kame House is a simple island home where we train."

Hizashi chimed in, his tone incredulous. "And you say you've fought against the 'Red Ribbon Army'? Are they a criminal syndicate or a paramilitary organization in your world?"

Krillin sighed, realizing that his attempts at explanation were futile. "The Red Ribbon Army was a group of villains who tried to collect the Dragon Balls for their own gain. I fought against them to stop their evil plans."

Aizawa and Hizashi exchanged glances once again, their confusion deepening. The notion of Dragon Balls and fighting against a mysterious army for the sake of powerful artifacts was beyond their comprehension.

Aizawa finally leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Look, Krillin, we don't have any conclusive answers from you. We can't let you roam freely until we figure out who you are and how you ended up here."

Krillin nodded in understanding, feeling a sense of helplessness. He had no control over the circumstances that had brought him to this world, and it seemed like he was stuck in a place where no one understood him.

Hizashi's voice softened slightly as he spoke. "We'll have to contact the authorities and conduct a thorough investigation. In the meantime, we'll provide you with temporary accommodations."

As Krillin was escorted to a temporary holding area, he couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in a world that was so different from his own. He missed Kame House, Master Roshi's guidance, and the camaraderie of his friends. But he also knew that he had to adapt to this new reality and find a way to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.

Little did Krillin know that his presence in the UA Hero Exam had set in motion a series of events that would forever change the lives of those he encountered in this unfamiliar world. As he waited for the investigation to unfold, he could only hope that he would eventually find answers and a way to return to the world he knew and loved.

Days turned into a week, and Krillin remained in isolation, cut off from the outside world. The UA authorities had conducted extensive investigations, but nothing could be found to corroborate Krillin's claims. There were no records of the people or places he had mentioned, and his unique abilities continued to baffle them.

In a dimly lit room, Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada sat across from each other, their faces etched with concern. They had gone through every piece of information available, but the mystery surrounding Krillin remained unsolved.

Aizawa sighed heavily. "We've hit a dead end, Hizashi. There's no concrete evidence to support his story, and we can't keep him in isolation forever."

Hizashi nodded in agreement. "But we can't just release him into the world either, not with the kind of power he displayed during the exam. It's too risky."

After much deliberation, they came to a difficult decision. Aizawa spoke with a heavy heart, "There's only one course of action left. We'll have to offer him a place at UA."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the suggestion. "Are you sure, Shota? He's a complete unknown, and we know nothing about his background or intentions."

Aizawa leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. "I know it's a risk, but it's the only way we can keep an eye on him and ensure that he doesn't pose a threat to society. We'll assign him to Class 1-A, under our watchful eye."

Hizashi nodded slowly, recognizing the gravity of the decision. "Very well, Shota. We'll offer him a place at UA and keep a close eye on him. But we need to be cautious and ready to act if he proves to be a danger."

One morning, Krillin found himself sitting alone in his isolation room, contemplating the strange turn his life had taken. He had spent days with little human contact, and the isolation had taken its toll on his spirits. His thoughts oscillated between longing for home and a growing curiosity about this new world he had been thrust into.

The door to his room creaked open, and two familiar faces entered. Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada stood before him, their expressions serious yet tinged with a hint of sympathy.

"Krillin," Aizawa began, his voice calm but firm, "we've been discussing your situation extensively, and we've come to a decision."

Krillin looked at them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He had been pondering his own fate, unsure of what lay ahead.

Hizashi cleared his throat and offered a reassuring smile. "We've decided to offer you a place at UA High School."

Krillin's eyes widened in surprise. "UA High School? But I thought that was for aspiring heroes. I'm just a martial artist."

Aizawa nodded, acknowledging Krillin's concern. "You're right; UA is primarily for hero training. However, your unique abilities and the power you demonstrated during the exam can't be ignored. We believe that you have the potential to become a hero in this world."

Krillin couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions – gratitude for their offer and uncertainty about what it would entail. "What would I have to do at UA? And will I ever be able to return home?"

Hizashi explained, "You'll be placed in Class 1-A, where you'll receive training alongside other students with extraordinary abilities. We'll keep an eye on you and help you adapt to this world."

Aizawa added, "As for returning home, we'll continue investigating, but for now, we can't provide any answers. This world is your reality, Krillin."

Krillin's shoulders slumped with resignation. He had no choice but to accept their offer, even though it meant leaving behind everything he knew. "Alright, I'll do it. I'll become a hero if that's what it takes."

Hizashi smiled, clearly relieved that Krillin had agreed. "That's the spirit, Krillin! We'll make sure you get the best training UA has to offer."

As Krillin prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges awaited him at UA High School. He had always been a determined and resourceful martial artist, but this world was unlike anything he had ever encountered. With the guidance of Aizawa, Hizashi, and his new classmates, he would need to adapt quickly, facing both the trials of hero training and the ongoing mystery of how he had arrived in this unfamiliar world.

The journey ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear – Krillin was determined to make the most of his newfound opportunity and become a hero, even if it meant leaving behind the world he once knew.

A/N- just a random idea I had and I think it came out good, I think it fits for them to question him and wonder about who he is. Thanks for reading