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Midoriya stared at the roof, his bedroom encased in darkness with the sun having set hours prior. Sleep was eluding him thus far despite being moderately exhausted from his first day of school at U.A. Having ended the day with the lowest overall score in the physical examinations meant that his journey had only just begun. Getting into the prestigious academy had only been the first step to become the greatest but first he had to survive whatever the school would throw at him.

Which also included his classmates.

Kacchan had tried to confront him after he had launched the ball which was only mildly surprising, despite how terrifying the situation was. It was inevitable, at some point Kacchan would confront him and he would need to be prepared for whatever the volatile boy had in store. He just hoped between now and then he would have some sort of way to channel One for All without having to visit Recovery Girl afterwards.

Despite how high of a hurdle it would be to overcome, Kacchan had ranked third overall amongst his peers as opposed to his dismal last place. There were still two students who had managed to score higher.

Todoroki and Emiya.

That wasn't dismissing any of the other students who ranked above him. Each had fought and scrapped their way past hundreds of other applicants to become students at the academy and each had something to give. Now it was up to him to scrape and crawl his way to become a hero alongside his peers.

He knew it was going to be hard. Other children had already had a number of years to hone and develop their skills and to know just what they were capable of. He had little to no experience using One for All and the school schedule didn't give him much time to hone his newfound powers. He needed to train but there was only so much time where All Might could train him one on one and the laws prevented him from learning out in public and the powers of One for All were not appropriate for inside the home.

That unfortunately meant that his trial and error ways of testing what he was capable of would be limited to the school grounds. He needed somebody to train him when All Might couldn't. Someone who had a quirk that wasn't completely different from his own. Thinking of those near the top of the class rankings, there was only one he could think of that had shown abilities that seemed similar. Emiya had utilized nothing but his raw strength, speed and talent to claim the top spot of the class.

That was who he needed to help him become better.

Now he just had to figure out how best to approach him.

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Eighth.

She had ranked Eighth.

She. Momo Yaoyorozu. A student who had gotten in through official recommendations had failed to rank in the top third of her peers.

A child prodigy who had expected to stand atop her classmates had fallen so short of her expectations within the first day. She hadn't even been able to front her parents about it, having had dinner brought to her room that evening, telling the staff that she was unwell and wished to rest.

She sat there, the flicker of a lit candle burning brightly by her side as she read, her expansive knowledge growing ever more as she learned about more things that she could potentially make with her quirk. That was what her quirk was about at the end of the day. Creation. The higher range of items she could make, the stronger as a hero she would be.

She had to redeem herself. Prove that she was worthy of having been recommended to such a prestigious hero school. That would mean confronting the greatest obstacle she had ever come across.

Shirou Emiya.

Even thinking about him caused her to remember those cold, calculating eyes. Eyes that seemed as if hope had been drained from them. Just what had Emiya been through? The words he had spoken after class had haunted her through the rest of the day and made her question just what kind of Hero she wanted to be? It also made her question why she wanted to be a hero in the first place.

Slamming the book shut, Yaoyorozu purged those thoughts from her mind. Tomorrow was another day to prove herself amongst her peers and as she blew out the candle, she knew just who she had to impress most of all.

She would impress him.

She had to.

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"I'm...coming through the door like a normal person!" announced All Might as he walked into the classroom. Emiya was, so far, not impressed. Sure this was only the first time he had seen the hero and it wasn't in action. Apparently though he was the top hero, his kidnappers apparently wishing to kill this hero alone. He could understand their reasoning. If you want to make the biggest of splashes you took down the biggest out there. Simple.

He knew that you couldn't simply judge the professional hero just on looks alone, even if he did paint a mildly intimidating picture despite that cheesy smile seemingly plastered on his face. He doubted All Might had the ability to compete with any of the heroes he had confronted in the past but still he wouldn't pass judgement until he had seen just what the man could do.

"Hero Basic Training! The class that will put you through all sorts of special training to mold you into heroes! No time to dally! Today's activity is this! Battle training!" declared All Might, each sentence seemingly roaring with power.

While a majority of the students suddenly got excited for their afternoon classes, Shirou couldn't help but wonder what kind of conditions those around him would be exposed to. Being a first class, he imagined that it would be something simple for them to show off in front of their peers. The athletic testing the previous day might have shown off what they were capable of in a very specific scenario. Battle was a completely different game with unpredictable situations that those participating had to adapt to constantly.

Shirou couldn't help but wonder how many of those sitting in the class with him right now would deal with some of the simpler situations he had encountered. Unfortunately, he didn't think many of them would make it on a true battlefield.

"In accordance with the 'Quirk Registry' and the special request forms you filled out before being admitted..."

"COSTUMES!" shouted a multitude of the students.

"After you change, come out in ranking order to Ground Beta!" instructed All Might as the costumes were handed out. "Looking good is very important ladies and gentlemen!"

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All Might smiled as he always did whilst he waited for the first student to arrive. He hadn't been kidding when he had said that looking good was important. Not so much for the heroes themselves, but rather for the community who watched them. The people needed to recognize the hero before them to feel a sense of comfort despite how horrifying the situation might be. A costume was a symbol, a symbol that informed those in need that they would be rescued.

Turning his head slightly, All Might could see the silhouette of the first trainee approaching. There was a reason why students were made to come out in the order they ranked in during their test the previous day. It was so that those behind them could see their goal, to see the objective in front of them and know that the next person stronger than them was only fingertips away. It kept the competitive spirit alive, even when ranking professionally. Nobody truly wished to be seen as if they were lower than the previous year, fear that their prime was behind them had a terrifying way of spurring one onwards again.

He was sure that many in Class 1-A wished to claim the number one position off of this student. The villain who was strongarmed into becoming a hero in training, someone who had already shown that they could handle what the real world was capable of dishing out. It would seem though that he had chosen to go something rather simplistic with his heroic attire. In fact, many would struggle to call it the costume of a hero in the first place though it wouldn't necessarily be something that somebody would associate with a villain either.

The outfit spoke of solitude, isolation almost. It consisted mostly of a form fitting black mesh suit, perhaps something akin to body armour which covered his torso yet left his arms open though his hands were protected by fingerless gloves (All Might assumed was made from the same protective material). The only colour on the top half of his attire was dull silver, the contrasting colour lined perfectly with Shirou's muscle structure. As for the legs, they were covered in casual black trousers which had plating protecting the ligaments. On his feet were black shoes which seemed to have metal plating protecting his toes.

There was one thing which made All Might know that this entire ensemble wasn't crafted by any of the regular support companies affiliated with the school. That was the cape that he wore. It might have been white when it had first been created but it seemed as if decades of dust, debris and blood had soaked into the fabric. The ends were frayed and torn, more than a single hole was present. All Might could tell however that it was more than a simple clothing choice, one which nearly nobody would make. Nearly every hero had a vast number of outfits, each one perhaps only mildly different to the point where it was almost difficult to notice that they weren't identical. Each one however would be fresh, clean and if there was one which became damaged then it would be replaced.

That cape would never be taken away from him.

Each one of those tears, each smudge of dirt, they were reminders. All Might still wasn't sure the entirety of the student's background, nobody really did but it was clear that cape had been through a lot, none of it pretty.

This simply was another question in the puzzle that was Shirou Emiya.

As the rest of the students walked out, each in their own individual and specialized costumes, All Might waited patiently for the last to arrive. His own pupil in Midoriya was last in his modified green jumpsuit and All Might wondered how the student would step up to the plate today, especially with the pressure this next test would bring. Originally he had planned multiple two versus two scenarios with the competitors drawn at random. That however, had now changed.

"Heroes in training!" All Might bellowed, his voice silencing the murmurs between students. "Villain battles are most commonly seen outdoors, but, statistically, the most heinous villains are more likely to appear indoors. Between confinement, house arrest and black market deals in this hero-filled society of ours, the cleverest villains out there, lurk indoors. Practical experiences are the best way to learn the basics. Hence, we will be conducting team battles."

"Will we be selecting our own teammates?" asked Iida, raising his hand as if he were still in grade school.

"Your teammates have already been selected for you," declared All Might. "Using the rankings obtained in yesterday's exercises, we have come up with appropriate teams."

"Team A will consist of Asui, Ashido, Shoji and Todoroki."

"Team B will consist of Aoyama, Uraraka, Ojiro and Bakugo."

"Team C will consist of Sero, Koda, Kirishima and Iida."

"Team D will consist of Kaminari, Sato, Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami."

"Team E will consist of Emiya, Jiro, Hagakure, Mineta and Midoriya."

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To say that All Might's introduction of the teams was bland was putting it nicely. It was clear to Shirou that the professional hero was still getting used to his role as a teacher. What was clear however was the placement of the teams, or more specifically his team.

He had been placed with the four students who had scored the lowest in the practical while the other students had been spaced out evenly. Considering this were team battles, it was a deliberate handicap.

"Take a moment to know your teammates, learn what they are capable of before the practical begins!" All Might instructed.

It took only a handful of seconds for the groups to split up, the four students who Shirou would be working with huddled together as he approached them. He didn't blame them, none of them had interacted with him and he was well known as the former villain. While all the other groups had already begun speaking with one another, those who would be working with would had yet to say a word. Seemed it would be up to him to start it off.

"Alright, so..."

"I've been waiting so long to actually meet you!" squealed Hagakure, the invisible girl moving her hands frantically up and down. "I watched the video of you so many times then when I saw you in our class I wanted to go up and meet you face to face, but I froze and then I just couldn't because it would have been awkward and I feel as if I'm making a fool of myself."

Shirou found himself momentarily at a loss for words, blinking several times as he tried to clarify his thoughts. It also didn't help that the girl who had just confessed that she was a fan of his had a hero costume that visibly consisted of a pair of gloves and boots. Somehow, he didn't believe that the rest of her attire was made of an invisible material.

"It's okay," said Shirou sheepishly, not quite sure how he should. "So, what is everybody capable of?"

"I'm invisible, so I'm really good at sneaking around and catching people off guard," announced Hagakure, more than eager to answer Shirou's question.

"Good to know," said Shirou, giving her a somewhat awkward thumbs up for her enthusiasm.

"My quirk is a double edged sword," said Midoriya, his fist clenching as he looked at the ground. "I have incredible strength but my body is unable to handle the recoil. I can't control my output so I end up injuring myself to the point where I can't fight anymore."

Shirou nodded his head in understanding. It sounded as if Midoriya's quirk was one that was impossible to train in a safe manner. The only real way to get better with it was through trial and error until he could gain some kind of control. Unfortunately that could mean a lot of broken bones and torn muscles before trying to remember how to work through a single punch only for it to backfire again.

Mineta pulled one of the purple balls off his head and held it in his hand. "These balls are incredibly sticky," said Mineta, Shirou trying to block out how wrong that sentence sounded. "A new one will grow in its place, but if I tear off too many too quickly it will start to bleed. My costume and I are the only things that it won't stick to."

"My jacks can be used as whips but if I am able to plug them into a target I can channel my heartbeat through them to create a shockwave," declared Jiro, her arms crossed over her chest. "What about you, we all saw you fight but what is your actual quirk?"

Shirou allowed a claymore to appear in his hand before he drove it into the ground, the noise silencing all of the other groups. "My abilities allow me to craft weapons, though nothing modern. The weapons also have to be one's that I have seen in the past, I can't create an original sword. They do not last forever however and will eventually vanish on their own or when I will it," said Shirou, the claymore evaporating into blue glimmers of light. It was a very basic version that the people around him would understand and take at face value. They likely would never be able to comprehend the true abilities he possessed even if he was to tell them, not that he ever would.

"Wait, so how did you be in the top percentile of every one of the physical tests if you can only create weapons?" asked Midoriya. "Weapon creation wouldn't have anything to do with increased physical strength or stamina."

"When everybody has quirks that make them unique, they tend to forget that the human body is able to reach incredible heights through rigorous training," stated Shirou. "The greatest of heroes are able to come through every situation, without having to rely on the things that make them special." His spiel said, Shirou ignored the looks that the other students sent his way and focused on All Might. The professional hero turned teacher was still smiling at him but it was almost strained, the man clearly deep in thought.

"Well...students, now that you have a general grasp of what your teammates are capable of, it's time for you to learn what the task is," announced All Might, garnering all attention back on him as he held up a pair of handcuffs. "It will be team versus team where the objective is for each group to capture members of the opposing team. Every one of you will have a single pair of these handcuffs to use, once the handcuffs are on that student is eliminated for the rest of the exercise. That's not all, each team will also nominate a single student to be their VIP that they will inform me of. If the enemy team captures the VIP, then that entire team is eliminated and the other team will be announced victorious."

"Now, the Team that will be defending first will be Team E, who will start the exercise inside and play the role of the villains, their VIP being their heinous mastermind."

"The team of heroes who will be storming the stronghold will be Team D, who will approach ten minutes after Team E has entered the facility."

"Now, let's begin!"

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