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The days leading up to the exams went by like a blur; even the written test itself seemed to happen far quicker than possible. It may very well have been because all members of 1-A were preparing themselves for the physical part of the exam where they truly had the chance to shine.
They had heard from their peers in 1-B that the fight was meant to be just against the same robots that had been in both the entrance exam and the Sports Festival. When they were informed however that the plans had changed and now they would be taking on the members of the teaching body, none of them reacted surprised at the announcement. While it was mildly unnerving to see none of them react as they were told who they would be fighting against, they took it at face value. It seemed as if the students were telling them that they were unafraid of the obstacles in front of them, regardless of how difficult the challenge was.
The teaching staff thought they knew what they were getting into with these exams. On paper it was fairly simple. They were professional heroes, with years of experience under their belt protecting cities and people from harm. Their opposition, first year students who were skilled but were yet to truly experience what the real world had to offer.
Of course, the faculty neglected to include one very important piece of information which should have been crucial to tactics and planning against the students of 1-A. That fact was that they weren't the only ones teaching the students.
They were the students of Shirou Emiya.
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Aizawa sat perched atop the electricity pole, surveying the surroundings. To his back was the exit which both Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were tasked with reaching. It was either that or try and apprehend him with the cuffs that they had at their disposal. Having been their homeroom teacher thus far, he was more certain than not that they would try to sneak their way past. Considering the vast number of side streets and alleyways at their disposal, he knew that he had to be vigilant so that they didn't sneak past him.
Of course when the giant ice pillar appeared right in front of him, he was more than a little shocked and confused at the sudden reveal. The bout had started only a handful of seconds prior, why would they show their location when they still had so much time at their disposal.
It became somewhat evident when he saw someone atop the pillar, wearing a backpack of sorts that they didn't enter the arena in. They also didn't enter the battlefield with what looked like a high powered assault rifle.
As Yaoyorozu looked through a pair of binoculars, scanning the area around them. Aizawa had to say that he was moderately impressed. He had thought that the two of them would take a far more conservative tactic. This was completely unprecedented and a somewhat welcome change.
As Yaoyorozu dropped the binoculars and raised the assault rifle to shoulder height, Aizawa quickly dropped to the streets below as bullets started pelting the area around where he had been. This was definitely going to go differently than he had first imagined.
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To say that Thirteen was someone who thrived under pressure was understandable, she was a hero who specialized in emergency situations and recovery efforts. Being able to handle severe amounts of stress was critical when rescuing those unable to rescue themselves.
The students in front of her knew her quirk and how it could render everything sucked into nothing. Such was the utter strength of Black Hole.
So when Aoyama and Uraraka charged head first at her, despite all of the stress that working in emergency situations put her in, she did the one thing which undid any chance of her being successful in this encounter. She panicked.
"Wait, wait, wait!" she shouted, taking a couple of nervous steps backwards. "You know what my quirk can do! Why are you running at me?"
"Even if you're acting the villain," said Aoyama, a dazzling smile plastered across his face, "I know that you won't use your quirk on another person."
Thirteen was mildly glad that her costume covered her face, not wanting to show the shock that she was currently experiencing. It was a long, long time since she ever had to even consider battling someone in hand to hand combat. With the knowledge that Uraraka had recently had been interning under Gun Head who was a close combat specialist, Thirteen didn't particularly like her chances.
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All across the campus, the faculty members found themselves in compromising positions as the students took the initiative, competing in ways that the staff hadn't expected. In a majority of cases, capturing the staff off guard was what helped many students on their way to victory.
Two by two, student pairings successfully overcame the obstacles laid out in front of them. Yet as time drew closer and closer to an end, it was almost inevitable that one of the groups would be unsuccessful in their endeavour.
While many would have hedged their initial belief that if any team would be unsuccessful against the teachers than the team of Bakugo and Midoriya would fail against the strength of All Might. Despite the impossible odds, those two managed to overcome the task set before them, accomplishing something astounding against the mightiest of adversaries.
As the final siren sounded, it was the pair that had been pitted against the smallest of opponents that failed the exam set before them. Ashido and Kaminari had found the intellect of U.A's headmaster too much to overcome, Nezu being able to render them trapped with the use of a crane and the toys at his disposal.
Now though, the members of 1-A were silent, being led by the various members of the teaching body whom they'd just battled with. While none of them outright said anything, they knew that not all of them had taken their final exam yet. There was still one more fight left to happen.
Now, the class of 1-A could truly see just how strong Shirou Emiya was.
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In hindsight, it had almost been inevitable that this day would come.
Taking a glance to the sides, Shirou had little doubt that there were some manner of cameras broadcasting the event to numerous people. The faculty members had likely made themselves comfortable after the battles with the other students and were possibly more than a little happy to watch the upcoming conflict. Shirou also had the strangest feeling that they weren't the only ones who were watching.
"The rest of 1-A is watching this, aren't they," he said, breaking the silence as he did so as he continued to survey the area. It looked as if the area they were in was originally designed for some sort of rescue operation training with damaged buildings surrounding him on all sides for as far as he could see.
"Not only they, but Vlad King's class is watching this spectacle," declared All Might.
"You calling this a 'spectacle' tells me that you aren't taking this seriously," said Shirou, putting his hands on his hips. Gazing at the number one hero, Shirou was able to see that Midoriya and Bakugo had already put him through some manner of punishment. A little feeling of pride swelled up inside him.
"Trust me young Shirou, there are very few situations where I am permitted to go all out," said All Might, posing as a light breeze made his cape billow behind him.
Shirou glared at the number one hero in front of him for a handful of seconds before turning his attention to where he felt a camera would likely have been placed. "If the audience is watching this, then I'm going to make the assumption that they are also listening in to what we are saying."
"What makes you think so?" asked All Might, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"So that after I defeat you, the people watching believe that you were holding back," said Shirou, a wry smile spreading across his face.
While the smile remained on All Might's face it did waver for the smallest of moments, informing Shirou that his speculation likely had been right on the money.
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"Are all you students from 1-A so full of yourselves?" questioned Monoma loudly from across the room where he and the other members of 1-B were gathered. The members of 1-A had paid minimal attention to the ramblings of the loud mouthed teenager who seemed to try to antagonize them with every word he said. "To claim to even be capable of competing against All Might is downright blasphemous! It is as if he is saying he has the power to tackle God himself!"
Understandably, a number of his peers took a little bit of a step away from him at his poor choice of words. Tetsutetsu leaned in towards Kendo, whispering in her ear. "I think you need to shut Monoma up before Shiozaki kills him."
"What, um, oh yeah," said Kendo as if snapping out of a stupor before moving towards the student in question, hitting him across the back of the neck and bringing his ramblings to an abrupt end. "There we go," she said as she placed the unconscious form of Monoma on the ground.
"You seem a bit out of it, normally you'd have stopped him well before he got to that stage," said Tetsutetsu, glad for the silence that came with his fellow student being rendered unable to speak.
"Guess I'm just focused on this," she said, indicating the monitor in front of them.
"You don't think he's got a chance do you?" asked Tetsutetsu. "I mean, we saw him win the sports festival but facing All Might is something entirely different."
"Look at them," said Kendo, shifting her gaze to where the students of 1-A were standing.
"What about them?"
"You see how much they're focused on what's about to happen?"
"Yeah," said Tetsutetsu as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "They're worried that their classmate is going to end up in hospital."
"That's not it," replied Kendo.
"Then what is it then? Are you saying that they think that he stands a chance do you?"
The silence that followed was all the answer he needed.
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Shirou allowed Kanshou and Bakuya to form in his hands, holding them to the side to show that he was ready for the battle to commence.
Commence it did.
To say that All Might crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye would be an understatement. The number one hero's fist collided with the flat of the projected noble phantasms which Shirou had brought up to protect his face. The force from the blow however was enough to send the teenager flying backwards, crashing into the wall of the building behind him.
Before All Might followed up on the attack, Shirou projected dozens of swords and blades of all shapes and sizes around him, shooting them forward at devastating speeds. All Might stood his ground as the projectiles rocketed towards him, only to wave his hand across his body at a supersonic speed. The air pressure created sent all the weapons heading his way to veer violently off target and embed themselves in the surroundings moments before they dissipated into nothing.
All Might sensed though that the attack was not yet over, turning his head upwards to spot the rain of blades plummeting towards him. The first few landed in front of him and he took fast hop steps backwards as the ground he had been standing on continued to be pierced an instant after he had stepped away.
As the vertical onslaught came to an end, All Might turned his attention fully on to the boy in front of him whose ornate swords had vanished, only to be replaced by a black bow, an arrow already notched and drawn. For a moment, All Might wondered what Shirou had planned considering he had been able to deviate the path of projectiles from a much closer range. From this distance it would only make it easier for him.
Or at least it theoretically would have, had the arrow not broken the speed barrier several times over.
Shirou allowed his bow to dissipate as the weapon he had let loose exploded in the distance, a vast number of buildings destroyed in an instant from the blast. All Might still remained there, having swayed to the side at the last possible moment having not expected the weapon to fly through the air as fast as it had.
As All Might turned to face him once more, the smile that seemed permanently fixated on his face was gone, replaced with his lips pressed in concern as a trickle of blood ran down his cheek. His hand raised up to rub at his cheek, almost surprised to see the blood imprinted on the back of his fist.
Shirou moved, reinforcing his legs as he bolted off the side down the street adjacent to him at blistering speeds. It didn't take long for All Might to give chase, knowing that the larger the distance between the two of them the greater advantage Shirou had.
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"What. The. Hell!"
"How is that possible?"
"There's no way!"
"How does an arrow blow up a building!"
These were a few of the phrases currently being thrown about by members of class 1-B, many of them unable to comprehend what it was they were witnessing. While they were being very vocal about the level of monstrosity being displayed, the members of the faculty were silent on the matter. That by no means though that they weren't thinking very similar thoughts.
Across the other side of the room though 1-A remained silent regarding questioning the reality of what was happening. If the other people in the room listened carefully they could hear faint murmurings between them. Instead of discussing different levels of disbelief, they were whispering tactics; how either competitor needed to go about in order to gain the proper advantage over the other.
Principal Nezu was one such individual listening in on what the members of 1-A were discussing. It was understandable that their mindset was different from their peers considering the fact that after every school day came to an end they participated in the strict training that Shirou held.
He could not help but be a little unnerved however as Yaoyorozu, one of the children accepted into U.A through recommendation, casually bring up the idea of 'psychological warfare' and the notion of 'whatever it takes.' Perhaps he needed to pay a bit more extra attention to the extracurricular activities that 1-A was partaking under Shirou's guidance.
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The wall Shirou had been leaning against burst open, debris exploding in all directions before he felt the giant hand of All Might clasp around his head. There was no way to prevent himself from being tossed violently through the street, his body bouncing off the ground several times before skidding even further. Before he came to a stop he was able to push himself up, avoiding the fist that buried itself into the ground where he had been. Trying to counter, his arm came up, a sword projecting into his hand as he did so. Instead of avoiding the strike, All Might reached forward and grabbed Shirou's forearm, the tip of the blade mere inches away from having pierced his flesh.
With little time to react, Shirou felt his body get hoisted off the ground and above All Might, careening towards the ground at fierce speeds. Despite his predicament, a dagger formed in his spare hand which he thrust forward, piercing All Might's leg before he crashed into the ground, the very surface cracking beneath his body.
As blood spurted forth from his mouth, All Might staggered back in pain. The number one hero gripped the dagger that was embedded in his leg before pulling it out, blood openly flowing from the wound created.
"How long have we been fighting?" Shirou asked as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I believe there's still ninety seconds remaining," declared All Might, standing upright over the teenager on the ground.
"All right then," said Shirou as he rolled on to his stomach before pushing himself to his hands and knees, his body aching all the while.
"I take it this means you wish to continue," stated All Might as Shirou got to his feet. "Before we do however, I must ask something. Despite all the pain you must be in right now, why are you smiling?"
"Simple," said Shirou as he lifted his head to look All Might in the eyes. "I'm having fun."
A couple of seconds ticked by before All Might responded with words which mildly surprised Shirou. "So am I."
All Might sprung forward in an attempt to catch Shirou in a lariat. He skidded by however, his attack missing it's mark as Shirou ducked beneath the strike. Reacting on gut instinct, he twisted back and with an arc of his arm, sending the weapons that had been heading his way in all manner of directions. Several returned towards where Shirou was standing but despite the speed, he was able to remove them from existence before they provided an issue.
Shirou watched as All Might prepared to charge at him once more and channeled as much mana as he could to summon forth Berserker's weapon a mere instant before the punch connected with him. The temple pillar turned weapon withstood the strength of All Might's punch, Shirou skidding back slightly through the force of the blow. His grip on the handle remained strong however, allowing him to arc the weapon around in an attempt to cleave at All Might from above.
All Might barely managed to shuffle back enough as the oversized weapon crashed into the ground with enough force that three walls from nearby buildings collapsed under the pressure. With such a cumbersome weapon however, All Might knew that he had the speed advantage. He tried to rush in only for the wound in his leg to hinder him, slowing him down a fraction. Given the speed that the battle had been conducted under, a mere fraction was a lot.
Shirou reacted, swinging Berserker's weapon in a wide arc and connecting with All Might's upper ribs. The professional hero stepped with the blow, wrapping his arm around the giant weapon as he did so as the jagged edge cut lightly into his side. Shirou was taken slightly off guard as All Might began to spin on the spot, finding himself being flung around wildly before his grip faltered and he was sent flying.
Shirou's flight came to an abrupt halt as his leg collided with a steel girder with a sickening crunch before he crashed to the floor. "Shirou!" shouted All Might as he moved forward to help the clearly injured teenager. He was forced back however as several blades pierced the ground in front of him.
That single act made him stand his ground momentarily in sheer shock that despite the fact that Shirou's leg should never naturally bend at such an angle, he was still willing to fight. To go beyond what should have been possible.
"TIME!" shouted a voice over the intercom system, signalling an end to the match. The swords blocking his path vanished into nothing and All Might moved forward once more in order to assist the fallen student who was in the process of pushing himself into a seated position.
"Easy now, I've got you," said All Might as he hoisted Shirou's body into his arms and began moving towards Recovery Girl's office, grunting every time he put excess pressure on the wound in his leg. Shirou wouldn't be the only one likely to get a scolding from the resident nurse.
All Might also couldn't tell whether he should be worried or not that despite what was likely agonizing pain coursing through Shirou's body, the smile he had earlier still remained on his face.
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The students of 1-B were still struggling to pick their jaws off the floor minutes after the match had come to an end. They hadn't been shuffled out of the room yet as their homeroom teacher was also struggling to come to grips with what he had just witnessed.
It was Monoma, coming back into consciousness that broke the silence. "What happened?" he asked as he slowly got to his feet.
"What happened? What happened!" shouted Tetsutetsu as he found his voice. "We just watched a first year student go toe to toe with All Might for five whole minutes! That's what happened!"
As Monoma struggled to comprehend what he was hearing, the students of 1-A were starting to make their way out the room. "And just where do you guys think you are going?" Monoma asked of the students from 1-A.
"Schools finished for the day," answered Jiro, her hands in her pockets as they stepped out the room one by one.
"Ah, so you're going home then," said Monoma, unable to craft some sort of biased comment to come up with to counter that.
"Nah, we're heading to the gym," said Kirishima boldly.
"The gym?" repeated Tetsutetsu, wondering what his internship partner meant by that.
"For Shirou's training sessions," said Ashido, flashing a bubbly smile towards the other class before she stepped out.
"Hate to ummm... burst bubble," said Pony slowly as she tried to find the right words to say. "But Shirou will be not coming from injuries."
"Maybe," said Midoriya, pausing as the rest of the 1-A exited the room. "That doesn't mean that his lessons end and after watching that, I think we'd be doing him a dishonour if we didn't go."
"Hurry up Deku so I can bash your face in!" shouted Bakugo from outside the room.
"Ah! Coming!" replied Midoriya as he rushed out the room to reunite with the rest of his class.
The students of 1-B however stood there in shock. Each and every student had been through their exams today and had suffered some sort of injury at the hands of the teachers. Even with their injuries however they were more than willing to go hurt themselves further in whatever hellish training sessions Shirou held.
"Someone should go supervise them," said Aizawa.
"You're not going to do it?" Nezu asked of him.
"I've got somewhere else to be," he said before stepping out the room.
"I'll go and make sure they don't hurt themselves too much," said Midnight as she made her way out and towards the gymnasium.
Surprisingly, it was Kendo who moved next, moving away from the rest of her peers. "Don't tell me you're going to the gym as well," said Monoma.
"I am," responded Kendo from the doorway. "I just saw someone our age go toe to toe with the best hero there is when I know I wouldn't last a second. 1-A is actively taking time to get stronger and the gap between us will only widen as a result. Why would I not want to go?"
As Kendo left, there was awkward silence before Tetsutetsu moved forward. "Wait for me!" he shouted as he essentially ran out the room. His actions triggered a chain reaction as nearly all of the members of 1-B gave chase, Kendo's words inspiring them to move forward regardless of the pain they were in.
Eventually the last student remaining was Monoma, the student who had been unconscious for the entirety of the fight still confused by what had just happened. If it was true that a student of 1-A had been capable of going against All Might for five minutes, then he could only think of one thing.
He wanted to know how powerful that quirk was first hand. He needed to copy Shirou's quirk.
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