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"quoted or custom name of something"
(-Hunt Or Be Hunted-) Time skip or change of prespective
Chapter 7 : The best Advisor: Experience
I wasn't in a good mood by now, but when looking at it from the other side, when is a time when I am in a good mood? Probably when taking a nap or when feeding my cats. Yes, that is what a good mood is called. So here I am, standing on the tallest building in my patrolling area, seeking nuisances. And with my cursed luck, I actually found one. I tightened my scarf, which was dangling from my neck. What is probably the worst is that I cannot deal with this one like the others. I can't simply beat the shit out of the offending side or capture them with my capture weapon. This time it was different because somebody actually thought they would do a better job than me.
-Damn you, problem child. Why are you doing this?- I murmured to myself after assessing the situation before my eyes. I saw four thugs ganging up on one teenager, a situation I could easily handle. However, there was a problem. Just as I was about to react, the certain problem child couldn't stand and let me do my job. I knew it just by the glint in their emerald eyes that they were about to do something stupid and rush. Then, the problem child sprang into action and ran towards the fire escape. I knew that he would start fighting before I arrived in time to stop him.
-How many times do I have to save bystanders from their stupidity... wait, I know that move...- I said as my eyes widened. This is my signature move, but the boy actually used his hoodie, which he tangled around the fire escape and flung in the air. He landed on the rooftop with the grace of a cat. Almost unknowingly to me, my lips stretched into a smile. Maybe this is about to get interesting.
I observed how the situation escalated below and the reaction the kid had. He was hanging from the edge of the rooftop in a very familiar position, but he couldn't place where he last saw it. He almost imagined a katana and countless knives strapped to the broccoli-haired figure. Does this kid? No, way. The kid leaned closer and prepared to spring into action. I counted in my mind the many ways he could do this. At this point, I couldn't do anything more but just watch. But still, if something were to go wrong, I would interfere. That is the moment I saw the glowing hand of a thug, and a thought struck me. How, for the love of God, is this guy not in prison? I recognized him as one of those I personally delivered to justice.
Maybe Nezu's theories of goverment releasing wanted criminals for fame were right, but if that would be truth, oh god...
I watched as a kid landed in the trash, creating a cloud of dust. Everyone turned their attention to him, and the purple-haired hostage took it as a clue to surprise the villains. These villains are no longer simple thugs, but are classified as villains by law due to their use of quirks. I prepared my scarf and jumped between the rooftops, landing on the one that ended the alley in a dead end. I only had time to see the kid run up to the villain using villain's quirk-created meat chains and hit one of them, causing him to fall like a bunch of bricks. I winced in sympathy, not because I pity him, but because I heard that crunch. However, it seems that it wasn't enough to make the villain lose consciousness. For a moment, the kid had a feral smile on his face and a brass knuckles glinted in the light as he took a stance. This kid is like a Pokémon, envisioning a rule that heroes are not one-trick ponies. However, he is still a damn copycat. A good one at that.
With a feral grin, he reached for the short villain's hands, ripping them out of their sockets. Normally, the scene would be gruesome, but from the perspective of Guy's quirk, nothing happened that would be very wrong, and the hands detached with meaty chains. Then, he spun the short villain around for a little while and threw him into the twin mohawk villains, making them fall down like a bunch of bowling pins, which made me snort in amusement.
As the villains were lying on the ground and the last of them prepared to make a last stand, I took this as my cue to make my entrance. Now that the fight is over, I can join in. I didn't want the kid to accidentally attack me, because if I were to enter just like that, the kid might attract more trouble to himself and I would need to make a report. And I hate reports.
I landed gracefully, stomping the last villain to the ground and activated my quirk, looking at the kid who stared at me with his mouth agape and wide eyes like saucers. For a while, I just stared, but then I blinked away my dry eye. Damn it, and this damn condition. I realized that the kid wasn't going to say a word or move, so it's up to me to say something.
-And you just gave me another unpleasant evening problem child. Do you know that using your quirk without license is punishable by law severly? Do you seriously want a vigilante charge on your rec...- Before I could fall into a rant that I seriously didn't wanted to tell, because I want to sleep already, the kid jumped up and started muttering some inteligable things.
-Problem child?- I asked him with rising my eyebrow.
-OMGOMGYOUAREERASERHEAD!IAMSUCHAHUGEFAN!HOWDOESYOURQUIRKWORK?AREYOUGIVINGAUTOGRAPHS?!DOYOULIKECATS?! YOULOOKLIKEACATPERSONANYWAYYOURHAIRFLOATSDOESITHASTODOWITHYOURQUIRKFUNCTIONING?!OH!OH!YOURSCARFFLOATSASWELL!?YOUAREMYFAVORITEHERO!-
And that was going on like hours, this kid is honestly worse than Hizashi and Nemuri combined. Just from hearing him my head feels like it is about to explode, purple kid just stared at us both like we are out of our mind, well one of us is. This kid just literaly got a fangasm.
-EKHEM!- I said trying to get the discussion back on track and kid stopped jumping around and saying unrecognizable things for a while, good a success.
-OMG! ITS ERASERHEAD!- The kid exclaimed, wow he actually recognizes me, not even some daylight heros can, then kids expression soured like he was hit with a cold bucket of water.- Oh fuck its Eraserhead...-
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Just in the middle of my superhero mumbling I came to a realization, that first I just beaten down a bunch of villains effortlessly, second I rescued someone from a villain in a limelight districts, third Eraserhead saw me do it.
-Oh-
-Oh, indeed problem child, I guess you do not have a hero license do you?- He asked and his tone dry as Stain's is. -Of course you don't, how about we get out of this alley and we are going to have a talk?-
After that, everything came down quickly. The police arrived, and Eraserhead talked to them. But strangely, nobody came to arrest him or talk to him. He saw how the purple-haired guy talked with Eraserhead, and they nodded to each other and then left. Are they familiar with each other? Or... is he his son?! It could be. They are rather similar in many things, like posture or facial expressions... Oh, this guy is coming towards me.
-Thank you.- He says and my mind wents blank for a second but I quickly recover. - For saving my life. My name is Shinso, Shinso Hitoshi-
-My name is Izuku Midoriya and..t here is no need to thank me, I did what I had to do, besides my legs moved on my own and I couldn't stop myself.- Izuku says hanging his head low.
-And that is why you are not in trouble, kid.- said Eraserhead, materializing into existence before him. His steps were completely silent, cool. - Take it as a warning, problem child. Next time, I won't be this understanding, so give it up, kid, and we'll probably see each other in a month.- Eraserhead said in a knowing tone. Izuku's mouth hung agape.
-Just like that?- he asks disbelievingly. He thought his life was ruined, and his mom was going to murder him with a frying pan, or a knuckleduster... wait, he would actually approve of it. And Popstep would definitely cave his skull in with her baseball bat if she caught even a glimpse of it. He didn't know at that time, but brown eyes were looking at him from the shadows, observing him with a baseball bat at the ready. He unintentionally shivered. Was he in danger? Anyway, how could this have happened?
-Just like that kid, but I wanted to ask you who taught you that swing over there, I'am sure I am the only one user of that technique.-Eraserhead says and saying a puzzled expression on kid's face he quickly adds.-... mainly becuase I invented it.-
-Ah, yes my sensei called it Aizawa's special so I guess you...- He doesn't finish that sentence because he suddenly has face full of scarf.
-I suggest you to not finish that sentence.- He says in more tired tone and looks suggestivly at the purple haired kid that jumps a little and scurries away like kid that did something and adult watched them do it. Eraser head grabs bridge of his nose and sighs long suffering sigh. - I' am going to murder you Iwao...-
-What?- Izuku asks confused and man sits beside him on the crosswalk after freeing him from the scarf.
-Nothing-
- Um... Eraserhead?- He looks at Izuku with tired eyes.- What do you mean we see eachother in a month?-
-Do you want to be a hero, brat?- asks Eraserhead, and Izuku nods rapidly in astonishment. -Then you have your answer. I will be there to watch you. By the way, you're not the only one without a combat-related quirk who wants to be a hero, so get ready. The competition will be tough, and I don't want to see you anywhere in this town. I've seen how you move, carefree yet trained and experienced. This is not your territory, kid. Go talk to your ring leader, and he will explain things to you.-
-But I'am not in a vigilante ring.- Says Izuku is confused and a little saddened at the mention of quirks since he doesn't have one and Eraserhead just snorts.
-No, in truth you are, no matter how Iwao wants to name it, besides if you see him tell him I want to meet him at the usual place, it has to do with the big job he was talking about.- Eraserhead says while looking at the police that wrapped up the crime scene and were already packing to the police cars.
-I will tell him but... he is not at the place very often since HPSC is on his back, and by the way why do you work with him? I thought pro heros and vigilantes avoid eachother like a plague? You know since that hunt that was called for all vigilantes and establishment of Hunter Heros Department...- Izuku says watching Eraserhead closely.
-I'm not with Witch Kid, no matter what they say to you in the media. The hero world is not as one-sided as you think. There are those who want to change things, but we cannot do it without help from the outside. We are aware of the corruption in the hero world, but we want to change it the legal way, the right way. And if Iwao asks for proof that it was actually me, tell him I haven't forgiven him for a broken jaw. He would know what I mean. And stay safe. You were very lucky to meet Rat God Follower. You could have easily fallen into the clutches of Endeawhores or Witch pawns, or this new party Hearts and Mind, or some other thing. This time, you came out of it in one piece.- says Eraserhead, getting up and leaving a stunned Izuku who has just learned about the world behind the great wall.
-And who knows, maybe one day we get that help that we need. For now problem child I have to go.- And with that bomb shell dropped on Izuku he leaves.
-I really need to talk to Knuckleduster about how streets work on the brighter side of the fence.- Izuku murmored and got up and left.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
-Damn it!- Izuku slams his fist on the table. -I didn't even ask him for an autograph!- He whined while Mei was fussing around his gear and how it is unbecoming of a future pro hero to treat her babies like that. He may or may not have accidentally run into a wall while trying to perform the Ingenium jump without elbow engines. He was fine thanks to the complicated armor Mei made for them, but still, he needs to learn tic-tacing faster if he ever wants to beat Stain in a race.
His training ramped up mainly because it is getting close to the entrance exams for the hero course. He already filled the application for the hero course. And now the time is running short as ever. - By the way, is the big boss on the phone? I need him right now, and not on the chat. We need a secure line for the stuff I am about to discuss. - Says Izuku in a conspiratorial tone and next to him appears a lurker with a flip phone in one of his curious arms. - Thanks, Lurker - He didn't ask him how he just appeared out of nowhere. Honestly, at this point, he gave up trying to figure out how he is able to sneak up on him.
Beep Beep Beep..
-Hello? Who is that, how did you get that number?- Ask a gruff voice threatingly.
-It is me sensei- He says and almost feels through phone how his sensei deflates at his voice.
-Password.-
-Nocoffeformei-
-Good, what do you wanted to talk about short stuff? I'm busy right now and popstep doesn't stop whining about those viruses I promised her.-
-I've meet Eraserhead and he told me he wants to talk to you about big job and the meeting place is the same as always. Care to tell me what are you both up to?-
Heavy sigh could be heard from another end of the call and knuckleduster probably was rubbing his temples.- No, I cannot but I'am sure you figured it out already, what's more you wanted to talk about?-
-Purgethefakes.-
-Ah yes, PTF is again witch Stitch, probably after some days pass their fight will leak out to the public, but we are going to do it anyways before them. This time he was close to put a scratch on him actually, but still he looks like a fossil with his face burned off.- Knuckleduster casually mentions.
-What? Is he going to be okay?!-
-Of course he is okay, he is a goddamn hero killer, mind you. Still, Stitch's quirk will take care of that in no time, so he will probably visit you in a couple of days... or now.- Says Knuckleduster. Just when he ends, the doors of the warehouse make a metallic clang, and nobody else but the hero killer enters the warehouse. He looks grumpier than usual, which is not always a good sign. - Or... I'm going to leave you at that...- And he hangs up, leaving Izuku alone with Stain. Alone because, for some reason, Mei and Lurker just evaporated from existence.
He gulped audiably taking Stain's attention to himself. Yeah, fuck my life.
-You... yes you... why didn't I saw it earlier...- Stain mumbles in his half crazied state and Izuku's hairs stand on ends. Stain moves closer and stumbles on his feet cursing loudly trying to free his leg from some device. He finnaly rips it off the device. -You.. will help me defeat the fakes.- Stain says in his crazied expression turning more demonic by the seconds.
-And.. how could I help you sensei?- Izuku asks almost whimpering.
-Ah... you see it is pretty simple, Endeavor... like you see, he is getting older... just like me, we are both getting rusty... and we are decaying... time is taking its tool upon us both, but I'am afraid that my time is shorter than his...- He looks down at his arm with multiple scars. - So I need someone who is going to replace me when I could not continue my mission any longer...-
-But sensei! I promised to myself I wont be killing any people! I want to be a hero and...-
-... Who said I want to kill people, runt? - Asked Stain, and that completely derailed our broccoli bean. Stain? Not killing? No way. - What I'm saying is, you can stop fake heroes from their foul play in many ways. My way is fast forward and simple - just kill them and be done with it, no coming back for vengeance and other types of bullshit. But you, promised something and I'm not going to force you into anything, not even thinking about your mission. - Stain says, leaning on the nearby swirling chair and slipping on it. Izuku laughed wholeheartedly, but when he realized who he was making fun of, he froze.
Stain smiled in his creepy way.- I will show you who is going to have a last laugh runt.-
-You are dead! Not big surprise!- Pop step yelled from his phone and closed the call.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
So... what we are going to do Sensei?-
-Be quiet,- Stain said in his dry voice. And they exited the narrow corridor that ended in an iron door, which was actually a vault door. Izuku wanted to say something, but his sensei ordered him to stay quiet. So, he observed how Stain punched... yes, he punched the door and it opened. -If you have enough force and know where to punch, you can picklock anything,- he said and quickly added, -For example, with Mightlock, you can open it by hitting it with another Mightlock.- Stain said offhandedly. And they entered into the light, coming out of the damp and dark corridor. It was a warehouse, a damn huge one at that...
Filled to the brim with training equipment and weapons lying on racks. First was an actual boxing ring with both gloves dangling from the special rack next to head protection. As they moved closer to the middle, he saw an armory with rows of cabinets that showed multiple weapons inside. What was strange was that not all of them were blades. -What? Do you think I'm only using blades and quirks? Grow up, kid. You never know what you are going to need next.- On the racks closest to him were makeshift bombs and some other devices that he does not recognize. -Cluster bombs, smoke bombs, fragmenting bombs, pipe bombs, baiting bombs, or just baits. You will learn how to make and use them all. This training will be my goodbye gift to you. After this is over, we do not know each other. Do you understand?-
Izuku just nodded dumbly and they moved forward once again. He paid close attention to the flooring and Mei's constructed mesh that dampens sounds. It looks professional, though most of those things were made from scrap and trash. Though some materials need to be shipped via vigilante rings and Charon organization, they are mostly operating on things that they made for themselves with Lurker's and Mei's help. Including some strings that had been pulled by Knuckleduster and Pop step, they are mostly self-reliant.
That actually shows they are mature as a vigilante group, Knuckleduster says they actually need one more thing, and this is fame. Even here, everything comes down to reputation. Izuku and Stain moved further towards a plain cement ring marked with white paint. - I'm going to teach you the thing you always wanted to get when we first met each other, - Stain says, and Izuku perked up at that. - Though I warn you, to use it properly, you have to have the intent to kill in a fight, and to not actually kill someone with that is hard to do and needs a lot of practice. - Stain says while preparing training tools on the nearby steel table.
-What do you mean sensei? That I need to have intent to kill- Izuku is slightly confused at Stain's sentence.
-Controlling killing intent is partly about controlling your rage and animalistic instincts. For example, if somebody threatens things dear to you.- Stain continues calmly with his explanation, his tone reminding Izuku of one of those monks that plan to pass on a secret of the universe. So he listens intently. -You see, you cannot release killing intent without actual intent to kill someone, and rage is a useful tool to amplify it,- Stain says while making himself a glove out of bandages. Izuku comes over to the table to do the same. -To reinforce it. To nurture it, you need to tame your rage, rein it in.-
He turned around dramaticaly towards Izuku and he recoiled at that preparing for a punch.
-And that means...- Stain smirks dangerously
Izuku stills his resolve and he made a peace with a god considering that he may be visiting Stitch in a couple of minutes.
-We will be studying meditation.- Stain says and plops down siting with his legs crossed and with hands on his shins.
-Wait what?-
-You need to clear your mind to be able to direct it.- Stain says and Izuku sits down as well copying Stains posture. -You need to calm your thoughts enough to hear your heart beat and then, listen to it until it calms down fully.- Stain says and he sees how his posture relaxes and Stain looks as peaceful as monk.
-Are you a monk or something?- Izuku cracks a joke seeing for the first time ruthless, unstable and psychotic killer like he is in inner peace.
- I was, long ago... - Stain says fondly but he quickly returns to his older self and glares at Izuku again.- But now, you need learn how to calm your spirt, beacuse when you can do it, soon enough you could do it in the worst types of situations that every hero finds themselves in.- Stain looks at Izuku that tries to pretend he understands what the hell Stain is saying. - It will help you not die.- Stain says resigned to his fate of having an oaf of a student.
And the suffering began in earnest.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
- Come on, kid, I know you can do it. - Stain said while being stared down by Izuku, who looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown from the strain of channeling killing intent. Stain just stood there and yawned. - Focus your hatred and channel it through an anchor. What was that, ash blond brat? Wasn't he the one who called you a useless, quirkless Deku? - Stain said, and just as he finished saying it, a spike of killing intent hit him, doing... absolutely nothing. - Good! Finally, some progress! No! Do not lose concentration! - Stain said and made a position with his palm up, imitating Bakugo's sneer. - Come on, show me what a quirkless, defenseless Deku can do! - He says, and Izuku releases a wave of killing intent with even greater intensity. - More! - Stain yells, and the waves intensify. From an outside perspective, it looks rather hilarious, but both seasoned fighters are too occupied to notice. - More! Show me your power! - Stain yells, and Izuku reaches his absolute maximum at this moment. Stain clicks his tongue in displeasure, and Izuku slumps on the ground, panting.
Stain turns around and cups his chin. -This is not even half of what I experienced in that alley when he returned to me.- Stain mumbles, recalling the sight of black eyes with toxic green glowing irises and a figure with his muscles bulking to ridiculous sizes, with a mane of hair flowing like that of a lion in the wind and sparks of electricity. This image drilled into his mind, and to this day he wasn't sure if he should inform the kid about it. On one side, it could be a quirk or only vestiges of it, like Stitch said to him when evaluating the brat and showing the results. Two pinky toe joints or additionally wisdom teeth that this kid has, if it wasn't enough.
Yet, he couldn't shake that feeling, that rush of wind and power emanating from the boy, waiting to be unleashed. In his entire life, he respected one thing: experience and mastery in one's craft. Stitch was one of those masters. Whenever he experienced an injury he didn't know how to treat, Stitch was there with his expertise. The same went for Knuckleduster, who made schedules for him to avoid accidental encounters with heroes he didn't want to fight or couldn't fight due to a power difference. But... when he thinks about the boy, it feels like they are all missing something, something important.
-Kid?-
-Yes sensei...- Izuku answer from his postion face planted to the ground.
-Do you want to tell me about something?-
-And what would that be?-
-Nothing kid, just nothing.-
-Hunt or be Hunted-
-Come on! Show me my blood!- Stain roars while lunging at the teenager who dodged instantly and dodged again, as he was being swiped under his feet by a steel boot with spikes. They dug painfully into his skin and he hissed a little, then punched Stain in the kidney, making him grunt. However, it didn't last long as Stain grabbed him by his arms and tackled him to the ground, repeatedly slamming his fists into his face. -Stand up! Stand the fuck up!- Stain roared into his face and got headbutted, causing some of his teeth to spill out. Then he was kicked in the stomach and landed at the edge of the ring, but he still stood. Izuku slowly stood up as well, on wobbly feet, with his eyes half closed from the bruising around his eyes and his broken nose.
Stain spits out blood and grins, sending a wave of killing intent, and launches himself onto Izuku. Izuku pauses for a moment from the sudden rush of malice but comes to his senses in time and ducks under him, slamming his fist with all the power into his stomach. Izuku rolls on the ground, taking a stance, expecting to be punched, but this time none of that happens. -Heh... not bad kid, all right, no holding back from now on- Stain says, and Izuku screams like a little girl.
Before he knows it he is again at the ground groaning, but Stain isn't looking any better this time. -You got it kid, there is not much more that I can teach you.- Stain rasps out taking a swig of a bottle of water, leaking water from his chin.
-What? But what about the silent steps, I do not know how Eraserhead sneaked upon me the last time or I'am not even half good with killing intent as you are...-
-You are at the pinnacle of what you can achieve with teachers like us, and as for the killing intent, you won't get any better unless you kill someone and start to enjoy it like I do.- Stain says in a serious voice, and Izuku deflates at those words. - But, guess what, runt? Maybe we won't be training anymore, but I still have much to teach you. Remember those bombs?-
Izuku smiles a little and still a beads of sweat run thorugh him after that training. - Do you know, who are followers of the rat god?- Asks Izuku and Stain lifts an eyebrow and then huffs in anoyence.
- Bunch of fools. - This time Izuku lifts a brow, and Stain scoffs more. - Technically, the good guys like us, but stupid. They believe it is possible to convince PSC to stop discriminating against us or to cease their corruption. You know, it is like talking to a bear, so he may kindly not eat you. - Stain says, smiling ironically. - They are the type of guys that tell you to pull punches. Theoretically, they are all good and know what is wrong with this society, but in the end... they will be the ones that stab you in the back when you finally achieve your goal. They say they have morals or other bullshit. But no, not really. Never fully trust them if you ever have to work with those guys. Trust me, one of my friends paid dearly for that. Ask Knuckleduster how Crawler ended up. It may clear this situation a little for you. - Stain says and walks out towards the showers, leaving Izuku thinking.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku was finally there, at the gates of the U.A ready to partake in the entrance exam, of course he was long before needed time, so he now has time to rethink some things, but there is still one thing that he needs to talk about with someone so he opens a phone for such ocasion.
-What do you want short stuff? Aren't you busy or something today? Its the entrance exam or some other shit, get your ass there or you will be late!- And knuckleduster welcomed him with barrage of words, which means he is particualry busy.
- I got to ask you a question.-
-Then move up, I don't have any time.-
-What happened to Crawler?-
There was a sound of glass breaking on the other end and a stream of curses and then only silence. -Has Seethestars told you about this?- He asks in oddly calm tone.
-No, it was Purgethefakes.-
-*Sigh* Listen kid, do not pry to a things you do not need to know or understand, this is... a shit show I do not want you to be a part of.-
-I heard from someone that getting into someone else business is part of the hero work so...-
-Fuck you.- That was the most juicy fuck you he heard in his life and it was directed at him, he felt almost proud.- Ehhh... trust me you do not want to know, for now you can't help it, nobody can... unless you want to lead an attack on Might tower?-
-Yes.. wait WHAT?!-
-Shut up, and listen, some things changed since his death, and this... is one of those things, some bad people are doing things there... all right I can't explain
this to you right now, not over the phone, not now, If you want to ask someone about it ask Seethestars, she is leading the last job.-
-Last job?-
-Last job, because after it either we are dead or we won. You don't need to know more.- And he hangs up. Izuku stares for a while at phone that started smoking and turned into a slag in his hands. He dropped it and left the place from safety issues, he didn't know why knuckleduster is one of the most wanted men, but he doesn't want to learn about it with close contact with HHD.
He took a breath and marched forward towards U.A gates once again.
And he stumbled, yeah he is about to hit the ground face down, it was nice to know you people. Wait, I'am still alive? What happened? Oh I'am levitating.
-Oh! It's me! Sorry for using my quirk on you! -
He got levitated to be in upward postion and has been meet with a girl that had hair cutted in a bob hairstyle, she had wide brown eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks, honestly she reminded him of Kirby.
-No offense taken! Thank you for saving me!- Izuku dissolves instanously to his meek persona and bows a little to the girl in thanks. But before they can get again in a conversation something rams through them both.
-OUT OF MY WAY EXTRAS!- A too well known for Izuku voice yells and both of them are thrown back a little.
-Hey!- Girl says clearly offended puffing her cheeks adorably looking even more like Kirby.
-Don't try there is no use for it with him, Name is Izuku Midoriya!-
-Glad to meet you too! I'am Ochako Uraraka!- She says and titls her head in cutsy manner and Izuku almost melts from cutenes overload. He also doesn't know but for some reason imagined himself being chased by Himiko with frying pan and knife in hand. He shakes of that feeling.
-Well! I hope we see eachother at the practial exam again!- Izuku says.
-How do you know I applied to hero course already?-
For some reason Izuku returns to his earlier unsecurities with this girl in front of him, what would she say if he said he already analized her, and just knows it from observation, people in his life told him it was creepy to do something like that.
-Hey are you there?- She asks him taking him from his mumblings obruptly making him explode in mutters and jump a little.
-Oh! N-Nothing! See you later at the exams!- And bolts the hell away from here.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
The theoretical exam came easily to him, beyond his standard fangasm at seeing Ectoplasm in person, nothing really exciting happened, and nobody he recognized was actually with him in the classroom where he wrote the exam. Now he is an hour earlier than the exam predicted, and he honestly doesn't know what to do. Unbeknownst to him, a camera watches him with renewed interest.
-Ohoho, this will be a glorious day indeed!- Certain rodent cackles to himself holding a piece of papers with written on it 100/100.
Something sends shivers down Izuku's spine and he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't want to check it out personaly, no thanks.
-Hey Midoriya! If you want you can already get to the position of your practial exam.- Somebody said to him, and he saw behind him appeared Ectoplasm or one of his clones. He tired to say something but Ectoplasm was already pointing him to the exit so her runned like a devil himself was chasing him.
-Huh, strange kid.- Ectoplasm shrugged.
It was just halfway towards practial grounds that he remembered that teachers here are neither Stain or Knuckleduster, so he probably over reacted a little, but still one cannot be to cautious, he didn't wanted to annoy anybody.
-God, what is happening to me. -Izuku clutches his head in his hands. - How cannot I be normal for at least half an hour!-
Right above him certain rat and commsioneres were watching Izuku having a mental breakdown with some kind of amusement.
- Ah, welcome! Welcome, respected commissioners! Make yourselves comfortable! - said Nezu, standing at the doors. The commissioners consisted of a woman in elegant clothing and a man with a rat mutation. The man had a slightly less formal attire, with his shirt loosely worn and no tie, exposing his neck. Nezu carefully scanned both of them, trying to determine which one posed a greater danger. However, both of them seemed to be a nuisance to his animal instincts. His whiskers moved in a displeased motion, and Recovery Girl recognized this from her seated position next to the sleeping Eraserhead on the ground, wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag.
-Woah! And I thought I was getting this job lightly today! It is a true pleasure meeting all of you respected heroes!- Rat man says with flourish. Nezu doesn't like him already, but he must pull through; the fate of his future students depends on it. So both of them sit down, waiting for others to finish the theoretical part of the exam. The woman sits in an upright position, as if she has a stick in her ass. Too stiff, she will be a problem, sticking to the rules. He checked her earlier, and the prognosis wasn't optimistic either; she is known for notoriously failing students for the stupidest of reasons. And the second person is this rat fellow; he doesn't feel a species camaraderie with him at all. Though his posture is relaxed and he literally sprawled himself on the sofa, his whiskers, ears, and eyes are moving steadily, as if waiting for something. This man is trying to be someone he isn't, and he is good at it, if you don't look into subtle details.
What is certain for Nezu, today things doesn't look up for his future students.
So he plops down on his own measured chair and try to calm his rising nerves with a cup of tea. The sharks are in the water and they are after his future students, it is up to him now, if he manage to save them. For now there are 2 people here that think similiar to me, its RG and Vlad king, Eraserhead as always gave up on the start. I looked at him. Or.. not, he actualy sat down when I wasn't watching, this is getting interesting, and at what is he staring? Oh. This is about to get interesting, the always disinterested Aizawa found his favorite? It cannot be! Is universe about to end? I have so much tea to drink!
-Hey, and who is here down there.- Asked rat looking man.
-That is the first one that finished theoritical exam.- Says Ectoplasm that just entered viewing room.
-Ha! So it would be quick for him. He doesn't respect the first test. Why do we even need him in the other? Call this kid out.- Rat man says, angering all teacher board present. Recovery Girl almost struck him with a cane, Vlad King almost flung him through the window. Yeah, he has serious anger issues ever since HPSC got into internal matters of the school. To be fair, Nezu is also not very happy. He is less than happy actually, which is very bad. For a moment, his fearing aura slipped but nobody noticed except Eraserhead, who looks more awake but not for a good reason, and returns to staring daggers at the rat man.
Lastly, stoic Ectoplasm's eyes are twitching, but he is not moving an inch, like a frozen statue. Nezu allows it to continue for a while and watches with satisfaction as a bead of sweat appears on Rat Man's fur. And like with a slash of a knife, he releases the tension. -Oh! That is not the reason at all! You see, this student managed to pass the exam with flying colors! Beating the school's record! Not even Nighteye got a perfect score like him!- says Nezu excitedly, showing the boy's test results.
All of them pass the test to each other and hum with contemplation. Eraserhead smirks a little, Vlad King grunts in approval, Ectoplasm nods, Recovery Girl cups her chin and looks at the Rescue portion of the exam, and she was actually surprised because most of the things she would actually have done herself. Then, a woman from the Commission looks disinterestedly at the paper and shows it to Rat Man, whose eye twitches for a moment. The paper then returns to Nezu.
-Ahhh then maybe we know what quirk does this promising student have?- Asked the rat man with slyiest grin in the universe.
Nezu brightens at that but Eraserhead don't becauce he knows that whatever kid quirk is it is not combat related, cause in the battle he had when he meet him he used from time to time erasure on him and it didn't gave any effects at all, not even stagger, so it must be very minor quirk or something barely noticable.
-Just a moment and we get the document for you... wait a moment and... there we go!- Nezu says cheerfuly and looks at the paper. Izuku Midoriya, Age 15, quirk: quirkless. And Nezu cheerful expression bleaches and his fur turns pale for a moment.
-So? What is it? Spit it out man we do not have all day!- Says rat man cheerfuly.
-He is... quirkless - Nezu says it like he cannot believe it himself. Such potential and brain power, and he doesn't have an intelligence quirk, in fact, he doesn't have one at all. The others were similarly stunned. The Commission woman scoffed dismissively, Rat man moved his whiskers in displeasure, Eraserhead walks up and rips the paper from Nezu's shock-paralyzed arms and stares at it with rising disbelief and widening eyes. Recovery girl raises an eyebrow at a medical phenomenon that is a quirkless student, just from a professional point of view. Quirkless individuals are very rare in the current generation. Ectoplasm drops his jaw to the floor almost, and Vlad King, Vlad King actually laughs like a maniac, and everybody stares at him.
So... hehe, so... the kid who is actually intellectually equal to you, Nezu, is HAHA quirkless! He has that level of intelligence without any performance-related quirk! - Vlad King looks like he might die from laughter, meanwhile Nezu drools at the prospect of having such a talented student. He observed Midoriya before the exam and reviewed his actual school records and tests. Some were least probable, but still, he saw and heard the process of thinking from Midoriya himself. The boy has an unhealthy habit of mumbling aloud what he thinks. And the speed at which he actually took the exam was scary. He finished it in 30 minutes with an hour to spare.
-What the hell this kid is actually doing here in the first place? What can a quirkless do in the face of real villains, please take this disgrace out of here before it hurts itself.- Said Rat man with rat personality.
Nezu quickly collected himself from the shock still drolling a little about the thought of having a succesor in his world domination plans. -No, I don't think so you will do anything about it.- Nezu says with finality.
-Why are you so sure? He is quirkless! How can something like this pass an exam made for people with powerful quirks.-
Aizawa woke up from his stupor upon hearing those words and carefully returned the paper to the principal, who was trying to collect his drool that had spilled around, along with the rest of his leaking dignity. -First, it's a kid, a living being, not a thing. Second, I am certain he will pass. I saw this one in action- Eraserhead said, leaving details behind and harboring suspicions that the kid might be a vigilante from the dark districts of Japan.
He sat down and the others watched the interaction between rat man and Eraserhead with interest not daring to stop the exchange.
-Yes? And what do you have to show me I'm wrong?- asked the rat, swirling a glass of alcohol in his hand. Nezu scoffs, seeing that the idiot is doing it wrong and can't even do it properly. Silence stretches for a while, and Eraserhead just stares at the grounds where more and more potential students are preparing to take an exam. He sees how the green boy is trying to start a conversation with a brown bob-haired girl but gets stopped by a robot-chopping boy. He hears Present Mic on the stand, presenting how they are about to take a test and his miserable attempts to deescalate the situation.
-I have nothing to show you, what is more important is that this kid is here to show something to all of us, I saw it in his eyes and I see it now.- He says not leaving his eyes of the boy that looks determined ready to start.
Everyone looked at the PM dumbly at his explanation of the rules trying to puzzle it in their heads with the exception of green haired boy that bolted as soon as he saw a crack in the gates, others sneered and laughed at his display thinking he is going to be disqualified. the gates were opened fully. -START! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! THERE IS NO COUNTDOWN IN REAL LIFE?-
Others after that line quickly composed themselves and runned forward.
Now its time to sift the wheat from the chaff as Snipe likes to say.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku bolted right away when he saw the gate opening. He knew that he could go right away as the gates opened because he had carefully read the rules of the exam from the beginning to the end at least six times today. So, he quickly made contact with a 3-pointer and ducked away as stun rockets shot out from the robot's shoulders. He quickly reached out for the cables dangling from the robot's arm, making it go limp. But he didn't stop there; he jumped upwards and landed on the robot's back.
It tried to claw him away, but it only had one arm, so he just leaned to the left a little when he needed to dodge. He reached with his fingers to the back panel and pulled it out. His fingers hurt from that, but thanks to callousing, he didn't break them or stab himself by mistake, thanks to Stain's countless training of running up fire escapes or opening roof doors by force.
Lets say property damage that he done with his training wasn't minimal, but also they trained in the abandoned parts of town, that were still recovering after villain attack so nobody got seriously hurt by their actions. He ripped the safety panel of its hinges and found a switch inside. He flipped it and it went limp.
Good, three points down he got to score at least 70.
Looking around he seen the broken barier laying on the ground with sharp edge, it seems not every weapon here is not lethal, yikes.
He took a part of a three-pointer and got three sharp shards that he wrapped around in a cloth made from the banner that each of them wears. He thinks that there is no harm done if the robot is already defeated. So he used one of the skills that he is most thankful for: field crafting. He finds literal junk or scrap and turns it into a formidable weapon capable of killing a man. Of course, he would never do that, but he could still do it if he wanted.
From the jury box, teachers and commissioners observe with interest as the boy constructs his weapons from a downed three-pointer, while others just begin to rush towards the gate. Eraserhead has a smile that could split his head in half as he watches the kid making knives from scrap and a sword from a broken metal barrier. Nezu can't stop himself and downs tea after tea at such a display. Recovery Girl grumbles something about it being unsanitary but stops when the boy wraps it in cloth made from banners and actually smiles a little at the boy's consideration. Then he wraps the rest of the banner around his fists and arms in a practiced manner.
-Now, it is time for me to begin my hunt.- Izuku says and enters his semi-Stain persona that he developed by interning with him by months. And a cruel smile enters his features and he jumps up the nearby alley and flings himself Aizawa's style on the railing of the fire escape and is already on the rooftops. Vlad king actually wakes himself up from self induced shock as he watches what the kid is doing.
-Wait, did he just did what I saw he did?- Vlad king said.-Yes, this is exactly what happened. This kid just used my signature technique,- Eraserhead said, looking at the kid with interest. Normally at that time, he would be napping already and later asking others about the performance of potential students. He literally works 24 hours daily, including his underground hero work, so nobody is actually angry at him for it. He is only here because the principal asked about him specifically when he was constructing the school board and hiring teachers.
But now he finally found somebody who interested him on a personal level. The kid almost reminded him of himself when he took the entrance exam, although he hopes the kid will do better than he did. He looked around at the others and saw a certain explosion kid on the other ground B. He seems dangerous, but has potential. He seemingly explodes things at random and then goes away, but that is not true. He actually picks his targets carefully and utilizes blind spots of robots around him. His bouncing around on explosions is, in reality, a careful and precise form of transportation around the battlefield. He sees how this kid breaks some of the windows of a nearby building by destroying three pointers in one shot, though... he needs some refinement.
He then looks again at the first grounds and spots the same kid that green haired problem child has saved from the villain attack, he is skinny and is quickly to tire, it is obvious he didn't prepared like the rest did. He don't think this kid will pull thrugh. He pulls out students files and look at them, Hitoshi Shinso, quirk: Brainwashing, huh, another one of those brats that think their mental quirk will get them far? He will be suprised how often this does not work, especialy on robots.
After putting the papers down he looks again at the place where Midoriya is, wait did he just...
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku was in his element. He ran around, scoring two three-pointers and one one-pointer, as if he were dancing. He slashed at their limbs with ease, although they were much slower than Mei's weakest creations, so they were nothing to be compared to. Firstly, he dove at the three-pointer and slashed straight into its mainframe, or where Mei said she would put it. He knew her habits, and it seemed the local engineer had similar habits. The three-pointer shut down instantly, falling face down. Izuku used the momentum he had accumulated and jumped on the floor, ducking under the one-pointer and slicing off its tire. Then, he jumped at the unsuspecting three-pointer and showered it with his improvised knives, breaking exposed cables on the top so that it wouldn't shoot rockets at him. Lastly, when he was inches away from it, he used his sword and slammed it into the robot, making it shake. Izuku jumped down instinctively and lands safely, not even watching as the three- pointer exploded into shreds.
Without hate there is no drive. He hears Stain's voice whispering to his ear.
He steps closer.
Without drive convcition cannot spring. Voice rises in volume
He prepares his sword and calmly marches closer.
Without conviction there is no real power. Now the voice literally yells at him.
He slams sword all the way through one pointer making it light flicker and fade away.
Without power justice cannot exist. And then there is a whisper and lastly peace.
He stares a little at the one pointer and picks up his blade from the pierced robot, he instantly pickes up any shrapnel that lays scattered around and tears through banners with 'three' 'one' painted on it. He constructs quickly another sets of weapons but stops obruptly when he sees something in the three pointer laying on the ground. It was piece of brass metal. He smiles creepily and attaches brass to his fists.
-TIME TO SMASH SOME THINGS!- He yells in a good imitation of knuckleduster.
And he runs upwards like a madman, making wide jumps. Teachers in the judge box shudder a little at that display of bloodlust. Izuku uses the battle aura that he learned from Knuckleduster as his last parting gift. This makes some other participants shudder a little as well and look in his direction. A certain blonde with copied quirks looks at the mad student with one thought: 'I need to copy that intimidation quirk.' He sees how the battle-enraged boy slams his fist into the three- pointer's head, making it explode on impact. It doesn't hurt him at all, or he simply doesn't care about it. His crazed look with wobbly, insane eyes subsides a little when he sees another student in trouble, being surrounded by one two-pointer and one three-pointer.
His legs respond before his mind registers it, and with an ear-shattering roar, he charges into battle, ripping the head off of the one-pointer with a single punch. The three-pointers react quickly and shower him with rocket fire, but he uses the broken robot body as a shield. He pushes the body forward and, with a beast-like roar, slams his fist into one of the rocket launchers, ripping it off. Clutching onto the robot, the robot grabs him with its hands, but before he can react, a sword slams into the hole left after he ripped off the rocket launcher, instantly shutting down the robot.
He gets hit with a stun rocket at the back, and he grunts in pain, landing on his back. But he quickly rolls away from rocket fire, throwing knives from the ground, just like last time. He quickly runs out of them, and at this point, he grabs whatever is lying around and turns three-pointer into a good replica of a porcupine. A flash of memory enters his mind with a spinner and his sword in fragments above the fake hero's body, looking around as if he did an 'oopsie', not a first-degree murder. But he ignores it and rushes forward.
He takes out his sword from his improvised sheath made from cloth and slashes at the three pointer across it whole body freezing it on the spot and it falls lifelessly to the ground. After battle rush is over, he sheathes the sword back in place and looks around at the boy laying on the ground.
-Are you all right runt?- Asks Izuku/Stain
Purple haired kid tries to came to an answer but he cannot say a single word.
-Good, it looks like you are all right, I got to get going, stay safe.- He says after looking around him and into his eyes to check for concussion.
-Wait, are you the guy that saved me later in that alley?- He asks
-Yes and why is that...- Izuku frozes in place with his eyes glazed over and Shinso smirks.
Meanwhile in the teachers box overlooking the exam everybody looks at eachother. -Well the rule states that examines cannot use their quirks on other students.- Nezu says defensivley.
-Yeah, but it doesn't apply when a quirk is particularly and can only be used in that way. The point of the exam is to show the potential of students' quirks, isn't it? - says smugly the rat man, opposing the other commission examiner from HPSC. He doesn't hate those with 'villainous' quirks, he actually hates people without quirks even more. Meanwhile, the woman examiner from the commission nods hesitantly, hoping that this will actually help them eliminate the potential problem of quirkless individuals from their prestigious school. - So, I'll allow it!
- I agree on this matter- says the woman from the commission. Nezu grits his teeth a little; he cannot do anything when there are at least two of them. It is said that disputes that aren't specified in the law need to be approved by at least two examiners, and that just happened. So they can only watch as the purple-haired kid backstabs the green-haired one in the back.
-This is the most unheroic thing I saw today.- Said Vlad crossing his arms and staring daggers at the boy that cannot see him.
-Well he is just using his quirk how it is intended to, he is basically using tools that he has.- Says Ectoplasm reluctantly but still with a hint of disgust.
-But the problem is the tools are people in this situation.- Grumbles Eraserhead backpedaling from his fondness towards purplehaired kid as a black horse.
At this point they couldn't do anything more than glare daggers at the two smug comisioners.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
What is happening? Why does my body move on its own? Wait, it's this purple-haired guy's quirk! He cannot do anything but sweat and watch himself demolish robots left and right for the backstabbing purple-haired bastard. He tries to remember the lessons that Knuckleduster, Popstep, and Stain gave him about mind-controlling quirks. It is certainly not any advanced form because I can think, but my body moves and does things that this fucker says. He moves forward and jumps at the three- pointer, decapitating it easily. However, he learns he can twitch his muscles a little, but only a little. What to do?
Clear your mind. Focus on beating of your heart, regulate your breaths.
He hears Stain voice invading his mind and his training kicks in and his body relaxes even under control of brainwashing, wait! It means that he can use muscle training to his adventage, maybe he cannot control his body directly now, but...
-Hunt or be Hunted-
After brainwashing that guy, he felt a little guilty, but only a little. Well, they said to him that he has to use everything he has in order to succeed in this exam - no slouching or holding punches. You needed to be sure of yourself and your actions as a hero. That's what they told them in the guide to heroics they gave people before this exam.
So for now he relaxes how his savior... slave masacres robots left and right. -That was actually pretty good, now the one on left.- And Izuku instantly moves forward and decapitates robot in one swift strike, damn, he doesn't want to be on the other side of this guy.
But then he remembers that he actually got on his bad side already, so rest in peace they would say, but he doesn't care. After this is over, he will be in the hero course, and from that moment on, nobody can look down on him. He walks next to his puppet, and they move forward towards new targets. He feels like something changes beside him, and a wave of bloodlust hits him like a hammer. He cannot move from his spot, his heart beats so fast he thinks it will pop out of his chest, like he is in the presence of an absolute predator and he is facing death itself. And then it subsides.
He sees how three pointer is just before him and he remembers instantly where he is. - Attack him!- He yells but nothing happens,he feels how machine holds him down with both hands squeezing him tightly. He makes disbeliving look towards Izuku and sees his eyes are no longer glazed over.
- Rot in hell, you bastard. - Izuku snarls and slashes the three-pointer on the back, making robot go limp. But Shinso still cannot move. What is more, the hands of the robot go from flexible to stiff, and he cannot move a muscle. He watches as Izuku walks off into the distance, leaving him frozen in place. He tries everything - struggling, wiggling, punching the damn machine - but nothing happens. Just when he is about to give up from sheer tiredness, he hears a whistling.
-What is...- He hears it go louder, he knows this sound, it is a sound of escaping gas. - GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! FUCK FUCK FUCK.-
But nobody came...
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Damn this purple haired shit head, and he freaking saved his sorry ass, and this is how he repays him?!
He calms himself with his training and moves around towards three-pointers and two-pointers, walking around. He slashes at them mindlessly, with rising fury. And each strike is stronger than the last one. Finally, he defeats the last one and he watches his time and points that are visible on the large screen above the city. He has 45 villain points at this time. He realizes that he needs at least 70 points to pass.
He doesn't think about it and looks around the ground. - You want me to play big? I will play the freaking biggest!- He yells and moves towards trashed robots and starts constructing.
-What is he even doing?- Asks Vlad in the teacher box above the arena and they switch their screens again towards the quirkless boy.
-Seems like he somehow got out of Shinso's brainwashing.- Says Nezu with interest and his whiskers move around curiously and he sees on one screens Shinso screaming bloody murder being held on by three pointer in mechanical hands.- Yeah somehow... tell me Power loader is there anything that could violently explode here?-
Powerloader materializes behind him. - No, I don't think so if it was that it would already explode, this is just simple hydraulics malfunction, nothing will happen to him.- At that everybody slumps in relief here including comision lackeys knowing if he got hurt there could be an investigation not in their favor at all.
-HEY GUYS YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!- Yells Vlad king with enthusiasm of a little child pointing at his screen.
They all rush towards his arm chair and stare at the screen.
-And what is it?- Asks Powerloader disinterestingly.
Then they both see it. In the middle of the screen is a bunch of three pointers and two pointers ganging up on one participant beating him red and blue.
-HEY SHITHEADS!- Somebody yells and all robots turn their heads towards the noise simulatenously with the teachers.
-Holy fuck- Says powerloader like he seen a god.
Coming from the alley, Izuku arrived at the scene without a shirt. He was equipped with ammo belts, which were positioned from left to right all over his torso. On his shoulder, there was a massive rocket gun mounted, one of the three pointers. -EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS!- Izuku yelled, his voice turning into an animalistic roar. He pulled the trigger, and rocket after rocket spewed out of the launcher, hitting all the heads of the robots perfectly. The rockets cut through them like butter, although miraculously, they did not bring them down.
First, the three-pointer is turned to shreds of metal in an instant. Then, the second two-pointer gets hit square in the head and explodes, sending chunks of metal flying in all directions. The third three-pointer has its legs obliterated and shuts down due to sustained damage. Lastly, the fourth two-pointer lunges forward, but its two scorpion spikes are instantly obliterated, leaving the robot legless and useless as it glares at him hatefully.
Izuku's arm rocket launcher runs out of rockets so he drops it on the ground with one of the empty ammo belts. Izuku reaches towards the alley and recovers from it salvaged rubber bullet cannon and fires it like a freaking rambo.
-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH- He yells and obliterates the rest of them leaving only student on the ground shaking in fear.
The last of them is three pointer lacking an arm beacuse it was blown away. Izuku drops the useless clogged weapon and dumps the half empty ammo belt and equips his improvised brass knuckles. Then he breaks into a sprint rushing towards three pointer head. He jumps into the air and prepares his fist for an impact.
-SSSSMMMMMAAAAASHHHHH!-
He yells and the three pointer outright explodes with his arm still in his insides. He gets hitted by a sharpnel and he hisses a little from that, but its nothing compared to the Stain's training. At the end he lands on the ground panting and looking at his sharpnel covering his skin.
-That is what they call plus ultra, isn't it?- asks somebody meekly among the teachers. At this point, they just stared for a while, watching the boy on the screen collapse, panting on his knees, exhausted doubly from using his rage. Stain would be able to continue after this, albeit with slowed-down movements, but Izuku isn't at Stain's level yet. So he moves barely, trying to get up and keep his eyes open.
Rat man smirks - Hoh look at that it seems our quirkless student didn't had it, what a let down...- He points at the screen with participants score.
Three three pointers and four two pointers have been stopped but it seems it wasn't enough the board clearly showed 62 villain points. The rat man laughs cruely and woman from the comisison releases sigh of relief, that quirkless brat didn't passed thankfully.
They return to their seats and look at Nezu that holds a giant red button with his paws. -So everybodys ready? I hope so! Because Indeed I am!- Nezu says and pushes the button activating zero pointers showing all oh his teeth that send shiver down everybody spine. His teeth look like those of angler fish, but there is much, much more of them, actually rows of rows of teeth.
They see how every student scatters around, running towards the exit on both grounds. However, there were two exceptions. On the second ground, a student named Katsuki Bakugo just straight up launched himself towards Zero pointer.
-AP SHOT!- He yelled and turned his palm flat and the other into a tunel on the middle of the other palm creating spark of light that shout out of his hands right into zero pointer's head obliterating it in an instant. All of the teachers were schocked by such a display of power, horever Eraserhead already know what is awaiting him so he groans, because this kid passed the exams with 95 villain points and he is sure he will need to be his homeroom teacher to rein his temper in.
Meanchwile Eraserhead is wallowing in his own misery Vlad king yells.- Hey! Look! Some girl is stuck under robots!- Everybody comes around his screen again to watch scene from action movie unfolding before them. They see how Izuku gets himself together but instead of running away from zero pointer he sprints right towards it, towards Uraraka that is stuck under the unmoving robot scraps.
He runs up to Uraraka and tries to lift body of deactivated robot. - Uraraka! Can you move a bit? - She tries to move but she still cannot, Izuku sees that one of her legs is stuck under the fragment and he gives up trying to lift it up, it probably wieghts a lot. So instead he prepares a different plan. - Try to move as little as possible I try to focus its attention elsewhere!-
He yells out and is already in the air with his bandages that are now bloody red from his sharpnell damaged bleeding skin. He catches the railing and with Aizawa's Special launches himself onto the roof next to zero pointer arms. -HEY! YOU! DICKHEAD!- Izuku yells at him runing next to him, he needs to stop him before it gets to close to Uraraka. But robot doesn't react to him at all. So he doesn't have any other choice left.
He runs backwards a little and takes into his hand last thing made from scrap and bandaged together plastic. He runs up towards the edge and jumps.
He is soaring throught the air, he screams, Eraserhead screams, Present Mic screams thorugh intercom, Nezu drops his tea cup shattering it, Recovery Girl eyes are wide as plates, Snipe takes his hat towards his chest to pay respects, Powerloader clutches his head not wanting to see what is coming.
And Izuku throws something ahead of himself.
Then there is a big explosion.
Izuku tumbles on the unevenground inside giant robot head trying to keep steady on the ground. Giant robot on the outside is launched a little back due to the blow to the head and tries to regain balance by catching itself holding the buildings sending rows of ruble everywhere. It is truly apocaliptic vision, as earlier Katsuki Bakugo stunt left them speachless that now they cannot shut themselves up.
-Have you saw it!?-
-Holy fuck-
-Fuck, fuck, fuck-
-Midoriya you owe me new teacup-
-Let me come to him and beat ideas like that from his head with my cane!-
-Is this really happening?-
-This is acutally insane.-
-Dayum cowboy you took us all on this crazy rodeo-
- I want him in my class!-
-Shut up!-
-No, you shut up!-
Meanwhile, as the teachers were trying to comprehend what had happened, Izuku remained lying on the floor inside the head of Zero Pointer. He attempted to stand up once more, but the robot moved its head again. To make matters worse, it began banging on his head, causing the entire room inside the robot's head to shake. Dangerous components were flying all around as the robot tried to forcefully remove Izuku from its head, ultimately destroying it in the process.
The insides of its head were being shaken like a bunch of potatoes, and Izuku desperately tried to reach the CPU and rip it off, hoping to survive with some luck. By some unknown blessing from the gods, he managed to latch himself onto the smoking CPU and rip all of the cables around it. As soon as the biggest cable was ripped out, the giant robot stopped moving. For a while, Izuku was in shock and disbelief. He had actually done it. He let out a howl of happiness, and as he did, a loud horn was heard across the grounds, announcing the end of the entrance exam.
Meanwhile, in the teachers' box, Eraserhead and Vlad King both tackled each other and exchanged blows. After a disapproving look from Nezu, they finally stopped and completely forgot what they were even fighting about. -Wait, what was this even about?- Eraserhead asked dumbly, and Vlad King just shrugged and stood up with him. The rest of the teachers tried to cope with what they had witnessed in their own ways. Ectoplasm's milky white eyes sparkled at such a display of heroism, while Powerloader cried at the endless hours he had spent constructing those machines, knowing he now had to build them from scratch again. He also mumbled something about not being paid overtime, to which Eraserhead bumped fists with him. Nezu was still staring at the boy who was actually being smacked in the head by a cane by a certain Recovery hero after almost dying from a hard landing, and Uraraka was fussing around this boy as if they had known each other for years, not just hours. This boy will go far indeed. He reached into his memory of a certain blond young man whom he had taught when he was just a starting teacher here, fresh out in the world, not trusting and curled up in himself. This green-haired menace reminded him of his favorite blond oaf.
This is going to be interesting year indeed.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
-THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU WON'T ALLOW HIM TO GET ADDITIONAL RESCUE POINTS?!- Eraserhead screeched so loudly he made windows rattle. Yet, the causes of his ire were not particularly impressed by it. Vlad King wasn't even invited to the meeting because he couldn't promise that he wouldn't throw Rat Man out of the window. Nezu understood why his companions had such a reaction. To be true, he himself had sworn vengeance for such a transgression as robbing a poor promising young student of their future.
-Our decision is final and no amount of yelling will change this.- Said rat man slightly scared of Eraserhead reaction but still he quickly composed himself.
-DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?! NONE OF THE OTHER HERO SCHOOLS WOULD WANT HIM IF THEY KNOW HE FAILED EXAM LIKE THAT?!-
-Oh, we fully understand. You just need to understand our position as well. We need to prioritize public safety and uphold the law. You see, he has shown aggression problems during the tests and even resorted to trapping other participants under the robot. Now poor Shinso ended up in general course. It is only fair that he faces consequences as well.- Said Rat Man, or rather, Snake in disguise. Nezu and the others were angry at him and at the commission, but what can they really do? The commission holds all the power, and engaging in open war against them would lead to a hero civil war that Japan might never recover from. Not to mention the villains who would take advantage of the situation.
-But look at this from the other side. A Quirkless child can finally be safe from their childish heroic tantrums and serve the community as... I don't know, a salaryman? Public cleaning service? Or maybe even a plumber? All of those are noble professions indeed and are adequate to their number of skills.- Said a woman quietly sipping tea that was offered to her by Nezu, who discreetly mixed it with laxative powder. Fuck you, bitch! Thought Nezu vindictively. Yet as he heard the end of her explanation, he wanted to add actual poison to the mix. If people like her had absolute power, animals with intelligence quirks like him could never be counted on the same level as humans. What is worse, this pathetic excuse for a human being is about to discriminate against other humans only because they don't have a quirk. His rat side despised her greatly because rats are very social animals and sometimes are able to do heroic acts that have been proven scientifically. Like saving other drowning rat for an example risking their lives.
He never in his life was more angry about something. And now, when the decision has been made already they have no choice but to call both students to the room and explain to them why they never will be a hero. He honestly rather just drop this all and rush towards comision building and burn it all to ashes. But unfortunetly he cannot do that.
-Hound dog may you please call those two students? Also I'am afraid that you will be needed after that exchange.- Nezu says in defeated tone cementing what is about to come for them all and whole Japan for years to come.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
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