"Open," I shout, opening my clasped hands to show a white hot flame, that already began to melt the concrete.
"Divine Flame!"
I then began to move my hands that not only wowed the rest of the competitors that were currently behind me, but it also helped me mold my attack into it's signature shape.
An arrow!
"Die!" I yell with an arrow in my hand, the tip being held by my index and middle finger, only appreciating Bakugo for that single moment.
From the way that he screams that word, it's damn near hot-printed onto me and Izuku memory.
And I was also surprised that so many anime existed in this world that no one took advantage of or even stole inspiration from. Hey it's strange but I could care less because this attack that I'm about to unleash destroyed a good chuck of a mountain. That was when I was 11.
Letting go of the blaze, it shot at blinding speeds, breaking the sound barrier, and creating a massive explosion that I'd already anticipated due to me creating a large electric dome around me and the other applicants.
"Don't worry too much, we'll be find in here, If anything it's my attack so if goes too far I'll just cut it off."
But I think it was a bit too much since now everyone hear is completely dead silent.
'This is anime though. So they all scream collectively in 3, 2, 1...' I think, watching them closely.
"WHAT!" The others exclaim in shock.
And then I was completely bombarded with question after question after question.
'I've got respect for All Might just for having to deal with this anytime he decided to take a breath of oxygen,' I thought, sweat dropping and ignoring all the banter and asking from them.
No wonder these morons didn't make it into the Hero Course. There all too busy being gob smacked at someone else instead of trying to improve their own skills. I can't really blame them though.
'It was way over the top and extremely destructive. I highly doubt the Hero Safety Commission will let me hit one of those. At the same time, Endeavor gets away with this all the time,' I thought, watching the attack slowly de-escalate until...
The city was no more.
The entire city was fucking wiped clean.
I 100% should've lowered the power! What if that killed somebody!? Come on Izuna!
Fuck fuck fuck!
Now how will they-
"Uh... Dude," One of the contesters asked.
"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Aren't you worried that someone died?" He shouted.
"Hold up, I can check," I say, using one of my favorite techniques, Cloud Eye.
Cloud Eye is a technique that uses electromagnetic pulses as a sensory field to see if anymore is nearby. If they are, it'll give that person a minor jolt and send a signal to me that a person is there.
Those extra Scouting, Recon, and Recuse courses were really worth it! Thanks to Hajime-Sensei, man I got to give the guy a visit, I haven't seen him in a few months and I own most of my strength to him.
Without him, none of my goals would be possible and I wouldn't have anywhere close the amount of moves I've created.
But I'll get there when I get there. Thankfully there was no one in the blast radius and I absorbed the fire back into me before it could spread into the other faux cities.
Normally, in any other situation, I'd never use such a powerful move without a care in the world!
It was to gather attention.
Getting trained by Endeavor could be incredible for my plans. Getting connections to the Hero Commission, large funds, and whatever else I can get my grubby little hands on.
"Alright! The official UA Entrance Exams is over!" Present Mic announced, gathering the attention off of me before continuing.
"If you are hurt, go to the front for recovery!" he completed.
"Man my knee is busted!"
"Finally I can leave!"
"If monsters like him are here, maybe I can't deal with the stress of the hero track!"
Well hot damn!
Really dude?
If your dreams can be destroyed just by someone else doing better than you, than I guess everyone would've been bedridden losers struck in their bed eating snacks while burping, scratching their ass, and then continuing to doing whatever slimeball activities that you were doing...
Take a look in the mirror and be disappointed. If you act like that you WILL be a failure.
Back onto my damage, how will they accept my war axe and guns for my costume? Or will they just out right fail me for this?
Shit. Too many unknowns in this situation.
I might've even fucked up the cannon!
"Dude! I've been trying to talk to you for like 5 minutes now but you've been muttering and tuning everything out!" A voice rang out, cutting me off from my inner monologue.
'Damn you Midoriya genes!' I curse in my mind, turning my head to see a petite girl with chin length purple hair with an annoyed look on her face.
"Hm, what happened?" I ask, know facing the girl who I've remembered as Kyoka Jiro
"Are you just going to ignore the fact that I barely got into your stupid barrier! You could've killed someone and if those are the attacks that you'd use on someone then-" Jiro began to rant before I cut her off, eye narrowed.
'Momma ain't raise no bitch, she already raised Izuku like one and I ain't taking disrespect even though she's kind of right!' I shout in my mind.
"You got into the barrier right?"
"Yeah but-" She began before I cut her off.
"Okay then, did anyone die?" I reply in an undermining tone.
"Still du-"
"Alright wonderful! Nice conversation but I think that we're done here!" I yell out, interrupting her again and began to go to the exit.
"Oh you! You!" Jiro fumed before going to Recovery Girl, who'd already began healing students during our little debacle.
Matter of fact, maybe I can get out here before she comes to me to lecture me.
I'm close! I can smell the exit gateway!
As I began to put my hand onto the door, I here a screeching voice.
"And you young man, get back here!" Recovery Girl exclaimed, scaring the absolute shit out of me.
Damn at least give half a warning you health hag!
"I have some words with you!" She continued, beginning to walk to walk over to me.
Surrounding myself with electricity, I surge my strength and dash away from the place.
Trust me.
And I mean it!
I've got much better things to do than get lectured by the 'Youthful Hero'.
I'm pretty sure that I should I have a few weeks or even a mouth before UA begins.
Since I've been completely hard focused on training every since I got my quirk a decade ago, Hajime-Sensei has been training me to the max until a few months ago. Throughout that time, I nearly forgot that I was human at times. All I did was train, eat, drink, and sleep.
And try to help out mom and Izuku, but mom always felt bad and never took my offer while Izuku just can't listen.
Sometimes I even forgot decency and hygiene. Gross right?
Even with the extra 15 months being more loose on training, I was still pretty stoic.
But with some strange websites and colorful gaming sessions on my Nintendo Switch 2: Ultimate Legacy Edition playing Mario Kart X and Super Smash Bros X, I got much better with people skills.
Or social skills.
Whatever, I'm getting close to my destination and I'm going to have to turn off my quirk to avoid the police getting on my ass. Me and Hajime-Sensei already got into some trouble with that.
Sigh, me and the old coot had some of the greatest times of both my lives.
What fun.
After going to a secluded area, turning off my cloak, changing my clothing and placing into my duffle bag, and continue my journey to where my old master now lays.
The Graveyard.
"Okay, now that you've received my message and have came here, it time to decide which student go to each of the hero course classes," A short white-furred stoat said placing 41 documents onto a table where many hero are residing currently.
Midnight, Present Mic, Power Loader, Cementoss, the emancipated All Might, Eraserhead, Vlad King, Snipe, and even Recovery Girl were all present there.
"Alright! I can't wait to see how my student will out pace yours Aizawa!" A white-haired bulky man named Vlad King spoke up, snatching the gaze of Aizawa who was currently wrapped in a sleeping bag.
"Great, can't wait to teach a bunch of amateurs who couldn't care less about actually being heroes and only come here to become famous, get rich, or use it as clutch to attract the opposite sex," Aizawa stated blandly, unzipping himself from his bag to walk near Vlad King.
"Let's just get this over with," he finished.
As the teachers were discussing the fate of each student, Aizawa couldn't help but notice that the rat had took a document for himself and was...
Giggling?
Cackling to it? What the?
Aizawa absolutely despises that sound. Anytime he hears that voice his spine shudders.
Why?
Glad you asked.
For 2 reasons. 1, Nezu decided to pick up a case or strategy game that interested him. Or worst.
He found someone that genuinely caught his attention. Aizawa was already giving silent prayers for the poor soul that could have to deal with the UA Principal's bullshit. On the other hand, the students that he's looking at doesn't seem too bad.
Key word: Too bad.
One of the students that I got has a history of behavioral disobedience involving females, one struggles with communications skills and even began using sign language, and a decent amount of his students were bullied and had issues similar to it.
Kami, this is going to be such a problem class.
'I'm just hoping I don't have the classic motivational classmate that risks his life at every turn. Worst, I get the brother of that kid. Even worst, I get both. Thankfully I'll probably be fine.' Aizawa minded, getting chills for having to deal with something like that.
"Okay, so far we've gone through a full 40 students that've gotten the best scores for the hero course, 4 of them being recommendation students. 36 from the hero exams. But if you've been keeping track like mister Aizawa, you'd seen that I've withheld a singular file from you all," Nezu announced gathering everyone's attention.
"Hm." Aizawa began to glace at everyone in the room to estimate their reactions.
Might as well get some practice for emotional observation. As an underground hero getting practice at all, with his busy schedule is a miracle in of itself.
"Well who is it?" Midnight questioned.
"Yeah, I've got to go back to my result to see if I should let this maniac in my class," Power Loader whispered.
Nezu slowly took out the profile that was submitted through the official UA website and dropped it.
Light as a feather, the small stack of papers dropped to the center of the table. With the from of it displaying the students name.
Izuna Midoriya.
"This student, Izuna Midoriya is a peculiar one. I got a 89% in the academic exams, a great score but no where near some of the scores we've gotten," Nezu began.
"Just get to the point, I've got to read these files on my own time more," Aizawa droned.
"So what makes him so special for me to single out his file?" Nezu asked knowingly. Staring at the surrounding teachers.
"Not only did he break the practical exams UA record with villain points alone," Nezu continued, stopping to create more suspense.
"Wow! He must be an impressive child," Cementoss said, paying more attention. Probably due too how much of an All Might fiend he was.
'Broke my record huh? I guess maybe the next generation will be okay. With All For One gone, Young Midoriya getting One For All, and his brother breaking my record, we should be fine,' All Might though.
"But with his final attack, he obliterated the 0 Pointer and Faux City F to go along with it," Nezu finished.
It was so quiet one could nearly hear a pin drop.
Suddenly Aizawa cursed, "Shit,"
"My class?" he asked, hoping to not have the devilish duo as he just realized that the 'classic motivational classmate that risks his life at every turn,' kid AND his brother could end up in the same class with him to babysit.
"Your class!" Nezu, Vlad King and the rest of the teacher claimed.
Wow...
"God damn it."
It was ALWAYS Aizawa huh?
'This is most likely against my normal act but...'
"Fuck."
Okay, it's absolutely grind time now.
I've literally finished all of my homework in one fell swoop and now I've those A's and B's!
So now, I can finally lighten up on the grade watch and relax for a bit. I'd like to repeat, fuck homework.
On a positive note, I hope you've enjoyed the second chapter! If your lucky, maybe I'll finish chapter 7 of Made For Greatness Tuesday or something. Or I'll continue writing this story if you guys want it.
I've got some other planned stories planned out. Remember, vote on the poll on if you want a Dragon Ball Z story, one for DxD, to give a chance to Bakugan Battle Brawlers, or do you want Naruto? PM me for a personal request. If it interests me enough, I'll just do it or modify it for something else.
I haven't written anything for those specific fandoms yet though. And I don't remember much about it so I've been rewatching all of those series and even rewatching Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds, GX, and the original. But hey, vote and you'll get what you get next. Probably not Yu-Gi-Oh though. Still struggling on not getting railed my OP meta-decks in Master Duel.
With and little bit of this and a little bit of that, I'll probably keep this flow for a good while. No more droughts of chapters!
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