Pre-Chapter AN: Here we go. New chapter. Sorry about the sudden hiatus, I had to wait until I was well and truly done with one of my other projects (Gamer of the Desert) before focusing on this one. After reading this, you can either wait till next week for the next chapter or read the next three on pa-treon right now and keep reading as I write. For the pa-treon, you can remove the hyphen between pa and treon and google it then search for my username- Oghenevwogaga. Or you could copy the link in my bio and remove the spaces before pasting in your address bar.

Have fun with this. Also, in case you haven't checked out my other stories (One Thousand Hands and Doom Days), please do so. The former is set in the Naruto Universe and is an SI into an OC Grandson of Hashirama with a Hyuga mother, while the latter is a variant of Doctor Doom from the MCU thrust into the body of Harry Potter. I guarantee you'll love 'em.

There were a million words I could use to describe Class 1-A in this universe. The one that fit best, ws special. This class was special, I told myself. And it was obvious. Special in all the ways that mattered it seemed. First things first, everyone looked much different from how they did n the anime. That was valid. It was an anime, at the end of the day and this was real life. But it wasn't just like some things changed across mediums, but that some things were just fundamentally different. For one, Tenya Lida had exhausts that protruded not just from his quads, but also from his elbows and backs. He'd casually mentioned breaking the Sound barrier to get here from his home down in Tokyo. Tokyo to Musutafu in one morning on foot. Impressive.

He wasn't the only one noticeable different. Aoyama did not walk in with a belt or anything of the sort. Instead, he walked in with a whole suit of armour covering his body. I hadn't asked. No one had. In this world, people didn't really ask questions about others' appearance. It was one way to get your arse kicked if the other person decided that you. We're being rude about things, and mutant hate was the kind of shit that no one really tolerated.

Speaking for mutants, there were quite a few of them in the classroom already. There was the frog girl. Similar to her Anime self, except for the fact that I could see that her skin wasn't skin. It looked close, for sure. But it just was not skin. Some sort of hide that looked similar to skin? Maybe. Who would ever know for sure without asking her? And then there was the boy with multiple arms.

In the anime, Horokoshi had drawn him with an appearance that provoked shock and curiosity. A spiderweb like lattice of arms that meant that moving one on one side necessitated moving the others. But he'd included the benefit that the arms had some sort of shapeshifting properties to allow them shift from fist to whatever organ he needed at whatever instance. In this world, he wasn't so limited. Each arm was a limb of its own. Entirely separate from the others and free to move as it wished. I'd observed him pull out his chair with one hand while another took hold of his back and another helped open it and another worked to take out the contents of the bag and pile them out of the table. All this while the free hands moved of their own accord. Control over six arms at the same time. His brain must have been a marvel to look at.

And he was not even the most impressive specimen. Student, I corrected. These were my classmates and collegues, not test subjects. I moved on from him to another that had caught my attention. In the anime, Fumikage Tokoyami had been given the head of a bird for no apparent reason. In this world, he was similarly burdened. But not just burdened, but blessed. I could see it in the beautiful black wings that spread from his back. The avian head was clearly intended the compliment the wings. Mobility was not something that this class seemed to lack. A mutant with little obvious mutation was the next to draw my attention. Kyoka Jirou.

What made her special?

The fact that I could not tell. She had walked into the classroom with gigantic headphones over her ears and with her head bowed down. She didn't seem to be paying attention to anything or anyone. That was curious to me. A marked difference from her anime self. But none of these made me the most curious. The six armed behemoth, the man with wings, and the enigmatic mystery all paled in comparison to the most impressive of them all- Toru Hagakure. She was special because I could not see her. To repeat that. I. Could. Not. See. Her. Whatever I tried. No matter how many spectrums I shifted my vision between. No matter what I tried. I could not see her.

I'd assumed that she was somehow reflecting all visible light wavelengths, but I was forced to admit that was a flawed theory. I had powers that allowed me see in Infrared, Ultraviolet, X-ray even. None of them worked. She was invisible. Truly and completely invisible.

Even worse was that I could not perceive her with any of my other senses. I could not smell her. I could not hear her movements. Her voice was audible enough, but something gave me the feeling that she was actively working to make sure that we could hear her. Even if that instinct was wrong, it still meant that she could dissapeat from all perception at will just by choosing to shut up. How the hell had a power like this not gotten her a one-way ticket to the Institute? That was the bit that intrigued me. There were a few possibilities.

For one, she could just have hidden away. But then why would she come here of all places. For another, she could have downplayed her power to all assessors. But that was still unlikely because she'd come here. Someone trying to downplay their power would have a much harder job doing so at a school for heroics. When the school was one as impressive as this one then the difficulty of that dialled up to 11.

"Hello Long-range Sniper-san" I looked up at him from my seat. The boy had singlehandedly drawn most of the class' attention to me in one fell swoop.

"Hello Kenpachi-san" I said in reply.

"So you know my name. You have me at a bit of a disadvantage don't you think? You know my name and I don't know yours." I stared into his blue eyes silently wishing for him to fuck off.

"Izuku Midoriya" I replied, not letting any of my true feelings on the matter show on my face.

"Quiet down, you lumps of nonsense" What? Aizawa entered the classroom without a ridiculous sleeping bag around his body. He looked just as sleep deprived as he did in the anime, but he was much more put together. For one, his outfit looked like it had been washed and ironed recently. His hair was also less of a mess. He wasn't perfectly attired or mannered, but there was much more an effort in his appearance than there was in his anime depiction.

Also worthy of note. His visor. It was gold. Either plated, or pure gold, I didn't know enough to tell. I doubted pure gold because of common sense, but I'd seen things in this world that would make the common sense of my first life seem ridiculous. His scarf was one of those things. I'd seen it in action a few times at the institute and for all the life of me, I could not explain how that thing worked without sounding insane. It responded to both his thoughts and his actions in some harmony of inputs that hurt my head to imagine.

"I am Shota Aizawa, Teacher to Class 1-A. By the end of today, we'll see how many of you fall under that designation" He said.

Predictably, the class exploded at that.

I pulled at the Sports outfit that UA had set aside. For some reason or the other, mine gelt like it was half a size too small. It fit, but it was a much tighter fit than I would have liked with my clothes. It was annoying. Especially so since I could tell that everyone else's fit perfectly. Nezu. It could only have been him and this was precisely the kind of stunt he'd pull.

I walked out along with everyone else to find Aizawa annoyedly staring at his watch. He immediately launched into the explanation from the anime about how we'd be going through a series of tests and that he'd allow us se our quirks.

He tossed a ball at me. "You were the first position, weren't you?"

"Yes"

I answered simply and stepped up to the pitching plate.

"Your goal is simple. Toss this as far as you can. There are only two rules. One, no matter what you can't step off the plate, and you aren't allowed to destroy the ball. It's strong enough to handle most things you can throw at it so you should be fine as long as you aren't actively trying to destroy the ball" He said.

I looked at the ball, contemplatively. There were quite a few ways to handle this, but there was one power that had been itching at me for a while. Also a power that I hadn't gotten the chance to use in a long, long time. Superstrength. One of the earliest to come in and one that I rarely got to use these days because there were so many other tools in my arsenal and it was rare for me to get a chance were unchecked strength like the one that power gave me could be the best tool. It wasn't the only power I'd be using though. Just one of three. A complete rotation. After Superstrength, I add Aerokinesis to the mix. And then on top of those two I added supercomputer.

Supercomputer helped me calibrate the perfect angle and positioning to use to get the most distance. It also helped in deciding the perfect pitch style. There were a million ways to toss a ball but only one would get the most out of my throw. I aligned my body in that manner. It was almost reminiscent of what a baseball pitcher from my old world would have done.

I took a deep breath in, and then as I breathed out, I wound up and made my throw. Right at the moment I let go of the ball, I sent a concentrated blast of wind right at it. At the perfect angle to carry it further along its path. I turned to Aizawa and found his hair tossed awry. Behind me, the class was in an even worse state. Some of them had actually been tossed off their feet from the shockwave. Aizawa was smiling widely. He turned the recorder to me and I smiled as well.

"4.67 km" It read. "That's so cool" Someone made the mistake of saying.

—_

"Cool, huh?" He replied, turning around to stare at the rest of the class. He moved his sight from person to person as he pinned each and everyone of us to the ground with his gaze.

"I guess it is in fact really cool. So cool that you get to use your quirks, isn't it? That means I should expect you all to be trying your absolute best, shouldn't I?" The class was silent now. Everyone felt the same inescapable sense of foreboding like disaster was just around the corner.

"Yes, yes I should" He said, answering his self-imposed question in the absence of any response from the class.

"So that means it's only fair if I make the exercise even cooler, I think. So let's change the rules. We'll have 11 events. For each event, everyone will get a score from 10 to 0. To make things fair, we'll make your scores relative to each other. The best at a particular event will get a score of 10, and whoever gets the second highest score will have 9, and so on. Everyone outside the top 10 will score the same- zero. At the end we'll have a total out of 110 and the 10 lowest scorers will say goodbye to the hero course once and for all"

A/N; Switching some things around.. As I said earlier, the next chapter comes up next week or skip the wait and read the next three along with daily uploads on pa-treon. For the pa-treon, you can remove the hyphen between pa and treon and google it then search for my username- Oghenevwogaga. Or you could copy the link in my bio and remove the spaces before pasting in your address bar.