Izuku stood at the entrance of U.A., his Aldrea uniform crisp, nervously clutching the straps of his backpack. He had been here before, but the sheer number of applicants filing into the building made his heart race. The knots in his stomach tightened as he glanced around.
"Just because I trained under All Might doesn't mean I'm guaranteed anything," he thought, his anxiety bubbling. "I need to prove myself... show them I've earned this. I have One For All, the Omnitrix... I can do this."
He whispered the words to himself, trying to steady his nerves. "I won't let you down, All Might..."
"Stupid Deku." The venomous voice cut through his thoughts, and Izuku froze. He turned to see Bakugou, glaring with familiar disdain in his eyes.
"K-Kacchan!" Izuku stammered, instinctively stepping aside. Even though he had spent the last ten months training hard and facing real threats, years of Bakugou's bullying still made him flinch without thinking.
"Move, or I'll set you on fire. " Bakugou snarled, brushing past him without a second glance.
"Ah, g-good morning... Let's do our best out there!" Izuku said as Bakugou walked by. He sighed in relief, feeling the knots in his stomach loosen. With Bakugou and the entire exam looming ahead, he hoped to keep his anxiety in check.
'He shook his head before looking forward.
'I've worked so hard to get here, and now that I'm finally taking this exam, I'm ready,' Izuku thought, his heart swelling with determination. 'Thanks to All Might and the Omnitrix, I'm actually going to be a hero!' He took a few confident steps but quickly tripped over his own feet, stumbling forward.
'Or... I'll just die...' he grimaced, bracing himself for the inevitable impact. Just before he hit the ground, he stopped midair, hovering inches from the pavement. A familiar giggle reached his ears.
"Hehehe, are you okay?" Ochako asked, gently putting him back on his feet. His face turned red with embarrassment.
"H-Hey, Uraraka," Izuku stammered, feeling awkward about almost faceplanting.
"Morning, Dekiru," she replied with a cheerful smile, forming her fingers in a pyramid to release her Quirk. Izuku felt solid ground beneath his feet again.
"Pretty nerve-wracking, huh?" she asked, her smile never wavering.
"Y-Yeah, I can barely walk without tripping over myself," he admitted sheepishly, earning another giggle from Ochako.
"S-Sorry, I shouldn't laugh..." Ochako said, quickly waving her hands. She then turned to him with a determined look. "But let's do our best, okay?" She threw her fist into the air.
Izuku smiled, his nervousness easing. "Yeah! Let's do our best!" he said, matching her enthusiasm as he raised his fist as well.
"Hey, don't go in without us!" came a familiar shout. He turned to see Pony and Kendo running up to them, both smiling.
Itsuka reached them first, slightly out of breath and bundled up in her uniform with a scarf around her neck. Her face was flushed from the run.
"Hey, Midoriya..." Itsuka began, her voice a bit breathless. "I know how nervous you can get, so..." She suddenly thrust a bottle toward him, her cheeks a little pink. "Here!"
Izuku blinked, surprised. "Huh?"
"It's a drink," Itsuka explained, her blush deepening. "My dad made me have it before a tournament once, and it really helped with my nerves. I thought it might help you too."
Izuku's eyes widened before he took the bottle, his fingers brushing against hers for just a second. "Thank you, Kendo."
Her heart skipped a beat at the brief contact, and her face turned crimson. "Y-You're welcome," she managed, glancing away.
Pony then chimed in, her voice full of energy. "Let's do our best, okay!" she exclaimed, her excitement spreading to the rest of them.
With a collective cheer, they all headed inside, ready to take on the exam.
...
They entered the building, immediately greeted by rows of tables, each with banners displaying different languages scribbled on them. Pony waved goodbye to her friends and made her way toward the one marked "United States."
The written portion of the exam began shortly after. Izuku had come prepared, using Brainstorm to scribble down notes that he could later review once he transformed back. To his own surprise, Brainstorm had managed to predict many of the questions by analyzing past exams and mock tests, deducing which ones were likely to appear.
As Izuku answered each question, he found himself smiling confidently. It was as though the alien's calculations had given him an edge. Not only did he feel prepared, but the notes he'd shared with Ochako, Pony, and Itsuka had helped them as well. They were equally surprised by how much they understood, thanks to his foresight.
Two and a half hours later
Izuku was the first to emerge from the classroom, walking alongside a boy with glasses. His feelings on the exam were mixed-mostly surprise that Brainstorm had successfully predicted the exam questions, even the tricky ones.
"Brainstorm actually predicted most of the questions... even the trick ones. I can't retain all of the information after transforming back, but the notes were really clear. They helped a lot. Maybe I should experiment with how far I can predict outcomes using Brainstorm," Izuku muttered under his breath, scribbling a few notes into his new notebook, which bore the Omnitrix symbol.
From a short distance away, Tsuyu, a girl with frog-like features, watched him with a finger on her chin. Her expression was blank, but she seemed to be studying him closely. "Ribbit, he finished before everyone else... but maybe he shouldn't be muttering to himself like that," she observed. A few people were already glancing at Izuku, noticing that he'd been the first to finish and now muttering to himself, which was starting to draw some strange looks.
Tsuyu walked over and lightly poked his shoulder. Izuku turned to face her, cheeks immediately flushing as he realized he was being addressed by a girl.
"You're muttering... it's creeping some people out," she said bluntly, though her tone was soft enough that only he could hear. She didn't want to embarrass him.
"O-Oh, s-sorry," Izuku stuttered, clutching his notebook tighter. "It's just... how I process things. I think out loud to organize my thoughts," he added sheepishly.
"Ribbit?" Tsuyu tilted her head slightly. She understood that everyone had their own way of handling stress, and Izuku didn't seem offended by her bluntness, which many others usually were.
"Ribbit. I'm Tsuyu Asui. Good luck with the rest of the exam," she said, offering him a small but kind smile.
Izuku blinked, then smiled back. "Y-Yeah! T-Thanks! G-Good luck to you too!" he quickly responded, watching as Tsuyu walked away to join a friend with snake-like features.
Soon, the rest of the students poured out of the classroom and began heading toward the auditorium. Izuku tried to spot his friends in the crowd but couldn't find them. Deciding not to waste time, he followed the flow of students to the auditorium.
Inside, Izuku found his seat among the examinees. Unfortunately for him, he ended up sitting right next to his former childhood friend turned bully. As the lights came on, Present Mic stood on stage, ready to kick off the next phase of the exam.
"What's up, U.A. candidates? Thanks for tuning in to me, your school DJ! Come on, let me hear ya!" Present Mic shouted with enthusiasm, but the room remained silent. Izuku, however, couldn't help but bounce in place a little, feeling the excitement.
"Keeping it mellow, huh? No worries, let's skip to the main event!" Present Mic shrugged off the lack of response and continued without missing a beat.
"Okay! Now, as your application mentioned, today you're rockin' a ten-minute mock battle in a simulated suburban city. After I drop the mic here, you'll be escorted to your designated battle centers! Sound good?" Present Mic said, as Izuku and Bakugou checked their Exam I.D. cards. Izuku was assigned to Battle Center B, while Bakugou was headed to Battle Center A.
"I see, they're splitting us up so we can't work together," Bakugou muttered, realizing the reasoning behind the different locations. Izuku glanced at Bakugou's card, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Keep your eyes off my card!" Bakugou snapped, causing Izuku to flinch.
"Too bad, I was looking forward to crushing you," Bakugou added with a smirk, now disappointed that he wouldn't get the chance to face Izuku directly in their mock battle. Izuku gave him a nervous glance.
"Alright, check it out!" Present Mic continued, "There are three types of mock villains in each battle center. You'll earn points based on their difficulty, so choose your targets wisely! Rack up those points like you're shredding a guitar solo mid-song! But keep it heroic-attacking other students is a U.A. no-no, ya dig?"
"Excuse me, sir, I have a question!" A student suddenly stood up, raising his hand.
"Hit me!" Present Mic responded, pointing toward him as a spotlight illuminated the student.
The boy was tall and muscular, with neatly parted dark blue hair and a stern expression behind his glasses. His uniform gave off a private school vibe, adding to his formal demeanor.
"On the printout, you listed four types of villains, not three. With all due respect, if this is an error on U.A.'s part, it's unacceptable! As students aiming for Japan's top hero school, we expect nothing but the best. A mistake like this is disgraceful!" the boy declared, his voice filled with authority. Then, he turned his attention to Izuku.
"And you, with the messy hair!" he barked, pointing at Izuku, who looked up in surprise. "You've been muttering to yourself this whole time! It's distracting. If you're not taking this seriously, then you should leave."
Izuku immediately covered his mouth, trying to shrink into his seat as a few people around him chuckled at his expense. That was until...
"Was that really necessary?"
The sharp voice cut through the tension, and everyone turned to see who had spoken. Izuku's eyes widened when he recognized the girl.
"Jirou..." he muttered under his breath.
"Did you really need to call him out like that?" Jirou repeated, looking directly at the boy. "He's probably just nervous about the exam. We all are. Was it necessary to embarrass him over something that minor?"
"He's distracting!" the boy shot back. "Don't you find his constant muttering inappropriate for such a prestigious setting?"
"Not really," Jirou replied calmly. "And I'm pretty sure no one else here was bothered by it. But here's something that is distracting-a guy jumping up and demanding answers in the middle of an explanation."
"But... I-I just needed clarification on-!" The boy stammered, clearly flustered by her direct response.
"He was about to explain it before you interrupted," Jirou pointed out, sitting back down with a satisfied look.
The boy, unable to find a response, reluctantly sat down as well.
"Okay, okay, chill out, numbers 7111 and 2232!" Present Mic interjected, trying to ease the tension. "To answer your question, 7111, though you might regret asking..." Present Mic's tone grew sinister, and he let out an eerie chuckle. "If the previous villains are like Goombas and Koopas, then the fourth type is more like a Thwomp! They're less of a target and more like a trap! There's only one at each site, but trust me, you don't want to mess with them. If you get caught by one or engage it in combat..." His grin widened ominously.
"You'll lose all the points you've earned!"
The atmosphere in the room shifted as a wave of unease passed over the students. Even the boy who had asked the question fell silent, sinking back into his seat, clearly unnerved.
Izuku, like the others, felt a chill run down his spine but managed to collect his thoughts.
'Okay... avoid the zero-pointers. Shouldn't be too hard,'Izuku thought.
Everyone made their way outside, heading toward the buses. Izuku was walking along, muttering quietly to himself.
"Alright, focus, Izuku. Three sets of robots all over the city. I need speed and power to take down as many as possible. FastTrack would be perfect, but what if the cameras can't catch me? That could be a problem..." He felt a knot form in his stomach, his thoughts racing.
"Okay, FastTrack's out. Too risky. Maybe Brainstorm could hack into their systems, make them attack each other, or I could rewire one and create an EMP to shut them all down..." He shook his head quickly. "No, no, that would mess with everyone else's points. Heatblast? Fast and strong, but I could burn the other students. I have to stand out, make an impact. Maybe Four Arms? Or Diamondhead?" His muttering was abruptly stopped by a light chop to the head.
"Midoriya," Itsuka said with a small sigh. "You're muttering again."
"S-Sorry!" Izuku stammered, rubbing his head nervously.
Itsuka huffed lightly. "Muttering like that is gonna get you in trouble, you know? People might overhear your plans." Her tone was more amused than annoyed this time. She realized that his muttering didn't bother her as much now, unlike before when she found it a bit unsettling.
Izuku flushed. "Y-Yeah, I guess you're right."
"So, which city are you assigned to?" Itsuka asked, changing the subject.
"I'm headed to Center B," Izuku answered, glancing at Uraraka beside him. "What about you, Uraraka?"
"Same! Looks like we're sticking together!" Uraraka said with a bright smile.
Itsuka smiled and raised her fist. "We might not be in the same arena, but let's all pass, alright? Hero Time, right?"
Izuku blinked, then smiled back, a bit flustered. "Hero Time," he echoed, fist-bumping her.
"Good luck, you two!" Itsuka waved before heading toward her bus.
Izuku and Uraraka boarded their bus to Center B, and as soon as they sat down, Izuku's mind went right back to strategizing. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, muttering under his breath again.
"Okay, I can only use 8% of my power, but the aliens would be more effective. Heatblast can clear out a lot of robots, but I'd need to be careful with the flames... Four Arms would be good for larger ones, but maybe if I-"
"Excuse me!"
"Ack!" Izuku jumped, startled as a boy with glasses approached him, walking with purpose. "Y-Yeah?" Izuku stammered, looking up at him, caught mid-mutter.
Uraraka, who was sitting next to him, immediately leaned in to apologize for her friend. "Sorry! He gets like that sometimes. He's just... uh, strategizing."
"Oh, I see," the boy said, but then his expression shifted. "However, that's not why I'm here. I came to apologize myself! I let my nerves get the better of me, and I acted rather shamefully! Still, that is no excuse for my behavior! I am Tenya Iida from Somei Private Academy!"
"No, it's okay!" Izuku replied quickly, a bit flustered. "My muttering can be a little distracting. I-Izuku Midoriya, Aldrea Junior High. It's fine."
"Ochako Uraraka, Rozaryo Middle School. Nice to meet you!" Uraraka chimed in cheerfully, her bright smile easing the tension.
"Good luck to the both of you!" Iida said, giving them a determined nod before turning to head back to his seat.
Izuku smiled, feeling a bit more at ease, then pulled out his notebook to search for the form he needed as the bus began to drive off. He scribbled down some thoughts, his focus returning to his strategy. Beside him, Uraraka fanned herself, trying to calm her nerves.
"Ugh, I can't believe how nervous I am!" she said, glancing over at Izuku. "I just hope I don't mess up."
"You'll be fine, Uraraka," Izuku reassured her, though he felt a flutter of anxiety himself. "Just stay focused."
As the bus made its stop and let them off, Izuku took a deep breath, his heart racing as he began dialing the Omnitrix. He felt the familiar weight of determination settle over him. Just then, Uraraka placed a hand on his shoulder, her expression serious.
" "Don't worry, we'll pass if we work together!" Uraraka said, her voice full of enthusiasm.
Izuku glanced at her, a mix of admiration and uncertainty swirling within him. Taking a deep breath, he began," I-I would like to work with you, but... I don't want to rely on you. You're so strong, and you have such admirable goals. I want to pass based on my own strength."
"Oh,"Uraraka replied, her expression shifting to one of understanding.
Izuku bowed slightly, sincerity in his voice. "I'm really sorry, but I can't work with you!"
Uraraka managed a small smile, her determination shining through. "That's okay! But you better move quickly, or I'm gonna steal all the points!"
Izuku nodded, feeling a rush of guilt mixed with determination.
From a distance, Iida watched the exchange, unable to hold back a tear at their sportsmanship. "What admirable determination!" he murmured to himself, feeling inspired by their resolve. "That's the true spirit of heroes!"
Izuku gave Ochako a smile before trying to calm his nerves as he took a drink from the bottle Itsuka had given him.
"Now it's Hero Time!" Midoriya declared, bringing his wrist to his face, a smile creeping onto his lips. He pressed the button on the Omnitrix, which lit up, the black and green colors flashing to life as the faceplate popped up.
Tenya narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "No, I'm focusing on myself."
Nearby, a blonde French boy scanned the green-haired boy with a condescending smirk. "So he has a support like me? Shame he won't make it."
"What's that kid even doing?" another student chimed in, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "Did you see him this morning? He was practically shaking when they called him out for muttering. There's no way he can handle the pressure of this exam."
"Relax," one of his friends scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We shouldn't worry about him. You saw how timid he is. He probably won't even make it through the first mock battle."
"Yeah, he nearly pissed himself when they put him on the spot," a girl laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What a joke! With that kind of attitude, he'll be the first to get taken down."
Ochako felt her irritation rising with every mocking comment directed at Izuku. "Hey! Cut it out!" she shouted, her hands balling into fists. "You guys have no idea what he's capable of!"
"Aw, come on," a red head boy replied dismissively, a smirk on his face. "This is the U.A. entrance exam. It's not for kids who can't even stand up straight. He's just a wannabe hero who will embarrass himself out there."
"But the more nervous he is, the more entertaining this will be," one of his friends snickered, and they all erupted in laughter.
Izuku ignored the other examinees as he scrolled through the holographic figures displayed on his device, passing various alien forms.
"Okay, I need a form that has a wide-range attack and can take down robots throughout the city." His finger paused at the silhouette of a short alien that resembled an EMP. A confident smirk spread across his face.
"It's Hero Time!" he declared, slamming the Omnitrix down. He was engulfed in a brilliant green flash, causing everyone around him to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness. The murmurs and laughter from the other examinees faded as their gazes turned toward him, captivated by the awe-inspiring transformation.
"Echo Echo!"
As the light faded, the class blinked, their vision gradually clearing to reveal Echo Echo standing before them. His small, almost childlike form left everyone stunned and speechless for a moment, unsure of how to react.
"Hey, where'd that green-haired guy go?" one of the examinees blurted out, his eyes scanning the area in confusion.
"You're looking at him. He became that," another examinee responded, pointing hesitantly toward the tiny, alien figure standing in the center.
The red-haired examinee scoffed, crossing his arms with an air of arrogance. "Seriously? You think that is going to win? He's so tiny, he'll get wiped out in no time. Not much of a threat."
"Y-Yeah..." a quieter voice agreed from the crowd, but a growing unease began to ripple through the group as they all watched Echo Echo closely, their initial confidence starting to waver.
Then, without warning, Echo Echo began to split. Gasps echoed through the crowd as his form multiplied, quickly creating ten identical copies of the small alien.
The shock on everyone's faces grew as they realized what they were witnessing. The once diminutive figure now seemed like a small army of Echo Echos, each moving in sync but independently.
"I thought you'd go for something more powerful-like Diamondhead, or Heatblast! Heck, even Four Arms! They're way stronger and faster than Echo Echo," Uraraka exclaimed, crouching down to his level, her brow furrowed in disbelief.
"I thought about it..." one Echo Echo responded, his voice calm but firm.
"But if we spread out all over the city, we'll be able to hit way more robots. We won't be stuck in just one spot," another Echo Echo added, a confident edge to his tone.
"And it gives us more chances to score points," the original Echo Echo continued, his eyes narrowing with determination.
Iida, who had been silently analyzing the situation, stepped forward with a thoughtful nod. "That's actually a brilliant strategy," he remarked, pushing his glasses up. "From what I've heard, his other forms have fire, diamond, and physical strength abilities. But this-this is resourceful."
The classmates who had mocked Echo Echo moments before now exchanged uneasy glances, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
Present Mic's voice echoed across the grounds. "And START!" The words had barely left his mouth when the ten Echo Echos sprang into action, darting through the testing grounds with blinding speed. Uraraka was quick to follow the group of small aliens, her face set with determination, while Iida surged ahead at full speed, his engines roaring to life.
The other students stood stunned for a brief moment, trying to process what was happening. But the urgency of Present Mic's voice snapped them out of it.
"What are you waiting for?! THERE'S NO COUNTDOWN-GO, GO, GO!"
Startled into motion, the rest of the examinees scrambled forward, rushing into the city as the realization hit them that the test had already begun.
Echo Echo split into his duplicates, each taking different paths through the city. One of them turned right, dodging through alleyways, while another went straight ahead, directly toward a hoard of robots waiting just beyond the horizon. The original Echo Echo multiplied again, splitting into five more as they made their way toward the first wave of enemies.
In the midst of the chaos, a massive three-pointer loomed above them, its missile launchers locking onto the group of small aliens. Without hesitation, the Echo Echos charged forward, their tiny, identical forms racing toward the incoming threats. A one-pointer rushed out from the corner, its bulky green frame moving with surprising speed, while two two-pointers trailed close behind, their movements slow but deliberate.
One Echo Echo's eyes widened, his mouth opening wide in preparation. Suddenly, a sonic blast erupted from his mouth with a deafening boom.
The air rippled violently as the soundwave slammed into the robots, their metallic frames hurled backward. The one-pointer was thrown into the sky, tumbling uncontrollably, while the two-pointers crashed into the ground with clanging thuds, their parts scattering across the pavement.
The other students gasped, watching in disbelief as Echo Echo smirked confidently. His duplicates continued to spread out, wreaking havoc on the battlefield.
"Five points already!" he echoed to himself, determination flashing in his eyes. "I can do this! I can get into U.A.!"
But the test was far from over. A two-pointer leaped from the top of a nearby building, its scorpion-like tail arcing down toward one of the Echo Echos with deadly precision.
The small alien turned just in time, his mouth opening again to release another sonic scream. The soundwave collided with the robot's tail, sending it off course, and the two-pointer slammed into the side of a building with a loud crash.
A one-pointer rushed in from another angle, barreling toward Echo Echo with its heavy arms swinging. Behind it, two three-pointers rolled into view, their missile pods glowing ominously. Missiles streaked through the air, homing in on the small alien.
Echo Echo reacted quickly, flipping backward multiple times to avoid the attacks. As he did, he split into three more duplicates, all of them shouting in unison,
"WALL OF SOUND!"
The sonic blast tore through the air, colliding with the missiles and detonating them mid-flight. Explosions rocked the area, but the sonic wall absorbed the brunt of the force, keeping the Echo Echos unharmed. Shrapnel rained down, but it harmlessly bounced off the sonic barrier, unable to break through.
Through the smoke, the duplicates charged forward again, releasing another synchronized scream. The intensity of the sound shook the ground, the powerful vibrations knocking the robots off balance.
Two two-pointers were blasted backward, crashing into a three-pointer, while the remaining three-pointer was sent flying into a nearby wall, leaving sparks and dents in its wake. Several one-pointers were caught in the aftermath, tumbling across the ground like debris in a storm.
Breathing heavily, Echo Echo merged back together, taking a moment to catch his breath. "The rest of me should be doing okay... so far, I think I've got about..." He was cut off as a one-pointer aimed its arm directly at him, its barrel glowing as it prepared to fire. Echo Echo's eyes widened in terror, too stunned to react in time.
Suddenly, with a loud crash, a massive three-pointer came crashing down, smashing into the one-pointer and crushing both robots under its weight. Echo Echo backflipped, narrowly avoiding the collision, his eyes searching for his savior. He spotted Uraraka standing nearby, her hands raised.
"Release," she said calmly, lowering her hands as the now-weighted robots slammed into the ground with a final, resounding thud.
Echo Echo let out a breath of relief, nodding gratefully toward her before turning his attention back to the battlefield. The exam wasn't over yet.
Iida confidently handled two-pointers, his kicks slicing through the robots' frames with ease. His movements were fluid, a testament to his speed and discipline. But from behind, a massive three-pointer emerged, its mechanical form casting a long shadow across the debris-covered street.
The machine locked onto Iida, a missile launching from its hidden compartment with a loud hiss. Iida's eyes widened as he saw the projectile racing toward him.
A sharp, high-pitched sonic scream tore through the air before the missile could land. The blast's shockwave sent the missile spiraling off-course, detonating harmlessly a few meters away. Iida glanced back to see Echo Echo, one of the many scattered across the faux city.
He nodded in appreciation before Echo Echo let loose another blast, this one aimed directly at the three-pointer. The force of the sound ripped through the metallic shell, and the machine's systems crackled and fizzled before collapsing into a heap of broken circuits.
Across the city, various Echo Echoes moved in strategic positions. One of them glanced upward with narrowed eyes, assessing the situation as two-pointers and three-pointers clung to the sides of buildings, their robotic arms extending as if ready to strike.
Their forms were intimidating-bodies crafted from cold steel, their heads equipped with red sensor lights, constantly scanning for targets.
The two-pointers had cylindrical arms ending in razor-sharp blades, while the three-pointers sported heavier artillery, their shoulder-mounted cannons humming as they prepared to fire.
Some of the examinees struggled to fight back. A boy nearby cursed as his scale-like projectiles ricocheted harmlessly off the metal exteriors. "Damn it! They're too high up!"
Echo Echo scratched his chin, deep in thought. "If I was Heatblast or Stinkfly, this would be easy," he muttered, glancing at the towering buildings. "But as Echo Echo, I need to work with what I've got." A smirk crept onto his face as an idea sparked.
Without missing a beat, Echo Echo duplicated himself, two more copies forming at his side. The trio grabbed each other's arms, spinning in place before launching one of them high into the air like a slingshot.
As the airborne Echo Echo soared toward the cluster of two and three-pointers, he angled himself downward and let out a sonic scream, shattering windows and disorienting the machines. On the ground, the other two Echo Echoes added their own sonic blasts, the combined force launching their airborne counterpart higher until he was eye-level with the enemy.
In mid-air, Echo Echo duplicated once more, multiplying into fifteen identical versions of himself. The air was filled with their sonic screams, an overwhelming barrage that sent the two-pointers sparking uncontrollably. Their red sensors dimmed as they short-circuited, plummeting toward the ground where they shattered upon impact.
The three-pointers, though sturdier, faltered as the soundwaves distorted their systems. A second barrage from the airborne Echo Echoes caused them to explode, sending shards of metal raining down like deadly confetti.
Those watching from below stared in awe and horror at the scene unfolding above, their jaws slack as the fifteen Echo Echoes hovered momentarily before merging back into one. As the remaining Echo Echo grabbed onto a nearby flagpole, he swung down gracefully, landing softly on the pavement.
"You guys go on ahead!" he called out to his two counterparts still on the ground. They exchanged thumbs-up and sprinted off, leaving the other examinees dumbstruck in their wake.
The sound of Echo Echo's sonic bursts echoed throughout the city, reverberating off the fake buildings. Everyone winced at the intensity, feeling the ground tremble beneath them. Echo Echo grinned as he balanced on the flagpole, muttering, "If each of my clones can at least get 20 points, I should pass no problem."
With a swift backflip, Echo Echo propelled himself through a nearby window, landing inside a partially destroyed building.
"These robots are easier to take down than I thought," he said, clenching his palm. "So far, I haven't needed to tap into All Might's power. Not like I could in this form, anyway. Every time I try... I feel nothing."
Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled, followed by a dull explosion. Rushing to the window, Echo Echo looked out and saw a French boy, hunched over and clutching his stomach, surrounded by an ominous circle of enemy robots.
One-pointers aimed their laser sights at him, two-pointers brandished their bladed tails, and three-pointers prepared their cannons.
Echo Echo didn't hesitate. He leaped through the wall, shattering the bricks around him, and surrounded the French boy with a team of his own duplicates.
The robots immediately shifted their attention to the incoming Echo Echoes. Without a word, Echo Echo dropped in front of the French boy and covered his ears.
"Cover your ears!" he ordered.
The French boy barely had time to react, shutting his eyes as a storm of sound erupted from the Echo Echoes. Sonic waves rampaged through the air, tearing through the robots like paper.
The relentless force shattered them into fragments, their circuits sparking wildly before they disintegrated into smithereens. As the noise subsided, the Echo Echoes merged back into one, standing tall with a satisfied smirk.
"At this rate, I should-"
His thoughts were interrupted as something hard hit the side of his head. "Ow!" Echo Echo winced, rubbing the sore spot before looking down to see the remains of an eye from one of the destroyed robots. He looked around, confusion crossing his face. "Who...?"
"You jerk!" a voice shouted. It was female, and Echo Echo squinted as he searched for the source. He saw no one.
"Who's there?" he asked, turning on his heels.
"You stole my kill!" the voice accused. "You've got enough points already. Why are you still going?!" The annoyance in her tone was unmistakable, though the owner of the voice remained invisible.
Echo Echo furrowed his brows. He could hear quick footsteps running away, the faint rustle of clothing confirming his suspicions. "An invisibility quirk, huh?" he muttered to himself.
The girl, meanwhile, was running through the city, her frustration evident in her inner thoughts. "What a show-off," she fumed. "And here I thought he'd be easy to beat. I can't believe how wrong I was."
As she ran, she couldn't help but assess the situation. "He's already racking up points, and with that sonic quirk of his, he can wipe out as many as he wants. I need to stay clear of him if I want any chance of passing this exam."
Echo Echo, still bewildered, scratched his head in confusion. "What the heck just happened?"
...
The U.A. observation room, somewhere on campus:
"What a promising batch of new talent this year. A shame only 36 of them will pass."
"Such a diverse array of quirks, and many of them are so proficient at wielding them at such a young age as well!"
In a dimly lit room deep within the UA main building, devoid of windows and with the ceiling lights turned off, over 50 monitors flickered to life, displaying the actions of various individuals across all seven zones. Most of the observers sat in a semicircle at the center, their eyes glued to the screens, absorbing the unfolding drama.
"A large area to work in, a limited time frame, and lots of competition will bring out the best in all of them," remarked a hero clad in a sleek, space-themed costume, his voice tinged with anticipation.
"Reckon we'll see who's got the grit to step up and who's gonna fold like a cheap saddle?" responded a hero dressed as an American cowboy, his eyes narrowing as he focused on a screen showcasing a boy with purple hair, who appeared to be giving up in his pursuit of points. Dark bags under his eyes mirrored those of Aizawa, hinting at the exhaustion that came with the competition.
"Yes, it seems we have our work cut out for ourselves, choosing but a few from an ocean," squeaked Nezu from his imposing chair, a cup of steaming tea cradled in his paws.
"We can clearly see the differences in how each child approaches the exam, depending on their quirk. Some assess the situation from afar and make decisions based on what they observe." On one of the screens, a student with multiple arms stood atop a building, extending his limbs, each tipped with eyes and ears that seemed to survey the entire city.
"Others prioritize speed over strategy, racing from bot to bot to secure points as efficiently as possible." Tenya, on another screen, was a blur of motion, delivering powerful kicks that sent the one-point robots flying.
"Some possess generalist quirks that allow them to adapt to any situation, picking their battles carefully." A student who emitted lasers effortlessly dispatched the one-pointers, leaving behind a trail of smoldering debris.
"And then there are the natural-born warriors," continued another voice, highlighting a hunched blond standing atop a mound of sparking villain bots, his body battered and bruised. Smoke wafted from his hands.
Suddenly, a sharp gasp broke the focused silence. "What the?! What the hell is this?! This... that's not possible!? I can't believe it!" Powerloader exclaimed, leaping from his chair as if struck by lightning. The abrupt noise caused everyone to shift their attention toward him, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.
All Might smirked, as he looked at a particular monitor. "What is it, Powerloader? Something wrong with the machines in one of the cities?" Cementoss inquired, concern knitting his brow.
"N-No... It's the robots in Center B!" Powerloader's voice trembled with urgency. "Over 60% of the robots have been destroyed! The remains are barely salvageable!"
The room fell silent, tension crackling in the air. "That's it? We've had issues like that before. City B just has the best fighters," Present Mic shrugged, waving a dismissive hand.
"No! You don't understand!" Powerloader insisted, his eyes bulging as he frantically gestured at the screen. "The vast majority of the examinees account for only 10% of the total villain bot kills! One person is demolishing the drones, but this can't be right! The numbers indicate that this individual would literally have to be a one-man army! And they aren't slowing down!"
A murmur of disbelief rippled through the room as everyone's gaze shifted to Powerloader in surprise.
"He's already well past triple digits! This is insane! I-I haven't seen anything like this!" Powerloader stammered, his voice a mixture of awe and dread.
"City Center B..." Aizawa muttered, glancing at All Might, who was grinning widely like a proud father.
Eyes widened around the room, curses were muttered, and conversations began to stir.
"Midoriya wouldn't happen to be there now, would he?" Aizawa asked, his tone serious. The plumbers looked at each other, some unsure of who he was referring to. Only the UA staff recognized the name, while the neutral judges from HSPC remained confused.
"Midoriya?" One of the judges asked, quickly pulling up the file on the screen. Everyone leaned in, their interest piqued as they saw his information, particularly his quirk.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" one judge shouted, jumping to his feet in disbelief.
"A... a quirk like this... I-I've never seen anything like it," another said, his voice trembling with astonishment.
"Name: Izuku Midoriya," the judge read aloud, eyes darting down the list. "Quirk: Form Force. He can change his entire body into different forms, each with its own powers? This is... impossible!"
"No one should have this many abilities," a colleague whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's unprecedented in quirk history. How did he even manage to unlock all this?"
His voice quivered as he continued, "This kid is practically an alien! How can one person have such a staggering range of capabilities?"
The room was left in stunned silence. The sheer scope of his abilities was staggering, unprecedented in the history of quirks.
Suddenly, the screen shifted to show Echo Echo releasing a powerful sonic blast that obliterated three-pointers.
All Might smirked, fully aware that he had no influence over which students would be accepted, but he could see the impressed expressions on the judges' faces.
'You're doing great; you're impressing the judges,' he thought, watching the screen intently.
Echo Echo was seen creating a wall of sound to protect a student from missile fire. Meanwhile, another Echo appeared behind the villain bots and unleashed a sonic blast that destroyed them.
"He's rescuing the other examinees while still racking up points!" one judge exclaimed.
"He rustled up some clones and spread 'em across the city, takin' on them villain bots left and right, collectin' points like a bounty hunter on a roll. This kid's smart as a whip," Snipe said with a smirk.
"With those clones, he's dominating the field. Watching this young man is exciting," Midnight remarked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'm gettin' all hot and bothered watching him work. Too bad he's too young for me."
'You're doing well, kid. With your rescuing efforts and the points you've collected, you've already surpassed the threshold by a large margin!' All Might thought, smiling with pride.
"The boy is certainly impressive, but let's see if he's willing to sacrifice those points," Nezu said, holding a glass container that contained a red button.
"I know traditionally we recommend students avoid the zero pointers, but why did we decide to implement point deductions this time? What's the reasoning behind it?" Cementoss asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
"To reveal their true nature," Toshinori replied, his expression serious. "Facing a zero pointer will result in losing all your points, which will show how they handle difficult decisions under pressure. And it shows how much you're willing to sacrifice. "
"And that should be 35!" one of the Echo Echo clones shouted, his voice rippling out in a massive sonic scream that tore through the three-pointer in front of him, sending it careening into a nearby two-pointer. He stood panting, hands on his knees, while another clone leaned heavily against the crumbling wall, both trying to catch their breath.
"If the other Echo Echoes managed to get as many points as we did, then we definitely passed," one clone said, still gasping for air.
"Yeah," the second clone agreed, wiping his forehead. "There were 10 of us, and we split up pretty evenly. If each of us got at least 15 or 35 points, then..." He was cut off by the rumble of approaching enemies.
From down the street, five of the two-pointers came charging in, their scorpion-like bodies whirring on their wheels, the yellow "2" on their armored sides gleaming in the sunlight. Their claws snapped, and their tail-mounted cannons swiveled to lock on the Echo Echoes as they rushed forward at high speed. The wheels beneath them kicked up dust as they skidded and surged toward the clones.
Echo Echo smirked before multiplying once again. "Let's make this quick." As they split into several duplicates, they unleashed a synchronized, ear-splitting sonic blast that echoed down the street.
The sound waves collided with the charging two-pointers, causing them to crash into each other, their mechanical limbs tangled as they smashed into the nearby walls, debris raining down. The echoing screech faded as they collapsed in a heap of sparking metal.
"45!" Echo Echo shouted, but his excitement was short-lived as exhaustion hit him again. "Maybe I should merge with the others." He shook his head, looking around the chaotic battlefield. "I wonder how Uraraka is doing. From what I saw earlier, she seemed to be holding her own."
"Two minutes left!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the arena, a final reminder of the ticking clock.
"Alright, let's finish strong!" Echo Echo ran through the ruined streets, dodging bits of metal and crushed robot parts. He let out a low sonic pulse to get his bearings, and the sound bounced back. "There are a few more down this way," he muttered, sprinting towards another group of his clones.
He spotted them from a distance and waved. "Oh, hey! It's me!" he called out, grinning at the set of Echo Echoes.
"Oh, how many points have you got so far?" one of them asked.
"About 45," he replied, to which they all nodded.
"Same here."
Before they could say more, the ground trembled. From around the corner, five more one-pointers rolled in, their spherical bodies humming as the gattling guns on their backs opened fire. Paintballs splattered everywhere, one hitting a clone on the shoulder.
"Paintballs?" Echo Echo shouted, ducking under the hail of colorful shots. The other clones multiplied once more, their numbers surrounding the one-pointers.
In perfect unison, they unleashed another blast of sound, sending the smaller bots smashing into one another, the last remnants of their power causing sparks to fly.
"How did he do all this?!" One of the other examinees muttered in disbelief, staring at the carnage around them. "I thought he was a loser! How'd I get stuck in the same battle zone as this monster?"
"It doesn't even look like there are any robots left to fight!" someone else complained.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently, more intensely than before. The few remaining examinees began to flee in panic. Echo Echo, who had just merged back into one, stood still, feeling the vibrations under his feet.
"What... is that?" he asked aloud, his voice faltering.
The street itself seemed to split as an enormous shadow fell over him. From the cloud of dust that rushed through the city block, eight glowing red lights pierced the air, staring down at him like eyes from some monstrous nightmare.
The Zero Pointer, towering at least 20 stories high, emerged from the dust, its massive, boxy form with its six legs and glowing sensors looming like an unstoppable force.
Echo Echo's breath caught in his throat. The behemoth's fist, as large as a building, rose high into the air. He barely had time to widen his eyes before the Zero Pointer slammed its fist down onto the street.
The impact shook the ground so violently that Echo Echo was sent hurtling backward, his small body flying down the street, crashing past fleeing examinees and smashing violently into a building.
"GAAK!" Echo Echo's body slammed hard against the wall, cracking the concrete before crashing to the floor. Despite the force, he groaned, grateful for the alien's increased durability. As the dust settled, those around him-the examinees who had witnessed him dominating the event so far-stood in shock, watching him get easily flung by the behemoth. They didn't wait to see more; they turned and ran, fleeing in panic.
Echo Echo groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His hand shakily reached for the Omnitrix dial. In a flash of green light, he reverted back into Izuku, clutching his ribs in pain.
"That's definitely gonna leave a mark," he muttered, wincing.
Among the scattering crowd, some examinees were so shaken they began blurting out random confessions.
"I'm sorry! I said I could beat video games without microtransactions, but I always paid for them!" one cried in a panic.
"I bullied you because I have a massive crush on you, idiot!" a female examinee shouted, face flushed red.
Izuku blinked, utterly confused. "Um... okay? It's not like it's the end of the world." He turned his attention back to the enormous Zero Pointer that loomed over the street, its massive form casting a shadow on the entire block.
The robot was huge-about 20 stories tall. Its green armor was angular, with bulky limbs and legs that crushed the ground with each step. The eight red lights on its head glowed menacingly, like eyes watching every move. The last attack had been from its fist, which left a crater in the street the size of a small building. And yet, despite its intimidating size and destructive power, Izuku knew it wasn't worth any points. He didn't have to fight it. The clock was ticking down. Maybe he could still find more bots to earn points...
As he debated his next move, he suddenly heard a familiar voice cry out in pain through the chaos.
"Ow..."
Izuku's eyes snapped in the direction of the sound. The dust cleared just in time for him to see Tsuyu struggling under a pile of debris, her legs pinned beneath large chunks of rubble. Ochako was beside her, sweating and straining to use her Quirk to lift the heavy debris, her face pale with exhaustion.
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest as his mind raced. The Zero Pointer's massive frame cast a dark shadow over the two girls, its huge fist cocked back, ready to crush them like ants. There was no hesitation in his body as green electricity sparked around him, surging up his limbs like a storm. His muscles tensed, and without a second thought, he bolted toward the towering machine, a blur of green lightning.
"What is he doing?!" Tenya Iida shouted, completely baffled. "Does he not understand that fighting the Zero Pointer will cost him every single point?!"
But then Iida noticed what Izuku was running toward-the trapped examinees under the Zero Pointer's shadow. His eyes widened in shock. "H-He wouldn't..."
Ochako was desperately trying to remove the rubble, her hands trembling. "I need to be faster! We need to get out of here!"
Tsuyu winced, trying to push the wreckage off her legs. "My leg is pinned. I'll be fine, go on-don't worry about me!"
"No way! That thing's going to crush you!" Ochako shouted, her voice shaking as the Zero Pointer's massive fist loomed above them, the air humming from the weight of the machine. The two girls braced themselves, expecting the worst.
Just as the fist began to descend, a blinding green flash exploded from behind them. The temperature around them spiked, the air becoming hot and dry. Ochako opened her eyes, feeling the wave of heat, and gasped in awe. A wall of emerald flames had erupted between them and the Zero Pointer's fist, stopping its colossal arm in midair. The flames blazed brightly for a moment before dissipating, revealing the Zero Pointer's hand-completely melted away, its mechanical innards exposed and sparking.
The bystanders were frozen in awe. Heads turned, looking back to where the flames had come from. Hovering in the air, with smoke rising from his hands, was Heatblast, Izuku's latest transformation. His molten skin glowed as he floated above the battlefield, flames licking at the air around him.
"Deku, no! You'll lose all your points!" Ochako shouted, her voice filled with concern.
"Don't worry about me! Just get her out of there!" Heatblast yelled back, fire blazing in his eyes. "I'll handle this scrap heap!"
As Heatblast faced the Zero Pointer, the size difference between them became painfully clear. Heatblast, at a mere 190 cm, was barely the height of the Zero Pointer's ankle. The machine loomed over him, twenty stories of metal and machinery, its frame blocking out the sky. Heatblast's fiery form seemed like a candle in a hurricane-tiny, fragile, but burning brightly nonetheless.
"N-No way..." an examinee muttered, her voice barely audible. "He's really going to take it on..."
With a fierce burst of flame, Heatblast shot forward, launching himself at the Zero Pointer. His hands ignited, creating fiery discs that he hurled at the towering machine. The discs slammed into the Zero Pointer's legs, searing through the thick green metal. The giant machine groaned under the impact, stumbling slightly, but still towering over the city like a skyscraper.
From down below, examinees watched in disbelief as Heatblast faced off against the massive machine.
"But... but he'll lose all his points!" Toru, the invisible girl, whispered in shock. She could barely comprehend what she was seeing. "Why would he...?"
Then her eyes widened as she saw Tsuyu and Ochako struggling beneath the rubble. Realization struck her like a hammer."H-He's giving up his chances at U.A... just to save them?!" She had initially thought the boy was kinda of a wuss, how he seemed to be scared of everything around him and how the blonde boy just walked over him.
As Heatblast continued his assault, the Zero Pointer, despite losing its hand, raised its other massive fist. The machine moved with slow, deliberate power, each movement sending shockwaves through the ground. It swung down with terrifying force, aiming to crush Heatblast under its immense weight.
Heatblast countered with another surge of emerald flames, blasting upward as the fist came down. The flames collided with the Zero Pointer's fist, but the sheer size and weight of the machine pushed through the fire, creating a shockwave that rattled nearby buildings and sent debris flying.
"No way... He's really doing it..." whispered another student, their voice trembling in awe.
Here's a rewrite of your scene, incorporating more detail to give weight and impact to Heatblast's attacks and the Zero Pointer's overwhelming power:
The Zero Pointer's massive fist tore through the air, moving with deceptive speed for a machine of its size. Heatblast darted out of the way, a blur of flame, as the robot's hand smashed into the ground where he had been just moments before. The shockwave from the impact sent cracks spider-webbing across the battlefield, rubble flying in all directions. Without missing a beat, Heatblast retaliated-his hands glowing white-hot as he unleashed a torrent of emerald flames directly at the Zero Pointer's head.
The fiery blast surged toward the robot's glowing red eye, burning hotter than the surface of the sun. It connected with a deafening roar, and the blast punched through the mechanical eye, molten metal dripping down its face like liquid fire. The Zero Pointer staggered back, but its reaction was swift and vicious. It swiped at Heatblast as if he were no more than an insect, its gigantic arm casting a shadow that seemed to swallow him whole.
Heatblast barely managed to dodge the titanic swing, the rush of wind from the Zero Pointer's swipe nearly knocking him out of the air. But the alien hero wasn't deterred. Flames trailed behind him like a comet's tail, and he surged forward again, launching another searing jet of fire at the towering behemoth. This time, though, the robot seemed ready. It powered through the flames, the fire licking harmlessly off its thick metal plating, and in the blink of an eye, the Zero Pointer struck back.
The robot's fist connected with Heatblast mid-air, sending him careening through the side of a building. The concrete structure crumbled like sand, debris exploding outward as Heatblast disappeared into the wreckage. The gathered examinees gasped in horror, watching as smoke and rubble filled the air.
"He's down..." one student whispered, their voice trembling with disbelief. "That thing just crushed him..."
"No one can beat something like that... not even him."
For a moment, it seemed like the battle was over. But then, from within the destroyed building, a fiery glow erupted. Like a rocket igniting, Heatblast blasted back into the sky, his flames flaring even brighter than before. His face twisted with determination, he shot toward the Zero Pointer, dodging another massive hand swipe.
"I'm running out of time!" Heatblast thought, gritting his teeth as the clock in the back of his mind ticked down. "If I don't destroy this thing in one shot, I'll lose my chance to get my points back!"
The other examinees stood frozen, completely captivated by the fiery alien as he fought the colossal machine. Every movement was like a dance of death, Heatblast dodging and weaving between the Zero Pointer's strikes with pinpoint precision. The ground quaked beneath their feet with each clash, dust rising into the air with every missed blow.
Heatblast saw his chance. He blasted toward the Zero Pointer's knee joint, flames trailing behind him as he fired off a concentrated burst of flame. The fire tore into the joint, and the massive machine let out a screeching sound, its movements faltering as the joint melted under the intense heat. But the victory was short-lived. The Zero Pointer roared back, its hand swiping toward Heatblast once more, this time catching him off guard.
The giant hand smashed into another building, sending rubble raining down. Heatblast widened his eyes, realizing that the debris would crush the nearby examinees. With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of fire, disintegrating the falling rubble before it could hurt anyone.
"C'mon, Izuku!" Heatblast shouted to himself, hovering mid-air, his chest heaving with effort. "If there's ever a time to use One For All with my aliens, it's now!"
In the distance, Ochako had finally managed to free Tsuyu, pulling her from the rubble. Her heart raced as she looked up, wide-eyed at the impending clash between Heatblast and the Zero Pointer. The machine's fist was already swinging toward Heatblast, the sheer force of the wind pressure alone shattering windows as it descended like a falling meteor.
Heatblast closed his eyes, trying desperately to summon One For All.
"C'mon... c'mon!" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. As the Zero Pointer's fist rushed toward him, he dodged at the last possible second, barely avoiding the crushing blow.
"I know I can do this!" he shouted, fire roaring around him. His eyes snapped open as he turned toward the Zero Pointer, clenching his fist. "I can do this!"
And then, like a tidal wave waiting to crash down, he felt it. The raw power of One For All surged through him, red energy streaking across his fiery body. His flames flared brighter, and a massive heatwave exploded outward, radiating from his core. The entire battlefield felt the sudden surge of heat, windows shattering from the sheer intensity.
"There it is..." Izuku thought as a grin spread across his face. "I can feel it-One For All."
His arm began to glow, red lines snaking across his body as he concentrated the energy into his fist. Flames danced around him, swirling into a vortex of molten fire. The very air around him seemed to shimmer from the heat, the paint peeling off nearby buildings. He reeled his arm back, the intense heat melting the Zero Pointer's exterior as he prepared for the final blow.
From the observation room, All Might stood up, a proud smile spreading across his face as he watched Izuku.
"Yes!" he shouted, clenching his fist. "There it is! The most important quality of a hero-"
"FIRE FIST SMASH!" Heatblast roared, his voice thundering across the battlefield.
He shot forward like a comet, his arm glowing brighter and brighter until it was like a star in the night sky. The Zero Pointer's enormous frame loomed over him, but Heatblast was relentless, blasting toward it at frightening speed. The air warped around him from the heat, the ground trembling beneath his power. His fist connected with the Zero Pointer's head in a cataclysmic explosion of fire and force.
The impact was like a bomb going off. A massive inferno erupted from the point of contact, the shockwave flattening everything around them. Buildings shook, and windows shattered for miles around. It was as if a small sun had been born at the center of the battlefield, the heatwave pushing back everyone in the vicinity. The sheer force of the punch tore through the Zero Pointer's head, melting half of its face into molten slag. The entire top half of the robot crumbled, collapsing in a heap of molten metal and broken machinery.
...
From other testing grounds, the immense heat could be felt:
In Testing Center C, a blonde boy with a tail for eyes halted mid-strike as an intense wave of heat washed over him. The air itself seemed to ignite, searing his skin like an open flame.
"What the hell...?" he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "It feels like I'm standing in a furnace."
...
In the observation room, the judges and staff watched in stunned silence.
'He's tapped into One For All... When did you get so cool?! Young Midoriya?' All Might marveled internally.
"That kid... He just took down a Zero Pointer," one judge gasped.
Another nodded, wiping sweat from his face. "Not just took it down. He melted half of it clean off!"
Jirou, in testing ground D, felt the familiar warmth. She looked up in surprise. "Green? What on earth are you doing?"
Bakugo, in his own trial, ignored the heatwave, though a flicker of surprise crossed his features.
...
Back on the battlefield, the other examinees stood in awe, stunned by the sheer display of power.
"His firepower... it's like Endeavor's..." one student muttered, trembling.
"J-Just who is this kid?" another asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Back in center B, the destruction slowly settled. The inferno around Heatblast's fist dimmed, the fire extinguishing as he hovered above the battlefield.
He glanced at his arm, curious, still feeling the residual heat. Around him, the melted remains of the Zero Pointer sizzled as the crowd stared in stunned silence.
"He melted... half its head off..." one of the students whispered in awe.
"No way..." another boy muttered, trembling. "He's stronger than Endeavor...!"
The other examinees nodded, still reeling from the display of power.
"Damn... he's like Endeavor... but even scarier!" a girl murmured, completely mesmerized by the destruction left behind.
" I-I used 25%, yet my arm isn't broken hell it is not even strained. Are my aliens able to handle the backlash?" Heatblast said as the a beeping nose came from the Omnitrix module on his chest blinking red the boy confused
As the beeping could be heard as in a red energy flash. Izuku returnee"Huh?" As he fell from the sky."AAAH!"
...
"Quite impressing Toshinori," Nezu commented. But then he formed a large grin on his face,
"Told you the kid was impressive I taught him everything he knows," Toshinori said wiping away a few tears, Aizawa could only roll his eyes.
"So...How is he gonna land?" Nezu inquired.
Toshinori turned comedically black and white in shock.
He screamed in terror, and Midoriya had so many questions. "What the hell is going on?! I'm not tired, but I timed out?! And it beeped red?! That's never happened before it usually beeps green and then turns back!"
But the question that was important right now was... "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO LAND?!"
He looked to see his arm wasn't broken, his current limit was 8% going 20% didn't hurt when he was an alien but he could see a small black patch forming barely noticeable.
Then, a sudden pain in his cheek to see Uraraka, who was wrapped in a tongue, to see Uraraka with a concerned look. "You idiot!" She said with tears. Before putting him in his arms, the boy was lighter before a girl who wrapped her tongue put them down.
"And that's it. TIME'S UP!"
Present Mic's voice rang through his eardrums, and once he realized what the Pro had said, despair settled into Izuku's stomach, but right now, he was in immense pain
"Dekiru, you okay?" She said in concern.
Midoriya nodded."Thank you for saving me..."
"That's..." The girl's face suddenly turned green, before she began puking. "Dekiru... Please don't look it's embarrassing." The girl said before proceeding to vomit.
Izuku looked away, he knew Ochako hated watching her vomit, she didn't know why but knowing he was watching made her vomit her lunch feel uncomfortable. "R-Right s-sorry!"
His arm suddenly felt limp, to his surprise he couldn't move it."Huh?"
Several of the other examinees walked over but kept a wary distance from him. They couldn't believe the devastation he'd caused with just one punch. Destroying a robot of the Zero Pointer's size with only one blow was crazy, with
"Sheesh, what the hell was that?"
"He melted the whole thing..."
"That firepower, and that sonic attack, how many forms do you think he has?"
"But he was so timid before the test started. How the heck does a guy with a quirk like that end up being such a scaredy cat?"
The teen with the glasses was watching from further away as the school nurse, Recovery Girl, came up to take care of the injured boy
"He sacrificed everything just to save those girls. He must have known that little time was left. How many points did he need to pass? That he was putting his life on the line. But... despite those concerns, he didn't hesitate to go and jump." He thought while clenching his hands
"If this hadn't been an exam... then, of course, I would have done the same thing." He thought before he realized something
"Wait...the exam. The judges! They saw that!" He started to think about it as the candidates heard someone walk toward them. They turned to see Recovery Girl walking towards them
"Every nice. Good work all around. You are heroes in my eyes, every one of you. Here, reward yourselves. Have some gummies." Recovery Girl said as she gave them to a boy who bowed to her in thanks. She walked to where Izuku was as the blonde-haired student watched
"She's the heart of U.A." He said as she looked at Izuku and sighed
Recovery Girl seeing the boy quickly grew concerned, from a person without a medical profession would assume nothing but she could quickly tell...
"Those injuries aren't normal. No, I haven't seen injuries like this before." Recovery Girl thought as she puckered her lips and kissed the back of Izuku's head as everyone watched, his arm went back to normal, and he suddenly felt extremely tired and on the verge of passing out.
"Just as I thought he's extremely exhausted, he barely can stand on his own,"
"Uh...what's she doing?" One candidate asked awkwardly
"You're watching a school nurse in action. The Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl." The boy said as Izuku's hand healed at an alarming rate.
"Her quirk is a super activation of healing power. She's the only reason the U.A. can hold those reckless exams. Look, she's saved him. What could have been weeks of recovery time." He finished speaking as the glowing stopped, and Izuku was as good as new. The glasses-wearing boy looked on as something came to his mind
"Sonny, please come over to the nurse. I want to look over your injuries, okay?"
Midoriya nodded.
Everyone watched as the nurse left wit
h Midoriya. Uraraka clutched her chest in guilt before feeling a hand on her shoulder and seeing the blonde boy.
"For him to give up all those points for you, he must really love you!"
The girl's face began to burn up.
"And the complete despair on your face is so obvious you must love him too!"
Her blush deapen and her eyes widened before shaking her head.
Kendo was walking when she saw Uraraka but didn't see the boy she was training."Uraraka! Where's Izuku?"
"Kendo," Uraraka said mournfully, causing the girl to freeze at the sight of her face.
"Haha! I was worried about that transforming kid with green hair and freckles. "
"Him? Wasn't he the guy who almost pissed himself in the beginning? Why would you be worried about him?"
"Y'know that massive heat wave?"
Everyone collectively stopped as they wanted to hear the boy. Everyone felt the sudden heatwave.
"That was him! He was destroying all the robots, basically dominating the whole arena, then guess what the dumbass decided to take on the zero pointer! Hahaha!"
"No way! Well, at least that's one obstacle out of our way. "
Uraraka looked. "He forgot to mention how he fought that zero pointer because some of us were trapped in some rubble! How he risked everything just to save us, including you! He sacrificed everything his chances at UA, for people he didn't even know, for jerks like you, and you have the absolute nerve to call him stupid!"
Everyone looked at the whole thing. A boy with black hair and silver both sheded tears, something about it being the most manly thing they have ever had
The boy growled before scoffing. " Well, if he was smart enough, he should've known that we were never at risk. Sure, he charged forward, but he should've used his brain it was just a hoax! Then maybe all those transformations and no brains!"
"Says the guy who was crying for his mommy!"
Uraraka glared at the boy before turning her back and began walking back to UA,
"Tch, just a few tears, and that idiot fell for it, fighting the zero-pointer and losing all his points! "The boy walked away with a scowl, Uraraka scowled before leaving walking to speak to the teacher. The frog girl decided to follow her.