I panted as the corpses of monsters laid around me. I was currently in the Disciplinary Pit, training. I had been here since sunrise, trying to work off the stress and nervous energy I had accumulated. Today was the first day, and I had only a few hours before I was expected to show up at the campus for my first day.

I wiped my forehead, before sighing. I was still too weak. I grimaced, feeling the pressure. Unlike the other students, I would be one of the weakest. I had only begun training my quirk 8 months ago, when I finally convinced the clan to let me attend.

Before then, I was simply expected to go to events, and be paraded around like a prize. As a woman, the Zen'in Clan only saw me as a bride-to-be, and a way to increase their power against the monster that was the Honored One.

My standing within the clan was non-existent. I was not born from the main bloodline, instead an orphan born from the Villain Killer and a Quirkless Woman. Yet I possessed the prized 10 Shadows Technique. And on top of all of that, I was a woman. It was the greatest shame of the Zen'in Clan.

My mind turned to my upcoming schooling. I had been assigned to Class 1-A, along with several of the nation's future Heroes that would become known world-wide. Big, powerful, and ancient names were tied to the class. Not to mention the looming shadow that was the Honored One.

My thoughts soured. The single person in this world that became the source of my misfortune. The reason the Zen'in Clan pressed my marriage. The reason they pushed me to be better. To find a powerful husband. Everything I had ever accomplished was dismissed, and compared to him.

Nothing I did was ever enough. Because I had to compare myself to the Honored One. Because he existed, I suffered. I didn't really hate him though. I just disliked him very, very, strongly. I couldn't blame him for my suffering, but I could ignore him and dislike him.

I groaned, as I activated my Quirk. I hated it. The constant pressure to live up to the Honored One. To surpass him. A stupid and ludacris idea only an idiot would dream of. Yet, I was expected to do so. It was my declaration to do so that allowed me to convince the Elders to attend U.A.

I sighed, as a hideous giant worm emerged from the ground. I put my hands together, forming the familiar hand sign. "Divine Dogs." I spoke out, as my shadow twisted and morphed.

I frowned. Weak. It was far too weak. Despite my weakness, I had a great capacity to see where I could improve. It was my lack of ability to actually do so that was a problem. Knowing where you can improve is a far cry from doing so.

I focused, trying to use my Quirk. I visualized the meaning, my Power forming into the vague shape of two large wolves. I focused on the image, my shadow acting as a puppet that I could control. Two forms began to become clearer. Both are rather large, one with white fur, and another with black fur.

The Jewel of Turning Black. The Jewel of Plenty. Red, gleaming eyes shined from the darkness that had pooled, as they took form in the material world. They didn't turn to look at me, nor did I look at them. They were my arms, and I was the brain. Limbs didn't need to communicate, they just did. My will was pushed unto them, and then stepped forward, a growl emerging from their throat at the worm in front of me.

The 10 Shadows Technique relies on interpretation and imagination of the User. These were the most basic interpretations of the Divine Dogs. Despite my dissatisfaction with the fact, they were the only ones that I currently could control. The other 9 needed to be tamed by me, which was impossible at my current level.

Not to mention that the Clan forbid me from doing so. It was their way of controlling me. They forced me to master the 1st Shadow, in hopes of making me strong enough in the future to be worth something to them.

The 10 Shadows Technique was different from other Quirks. I didn't need to train my actual Quirk. What needed training was the mind, the process, the interpretation. If I could master that with the Divine Dogs, then the rest would come in time. I had spent a long time in the Zen'in Clans records, reading about past users of the Technique. And it was something to truly marvel at.

Even objectively, I thought that the 10 Shadows Technique was far more powerful than the Gojo Clan's Limitless. Which was true. But the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes allowed them to use it to such an efficient degree, while the 10 Shadows Technique had nothing of the sort, relying solely on the user. The Gojo Clan needed 2 extremely powerful Quirks to rival our Clans single most powerful Quirk, something stated many times throughout my life by the Clan Elders.

Space Manipulation and near perfect perception were useless against the 10 Shadows Technique's sheer power and versatility. The record spoke of how the Past Users could manipulate Shadows themselves, teleporting, storing items, and phasing through matter much like the Limitless. Then it also spoke of the mysterious 'Totalities', combinations of the 10 Shadows that could sport their own unique powers for any given situation.

The two Divine Dogs sprinted forward, their teeth ripping into the worm as it writhed in pain. They howled, as they continued to rip and tear the monster until it stopped moving, even while it tried to escape after it had been ripped in half.

The dogs returned to my side, as I knelt down to face them. "Good work, Shiro. You too, Mira." I called their names that I had given them. I wonder how many names they had been given over the years by different users.

I scratched their fur, as my thoughts turned to my ability to use the dogs. I had begun to understand what the records talked about. Despite their set form, they were unique to every user. Unlike a previous user, who envisioned the Divine Dogs as Giant Wolves, or another which used them as small and agile pack dogs, mine were large, but sleek and agile. Like Fox's.

Shiro, the white wolf, was fully white with red markings across her fur. I thought she was 'her', but I had no idea. But she perked up when I said 'good girl', rather than 'good boy'. She was the one constantly getting into trouble, sometimes summoning herself and running off to do who knows what. There were no records of the 10 Shikigami acting according to their own will after being tamed, but I didn't mind. In fact, it comforted me.

That she was truly sentient, and she chose to obey me. To be my only friend throughout the years. Her strange tail with an almost brush-like quality flicked against my face, causing me to smile and let out a small giggle. Shiro nuzzled her snout against my face while I petted her, with Mira simply staring at us, the emotion in his eyes unreadable.

While Shiro was a troublemaker who often did strange and incredible things, Mira was the opposite. He rarely showed affection and rarely showed signs of true thinking beyond my commands. It was strange, one feeling almost alive, while the other seemed like just a robot.

They weren't always like this. One day, during a situation, Shiro changed. Orange and red markings manifested on her fur, and she had been her faithful companion ever since. Shiro was my one true friend. But while she had changed, Mira had remained the same.

But whatever happened that changed Shiro never occurred again. If it could, and if I could make Mira stronger, was uncharted territory for the 10 Shadows Technique.

I had spent over 6 Months practicing the Divine Dogs, practicing every day. And after all of that, I could say for certain I was close to mastering the Divine Dogs. I had used them fully for the first time a few weeks ago at the Recommendation Exam for U.A.

I sighed, as I got up. I stretched my arms, my dark black turtleneck sweater and black hair soaked with sweat. I decided to take a shower before heading to U.A.

I ran the list through my mind. I had memorized every notable person from the Recommendation Exam, but was blown away when several people from the normal Entrance Exam scored higher than almost all of the recommended students.

From the Recommendation Exam. Gojo Satoru. Shoto Todoroki. They would be my main rivals during my school year. But, there were some people from the Entrance Exam also worthy of noting. Katsuki Bokuago. Surguru Geto. I arrived at the class, nervous and excited. This would be the first time I had ever done something not under the strict watch of the Zen'in clan.

I had to succeed. I had to prove myself, so that I couldn't be pushed around and used by the Zen'in Clan anymore. So that they wouldn't see me as just a woman. So that I could be a Hero. I opened the door to Class 1-A, finding it empty. I nodded. That was good.

I would have been embarrassed if I had arrived this early and I wasn't the earliest one. I looked around for my assigned seat, finding it in the first row of the classroom. I nodded, content. I liked to be at the front, where I could easily hear the teacher and focus better.

I sat down, and fiddled with the U.A. uniform. Despite the policy, U.A. offered an extremely customizable Uniform. Mine was customized to be a traditional grey Haori with a red tie loosely hanging down the front, with a skirt that fell to my knees. I also wore old-fashioned sandals that added a few inches to my height, tied around my feet. Despite my Clans protest, it hid most of my body. Not that there was much to hide. Another fault of mine, another lacking quality every woman should have. Voluptuous curves, a beautiful body for my husband to show off. It was split down the center, with a red tie hanging down the front.

I fiddled with my cuffs as I eyed the clock. It was getting close to the start of class, and I was unimpressed with how my classmates were not early. I took my seat, and waited around for my classmates to show up. A few filtered in, the ones I expected. The heir of the Yaoyorozu Family. The Brother of the Pro Hero Ingenium. As my classmates filtered in, I frowned.

I was well versed in the structure of U.A. and its past, as well as the social-political machinations of the Hero Industry, and it struck me how unique and exotic these prospective Heroes were. Unlike previous generations that favored those with strong and powerful Quirks, I had already researched my prospective classmates and their quirks. And besides for a few, they were all C-Rate material at best.

They were monkeys. I frowned, hatred for myself blooming in my heart. Because no matter how much I tried to act different from the clan, I was raised there, and their ideals had rubbed off on me. Not to mention the habit of looking down on Quirkless and Weak people I picked up from my Father, who called his targets such demeaning names often. He wasn't shy with demeaning himself in the same way, either.

It was the basic knowledge hammered into my head every day. Everyone in the Zen'in Clan were raised with the idea that strength is all that mattered. And I knew these students could never hold up against the S-Class Villains that were shown on the news. These people would be top 1000, maybe top 100 ranked in Japan after they graduated. After all, their quirks were strangely impractical and specific, not really cut out for the flexible lifestyle being a Hero required.

I pondered this, my head lowered and brooding. No one approached me due to the gloomy aura surrounding me. This was obviously some sort of scheme or genius plan propagated by Nezu. He was a genius, through and through. But what was his intention with this?

To try and shift the norm of Hero Society away from the idealism of praising people and basing peoples entire future on the power of their Quirks? I snorted. The discrimination of Hero society would never be so easily shifted or washed away, if that was his intention.

I knew better than anyone. If I was born a Zen'in Pureblood, if I was a man, if I was anyone else, I could do anything I wished. But I wasn't. People were selfish, and would never be so inclined to admit someone they saw as lesser could be considered their equal.

When an undeniable, biological difference existed, equality was impossible. Because people weren't equal. It was an undeniable fact. Some were smarter, stronger, better. I sneered visabley at what I assumed Nezu's plan was.

Not to mention, I was more concerned with the shift in the Hero Industry from a military and duty-slash-honor based profession to one based on Media Influence and Celebrity Status. People cared more about Fame than anything else these days. But maybe Nezu had considered that as well.

I sighed, as I was drawn out of my thoughts. People were buzzing around me, talking and getting to know one another. I frowned. How sad. That these people who are acting so friendly would be pitted against each other inevitably. Such was the nature of the Hero Industry.

I looked around, rolling my eyes. How these people or why they were ever allowed in U.A. was unknown to me. I noted that the Todoroki Heir was also as silent and judgmental as me while he ignored the people trying to talk to him.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, failing to locate the source of all my suffering in this world. Was he late? I knew he was whimsical and only sought out his own enjoyment, but he would be stupid to be late. That was the height of stupidity.

But as the clock continued to tick, I still saw no sight of the man who single handedly would upturn the entire Pro Hero Landscape.

I felt a strange temptation to facepalm or gape, despite not never talking to the Gojo Heir before. He wouldn't skip class on the first day. Surely. There was no way, right?

I sighed, but was drawn out of my thoughts by a voice to my right. I turned, and was a little surprised to see a floating U.A. uniform. An invisibility Quirk. Not half-usless. "Hi! I saw you were looking down, so I thought I'd introduce myself! My name is Hakakure Toru!" She spoke cheerfully.

Such positivity rubbed me the wrong way. I refrained from mentioning that I wasn't depressed and this was how I usually looked, but thought better of it. I looked behind her to see a blond haired and rough looking Katuski Bakugo with his feet propped on his desk, loudly sneering and yelling at another student, Tenya Iida, about the proper way to sit at a desk.

I felt a pang of sympathy. This girl was clearly a bubbly and cheerful person from how she was talking excitedly with the other girls just a few moments ago, but to be seated next to a gloomy person such as me and a delinquent like Katsuki Bakugo would be rough if she had to stay there the entire year.

"Izunami Zen'in." I offered half-heartedly, resting my face on my hand while I looked at her. I idly imagined what face she must be making after hearing my surname. One of the Three Great Hero Clans which predated the era of Heroes. That had produced over a 100 Heroes who all had strength to stand on par with the top 10 Heroes of Japan over the Years.

"Nice to meet you!" Was her immediate cheerly response. My fantasy of her cowering at my very name disappeared, and I scowled, turning away. Too cheerful, and too ignorant. If a Member of any Hero Clan had experienced the disrespect of not recognizing their status, they might have just attacked this stupid girl.

I opted to ignore her, as she stopped trying to converse after my obvious displeasure. I instead turned my mind to her quirk, while she turned away to make conversation to the other more sociable members of the class.

As I returned to my pondering, more people arrived as the clock ticked, I continued to contemplate this supposed plan of Nezu's. Why now, all of a sudden? When two of the future generations strongest Heroes were enrolling in U.A., Heir's of the two most influential Hero Clans, did he decide to implement this strategy?

I sighed, as a commotion drew my attention to the front of the room, with a green haired student stuttering loudly next to a brown haired girl and Tenya Iida. I watched him with schadenfreude, as he seemed to be extremely uncomfortable talking to a girl, before my attention was drawn away.

A sudden quietness descended on the classroom, and it took me a moment to realize the source. A lanky man walked into the classroom, a gloomy aura somehow surpassing my own surrounding him.

The class quieted down as he muttered something about how students should not waste time making friends, before introducing himself. "Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your Teacher." He said in a dead and monotone voice.

A wave of confusion spread through the class, before he reached into the yellow sleeping bag he was carrying and pulled out a U.A. Gym Uniform. I blinked, recognizing the name well.

Naoya, my cousin, and grumbled about him. While he said that he liked Aizawa for his cutthroat curriculum, mirroring that of the Clans own, he got in trouble several times for beating up his weaker classmates, earning him Aizawa's ire.

He had complained about it to me while forcing me to carry around his school supplies when the Elders suggested he take me to act as his maid while shopping for his attendance to U.A. They apparently wanted all of the younger Zen'in's out of the house while something was going on. Something to do with the Kamo Clan, but I knew nothing else.

"Put these on and head outside." Aizawa ordered. I blinked, confused. Was he not taking us to the Opening Ceremony? Despite how boring it sounds, Nezu was a genius politician who was able to give inspiring speeches.

I mentally shrugged, and followed the crowd of students out of the classroom and towards the locker rooms. And despite my best efforts, scanning the crowd of students, I failed to see a head of spiky white hair I remembered from the Recommendation Exam.

This timeline is based on Gojo's time in Jujutsu High, so some of the character from later in the timeline might now appear for awhile. Also, RIP JJK Sequel.

I don't know when I will update this next, but I will do so soon. Mabye. Also, feel free to leave reviews, as I do love to read them. Feel free to just yell at me to write faster.