Izuku stepped off the plane, inhaling the familiar air of Narita Airport. It had been five long years since he had last been in Japan, and although the excitement of returning to his homeland was palpable, his mind was focused on what lay ahead. Beside him, Tanaka-San, his new personal assistant, watched him with a barely perceptible smile.
The transfer to Dagobah Beach was quick. Upon arrival, Izuku stood still, observing the beach that had been transformed. The trash and neglect of the past had been replaced by a clean and orderly environment. Facing the shore stood a modern house built specifically for him, a place where he could focus on his training without interruptions. The architecture was minimalist, but the details and amenities were designed to suit his training needs, and Tanaka-San made sure everything was ready for his arrival.
As he entered, Izuku silently walked through the place, appreciating every space. There was a large training room equipped with state-of-the-art technology, a small laboratory for research and study, and a rest area with direct views of the sea. As he observed everything that Aguilar and the others had prepared, he felt a mix of gratitude and responsibility.
The routine of the first few days was rigorous. Tanaka-San, who was not only his assistant but also an excellent strategist, helped him design a specific training plan for the U.A. entrance exam. In the mornings, Izuku ran along the beach, followed by endurance and strength exercises. Afterward, he trained with the shadows, solidifying his control over his summons and practicing combat moves with his loyal knight, Igris. Tanaka-San accompanied him in every session, offering observations and correcting details.
During the afternoons, the training became more specific. Izuku sat with Tanaka-San to study profiles of heroes and applicants who could be his future classmates or rivals. It was a constant reminder that U.A. wouldn't be easy; he had to be prepared to face the best of the best.
On the first day he finished his routine, Izuku walked to the shore and let himself fall onto the sand. He gazed at the horizon as the sun began to set. This was a moment he had imagined many times, but the reality exceeded his expectations. In Japan, in this place that Aguilar had prepared for him, he felt more determined than ever to fulfill his mission.
Tanaka-San approached and, standing beside him, spoke - *Midoriya-San, tomorrow we begin a new phase of training. I've prepared a series of exercises to help you integrate everything you've learned* -.
Izuku nodded but didn't take his eyes off the horizon. Although he had transformed, and his skills had grown, the weight of the responsibility he felt for those who had supported him was profound. The beach was peaceful, but inside, he felt a storm of emotions—a mix of nostalgia, determination, and a hint of fear for what was to come.
The next day, his training began again, this time with a focus on rescue techniques and combat tactics in high-risk situations. Tanaka-San challenged him to think quickly, adapt to changing environments, and plan like a strategist in the midst of battle.
Izuku spent the days leading up to the exam finalizing the last aspects of his preparation. He trained with an intensity that even surprised Tanaka-San, who kept adjusting the plan to maximize his abilities. Izuku's determination was evident: his goal wasn't just to get into U.A., but to stand out from the very beginning.
Finally, the day of the exam arrived. Izuku headed to U.A., and although the building was familiar from years of longing, seeing it in person had a completely different impact. He walked with confidence, taking deep breaths and remembering all the lessons Aguilar and his companions had given him. Around him, applicants from all over gathered, their eyes reflecting their own dreams and fears.
As he entered the main lobby, his gaze met a girl who was walking hurriedly. Izuku noticed she was about to trip and, in a quick movement, gently caught her by the arm, preventing her fall. The girl, surprised, gave him a shy smile as she recomposed herself.
-*Thank you, I almost fell* - she said with a nervous laugh.
-*Don't worry, it happens all the time* - Izuku replied, smiling at her.
Izuku then headed to the written exam area. The room was filled with applicants, each focused on their papers and pencils. However, for Izuku, the exam was a quick process. He had memorized the theory and its practical applications, and his answers flowed easily. When he finished, he looked up and saw others still struggling with the questions, realizing that his intensive studies and practical experience had given him a considerable advantage.
Izuku, seated in the auditorium waiting for the practical exam to begin, observed the other applicants, but his gaze soon landed on a familiar figure who had just entered: Katsuki Bakugo. Bakugo's arrival brought with it a flood of memories, all of them bitter. The scene from a year ago replayed in his mind with painful clarity. He had witnessed a revelation he never wanted to hear, a truth that still weighed heavily on his heart.
That day, Izuku had followed Bakugo, intrigued by his secret meeting with Toshinori Yagi. From his hiding spot, he had heard every word and seen every gesture, feeling everything he thought he knew crumble around him. All Might, the hero he had admired all his life, not only turned out to be his father but also seemed to have decided that his own son wasn't worthy of inheriting his power. The conversation between them still echoed in his mind.
-*Yes, Katsuki. This is my true appearance* - Toshinori had said, revealing his frail and weakened figure. His sincere words and serious expression made Izuku understand how much his father had sacrificed in silence.
Izuku clenched his fists as he remembered the anguish that had consumed him upon hearing what came next. Toshinori had explained to Bakugo about One For All, the ability passed down from one hero to another, and how his time as the bearer of that power was coming to an end. But what truly broke Izuku was his father's decision to offer that power to Bakugo instead of him.
Why Bakugo? Izuku had never stopped questioning that. Throughout his childhood, he had grown up in Katsuki's shadow, enduring his hostility and disdain, striving to prove himself. But in that moment, his efforts seemed to have vanished. His dreams of one day fighting alongside his father, of being considered worthy, were shattered.
Bakugo moved through the auditorium with his characteristic confidence, radiating his challenging aura. Izuku watched him, his thoughts wrapped in a mix of resentment and sadness. A year had passed since that day, and although his relationship with Bakugo had remained distant, the echoes of that secret conversation still lingered within him. Toshinori had praised Katsuki's potential, his strength, and his determination. Izuku, meanwhile, had been left alone with his questions and pain.
"Why not me?"* he asked himself once more, trying to understand the logic behind his father's decision. In those months, he had grown immensely, facing challenges that few his age could have endured. Yet, the shadow of Bakugo and the memory of Toshinori's words still weighed on him, a constant reminder of what he hadn't been able to achieve.
As time passed and the wait continued, Izuku looked toward the stage, trying to dispel those dark thoughts. He knew that, somehow, he would have to face Bakugo again, not just as an opponent in the exam, but as the potential heir to One For All, the power his own father had decided to entrust to him. Though emotions swirled in his chest, Izuku focused on his goal. He couldn't afford to falter now. Life had thrown him trials and disappointments, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy on his own merit, no matter what others thought.
The auditorium was nearly full, and the tension in the air was palpable. Izuku took a deep breath, letting his determination replace the doubts and pain. It was time to face the future, and though the memories of the past still hurt him, he knew he couldn't let them define him. His goal was clear, and he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.
Present Mic's voice echoed through the auditorium, capturing the attention of all the applicants and momentarily dissipating the tension in the air.
-*Welcome, young heroes in the making!* - he shouted in his characteristic energetic tone. Present Mic, with his wild hair and sunglasses, dominated the stage-. *I'm Present Mic, and today I'll be your guide for this exciting U.A. entrance exam!*
The murmurs among the students ceased as everyone focused their attention on the screen behind him, where images of the testing grounds began to appear.
-*Today, you'll have to prove what you're made of in the practical test. This test will challenge your skills and your heroic spirit!* - he continued, his enthusiasm growing - *Here's the mission: you'll be sent to a simulated city where you'll encounter different types of robots representing various threats. Your task is simple: take them down!* -.
Izuku watched the screen intently, where the three types of robots appeared: one-point, two-point, and three-point. He remembered how he had reviewed the types and strategies during his training, and though he was familiar with the challenge, he still felt a new and intense excitement at being in the same room as many of his future competitors.
-*The robots have different point values depending on the level of threat they represent* - Present Mic explained - *One-point robots are the easiest, two-point robots are medium difficulty, and three-point robots are the hardest to defeat. Take down as many as you can to accumulate the highest score possible* -.
The applicants exchanged glances, evaluating those they considered their strongest rivals. Izuku noticed Bakugo on the other side of the room, exuding his confident and intimidating demeanor, and other faces he didn't yet know well but that piqued his curiosity. Still, he couldn't afford to be distracted.
Present Mic raised his hands, calling for silence as he continued the explanation.
-*Now!* - he exclaimed - *There's a fourth type of robot, which we've called the obstacle. It's a zero-point robot. My advice: ignore it! It's a huge beast that's only there to complicate things, so focus your efforts on the other targets. Understood?* -.
A murmur of agreement swept through the auditorium. Some students looked worried, while others, like Bakugo, only seemed more excited. Izuku, for his part, focused on memorizing the details, reminding himself to act with precision and efficiency.
-*That's it, kids* - Present Mic said with a smile - *Get ready, because the exam is about to begin! Give it your all and show why you want to be at U.A.!* -.
The auditorium filled with murmurs again as the students stood up and began heading to their respective testing areas. Izuku felt a tingling of adrenaline in his stomach but also a strange calm. He had trained for years for this moment, and though the weight of expectations was heavy, he was ready to face whatever was thrown at him.
Izuku took a deep breath, casting one last glance at Bakugo before heading to his own testing area. The road to U.A. wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to prove that, no matter the past, he could carve out a place for himself as a hero.
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As the applicants were guided to the starting points of the simulated city, Izuku took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. Around him, the other students were warming up, stretching, and murmuring quietly, preparing for the imminent test. Izuku, however, remained calm and focused. The years of training had tempered his character, and he knew this exam was just another step on his journey.
Upon reaching his assigned area, he spotted the same girl he had helped earlier to avoid a fall; her face radiated nervousness. Izuku recognized her instantly: she was the bright-eyed, sweet-faced girl who had thanked him with a shy smile in the auditorium. Noticing her unease, he decided to approach, intending to offer her some reassurance.
- *Hi* - he said softly, so as not to startle her - *Are you okay?* -.
The girl looked at him in surprise before offering a grateful, though still somewhat nervous, smile.
-*Yes... I think so* - she replied, her gaze shifting toward the simulated city - *I'm just a little... nervous* -.
Izuku nodded understandingly. He remembered well what it had been like for him at the beginning, and he could understand how overwhelming it was. Though his presence now exuded a calm that even surprised him, he knew it hadn't always been that way.
-*Don't worry* - he said, trying to comfort her - *Just remember what you've practiced. You've got this* -.
The girl took a deep breath, seeming to absorb his words. Her expression relaxed a bit, and the smile she gave Izuku this time was more genuine.
-*Thank you. That... helps. My name's Ochako, by the way* - she introduced herself, extending a hand.
-*I'm Izuku* - he replied, shaking her hand with a warm smile.
As he let go of her hand, Ochako seemed calmer and ready to face the test. Izuku felt satisfied that he had been able to impart some of his own confidence to her, even if only a fraction. He reminded himself that, in that moment, they all shared the same goal, and that a small act of kindness could make a difference.
The starting signal was about to sound. The applicants lined up at their respective starting points, and the nervous looks began to fill with determination. Izuku took his position, taking deep breaths, feeling the adrenaline begin to course through his veins. He knew that as soon as the test began, everyone would be on their own, but he felt he had planted a small seed of hope in Ochako.
The roar of a loudspeaker echoed throughout the area:
-*Ready, young heroes!* - Present Mic announced from his supervisory position - *The test begins... Now!* -.
For a moment, confusion took hold of the applicants. Most had expected a countdown to prepare their advance, but that moment of uncertainty was enough for Izuku. Without wasting a second, he shot forward into the fake city, leaving several of his peers behind, who stared in astonishment.
-*What are you waiting for?!* - Present Mic exclaimed over the loudspeakers - *In real life, there's no countdown! If you want to be heroes, you have to be ready at any moment* -.
The words resonated in the air, and soon the others began to react, rushing after Izuku, who was already making his way into the testing zone. From his position, he could hear the clamor of the other applicants as they began running in different directions, seeking out the simulated threats they needed to defeat to accumulate points.
Izuku stayed focused, moving with a clear purpose. Present Mic's lesson wasn't new to him; Aguilar had taught him that, in the real world, heroes had to react immediately. That training was ingrained in him, in every fiber of his being, and now was the time to prove it. In the distance, he saw the first enemy robot, a hulking machine moving heavily. Without hesitation, Izuku adjusted his stance, preparing to face any obstacle with the determination that had brought him this far.
Izuku moved through the fake city, calculating each move with almost instinctive precision. Seeing a three-point robot approaching, he adjusted his stance, gathering energy in his legs. He lunged forward and, with a precise strike, hit the robot's knee joint, causing it to collapse without destroying it. As it fell, the robot was deactivated but remained intact, as if his intention wasn't to destroy it but to neutralize it.
Continuing on his way, he encountered a two-point robot that turned to face him. Instead of confronting it head-on, Izuku observed his surroundings. He noticed a series of elevated pipes crossing above the robot. Taking advantage of his agility, he jumped onto a nearby wall and, with another leap, reached the pipes. From there, he dropped onto the robot, forcefully unscrewing a small valve on its back. The robot shut down immediately, without sustaining structural damage.
As he moved through the streets, Izuku saw a group of students trapped between two robots of different levels. One of them, with a look of distress, tried to charge forward, but the panic in his eyes paralyzed him. Without thinking, Izuku jumped into the chaos, facing the nearest robot.
-*Take cover!* - he shouted to the students, who quickly moved aside.
With a combination of quick and studied movements, Izuku distracted one of the robots, leading it into a narrow alley where it barely fit. Using a mix of agility and strategy, he lured the other robot toward the first, causing them to become trapped. The robots, unable to maneuver, were neutralized. Without wasting time, Izuku guided the students back to the main path, making sure they were safe before continuing.
Not every confrontation required brute force; sometimes, a precise strike to the right joint or a deep understanding of each machine's structure was all that was needed to deactivate them. But he was also attentive to helping others. On another occasion, he saw a student who had fallen, surrounded by debris. Quickly, Izuku helped him up and offered words of encouragement before pointing him to a safe exit.
Izuku moved through enemies and obstacles, eliminating threats with a perfect balance of strength and intellect, never forgetting the peers he encountered along the way. His experience had taught him that a hero doesn't just fight—they also protect. Every robot deactivated, every student helped, added to his determination to prove that he deserved to be there, not just as an applicant but as someone who, no matter the test, would always give his best.
Izuku stood in the center of the fake city, surrounded by deactivated robots, breathing steadily and scanning every corner. The robots still standing were mobilizing, seeking out the scattered students, but Izuku had already disabled most in his area. Despite the exhaustion, his focus and determination remained intact. He quickly scanned the terrain, making sure no other students were in danger before relaxing his muscles.
In the observation room, the teachers and other professionals were analyzing the students. The main screen showed Izuku, and murmurs began to rise. Aizawa, with his attentive eyes, watched as Izuku deactivated the robots without destroying them, something few students bothered to do.
-*That boy has an unusual approach* - Aizawa commented, narrowing his eyes - *He's not just focused on destruction. He seems to be controlling his strength and measuring his movements. It's not common behavior among applicants* -.
Midnight, beside him, nodded with interest.
-*And he's making sure to help others. I can't help but admire his level of control and strategy* - she added, with a smile of approval - *That kind of quality can be more valuable than it seems in the field* -.
All Might, who was watching from a slightly more distant position, followed Izuku's every move with a mix of distrust and curiosity. The Symbol of Peace couldn't ignore the presence of his son there, even though there were so many unresolved issues between them. He knew Izuku had trained intensely in the United States, and though he had no faith in his potential, there was something about him that was proving him completely wrong.
Beside All Might, Minesis watched the screen with a mix of pride and concern, observing her son's growth and knowing how much he had sacrificed to get there. She didn't have the power to grade Izuku, but that didn't stop her from analyzing every move, seeing in him not just a hero in training but the child she had raised.
Meanwhile, the other teachers commented on the different students. Present Mic and Cementoss watched Bakugo, who was attacking the robots with an aggressive style, pulverizing his enemies without mercy.
-*That kid has raw power!* - exclaimed Present Mic - *His control is more... explosive* -.
-*Yes, but precision is also important* - interjected Cementoss - *Strength without control can be dangerous. We'll have to see how he develops* -.
Bakugo seemed unstoppable, his expression filled with determination and an unquenchable fire. However, the latent resentment in his gaze toward Izuku didn't go unnoticed by the teachers.
On another screen, Tenya Iida ran with precision between the robots, using his speed to neutralize them with elegance. His style was impeccable and calculated, with an approach clearly influenced by his family of heroes. The teachers nodded, impressed by his tactical ability and his skill in maneuvering in the field without losing sight of the objective.
-*Good control. Not bad for an applicant* - commented Snipe, observing Iida - *He knows his role and seems comfortable in it* -.
In another field, Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima were collaborating, defending other students while making their way through the robots. Mina, with her acid, and Kirishima, hardening his body, showed an admirable team dynamic, and their enthusiasm was contagious.
-*Those two have team spirit* - said Ectoplasm - *It seems they've understood that it's not all about themselves* -.
The exam progressed, and the teachers exchanged opinions about each student. However, the gazes of Aizawa, All Might, and Minesis kept returning to Izuku, who, despite not being the most explosive or flashy, had demonstrated a calculated skill and a deep understanding of what it meant to be a hero.
The roar echoed through the fake city, and all the students stopped as they saw the gigantic zero-point robot emerge from the darkness, its shadow ominously looming over them. A wave of anxiety quickly spread among the aspiring heroes as some stepped back, others screamed, and others tried to come up with a plan. The robot's size was overwhelming, and the fact that it caused chaos with every movement made it even more intimidating.
Izuku, however, didn't let panic take over. Instead, his mind began working at full speed. He noticed that several of his peers were trapped or cornered, and he focused on the first person he saw: Ochaco Uraraka, who had her leg trapped under a large block of cement. Without hesitation, he ran over, summoning Igris, his loyal shadow.
-*Igris!* - he called with determination - *Help me free her!* -.
The shadow quickly extended, like a dark fluid, surrounding the block. Igris used his supernatural strength to lift it, while Izuku helped push it at the same time. In an instant, the block moved enough for Ochaco to pull her leg free, releasing her from the trap. She breathed a sigh of relief and gratitude as she jumped to her feet.
-*Thank you, Izuku!* - she exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude - *What do we do now?!* -.
Without wasting time, Izuku turned toward the giant robot, which was beginning to move with surprising speed. The crowd of students nearby scattered, trying to find shelter. However, Izuku knew that, as an aspiring hero, he couldn't turn his back on danger. It was time to act.
-*Stay back!* - he shouted, taking a firm stance - *I'm going to try to stop it!* -.
Focusing, Izuku began to summon his elemental quirks, controlling water, earth, and wind in perfect sync. First, the wind rose around him, creating a gust that pushed debris and dust aside, clearing the area so he could get a better view of the target. Then, he summoned water, forming a torrent that flowed from the ground, swirling around him. Finally, the earth vibrated beneath his feet, responding to his will.
-*I won't let it hurt anyone else!* - he declared firmly, and a flash of bright light reflected in his eyes.
As the robot raised its giant hand to crush the students, Izuku channeled the water, creating a high-pressure jet that hit the robot directly. The water jet expanded, creating a dragging effect that destabilized its balance. The robot staggered, swaying as the impact of the water pushed it back.
But Izuku didn't stop there. With a fluid motion, he channeled his earth power to create a stone wall that rose in front of the robot, halting its advance and providing temporary shelter for his peers. However, the wall wouldn't hold for long, as the robot began to recover.
With a determined shout, Izuku summoned the wind, creating a powerful gust that swirled around the robot, lifting debris and disorienting it further. The combination of water and wind formed a localized storm, its energy flowing through his hands as he maintained his focus on the target.
-*Take this!* - he shouted, releasing a controlled torrent of water and wind that slammed into the robot. The water dragged the enemy to one side, while the wind provided momentum and direction.
As the robot staggered, Izuku quickly closed the distance, using the earth to create a set of struts that trapped it, immobilizing its legs and reducing its mobility. Though the robot was still imposing, Izuku's strategy had worked. He was combining his quirks in a unique way, achieving a harmony that impressed even the spectators.
-*Come on, everyone!* - he called to the other students, seeing them recover from the initial shock - *Help me! Together we can defeat it!* -.
With a renewed sense of unity, some students began to follow his example, adding their own quirks to the mix. The scene became a chaotic but perfectly synchronized choreography, everyone working together to contain the monster that had wreaked havoc on their path.
The adrenaline coursed through Izuku's veins as, with every move, he felt he was one step closer to his goal: becoming a true hero. The zero-point robot might be imposing, but his determination and that of his peers would overcome any obstacle in their way.
As Izuku continued his impressive fight against the giant robot, the teachers in the observation area couldn't contain their amazement and admiration. The screens showed the scene in real time, and every move Izuku made resonated in the hearts of those watching.
All Might, his face filled with pride and nostalgia, smiled as he saw his son forging his own path. Despite the years of separation, there was something about the way Izuku was leading his peers that reminded him of himself in his younger days. Not only was he demonstrating impressive control over his abilities, but he was also inspiring others to join and fight alongside him.
-*Incredible!* - exclaimed All Might, raising his fist in support - *That's what it means to be a hero! He's using his ingenuity and quirks brilliantly!* -.
Beside him, Minesis, Izuku's mother, watched with tears in her eyes. The mix of emotions overwhelmed her; she was happy and filled with pride to see her son facing his destiny with courage. It was clear that Izuku had grown and become someone who wasn't just following in his father's footsteps but was also creating his own identity as a hero.
-*Look at how he's become a natural leader* - Minesis murmured, her voice filled with emotion - *He's guiding his peers, showing them that teamwork is the key* -.
Around her, the other teachers shared the same sentiment. Shota Aizawa, who usually maintained a distant and serious demeanor, couldn't help but show a slight smile as he watched Izuku in action. He knew that his approach wasn't just about physical power; it was his cunning and determination that were making the difference.
-*He's more than just a kid with a powerful quirk* - Aizawa commented, crossing his arms - *He's understanding what it means to be a hero, what it means to protect others* -.
Meanwhile, Nezu, the principal of U.A., watched intently from his position, his eyes shining with a mix of interest and curiosity. He had seen many students in his career, but something about the way Izuku acted was special. It wasn't just his power, but his ability to unify and motivate others that made him stand out.
-*It seems we have a true leader among our ranks* - Nezu said, grinning from ear to ear - *His ability to draw others in and channel their talents is impressive. Not only does he have the potential to be a great hero, but he could also be a great teacher someday* -.
The other teachers exchanged approving glances, aware that they were witnessing the birth of an extraordinary hero.
- *I can't help but feel that Aguilar had something to do with this* - Nezu continued, referring to Izuku's mentor, though Aguilar wasn't present in the auditorium. His name resonated in the air like a symbol of dedication and effort - *He's proven to be an excellent instructor, and his approach seems to have paid off with this young man* -.
Aizawa nodded, though his expression remained serious. Still, there was a glimmer of respect in his eyes.
- *No doubt, he's done a great job. This kid isn't just a good fighter; he's using his mind and ingenuity to overcome obstacles. That's something you don't see every day* -.
-*Exactly!* - Nezu exclaimed, shifting in his chair with enthusiasm - *This kind of leadership is exactly what we need at U.A. and in the world of heroes. It's not just about brute strength; it's about inspiration and teamwork* -.
All Might watched with a mix of pride and nostalgia, feeling the void of not having been present in Izuku's life during his formative years.
-*I don't know who he's been training with, but it's clear he's received an exceptional education* - he said, his voice a bit lower, almost reflective - *I just hope he can stay focused and not lose himself on the path he's chosen* -.
Meanwhile, Minesis wiped her tears with a handkerchief, nodding along with Nezu's words. The pride she felt for her son was undeniable, and her heart beat strongly as she watched Izuku face each challenge with courage.
-*I hope he can be happy on this new path* - Minesis murmured, not taking her eyes off the screen - *He's been through so much, and now it seems he's finally finding his place* -.
With each passing moment, Izuku's performance continued to be a topic of conversation among the teachers. The atmosphere in the auditorium was filled with anticipation as everyone waited to see how his confrontation with the giant robot would end, and whether this young hero's determination would be enough to make a difference.
The roar of the exam had ended, but the echo of excitement and adrenaline still lingered in the air. As the dust began to settle and the sound of chaos faded, the students began to catch their breath, relieved and exhausted. Some were still recovering from the impact of the test, but cheers of joy and relief mixed with murmurs of admiration for the impressive display of skills from their peers.
Izuku stood in the middle of the scene, having already done a quick assessment of the situation. With a determined gleam in his eyes, he began organizing the injured based on the severity of their wounds. His mind moved quickly, recalling the first aid procedures he had learned over the years.
As he worked, the familiar figure of Recovery Girl appeared, her presence always comforting amidst the chaos. With her white hair flowing around her and a serious look on her face, she approached Izuku, who barely looked up to meet her.
-*Izuku!* - Recovery Girl exclaimed, her tone a mix of concern and surprise - *What are you doing here instead of resting?* -.
-*I'm organizing the injured* - Izuku replied without missing a beat - *Some need immediate attention, and I think there are a couple of students trapped under some debris. We need to make sure everyone gets the help they need first* -.
Recovery Girl watched in awe at Izuku's methodical approach. Though her heart beat with worry, she couldn't help but feel proud of her student.
-*You're an incredible kid, you know that?* - she said, her voice softening - *Sometimes we forget that heroes don't just fight; they also care for others. But you need to take care of yourself too* -.
Izuku nodded, though his attention remained focused on the injured students. With a firm gesture, he pointed to a group of three peers who seemed to be dealing with more serious injuries.
-*I'm going to help those three. Can you take care of the rest?* - he asked, maintaining his leadership tone as he gestured to Recovery Girl.
She smiled, feeling motivated by Izuku's determination.
-*Of course, take care of those injured. I'll do what I can* - she replied as she headed off to attend to other students.
Taking a deep breath, Izuku approached the injured, his mind clearly focused on the task at hand. Using his water quirk, he channeled a gentle breeze that helped clean the wounds and calm his peers, making each one feel a bit more at ease amidst their pain.
-*It's okay, I'm here* - he assured them - *Everything's going to be fine, just stay calm. Recovery Girl will be here to help you soon* -.
As he moved among the injured, his heart beat strongly. He had faced challenges and overcome trials, but seeing his peers in distress moved him more than any exam. Every smile he managed to elicit, every thank-you he heard, motivated him to keep helping.
When the last of the students finally received attention and the chaos began to fade, Izuku took a moment to breathe deeply, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
-*It wasn't easy* - he murmured to himself - *but we did what we could* -.
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That night, as the sun had set and darkness enveloped the house at Dagobah Beach, Izuku sat in his room, the soft light of a lamp illuminating the walls decorated with images of heroes and memories from his childhood. The sea breeze drifted through the slightly open window, carrying with it the soothing murmur of waves crashing against the shore. However, instead of feeling at peace, his mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts.
He had passed the U.A. entrance exam, of that he was sure. He had proven his worth, helped his peers, and faced the challenge of the zero-point robot. But as he settled at his desk, his mind kept returning to those moments when he felt he could have done more.
Could I have helped more people?* he thought, recalling the students he had encountered along the way. *Could I have improved my reaction time? Maybe I could have rescued others who were trapped...*
Izuku ran his hand through his hair, feeling the tension in his body begin to fade, though the unease in his chest remained. He had acted quickly and decisively, yes, but there was always a hint of doubt in his mind.
Should I have been more aggressive with the robots?* he wondered. He remembered the moments when he had chosen to disable them rather than destroy them. He had wanted to be a hero, but he also wanted to be compassionate. Yet, that compassion had made his own efficiency waver at times.
-*Maybe I should have trusted myself more* - he murmured softly, the words echoing in the empty room. He had been under the shadow of his father, All Might, and felt the pressure of being worthy of that legacy. But every time he thought of his father, the image of Bakugo appeared in his mind. Bakugo, the boy who had been his rival and now seemed to be All Might's favorite.
The revelation that Bakugo was his father's heir had hit him in a way he couldn't ignore. *Would he be a better hero?* he wondered, feeling a pang of insecurity. He recalled his father's words from that day on the training field and the look of disdain he had seen in his father's eyes. *Does he see me as a loser?*
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off those thoughts. This was a new opportunity, a new stage in his life, and he couldn't let his insecurities trap him. Instead, he focused on the moment he had freed Ochaco and helped other students escape. That was what mattered: teamwork, camaraderie.
I should be grateful for the chance to help and learn, not worry about what I couldn't do.* He repeated to himself, trying to find comfort in that idea.
He took a deep breath, letting the fresh sea air fill his lungs. He had overcome a challenge, proven his potential, and made friends along the way. If he could carry that same determination into every new obstacle he faced, then he was on the right path.
He smiled faintly as he remembered his peers. Each of them had their own way of shining, and he had seen glimpses of potential in all of them. *I'm not alone in this* he thought. *Each of us has something unique to offer, and together we can become the heroes we want to be.*