"Good luck, Ryu. Remember, don't push yourself too hard during the exam, okay?" My mother's voice trembled with concern.
"Yes, don't worry, Mom. I'll be careful. I'll get going now." I smiled reassuringly at her as my father put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
It was the day of the Entrance Exam at U.A. High School. Standing before the towering entrance, I saw Midoriya stumble, only to be saved by a girl with a chubby, round face—Uraraka, I think.
Walking past him as he stood dazed, I entered the UA building. Inside, I found my seat and recognized some familiar faces: Present Mic, Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Iida, and others.
"WELCOME TO MY LIVE SHOW! EVERYBODY SAY HEY!" Present Mic's voice boomed, only to be met with silence. I closed my eyes, already familiar with the explanations, and waited for Iida's inevitable outburst about the handout error.
"Excuse me, may I ask a question?" And there he was. "On the handout, it clearly states that there are four types of villains, not three. This error is extremely embarrassing for an academy of U.A.'s stature. We are here for the best guidance to becoming a hero!"
"And you, yes you, with the curly green hair! Your constant mumbling is disturbing everyone. If you're here to fool around, I suggest you leave!" Midoriya awkwardly apologized, and Present Mic continued, explaining the zero-point robots. Eventually, we were sorted into groups, and my card read Battle City D. A different area from Midoriya and Bakugo.
Despite my confidence, I knew I had to put in effort for this practical exam. My knowledge of the anime told me about the secret rescue points for saving other examinees.
At the gates of the replica city, I noticed Tokoyami and Kaminari in my group. Suddenly, the command "START!" rang out.
The doors opened, and everyone rushed ahead. Activating Rashomon, black tendrils emerged from my coat, lifting me above the crowd. As I soared towards the city, people stared in shock.
Rounding a corner, I saw a three-pointer and sliced it in half before it could react. Suddenly, a two-pointer and another three-pointer approached from behind. "Devour Space," I muttered, a transparent red shield forming before me. Turning to confront them, I called out, "Rashōmon: Kurohatō!" Tendrils erupted from my coat, tearing the robots apart.
As I moved through the battlefield, I destroyed several more bots and rescued some students in tight spots. Then, the ground shook, and a loud rumbling filled the air. The zero-point goliath had appeared.
While others fled in panic, I smiled. Rushing towards it, I destroyed a few more robots along the way.
"Let's try this," I thought. Using Rashomon, I boosted myself into the air, soaring above the zero-pointer. Plummeting down, I aimed for its head, my arm enveloped in darkness. "Rashomon: Murakumo!" Jaws formed around my arm, and I struck the robot's head with a decisive blow. Rashomon plunged into its core, tearing it apart from within. The zero-pointer crumbled, pieces scattering across the battlefield.
Landing on a nearby rooftop, I lay down, exhausted, coughing up blood. "Dammit, quirk overuse again. I should probably train more with Dad."
[Teacher POV*
From a vantage point above, the teachers of U.A. observed the spectacle. Aizawa, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-A, scratched his head, eyes narrowing in contemplation. "This one… he's not like the others," he murmured.
R-Rated Hero Midnight finally spoke. "That was… impressive. But there's something unsettling about his power."
Nezu, the principal, nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. We must watch him closely. His power is immense, but his intentions are unclear. Let's see what kind of hero he will become."
All Might watched the screen, deep in thought. "Young Midoriya, you will have many challenges on your way to the top," he mused, arms crossed, muscles tensing slightly.
Everyone gazed at the examination results scoreboard:
1. Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Villain Points: 70. Rescue Points: 19.
2. Katsuki Bakugo. Villain Points: 77. Rescue Points: 0.
3. Eijiro Kirishima. Villain Points: 39. Rescue Points: 35.