A crisp spring breeze stirred the leaves as Izuku walked toward UA University, drawing more than a few glances from passing students. They just saw the son of All Might himself walking towards UA. The debate about whether he'd attend Ketsubutsu, Shiketsu, or UA was finally settled. Unless, of course, he somehow failed.
Not that anyone expected that.
Some were already excited at the chance of being in the same school, possibly the same class, as the famous son of the hero.
Others, logically thinking that it also meant they'd have to compete against him, gulped nervously.
A few saw opportunity. A way to jumpstart their career well before it even started. Being his friend would surely bring boons to them.
Izuku hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since last night and it wasn't because he was so excited to attend UA. How he'd wished that were the case. Instead, he unintentionally spent all night studying for the written exam. Exhausted from the TV interview that lasted until dusk, he forgot to charge his phone. Without the phone's alarm to signal him to stop, he continued until it was too late.
It was supposed to be nothing more than going over the materials. Just a tiny bit more to ensure he'd meet expectations.
He was glad nobody saw his face when the first rays of sunlight hit his window. Phobos and Deimos—the twin gods of fear and dread—might as well have been haunting him as he scrambled to get ready.
Izuku stifled a yawn, yet nobody noticed. It was something he learned to do from mimicking a ventriloquist hero, combined with practicing in front of the mirror, allowed him to hide his exhaustion better.
It was a skill he was actually proud of. Especially since it took considerable effort and tweaking not to make it look uncanny.
Then—
Danger Sense flared, sharper than ever before, sending a wave of prickling heat across his skull. The overload of sensory input combined with his exhaustion caused his foot landed on empty air instead of solid ground and he tumbled forward.
The other students gasped before he felt something grab him, preventing him from face planting as a distinct sound of a chime reached his ears.
Looking up, he saw a girl with short brown hair and large eyes, wearing a maroon sweater and pink plaided scarf around her neck. On her cheeks were a permanent blush he couldn't help but think he saw before. "Sorry, for using my Quirk without asking. But it'd be bad luck if you fell, right?"
She must've used her Quirk to catch him.
"Oh! Thanks," he revealed his perfectly crafted smile. "That was a neat Quirk! What's it called?" he enthusiastically asked.
Internally, Izuku was panicking like never before, even worse than this morning. He just tripped. In public. He wanted to crawl underground and scream.
The question was also to divert people's attention from his fall—something they probably never expected to see. Not that he minded talking about Quirks.
The brown-haired girl, only now realizing who she had just saved, went rigid. Her back straightened like a board, eyes widening and dilating slightly before it flickered between him and the ground—anywhere but directly at him. "I—I—um...thanks? I'm Uraraka Ochaco, by the way." She smiled, "I guess my Quirk is Zero Gravity."
Izuku tilted his head, confused. "Zero Gravity?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow at her. Then he remembered how the feeling was only a little different from Float. "That'd be a useful Quirk for rescue operations. A Quirk befitting a Hero." He nodded before hesitating for a fraction of a second and adding, "Yagi Izuku," he reached out his hand. "And again, thanks for saving me from a nasty fall."
Her blush intensified as she shakily took his hand and shook it. "Uhh...umm...don't mention it." She mumbled, barely able to get her words out as she tried not to stammer through the sentence. "I mean it was no big deal—and...umm..."
He laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand as he glanced at the gate behind her. "I gotta go take the exam! It was nice meeting you!" He waved before sprinting towards the building, ignoring her stammers and shouts of 'good luck.'
Ochako sighed softly, staring at his retreating form in disbelief before letting out a breathless laugh, 'That's All Might's son, right? Well...at least I didn't make a complete fool of myself. Wait! Did I?!'
Meanwhile, Izuku ran into the school with a bright red face as he chastised himself. 'I tripped! Oh god, why am I so stupid?!' He slapped his hands against his face in an attempt to hide it as he continued to run towards the lecture hall.
The written exam was proctored by an external hire, to avoid accusations of nepotism.
As the timer started ticking, and the sound of papers getting flipped reached his ears, he began scribbling on his piece of paper—answering most question with practiced ease. These were, surprisingly, what you'd expect from a regular university. Perhaps a year or two in the curriculum. But nothing special.
It wasn't the easiest, but certainly far from what he expected.
That didn't mean Izuku was never stuck. There were questions that barely made sense for his exhausted mind. For those, he used a controlled burst of Gearshift to accelerate the neural activity in his brain, sharpening his focus for just a few seconds—enough to process the hardest questions at lightning speed.
The lack of oxygen to the brain due to backlash could cause damage, possibly fatally, but he found that as long as he didn't overdo it, he would be fine.
But he reserved them for the truly tough questions.
One question made him pause. "In the case of a large-scale disaster with both villain and civilian casualties, when is it legally justified for a hero to prioritize property damage prevention over immediate rescues?"
It was without a doubt a trick question. The obvious answer would've been never, but that felt...off. Yet his mind, sluggish from exhaustion, refused to process it fast enough. Gritting his teeth, he activated Gearshift for just a moment—his thoughts sharpening, possibilities unraveling in an instant.
His pen wrote, "When the property contains hazardous materials that, if damaged, could cause mass casualties. An example would be if the villain is using property destruction as a strategic advantage that could lead to more deaths."
As he turned off the Quirk, the world spun around him for a brief second before he closed his eyes, waiting for it to readjust. He swallowed, preventing bile from climbing up.
His hands worked like magic on the rest, handing over the paper three minutes in the exam. The proctor was surprised for a moment before realizing who he was. He looked at the paper, seeing it filled, before giving him the go-ahead to exit the room.
He had almost two hours until the start of the practical exam. If there's one thing he knew he needed to do, it was sleep. Tripping was one thing, but what could've happened there was way worse.
But he couldn't sleep just anywhere and he doubt they'd have beds around. It was unlikely Eraserhead would lend him his sleeping bag.
Izuku thought of an idea, exiting the building, he pushed off the ground, accelerating mid-air with a carefully controlled burst of Float. Higher. Higher. Until the school below became a miniature model of itself. Once he was high enough that the people below looked like ants but still within breathable range, he activated Black Whip to create some makeshift sleeping bag and used Gearshift to make it completely still, preventing him from plummeting to the concrete floor. Take that, Eraserhead!
He first rummaged through his yellow backpack, turning his phone on which was connected to the power bank, and setting an alarm.
The weight of the morning settled into his limbs. The rush of the test, the strain of focus—he exhaled, letting the quiet hum of the wind lull him. Just a few minutes...Just until the exam started...
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A sharp buzz jolted him awake. His eyes fluttered open to endless blue sky. He checked his phone—nearly half charged. Ten minutes left. It felt way too quick.
He stretched mid-air, shaking off the last traces of sleep, then canceled Float and Blackwhip. His body dropped into a practiced roll, each movement precise as he parkoured down the rooftop.
The venue was a large auditorium, possibly seating thousands of prospective students. Izuku found his seat next to Hitoshi.
"I thought you got lost," Hitoshi whispered once he was seated next to him.
"I was in a bit of a predicament. Don't ask," he answered back, not elaborating further on it.
"Did you find a girl or something?" Hitoshi teased. Before, Izuku would just brush it off with a laugh, but this time, his gaze was serious.
"Don't." His voice was rather heavy. "It's one thing to do that in highschool, but from now on, getting rumored as my girlfriend could end someone's career."
Hitoshi gave him a long look before shrugging, "Fine, I'll keep it shut. I guess the media would chew her up. And other girls, too, now that I think about it."
Izuku's brows furrowed upon hearing that. His and his mother's safety were never questioned, despite it being common knowledge and his father having his own...rabid...fans.
He thought for a moment, his pupils dilate as he retraced his memories, every single interview and public appearance of his father for the last 40 years playing in his head.
Eventually, he gave up. He either had way more to go to understand, or he was operating under incomplete information.
"Now," a booming voice echoed through the auditorium, making all chatter cease in an instant. "Can everyone see me? Good! Now, I believe you're all here to become heroes!" The speaker stepped out from the shadows, revealing a man with blond hair, wearing a leather jacket. It was the Voice Hero: Present Mic.
"Welcome to today's live performance! Everybody say 'Hey!'" He grinned while waiting for a response that never came. "Okay..." He sweatdropped, "So stiff...Well then, I'm gonna present to you all the rundown on the practical exam! Are you ready?!" Again, silence reigned across the crowd as people stared blankly at him, completely unimpressed with the hero's antics.
"Haha! Don't be like that, everyone," Izuku laughed lightly with a soft smile before shouting as loud as he could. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed with an exaggerated hand pump.
Mic gave him a thumbs up for the support. It took a moment, but then the rest of the examinees caught on, their hesitant cheers gradually growing in enthusiasm.
The awkward atmosphere was immediately lifted, and the air vibrated with a thousand voices raised in excitement.
Mic smiled as the energy in the room swelled. "Thank you for that spirited answer! That's what I like to hear! Put energy in those bones!" he laughed cheerfully, clearly relieved to finally have the audience participating. "I'll explain the details of your practical exam—are you ready?" He pressed a button.
"This is how the test will go, my listeners!" On cue, an image appeared on screen behind him—a cityscape with robots standing ominously in front of it. "You'll be experiencing ten-minute-long mock urban battles after this!" The robot in the picture moved to attack—it was one point.
"Bring along whatever you want! After this presentation, you'll each head to your assigned battle center, okay?" The screen changed again, displaying four different arenas labeled A-D. "Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You'll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so choose wisely!" Another change—this time, it showed a variety of robots and the number of points they were worth. "Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by wrecking robots! But attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited!"
"May I ask a question?" A student stood up from his seat in the middle row, interrupting Mic's explanation. His voice was polite but firm, and he wore a biege blazer typical of elite schools.
Mic grinned. "Alright! Shoot!"
The boy adjusted his glasses before speaking again, "On the printout, there are four types of villains. If that is a misprint, then UA, the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake." He paused briefly to turn around and glare at them over his shoulder. "We examinees are here in this place because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes."
A few heads turned in his direction as he spoke—some out of curiosity, others out of confusion.
"Good question! Is there anyone here who could answer that? How about our international celebrity over there?" Mic pointed straight at Izuku.
Izuku confidently stood up and look at the student, showing his practiced smile. "Thank you, Present Mic! And thanks for asking the question. Now, before I answer, can you please tell me your name? I wouldn't want to be rude after all."
"My name is Iida Tenya, Yagi-san!" The boy answered back. "And it's an honor to meet you." He added with a deep bow, making some people sweatdrop.
Izuku smiled approvingly before speaking again. "Thank you, Iida-san! As for your question...well...that was no misprint."
"What?! So it was intentionally misleading?!" Tenya said in shock, pointing at the paper in his hands before glaring at it in disbelief.
Izuku chuckled as he continued. "That isn't it. If you take a look at the papers," he held up his copy. "You could see that the fourth one was labeled as zero points."
The rest of the examinees took a look at theirs and nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm not privy as to why, exactly, it's worth zero points. But I'm sure The Voice Hero would explain to us in a moment." He added with a grin before sitting back down.
"OH! Thank you very much!" Tenya bowed once again, his voice slightly embarrassed before he too sat back down.
"You're welcome! Though just a friendly advice, if I may, while this is an exam, you should relax a bit. Being hyperfocused could cause you to miss the little details," he gave an exaggerated thumbs up to Tenya.
And so, the guy who never once relaxed under people's eyes telling someone to relax. 'How ironic,' he thought.
Iida stiffened slightly, his brows drawing together. His grip on his paper tightened for a split second before he gave a small nod.
The other examinees were nodding in agreement as well, having felt that too. Some were even taking mental notes to remember for future reference.
"Well put, young Yagi! And you're absolutely correct!" Mic gave him a thumbs-up before spinning back to the screen. "Now, let's get back on track—about that zero-pointer!"
The screen showed a silhouette of a robot that looked like it had multiple legs rather than the tracked thread from the paper. "He's really more of an obstacle. It's kind of like a Thwomp from that game. Each site had one! A 'Gimmick' that'll rampage around in close quarters!"
Present Mic turned back to the students with an overly serious expression. "It's not impossible to beat...but that's not what this practical exam is about! I recommend you listeners try to avoid it."
He took a moment to pause, letting the students absorb the information.
"Now, that's all from me! I'll leave you listeners with our school motto! The great hero, Napoleon Bonaparte, once said...'True Heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life.' PLUS ULTRA! Break a leg, everyone!"
The examinees shuffled out of their seats, following the directions they were given on their tickets. They made their way outside, where they were given time to change out of their uniforms to something easier to move in.
While almost all students used their gym uniforms, tracker suits, etc. Izuku walked out wearing a full-blown Hero costume.
His half-cape bellowed in the wind, as the golden shine of his gauntlets and shoulder pads drew attention. His shirt was a skin-tight light-grey top while he wore a more grounded green pants. On his belt was the same symbol of All Might's Golden Age costume. His eyes were covered with a yellow visor.
Despite all of this, the costume actually provide minimal to no protection. The metals, except for the tungsten emblem on his belt, were made of soft metals like aliminum alloy. The fabric were durable, but nothing special as far as costumes went. His defense would be his Quirks and his body. If anything went through it, then it'll be a lost cause anyway.
Not just the examinees' eyes, even Present Mic's gaze gravitated to him. Most examinees look at him with awe. It wasn't all positive as a few clicked their tongue, seeing him as someone showing off, but it did its job.
Izuku glanced over at Hitoshi, who was hunched and sighing. "Don't worry about the robots," he said casually. "They'll have some way for you to pass."
"What makes you so sure? It's the worst case scenario."
"UA wouldn't make passing about raw power alone. There could be a way to disable the robots—a switch, maybe. Or something else entirely. A hidden point system, even."
"What? I'll help people or something?"
"Well, it is a Hero school. I'd be damned if helping others doesn't count for something."
Hitoshi sighed. "Let's hope you're right. I'm not too positive on it, though."
"There's nothing to worry about!"
Hitoshi looked at him, as if unsure where he got that confidence from. Izuku's always pushing him to get himself out there, but while he had come a long way from being a kid isolated from everyone, he was still more of a pessimist. Or realist, was what he liked calling it.
As if reading his expression, Hitoshi said, "You're always looking at the glass half-full, huh?"
"Not really. I look at it as 'can still pour more.'"
"Yeah, that doesn't flow as well."
Izuku chuckled. "Maybe. It's the best I could think of right now. Something to improve, I guess." He shrugged.
"'Pouring more,' huh?"
"Exactly." He gave a thumbs up before giving Hitoshi a pat on his shoulder. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll nail it. Good luck!"
They boarded their respective buses. It seemed UA had intentionally separated students from the same schools—probably to prevent team-ups. It made sense. If he and Hitoshi were together, he could just pin down the robots as Hitoshi find ways to disable them.
The bus ride was...lively, to say the least. Every breath he took was swallowed by the excited chatter around him—all of it about him. He was thankful when the bus finally arrived at the exam site—any longer and he might've passed out from social overload.
Once they arrived, Izuku saw the humongous faux city and its walls stretching tall. He took a deep breath—quiet, steady. This was the moment. He had to say something that fit his position.
"Alright! Everyone ready?" he asked enthusiastically, turning to his fellow examinees who nodded in return. He clenched his fist and held it high above him. "Let's show them our Plus Ultra spirit!"
And that's how they found themselves standing behind a massive gate, waiting for the signal to begin.
As soon as the buzzer rung, he knew some wouldn't register the start of the exam so he made sure to yell loud enough to get everyone's attention.
"RUN!"
A sea of students charged forward. One could almost feel the the ground shake from their numbers. The moment the students surged forward, he activated One for All—vanishing in a flash of motion, a lightning bolt cutting through the city.
He shot through the mock city, skimming over the rooftops.
A pair of two-pointers were ahead. One raised a mechanical stinger—Izuku spun into a kick, sending it flying across the street with a satisfying crash. Another lunged at him—he sidestepped its strike, grabbing the thin neck before ripping it apart with a metallic crunch.
A three-pointer fired missiles from its shoulders, locking onto his position. A flick of his fingers—the released air pressure spun the missiles from where they were, before he froze them midair with Gearshift. In the next second, he seized them all, hurling them straight back at the robot. The explosion consumed it in a fiery blast.
'Why are they armed with those?' Izuku wondered. It won't affect him, but that could seriously endanger the examinees. Then he recalled the earlier spike from Danger Sense. Coincidence? Can't be. Missiles were overkill for an entrance exam.
For now, he kept moving—but his eyes stayed sharp. Something was off.
He pulled out his phone and sent a message, asking his friend if he's alright.
His Danger Sense activated and he immediately went towards its direction. A student was cornered by a two-pointer. Immediately, he rushed in, "MISSOURI SMASH!" His karate chop connected—splitting the robot in half.
He helped the student up before patting him on the back, "You're not out yet—stand tall and keep pushing forward! You got this!" He grinned brightly before running back to hunt down some more robots.
The rest of the exams went surprising well. Or as well as it could be with some robots being dangerously close to lethal force against the students. Yet, for some reason, nobody had said anything.
Meanwhile in the dark room, several individuals, including other Pro Heroes, watched the exam.
"In this practical exam, the examinees have not been informed of the number of villains or their locations. They have a limited amount of time in a vast area. They have to gather the villains from there," Nezu said.
"Information gathering ability to understand the situation before anyone else," it continued as the screen showed a student with protruding eyes.
"Discernment to be able to stay calm in any situation," this time showing a redheaded boy with knives for fingers.
"And pure combat ability," it then cut to a girl with periwinkle hair destroying bots left and right.
"These basic abilities needed to keep the peace in the streets are turned into points in this test."
"Doesn't this year's group look promising?" a woman with long, thick, spiky dark purple hair said.
"Yeah, yeah. Where are the promising ones?" A tanned girl with rabbit ears yawned. "Honestly, they all look like chumps."
She turned to the number one hero. "Wasn't your kid in there, too?"
"He should be. But I haven't seen him except the start," All Might replied. His eyes have been scanned the cameras dozens of times now. Yet there wasn't a sign of Izuku anywhere.
"Boooring...Thought I'd see someone worth a damn. I had to cancel my plans today for this snorefest," she clicked her tongue while kicking dirt from the ground. None of the featured students even remotely intrigued her.
"He must've been too fast to be tracked by the cameras," All Might offered an explanation, but the slight tapping of his feet showed that even he was nervous on the inside.
None of the faculty thought Izuku would be in any danger, but it was still weird not to find a trace of him. His whole schtick is similar to his father's: reassuring people through displays of overwhelming power.
"Well, we can't know for sure yet. Their true test is still to come," said another person, a man then flipped the safety cover of a button labeled "Yaruki Switch" then pressed it.
This should make him appear.
A few seconds later, the ground shook in the room, signalling the giant mech's movements. Then a phone buzzed, prompting the man who clearly lacked sleep to step outside.
Then another person, a Hero wearing a gas mask and dressed like someone from the wild west, noted, "Wait...this footage—this is from last year's exam!"
"Huh?" Many turned their heads to him.
"Is that true?" All Might asked, his perpetual smile faltering for the first time that day.
"And two years ago! That's Nejire Chan!"
A moment of stunned silence fell over the room as the implications sank in. If they weren't seeing the current exam feed...
"Then where's the live feed?! What happened to the cameras?!"
Most of them didn't notice, since most of the footage were of students who failed. Or were now third-years.
The color drained from Nezu's face. "If someone replaced our feeds..."
"...then no one's monitoring the robots," finished another woman, already on her feet.
"Fucking seriously!?" the rabbit-eared girl muttered, about to step outside before she was almost blown away by the air displaced by All Might rushing outside.
"NEZU!" The man who stepped outside called out. "It's a disaster! The bots are rampaging!"
The ground shook. Each part of the faux city were falling apart as students scrambled to safety. On top of the titanic robot, a set of missiles from a three-pointer hit a building, destabilizing a part of it and causing it to careen towards Iida Tenya.
He tried to change directions, but it was a moment too late. The debris was too big and his momentum too fast to maneuver effectively. He snapped his eyes shut, waiting for the impact.
But it never came.
...
Opening his eyes, he found Izuku smiling, his golden fists holding up the rubble that would've crushed him like nothing.
"It's going to be okay. Why? Because I AM HERE!" He immediately dropped the building chunk somewhere safe. Most of the robots had been taken care off faster than perception.
He was looking at the giant robot, which he deduced must be the zero-pointer mentioned. It wasn't just an obstacle like Present Mic described. It was far more aggressive than he realized. But if he destroyed it, with the chaos around, it might harm others.
Then—Danger Sense SCREAMED. A surge of pain shot through his skull, a warning so urgent it sent his heart hammering. His eyes darted—there! At the Zero-Pointer's foot—"Ouch!" someone shouted and he turned around to see Ochako on the ground, wincing as she clutched her leg stuck under a debris. She must've sprained it while trying to escape.
It was then that the robot raised its foot and began to move again, intending to step on her.
He ran towards her at top speed, reaching her in time and clenching his fist.
He would not let anyone die. Not under his watch!
Going Plus Ultra, he channeled One for All to the very maximum output Plus Black Whip reinforcing his muscles fibers, providing additional strength Plus Fa Jin Plus Gear Shift!
Winding his right fist, he shouted, "NEAR-MAXIMUM TEXASSSSMASSSSHHHH!"
At the same time, he made a split-second decision. Smokescreen combined with Gearshift shot out, hiding the Black Whip as tendrils crawled from his feet to the ground and walls, securing students while others formed a barrier against falling debris.
Air condensed around Izuku's fist—so dense it lit up as miniature diamonds formed from the pressure—before detonating outward the moment his punch connected. The metal didn't just crumple—it imploded. The shockwave hit the remains of the Zero-Pointer before it could hit the ground, sending it scattering like dust in a storm way past UA airspace. Students shielded their eyes from the sheer force unleashed as cars and buildings flew like they were toys tossed by an angry toddler.
The shockwave climbed higher, splitting the clouds above in a widening circle. For a moment, the battlefield was bathed in sunlight—as if the heavens themselves had parted.
When the wind finally died down, not a single student lay harmed.
Once everyone was safe, he retrieved the Black Whip back into his body and let Smokescreen disperse. Most of the examinees' mouths hanging open upon the sight. It looked like the air was sparkling around him.
But this wasn't a time for celebrating yet. He picked up the debris from Ochako's leg before carefully scooping her into his arms. "Is everyone okay?"
Nobody answered him as they just kept staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He laughed a little to diffuse the awkward tension, "I know you're shocked because of what just happened but you guys can respond y'know."
That finally snapped them out of their daze.
"Oh. Ah- yes! Thank you so much!"
"Thank you, Yagi-danna!"
"I was almost crushed!"
"That was amazing! How did you do that?"
Izuku smiled reassuringly as he carried Ochako in a princess carry toward Recovery Girl, where injured students were receiving treatment. Thanks to his quick actions, the worst injury among the students was just Ochako's slightly sprained leg.
He almost stumbled, his heel catching a rogue rock on his way, but he used Float to subtly prevent himself doing so. It seemed he pushed himself farther than he thought.
The girl, still star struck, repeatedly opening and closing her mouth, unable to form coherent words.
Once he set her down, his eyes met Recovery Girl's, a silent question about what just happened. The semi-retired hero gave him a look that conveyed she didn't know either.
It seemed he'd have to get the information out of the other teachers.
He heard Recovery Girl sigh and tend to Ochako's ankle. "Nothing serious. You'll be back to running in no time."
Briefly, Izuku removed his visor. Only then did he glance at the injury himself. A small bruise and a slight swelling. "Sorry you had to hurt your leg like that."
Ochako waved her hands, her face red, "Oh-Uh-Um No! If anything, you saved my life today!"
"I'm glad you think so," he chuckled. "But still. I should've been able to prevent that if I immediately took care of the zero-pointer first."
For a moment, this gave Ochako pause. She looked at Izuku with a sober expression, "I think...that's unreasonable. There's only so much one person can do." Her voice was firm and serious, making him look at her with surprise. When she remembered who he was, she reverted back to her usual bashful demeanor. Ochako's fingers curled slightly as she looked away, cheeks dusted pink. "I—I think so, at least."
Izuku hummed thoughtfully, considering her words.
"Maybe. But that's just how it is." He smiled again before standing, equipping his visor back. "See you at school." Then, with a final look at Recovery Girl, he turned to leave.
He pulled out his phone, seeing the reply of Hitoshi about getting saved by All Might. Apparently, his dad's been going around each test site, saving people, while searching for him.
Izuku put the phone back to his pocket before charging up One for All. This just confirmed the other test sites were also affected, and he needed to help his father. A loud crack echoed the area as Izuku's form was replaced by a streak of lightning.
Thanks for reading this chapter!
This was supposed to come out alongside the last two chapters, but I decided to rewrite it, adding a few stuff here and there.
Now that we have an OP MC, we'll have more competent villains as well. Not in a way of buffing them up physically, but through things like this. It raised questions of both who and how, but I think most could guess what happened.
Next up, we'll explore a brief aftermath of what happened as well as Izuku starting his days in UA.