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{Ryō Kurokiba, Age: 15} "Both of them will be alright, you don't have to worry about them. Your father is with your mother inside, so be strong for them." Kaina told Ryō as he was just pacing around in front of the operation theater. Shaking his head he said with a grin plastered on his face "I'm not worried, Kai. I'm excited! I'm going to be a brother!" Smiling at his reply, with a teasing grin Kaina said "Oh... so when we have kids what would be your reaction?" At that question, Ryō almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Then he looked at her, which made her laugh out loud "Hahahahaha! Ah.. hahah.. you ... haha... should.... hahaha... see your... hahah... face." "That's not funny, Kaina." Ryō said. Right then, the door opened and Yato came outside with a baby in his hand. Ryō went straight towards him and looked at the baby as Yato said "It's a baby girl. Her name will be Taiga." Keeping his eyes on his baby sister, Ryō asked "How's mom? Is she alright?" "Yeah, she's alright. Right now she's waiting for us." Yato said. Ryō nodded at him, and Kaina was standing next to Ryō and looking at Taiga. Seeing Taiga opening mouth and breathing, Kaina muttered "Adorable." "She sure is." Saying that, Ryō looked at his father and asked "Can I see mom?" "Sure, come along." Yato strode into the operation theater with Taiga still in his hand. Ryō, taking hold of Kaina's hand followed his father a couple of feets behind and whispered to Kaina "Think of a name for ours when we have one." Kaina's eyes went wide, as she did expect him to strike back, but from the tone of how he said she understood that he was dead serious. Tugging Kaina with him, Ryō arrived at where his mother was. Without making a sound, Ryō neared his mother and softly rubbed her hand. Hiyori, smiled at him and asked "Where is she?" "With dad. Are you alright?" Ryō asked her, as he was concerned for his mother. "I'm alright baby, just a little bit tired." Hiyori said. "Then rest, we are here. Don't worry." Ryō advised his mother to rest for the time being. "I'll rest, after seeing my daughter and son as much as I can. That includes you too, Kaina." Hiyori said, looking at both Ryō and Kaina. Kaina gave a soft smile to Hiyori and took hold of her hand and said "Thank you for saying that." "You are my son's girlfriend, of course you are my daughter." Saying that Hiyori tightened the hold on her hand. As they were talking among themselves, Ryō made a beeline towards his father and little sister. Looking at his father he said, "Can I hold her?" "Sure champ." Saying that, Yato gently placed Taiga in Ryō's hands. Ryō looked at Taiga with full of love, and holding her in one hand he started to play with Taiga's small hand. A couple of seconds after playing with her hand, Taiga wrapped her fingers around Ryō's finger as tight as she could. Feeling the warmth of his little sister, Ryō's face beamed. And that was contagious as both his parents and his girlfriend also smiled seeing him smile like that, and a small sweet smile was adorned on Taiga's face. ---------------------------------------- A week later at the Kurokiba residence, Ryō was watching over Taiga as she was sleeping on the bed. Seeing her breathing evenly as she slept, a small smile adorned on his face. He reached out his hand and slowly rubbed her head that had a handful of black hair. He slowly whispered to her "I'll come back after school. Okay? Sleep soundly." Taiga's lips tugged into a small smile at the moment and seeing that smile made Ryō even more happy. Then, suddenly he got an idea, and he made a clone. Looking at the clone he said "Go to school, and attend the classes. After school, come straight home." "You got it!" The clone replied while giving Ryō a thumbs up, and nearing Taiga, the clone kissed on her small forehead and said "Bye bye Taiga." As the clone left the room, Hiyori was coming to the room where they were. Seeing the clone, Hiyori said "Good. I was going to tell you to go to
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"Alright so, introductions. I'm Ryuma Uzumaki, your new Jonin instructor. I like my little brother, I don't hate particularly anything." A black haired man said with a smirk as he walooking at the three newly graduated genins whose eyes went wide after hearing his name and the blonde girl hand her jaw agape, the plump boy stopped eating midway comically and the pineapple head woke from his half asleep state.

"Close your mouth blondie, or some fly will get in there." Ryuma said as he looked at the blonde girl.

Her jaw closed with an audible click as she heard him and without any delay she asked him "You are The Ryuma right? The best swordsman of Konaha?"

With a wide smile he replied to her "The one and only."

"Wow..... And you are what, like five years older than us? Can you really lead us?" The blonde girl asked again while narrowing her eyes.

"Yep. And that question is not up to you or me, it's for the Hokage. Now, enough about me. Why don't you tell me about yourselves?" Ryuma said as he looked at each genin.

"My name is Ino Yamanaka. I like flowers, Sasuke, my family and I hate Sasuke fan girls." The blonde introduced herself and as soon as she finished she saw all three of her team looking at her as if she have a second head.

"What?" She asked confused.

"You do know that you are one of those fan girls, right?" Ryuma asked as he saw the other two was not going to say anything.

Ino opened her mouth to refute but no voice came from her as realization struck her and she froze on the spot. Seeing that, the boy with pineapple hair said "I think you broke her."

"Meh, she'll bounce back. Now, continue on." Ryuma said looking at the black haired boy.

"Sigh.... Shikamaru Nara. I like to sleep, watch clouds, play shogi, tend to Nara deers. I hate overworking, disturbing my nap time and talking." Shikamaru said.

"Well then. I'm sure you're gonna add me in that hate section very soon." Ryuma said as he gave a meaningful look at Shikamaru and turned to the last boy.

"Choji Akimichi. I like food, my Pa, chips, snacks and I hate anyone taking my food or chips." Choji said with all seriousness.

"Right, taking food without permission is a crime." Ryuma nodded sagely as he agreed with the boy and Choji's eyes sparkled as he found a kindered spirit.

Clapping his hands to get them out of their thoughts, Ryuma said "Well then, there will be a small test tomorrow morning at five. Be in training ground 10 on time. Toodles."

Before they could voice out he disappeared from the spot without any sound. Shikamaru narrowed hus eyed, Choji and Ino sat there with wide eyes and mouth agape.

Sighing to himself, Shikamaru voiced out "Troublesome."

With Ryuma, he reached a compound with a swirling pattern etched on to the doors and went straight to the kitchen and started to bustle around to make lunch for him and his little brother.

As he was cooking he started to think about the past, the five sweet years that he had with his mother and father, before his little brother was born and his parents died. He was depressed about their death, but he didn't dwell on it as he had to look after his baby brother.

In those five years, he had learned so many things from his mother and father. He learned füinjutsu from both parents, taijutsu from his father, Uzumaki swordsmanship from his mother, genjutsu theory from one of his mother's friend, medical ninjutsu theory from one of father's team member and by the time he was five, his theory in Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Füinjutsu, Taijutsu and Kenjutsu were academy level. His father taught him Kage no Bunshin after he had unlocked his chakra, and it was huge reserve even for a five year old, his Uzumaki bloodline showing off, his father had grumbled. That was the final Jutsu his father had taught him before dying with his mother by saving his brother.

Sigh... "You two could have thrown the old man third into maws of the Kyubbi." Ryuma muttered and chuckled at another thought "Better yet, you should have thrown Danzo and Hiruzen together."

He crackled for few moments, and calmed down when he heard the front door opening and the sound of footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

"Niisan! I'm hungry!!" A blonde, blue eyed kid rushed into the kitchen, wearing a konaha headband on his head.

"Dinner will be ready in a minute." Ryuma told him, and taking two cups of tea, he sat down opposite to his brother at the table and asked "So, how was Kakashi-nii?"

"Kakashi-nii was super late, and he didn't even act like he knew me. That's sooooo unfair." Naruto whined as he held his cup.

"That's Kakashi-nii alright. Late as ever. He might have said something like 'I got lost in the way of life.' Right?" Ryuma asked with a smile.

Pointing his finger at Ryuma, Naruto exclaimed "That's exactly what he said! And he said that he doesn't like us at all. And we have to reach the training ground by 5am tomorrow for some kind of test! Why does he wants to test again? We're already genin!"

Hearing Naruto's long winded complaints, Ryuma just smirked. 'Knowing Kakashi-nii, he will come 3 hours late and have a teamwork test using the bells.'

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Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene:

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Chapter One: The Test Begins

The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior.

The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the "Restricted Training Sector," typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations.

Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating.

"You've trained in controlled environments," Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. "Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn't a battlefield we've prepared for you — it's one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised."

With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis.

Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan.

"Get in here," he barked.

The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya's encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second.

Logan began to pace. "This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I'm not interested in who's the strongest today — I'm interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks."

He turned to Aizawa. "They don't know the rules yet?"

Aizawa shook his head. "It's all yours."

Logan nodded. "You'll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You'll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you'll be pulled out."

He paused.

"And if you're thinking this is like the rescue training you've done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back."

A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns.

A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched.

Logan raised his voice. "Pairing list is on your comms. You've got five minutes. Move."

The students' wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya's eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami's strategic darkness paired with Midoriya's analytical mind might just be the edge they needed.

Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn't see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about "not babysitting."

Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons.

Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional.

"Simulation starts in three... two... one..."

The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone.

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Midoriya & Tokoyami

"Let's head east," Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. "We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout."

Tokoyami nodded. "Dark Shadow will scout ahead."

As the spectral bird zipped forward, Midoriya took a deep breath. "We have to expect traps. The dummies may be in unstable areas, and the drones won't go easy."

They moved fast, passing a charred car and diving into the ground floor of the building. Dust rained down from above. The ceiling looked ready to cave, but they made their way to the second floor, where Tokoyami halted.

"Three heat signatures," he murmured. "Two drones, one human-sized figure."

Midoriya's brain raced. "Split them. I'll distract the drones with Full Cowling. You get the dummy."

Tokoyami hesitated. "And if the building collapses?"

Midoriya's grin was determined. "Then we don't make it a prolonged fight."

Moments later, Midoriya shot from the stairwell in a green blur, landing a smash on the first drone's shoulder. The metal arm crunched under the blow, but the second drone spun and fired an electric bolt that grazed Midoriya's leg.

He hissed in pain but kept moving.

Tokoyami darted past, scooping the dummy from under a fallen beam. "Got it!" he shouted.

"Retreat route is clear!" Midoriya called.

They escaped through a side window, sliding down a pile of rubble just as the second drone gave chase — only for Dark Shadow to engulf it from above, immobilizing it.

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Ochaco & Bakugo

"This is NOT going to work," Bakugo growled as they ran down a smoke-filled alley. "You slow me down."

"I'm not here to slow you down, I'm here to save people," Ochaco shot back, face stern. "So maybe if you worked with me—"

An explosion tore into the wall beside them. A drone stepped out, larger than the rest, its arms ending in dual hammers.

Bakugo wasted no time, launching into the air. "Stay outta my way!"

His blasts hammered the drone, forcing it back, but it adapted quickly, parrying his attacks and striking back. Ochaco moved fast, touching nearby rubble with her quirk and launching it at the drone's head. It staggered, and Bakugo capitalized, blasting through its chest.

"Fine," he muttered, "not totally useless."

Ochaco rolled her eyes. "High praise from you."

They found the dummy wedged between two cars, under a smoking beam.

"I'll lift it," Ochaco said. "Use your blasts to slide it out."

They worked in tense silence, but it worked. As they carried the dummy to the extraction point, Bakugo murmured, "Not bad. Still not fast enough."

Ochaco only smiled.

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Elsewhere: Chaos and Progress

Kirishima and Yaoyorozu made an efficient team. She created a reinforced stretcher for the injured dummy, while he shielded her from two drones using his Hardening quirk like a battering ram.

Mineta and Todoroki, by contrast, struggled. Mineta's nerves got the better of him, and he nearly triggered a tripwire that Todoroki had to freeze mid-spring.

"You need to calm down," Todoroki said, voice even.

"I wasn't built for warzones!" Mineta whined, sticking his pop-off balls on the walls to delay a drone.

"Adapt," Todoroki said, freezing an entire alleyway behind them. "Or you'll fail."

Logan watched all of this from a raised observation booth with Aizawa beside him. On his screen, each student's vitals, movements, and performance were tracked in real-time.

"They're better than I expected," Logan admitted.

Aizawa nodded. "They've been through a lot."

"Still too green. Some are relying on quirks too much. Others are breaking under pressure."

"You'll change that."

"That's the idea."

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Conclusion of the Trial

One hour later, the final buzzer sounded. The lights rose. The battlefield fell silent.

Students regrouped at the extraction point, exhausted, bruised, but mostly intact.

Logan descended from the booth.

"No speech," he said. "You saw what it's like when things go wrong. You either adapt or you fall."

He scanned the faces of the class. "Some of you worked like pros. Others froze. All of you need work."

Midoriya opened his mouth to speak, but Logan held up a hand.

"Don't thank me. Don't try to analyze it yet. Go rest. You'll need it."

As the class filtered out, murmuring to one another, Aizawa approached Logan.

"You pushed them hard for a first session."

"They need it. You know that."

Aizawa sighed. "Yeah. I do."

Logan turned to look at the retreating students. "There's potential there. Real potential. We'll see if they can live up to it."

And so began the true test for Class 1-A — a gauntlet of new challenges, new fears, and, ultimately, growth. With Logan leading them through the crucible, the road to becoming true heroes would never be the same again.

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