The class president election instantly ignited the enthusiasm of Class 1-A.
"I want to be class president!"
"Me too!"
"This position was practically made for me!"
"Me! Me! Me!"
Minoru Mineta, the little grape-headed boy, flushed red as he raised his hand. Who knew what shameful thoughts were running through his head if he actually became class president?
For example—
forcing all the girls in class to raise their skirts thirty centimeters above the knee.
"Please be quiet!"
At that moment, Iida Tenya—who looked every bit like a strict disciplinary committee member—stood up and spoke loudly.
"We should use a democratic method to elect the true class president! Only someone trusted and respected by everyone should take on this responsibility!"
He continued earnestly, "Therefore, I propose a voting system!"
The entire class immediately complained.
"Your hand is already raised that high, and you're still saying this?"
"Iida, we barely know each other yet—how are we supposed to vote objectively?"
Asui Tsuyu perfectly voiced everyone's thoughts. At the beginning of the school year, most people naturally wanted to vote for themselves.
However—
At that moment, everyone's gaze shifted in unison toward Lock.
Lock blinked innocently.
…Why are you all looking at me?
Of course, Lock understood the reason.
His performance over the past week had simply been too eye-catching.
In terms of strength alone, everyone admired him. Not to mention his clear judgment and willingness to offer advice during training.
If a voting system were truly used, Lock would inevitably receive far more votes than anyone else.
After all, "someone trusted and expected by everyone" described him perfectly in the eyes of most of Class 1-A.
Meanwhile, homeroom teacher Aizawa Shouta somehow pulled out a sleeping bag and collapsed onto the floor like a cocoon, clearly adopting an I-don't-care-do-whatever-you-want attitude.
In the end, with no better proposal offered, voting was officially adopted.
"The results are as follows…"
Aizawa finally crawled out of his sleeping bag and glanced at the tally written on the blackboard.
Midoriya Izuku received one vote.
Yaoyorozu Momo received two votes.
Everyone else either voted for themselves or for the obvious first-place candidate.
Lock's vote count—
With only twenty-one students in the class, he had reached double digits.
The result was exactly as everyone expected.
Lock himself was slightly surprised—not by his own votes, but by Midoriya's.
Glancing around the classroom, he could roughly guess who voted for him.
Midoriya and Iida had likely given him their votes.
Jiro Kyoka was a given.
Tokoyami Fumikage, who had outright called him a life mentor.
Ashido Mina, the energetic little fan.
That already made six.
As for students with weaker presence—like Sero Hanta, Sato Rikido, and Koda Koji—they weren't the type to actively compete for leadership, so they likely followed the trend.
Seen that way, Lock receiving more than ten votes wasn't strange at all.
As for Yaoyorozu Momo's two votes, it was probably thanks to her excellent performance during the review meeting.
"Then it's settled," Aizawa said lazily. Lock is the class president. Yaoyorozu is vice president."
He said it casually and immediately continued the lesson.
"Yes."
Lock and Yaoyorozu nodded at the same time, accepting their roles.
To be honest, Lock felt that being class president was somewhat troublesome and offered little benefit to his future path as a Hero.
However, since he had the ability—and more importantly, the trust of his classmates—he accepted the position without complaint.
The morning classes passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon, Lock and Jiro Kyoka were eating in the U.A. cafeteria when a sudden commotion broke out, followed by an alarm broadcast throughout the school.
It was said that a massive hole had been blasted through U.A.'s front gate.
The reporters who had been outside that morning had rushed in.
Lock's expression turned slightly serious.
The gate's durability wasn't something ordinary people could destroy. The hole looked as though it had been pulverized by sheer force.
With that level of power, Lock immediately thought of one person—
Tomura Shigaraki, whose Quirk was Decay.
The disturbance caused by the reporters was quickly suppressed by U.A. staff and arriving police.
"So the USJ incident is approaching…"
Lock murmured, his eyes flickering.
With things already changing from the original course of events, it was almost certain that the upcoming USJ training would also differ.
However, even if he knew villains would invade, Lock couldn't just warn U.A. directly.
He had no way to explain how he knew.
And "villain invasion" itself was an unpredictable danger.
In short, Lock quietly felt the magic power flowing within his body.
If anything happened, he would personally crush the League of Villains.
—
At the same time, inside U.A.'s lounge.
"I'm sorry… truly, I'm very sorry."
In his thin form, All Might bowed apologetically to the mouse-shaped principal.
He was originally supposed to head to the USJ with Aizawa Shouta and Thirteen to teach the students.
However, after encountering too many incidents on the way—and using his power for too long—he was temporarily unable to maintain his muscular form.
"All Might," the principal said helplessly, standing on the sofa opposite him while pouring tea, "I've told you before. Your body can't handle this kind of overexertion."
"You're not the only Hero in the world. You need to learn to share that overwhelming sense of responsibility."
Just looking at the morning news made it obvious—report after report detailed how many incidents All Might had personally resolved.
That was exactly why he was now stuck in this weakened state.
In truth, there were dozens of Hero agencies in this city alone. Even if All Might didn't act, other Pro Heroes would respond.
Because All Might was too active, many combat-type Heroes struggled to receive commissions at all.
"I'm sorry…" All Might lowered his head, unable to say anything else.
He simply couldn't ignore danger when innocent civilians might be hurt.
"Well…"
The principal sighed. He understood All Might's character too well.
Often, his body moved before his thoughts.
Seeing injustice, sacrificing himself, protecting others without hesitation—
That was All Might.
And that was why the world praised him as the Symbol of Peace.
"When will you recover enough to maintain your transformed state?" the principal asked.
That afternoon's USJ training would be handled entirely by Thirteen. All Might only needed to appear at the end in his muscular form.
"About an hour," All Might replied.
"Then rest here for now," the principal said, pouring him another cup of tea. "By the way, I've recently heard about something new—an existence capable of breaking the balance."
He smiled faintly.
"It's called… magic."
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